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Two-toed snake

Snakes don't got no toes
but i do
i got two
just enough
for my green slimy body
i'm not a snake
anymore
cause people call me
two-toed
my name is Thedore
my mama's dead
my brothers
my sisters
my dad
my aunts
my uncles
and the rest
all died
so i'm by myself
me, two-toed snake

If i had a dog

I don't got no dog,
but if i did
he would be black and white
one black ear
one white
And he would be small
Smaller than my mom's purse
maybe a poodle
I can't decide
but it would be small
with one black ear
one white
smaller than my mom's purse
and that's all i know
'bout the dog i would get

My cat

My cat died
Maybe died
Rather, ran off to the woods when his brother died
My cat's brother was rolled over
By my father's car
But it was an accident
Cause my cat's brother was lying next to the tire
And the poor, sweet thing
got ran over
Then my cat ran away
Probably cause my cat was afraid without my cat's brother
Oh, I wonder
If my cat is still alive

The ocean

The ocean is blueish-greenish
And it makes waves franticly
And because those waves are made
Boats rock
And wakeboarders fall
And because of that bluish-greenish colored  ocean, waves are made
Oh, the bluish-greenish ocean

moving

I had just moved to Salem, and while my mom and Dad were unloading the moving truck, I went outside to my backyard to explore it. When I got in the backyard-something was not normal, and that was the tree. I mean there was something funny in the tree, not the tree its self. The tree had a little boat in it-upside-down-with a girl in it. The girl seemed about my age: ten. “He-lp! Please!” the girl screamed. I ran inside to get my camera. Minutes later, when I came out, there was a fire truck and firemen, and my parents’ were running and screaming stuff. There was a ladder up against the tree trunk, with a fireman climbing up it. I took pictures like a crazy woman. When my parents’ stopped screaming and running, the fireman finished climbing the ladder. The girl threw up on the fireman a lot, and the fireman dodged throw up a lot. The fireman got the girl safely out of the boat. The fireman carried the girl down the tree and ladder. The girl collapsed on the grass. Everyone gasped. Luckily, the girl sat up six minutes later, and said, “Hi. Pardon me for throwing up on your clean green grass. Please don’t mind me. I’m Emily. Oh, and I’d like to tell my story.” “Wait. I’m Jessie, and I would like to write it down, so please wait while I get my notebook and pen,” I said. I ran back inside and got my purple panda notebook and pen off the desk and returned back outside. “Ready, Emily,” I said. “I was in my boat my great-grandfather made. I was in the ocean, and rowing. Then came a monster wave, and my boat and I went flying into your tree here. Upside-down. So I was in there, in it, and I had lost my paddle. And then you, Jessie, came outside, and then someone called the fire department, so I was relieved,” Emily said. I wrote all of that down. It took two pages. After that my mom and Dad went back to unloading the truck, and the firemen left, which left Emily and I. Emily was really wet. “So, um, you want some dry clothes? You seem my size,” I said. “You can come in too. Let’s go.” Emily and I walked inside. I got my dress and leggings for Emily, and a towel. “Would you like some soda or water or juice?” I asked. “Soda, please,” Emily said. I handed Emily a coca cola. Then Emily set down her soda and went to change. When she came back, she said, “you know I’ve got to go home, right?” “Why couldn’t you stay the night tonight, Emily?” I asked. “I got to go home, my mom’s waiting,” Emily said. “We’ve got a dock. I’ll walk you there,” I volunteered. Emily agreed. We got my dad to get her boat down and make her a new paddle. Mom and Dad came too. “Down to the dock we go-ooo!” my dad sang.

At the dock, Emily set the boat in the water and carefully got in it. She got her paddle and paddled away. We waved. Emily turned and waved back.

I will never forget that summer. I put pictures of every summer here, now, in an album. I really miss Emily. 

