Competition

Author's Note:
It's Christmas break and I was bored, so what do I do?  I was thinking about practicing for dance, but then, what if I just wrote about dance.  So this is a story I wrote inspired by my last dance competition, I am focusing on orginazation.

I walk right onto the stage.  Lights flickering, piercing your eyes as you look up.  You grasp your poms tightly before the music starts.  Adrenaline rushing through your veins as the intro starts. Hitting your moves on spot with everyone else, you all look perfect.   The music stops and you hold your last position.  Your team cheers off behind the curtain and out of sight from the audience.  All of your team mates head back into your practice room. 

You can talk about how well you did, or bad, now.  Your coach congratulates everyone.  You head back to the auditorium to accept the awards. The announcer speaks softly into the microphone so you can barely hear him.  Someone on your teams recognizes some of the words he’s saying and that your division is about to be called.  Eighth place, not you.   Seventh place, not you.  It goes on until third place.  Third place, not you.  Your team gets excited.  Second place, Main Street Dance, that’s you! Second place.   Macayla, a high school assistant coach, told you that you should expect to get about fourth or fifth place because there were some other teams that were easily a lot better than you in previous years.  Our team walks back onto the stage to accept their trophy.  It’s gold and shiny, just like all the others, only bigger.  A different announcer called out the first place team, Secondary Dance Academy.  Though don’t let the word secondary fool you. It just means that they are younger.  Yep we lost to some little girls that are about two thirds our ages.  We got over it and laughed it off and after a while. We let the fact that we just got second place excite us. 

The emotions are running through us like the blood in my veins just before we went on.  There is still some more time that we have to be there because we want to see the other teams in the other divisions.  Once it’s all over, done and gone.  We get back onto our bus, not a coach bus, not a tricked out fun bus, but just a little yellow school bus, though we’re all OK with that. 

The ride home was the best part.  We were all talking and yelling and hoping someone was able to hear how happy we were.  We stop back at our school. All the parents are shouting at us that we did a great job, and we know that.  Though, it did get a little loud.  Once we got to school, I, me of all people, was the one chosen to put the trophy in the trophy case.   

Everyone settled down to find their parents.  I found my dad and he drove me home where my mom is waiting with open arms, my dad texted her saying that I got second place.  Great, a spastic mom and an over exaggerating dad, fun.  I was über tired, so I just went up straight to bed.  Rest might just be the best thing for me right now.

Spas

Author's Note:
reellaaxx and enjoy the poem I wrote focusing on voice.

Comfort pleasure
Relaxing fun
Enjoying the pool
Tanning out in the sun
Getting facials
Pedicures and more
So much to do
You'll never be bored
Quiet and peace and
Serenity
Putting on make-up
In a vanity
Massages and lotions
Showers and soap
You think about the cost
You hope it's low
Your girls day is done
Forever for now
You try to come back here
You picture ways how

Shopping

Author's Note:
I love to shop and it makes me smile so I wrote about it.

Finding some shoes
Or a sweater or skirt
Buying some pants
Or a necklace, a shirt
Trying it on
It fitting just right
It is just perfect
Not loose or tight
The garment so soft
So silky and clean
In it you dance
You dance oh so free
The piece is on sale
Fifty percent off
Outside you walk
You begin to cough
You go into stores
Outlets and malls
The buildings are huge
They are really tall
All the colors of clothes
All the sales going on
Animals on shirts
Like bunnies and fawns
You get up extra early
To get the best prices
You would drive youself
But you have no license
As you walk in the doors
A woman asks if she can help you
You say no, then you ponder
Do you
You walk around
For half an hour
You walk past a bakery
Full with flour
Once you walk into that store
You favorite store
You you're in heaven
Not the real world anymore

To What Extent

Author's Note:
Think about the things you are about to here, and if you've ever done them. I am focusing on voice.

To what extent would you change the world
To what extent would you try to hurt it
To what extent would you give a donation
To what extent would you keep your money
To what extent would you help someone
To what extent would you be mean
To what extent would you love
To what extent would you hate
To what extent would you share
To what extent would you take
To what extent would you  shine light
To what extent would you be dark
To what extent would you do something just like everyone else
How far will you go, just to be an original

Things to Think About

Author's Note:
This is a poem about things I was thinking about and that just happened to rhyme. I am focusing on voice.


Tigers eating
Lions pouncing
Jumping on beds
Not jumping, bouncing

Running outside
Playing some tag
Pledge of allegiance
To the American flag

Cartwheels on the subway
Handstands at the park
Skipping around your house
When it's finally dark

Swimming in the summer
Skiing in winter
Climbing trees in fall
Careful, don't get a splinter

Drawing in Paris
Romancing in Spain
Buy worldly products
Like African grain

Around the world
In eighty days
Fly to the clouds
Shoot up into space

Slide into sweats
Pull back your hair
Go have some fun
Go to a fair

Skip through bad weather
Dive into grass
Don't break your arm
Don't get a cast

Shop with your friends
Gossip about nothing
Listen to music
Now honey that's something

Talk with a twang
Just for a day
You can be Texan
You'll find something to say

Be a martian
Maybe from mars
Shoot for the moon
Land on the stars

Click a pen in you hand
Write in a journal
Eat some popcorn
Even the kernels

Lick ice-cream cones
Sink your teeth into ice
Eat something hot
Like jalapeno spice

Duct tape your mouth
Don't say a word
Soar up in the sky
Just like a bird

Smile ear to ear
Don't frown just smile
Walk to China
It might take a while

Wear crazy clothes
And socks and a shirt
Then get them all dirty
While playing in dirt

Get shocked by a fence
Feel it rush right through you
You might not like it
Or maybe, do you?

Post it the world
Wrap it together
Make it more colorful
Just like a feather

Do something weird
Like fall from a tree
Don't hit the ground
Don't scrape your knee

Make your room sparkle
Hang cups from the ceiling
It will look better
Cooler, apealing

Play a game with a neighbor
Hey look you won
Turn around in a glance
The poof it's all gone

Fun

Author's Note:
This is a poem that is suppose to make you have fun, I am focusing on voice.


Ride a roller coaster

Slide down a mountain
Skate in Antarctica
Play in a fountain

Run with the tigers
Fish with the bears
Go where you please
Wherever oh where

Far far away
You can be free
We can go on an adventure
Just you and me

Fly up in the air
Like no one's around
Tip toe into a cave
Shh don't make a sound

The Land of the Christmas

Author's Note:
After I wrote the poem Creative, I decided that I liked the term the land of the Christmas, I am focusing on voice.

The land of the Christmas
With Santa and Snow
With little cold elves
And candycanes you know
The land with all white
And soft warm blankets
Giving goodies and treats
In wicker baskets
Mrs. Claus and Mr.
All gathered in red
Plump little creatures
With plump little heads
The spirit of Saint Nick
The chime of his bells
The tune of the sleigh
Stories to tell
Grouped in little bunches
Making bundles and bundles of toys
All put together nice and neat
For super nice girls and boys
Reading books of the
Night before
Selling trinkets
In trinket stores
Salvation Army
Receiving donations
Santa gives
To every nation
You want to be here
You don't want to miss this
Come take a trip
To the land of the Christmas

Come One, Come All

Author's Note:
I wrote this poem to show that anyone can be wanted, all they have to do, is to have the need.  I am focusing on the voice part of the writing rubric.

