By Kevin Hankes
Report by Raina Hartwig This is a story about two girl named Olive Barstow and Martha Boyle. It all started when Olive died she was only 12 when she was hit by a car on Monroe street while riding her bike. Her mom came to Martha’s house to give her Olives sort of diary paper she told Martha, “She was such a shy girl with not many friends she said she knew you the most”. Martha now had wished she had talked to her more. Then her mom got on her own bike and left. Olive was died. Martha slowly opened Olives paper diary I read with a hesitant voice
“ June 7 : My Hopes” “I hope that I can write a book someday. Not like the kind we did in writing lab. A real one, like in a Library or bookstore. And not like a mystery