Week 5: This Week’s Winning Stories
It’s the school talent show soon, and I have practiced for it for weeks. A while ago, the talent show manager asked us what we would like to do in the show, and I knew immediately. I wanted to do some magic tricks for the talent show. So I searched the web and now I have chosen a few. I want my act to be the ultimate, unlike the magic shows in movies. If I can do all my acts accurately and efficiently, then my performance should be good.
The night of the talent show is here, and I have butterflies in my stomach. I can visualize how I want everything to go. I walk on stage and I stand there, frozen for a moment. Now for my first trick….
I choose one of the classics, which is, of course, the pull the bunny out of the hat trick. I want my act to be specialized in comedy. When I go to get the bunny out of the hat, it doesn’t come out. As I take a look inside the hat, the bunny hops onto my face, which makes the crowd laugh.
After a few more tricks, it’s time for my grand finale. Then I say to the crowd, “Now for a trick you’ve never seen.” Before I even tell them the trick, some teenage idiot says, “I’ve seen this before.” For a second my confidence is shaken. I’ve memorized my whole act, but now I have forgotten a little bit.
I’m getting very desperate as I try to remember my act. Then a different teenager (probably the first one’s friend) says, “You suck.” That’s when I realize I can use their comments to make some more comedy in my act.
Before I can reply, one more teenager decides to join in the party and yells, “Scrub!” Now, it’s straight up annoying, so I make a comeback and say, “Well only scrubs interrupt a talent show act!” I bow and walk off the stage with the crowd in the background saying, “Ooooooooooo.”
The best magic trick of all magic tricks I performed is perhaps transforming the appearance of the faces of those teenagers after my spectacular comeback. That was the real magic trick of the night.
My Worst Nightmare
I walk in the door, glad to be home from school. I plop down on the couch. A crumpling noise fills my ears. I stand up, looking at the delicate piece of paper that I just sat on. I pick up the paper, and it says this:
I had a last minute meeting, be home in three hours. Please watch your brother.
“Ugh,” I say to myself; watching my brother for three hours will be the ultimate challenge.
Before I try to find my brother, let me describe to you what a pain he is. To start, when he does something wrong, he never apologizes. Whenever he doesn’t want to do chores ( all the time ), he say’s that he has forgotten to do them and I get to “help” him by doing his chores. He spits in my face when he’s mad at me, and he’s always desperate to get into my room to trash it, or worse. Even though you may not believe it, that’s a definition of my seven-year-old brother, James.
I decide to start my hunt for James. I try to think of some of his favorite places: my room, the dog bed, bathtub (to swim), and maybe somewhere in the mud outside. I walk to my backyard to check for James; nothing. Next place, the bathtub; don’t worry, he wears a swimsuit. I sprint upstairs to the bathroom, but still nothing. He’s not in my room either. Oh, right, the dog bed. I slowly walk across the hall. There he is, asleep. I realize that my brother is so much like a dog. He is very slobbery at times (eww), he annoys me until I play with him, he has lots of hair, and he is affectionate.
I remember when I thought I was going to have the worst three hours of my life; however, I was somewhat mistaken. I’m also very happy and fortunate that I didn’t have to deal with boy problems today, hopefully. I happily forbid James to wake up for the next hour or so.
I plop right back down on the same couch that I was sitting on an hour ago, and I’m awakened by the sound of a seven-year-old scream. “Oh, no,” I murmur under my breath.
I’m alone, in a corner, forgotten. I’m frightened that I will never be found. Even though you see me as sturdy, inside me is very delicate. I am a chair, and this is the story of my life.
I started as a seed of an oak tree. It took me years to grow. By the time I was full-grown, I had memorized where every leaf was. When I saw the chainsaw coming toward my trunk, I knew all of the other trees were fortunate not to have this fate.
I was taken into an old wooden shack that had many tools, including hammers, saws, sandpaper, and more. Suddenly, I realized that I was being sawed into smaller pieces, my branches being cut off. When part of me was being flattened, I became frozen in shock that this was even happening. My days as a tree were over.
However, then I realized that the human’s measurements were accurate, and I had turned into a perfect chair.
Humans loved me for years, and they became passionate about sitting on me, but soon, I was forgotten.
Now, I am alone, in a corner, desperate to be found.
“I will control everything and everyone, and no animal ever will get in my way,” barked Arrow with triumph. His necklace glowed at full force. Now Moon was getting scared.
“No–you can’t really control everyone; you can only control for five minutes,” Moon barked, stepping about a foot away from Arrow. She tried to looked at Coal for help, but Coal was gone.
Moon’s words of truth made Arrow feel hatred toward her. He let out a giant snarl as he stared at Moon in the eyes. Moon looked away as she realized Arrow was trying to control her. Moon knew it was dangerous to look away, though; Arrow could attack her at any minute.
Without warning, Arrow lunged at Moon, his fangs, wet with saliva, sank deep into Moon’s flesh. She gave out a yelp and used her wings to support her balance. Arrow’s claws raked down Moon’s side, and she tried to pull away. The leaves on the trees started the rustle and a strong force of wind blew Arrow off his paws. Arrow slammed into the ground, and he looked around. He started to look delicate and weak. His eyes were full of fear, and his necklace stopped glowing. Suddenly, he looked desperate to get away. Arrow bolted. Moon started after him but then stopped, noticing Whisper should be here as well, but Whisper was gone. Moon was alone.
Arrow was panicked. Why did I just attack my sister? Why do I feel like my necklace had chosen that I attack Moon? Then a thought struck Arrow. Did Moon use her power to control the wind as self-defense against me? Arrow was now baffled and shaken. Arrow flattened himself against the ground, a panic attack rising. Arrow let out a howl of depression.
Moon was frightened by what Arrow had done and was hurriedly trying to run back to camp to tell her father. Did I use my wind power? Moon wondered. She spread her wings across the ground; they were big. Slowly, she brought her large wings up and down. She could feel the soft rustle of wind gliding between her wings’ feathers. Moon suddenly realized she had gotten off track. My wings are just so beautiful, though.
The winged dog sighed and trotted to Storm’s unorganized den. When she entered, she saw that the den had moss thrown around and hanging off the side of the den. The shadows of the den loomed over Storm’s sleeping body. Dawn was sitting in the corner, batting around a fluff of moss. She tilted her head up and immediately perked up once she saw Moon, which caused Storm to wake up. Dawn yelped in affection, and Moon just smiled. She glanced around the den. Moon suddenly remembered her conversation with Coal: “How fortunate you that you would just happen to show up, just now.” Moon shivered at the thought of her trying-to-be-genius act.
Dawn was delighted to see Moon, though, and couldn’t help but then notice Moon’s open wound.
“What happened?” Storm asked, confused and worried.
Moon explained but left out the part about Coal. She didn’t want her parents to get really terrified for Moon’s safety. Moon also left out the part about her controlling the wind powers. Storm and Dawn listened while Arrow was just outside the den.
Arrow had arrived back from the forest. His necklace had a slight glow to it, but he didn’t notice. He entered the den.
“Arrow!” Storm ran up to Arrow and nuzzled him.
“Moon, I want to talk to you,” Arrow growled under his breath.
Moon followed Arrow out of the den. They reached the middle of the forest. Moon was wary of Arrow. It wasn’t like she didn’t like her brother, but the last time they were in the forest, he attacked her.
“I’ve been meaning to show you something.” Arrow continued to walk, and Moon thought of maybe apologizing to Arrow for using her power on him.
Arrow approached what looked to Moon like ordinary bushes. Arrow pushed past the bushes to reveal a different pack of dogs.