The End

The Manta

Oh my gosh! I was in Sea world! I was in San Diego, a very hot place. I was with my cousins, Maggie, Evelyn, and Finley, and my brother, Caden, and my parents at Sea world. We had just arrived at Sea world a little while ago, and had already gone on some rides. "Let's go on the Manta," suggested Mom. "Um, what's that?" I asked. "I'm not sure. But i know it is a roller coster. But, even though you haven't ever been on one, Laina, i am sure you'll like it," Mom said. I decided to go, and all of us headed toward the Manta. It took a while, because Sea world is so big, but we found it. "Daddy, I'm not so sure i want to do this," I said nervously. "Oh, come on, it'll be fun," dad said. "All right." I pull dad up the way to the Manta. We go on. I sit next to dad, and took of my foot-flops off and sat on them for safety of them flying off. I sat in a seat, quivering. I held dad's hand tightly. A person came around and put down our harnesses. "We are going to go," a voice said out of a speaker. We slowly moved. Then we moved faster. "Be ready, there might be a drop," dad said. Oh, no, I thought. We went faster. Then we went really fast, and started the ride. Oh my god...why did i ever do this? I think. There was no drop, thankfully. The ride went real fast, and for some seconds i couldn't breath. The ride ended a minute or so later, and i got off, shaking. The people had took a picture of each row, and i saw myself and dad, and i looked so scared. I laughed i looked so funny. Maggie and Evelyn liked it so much they went on it ten times more in a row. Personally, i did NOT like the manta. Maybe i'll go on it again...someday later...like in a million years.

A new place

¡Hola, amigo! I am in Chile, an awesome place. I live here in chile, in fact. I was born in Chile. My mother was. So was father. So was Jessie, my best friend but also my sister. I have decided now that i am 21, i am going to see the U.S. I am going to take Jessie, i would miss her too much if i don't. I have learned enough english, but people say half of the people there speak spanish. English is a hard language. Not to people who know English. I tell mother and father, and decide to leave the next day. Jessie and i pack that night. The next morning, we drive to the airport and board the plane. At 8 p.m., we are in Washington, and it is vary cold here. I do not think i needed to bring my swimsuit."Malory!" Jessie calls when we get off the plane. "¡Espera!" "Espera" means wait in spanish. I wait in the airport. I speak to Jessie in English, just to practice. "Let's get a taxi and go to our hotel," I say. "Si," Jessie says. A taxi picks us up and drives us to our hotel. "So, where do you come from?' the taxi driver asks. "Oh, chile," i say. "Cool," the taxi driver says. "My name is Max. What is yours?" "Oh, i'm Malory, and this is Jessie," I say. "¡Hola!" Jessie said. "Hola a ti, Jessie," Max says. We arrive at our hotel room at nine. "Goodnight," i say to Jessie. "Si," Jessie yawns.

In the morning, Jessie and i go to Qodoba, a nice place. i have fried egg with salad and Jessie has a hamburger. I think we ate well there. Best place i ever been to. Sad that we have to leave today, Jessie and i visit the space needle. It is amazing. Better than Chile. Later, we board the plane again. Then we arive in chile and drive to our house again. In my bed in chile, i dream about what i had seen in washington. The space needle. Qodoba...

I am glad i was there. I think Jessie liked it there, too.
The end

just a chip

I am only a plain juanita chip. A yummy, salty, juanita chip. A very pointy chip. Wish I were saltyer. This note i am writing to my friend, sun chips, with some salt i found,  and this is it;

Dear Sun chip,
 I am writing this will salt, which may fall of as i send you it. You see, sun chip, (actually, you can't see: there is nothing to see) i have found a jar of pepper, and each peice is talking, and i only can listen to one pepper grind at a time. I need your help, sun chips, to bring some more potable ears for me...NOW, PLEASE! Sincerely, Juanita chip.