Come one, come all
To the the marvelous life
To the heavens above
To see the great sites
Live life to the fullest
The fullest indeed
To the land of the wealthy
Though no one with greed
Family, friends,
Neighbors alor!
Babies, and brothers
Sisters and mothers
The land of the love
Islands of great fortune
Come to the cities
Like Sunshine and Lipton
Everyone's healthy
Everyone's clean
So many places to go
Many people to be
Slap a smile on that face
That oh what lovely face
And come on down
Live in wide open space
Clear out of reality
And into your dreams
You don't want to be wanted
To you wanted is a need
The place of all color
Like red blue and green
Eat cultures of food
Like Mexican beans
Or pasta from China
Or oranges from Spain
Or bananas from Brazil
Or some sort of grain
You cannot get hurt
Or take a great fall
Welcome to the land
Of come one, come all

E. coli

Author's Note:
This is a content essay on E. coli and what affects it has on people and in lakes and rivers.  I am focusing on the organization part of the writing rubric.

E. coli is a small, warm blooded bacteria that infested Pewaukee Lake for almost two weeks last summer.It  can cause illnesses such as fever, stomach ache, and more annoying and painful symptoms.  This bacteria is sometimes found in food, such as meat and dairy products.  To treat E. coli infections, one can either wait it out for about five to ten days, or take specific medicines to treat your fever or stomach aches. Swimmers or boaters should always check the news or with life guards to make sure lakes are clean.  There are little steps you can take to stay E. coli free, too.  Lastly, E. coli is one of the most disgusting things that you can have swarming on your body.

First, E. coli's entire name is Escherichia coli.  It is a small and oval shaped bacteria that, when infected, can cause illnesses.  It can contaminates foods, open air, and water, most often.  When it contaminated Pewaukee Lake, some people still went swimming even though they knew about the E. coli.  Lakes and rivers get infested with E. coli by when the clouds pick it up somewhere else, and it rains into the lake.  When swimming in any lake, try not to swallow the water because the water may have tiny traces of E. coli in it and you could get sick.  Finally, E. coli is supposed to be noticed and taken seriously, but health officials try hard to keep their beaches clean and swimmers shouldn't worry too much about it.

Most people hear about E. coli infesting lakes, rivers, or large waters, but how about food.  Yes, many foods could have E. coli traces and cause the same affects on your body.  The most common foods with E. coli, are meats or dairy products.  Raw meats can get infected, if the animal had an E. coli infection in it already.  Dairy, since it is made from milk, it could have picked it up from the animal it came from, too.  All in all, check the brand of these foods before consuming. 

As people, we can't really prevent all E. coli in the world, but we can inform others if we know something  infected.  If a certain beach is closed for E. coli, don't swim.  If a certain cheese is recalled for E. coli, don't eat it.  Ways to get rid of E. coli are one of two things, you can wait it out, which takes five to ten days or you can buy special antibiotics such as nonchromosamal antibiotics.  For it to not spread, wash your hands and take several showers everyday.  In conclusion, E. coli should try to be avoided whenever possible.

E. coli isn't as dangerous as some may think, but it is something to avoid. When infected with E. coli, try taking special antibiotics to cure your stomach aches and fever.  Make sure when buying a new meat or dairy product, that it isn't contaminated with E. coli.  Swimming and boating can be fun, but check with a lifeguard to make sure that your beach is E. coli free.  To conclude E. coli is gross and disgusting, but shouldn't be over exaggerated.

How May I Help You

Author's Note:
This is part I of my Embarrassing Moments that never really happened but they sure are funny series. I am focusing on voice.

You strut right on into a Chanel store in downtown New York while your family is on vacation.  When you get inside a woman walks up to you.  How may I help you she asks me.  I tell her that I am looking for something under a hundred dollars, and guess what she does.  She laughs right in my face and walks off!  Who does that, I scream after her, I'm never coming back here again.  She shouts, whatever, it's not like people like you are keeping us in business. I was so hurt I started to cry. As I did I ran out of the store, in which she continued laugh right at me!   How embarrassing! 

In Your World

You sit in your room, wondering what life would be like if you were a princess. In your world, America would make you Queen, but what is a queen without a king? In your world, your king would would be Justin Bieber.  You imagine how your life would change if you became Mrs. Bieber, not Ms. Ulgetrise.  You wonder about if you had better clothes, in your world, your closet would be full of Chanel and Armani, nothing less than five hundred dollars.  You wonder, what if you were as smart as Albert Einstein, in your world, Einstein would be jealous of you. You wonder what if I were taller, in your world all the other girls would want your height.  You wonder, what if I were skinnier, in your world, you'd be only 95 pounds.

Then, the weirdest thing happened. A genie flew out of your ceiling light and popped up as if you weren't even there. He stared at you with is bright purple and blue eyes, his muscles, and his unmistakable, perfectly tan skin. You think you're dreaming, you're not.  He tells you he will grant you five wishes.  You think about it for a second and tell him what you want, you want to be taller, you want to have your closet full of Chanel and Armani, you want to be Mrs. Beiber, you want to be smarter, and you want to be queen of America.  He tells you to think about what you say before you say, final answer, you yell back saying, no this is want I want.  The genie replies by pulling out a stick and with a bip-a-tee bop-a-tee boop, your vision goes black. 

You wake up in a king sized bed, in a house where your window over looks the Washington monument. The genie really granted your wishes. Just when you think that it can't get any better, guess who walks in.  Justin Beiber!  he says it's time to wake up honey! He just called me honey.  You shriek out, I'm not dressed.  Justin tells you to open you closet. Which when you did you found Chanel, Armani, nothing less than five hundred dollars.  You think that this is the best thing that has ever happened to you.  He tells you to you need to go to a meeting in the conference room. You put on your favorite looking Chanel dress, that when you put it on, it gracefully slid down, fitting perfectly in its shiny, silk, baby pink texture.

As you start the the hall to the conference room and walk in.  Everyone stands up and doesn't sit down until you do. A servant walked in, he gave me a plate full of breakfast, and spoke these words, for you my queen.  You let out a small sound of joy and take the plate.  When you look around the room, you notice that you are noticeably taller than the rest of the members.  You think that it must just be that your seat is taller.  One man stands and opens up a map of Canada, he says that America was planning a attack to get all of their bacon.  I get excited, tons and tons of Canadian bacon!  Splendiferous!  You are at the height of your life, when the cops walk in and yell out, "She's an impostor!" As I try and figure out who they are talking about I notice that they are all headed toward me!  They think that I am the impostor!  I explain that I am the queen, no impostor here.  They beg to differ.  They open their vest and point out if I try to run, they have a gun.  That's when I freak out. Before they could catch me I hear someone shouting my name.  It's my mom yelling at me to wake up, it's time for dinner.  I was really glad she woke me up when she did, or I would be dead, well in my dreams.  Once she did that I started to realize that the people who really like me and love are the ones I already have.  My wonderful, splendiferous Ulgetrise family!

Poems

Author's Note:

I wrote these poems in fifth grade for our class coffee house where we had to memorize 3 poems.

Flower Power

 The power of flower

 Is quite unique

The flower of power

Gives great critique

Power is fury

Flowers they shine

But then put together

Everything is in line

Hippies Are…

Color Shine Flowers

Cool and know how to relax

Love hanging out, Peace!

