EssEll
Profile
I’m Stack’s wittle itty bitty sister! I can’t cross the road by myself. I tried once. And I cried.
If you’re mean to me my sister will glare at you. She scares me. She’s standing right behind me. Eep.
Writing
Scratched, Smashed, Broken and Damaged
A broken bird watched from an oak / The more she saw the less she spoke / The less she spoke the more she heard / No one loves a broken bird But everyone loves a story Eeper Weeper, chimney swee…