My note, of course, may have not been usefull, and i do not think it was, because later, Sun chips wrote back and said; Dear Juanita chip,
 I am afraid i have no potable ears. I am much more wise than you, you don't even know there is no such thing as potable ears. I will see you in a day, and teach you. You have a lot to learn. From, Sun chip.

I think i will take a break from Sun chip, who says he is much more "wiser" than dear ol' me. I think i'll hide. Hey, i'm smarter than i think i am! i think. I hop on my point off the counter, towrd a room, but then i freeze and fall down. There is somebody in the room. I help myself up and hop to another room. The walls are pink, the bed is pink, come to think of it, everything is pink! I go in the pink room. "Guakkkkk!" I say. I have not seen such a girlyish room. I hide in the closet, and admire everything. Even the clothes are pink. Even the shades are pink! "Ahh! I know just what i'm going to do!" I say. I go out of the room and up on the counter again. I am going to teach sun chip about the girl's room. I am going to teach him about the color pink! I think. Just then, the dad comes into the kitchen, and says, "Oh, a chip, hmm!" and eats me. All my memories, plans...are down the drain! i think. Sun chip will never see me again. Oh, no! I suddenly die. Bye! World! I think as i die and get chewed. 

Later, the next day, Sun chip came, and  couldn't find me, so went back to his home and wrote me a letter, but i never wrote back, so he figured i was dead. A month later, sun chip got eaten, too.
 The end

Sicking

“Morletta!” my father screeched. “Yes,” Mother said, more calm than father was. “Our baby…stolen…right under…my…nose,” father shivered in fear. It was day, still, and I was still awake, listening to my parents’ conversation. “Oh, no, not Sicking,” Mother cried. Sicking is my younger brother. “Those snakes!” mother tried to calm herself down. “Please not be eaten, little Sicking,” prayed father. I was getting tired of listening of them. Soon I fell asleep, and the next time I woke up, it was night. Owls are nocturnal. And we’re owls. Mother and father and I gathered around in our nest. “Sicking has been stolen,” father said. “I heard, father,” I said. “I see, young one, we must go hunting, but tonight, you not to be with us. You gourd the nest from those snakes,” mother said and sighed. “I don’t want you eaten.” “But, mother, the snakes cannot eat me. Only eagles,” I said. “Then watch out for eagles, too,” father said. We did not know, but miles away, an eagle was watching us with the sharp eyes they had. When mother and father left for hunting, that eagle that had been watching us swooped down, and put me into its sharp nails and flew away with me. I tried to yell, but no sound came out. The eagle took me to its nest, where more baby eagles were. As soon as the eagle set me down, I tried to fly away. I could not. The eagle saw me and gave me such a look. I hate eagles! Mother and father came back, a while later, and soon discovered I was gone. “Goodness,” mother gasped. Father groaned. “Oh, that was the only other one we had!” cried mother. I knew that mother and father were very worried. Days passed. I never got eaten. Each day, a hole in my heart grew even bigger. I thought I would never see Sicking or mother or father again. On a Friday night, when the eagles were sleeping, I saw a shadow that looked like an owls come down to me and say, “Curloty, I’m Sicking. I know mother and father were very worried about the two of us. While I was gone, I learned to fly. C’mon, let’s go home.” “Sicking?” I whispered. “Yes, we must go,” Sicking said. It amazed me how Sicking learned to fly. I made sure the eagle was asleep, and very quietly, Sicking and I snuck away and flew back to the nest where Mother was crying, father was moaning, but when we came down, mother shouted, “Sicking! Curloty! Honeys! Oh, oh, we missed you!” “We figured,” I muttered. “Sicking, did you learn how to fly?” father asked. “Yes,” Sicking said. “And, Curtoly, you almost got eaten!” cried mother. “I’m just glad we’re all together,” Sicking said. “I tried to fly one night, when you were out hunting, but I dropped instead, and I stayed down there for days, till I taught myself to fly.” Mother kissed us both.

