Who Am I?

It was a Saturday morning, slightly windy with the sun peeking out above the trees. I woke up and wondered “Who am I ?”

I went downstairs to eat breakfast still wondering about who I am. I sit next to my little sister, Maisy, trying to avoid the milk splashing across the table from her cereal bull. Suddenly I hear my mom’s voice, “Do you mind babysitting Maisy for the afternoon, sweetheart?” my mom asked. “Your father and I have to run some errands, is that ok?” I tell my mom that’s fine. “Bye mama, by papa!” Maisy said. “See you girls soon!” my dad replied.

15 minutes later Maisy starts complaining that she was hungry, so I thought I would make her something. I go to the kitchen and find some left-over salad. I add some tomatoes and some random powdery thing I found on the counter. “This should be fine, right?” I say sprinkling some of that black stuff. “Daisy, food is ready!” She runs to the kitchen acting like she hasn’t eaten in thousands of years. When she takes a bite out of the salad she immediately spits it right out. “Gross! What is this!?” she screams starting to sneeze. “What happened?” I ask, really confused. She asks me what is in the salad and I tell her tomatoes and some black stuff from the counter. She picks the bottle up and slowly turns around. I can tell she’s not happy. “Um, why did you put pepper in the salad!!!” she yells in my face. At that moment I say to myself, “I am defiantly not a cook!”

After a while, when Maisy cools off, she starts to get kind of tired. “Can you get my pajamas from my room like mom always does?” She asks with her puppy-dog eyes. I know she’s just using me but I don’t care. I look through her pajama drew, still thinking about who I am. I pick up a pair of random close and head downstairs. “Here you go, is this fine?” I ask Maisy. “Why did you give me two entirely different close?” She asks acting like she just ate a really sour lemon. I’m just realizing that the shirt is striped and the pants have unicorns on them. “You know what, never mind. I’ll get them myself.” Maisy says walking upstairs with that disgusted look still on her face. The second she leaves I say to myself, “I'm defiantly not a fashion designer!”

An hour later mom and dad come back. “Were home and we brought some dinner!” Dad says. “Dinner!!!” Maisy says excitedly rushing to mom and dad’s bags. “You won’t believe what happed! She made me starve by giving me trash food and she almost mad me go to bed with horrible PJ’s and….” Maisy says blabbing on and on. I head upstairs still wondering about who I am.

I remember that I have a fiction writing assignment in school due soon. So, I start working on it. After 40 minutes I was done and realized I had a lot of fun doing that. It was about a page long. I felt so good putting all my imagination on that one paper. I show my family and even Maisy likes it! My parents say that it's wonderful and I have real talent. And then it hit me!

I am a……… WRITER!!!