Arrow walked straight into their camp; they didn’t even notice his arrival. He told Moon to stay where she was, and Arrow bounded behind a rock. A few minutes later, he walked back out with a strong and fierce looking dog trailing behind him. The dog was a brown Labrador, and the Labrador had a beat up looking radio collar around his neck and patches of his fur were missing.
“Arrow, who are these dogs? Also, who is this dog?” Moon was confused and becoming scared.
“I see you are worried; don’t, and as for my name, my name is Shadow,” answered the dog.
The Ultimate House
Once, there were four kids named Bailey, Jane, Nate, and Cooper. They were best friends. Bailey, who had puffy black hair and deep blue eyes, was never scared. Jane was very sarcastic, yet civilized, and she had long hair always in a side braid and brown eyes. Cooper had deep green eyes, was very smart, wore glasses and when he was frightened, he would shriek in fear. Blonde-haired Nate was he so funny and had a strong personality.
One night, Jane’s mom took the four friends to a Halloween party in the middle of nowhere. They were frightened yet felt fortunate to be invited to a party. When they arrived to the party, it looked like the place came straight out of a horror movie. None of the four friends wanted to go in, except, of course, Bailey. Bailey ran in, and Jane’s mom was gone.
Suddenly, out of nowhere, BOOM, a giant storm started. Shaken the four sprint into the house. Surprised it was unlocked, they walk in. Even though entering a strange house was forbidden, they still entered.
“THIS was NOT definitely not a PARTY,” said Nate. “BAILEY!”
“What, Nate?” she responded
“We need to get out of here,” exclaimed Nate.
“Why? Are you scared?” she taunted.
Nate froze and then yelled, “NO!’’
Jane whispered to Bailey, ‘’Don’t worry, Bailey, Nate is delicate. Just move on, and he will too.’’
As they continued moving through this horror movie house, Cooper’s foot sunk into the floor and blazing hot water shot from the floor.
The friends gave each other that look of fear and scattered like a pack of wild zebras, screaming and zig-zagging and weaving through the room. Except Bailey. She slowly walked through like it was nothing. When the other three reached the area where she was, Bailey was laying in the flipping middle of the floor! Like she was floating in a pool! Come on, girl, this wasn’t scary to you?
At the end of the corridor, the friends split up into two groups: Bailey and Cooper; Nate and Jane. They were desperate to find a way out of the house.
With Bailey and Cooper as a team, they started opening doors. Behind the first door, there was an alligator pit. Bailey yelled, “Can I pet one?” and Cooper had to pull her away from the second door, all the while, Bailey was still complaining because she wanted to pet all the deadly animals.
Behind THE FIFTIETH door, there was a small bunny. When she saw it, Bailey screamed and jumped into Cooper’s arms, and Cooper started to cry from laughter. “You’re scared of a bunny, but you want to swim with great white sharks and pet man-eating alligators?” Cooper demanded.
“JEEEZZZ! DON’T QUESTION ME!” exploded Bailey.
“Fine. I won’t,” replied Cooper, still almost crying. Very affectionate, he forced himself to stop his laughter, feeling bad for laughing at Bailey.
With Jane and Nate as a partnership, they were still opening doors at that point, and they encountered some pretty weird things, too, like a specialized rat trainer and a crazy grandma chasing them for FIFTEEN MINUTES WITHOUT STOPPING.
Finally, both pairs found each other where they had started, and the main door was near a gazillion traps. They walked slowly across the area, but one of them must have stepped on one of the traps. A spring-loaded floor shot all of them up in the air and then down, splat on their faces. They dodged the rest of the traps and finally got out of the house, everyone still all in one piece. Amazingly, it was the next day. There was no storm or rain. It was a bright, beautiful day.
Past Years’ Winning Stories
I open the door to the Basilwood City Ballet Company and walk down the familiar hallway filled with girls tying the satin ribbons of their pointe shoes. Rebecca is sitting on the carpeted floor of the locker room, stretching into splits. I sit next to her and set down my dance bag.
“The cast list for The Forbidden Voyage is up!” she exclaims.
“I know, I am so excited!” I say.
Later that day, our dance instructor finally excuses us to see the cast list. Not wanting to hasten what could possibly be bad news, I slowly walk into the office and wait for the crowd to die down. When I looked, here is what I read posted:
Lead: Arabella Sanchez
Darn it, I didn’t get the lead. I find Rebecca’s name halfway down the page.
Lead Flower Fairy: Rebecca Ryan
I look for my name and find it at the very bottom of the page.
Fertilizer Farmer 21: Mia Harrison
What? I am mistaken. There must be something wrong. How could this be?
The next day at our first rehearsal, I watch Arabella dance. She is very graceful, and looks delicate on her toes. She must be very passionate about the art. She is practically a collegiate level dancer.
My dance instructor, Ms. Limoncello, enters the studio and taps my shoulder. I stand and follow her into the office with the cast list posting.
“Rebecca Ryan has broken her foot. She won’t be able to perform in the show. Since you are her understudy, you have the part.”
I cannot believe my ears. I have a leading role.
The day of the performance, I have butterflies in my stomach. I try not to visualize looking out from the stage at the hundreds of people in the crowd, so instead I sit backstage feeling sick to my stomach. Ms. Limoncello walks in and tells me it is time to get on stage.
“I apologize; I do not think I can perform,” I reply.
“But you have to,” she cries. “I need you to be a leading role!”
I remember how important this role is, so I waltz onto the stage and begin to build momentum for my grande jete. I try to be accurate, but I slip on the satin of my pointe shoes and crash into a fake tree, finishing my ultimate fail. I just sit there, embarrassed and desperate for help. Then I surprise myself. I stand and continue my dance.
As I walk off the stage and the music ends, I realize I didn’t just learn to be more careful when doing ballet, I learned that I have the courage to keep going.
The Long Run
Waiting in rows of dirt and chalk, I am desperate for the sound of a gunshot. The announcer apologizes for the long transition, as he then alphabetizes the racers names and readies the blank shot. I prepare for my ultimate run in the brown lane, but I have mistaken my row for another’s, so I quickly hop onto my own space of the track. Then I burst down the dirt path as the announcer fires his weapon.
I think to myself, “Hasten your pace or you’ll never win!” I have the passion to win this race. My speed quickens as I take deep but delicate breaths. I make an accurate visualization of my goal, and as I make toward said goal, I pass everyone. Then I see the finish line. I familiarize myself with the width and feel of the track as I sprint my way to victory.
My run is over.
No Matter What
I heard the soft clicks of my mother typing, and the squeak of the springs as my sister jumped on the trampoline in our modest-sized backyard. I closed my eyes before I got the chance to rip my hair out, trying to familiarize myself with the spelling words my teacher gave me for our test tomorrow, trying to visualize the long, hard letters in my head. I had forgotten all about the test, but it was fortunate that I had remembered now. I read the words over and over until I thought I had memorized them enough, and I clambered upstairs into my soft bed, like heaven after a long day.
When I awoke the next morning, I remembered that in my haste, I had forgotten to write my poem. I sighed. I had the best idea for it ever, an idea that would make the ultimate piece of writing. I considered typing the poem now, but decided that it was too late, and so I started to get ready for the day.
With morning meeting done, I squirmed in my seat, knowing the test was next. A few words in, I hit a block, forgetting how to spell, “overproduction.” Desperate for something to write, I scribbled in what I thought. “O-V-E-R-P-E-R-D-O-C-S-H-U-N.” Although I knew it wasn’t completely accurate, it was the best I could do, and I tried to act like I knew exactly how to spell it, like the rest of the class.
A few minutes later, we corrected our words— sixty percent for me. As I turned in my test, I realized I had made a mistake waiting until the last minute, but I also knew that this would not happen again next time, no matter what.
A Question to Answer
by Jake D.
“Take a moment to look at this image,” my teacher, Ms. McClure, says. We all visualize our interpretations, observing the image on the screen: a man, staring off into the distance.
