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Previous Challenge Entry (Level 3 – Advanced)
Topic: Fellowship (among believers) (10/11/07)

TITLE: The Weerd People
By Dianne Janak
10/17/07


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Sally Stevens
Jurnal
Third Grade

Windsday September 12, 1956
My dad likes Bobs caffteara so we go there. Mom wants and other place but he dont care. We do what he wants. Dad did it agin. got mad at the boy who bring us water. Says he dont do it fast enough. Says we wont go back. Im sad. I like Bobs.

Windday September 19, 1956
Tonite we gone to Petes. mexcan food place my dad wants to try. mom canít eat spices, so she get salids. a nice place, but dad says lady too slow. he upset but liked the food, so I guess we go back I hope.
a table of weerd people there. put 3 tables to gathr and said prares. Even holdin hands. Made dad roll eyes. why wuld they held hands and smile a lot. Dad keeps us quite whn he eats. wants to think about his food. Always wundered why. Whats there to think about.

Wenesday September 26, 1956
Back to petes. Tonight I got in trubble in the car for asking them to come to my brownie party. Dad says he gets tired of always havin to do what we want. My mom angerd at him.
Weerd people were there again. Tonite theye real loud. Laffing a lot . older lady tells stories and they all laff. No one talks when she talk. I notiss that. They listen to her. Said somethin about goin to church. Id never been to chursh. My friend Sally go. I ask my mom on way home if we can go, and dad says no. Somethin about hippo crits? Not sure how to spell it. Maybe its like grits, and he doesnst like them. I did not know you ate at church.

Winesday October 2, 1956
Back to Petes. Hope dad would lurn to be nice to people who wait on us. I feel sad for them when he complanes. I want to tell them he drinks and gets mean.. It makes me want to stay home.
The weerd people were back. new people with kids there. The little girl spilt milk, and they all use nakins to clean it. No one got mad. No one. They dont even tell her shes stupid. I was waitin for a yell, and no one did it. I stare at their table. I like to hear them laffin. They like each other.

Wednesday October 9
We dont have much fun, I pretend I get to sit with the weerd people. Somethin happen as we left tonite. A nice lady from the weerd table smiled at me like she knows me or somethin. Donít know why, but it made me want to cry. I keep thinkn why they are so happy.

Wednesday October 15
our last time at Petes. Dad mad agin. Nothin new. I hear the weerd table tonite talk about church agin. They like each other. Laffin and stuff. One day I wanna sit with weerd people. But dad would be mad.


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Paula Titus 10/18/07
How original! I felt myself longing to take the child and hold her in my arms. Thank you for a beautiful piece.
Dee Yoder 10/19/07
Wow, what a story! I like the POV of the child and the way she compares her family to the "weerd" people who laugh and enjoy their time together. I'd love to read a whole book about this child's journey toward faith. (Hope you write it!) I love the diary format you used, also.
Christine Dunn10/19/07
A very touching piece. The child's innocent words and spelling brought us into her world so effectively. This was written in a very genuine child-like voice which made the story believable. Wouldn't be surprised if the author of this piece has a lot of experience with children.
Joy Faire Stewart10/19/07
Love the format and voice of the child in this piece... unique writing on topic.
Joanne Sher 10/20/07
Oh, I love this approach. Excellent job with POV and spelling - enough to get the message across, but not so much that it's distracting. Nice job!
Mo 10/20/07
Very creative, and sad. I hope the little girl gets her wish (in a later chapter)!
LauraLee Shaw10/21/07
GREAT story! I fell in love with this precious lonely child. Very effective way to get the definition of fellowship across.
Janice Cartwright10/22/07
"Whats there to think about?" I had to smile at this one... through my tears! Touching story but one that leaves the reader with a hopeful feeling.
Benjamin Graber10/23/07
Oh, I really, really like this one. The POV is great!
Deborah Engle 10/24/07
I felt a kinship with Sally from my long-ago childhood. It takes a long time to overcome the effects of growing up in that kind of household. I'm still working on it. Like Sally, I had people in my life that demonstrated to me that there is a better way, and I am thankful to them. Maybe I should have written this story? No you did it, and did so much better than I would have. I thank you. Great job!
Kristen Hester10/24/07
Very original and creative. What a lesson that people are watching us all the time. As Christians our fellowship should be attractive to others to point them to the Lord. Thanks for sharing this. God bless!
Betty Castleberry10/24/07
A really unique take on the topic. I like looking through the little girl's eyes. Good message here, too.
David Butler 10/25/07
I loved it. It makes you want to both laugh and cry. The sad, quaint innocence of the little girl was expressed so well through her writing style, and makes it so funny, so poignant and so appealing. Even the "Grammar Gestapo" would laugh and cry after reading this one.
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