Left Behind

"Sleep tight little child while I kill your parents."

It all began on December 25,1989 when I was picked off the shelf  and brought home to some little snot nose kid who does not deserve me, but oh well.
I was wrapped up and put inside a little box in until the next day on what they called Christmas.
As the little kids ran down the stairs and looked at all the presents, I was the first to be opened.
  They were so astonished they opened me and played with me right away.

Forgetting all the other presents, they went up stairs and played. It was so fun. They  ate with me and had tea parties  and Evan dressed me up in cute little outfits. One day when they went to the park and we had so much fun playing on the swings and the slide.

When they left, I had realized that they had LEFT ME BEHIND!
At first I thought that they  would realize I was gone and come back,but NO, THEY LEFT AND NEVER CAME BACK!
And ever since that day I have been going from house to house killing little children and their parents.

          "Ooo mom, can I get this one? It's so pretty."
           "No, why don't you just wait till Christmas to get presents and who knows Santa may get you your doll."
           "But I can't wait that long."
            "Yes, you can. Christmas is three days away."

            "Ok,ok I can wait."
             "Well, let's go and get you home before it gets dark and you catch a cold."
             "Ok,Mommy."


They drove home then the mother put the little girl to bed. And she waited till she fell asleep  then she went to the store. Her mom picked  me off the shelf and wrapped me up put me under the Christmas tree. The next day I would be opened.
so I waited until  the next day when I would be opened and played.
As the little girl ran down the stairs and got to the presents, of course she opened me first. It's  like little children had  this sense that attached them to me all the time .

   " Oh it's beautiful,  Mommy, I love it."
     " Good, I was hoping you would ."

Things To Put In A Bagette

Food, pearls, mini glass figurines, string, buttons, dry macaroni, small candies, nacho cheese, trash, teeth, other bagettes, contact lenses, paper, condensed milk, keychains, memories, your soul, marbles, broken bird bones, Cheez-Itz, mini pencils, miniature voodoo dolls, miniature replica weapons, antique photos of your grandmother, gold fish, eyeballs, hair, ear, snow flakes, Kool-Aid powder

Disclaimer: We are reffering to plastic bagettes, not baguettes.

Things that I hate:

 . the word "MOIST"

. spicy mustard

. broccoli

. people that go four miles an hour on the high way

. people that get 1 inch away and say, " I'm not touching you"

. people that can't get over them selves and walk threw life thinking the world revolves around them. like ha I've got news for you: " IT DOESN'T"

. when someone dabs and thinks they are all that and a bag of chips

. when I walk by the bathroom and hear, " I'm going for distance" its like eewwwww and none cared in the first place you wacko

. when people call me honey

. people being in a group project not doing anything, then blaming me

. the sound of people chewing

. the color pink

. losing an argument

. having homework on the week end or over break

. Gateway Elementary 

. annoying orange

. sexist comments by men

Ski Cooper

On Febuary 11, 2017, I went on a school sking trip. I had to wake up at 4:45 in the morning to be at the high school by 5:30. We stopped in Johnsonville at the halfway point. When we got to Cooper, it was alot smaller than I thought it would be. But on the plus side, it was easy to find friends if you have lost them, going down a slope. My best friend and I were together the whole time. On our first ski trip we had to take lessons because we had never been skiing before. One of the teachers signed a paper saying that my friend could leave whenever, but on my paper I couldn't. So she and I waited there for one and a half hours, for the teacher to come and check me out. Soon came lunch and my friend and I got two little chicken nuggets, and a little container of Apple sauce! We were STARVING! By the time the teacher came to let us out, we had an hour and a half to ski on our own! That sucked. But anyway, my friend and I went down our very first black slope at Cooper. It was great. We had a plan to stop halfway through our skiing time to go eat, but we just kept on skiing. I started to get hungry, and I looked at a clock and it was about time to go! So we went down the main slope. We then found out that a boy had broken his wrist, and a girl fractured her shoulder. The bus that I was on had to get her from the hospital, but she was fine. The way back went really fast, and in no time we were back at the high school at about six or seven. I can't wait for the next ski trip coming up in a couple of weeks!

Tiny trump

The scary day at school

     Today was a great day! I went to school, I got all my work done, and after school I went to art class. It was so much fun! We got to draw and make portraits. At prime time it was very scary. It's a story no one can understand. I went to use the bathroom and then I washed my hands. People say in fourth grade that there are ghosts in the middle stall, but I don't believe that because I don't believe in ghosts. I heard a noise right after I flushed the toilet. It was loud and I was confused. So I thought to myself, "Is it true?" Is there really a ghost? I screamed in my head and ran out of the bathroom like it was haunted! I couldn't believe it! I couldn't focus in math because I was way too scared about the haunted elementary bathroom! I talked to my aunt and she couldn't believe it! Was I hearing things? No way! I had to do something. So I talked to my friends. They finally had a plan.


