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Hello there! My name is Laura Foster! I live on 

Naples beach in LaPlaya, Florida. I love the fresh 

salty air that surrounds me! I live with Mother, 

Father, and little Brooke. Father is a fisherman. 

So, we often have fish for supper. My mother is 

nearly always ill. She hardly has enough time for 

me, and Brooke sleeps with her. Brooke is just a 

few months old, and let's just say, he is not the 

healthiest either. I spend a lot of time at the 

beach watching dolphins dive, fishermen loading 

in nets of fish, and sailboats floating around 

across the breeze! I just love my life! 

I love watching my father! It's just so 

entertaining! He doesn't fish with the other 

fishermen, nor does he use net or pole! He 

take bits of cake and fish fat left over from 

supper, and throws them into the shallow 

parts of the ocean. Then waits for fish to 

come and nibble. Slowly he walks up, and 

grabs the   fish by the tail, and throws him on 

shore! Now the fish's supper has turned him 

into one. "It takes a lot of practice," he told 

me. "I bet," I think.

The next day, when I was shopping, I saw some 

military men! "Japan has attacked Pearl Harbor! 

We have entered World War ll! The men on these 

lists are called to fight!" They shouted. Scrolls 

were hung on the walls. I had heard of World 

War ll, and now we were entering! And Pearl 

Harbor! How was it? I ran, like everyone else, 

searching for my father's name. Every bit of me 

hoped that he was not on the list. Somewhere, a 

woman wailed, a girl cried, and a man screamed. 

I searched quickly down the list. Then, there it 

was. ANDREW FOSTER. Then I found myself 

falling. I had fainted.

That night, we had delicious catfish. I had still 

not told my father what I had heard. Then I 

poured it out to my family. In the end they 

were staring. My mother burst into tears. 

Brooke didn't know what was going on, but 

since Mother was crying, he decided he must 

cry to. WAAAAAAA! Father looked at me. 

"Well then! I guess I must pack myself." He 

excused himself, and walked up the stairs to 

his room. I knew exactly how Mulan felt. 

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