Week #1 5G

It was an ordinary day, with my ordinary family, in my ordinary room. “Hilda! Stop pushing your sisters!” “Hilda! What are you doing!” “Hilda! Hilda! HILDA!!!” I hated when my sisters blamed things on me. I have 6 of them. Grounded, busted, anything I do, it always gets me in trouble. But little did I know that the day that I was going to experience something magical was today. I got grounded for using the last tissue. Pathetic. I laid on my bed, frustrated, but then very slowly, something turned. I sat up. Noting. I laid down. But then again, gradually, things started to move. Was I dreaming?…

– Hilda