60’s

The time of the hippies

 The style for color

You’ll find your true path

One way or another

Colors O Colors

Colors O colors

How dear the bright

Colors O colors

O what a sight

They can perk you up

They explain your feelings

They are puke green

But mainly appealing

Colors O colors

Still yellow as sun

Colors O colors

Fun, Fun, Fun, Fun!

Abbi Marie Debelack

Author's Note:
Abbi Debelack is another student in Academy if you don't know, I am focusing on the word choice part of the writing rubric.

Wears blue hoodies
And sneakers with fun
And swimming around
In the warm summer sun
For her reading
She has no process
Enjoy it she does
She will not lost it
Her dogs Sydney and Aspen
She loves them both
And likes to grin
She's five feet tall
Just about
She has a nose and two ears
And a widely spread mouth
Which she uses to smile
Or frown sometimes
She is real not a fake
She has no copyrighted lines
She likes movies and toast
Though not together
She plays on outside
Even in bad weather
She laughs at me
While I'm writing this poem
She goes out to eat
Only when they are open
We have the same tape
Though hers is green
And mine is blue
There's a difference you see
She is a her is a girl
Is a child
She is not her or a boy
She is though, not all that wild
She is calm cool collected
Most of the time
Though she can be happy
And she will be fine
THE END

Ariana

Author's Note:
I am writing this because I want to write a poem about my sister Ariana and I didn't want to write a full blown story.  I am focusing on the voice part of the writing rubric.

Fun blonde spunk
Where's white coats
Has fun when she swims
Not when she floats
She own a tortoise
Named Percy Worcester
She has a mom and
A dad am I am her sister
We have a dog Spot
She likes him indeed
If you see him, you'll
Laugh at what you see!
She does not like school
Or bugs like ants
She'll make you laugh
And pee your pants
You might think she's too short
But she'll say you're too tall
Don't be mean to her or me
Even though we're small
She can punch you in the face
You might get  a black eye
She really likes horses
And should never be a spy
She says whipped cream
In the weirdest way
She enjoys art
And molding clay
She's really annoying
And has a squeaky voice
She is most certainly a girl
Though she has no choice
She is a freshman
A smart one too
You might disagree
But who asked you
She told me she's brilliant
I told you she's funny
We have only two pets
Not one bunny
Her name's Ariana
Pronounce it right
Or she'll push you underwater
In the middle of the night
That wouldn't be pretty
Say it with me
Are-ee-ah-nah
Now you see
She really likes hugs
And slapping and kicking
And waffle cones
Which you'll find her licking
She bangs real hard on my wall
Did I mention our rooms
Are very much connected
I'm redecorating soon
We may fight every now and then
Though sometimes we really are nice
We are really cool
And have cool sister spice
She's crazy and wacko
You can't disagree
If you think not
You don't know her like me
She has blue eyes
And eyebrows too
Though that came out wrong
Her eyebrows aren't blue!
She likes running outside
And camping and skipping
Outdoors are her thing
Though not so weight lifting
Pumping the iron
Just isn't her thing
She's really strong
And likes pong comma ping
That's ping pong
If you didn't catch it
If you are standing while reading
Then please grab a chair, sit
She is outgoing and fun
Creative as much
When she can't ride horses
She makes a fuss
Has ducky pijamas
And they're silky too
They're yellow and rubber
They are not wearing shoes
She collects Breyer horses
They are really small and plastic
She does not enjoy buying clothes
She hates finding out if they fit
Though her closet is full
And bigger than mine
She gets most as gifts
Under a tree that is pine
A Christmas tree that is
With ornamints and lights
She decorates it with me
This is one of the times we don't fight
She doesn't like
Real little kids
She so much likes to travel
In maybe Madrid
She likes all her teachers
And other peers
She still remembers me
Because well I'm right here
Her hair is the thickest
I've ever seen
Until you feel it
You won't believe me
Just like Santa or God
Seeing isn't believing
Because well have you ever
Seen the Easter bunny
She likes Easter
And eating the food
Though mainly the meat
Is polite though, not crued
Thankgiving is her Christmas
Mainly because of the turkey
She loves the legs
She eats them with pleasure
Rips like a caveman
Stomach as big as a bear
Is not all the scary
She has not that much hair
Her room has a miral
With frogs and butterflies
When I'm sneaking around
She tries to spy
Eves dropping that's her
Though you'd never guess
She's hard to spot
She's the best!
Sneaks around with ease
In tight corners and nooks
She reads all the time
Though not chapter books
Just Ripley's and Guiness
And thick shiney items
If people stand in her way
She sure will fight them
She might be small
And you'd never know
That she could sneak up behind you
Even in Wisconsin snow
The likes to fish too
In large lakes and rivers
Catches cat fish, but
When water splashes she shivers

Creative

Author's Note:
I felt extra happy so I decided to make an unreal life--hope you like it.  Since this is a poem I am focusing on the voice part of the writing rubric.

Breathe out all your
Air into the wind
Scream it shout it
Be happy grin
The world is a canvas
Paint it with true
Beauty all colors
Red or blue
Stomp on the floor
Like no one's around
Yell out your heart
Then it's over no sound
Lie on the floor
Kick your feet high
Breathe heavily in
Let it out with great sigh
Flash a light in your
Room all over the wall
Create what is rightfully
Yours big or small
Do something different
Say hi to a stranger
Go anywhere you want
Walk right into danger
With a wave of a wand
Your life does not get
Any better
Get it all out
Let the rain fall
On your face don't
Let a drop
Hit the ground
Bang a large pot
With a heavy brown spoon
Sing songs out loud
All being off tune
Turn up the radio
To full max indeed
Grow a weird plant
Buy weird plant seeds
Splatter red paint
Then orange and yellow
Make angels in dirt
Get messy in snow
Throw fire to water
And water to ice
Make you mouth scream
With extreme hot spice
Swim with the whales
Fly with the eagles
Soar where you want
Don't hit the seagulls
Read a short book
Maybe three or four
Sleep on the carpet
Not flat tile floor
Recycle the world
Just paper and plastic
Or throw it away
Yep you got it, that's it
Play a game with a hobo
Dig into his sack
Run around with a tiger
Ride on his back
Make friends with a witch
On Halloween night
Fly up to Paris
Oh what great sites
Go to bed says your mom
Awake you say next
You want to play
With fun small objects
You can awake everyday
In the land of the Christmas
You wish it was real
You do not want to miss this
Play around with an elf
Ride on his reindeer
Travel all the way south
See what you hear
Change up your senses
Confuse them with ease
All unknown land
Possible to seize
When you get there
Don't attack or invade
Say hello then goodbye
Your dreams might change
Or they may not
Whatever you want
Hope had fun because
Now sadly I am done

Relaxed

Author's Note: 

I was inspired to write this because I was tired and relaxed, I am focusing on voice. 

