Jeremiah squinted from the sun. He was thinking about the game. They could have won. He could have won the game for them. All he needed to do was catch the ball, but he didn't. He dropped it. His coach talked to him. "Jeremiah, we had a great season. Nobody's perfect. It's okay," he said. Jeremiah smiled at the coach, but he couldn't forgive himself so easily.

The bell rang. "Oh no! I'm going to be late for science! I've got to go," said Cassie to her friend Tom. Tom rolled his eyes and said, "Little Miss Perfect can't be late." This upset Cassie. She hated when people gave her a hard time for trying to do the right thing, especially Tom. "Quiet you," she said. Then he smiled a big grin at her.

The parade marched down the street. It was led by a drummer. He set a slow pace and tapped out a rhythm. A marching band followed behind him, matching his pace. Behind the band were floats of all sizes and designs. Children and adults were riding on the floats, tossing out candies, streamers, and plastic prizes. The street was lined with people. The noises of celebration filled the streets.

You look at the blueprints laid before you. You have no idea how to read them. "Why did I lie to get this job?" you wonder to yourself.

I can't believe I'm going to be late for school. I overslept and missed my bus again.

The birds were chirping and the sun was shining. Kevin and Juno were sitting on a park bench together. Neither of them was smiling. Juno was worried about how to start this conversation, though she had a feeling that Kevin already knew what was coming.