1. Before I start, let me tell you a little about myself. My name is Dianna. I am, first of all, a proud freshman at East Raleigh Academy. I am also a very proud member of Gray Lutheran Church and sister of John and Kathleen. Some of the things I like to do are acting, singing, helping out with a lot of things and writing. I particularly love to write poetry. I am part of two writing sites and proud members of both. So, of course, the one thing I love is when one of my writings get published. This is where we start the show. Lights, Camera, Action!

Chapter 2 (Before the victory)

1. "Man. I am so glad I finally finished that." I said to myself one afternoon. I had just finished one of my poems that I was intending on sharing at the camping trip that weekend. I had spent countless hours on that. It was unbelievable now. I had gotten a ton of help from one of the writing sites I'm on and was finally done with it. First accomplishment had just been done. Now all I needed to do was show it off.

Chapter 3 (Time for payoff.)

1. It was time to show it off to the site. I logged in soon after completing the poem. First things first. I had to read a couple of messages that greeted me the minute I logged in. One was about a new poem, so I checked that out and commented before jumping to the second message. Second one was a reply to my private message I sent out. I replied back before jumping to the chat section. I then started to chat with Ron, a member of the site. While waiting for responses, I opened a new tab and started working on my poem. About 30 minutes (and a couple of tries) later, I had finished typing it out and editing it and, after all that work, I finally got it up. All I needed was some quick comments (and maybe a couple of changes) before sharing it at the camping trip.

Chapter 4 (Greeted by Mrs. Saltin)

1. I got back on the chat after completing the poem. Mrs. Saltin, a member of the site and former teacher of mine, had joined the chat. Here's how the chat went. 
2. me: Hey Mrs. Saltin.
3. Mrs. Saltin: Hey girl. >:D<  How r u?
4. me: >:D< wonderful. u?
5. Mrs. Saltin: Great. 
6. Ron: What's got u excited?
7. me: Just finished the poem I've been telling u 2 about. Check it out. [link to poem]
8. Mrs. Saltin: Wonderful. /me is checking out the new poem.
9. Ron: /me is checking out 15di's new poem.
10. (20 minutes later) Mrs. Saltin: Excellent poem. Commented.
11. Ron: Same here.
12. me: /me is checking out comments.

Chapter 5 (Feedback on poem)

1. Like I said in chat, I went to check out the comments. I had 3 so far, including Mrs. Saltin and Ron's. Here's what those 2 comments were.
2. Mrs. Saltin: Absolutely wonderful! Totally worth bragging about. I absolutely loved it!
3. Ron: Great job! 5/5
4. I was very excited. As you can quite see, they both LOVED my poem. One step closer to an all-time victory.

Chapter 6 (Back to chat)

1. me: How wonderful. Thanks a lot.
2. Ron: R U planning on sharing that?
3. me: Yes actually. i was going to start sharing it this weekend if not more.
4. Ron: Excellent.
5. Mrs. Saltin: What about your other teachers? aren't u going to show it to them?
6. me: That's why I said "if not more".
7. Mrs. Saltin: Ah. got ya.

Chapter 7 (The next day(One stop before the camping trip))

1. I walked into school the next morning, the poem along with the rest of my stuff in hand. The poem was encased in a clear protector, free to view. My first goal was, after dropping off my stuff, to see if I could find Mrs. Dronward, my high school LA teacher. As I walked towards my building, Mrs. Saltin was standing right in front of the middle school building, which was straight across from my building. 
2. "Hey Dianna." she called out to me.
3. "Hey Mrs. Saltin." I said as I rushed over to the building, almost dropping my stuff. 
4. "Why don't you go put that up except..." she pointed to my poem. "I want you-know-who to see it."
5. I knew exactly who she was talking about. You-know-who was Mrs. Jarred, my 8th grade LA teacher and probably my favorite teacher in the school. If she hadn't been a former teacher of mine, you would have thought we were best friends when you listened in to our conversations. "Sure. I was going to do that anyways." I replied.
6. "Great. I'll be waiting. Don't forget."
7. "I won't."

Chapter 8 (One stop before I do that)

1. After putting up my stuff and checking in with my homeroom teacher, I went to accomplish my first goal, show Mrs. Dronward the poem. Excitement was building with every step I took. I felt as if I could dance even though there was no music playing by the time I got to her door. I tried to open the door. Locked. Rats. Well, I guess onto my second goal. Go show this poem to Mrs. Jarred.

Chapter 9 (Before Mrs. Jarred)

1. "Glad to see you again, girl." said Mrs. Saltin as soon as I went outside. "Have you checked in?"
2. "Yes I have. I can't wait!" I replied.
3. "I know. Excitement and anticipation have been building up since I last talked to you."
4. " I think I'm going to get over there now."
5. "Sounds good. Let me know how she reacts. Okay?"
6. "I will."
7. "Thanks girl."
8. "No problem."
9. After my conversation with Mrs. Saltin, I decided to make my way over to Mrs. Jarred. Excitement was building up with each breath I took. By the time I got to her room, my excitement was as big as a 10-story building. As I knocked on the door, the sheer thrill had defiantly gotten the best of me. I sincerely hope she likes it. I can't wait!!

Chapter 10 (Time to show her)

1. A voice (which sounded a lot like Mrs. Jarred) said "Come on in."
2. I went in the door. The room had changed a lot since the last time I saw it. She had a lot of assignments, particularly poetry, up on the walls surrounding her classroom. My excitement doubled the minute I saw the poem I gave to her last year on the wall. It almost tripled when I saw the battery-operated candle that I had given her as a gift lighting up her desk. Mrs. Jarred happened to be writing a couple of last minute things on the board. "Hello, Mrs. Jarred." I said with the eagerness sounding in my voice.
3. She turned around to see me with my poem in hand. "Hey girl. It's been decades since I last saw you. How are things going?"
4. I couldn't help but let out a smile. "Absolutely wonderful. You?"
5. "Better now that you're here." I smiled. "Hey, what's that you've got there?"
6. "This?" I said holding up the poem. "My latest poem. Want to read it?"
7. She stopped writing, headed for her desk and sat down. "Absolutely girl. It's been forever since I've seen poems written by a professional."
8. I couldn't help but smile. I had never been called a professional in my life. She knew exactly what could brighten up a person's mood. I don't know why so many in my grade don't like her. Remember how I said earlier that she was "probably my favorite teacher in the school"? The kids don't really like her because she typically has a strict personality.  I believe if they got to know her more, she would actually be pretty nice to them. However, nobody in my grade (but me) has gotten to know her. Mrs. Jarred was intently looking over the poem. I grabbed a chair from nearby and sat down. She smiled and, after a little while, looked over towards me. The moment I had been waiting for had finally arrived. 

Chapter 11 (What's her reaction?)

1. Mrs. Jarred and I both got up. 
2. "What did you think?" I asked.
3. She grinned from ear to ear. "Girl, get over here." I got to a hug's distance from her. She bursted into tears of joy and hugged me. "That was absolutely wonderful, Dianna!"
4. I couldn't help but let a couple of tears out. Mission accomplished.