The Girl Who Made Cookies by: Riithim

Tanya sat in the back of the car, letting the wind blow her soft brown hair out of the window. She heard her hair hit the side of the old lime green car rhythmically, thwap, thwap, thwap, thwap. She didn’t know what kind of car it was, because she wasn’t good with that type of thing. What she did know, however was that her Uncle Pete would instantly be able to identify what brand and model it was, along with the year it was made and where it was manufactured. Tanya liked Uncle Pete, with his ways of knowing everything there was to know, and his great recipes. It was Uncle Pete’s new apartment that they were going to. Tanya was so excited to see him, but she was also a little sad about leaving home. Tanya hadn't seen Uncle Pete since she was six. In two weeks she was turning thirteen. Hadn’t her mom said there was a thirteen year old girl living next door?

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