You have a day

When you just came

Home from a long

Day at work same

Old same old

The day is done

Watch TV

Wouldn't that be fun

Just relax

No more work

No more pressure

Or mean boss smirks

You're welcomed home

With opened arms

And one big couch

No more fire alarms

Soft playing music

A big plush pillow

Warm and soft

White as snow

Open fresh air

No factory stench

A large glass of water

Balanced on your yard side fence

The thrill or your cat

You think to yourself

You read a book

On your fireplace shelf

You find some paper

And you begin to draw

In your glass of water

Ice cubes begin to thaw

You slurp what's left

Not missing a drop

You contemplate reading

But then STOP

You open your eyes

Realizing it was just a dream

Though as amazing it may seem

That was reality

Turkey

Author's Note:
Here is a song that Kati and I wrote.  It goes to the tune Mr. Grinch

You're a brown one Mr. Turkey
You're as stuffed as a pillow
You're tasty as a chicken 
You're healthy as oreos
Mr. Turkey
You make me fatter than a 37 and a half inch pooooooooooooooooole

You're a big one Mr. Turkey
You're as large as the whole globe
You're served with berries and
You're as joyful as white snow 
Mr. Turkey
You taste better than a butter rooooooooooooooooooooole

You're a skinned one Mr. Turkey
You're as fast enough to run
You make it out alive and
You get lucky just this time
Mr. Turkey
You run faster than the speed of liiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiight

You're a seasoned one Mr. Turkey
You're as buttered as popcorn
You're as smooth as it can get
You're unlike most rose thorns
Mr. Turkey
You are way too costly to afoooooooooooooooooooooord

You're a dead mind of something better
You're as stupid an ant
You're large animal and
You don't wear pants
Mr. Turkey
You should really try some though not spandeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeex

What If

Author's Note:
I am trying to make people think after each line

What if you won the lottery
What if you lost your house
What if you got a puppy
What if you lost your cat
What if you got flowers from that special someone
What if you found no one liked you

What if your life was full of color
What if you life was black and white
What if you got a $300 gift card for iTunes
What if your ipod broke
What if you were smart
What if you were dumb
What if you could see anything
What if you were blind
What if you got a ferrari
What if you crashed and died
What if you met Paris Hilton
What if you actually liked her
What if your mom had a new baby
What if your brother died
What if you went to school
What if you were homeless
What if you had friends
What if you lost them
What if you were beautiful
What if you weren't
What if you found your way in life
What if you got lost on that path
What if you went on a trip
What if you got stranded
What if
What if
Stop asking yourself the what if's
And start living any way you want
Are you thinking now?

Rainbow's

Author's Note:
I am got this idea by trying to think of an idea and I am going for the voice part of the writing rubric

ROY G BIV
Red orange yellow
Green blue violet
And Indigo

All the different colors
Representin so many things
Like yellow flower power
In the sixties

Or green for
Global warming
Or gray and blue
For thunder storming

And red for roses
That smell real nice
Lastly orange
For gross things like lice

All the possibilities
All the combonations or
I just remembered
Primary colors

You mix blue and red
And get purple
Or yellow and blue
To get green

I know that didn't rhyme
But colors are for fun
Interesting go on
Now this poem is done

Gum

I love gum
It's taste is so clever
I love how you can
Chew forever and ever

It comes in many flavors
In pretty wrappers too
This is my favorite thing
How about maybe you

My fav flavor is berry
No joke it's so good
Lot's of people hear
About it in the neighborhood

The little packs
Of many tastes
Just keep chewing
There's time to waste

That made no sense
I know
I'm not that dumb
You know

Though this will get better
This is no pretend
It's getting really good
LOL THE END!

Did You Know

That Xavier wears eyeliner
Or that Kati likes cupcakes
And Sara likes grapes
And Brett is no fake

Ninja or anything
I am not
Jarod makes origami
And likes tater tots

If my Life Was a Disney Story

Author's Note:
Kati gave me this idea and I thought that it would be cool.  I am touching on the creativity part of the writing rubric.

If my life was a Disney story then I would be a princess and I would make sure that Kati wouldn't be allowed in the universe.  Just kidding.  Though I would make sure that Xavier would have to give me all of his gum.  All of it.  I would make a holiday and call it "Give Natalie Anything She Wants Day", where I got anything that I want all on one day.  Now you may think that, ooh you're a princess you'd get that anyway, but that would be mean.  And I'm not a mean person.  Sara would be my royal jester. She would get a cool hat and everything.  Time to get back to my royal duties.  Bye for now.

Annoying

Author's Note:
I wrote this because my sister annoys me a lot and I needed inspiration for something. I am focusing on voice on the writing rubric.

Poking, tapping,
Shouting, yelling
People keep talking
'bout stuff their selling

Hitting, kicking,
Annoying little
Voices, pesks
Open toys, skittles

All over the
Floor, was clean
Mud feet, and throw-
Up's green

This is all so nasty
All so gross
I have to clean
Up most

How Moon Craters Are Formed

Moon craters come from aliens that just seem to hate the moon.  Myth.  They come from asteroids, meteoroids, and comets.  Since the moon doesn't have an atmosphere the rocks can't be stopped.  Also the moon doesn't have any erosion either, so the craters never go away.  The kind of crater that makes indents are called impact craters. Then there are two kinds of impact craters; simple and complex craters.  There are millions of craters on the moon.  Craters range in size, too. Finally, low elevation areas, or maria, have less craters.


Firstly, let's get one thing straight, moon craters come from asteroids, meteoroids, and comets.  Nothing else.  Period.  Lot's of people mistake craters for erosion.  Though it's not. The moon doesn't even have erosion, since the air is so dry.  Overall the moon is like age, the craters keep coming, like how many years old we are, and they never go away. Since we can't be younger then what we are.


Impact craters are the kind of craters that we normally think of.  Simple impact crate have bowl shaped depressions, mostly with smooth walls.  This type of crater generally has a diameter less than 9 miles. Their depth is about 20% of their diameter.  Complex impact craters have a single or multiple peaks in the middle of the crater.  These craters have diameters between about 12 and 110 miles, and the central uplift is usually one or a few peaks. Craters with a diameter over 110 miles can have more complex, ring-shaped uplifts within the crater.To summarize the craters on the moon can very in size greatly.


Maria, or low elevation areas, have less craters because since they are lower the craters don't have as great of an impact on them.  Also, there are millions of craters on the moon.  The craters most people know are the face on the moon.  It's really just a lot of craters and shadows.  All in all, the moon is very different in landscape, not as much as earth, but still a little.

YUMMY!

Have you ever sunken your teeth into the most dark, rich, mint tasting, light, soft, and YUMMYLICIOUSNESS thing ever?  Well, here's what I think of when I hear this, the chocolate mint fudge at the Milwaukee Public Museum's Old Streets of Wisconsin exhibit Candy Store.  It's so good, it's even on my Christmas list.  The whole, pure, taste, matches the delectable look; light green and dark  brown swirls 360 degrees around the entire piece.  Wrapped in a translucent wrapper showing off the marvelous, extraordinary appeal.

Have you ever seen a shirt, one that when you try it on it fits just right, it's super soft, and it's ON SALE!  Well that's what I think of every time that I even dream of this fine delicacy.  It makes you think of other kinds of amazing food that people in the olden ages had that we don't.  As you can see by now, this isn't just your ordinary fudge, it's heaven in a wrapper.