              Part Two coming soon!

Rock life

I am just a rock
I have been through much.
Sometimes I get tired
of the daily repeat of my life.
So much to experience
So much to explore
So much to wonder
But only to find
I am too heavy for the wind to blow,
Too ugly to be turned into art,
Too dirty to be given as a gift,
So I will remain as a rock
And make the most of my rock life.

The date to the dance ( part 1 )

You're in language arts reading your book. You glance up from your book, and all you see is Jacob (your crush) looking at you. You quickly look back at your book. The bell rings and you pop out of your chair and get your things ready to go to lunch. You are walking to the door, and Jacob is standing in the doorway. The first thing that pops in your head is the dance this Friday. He slips a piece of paper in your binder, which you are holding in your arms. Opening the sticky note, you read it and it says meet me in the gym by the bleachers. You quickly head to your locker to put your things away. You slowly walk to the gym where he is waiting. As you are walking to the gym your friend,Vanessa, grabs you by the arm and takes you to the girl's locker room.

"Please help me. I need you to help me. I need help on a math test," Vanessa whined.

"Ok, I can't help you right now," I said.

 "Why?" Vanessa asked.

 Pulling out the note, you explained what happened.

"Ok," Vanessa said as she was pushing you out of the locker room into the gym.

You see Jacob sitting on the bleachers. You walk over to him.

"Hi," Jacob said.

"Hi. What did you want to talk to me about?" I asked.

"Umm, I was wondering if you would like to go to the dance with me?"

"Ya, I would like to go to the dance with you."

" But I".............   TO BE CONTINUED

The Flight

  "Air France 147, give takeoff code."

"T-I-T-A-N-I-C-9-5"

"Air France 147, Clear for takeoff."

"Copy that, pushing throttle." First officer, Han Anderson, was an experienced pilot, 600 hours in the air. His leader and captain, Anton Akse, was very new to flying, but was an amazing captain. This is the story of their journey on board 147, Air France, heading for Dallas.

"25, 60, 75, and... 80. Rotate." The captain slowly pushed back on the controller, lifting the nose in the air. No lift.

'Dim cabin lights," the control center of the aircraft was pitch black. "Much better, but why aren't we lifting. Put flaps to ten degrees" Han Anderson lifted the flaps, and intently, the giant Type 2 Bombarder lifted off the ground.

"Air France, 147, tune heading 198, and bring her up to 25,000." This call from the air traffic controller was the last communication these pilot would have from the outside world for a while.

"Ladies and gentlemen, welcome on board Air France, 147 to Dallas. It will be a long one with a total estimated time of 9 hours and 30 minuets." It was a terrible day to be flying, lighting blasting, dark as ever,  poring down rain, and the turbulance was terrible as ever.

"Thank goodness we are on board the sturdiest and safest plane in the industry." Mentioned Captain Akse.

"Your telling me," the first officer responded, "25,000, I'm putting autopilot on." The long flight to Dallas was a routine flight, besides from the fact of the lighting, turbulence, and unbelievable wind.

2 hours in...

"Captain, we have a problem," stated first officer Anderson across the pitch black cabin, "The wind has been blowing at 300 miles per hour for the last hour. We are most definitely off cou—"

"Remember what we are in the cockpit of. This plane has the autopilot to keep us on course with these winds for many days."

3 hours in...

Crack! There was a loud rumbling over the aircraft.

"We are losing altitude,  we might end up in the atlantic" The alarm blazed in the cockpit.

"We have been struck by lighting! Im not sure what it did but we are going down. Once again Captain Akse knew his aircraft. He pushed some flips and switches. The under-nose part of the aircraft opened up, and switch controlled thrusters shot down. The thrusters launched out fire and propelled the nose up.

"Type 2 Bombrader, we can't go down" the calm voice of the Captain soothed the first officer.

4 hours in... 

The pilots were unaware, but the systems of the type 2 Bombarder were failing. The auto pilot, the ILS landing systems, and the heading system were all down. By the time the pilots saw the auto pilot were dow, they were 400 feet from the atlantic.