Uh oh! Ms. McClure calls on me, but I don’t have an idea yet. “May I have more time, please?” I exclaim in panic. She frightens me with her expectation of my response as I am desperate to sharpen my pencil so I can write down my interpretation of the man.
Ms. McClure calls on me again, and I reply, “I think the man is dancing because his arms are blurry, which means he could be in motion.”
I realize that everyone is smirking at me. I feel extremely embarrassed as my teacher paraphrases, saying, “You’re wondering if the man could be dancing, the blurring of his arms indicating possible movement.” I don’t know if that’s accurate because she takes anything I say if I support it with evidence. She grins and moves on to the next student. My friend is chosen, and he goes through the same process I did.
Ms. McClure becomes distracted by inappropriate behavior and is mistaken in her paraphrasing of George, but unfortunately, George has forgotten what he said. Ms. McClure apologizes for the confusion.
VTS an be complicated when your desire for recess can hasten your footsteps through class time!
Here We Go Again
I, Terra Carter, am usually on top of things and keep everything in order, am the first one to realize that somebody is missing. I look at the student list. I’ve forgotten to highlight that person’s name after taking roll. That’s an ultimate mistake. We search to find the missing student, a girl. Half the class goes outside to look for her. Luckily, our substitute was considerate enough to help look for her.
I look at the missing girl’s name: Madison Daniels, my cousin. Great, here we go again. Madison does this every Monday; she likes to start her Mondays with a game. Okay, now I’m desperate to find her. No one has been able to, so they return to class. I try to make an accurate guess about where she might be, which is a challenge since she hides in a new place every Monday.
Please don’t criticize me. It’s not my fault. I didn’t see her hide—usually I do—but not today. My cousin is an affectionate and delicate person so it won’t be hard to coax her out when we find her. I mean, put a kitten there, and she’ll come running. We don’t have a kitten, though, so I hope we don’t frighten Madison when we find her because sometimes when we locate her, she becomes scared.
Finally, after a lengthy search, I’ve found her. Madison was out in the field behind the backstop. When the two of us return to class, we’re laughing our heads off, and everyone is looking at us like we’re crazy. This is just a normal Monday morning for Madison and me.
The T.V. may be the sole existence of man.
It alphabetizes what you want to watch. If you are desperate and don’t know what to view, you can push a button to take you to more titles. One show may be about delicate paintings, while another may be about ultimate explosions, viewing that may be forbidden by your parents and require you to apologize for watching the show.
Often, the viewing menu may have pictures of the top, such as Yoda and Iron Man, to provide an accurate description of the show or movie. Sometimes, if you are mistaken, you can pull the marker over to an unintended title, and it shows a description of the series. Additionally, if you want to get out of a particular title, you can click another button. If you hasten to do this, you will have to wait for a while, perhaps seeing a sad movie, where you feel compassionate toward the characters and take pity on them.
To generalize and provide new shows you might enjoy, you may see this above a series of titles: “Because you watched Bob the Builder” or “Because you watched The Hunger Games.”
Clearly, T.V. may be the sole existence of man.
I was at home, trying to alphabetize my spelling words for homework when suddenly, my brother, Eli, burst into my room. As he clumsily stumbled in, he knocked my delicate, china tiger off my desk, and I watched in horror as it crashed to the ground, shattering.
I stared at the broken tiger for a second; then I screamed in fury at Eli, and I shoved him out of the room, slamming the door hard. Desperate to fix my tiger, I searched for the pieces, but I found only a few. I soon heard footsteps and my mom stormed in, yelling at me, saying that I had to apologize to Eli. I argued, but in the end, I was forced to say sorry. Huh, and now I was forbidden to watch T.V. for a week. I was furious.
I rushed through my homework, hoping my answers were accurate. Once I was finished with my homework, I went to fixing my china tiger, named Gwen. There were more pieces missing. As I looked for them, I tried to visualize what she would look like with some missing pieces. I loved my Gwen; I was passionate about her, the ultimate china tiger. I tried my best to fix Gwen, but I only turned her into a gooey, sticky blob of broken china pieces. Before I went to sleep that night, I thought, “Eli is the worst brother ever!”
When I woke up the next morning, on my desk there was a small package with a note that read, “From Eli.” I opened the package and saw a fancy, shiny, new china tiger. I named him Stripe. He would never replace Gwen, but I still liked him. Maybe I was mistaken about Eli. Maybe he wasn’t the worst brother ever. Maybe.
Hey, Pay Up!
by Jake C.
Have you ever been so fortunate as to realize a genius idea that will slip some cash out of your brother? Well, I had just that idea; let me tell you.
One time, I just felt in the mood to take some cash from my brother without really taking it. Carter had forgotten to hide some of his delicate, precious socks, so I sneaked into his room and grabbed those suckers. I tossed them on my bed for later.
Later was when Carter came to me to ask if I had seen his socks. I answered, “Yes, but it will cost you $10.00 to get them back.” Carter was so desperate, he handed me the money just like that.
On the way back to his room, he criticized me and yelled, “Oh, that’s sad. The only way you can make money is off of your little brother.” I smiled in glee, but his words also frightened me. Would he get me back or just make sure it did not happen again? I could visualize Carter laughing, saying, “Pay up!” Sure enough, my guess was pretty accurate.
When I returned home from baseball practice, I went into my room to change my glasses, and I could not seem to find them. I strode down to my brother’s room and asked if he had seen them. “Yes,” he said. “But it will cost you $20.00. Pay up,” he said with a grin. I stood there, frozen.
Maria didn’t know what to do. All these superheroes…… it was a VERY busy day today. She worked at a superhero hospital. Every time a hero was hurt fighting crime, he went there. Maria looked down at her alphabetized list and saw a name she must have mistaken. Superman was the most careful hero she had ever met! How did HE get on the list? Maria looked up and saw Batman standing right in front of her. His face was covered in pie.
“Batman, what did I tell you about trying to prank the Joker? He’s the Joker! Nobody can play jokes on him!” exclaimed Maria.
“Actually, the Penguin lured me into a forbidden warehouse. The joker was already inside.” Batman huffed and sat down in the waiting area.
Out of the blue, Spiderman swung right in front of Maria’s desk. “Well, if it isn’t the Ultimate Spiderman. What happened now?” Maria smiled. Spiderman arrived there almost every day.
“Uh…..” Spiderman looked sheepish.
“Let me guess; another thin branch?” He nodded. “Spidey, you know both your webs and those branches are delicate! You can’t just go around swinging from everywhere!” Spiderman shrugged and sat down next to Hulk, who was taking up four seats.
Up next was Hawk Eye. He had pretty accurate aim, and he stayed up in high places, out of reach. Maria didn’t know how he got hurt so much. This time Hawk Eye had a giant black circle around his right eye. He looked like he was about to fall over. Maria picked up her phone.
“Doctor? Yeah, this is Maria. Hawkeye here is about to pass out; can you send someone with a gurney? Thank you!” Maria hung up and out came a nurse with a gurney. The nurse hauled Hawkeye onto it and rushed down the hall. You know, Hawkeye should just apologize to the Black Widow and maybe then they would stop fighting. As if on cue, the Black Widow entered.
“Hey,” Maria greeted her with a smile. “Hawkeye was just in here.” She’d been trying to familiarize herself with the Black Widow, but it didn’t seem to be working. The Black Widow clamped her fists and stormed to her seat. Maria started checking off the heroes’ names when, finally, Superman walked in. He looked so desperate for help that she immediately picked up her phone and called for another gurney. By the time the nurse got there, Superman was lying on the floor, totally out of it. Maria couldn’t even visualize what could have done this to Superman, when she remembered. Brussels sprouts, his only weakness. Then she and the nurse ran down the hall and brought Superman into the doctor’s office. They placed him on the bed, and Maria ran down the hall to find the doctor. When she returned to the room, Superman was even worse. His skin was pale, and he looked like he was dead. The doctor picked up a pump. Maria knew they were going have to pump his stomach.