Jeremiah Donald Frodl the Poem

He is a boy, I hope
Is very short, for fact
Has brown hair, I know
Has a yellow hoodie
That's that

Chuck Norris

Chuck Norris can make Batman cry.  Ever heard one of these?  Well I have one thing to say about this, Chuck Norris is a ninja.  Yep, I said the "n" word.  He is a ninja, that is a fact.  Not an opinion, a fact.  Now, you may think Chuck Norris is a big poser, which he is, but no one has to know that.  (Don't tell him I said that)  Here's a real fact, the reason Chuck Norris became a martial artist is because when he was younger he was physically bullied by his peers.  So in the end he decided to become what we know him as today.  Isn't it weird how things like that happen.  Imagine if you bullied someone when you were young, that person turned into Chuck Norris, and came to your door with an open for anyone round-house kick.  In the end Chuck, or as I like to say, Charles Norris, is the 17th greatest man who ever lived.

Carnivals

Have fun, eat some popcorn
Get scared by carnies, run around
It's time to go home, get in bed
Rest sleep and sound

Five days later, you go back
Ride a ride, do cartwheels
Play some games, and win too
Get a prize, like baby stuffed seals

Find a friend, meet new ones
Buy a soda, and buy them one too
This sounds fun, I like this
How about you?

All the lights, the flashes and fun
See coasters and a Ferris wheel
It all seems loud, and crazy
You think it is a dream it's so surreal

Find your family, take your dad
Go on a ride, make him sick
Go on another one, buckle up
Click click

 It's just so big, so large
And you're so small
So many things to do
All the rides are so tall

The moon comes out
The only light is the shine of it
The beautiful glow, the shine
It beams so bright and then that's it

Africa

For every 1,000 people in South Africa alone, 17 of them die each day!  As startling as it may seem, this is only South Africa.  Imagine multiplying that by 64 to get all of Africa!  People who are more fortunate in, not only America, think that oh, wow, dying starving people.  Well I've never met them, so I'm not going to help.  Even the littlest donations can help.  What if it were you living in basically a tent/box with only little water and almost no food.  Would you want someone to help?  Lot's of people do help, though.  Every year me and some friends go to this organization to package food that goes to different countries in Africa.  Even little things like that will help them.  Here's one last thing you need to know that some people always overlook.  Not all of Africa is in need, some of it is a prosperous, determined community that people don't even think about.   As you can see, Africa is very different depending on where you look.

Going further into the sad part of this, is that even though you might be fortunate enough to have never lost a loved one, if you want to most places in Africa, I can promise that 90% of them would say that they have lost someone in their life.  So now go up to someone, a friend, family member, anyone and tell them that you love them.  You'll be glad you did.

As I said, some people overlook the fact that people are dying.  From AIDS, cancers, and many other diseases. Some people think, they don't know them, so they don't have to donate.  Well I have news for them, that doesn't matter.  You'll know in your heart that you did something right.   Wouldn't that feel so good?  Now you know, go on and tell others, spread the word, save the world!

Life

People don't always say yes, things aren't always fair, and we get to hear answers like life isn't fair, get used to it.  Well what if you never had to hear those words again.  It only takes 7 easy steps to have a somewhat perfect life. 

1. Change your name to Yes.
2. Make everyone call you yesman/woman
3. Make a lot of money
4. Buy out a carnival
5. Hire workers
6. Start a Yesman Fair
7. There you have it, now quit school and be a fair yesman!

Does It Make Sense

Has anyone ever asked you a question that you couldn't answer or do?  Well try this out for size, find 4 or 5 other people and line up alphabetically according to your height. 

Is it hard?  That's what I thought you said. Here's another one.  What does P-O-L-E spell?  What does I-C-E spell?  Now, what do you get when you put them both together?  No, it's not pronounced poh-lice.  It's police, like pah-lee-ss.

Now another one.  How does electricity start?  And why do some people say things use electricity and some say that something is just electric.

How do you say potato?  How do you say tomato?  How do you say Amen?

Confused?  You should be.

My Interview with Kati Kleinhans

Natalie- What's your favorite word?

Kati- Flack

Natalie- Why?

Kati- No, that's a stupid word, it's Mitch-al

Natalie- Why is it Mitch-al

Kati- Because it makes him really mad and it's fun to make names for people

Natalie- If you had to be eaten by any person in the world who would it be?

Kati- Harry Potter

Natalie- Why?

Kati- Because Harry Potter can like turn me into a chicken or something so i wouldn't  be a person\

Natalie- How many calculators do you have in your pocket right now?

Kati- 12

Natalie- how many mental problems do you have?

Kati- Anger and denial ones

Natalie- Why are you looking so angry

Kati- I DO NOT HAVE ANGER PROBLEMS!!!!!!

Natalie- Right

Kati- Left?

Natalie- Good bye..

Inspire

Inspiration comes from your heart.  Not your mind, not your stomach, your heart.  That's a fact, because I said so. It creates how everyone lives.  Everyone has a different inspiration.  You might think that near to nothing you do you have to be inspired, but if you weren't inspired from your mom or dad to do your homework, would you? If you weren't inspired to go to school, would you?  You get inspired to make every decision in your life. You may not know it, but you do.  Once you finish reading this, you will be inspired to think about it for a very long time.  In thirty years, somewhere in your dreams or in your head, this will just pop up with something.

Now I know your thinking that I'm messed up for saying this, but I'm not.  I can just about bet that if you don't remember, I'll pay you a million dollars.  Though I can't lose. If you remember I owe you the money, I already win.  As you can see inspiration is just a way of heart, not mind, not stomach, heart.

Xavier

He is a human
Not a cat or bear
Here is one last fact
He has yellow hair

Mitch-al Grinwald

Mitch-al is very tall
and is not an English sir
He has lots of friends
Like yellow haired Xavier
He has dark brown hair
And wears a Nike shirt
He is very stinky
From falling into dirt
In Academy he is
Funny he is maybe
Oh and he's a boy
Not a grown up lady
If you don't get this yet
You don't catch on fast
Though don't worry it's over
And thus it will not last

Kaitlyn Kleinhans--I hope I spelt that right

She is blonde
And is athletic
She is most things
But pathetic
I take that back
Oh she's not short
Though when she laughs
She giggles and snorts
Doesn't like tutus
Or leggings either
When you say them both
She likes neither

Response to Getting Away with Murder the True Story of the Emmet Till Case

I thought that this book was the most interesting, yet disturbing, yet well written book I've ever read!  If you think that you've ever read a book more of one of these then you'd be wrong.  The book was about a 14 year old boy who grew up in Chicago.  He moved to Mississippi later in his life.  While in Chicago he was used to being dared to go talk to "white" people.  Though when he got dared to do the same thing in Mississippi, he ended up murdered. 

The reason that the book is called getting away with it is because, well, you'll have to read the book.  I don't want to give away the ending.  Also, I would only recommend this book to people who have strong stomachs.  Some of the information and pictures are really disturbing.  You may think that I am kidding, but I'm not.  It really does make you think about your life and who you would miss if they left you. 

Overall this book was, as I said, interesting, too!   It gives information on the Civil Rights Movements and other facts of that time period. (1950's)  I highly enjoyed reading this, somewhat, and I hope if you read it, you will too.

Response to 101 Ways to Bug Your Parents

First I want to say that this is not just a list of 101 ways to bug your parents, but a book.  This book was a realistic fiction book about a few kids.  The thing you need to know, is that they all have nicknames made up by Ace, but I'll get to him later.  Sneeze is the main character.  He got his nickname the time he sneezed 137 times without stopping once!  He is also an inventor.  Hiccup is the other, he got his name because whenever he's happy, sad, excited, angry, worried, or any other emotion, he hiccups.  The next is Goldie Laux.  She got her name because she's a snoop, and Goldie lox snooped on the bears.  The next is Pierre.  He always talks with a fake French accent and dreams of becoming a world renounce chef.  Finally Ace.  He's the cool one.  He gives all the nicknames.

