Marney and Me, Best Sisters 4Ever

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Chapter 28 SAM THE HERO

Journal Topic #33 When I grow up, I want to be-

Dear Journal,

When I grow up, I want to be...I’ve been thinking about this a lot lately. This year has really shown me a direction in life that could be for me. I mean, I know I’m only 7 years old, but I think I want to go into Medicine.

I might want to be a doctor that helps people after spinal injuries, just like Doctor Mackey, the doctor helping my sister, Marney. Maybe I will be a surgeon and help people’s spines connect with their brain again, so they can walk again.

It would be a pretty amazing feeling to know I helped someone heal like that.

I know I’ve got a long time still before I need to decide, but that’s what has been going through my head recently.



We had to turn our journals back in to the English teacher today. I actually felt a little lost without my journal because it was very comforting to write in it daily. I waited and watched as many of the class turned theirs in. Even Cong got up and turned his in. I held onto mine for many minutes longer, until Ms. Harper called me up to her desk.

“Ms. Ferguson, come here and bring your journal, please.”

When I walked up to Ms. Harper’s desk and turned it in, Ms. Harper said to me, “Samantha, you have quite an interesting view of the world, especially your own.”

“Thanks, I think,” I replied.

“You should consider publishing this as a book,” she said about my journal.

Cong was listening in on our conversation and he suddenly said, “I hope there’s nothing about me in there!”

I turned to him and stated, “I bet there was a lot in your journal about me!” Cong turned bright red and sat back on his seat.

Ms. Harper giggled a little bit then composed herself. “Samantha, I’m quite serious. You have, potentially, a great story here and a way to make some money for yourself and your family, plus save up for college, medical school, whatever you want.”

That got my attention, because even with Doctor Mackey paying for Marney’s treatment, Fred and Jane were still behind on the bills. I decided that maybe Ms. Harper was right.

After class, Cong and I walked to lunch together and he asked me, “Are you really going to become a doctor?”

“Maybe,” I said. “Maybe a writer, too.”

“I think I’ll just tell my mom you’re going to become a doctor.”

I laughed, “Ok, Cong, tell her what you want.”

“Trust me, it’s better that I do.”

We laughed.

Cong is my best friend. I don’t know if he is really going to be my boyfriend, but for right now, I like that we’re just friends with a little mystery on the side.

“So, what are you going to be when you grow up?” I asked him. “You never told me.”

“I decided I’m going to design video games.”

“Did you tell your mom yet?”

“No, I figured I would wait until I tell her you’re going to be a doctor. That way, she’ll know we’ll be ok.” He blushed a little as he waited for me to respond.

“You do still remember that I’m only seven, right, Cong?”

“Yes, and you remember my mom said she met my dad when they were seven?”

I laughed to cover up my blushing face and he joined in.

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