Once the doctor was done, Superman was awake and healthy again. He ran out the door and leaped into the air. Once he flew off, Iron Man walked through the door.
“Show off,” he muttered.
The Music Box
I have a friend named Mady, and from the very first time we met, we wanted to go to a park called Luchessi. On one hot sunny day we were finally able to go to the park together. As we commenced our walk to the park we talked about what we would do first. There was a big round pond that had green moss growing around the edge of the water. There were also lots of ducks that lived in the pond. We decided to start our visit at the pond. I was hoping to find a small rock or two so I could skip it across the water.
After we had been at the pond for a while, we transitioned to the swings. We were swinging so high it felt like I could touch the fluffy clouds with my toes. It was awesome! After a while, we were too dizzy and had to stop swinging. Across the park, we saw a lot of trees and a creek that we thought people had forgotten about. It kind of looked like a forbidden forest.
We were feeling a little frightened as we approached the forest. A little ways into the forest, we saw something near a big rock. At first we were afraid it was something dangerous, but we realized it was a music box. At first Mady and I didn’t want to pick it up, but we were desperate to see what it looked like inside. We argued about who was going to pick it up, but finally Mady had chosen me to do it. I picked it up and noticed that it was very delicate, and part of the design was starting to chip off. There were big pieces that were missing and it was so cold it felt like it had been frozen. All of a sudden, a great tune started playing. It was such an amazing song that anyone who heard it would want to memorize it. The tune was soft and soothing.
Mady and I didn’t want to put the music box back down, but eventually we had to do so. The box was so special we were sure somebody was missing it and would come looking for it. We were sad to put it back by the rock, but as we walked away we realized we would always have the catchy tune in our heads.
Ding dong! I groan. Who could be at my door at 2:00 a.m. I realize I should answer it, so I wrap myself tightly in my fuzzy red robe and feel a bit better with this heaven of comfort. I groggily walk to my door, but grab my water bottle on the way to wake my tired body.
I answer the door and drop my water bottle, frightened. There stand desperate old family friends, covered in blood. I had forgotten all about them. I help them inside, delicately helping them to the sofa. I make them tell me why they’re here, and they summarize the story. I have tears in my eyes, happy they are here and saddened by their story. They tell me how fortunate they are that I answered the door.
Sam, the tall, sophisticated, accurate, gentleman-like, considerate twenty-one year old winces in pain, holding his side. “Sam,” I say. Unsure, I move his hand away to reveal a deep gash in his side. I gasp and then get a critical look on my face. “How many wounds?” I ask, my voice criticizing the deceit of hiding the injuries. They wince again and reveal more. “I thought this action was something you specialize in,” I say, mostly looking at Dean, the twenty-five-year-old brother who hides his emotions and is a rad AC/DC Metallica lover–best brother ever, who grins, then cries in pain. I run and gather supplies to treat their critical wounds.
Affectionately, I tend the wounds and generalize their story: “So you caught whiff of the yellow-eyed demon that killed your mom and Sam’s girlfriend. So, you went after it and were attacked by Hadeshounds? Wow,” I say, flabbergasted. “Aren’t they like the ultimate demons, being like invisible wolves or whatever?”
Sam and Dean look at each other and their smiles broaden as they burst out laughing.
“What?” I scream.
“We missed that,” they say between laughs.
“Please act civilized in my house,” I say, starting to laugh along. We all missed being together so this is like pure gold being back together, but then I realized we still had Hadeshounds to hunt….
The Lost Boy
School. Definition: an institution where instruction is given, especially to persons under college age. My definition: the lamest part of the year. I would have loved to be shooting hoops or playing catch with my dad. I still remember this morning vividly.
“I don’t want to go to school,” I muttered throwing my head under my pillow.
“You don’t have a choice; you are forbidden to go back to bed,” said my mother, with her no nonsense face. I was desperate. I did not want to go to school. We had a test, and I was never accurate.
“I’m sick,” I moaned. She called my bluff; she almost had to throw me out of bed.
And now I’m here stuck taking a stupid test about multiplying decimals. Some seventh graders have mastered this, but not me. Being dyslexic and having ADHD, school is ten times harder than it already is. While we had been taking a test for half an hour, I was still only on problem three. I heard a loud thumping noise. It went on continuously; suddenly, I saw water shoot out of the water fountain. Then a kid with dark black hair, who was wearing a torn orange shirt, was riding the wave like a surf boarder. Everyone jumped up. The kid jumped off the wave like an acrobatic, landing right on his feet. I saw him grab something out of his pocket. He blew into it and the pounding started again. A giant beast flew down the hall, tongue hanging out. The boy jumped up onto the beast, while it bucked. He controlled it swiftly. I must have been mistaken. I couldn’t actually be visualizing this. Had I fallen asleep during class again? The boy charged the door and flew in. The boy gripped me on my shoulder and tugged me up onto the beast. He shot out of the window.
“I apologize for the inconvenience!” he yelled over the beast. I stayed silent, not a word did I speak. He swerved onto the highway, zipping between cars. He was going to get us killed. He took a right, and suddenly there was a vast forest. We hastened along on the beast. Then the mysterious boy grabbed me, we flew off the beast, and we landed on the soil, leaving an imprint on the ground.
I saw a white archway with torches leading to it. The boy rushed toward it, and I followed. There was a root on the ground, and I tripped. As I stumbled to get up, something darted in front of us. Standing there was a hydra. I remembered a pen my dad gave to me before he died. I took it out of my pocket and clicked it. It expanded and turned into a three-foot celestial bronze sword. I charged the beast with it. I sliced a head off, but suddenly two regenerated. I sliced at another, and then my body burst into flames, burning the head. I continued this process, leaving only one head. The creature swung its sole surviving head at me, and before I dodged it, it snapped its teeth at me. I plunged myself through the archway, and the last thing I saw was a horse galloping toward me.
I awoke on a hammock I didn’t know where I was. I jumped to my feet and ran outside. It was night. I saw a fire and ran toward it. There sitting were probably a thousand people. Everyone just gasped at me. On top of my head was the Hades emblem.
“We must train him soon so he will become an excellent warrior,” a centaur said. Everyone gathered around me, asking questions. We ended up at an arena. I guess I was training. I grabbed my pen. I think the sword teacher came up to show me the basics. After he had instructed me, we fought. He charged, and I parried his attack. I slipped my sword under his feet, and he stumbled to the floor. He jumped back to his feet, and I parried every single attack. He charged me, and I ducked. He charged at me, but I sidestepped him. He stumbled to the ground, and when he turned, my sword was pointed at his neck.
“He is great at fighting; now time for competition!” the centaur bellowed.
We stood at the woods, and the centaur stepped up. “Welcome to capture the flag!” he bellowed “Our two team captains will be Percy Jackson and Clarisse!” Percy, the boy who got me here, picked first. He picked a girl named Annabeth. Clarisse picked a boy named Charles. Percy picked me, and so on. The teams were established, and we ran into the woods. I clicked my watch and a shield popped out. Percy and I full-on charged while Annabeth was sneaking from the back. I ran swinging my sword, knocking people down. They saw Annabeth and left me to run. I saw the flag protector, Charles. He was big. I ran up a tree and sat on the branch waiting for Annabeth. Annabeth came running, and Charles came to meet her. I jumped off the branch and grabbed the flag; we had won.