The story is about how Sneeze has all these ambitions of going to the Invention Convention with Hiccup, which his parents say is OK.  Then, they cancel the plans and Sneeze has to go to Summer school.  All of his friends bug him about it until they end up there too.  Since, it was last minute they all had to take a writing class.  Thus, the list was born. 

Sneeze started to put together a list of ways to bug his parents since they canceled their plans.  Once he decided that this would be his writing project, people started to say that they would pay big money for this.  Though he thought that they meant the list not expecting it to have to look good. 

This book goes threw all the challenges in life based off a boy who has 12 hour a day working parents, allergies to almost everything, who just broke his best friends nose, dreams of being an inventor, is trying to stay away from a girl, trying to figure our someones last name, and all while trying to make money.

I highly recommend this book to anyone who enjoys a good comedy.  It was an easy type of book though, ( I read it in a day), but very interesting.  I hope you can enjoy it too!

Response to Curse Dark as Gold

I really enjoyed reading A Curse Dark as Gold.  It was a fictional "fairytale" that took many twists and turns.  The characters had completely different personalities and were very interesting.  The book was about a girl whose father just died and her mother died a while ago.  It goes threw all the struggles that they had to face including making a deal with Jack Spinner to get golden thread.The thing I liked the most was that you don't want to put it down after only a few pages like most books.  It relates to times now because of the recession going on.  Other people should read it because it can relate to so many types of people.  Even if you don't normally like fiction, I think that you may like this book.  Finally, the book was intriguing and well written.

Upcakescay

Read this word four times to realize what is really says.  No, it doesn't say Up cakes cay.  It says, wait for it, cupcakes.  I'm not crazy though.  Have you ever heard the words pig Latin?  Well it's a "language" where you cut off the first letter of the word and put it on the end of it then you put an a and a y.  So take cupcake.  Cut off the first letter to get upcake.  Add the c at the end to get upcakec.  And finally add the ay to the end and make upcakescay. Thanks for reading and have a ovelylay day.  Get it ovelyay- lovely?

Song Story

When I grow up  I am going to be a turtle.  A little boy said.  Why are you so obsessed with being a turtle?  His sister wonders.  Fine a be a pilot and fly a G6.  OMG! No way, that dream is mine! OK, I'll be a pro football player.  Why?  'Cause all I do is win, duh.  But paparazzi will fallow you everywhere!  Who needs them?  I'll just whip my hair in my face.  Since I am only 15, I'd think that, that would be a teenage dream.  You're only going to live to be 17 though.  Why?  Because the world's going to end in 2012.  Just work on living longer, life's all about the journey, the life, the climb.  I am going to tell you one time, the world is not going to end in 2012.




THE END!- Inspired by Supermac18's song movie

The Story of things That have Happened in School that are really funny...........

Firstly I want to warn you that the content of this post might make the more dull people start to laugh hysterically.


So many things have happened this year.  Like, have you ever had a friend that comes up behind and instead of saying hi, pull your hair and run? Have you ever had a friend that walks by a table, trips on it, then said she passed out. Have you ever had a friend that is a guy and carries a invisible satchel?  Have you ever had a friend that one minute they're crying and the next minute they're laughing over something that happened yesterday?  Have you ever had a friend that for Halloween goes as a giant banana? Have you ever had a friend that writes about blue yodas?  Have you ever had a friend that puts together a lot a weird letters and makes you figure out what they say?  Have you ever had a friend that asks what color is a yellow penguin? Have you ever had a friend that can do the Russian Sailor? Have you ever had a friend that makes you play Ouija in your bathroom?  Have you ever had a friend that stood on top of a bed to kiss a projector screen? Have you ever had a friend that sits in his seat hitting his face constantly?  Have you ever had a friend that asks you the same question you just asked them?  Have you ever had a friend with a Cookie Monster hat? Have you ever tried to steal it? Have you ever had a friend that schedules in a reading break that doesn't even know how to read? Have you ever had a friend that sings a song that gets on everybody's nerves?  Have you ever had a friend that "lost her purse"?  Have you ever had a friend that does math online and brags about it?   Have you ever had a friend that shoves a cup cake into someone else's soda?  have you ever had a friend that is a ninja?  Have you ever had a friend that starts confessing to a sub teacher when your other friend is repeating "it's my mom, it's just my mom!"  Have you ever had a friend that wore a shirt to school asking if you have a crush on her?   Have you ever had a friend that does a front flip over you and someone else.  have you ever had a friend that has a Swedish pencil?  Have you ever had a friend that doesn't get food at a movie theater? Have you ever had a friend that listens to educational material on CD? Have you ever had a friend that knows how much someone's gravitational pull is to the equator? Have you ever had a friend that takes your shoes while you're on the monkey bars? Have you ever had a friend that licks a cupcake exceptionally slow?  Have you ever had a friend that can shove an entire doughnut in their mouth at once? Have you ever had a friend that does a project on dinosaurs?  Have you ever had a friend that's obsessed with a song for one week and then decide they don't like the next? Have you ever had a friend that stalks you? Have you ever had a friend that's a certified stalker?   Have you ever had a friend?  Hope so!

Deep

The ocean.  My ocean.  A giant mass of greatness, mine.  I think these words as I step onto the patio in our new house.  It's right on the Pacific, with no neighbors for over a mile.  Peace, serenity, quiet.  It's perfect.  The house is not large, it's only one story and two bedrooms.  Though the location is everything.  I walk into my room.  It's the color of the ocean, dark, deep blue.  I fall back on to my bed.  My eyes close.  I relax for what seems like days, but it wasn't, it was about fifteen minutes.  My mother calls me down for dinner, she baked up fresh fish from the ocean, our ocean.  None of us can talk. We're no mad, but we just want to eat the delicious meal, close our eyes, and picture the rest of our lives.  Together, as a family.

Mitchell and Xavier

Both are weird
Both are odd
Both like fish
And things like cod
Both are very sporty and 
Both play football
Both smell strange
Both walk up stairs and then fall
This was short but it was fun
This is short and now it's done

Clear

Clear is world
As our water
As our faith
And our daughters
Clear is here
As our neighbor
As hard workers
As hard labor
Clear is peace
As war is not
As family gone
As love is lost
Clear is love
As to respect
As to determine
As to accept
Clear is direction
As to read
As to learn
As to see
Clear is hope
As to go or come back
As to see the other side
As to love white or black
Clear is religion
As to believe
As to know
As to receive
Clear is knowledge
As to write
As to see
As to fight
Clear is world
As our water
As our faith
And as our daughters

A WORD TO THE WISE

ninjas hit you and leave, but you're stuck with family forever

The Dancing Streets ll

(Go to older posts to read the first Dancing Streets)

Do you get it now? Experiences can last forever. I saw those kids, those hundreds of kids, dancing. Doing moves that I've never even seen before. When I left that driveway, I knew I could never forget it. When I got home, I told my wife and kids about the streets and they didn't believe me. So guess what I did. We took a vacation to the Dancing Streets. They did a few double takes and I heard a few gasps, but now they believe. What, you may think. Well, they now believe anythings possible. These streets are like God. They're amazing though we never see them, we just have to have faith that people still love. With no wars or fights, or hating or racism. Just love. The kids dancing on the streets that night were family to each other. They weren't blood family, they were just one crowd of people together loving each other. And last time I checked, that meant family.

