Hi, there! My name is Greta, and I am home schooled by my mom. I am thirteen and in seventh grade. There are a few things I really enjoy doing but the one I am going to talk about today is writing. I love to write and I would really like to become an author when I get older. I mostly write short stories, poems, and oneshots (which are even shorter stories); so, I have written one to show you guys today. I’ve chosen to write about my time EHC booth at the fair, which was a very fun ,slightly crazy experience. , which was a fun, yet slightly crazy experience. experience. I hope everyone will enjoy it!
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I shiver and tug on the sleeves of my jacket as I walk a few steps ahead of my mom, brother and sister. The sky is an angry shade of iron and the wind is harsh and cold. Tonight is a little too dreary for my liking and way too much so for a day in late September. The fairgrounds are alive, despite the unsatisfactory weather, and bustling with people. People who are probably heading off to ride rides that I can hear in the distance and see their lights flashing. That isn’t where I’m headed though. In front of me, I can see a big building marked ‘Educational Building’. I feel a drop of rain on my forehead. Shivering again, I step through the doorway and a wall of different things hits me. The building is crowded with people and it is much warmer than it was outside. The big ‘Best of Show’ display stands right before me, bearing all of the best entries in all of the fair categories this year. I can see a photograph of a little girl with curly hair and a woven basket. To my right is the EHC booth, which is a fundraiser that helps many different organizations by selling hamburgers and hot dogs. I can see a few of my friends bustling around inside the booth but I can’t see a lot because of all the people crowded around it. I gulp. There are so many people. My heart sinks a little but I walk over to the tables beside the booth. I say hi to Brittany and Mariah and Ms. Bonnie, who gives me my 4-H apron. I grab a pencil, stick it behind my ear, and get to work.
“That’ll be…” I hesitate, counting up a man’s order on an order card. “Thirteen-fifty!” I smile weakly. It’s been about 15 minutes and I’m absolutely overwhelmed. The booth is in total chaos. Kids and grown-ups are running back and forth, filling out orders, taking change to the cash register and rushing orders back to the customers. So far, I’ve messed up someone’s order, spilled tea on the bags of nachos while pouring a customer a cup (ruining the paper nacho holders) and brought someone the wrong type of soda from the freezer. The customer whose order I’ve just finished taking hands me a one-hundred dollar bill. I look from the bill in my hands, back to the customer, who smiles as if he feels sorry for me and back to the bill. I smile again, trying to hide how hysterical I feel and take it back to cash register. I put the order card in the window to the kitchen. Ms. Kim reaches over from inside the kitchen and grabs it. I put the pencil in my left hand behind my ear again and run the change back to the man.
“Order up!” I hear. I look back and see three wrapped burgers on the table outside the kitchen door and hurry to grab them. I fumble with them and one falls to the floor. Like a hawk, I dip down and scoop it up, making a fruitless effort to straighten the paper wrapping. I call out the name on the order card and bring it to the customer, who looks slightly annoyed. As he walks off, the thought that I should’ve gotten the ladies in the kitchen to make him another one runs through my mind.
“Oh, well.” I think. “Too late now.” The rain is pounding outside by now. A flood of people are wading through the door, no doubt trying to find shelter. Out of the corner of my eye, I see my siblings licking ice cream cones and laughing with each other. I smile. Just then, I have to duck out of the way as a boy flies past me on his way to the nacho-cheese machine. I sigh. Back to work
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I shiver and tug on the sleeves of my jacket as I walk a few steps ahead of my mom, brother and sister. The sky is an angry shade of iron and the wind is harsh and cold. Tonight is a little too dreary for my liking and way too much so for a day in late September. The fairgrounds are alive, despite the unsatisfactory weather, and bustling with people. People who are probably heading off to ride rides that I can hear in the distance and see their lights flashing. That isn’t where I’m headed though. In front of me, I can see a big building marked ‘Educational Building’. I feel a drop of rain on my forehead. Shivering again, I step through the doorway and a wall of different things hits me. The building is crowded with people and it is much warmer than it was outside. The big ‘Best of Show’ display stands right before me, bearing all of the best entries in all of the fair categories this year. I can see a photograph of a little girl with curly hair and a woven basket. To my right is the EHC booth, which is a fundraiser that helps many different organizations by selling hamburgers and hot dogs. I can see a few of my friends bustling around inside the booth but I can’t see a lot because of all the people crowded around it. I gulp. There are so many people. My heart sinks a little but I walk over to the tables beside the booth. I say hi to Brittany and Mariah and Ms. Bonnie, who gives me my 4-H apron. I grab a pencil, stick it behind my ear, and get to work.
“That’ll be…” I hesitate, counting up a man’s order on an order card. “Thirteen-fifty!” I smile weakly. It’s been about 15 minutes and I’m absolutely overwhelmed. The booth is in total chaos. Kids and grown-ups are running back and forth, filling out orders, taking change to the cash register and rushing orders back to the customers. So far, I’ve messed up someone’s order, spilled tea on the bags of nachos while pouring a customer a cup (ruining the paper nacho holders) and brought someone the wrong type of soda from the freezer. The customer whose order I’ve just finished taking hands me a one-hundred dollar bill. I look from the bill in my hands, back to the customer, who smiles as if he feels sorry for me and back to the bill. I smile again, trying to hide how hysterical I feel and take it back to cash register. I put the order card in the window to the kitchen. Ms. Kim reaches over from inside the kitchen and grabs it. I put the pencil in my left hand behind my ear again and run the change back to the man.
“Order up!” I hear. I look back and see three wrapped burgers on the table outside the kitchen door and hurry to grab them. I fumble with them and one falls to the floor. Like a hawk, I dip down and scoop it up, making a fruitless effort to straighten the paper wrapping. I call out the name on the order card and bring it to the customer, who looks slightly annoyed. As he walks off, the thought that I should’ve gotten the ladies in the kitchen to make him another one runs through my mind.
“Oh, well.” I think. “Too late now.” The rain is pounding outside by now. A flood of people are wading through the door, no doubt trying to find shelter. Out of the corner of my eye, I see my siblings licking ice cream cones and laughing with each other. I smile. Just then, I have to duck out of the way as a boy flies past me on his way to the nacho-cheese machine. I sigh. Back to work
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