I slept like a baby that night, waking up every two hours, tired and hungry. When I finally fell asleep, I heard a loud thump. I looked up in the sky; there was lightning all over the place. I walked outside and saw a figure in the sky. It looked like it was getting larger every second. NO! It was approaching us. When it was in sight, I saw that it was a person. The figure landed in the middle of the camp, leaving a huge crater. The whole camp was awake now, observing the hole. Standing there was a teenager. Everyone kneeled down, acting like he was a god.
“Bow down to Hercules, son of Zeus,” they repeated.
He spoke. “I have brought a quest from Zeus. Jackson, please step forward.” I walked forward nervously. “A demigod has died. The reason we care is he has information about Kronos. We need you to get him out. You are a child of Hades, making it a bit easier to get in. We need you to save him. Pick two companions and go to the Hollywood sign by next midnight.” Then he blasted into lightning and disappeared.
We all walked into the rec room, and Chiron asked me who I wanted on my quest. I had picked Percy, and a girl named Thalia, a daughter of Zeus.
I was packing in my cabin when I heard knocking. Thalia poked her head in.
“Ready to go?” she asked. I nodded and walked out. We met with Percy, and Thalia and Percy were having a debate as to whether we should travel in the air or in water. I grabbed them, and we went on the hellhound that Percy appeared on when he picked me up. We were in Hollywood in fifteen minutes. We jumped off at the sign, and I saw a hole. I hastened to the hole’s edge and jumped down. The air was blowing on me as I zoomed down. We came to a river, and Percy wielded it so we could pass it. We came to a giant cliff, and Thalia flew us over. Then we came upon an immense castle. It was the ultimate castle. I approached the guard and pulled out my sword. I hit him with the hilt of my sword and walked into the castle. I had not been familiarized with the castle so I got lost. I eventually found a throne room and entered. There sitting was Hades
“I am here to find a boy by the name of Nathan Nakumaro,“ I said.
“He is dead,” he replied.
“Yeah, I know but Mount Olympus needs him; he has information on Kronos.”
“NO!” exclaimed Hades.
I charged him. I needed that kid. I came up to him and swung my blade under his feet. I saw a cage, and there was the boy. I ran over to it and grabbed him. I gathered my crew and zapped us up. Thalia flew us up to Mount Olympus, and I gave the Olympian gods the boy. I went back to camp. I didn’t have to go back to school. I could stay at camp. I knew that I was going to gain more powers. I knew I was going to have more adventures with my friends, and I knew I would not be alone with my Dyslexia.
The Forbidden House
All my life, people told me never to go in the house. I had been completely mistaken to go in that house on the end of that long street. I was taking a walk, and I passed the forbidden house. I was desperate to go in.
So I knocked on the front door. “Hmm, nobody home,” I muttered as I opened the door. The door nearly came off its hinges. It took a delicate touch to open it while doing no damage. At the time, it seemed okay.
As I stepped in, I saw something—well, more like thought something. This would be the ultimate haunted house. I could visualize it. There were already cobwebs and a spooky feeling to the place. Best of all, there were lots of places to hide. There were overturned tables; weird, giant holes in the walls; and corridors with small rooms. I was passionate about scary stuff.
After I familiarized myself with this house, I noticed it was literally falling down—with me in it. To be more accurate, it was cracking apart. Little by little, it was caving in on itself, and soon, it was really falling apart. I noticed this when a whole wall came down. Then I realized I had to hasten to exit safely. I ran through the house, and when I got outside, the whole house collapsed.
I was taking a walk later when I passed the spot where a house used to be. Then I kept on walking, with new knowledge about why that house was forbidden.
The Lucky Find
I was walking down the street when I saw a pedestrian holding up a sign that said he needed money. I was compassionate toward him, until he pulled an iPhone out of his pocket. I got a little mad at him, but I didn’t say anything.
Farther along the sidewalk, I spotted a $100 bill! I was very fortunate to find this, since it is probably pretty rare to do so. I was desperate to get to my favorite store, and I tripped when I was running. What did I find? More money! But, this time it was a $20 bill. I couldn’t believe it! I could already visualize what I would be able to buy with this money. I had to hasten to the store so I could get there before it closed.
At the store, I found my friend, and I told her about my ultimate find. She was amazed so I asked her if she wanted to shop for shoes with me. We were both passionate about shoes. Okay, we weren’t just passionate; we were obsessed with shoes.
We started to look at the shoes and try them on. When we put on the first pair, we knew it was a mistake. The second pair was a bit better. But the third pair? Oh, the third pair was amazing! I carried the money to the cashier like the cash was a delicate dove because I didn’t want to lose or rip the money.
Once we paid for the shoes, I put on my pair to admire them. Suddenly, I remembered that I needed to get home urgently. I apologized to my friend for not being able to stay longer and sprinted away towards home. I will never forget that amazing find. It was the luckiest thing that ever happened to me!
The Crazy Day
A girl named Chelsey–that’s me–got on the bright, yellow bus on a hot, windy Friday morning. I guess you could say that it was going to be an average day, but it was not an average day. Once, I sat down, I looked in my big, zebra backpack to see if I had forgotten my ultimate project in which I had to summarize, and trust me, my summary was long.
“Oh, no,” I said sadly as my BFF, Stephanie, was getting on the yellow bus.
“What happened?” asked Steph as she sat down next to me. Every morning, Steph would criticize me based on what I wore or how my hair looked, but not this morning. I opened my mouth to say something, but nothing came out when I tried to speak.
“Oh, great,” I muttered quietly to myself.
“Did the fashion fairy give you advice which you somehow lost like that?” Steph asked as she snapped her fingers right in my face. Of course, I flinched and hit my head on the window. Steph burst out laughing, but I didn’t care.
“No,” I replied, rubbing the back of my head with my warm hand. “I forgot my project summary at my house, so now I am going to get a bad grade in the grade boo—”
Steph interrupted me and said, “Guess what, Chelsey.”
She said this in a sarcastic way so I knew she was going to say something mean, but even so, I replied in a bored tone, saying “What?”
“I don’t care,” Steph said rudely.
Again I didn’t care, so I just kept searching for my work. I was desperate for that summary. At least I still had the project that went with the summary. I took that out as if it was a delicate art piece, which it wasn’t. It was just a tree with my family listed on each branch. It was a specialized family tree because it included only my mom, my dad, and my favorite aunt, Aunt Stacey.
Then I hear Steph saying repeatedly, “Check in your folder; check in your folder.” So I checked in my yellowish, greenish, bluish folder. I opened it, and I see my summary in it.
“Thank you so much!” I cried happily, jumping in my seat and squeezing Steph really hard. I had been frightened at first, but then I realized that I was super fortunate.
“Consider it a favor from me, your considerate friend. Next time I ask you to do something for me, I expect you to do it. Got it?” she demanded as if she was a teacher and the students were becoming so noisy that she expressed her anger through yelling.
“What-ev-er, but thanks anyway,” I said for the last time that day. Maybe I needed to rethink this friendship.
Today was one CRAZY DAY.
Rex and Sea-Mist
“Abby, come feed Rex, please,” my mother hollered from upstairs.
“I apologize, Mother; I will go do that.”
Rex was a Coelurosauravus, a prehistoric flying reptile. Rex had a room, with the conditions he needed, that was connected to mine. I opened the door to the room, and Rex chattered at the sight of the huge bag of food in my arms. “Sorry, buddy, I forgot to bring your food to you,” I said when he glided up to me.
Rex was green with a long tail and had a colorful, almost rainbow, crest perched atop his head. Most of my friends generalized, thinking Rex was a horrid, man-eating monster, that screeched until I fed him, but they were far from accurate. Rex was an herbivore for one, and he only screeched if he was scared, which, thankfully, wasn’t very often.
