“what should we do” I asked my cousin pacing up and down the hallway.
“I don’t know! Why ask me?” my cousin said starting to pace even faster like it was a competition. We ended up on the couch on different sides. My mom came stomping in like an elephant. She told us to apologize. She said it in a calm sweet voice, but I knew she was mad inside.
“Sorry,” I said crossing my arms in anger.
“Sorry,” my cousin said looking like she was about to scream. A little while after that, we were friends again and we started finding dance moves to combine into one perfect dance. We practiced and practiced and practiced that dance.
One week until Christmas… 3 days until Christmas… a few more hours until Christmas. It was the day! It was a stampede of families to my grandma’s house.
“Next up, Sofia and Lola.” We got up. I was shaking. We started dancing. The crowd started cheering. Clap, clap, clap, clap, clap. I started to get comfortable and the cheering got louder and louder and then… my dad started FLOSSING! I quickly ran to my dad, grabbed his hands and tried to hold them up above his head so he would stop.
“STOP!!!” I yelled stomping my feet. He started laughing, but eventually stopped. I wiped my head in relief. Then, we had cake with a scoop of Ice cream on it. It was awesome! Everybody started leaving after that.
“All that practice paid off,” I said crossing my arms feeling more positive then I have ever in my entire life.
I like that you put in a lot of detail and dialogue. I think that you worked hard on this.
I loved all the details in your story. I also loved how you said I crossed my arms angrily. And when you said that your cousin said sorry like she was about to scream. I could tell that you put a lot of time into this.