My Little Sister

I am the oldest of five kids, I will be talking about my oldest sister Nancy Isabelle.

She was born on June, 7th 2007, four months before my second birthday. The first year after her birth I didn’t like being an older sister, I probably was jealous because I wasn’t getting all the attention anymore, but after a little bit I warmed up to her. Soon enough we became best friends and started doing almost everything together.

Nancy is very mature for her age, she is a good and encouraging leader when it comes to dealing with kids who are younger than her, this makes her a very good communicator with younger kids. Example say if she was talking to a three year old that has just started talking, she has no trouble understanding them, even if their speech ability is very hard to understand.

Because of her maturity I have no problem talking to her like she is the same age as me, and she is a good listener. 

We tell each other almost everything, and try not to keep secrets from each other, even when it’s hard.

Nancy is an inch taller than me; she has straight, long dark brown hair which she always puts up into a ponytail or braid. She has a lot of freckles, even more than me, and has a dimple by her mouth when she smiles. People often mix us up, and think we are twins which annoys both of us.

 She is a great athlete, and loves sports, especially skiing and swimming.

We have a lot in common, we both love chocolate, sour gummies, nail polish, and crop tops, but we have a lot not in common, she like very long hair and I don’t, I like butterfly but she likes breaststroke, and I love pink but she likes purple, so we have are differences in taste.

One of our favorite things to do together is swimming, we swim four times a week together with are team, we both support each other when we have a swim goal, and we even race each other.

My little sister Nancy is an amazing person in my life I don’t know what I would do without her.

Author’s World Views From the Books The Lion of the North and Little Men

Most books usually give an insight into the authors worldviews or beliefs, through their characters, and their characters actions and beliefs.

The Lion of the North, by G.A Henty is about the thirty years war, which is a war between the Catholics and Protestants. The main character in this book, Malcolm is on the side of the Protestants. This gives a small insight of the fact that G.A Henty himself was a Protestant and Christan, this means that he believes that God is real, that God has created the universe. This belief is known as Theism, so, this means that one of Henty’s world views is Theism. 

This book shows a little bit of the worldview Rationalism. The reason why I think this is because the characters in the book think reasonably and logically, and don’t use emotion to lead their actions. Rationalism is the belief that opinions and actions should be based on logic, reason, and knowledge, instead of religious or emotional belief. So I think G.A Henty is also somewhat of a Rational thinker.

In Conclusion I think that G.A Henty’s worldviews are Theism and Rationalism.

Little Men, by Lousia May Alcott, is the second book of the Little Women series, and is about Jo (who is one of the sisters in Little Women), and her husband, together they are running a special school, the children at this school are taught to be kind, accepting, and treat each other as equals, Jo and her husband believe that everyone has some good in them or that everyone is born naturally good. This belief is known as Transcendentalism. Alcott was most likely a Transcendentalism.

Another worldview that I saw in this book was Theism, the children in the story prayed each night to God and went to church, they were also taught not to lie or steal since it is a sin and wrong.

In Conclusion, I believe that Lousia May Alcott’s worldviews are Transcendentalism and Theism.

Lydia Smith


One cold and rainy spring day, the fog loomed over Plumfield quite thickly blocking much of the view. The children stared out of the foggy windows boredly since they are unable to go outside, and being indoors all day can become rather dull. Mrs. Bhaer noticed the misery of the children and decided to cheer them up.

“Well my dears; I have some exciting news for you all. Mr. Bhaer and I have just learned that we will be having another student.” 

The reaction of the children was quite enjoyable and sweet.

“Really! Is the new student a he or she?” inquired Daisy, who liked the idea of having another playmate who was a girl since the majority of the school were boys, except for two girls one who was a complete tomboy and the other to young.

“How old is this new student? I hope it’s a boy!” said Tommy eagerly.

After a few minutes of the children’s questions, Mrs. Bhaer spoke.

“She is a girl of fourteen, older I know; her name is Lydia Smith. Her parents have decided to send her here, so she can have a little more fun and laughter in her life. She is from England and went to a very strict and dull boarding school in London which has left her quite moody and miserable. She is staying here at Plumfield for an entire year to have a little fun, enjoyment, and to learn in peace without to much stress. Please be kind to her.” 

This left quite an uproar again.

“When is she coming?” asked Nan.

“Does she like books and learning?” softly asked Demi.

“Dears please calm down. Well, she is coming tonight Mr. Bhaer is picking her up at the station, Nan, and I think she probably might, Demi.”

Mrs. Bhaer answered.

After there was a great deal of whispering, everyone wondered who this new mysterious girl from England was like, was, she nice or nasty, Mrs. Bhaer has said she was miserable and moody. Did she like younger children, would she be kind to them?

Lydia Smith miserably sat on the bench, her shoes and jacket were wet; she felt miserable and cold. She rubbed her thin elegant fingers together to warm them up, her leather gloves were not

helping one little bit. She was a small girl, small in stature, she had wavy whitish blond hair, and pale white skin which was pink from the cold, with milky grey eyes. She wore expensive clothing which did not suit her at all, they rather sagged on her.

Finally she saw the carriage. She grabbed her trunk and walked toward the carriage. The man sitting in the carriage had a kind and caring face that seemed to warm you up even though you were freezing cold. 

“Hullo. You must be Lydia.” He said kindly which warmed Lydia a tinge bit more, she had always been suspicious of strangers.

Back home at Plumfield the atmosphere of the children was even more anxious and excited; when they saw the carriage drive up the drive, they nearly leapt up with a blast of relief from the anxiety. The anxiety in the atmosphere was so bad the Nan said she had clutched her hands so hard that her hands were blue.

The house was nice, decided Lydia, much nicer than the boarding school that she had gone to for the last five years of her life; Mr. Bhaer was also very nice much kinder than the people at her boarding school. Lydia decided that she would like this place. She nervously walked through the door. The inside was even nicer than the outside, it wasn’t fancy and lavish, it was quite plain and simple but full of kindness and love, as if the house was giving you a warm embrace.

As Lydia was taking everything in, she heard the bounds of feet and saw a bunch of joyous happy young children run toward her. It was overwhelming since she had never seen such happy children, even her noisy siblings weren’t that happy. A kind gentle woman came down the stairs, after the children, she looked like the kind of person you could trust, someone that could understand you, and talk to. Lydia decided that she liked Mrs. Bhaer also.

“My dear, you are welcome to Plumfield.” said Mrs. Bhaer as she put her arm around her skinny shoulder, and introduced her to all the children. Lydia had never felt so much kindness, she was grateful for her mother’s decision now, she would be happy here.

The year that Lydia stayed at Plumfield truly changed her. She now laughed more often, she began to have color on her cheeks, she just glowed with happiness. She began to enjoy helping the other children in school, and had a close bond to Demi who just adored her. She became close friends with Nan and Daisy who treated her like an elder sister.

But the year went by to fast and Lydia soon had to leave Plumfield. She was saddened but ready for her English boarding school. The children were very sad since they would miss her a great deal. But felt reassured when she promised to write them letters once a month or whenever she could, they promised her that they would never forget her and write her letters whenever the could.

When she left she did not shed a single tear but instead waved farewell.

The End