After I fed Rex, I opened the door to his room so he could glide around the house. That night at dinner, I guess I forgot to close the door, and Rex was flying around our glass chandelier and broke it. Rex was forbidden from flying while we were eating because he would eat off our plates and destroy my mother’s delicate china, which was remarkably organized. Many people call my mother the ultimate organizer because she ordered and alphabetized everything.
One day when I got home from school, Rex was desperate to get out of his room. I assumed my new puppy, Polli, had been scaring Rex so he wanted to be somewhere else. Since he seemed so crazy, I had decided to take him to our favorite pond by my house. Later, I found out that I was mistaken, and he had just wanted to eat. I guess I had forgotten to feed him that morning.
Years later, when I had gone off to college to become an animal researcher, I got a call from my mother. “Abby, Rex is gone. I’m so sorry. I don’t know what happened!” my mother’s voice said frantically. That summer, I went to make him a grave by the pond we used to visit and every year I would honor his memory by spending time at his grave. I was never sure about how Rex had come to our time, and I never ended up finding that answer.
Finally, when I was in South Africa researching lions, I saw another Coelurausauravus. I did not hasten to keep her because I still missed Rex and that felt like replacing him, but she sneaked into my bags and came home with me. I ended up naming her Sea-mist because of her blue and white coloring. Little did I know that she was Rex’s daughter! One year later, something set off the alarm in my house, and I found Rex and Sea-mist curled up on my bead—a joyous discovery.
The Magic Seashell
“Violet,” Violet’s dad said in a scratchy voice. “Will you be a good girl and fetch me some water?” Violet was thirteen years old and had wavy brunette hair, blue eyes, and pale skin. She lived in a cottage alone at the beach with her ill dad. She would do anything to make him feel better.
As Violet ran to the well to get some water, she had realized something shiny was visible out of the corner of her eye. The object was in the ocean. When she grabbed the item, she picked it up and poured out the water and saw it was a beautiful, crystal blue seashell. It was quite a fortunate discovery. As she was holding the seashell, Violet quickly grabbed the water bucket, poured some water from the well into the bucket, and ran home.
When she got home, she placed the delicate shell on a shelf in her room. She almost had forgotten about the ultimate seashell. She was too desperate helping her dad. Violet was so affectionate that whenever Violet touched the shell, it glowed.
Despite her happiness in finding the shell, Violet was frightened because her dad’s illness could kill him, which is very sad because he was a very accurate man who wanted to be a scientist. He was also very considerate and wise. Violet couldn’t imagine a life without him.
That night, she told her dad about the shell. After she told him he said, “Tonight, put the shell under your pillow and make a wish.”
When Violet went to bed, she put the shell under her pillow and said, “I wish my dad was healthy again.” Then she fell asleep.
In the morning, Violet’s dad woke her up and said, “You did it. You cured me.”
“How did you know I cured you?” Violet asked.
“I heard what you wished for last night.”
Later, they agreed to keep the beautiful, magic, blue shell a secret and not use it selfishly.
Bob and Mr. McHoot’s Adventure
I have a story to tell, I would like to SUMMARIZE it for you…
Once upon a time there was a little, fuzzy, hairball-sized mouse named Bob. Bob lived in a small, narrow hole in a large maple tree surrounded by fields and fields of wheat.
Up above, high in the branches of the maple tree, lived Bob’s best friend, Mr. McHoot, the hooting owl.
Bob and Mr. McHoot had known each other for many, many moons. At first Bob looked like dinner to Mr. McHoot. However, he soon came to look forward to sitting on his branch with Bob chatting away about everything going on around them and their maple tree. The reason Mr. McHoot and Bob became friends is because of how CONSIDERATE and AFFECTIONATE they both were to each other. Bob also felt he had helped to CIVILIZE Mr. McHoot into the calm owl he is today.
One day Mr. McHoot asked Bob if he would like to go with him on a journey to find his FORGOTTEN family. They traveled across the country, far away from home. It took many nights with Bob riding on Mr. McHoot’s back as they flew towards their destination.
On the last night of their journey there was an unexpected meteor shower. Bob and Mr. McHoot were flying through the night when a flash of light shot out in front of them. A large meteor crashed into the ground before them. Mr. McHoot stretched to BROADEN his chest as he took in a deep breath so he wouldn’t FRIGHTEN Bob. He had narrowly escaped a meteor slamming into them midair. Mr. McHoot felt light as he flew away, too light. He began to REALIZE that Bob had fallen off. He scanned around searching for Bob. Then upon seeing his close companion, he flew down into the ashy flames of a burning oak tree that had just been hit by the meteor. As he flew down he began to CRITICIZE himself for dropping his dear friend. Bob was rescued by Mr. McHoot just in time. He felt FORTUNATE to have a friend who cared enough to save him.
After Mr. McHoot saved Bob they got away safely, although they were hurting from their drastic adventure through thick and thin. They soon arrived at Mr. McHoot’s long lost family and had a great time telling their story of narrowly escaping death. Bob and Mr. McHoot had many more adventures together.
You might not think it, but we robbers make a sort of family. We aren’t the compassionate type, but the thing we all have in common is the passionate feeling for money. Visualize eight strongly built men, two women swathed so entirely in black that they might be mistaken for ninjas in the dark of night, and one gangly boy all crammed in a one room concrete shack with ten cots. Some robbers we are!
There is one member to whom I’ve gravitated. He is classified as collegiate because he attended college. He has taught me useful facts and even made a small dictionary for me, with all the words alphabetized. He was fatherly toward me until his wife died and his heart turned cold. That is when he became a robber at heart.
Often my father loses his cool with some of the men. He has forbidden us to do anything risky that provides any chances to get caught and has hastened to pound that rule into us. Some of the men think this rule foolish, remarking that they aren’t kids. After losing his temper, my father often apologizes to me and the men, his voice husky from shouting. I have familiarized myself with how my father soothes the angry men so that maybe someday I can follow in his footsteps.
“Like a father passing down his business to his son,” I think, “like a normal family with a normal life.”
“YES!” we all replied.
“Remember, do not hasten to finish because even the smallest mistake can mess up the whole shape. You have to use a ruler because no line is perfectly drawn freehand. So don’t think you can draw it without the ruler just because you can visualize a perfect line in your mind. Even if the line you drew was accurate I want you to erase it and draw it with a ruler, understand?” the teacher questioned.
“YES!” we yelled.
“Good! Continue working where you left off yesterday! When you are done alphabetize your spelling words. Also, remember to cut paper and only paper,” she instructed us.
We were studying geometry. The teacher would give us a sheet with a really challenging shape with directions at the bottom and we had to make it using a compass, ruler, eraser and a pencil.
Seven people were done, three people were still drawing, six people were cutting, and sixteen people were coloring. Six people were cutting, yet I didn’t notice the boy cutting the hem of my knee-high skirt. I heard scissors, but thought that someone was cutting his/her paper–not my skirt! I was drawing when I felt something smooth and cold against the back of my knee. I turned to see what or who it was. When I saw the boy snipping at my skirt, I became infuriated.
“You fool! My dress is delicate!” I exploded. The teacher came over.
“What in the world is going on over here?” she asked.
“He cut the back of my skirt!’ I cried.
“Robert, why would you cut her skirt? Were you mistaken? Or did you do it on purpose?” the teacher inquired.
“I did it on accident,” he responded, looking at his shoes.
“Oh, so the scissors told you to do it? Or are they so magical that they suddenly start snipping at the backs of people’s skirts?” I said angrily. My mother would be so mad!
“Robert, I had forbidden you to cut anything but paper, correct?” she asked. He nodded.
“So why did you do this?” she asked. He shrugged. I looked at my flower-patterned skirt. My friend had given it to me because she knew I loved to plant and fertilize flowers. I noticed that some of our classmates were looking at us. Their expressions made me think that they were desperate to know the boy’s punishment. I suddenly felt bad for him.
