Mr. Van’s trying to get me to join the new poetry club at Meadowbrook. A bunch of kids who went to Emerson Elementary thought up the idea. They meet on Wednesdays after school, write poems, eat snacks, and share their work. They’re talking about doing a coffeehouse this spring so people can read their poems to an audience. It sounds cool, even though there won’t be actual coffee.Takedown by Laura Shovan
Grover waddles into the room, snuffling my backpack. He sounds more like a pig than a dog.
Kenna says I’ll do the right thing, but I don’t know what that is. Wrestlers are supposed to be strong, and fearless, but I’m eleven. This is way bigger than I am