The end

Robyn & Laina joint story

There once was the day that Sara Kinber and I had a big, horrible fight. And it was all Jason Ki’s fault. It started one day when Jason ran up behind Sara and hit her as he went by.  I was walking close to her and she thought it was me that hit her.  She turned around and gave me an aggravated look before stomping off to her classroom.  “But Sara....” I called after her. In the classroom, I say to Sara, “Sar-a! It wasn’t me, I swear!” “Well, goody two-shoes, mind your beeswax, nobody else cares for it,” Sara argues. She stomps off. “Why, Sara, aren’t you a little grouch, today, aren’t you?” Madeline asks. Madeline is always after Sara. She pretty much hates me. But adores meanie-Sara. Why doesn’t Sara believe me? If I had done it, it was only a hit. It didn’t matter.  I realized then and there that I could only control how I dealt with the situation and my feelings. I couldn’t control Sara or her feelings or how she reacted.  I also couldn’t control what Madeline did.  Since I knew I was right and I hadn’t hit Sara I decided I was just going to not worry about it.  So that is what I did.  Even though Sara was giving me mean looks across the classroom and Madeline was gloating about Sara being mad at me, I just ignored them both.  I didn’t let myself feel bad or worried about it.  During recess time it took a lot of bravery but I asked two girls from another class if I could play with them.  To my surprise, I had a lot of similar interests with them and we had a great recess together, maybe my best recess ever. We agreed to meet up at the bars for the afternoon recess. One girl was named Emily, and the other one was Rachel. I was still annoyed with Sara after lunch. At afternoon recess, Emily yells for me to come. “Umm…sorry, Julie, but I’m playing with Madeline. But you can play with Rachel,” Emily says. I stomp over to Rachel. “Madeline-I hate her! She’s taken away Sara and Emily!” I say to Rachel. “I know, Julie, but who is Sara, anyway?” Rachel asks. I explain. “…And now she plays with Madeline, and blames me, though it was Jason!”  Rachel nods. “Emily has always wanted Madeline to be her friend. She will play with Madeline any time she can. Even if she has to miss my birthday,” Rachel says. “I guess that is just how Emily is,” I said. “Rachel, I know you and Emily have been friends since preschool, and it must be hard for you. It’s hard for me, too, with Sara.”   I shook my head to clear it of all the emotion I was feeling.  I said, “You know what? It doesn’t really matter.  Let’s go play!”  we ran, whooping and hollering and giggling all the way down the hill.  We were having so much fun laughing and playing with each other that the other girls noticed.  They came over to us and said, “Can we play with you guys?”  My first instinct was to say no because I was still annoyed and mad at them but then I thought to myself how much easier and better it would be if I could just put everything behind me. "Uh...well, okay," I say. I felt glad to know that Sara was behind me. "Let's play tag!" I yell. "Rachel's it! Base is the nearest tree!" All the girls and I scream and run in opposite directions. Rachel tags Madeline, and she screams, "My nail! It broke!" All the other girls laugh and head for home base. Madeline runs after me, than Emily, then Rachel, and tags Sara. Sara tags me. Then the bell rings. I tag Emily on the way to line. I fell closer to Madeline today. Sara and i go to the bathroom. "Julie," Sara says. "Uh-huh?" "Sorry." "Whatever for?" I say. "Everything," Sara looks at her shoes.  "oh no problem," I say breezily.  I realize I am telling the truth too.  It really wasn't a problem because of my mind set toward the whole thing.  I tried not to let it bother me so it didn't.  I thought to myself about how everything worked out so much better for me that I didn't dwell on my friend being upset.  I got to make new friends and because of me, my friends were all friends too. I had some of the most fun recesses ever and I was looking forward to having so many friends to play with every recess.  I smiled even bigger at Sara, who was still looking at her shoes.  "Really, " I said, "it was NO problem at all.

It seems as if nothing ever happend with Sara and I. We punished Jason, and still played with Madeline and Emily and Rachel. 

The End