“I’m sorry,” Robert apologized.
I smiled. “It’s okay. Everyone makes mistakes, and I can easily sew this section back onto my skirt”. We shake hands and continue creating our shapes. I noticed that when I yelled at Robert, he was startled and had cut his shape wrong. Well, that can be his punishment. He can start the shape all over again. I hope he finishes quickly. I thought.
Let me summarize a story about a very fortunate boy named Bob, who had two affectionate and considerate parents. Unfortunately, the boy thought that he had the worst parents ever. They wanted him to broaden his knowledge and to civilize his manners.
One night his parents criticized him for not listening, so he had to go to bed early. That night there was a huge thunder and lightning storm. If you were there, you could hear the pat, pat, pat of the rain hitting the old, faded, brown roof of the two-story house, you could hear the boom, boom of the thunder, and you could see the beautiful yellow flashes of lightning. Bob became frightened by all the noise from the storm, but eventually, Bob forgot about the storm and soon fell asleep.
The next morning Bob woke up and realized he had forgotten to say sorry to his mom and dad, so he rushed over to their bedroom and apologized. Of course, his kind parents forgave him.
The heat had me mesmerized, the sweat was leaking out of my skin, and I couldn’t breathe. My skin was burning, and I didn’t realize that I had forgotten to put on sunscreen. I was fortunate that the heat wasn’t burning off my flesh. “Paisley,” said my mother in an exhausted tone, “what are you doing in this heat? I am being considerate and you are just sitting in the heat waiting for the sun to evaporate you.”
I could see the consideration in her eyes. I got up, and my shorts were sticking to my thighs. I moved in a more sluggish way, and my mother said,” Come on; can’t you be more civilized like your brother?”
I walked into the kitchen, and I could see the smile broadening on my uncle’s face. “Too hot for you?” he questioned. I just shrugged. I wanted to criticize him for the shirt he was wearing, but when it was this hot, it was like the King of Heat sucked out all of my energy. It made me miserable.
I walked to my room, and by then my hair was sticking up like I had put my finger in an electrical socket. When I walked into my room, I could see my homework scattered on my bed. I remembered I had to summarize information for a paper on George Washington. Suddenly I heard my mom say, “Oh, my! Where did you ever find that fan?”
I walked downstairs and asked, “What’s going on?”
My mom exclaimed, “Oh, did I frighten you?”
In front of me, I could see a big solar fan. I couldn’t believe my eyes. It was amazing! I shouted,”Turn it on! Turn it on!”
“All right! All right!” my mom replied.
I saw the fan start at a slow pace and then pick up to full speed. The breeze captivated me, and I thought to myself, WOW, maybe I can stand this heat. I smiled a huge, affectionate smile.
I was sitting on my bed reading a book when I heard my Mom say, “Lucas.”
“Yes, Mom,” I replied.
“I have a surprise for you,” she said.
I asked my mom what it was, and then she passed me some cards that said “All Day Pass.” It was easy to realize that I was going to Disneyland for the day! I couldn’t believe it, and I was screaming with joy! I was desperate to experience every ride in the park.
As we drove to Disneyland, I thought about all of the rides. I had forgotten about how much fun Space Mountain can be, so I decided to ride Space Mountain first. Space Mountain could frighten anyone when they first ride it.
“Vroom!” The car pulled up into the Disneyland parking lot, and I ran to Space Mountain right away. Space Mountain is the ultimate ride for everyone. Well, I actually can’t generalize about that because not everyone likes Space Mountain. My little brother was scared to go on the rides, so I had to be considerate of his feelings. After Space Mountain, everyone got in line for Indiana Jones in a civilized manner. The line began to broaden as more people got into the line to ride Indiana Jones.
After Indiana Jones, I decided to play some games. I played the game where you shoot a water gun on a dot for a long time, and you win a prize. I had a very accurate shot, and the operator said I should specialize in carnival games. Then I decided to get some ice cream, so I went to Cold Stone. I ordered vanilla ice cream with sprinkles and gummy bears in a delicate waffle cone. As I was eating my ice cream, I saw that Mickey and Minnie Mouse were putting on a show for everyone, and they were being affectionate.
We spent the rest of the day going on all of the rides. I felt very fortunate that my mom had given me a surprise trip to Disneyland, and I can’t criticize anything because I had so much fun. It was hard to summarize my day at Disneyland because we did so much, and we had so much fun!
Once upon a time, there was a little girl, named Elma Frightener, who loved to frighten and criticize people, as well as laugh at them. She was very fortunate, and she had a house so big, her family liked to broaden it every year for Christmas.
One day she was strolling down the street looking at all the Christmas decorations and trying to summarize a speech to give to her parents, “Well, dear Mother and Father, I think I have been very considerate of others this year because I have been a civilized person and only scared people 11,953 times a year instead of last year when I made a record and scared people 11,954 times that year,” Elma muttered to herself.
Elma was focusing so hard that when a boy walked by her she had forgotten to make fun of him. Instead, he smiled and said, “Hi, Elma!” Elma looked at him and saw he was being affectionate to her.
Before Elma realized it, she smiled and said, “’Sup?”
He was shocked. Elma Frightener wasn’t frightening him! He said, “Nothing much. Want to get some Christmas decorations?”
“What’s your name?” Elma asked. She was surprised, yet flattered.
“Monopoly, but you can call me Mono.”
“Yeah, my mom and dad say it’s because my brother got me a tall hat the day I was born, and they said I looked like the Monopoly guy.”
“Hmm,” Elma sighed and asked,”Do you like to frighten people?”
Elma’s eyes lit up.
“Like when my mom is really happy on Christmas morning, I jump out from behind the tree and scare her… but she just giggles.” Monopoly looked sad and disappointed as he relayed this information.
Elma shot a fake smile as she thought about what she could train people to do… a frightening camp! She could train people to frighten other people! Her eyes lit up again as she looked a Mono as if she had been just brought back to life.
“Would you like it if I set up a scaring camp? You know, for people who don’t know how to scare? It’s for your own good, so you don’t get picked on and frightened easily.”
“Well, I would, I would love it!” He looked at Elma and said,”Would you mind if we did it together?”
Elma thought about it; just a while ago she would have scared Mono out of his skin, but now they were friends.
“Well, umm…” she thought for a minute. “Well, why not?”
Mono smiled so big that if Elma hadn’t met him, she would have teased him so badly, it might have made him cry.
So, the next day they got to work planning the camp. It would be held in the Frightener’s mansion, in last year’s addition to their home. It was painted camouflage-style with lots of spooky things lining the walls.
When it was all done, Mono said, “Well? What do you think?”
“I think it’s great!” Elma exclaimed.
“Let’s get started!”
So Mono and Elma spent the whole winter training people to scare more and to cry less. They toughened people up and told them to stay that way. Thanks to the camp, Mono is now tougher, stronger, and knows how to make people frightened instead of giggly when he tries to scare them. In the end, Elma learned how to use her Frightener powers for a lot more good, and a little less evil; but a little evil doesn’t hurt too much once in a while.
The Delicate Sharpener
One day I was coloring and my pencil broke, so I asked Danielle if I could use her ultimate sharpener. I said, “I am desperate; my sharpener stinks!”
“Okay, fine. You can use it,” she replied. Ms. McClure, who is very compassionate, announced, “One minute to finish your portfolios, and they must be accurate.”
I hastened to sharpen my pencil, and the sharpener snapped. I looked at it in shame, telling myself that I was forbidden to use anything of Danielle’s anymore. “Sorry, I apologize for breaking your sharpener.”
