Hope-A Spring Story
I woke up with the feeling of freshness, the air of flowers, trees, and this great feeling I can’t ever explain. Spring has always been my favorite season. There’s just something in the air that makes me feel brand new. I feel as if I came up sprouting like a new flower. I feel like I was covered in dew in the morning. I just felt, like I could be myself. I felt like all was not lost. I had hope. And during spring, I will always have hope.
My name is Savanna. I am 15 year old. I have sandy brown hair and sea green eyes. I live in Wyoming. In a house not too far from Yellowstone. I always love going there on vacation and weekends, if my family takes me. I have two older sisters name Annabelle and Winter. Winter is 16, has blonde hair and green eyes. Annabelle is 17, has brown hair, greyish-green eyes, and light freckles scattered over her nose. Both my older sisters are beautiful. I don’t think I am. But my sisters always prove me wrong.
Today is Monday. I get up and dress for school. I put on black jeans, a crew neck that says ‘smart’, and black high top converse. As I walk, I can’t help but realize that the trees have their buds sprouting. The birds are chirping and the sky is a light blue with fluffy, white clouds. At school, we go to all the classes, and luckily, I get all the nice teachers. After school, I walk home, and go to the garden in my house that I plant every spring. I get out the seeds, and get the small shovel and make holes to plant carrot seeds in. I plant squash, potatoes, lettuce, peppers, tomatoes, radishes, and a few other veggies.
After, I go to the kitchen and get a snack. I get a celery stick, and cut it into three pieces. I spread them with peanut butter, and add raisins on top. Ants on a log. After, I drink a cup of almond milk. I go upstairs and do my homework. After a geometry, an english, and a chemistry worksheet, I’m called downstairs to dinner. My mom made beef stew, but made a separate soup for me. Why? Because I’m a vegetarian. It had celery, carrots, parsnips, chopped tomatoes, a few sprigs of rosemary, chopped mushrooms, potatoes and greens.
After dinner, which was a delicious soup, by the way, I went upstairs to read a book. I realized my life is indeed different from other people’s. I am a vegetarian, I grow the vegetables I eat organically, and I love to be healthy. I never stop believing in myself, and I have hope. Maybe thats why my life is so different, yet so great. And its all because of one word. Hope.