My Special Place
By Beth Austin, Chapman School

There is a small house on the outside of my real house. My family built it. It’s light blue, the same as my real house, with white trim and a dark green floor. There are three windows, but only one of them can open. On the inside, two of the walls are billboard material for hanging drawings, posters, or anything you want to hang up. One wall has a big chalkboard for drawing. Then, on another wall is a tiny piece of chalkboard, a window and, of course, the door. On that same wall, under the window, is a fold-out table. That is where I practice my flute. On the opposite wall is a desk with drawers. I go to the small house to escape from my big sister when she is mad as well as to practice my flute. One time, I escaped from my sister, locked the door and held the door knob in case the lock didn’t work. She couldn’t get in any other way, so she got even more angry and left. My sister makes me practice my flute out there, because it’s too loud for the house, she says.