That night as I was writing a card, I visualized the damage to Danielle’s sharpener. On the card, I mistakenly wrote “From, Danielle.” I erased that, replacing it with “From, Rose.” The next day Danielle was overjoyed when she saw the present on her desk. It was a purple dog sharpener. She looked at me with a big smile, and gave me a huge hug. She said,” You know, Rose, you are a good friend.”
“Thanks,” I replied.
The Fortunate Geese
“Honk, honk, honk.” As the Snow Geese flew high above the land, they came to realize that they had a long way to go. They were flying their yearly migration from Canada to Arkansas.
As they flew over some farmland, they were honking and squawking. A farmer heard them and thought, “dinner.” The geese saw the farmer coming out with a gun and they all thought, “Oh, no!”
The farmer’s daughter came out of the house. She hoped that the geese would be fortunate and would not be shot by her father. She also hoped that the sound of the gun would frighten the geese away so they could continue their journey.
The farmer was aiming his rifle, and then pulled the trigger. Waiting for a bang, the farmer realized that he had forgotten to load his gun. As he stormed back into the house looking for his ammunition, the farmer’s daughter waited for her dad to come back outside. She did not want to criticize her father, but she hoped he would be considerate and broaden his view on the migrating geese.
Then all of a sudden, the geese realized that they were finally in Arkansas and found their same quiet little pond, not far from the farmer’s house, where they go to every year.
The farmer’s daughter liked to visit them every day at the pond. She observed that the geese were very affectionate with each other.
She liked to dream that she could civilize one of the geese, and she could keep it as her pet. In her dreams, this goose would live in her house, eat at the table with her, and sleep in her bed!
The farmer’s daughter had to write a story for her sixth grade class. She decided to write about the geese. In her story, she had to summarize her amazing experience with the geese.
Now the farmer’s daughter is older and enjoys bringing her own daughter to the same pond every year to see the next generation of geese. She always adores the sight of the returning Snow Geese, just like the days when she was young. That is the story of the very fortunate geese.
The Song of Uvri
Bark! Bark! “Koda, come here girl,” Revati says, pulling her long black hair back into a pony tail. She whistles softly, and a delicate little Chocolate Merle Border Collie pup strides up to her side, her pink tongue hanging out of her muzzle. “Good girl,” Revati declares.
“Revati,” a petite woman says as she takes a short step from behind an old Redwood.
“Yes, ma’am,” Revati responds , looking at the woman, trying to figure out who she is.
“Don’t you remember me?”
“No, ma’am, I don’t remember you.”
“Ah, maybe you will realize who I am after this song,” Urvi answers softly. “The moon and the stars, shining so bright. How I wish I could stay, but, baby, today I have to leave, and just know, I will be… back…. soon,” she sings in a soft, beautiful way.
“M-mom,” Revati says, tears making her eyesight all blurry.
“Yes, the tribe finally let me leave. Now I can be here with you.”
Revati runs up to Uvri and hugs her affectionately. “I missed you so much, Mom!”
“I missed you, too.” Uvri smiles softly, eyes showing happiness.
Revati pulls away and sits down; Koda climbs into her lap and gives her the ‘ultimate’ dog kisses in the world. “Ah, I can’t even summarize what just happened in one word.”
“I conquer . Did you get blessed with the very accurate aim?” Uvri asks and hands Revati an old, dusty bow and arrow.
“I believe so.” Revati picks up the bow and arrow and aims it at an old stump far from the spot where she is standing. She releases the arrow, and it soars till it hits the center of the stump . A snow white rabbit jumps, frightened, and frantically hops around looking for somewhere to hide.
“Ah, you do, ” Urvi says, a bright smile lighting up her face as she pats her daughter’s back gently. “I am very fortunate to have you as my daughter. I am staying… and I don’t plan to leave you any time soon. I hope to be able to have the flooring of our home repaired, too, since the workers did a substandard job on it originally.”
Several years, later Uvri passes away from toxic epidermal necrolysis. Revati grows older, gets married, and has two children of her own. Koda becomes an adult and is used for herding sheep. Revati passes down the story about her mom and hopefully, this story will be passed down by Revati’s children for generations to come.
One dark, creepy Halloween night, kids were running around house-to-house collecting candy. I could tell this was going to be an awesome night! Ghosts and goblin costumes left and right, and then I saw it, the spider witch costumes that I was desperate for. All of them were sold out, though. It was embarrassing that other girls were wearing the same costume as I, the candy corn witch.
As I sprinted to houses searching for candy, I was so delicate with each piece given to me. I generalized that most of my candy was chocolate.
As I approached the ultimate, scary, mysterious, and forgotten haunted house, the outside frightened me, so I knew the inside should be terrible. I was accurate, telling my friends about the haunted house last year. I was about to enter the haunted house when my mom yelled my name, and I had to leave, so I ended up not going inside.
In the future I would like to specialize in writing more scary stories. To summarize my thoughts on Halloween, all I can say is this: “It’s my favorite holiday!”
The Unknown Tribe
“Okay,” Ms. McClure said out loud to the class. “Take out your writing binders, draft section, and start to summarize a fiction or nonfiction story, and don’t forget to broaden your ideas.” Okay, I thought to myself. This won’t be too hard. I took out my binder and started thinking, and thinking, and thinking. Then it came to me. Of course! I will write about the unknown tribe.
I started to write a hundred words per second. I soon came up with this:
Deep in the forest my family was camping. “Go find some fire wood,” my mom told me.
“Okay,” I replied back. I walked into the forest, alone. I luckily came across some twigs. Okay, just a few more thick branches, and I would be done. I walked into denser forest to find nothing! I walked back into the direction of camp. I only walked into even denser forest. Oh, no, I realized. I’m lost!!! I looked this way and that way. I saw nothing but black. Then I heard something. An engine. My car!!! They’re leaving!?! They had forgotten me! I was frightened. How was I supposed to remain civilized? Then, I saw something. A tent. Yes, I was saved. How fortunate was I to have found this?! I started to walk toward the campsite, only to be surprised by what I found.
The tent I saw was not a tent with an air mattress inside. It did not have a zipper for a door. It was made out of branches and leaves. “Hello?” I called out.
One, two, no three heads popped out from behind some bushes. “Hello,” they said back.
“You speak English!” I said surprised.
“Of course we do.”
”Well, can you bring me back to my camp site?”
“You must live with us first.”
“To learn how to live in the wild.”
“For how long?”I asked.
“Just a week or maybe two.”
“Are you sure you can bring me back to my family?”
“Okay, then.”I agreed. I soon gained their trust and they gained mine. We practically lived like a family. I also quickly realized that the tribe was very considerate and affectionate. They really cared for each other. But soon the time came. “It has been two weeks, guys. You have to bring me to my family now. I really enjoyed this, and I will visit every summer, but I have to get back home,” I said to the tribe.
“Okay, we promised you.”
“Thank you,” I replied. We walked through the dense forest, and I saw light, then my car, and then my family.
I ran as fast as I could. Wait, I stopped myself. My mom is going to criticize me for going too deep into the forest. Oh, who am I kidding? She will be overjoyed to see me. I ran, and my mom saw me. She ran toward me and hugged me. “Oh, Brendan, thank God you’re back safe.”
“Yeah, and I also met some friends along the way.”
“What?” she asked.
“Nothing,” I quickly answered.
“All right, let’s get you home.”
So every year when we went camping, I always visited the tribe, and they were always as cheerful as ever.
“Okay, class,” Ms. M. said. “Who would like to read their summary?” I raised my hand. “Brendan.”
“Okay, but mine is more than a summary.”
“Well, then, I would love to hear it.”
“Okay, then.” I started to read.
At the end, everybody clapped, and Ms. M. told me, “That was a very good fictional story.”
“Oh,” I said. “That wasn’t fiction. That was nonfiction!”