Only five more minutes before school let out.
"On Friday," said Mrs. Griswell, "please share your favorite1with the class. And bring something to show everyone!"
Chris didn't look happy. He2to share his favourite hobby with anyone. His brother made fun of him about it, and his dad didn't think much of it, either.
At home, Chris took out baseball cards. He liked baseball,3his real hobby let him show his imagination.4his cards, he didn't feel right about it.
Tuesday passed. He was ready to show the cards, but5still felt wrong. He walked out of his room, without looking at the notebook on his desk.
Wednesday. Chris lay on the bed, counting the6he would show. He didn't want to tell lies, but he wasn't sure if he was7enough to show his real hobby.
He thought of his grandma, who is a fashion designer. He was interested in8 hobby because of her. Suddenly, Chris ran to the phone. "Hi, Grandma, it's Chris. I need your help..."
Friday morning. Chris walked to the front of the classroom,9the notebook, and the racing heart.
"What is your hobby?" Mrs. Griswell asked.
Chris began, "I design*10and other things."
Some students were11. "I knew it, "he thought. Mrs. Griswell shook her head.
"I want to be a fashion designer like my12" He showed his designs for dresses and shirts on the notebook."She taught me all of these," he explained.
When Chris pulled a headband from his bag and put it on, the class became quiet.
"This is for boys. You can see some…" He introduced it13as if it was a great work of art. Then he heard Nick say, "Cool!"
Chris took out another headband from his bag. "For girls, I designed a pink one."
"I love it!" said Amber.
"I14the headbands for everyone," said Chris, taking out many headbands.
The whole class looked15. Chris smiled. Now things finally felt right!