Friends

They encourage and discourage
You can maybe see it

They help you find your way
While they help you lose it
They help you on in life
And to get good grades
For life skills
And B's and A's
Now you get my point
It's a good one too
Everyone has friends
Just like me and you

(Inspired by Barnie, before it got sued.)

9/11

Why, why did this happen to us? Everyone within miles of crashes wondered. So many loved ones, gone, dead. They try to make themselves feel better by saying that they'll be better off in heaven and that they're in a better place. Though they can't quite shake the feeling of why the U.S. What did we do? Terrorists. That one word kept coming back. Lord, why do you hate us. The dreadful words to leave several individual's mouths. In their minds they knew that he didn't do this on purpose, but they craved for someone to blame.
As the authorities began to arrive, people crowded around to ask questions, stupid questions. For instance, why did this happen? Think, doesn't that make it sound like it is the police's fault? No it wasn't. It was no one's fault. Not even the terrorists. If it was meant to be, nothing could change it.

No one will ever fully recover from this happening. Personally, I think that the saddest part to me, is that, my fifth grade teacher, Mrs. Keefe, has her anniversary on this day. Now you think, why would she get married on 9/11, but she got married long before it even happened. Wouldn't you think it's sad too?
There isn't anything to do. Things we learned, maybe. Though we still won't, now or ever, be able to change history.

Link to Long Story- 11 Clues; 2 Deaths; and a Popstar

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Monsters (BTW.. I didn't know that Abbi already did this sorry)

Mommy, there's a monster in my closet, are the first words to leave a young girl's mouth as she climbs into bed that night. She thinks she sees dark blue hair, big, round eyes, and the sharpest teeth in the world. She gets frightened, scared, and worried it will come and eat her. The girl think didn't her mother heard her so she shouted louder. Her mom came running in. The girl replied and said again that there was a big, hairy monster in her closet. Then, the girl tells her mom that she thinks that it will come and eat her if it doesn't leave. The mom laughs at the girl, and the girl wonders why. For that she is only 6. Her mom exits the room slowly, as if to mock her daughter. After that, the little girl begins to cry. Not because of the monster, but that her mom laughed at her. She stopped. There was no sound. The girl thought the monster left. It didn't. She screamed a blood curdling scream that people a 1,000 miles away could hear. Again, the mom comes running in, with the girls dad, too. The girls again states that there is, for sure, a monster in her closet. Then, again, the mom laughs. Little girls don't get the fact that sometimes parents are just amused, not being mean. The "monster" starts to move, and the girl screams once more. The mom turns on the light and looks in the closet to find, to her amazement, that it was just the girls life-sized Brobee. So the little girl laughs, and understands now why her mom was, too. Then the girl was happy. Why? You may ask. Because she was afraid that Brobee wasn't cool, but now she knows that if it could scare her, then it was soooooooo chupapalicious.

No, Yes, Maybe

No

That's the answer
So many times we hear it
Why, why not?
Why can't I have it
That's what I said
So no
That's it
Go home
We don't like you
So it's no
You heard me
Go home
You're too short
You're too fat
You can't even reach it
So that's the end of that


Yes

That's the answer
So many times we hear it
Yes, yes thanks
Thanks for letting me have it
That's what you said
So yes
That’s it
You're the best
I do like you
So it's yes
You heard me
You're the best
You're just right
You're too perfect
Thanks for getting that
Let's go to the circus

Maybe

That's the answer
So many times we hear it
Oh, oh please
How 'bout when you reach it
That's what I think
So maybe
That's it
Ok lady
Hey I know you
So it's maybe
You heard me
Ok lady
You're ok
You're not bad
Maybe in a little while
That can't make you sad

If I Took a Trip to Africa

If I took a trip to Africa
I'd see many things
I'd get burned and red
And observe large birds with wings
I'd take a safari to see animals
Like Zebu and Namaqua
Exotic as they seem
I may even see a Quagga
I won't take a plane or a boat
I would merely float
Through the ocean and away
And end up on an African Bay
I'd work really hard to get there
But may end up with wet hair
I would take Kati and Sara
And maybe Abbi, too
I may get chase by lions
Though I'd make it through
Kati would protect me
And Sara'd let me die
While Abbi starts to
Whats the word, oh right cry
Abbi will get scraped
Kati will have some real strange food
While Sara shouts at a monkey
Hey wait up dude!
We might think she's weird
But hey nothing's changed
I would plan it all out
Though might rearrange
To make it different
To make in fun
It won't be cold
But we'd be bathing in the sun
I would start to scream real loud
Though Sara still shouts huh?
This is what would happen
If I took a trip to Africa

Soon

Soon
Soon things will happen
Soon your dreams will come true
Soon world peace will come
Soon the war will be over
Soon you'll find true love
Soon you'll be happy
Soon..
Soon things will happen
Soon your dreams will be destroyed
Soon any chance of peace will be gone
Soon the war will get worse
Soon you'll be hated
Soon you'll be sad
Soon..
Soon things will happen
Soon the songs will make sense
Soon you'll save a life
Soon your family will love again
Soon things will go your way
Soon you'll be happy
Soon..
Soon things will happen
Soon you'll be lost
Soon you will kill
Soon your family will hate
Soon things won't come around
Soon you'll be sad
Soon..
Soon things will happen
Soon you'll be young again
Soon you can live
Soon you'll get excited
Soon you'll be enhanced
Soon you'll be happy
Soon..
Soon things will happen
Soon you'll get old
Soon you will die
Soon you'll be bored
Soon you'll wear away
Soon you'll be sad
Soon..
Soon things will happen
Soon you'll be rich
Soon you'll have knowledge
Soon you will breathe fresher air
Soon you'll relax
Soon you'll be happy
Soon..
Soon things will happen
Soon you'll be poor
Soon you won't know anything
Soon you'll breathe city air
Soon you'll get tense
Soon you'll be sad
Soon..

The Dream

You couldn't be sadder. Your son's in the Army. Your daughter has cancer and your husband just got murdered. Just as you think the world wasn't going to change, it did. There's someone at the door, you open not expecting anyone. It's your son. You begin to ball all over your porch you're so happy. He comes inside and the two of you start to talk when the phone rings. It feels like you've been talking for hours, but it's only been a half an hour. As you pick up the phone, it's an unknown number, you consider just letting it ring, but you have time. When you pick up, this woman on the other end says two short words. You start to cry again and your son gets worried. You shut the phone down and go to the door. As you open it you cry again, it's your daughter. Her cancer's gone! In your head you're so happy, you can't talk. At all. The only things that come out of your mouth are coughs and stutters.

Once you finally put together your words, something else happens. For a second time the phone rings. You answer it, it's the county police. They begin to talk all technical, and then they stop and ask if you're following. Into the phone you say no. He says it in plain English. "We caught your husband's killer." You cry again, thinking that this day is perfect. Something startles you. There's someone talking to you. No, you just fell on the floor, you think as you wake up from your dream. The next thing you do is stop and ___. What do you think she did? Comment with your guess.
CLUE: its 3 letters!

