Sausage Story
by Brooklyn, fifth grader
She enjoyed “daydreaming” great things; soon, no one even noticed Diane. Always staring off into space, Diane was very different than other girls. She was not like anyone in the world. She wasn’t like anyone…because she was psychic.
Each time she was daydreaming, each time she was staring of into space, she was actually seeing future things. People eventually stopped talking to Diane and I wondered why.
So one day I went up to Diane. She was sitting on a bench, staring at some kids playing basketball. I sat down next to her. It was a while until I finally said, “Hey, Diane. So, what’s going on? Why doesn’t anyone speak to you?”
“Well,” she said, “I don’t like talking to them. It’s not my thing. I like being alone and daydreaming. It's like being psychic. Do you want me to tell you your future?”
“Sure,” I replied.
“Okay, you will earn $100 in a contest you entered,” she told me.
“Oh, Thanks!” Then I ran home. That night we went to Fortune Palace. We ate our dinner and then we got our fortune cookies. I opened mine. I stared at it for awhile. I was surprised. My fortune read “You will enter a contest and win $100.” I couldn’t believe it. I guess I would just have to wait and see.
Maybe Diane is actually psychic after all.