Funny Sayings

Doctors say the more birthdays you have the longer you live
When picking between two evils, pick the one you've never done before
California's a fine place to live, if you happen to be an orange
Curiosity killed the cat, but for a while I was a suspect
Electricity is organized lightning
Everywhere is within walking distance, if you have the time
I'm not afraid of death, I just don't want to be there when it happens
I am the literary equivalent of a BigMac and fries
I bought some new batteries, but they weren't included
I do not have 3000 pairs of shoes, I have 1600
I intend to live forever, so far so good
When I was four I was the kid next door's imaginary friend
I would never die for my beliefs, what if I'm wrong
If truth is beauty, how come nobody dies their hair in a library
If 2 wrongs don't make a right, try three
Life is hard, after all, it kills you
My sister had a profound influence on me, she's crazy too
Start everyday with a smile and get it over with
Tragedy's when I get a paper cut comedy's when someone falls in a sewer and dies

The Dancing Streets

It's 1997. You don't know where you are. You hear music, loud music. I'm lost, you think. You're in downtown Atlanta, an unfamiliar area at twelve thirty in the morning. It's pitch black.In your head you think that if you find the music, you can ask somebody how to get out of here.Suddenly, the music gets louder.So loud, even in your car, you have to plug your ears.You see people. Lots of them. They're all in the streets, dancing. It's the coolest thing you've ever seen.So many people coming together, dancing. Your mind goes wild, you think it's a competition, which it is not, but you wouldn't get it. All the people are just dancing in the streets. Not because they have to for practice or anything, they're naturally gifted.They're doing it because they're expressing themselves. This is just a normal day in the neighborhood for these kids. There must be a hundred of them, just dancing. None of them doing the same thing.You think it's a party, it's not. The people are just chilling with they're friends. One of them comes up to your car, you think about driving away, but you don't your just to hypnotized. The boy asks you what you want. You tell him you need directions, the boy was nice, he said they're not bad kids, just bored ones doing what they do everyday after school. He tells you the way out. But you hang around for a while watching them. Once you finally drive away you won't forget, it's thirteen years later, and you still remember perfectly.

-Inspiration for this story- "Step-Up 2, The Streets"

Sara's Peom

Sara the poem

Creative Artsy Cool
Is in cross country
She is also in TAG
And is not so funny
Her last name is Fox
And middle is Marie
She says please and thank you
Though in French it is Merci
She takes Spanish and Academy
Multi media too
Those are most her classes
When she is in school
No I'm not a stalker
I merely observe
I just wrote this poem
Now it is your turn
Not really back to her
She is truly great
All around a 10
I say with heart
Didn't she break her only pen
She understands lots of things
Like math and writing see?
She can go to college
To be what she wants to be
An architect that is
To build things and design
What's hers is hers
And hers is mine
We share lots of things
Like girl secrets and all
I am very short
And she is very tall
We have lots of things in common
People might just say
She is a real person and
Doesn't oink moo or neigh
Clever as she may seem
As she is in TAG
In Fifth grade she stabbed herself
With a pointy edged flag
Ouch she could've said
I truly don't remember
And if you ask about her birthday
It is in November
Though don't be dumb to ask her
She'll say it's the 31st
So if you'd believe her
You'd look like a guy holding a purse
Or satchel as Xavier says
As at lunch he holds Brittany's
Let's get back on topic now
So, Sara's not so tiny
Overall you can she
That she's basically a girl
She likes Justin Bieber
And could own his
CD my world
She is "borrowing" Claudia's book
All about that "boy"
If you listen to his music
You would be annoyed
Just to end
Here's one last thing
Like most people she like money
And likes when it cha-chings.

Word- Happen

Things happen in life you may not want. You do things you regret. Everyday goes by and something happens. You fail. You lose. You feel destroyed. You can't take. No one gets it. In your mind you think you shouldn't have to explain it, but you want to talk. To someone, anyone that will listen. You hear in your heart to tell a friend or your parents, but no they don't get it. They just wouldn't understand. Everyone laughs and laughs. At you. Tell a principal you get bullied. The girls say they won't go out with you. Guys yell at you for even asking to play football. I am alone. You always think. Your mind goes wild. Like a rainforest. Tears rush down your face. You cry in a small corner of your room. Plain as jail because your parents even hate you. What's wrong with me? I'm so nice. I'm never mean. Help me lord. I don't want to be praised. Just loved by my peers, by my parents, by anyone. I've been living in a jail cell. For seventeen years, I've gone through this. It's been long enough. Every night I pray for an answer. The next I found out. I can't believe it. That's it? Why do they hate me for that? So I'm black. I didn't think it mattered. My parents adopted me because I thought they liked me. I guess not. They needed someone to bask in their glory. Pathetic. All these years I'd thought that I did something wrong or that I had been mean to someone, but no, I was black. That was it. Now I don't need someone to talk to. I can be my own person. I don't have to try and change for others to like me, because it won't change their minds, just make me feel worse. Now I can at least know that and be able to live my own life. With no one else's permission. Just what I think. Who needs parents. Or friends. I can make new ones. Just one more year and I can go to college and make new friends. Black friends. Who will love me, who will treat me with respect and who will realize that I am worth more than a slab of dirt. I can see it now that people won't change. And that I will find that one person to talk to. That one person that will understand me! I don't need to change. Here I come world, with open eyes and open ears. Sure, don't let me play football. See if I care. Here I come!

Leaves Changing Colors

Leaves changing colors

My sister and I just finished raking the leaves. Now we have a huge pile of red and brown colored objects in our backyard. They're crinkly and rough, though wet with the morning's fresh layer of dew. We rake in the last of the leaves, then we look at our masterpiece. I can't believe we took two hours doing this. Though within seconds, it's ruined. I jumped in first then my sister. We begin to laugh just as out dad walked out with his "dad sized" rake. He asked us if we'd finished raking without even looking at us. He turns around and lets out a giggle. "Cute" Were the only words to leave his mouth. That's it. We thought he would at least thank us for raking, but no, we were just "cute". The two of us frown, my dad gets the hint. He begins to speak, but then, he jumps in, too. Again we laugh, but there's no one to hear, there is nothing living around. We're alone. On a cool, October day, just the three of us. It's perfect.

Seminar Story

Alex Baker no longer goes to our school. She goes to Beaver Dam, gross. I hate cities with swears in them. I mean who would think of naming a city after a swear or a hairy fat animal's home. I mean people have problems. Come on; a beaver why not like a pony or a cumquat? That's more interesting then a beaver. So I, Natalie W, now rename Beaver Dam to Cumquat Pony land. Clever right? Sure why not? Though the only problem with my plan is that if you don't know where something is, you can't rename it. That's like telling a teacher you did your homework, left it at home, and tell her that you renamed it in your mind. It sounds weird right? That's my point. Where is this story going you ask. Well here's the answer- nowhere. It's staying where it is. The End!

Wednesday Wars

  The book Wednesday Wars was horrible.  I could honestly say that it was the worst book I ever read.  The first 75 pages or so were OK, but after that it all went downhill.  It was boring and a waste of time.  It was just about things that happened on Wednesday's for a boy who had to go to a different church than everyone else.   The author didn't really put adjectives before nouns and had multiple run-on sentences.  Another error was that the dialogue was confusing.  You should not read this book.  Overall, I think that it was bad and that you'd be better off reading your Pirate Planner.