''Why are the systems failing, this is supposed to be a safe plane!" While the systems of the aircraft were destroyed, the auto pilot did do one thing for the pilots. The ILS heading systems is trained to find ground, not water, to land in. The aircraft smashed, scratched and on fire, into the iceberg.

Mourning

Mourning,

Blessed yet cursed with the horrendous job
of dwelling on the memories of purity 
woven into a lattice of grief. 

Placed upon a web of pearls and wire, doused
in reflective light that glares onto the walls
filling each surface with patterns. 

Each breath taken is heavy and pained, yet 
brings the lungs euphoria and the sense 
of purity.

Your heart burns, 
with each thump, throb and pulse bringing 
a light crackle to the ear.

Doused in salt and anguish, 
drenched in tears and fear. 

A hunger to devour ones own heart 
develops, it grows like a cancer. 

Left with nothing but

Mourning.

 

Skiing

   On February 18, 2017, I went skiing with my friend and her family. I had to sign up for the lessons because it was my very first time skiing. Before we left we got all of my stuff and then on our way up to her house to get their stuff we stopped at the gas station. We went to the gas station because we wanted a few snacks for the car ride because it was about two hours. Then we went to go get the rest of their stuff, but her dad was not ready quite yet, so we just went to Wendy's to get dinner. We were done eating and we went back to the house, packed up everything and we were on the road!

   The whole car ride I was in pain because I had just gotten my braces tightened and I had sore on my lip. Finally, we arrived at the hotel we were staying at and unloaded everything, got our swimming suits on and went swimming. We went to the pool, then didn't want to swim, so we got into the hottub. Then we got to hot, so we went to the pool and swam for a bit. Later, we went to our room and took a shower, braided our hair, and went to bed.

   We woke up the next morning got all our layers on and we went to eat breakfast at "Pancake House!" Afterwards, we were on the road to the ski resort. It was about a 30-40 minute drive to Monarch.

   When we got there I had to take the lessons and that was so boring because before the lessons her mom showed me the main stuff on "The Bunny Slope." The whole time I was kinda being a "show off."

   Finally, the lessons were over and I actually got to ski by myself  with my friend! We went down green and blue slopes. I also went through the trees! That was fun,  but very hard and I fell ALOT!

   All in all, the ski trip was amazing and I had a lot of fun...thank you for taking me!

Bathroom Breaks for Dogs!

Did you know airports are making bathrooms for dogs?
As of August, 2016, federal regulation requires airports that service more than one hundred thousand passangers a year to establish at least one relief area for service animals inside each terminal.
The bathroom has to be wheelchair accessible and close to airline gates.
An inside dog bathroom has fake grass and a fire hydrant.
An outside dog bathroom has fake grass, a fenced in area, and a fire hydrant.

I think this idea of bathrooms for dogs is a great idea, because dog owners don't have to stress about getting off the plane and going outside to let the dog get air, potty, and run. Then running back to your airline gate. This takes off more stress from dog owners, because you can walk to a dog bathroom and walk straight back to your gate without a hassle.
 http://www.foxnews.com/travel/2016/05/01/animals-get-to-use-their-own-bathrooms-at-jfk-airport.html
http://www.usatoday.com/story/travel/flights/todayinthesky/2016/04/29/jfk-airport-dog-pet-relief-area/83653984/
Click here to see where these bathrooms are being installed!
http://petfriendlytravel.com/airports

Claustrophobia

The crowd, struck with grief, watched as my polished coffin was settled six feet under. My inheritors babble while watching the dirt begin to pile atop the tan surface. They didn't know. I didn't either, until it was too late.

My eyes crack open, my mouth dry and the atmosphere thick. I pull my head up and my neck is stiff. Blam! I feel a bruise begin to form on my forehead. It was so terrifyingly dark. I feel my chest heave as the hyperventilating commences.

"Hello? Hello!?" I wail. I begin to scream and kick, the confined walls trapping me. The air thickens and I panic more. I feel around. The velvety case is softly caressing my back. Racking my brain I think of what had happened.

"Where am I?" The question freely escapes my lips, "Who am I? What's happening?" I inwardly cringe at my hoarse voice and the raw feeling bubbling up in my throat. My thoughts darken as I think of the horrific thriller movies I've watched.

Kidnaped? No, no. A killer thought dawns upon me.

I've been buried alive. I feel my chest rise and fall at a much quicker rate.

"Help! God, someone! Anyone! Please," my voice cracks and I tremble. My screaming and quick breath intakes makes the air feel thicker as dread grabs my intestines and curls it into a tight knot. The air was running low. I was going to suffocate. I jut my legs up kicking the roof of the casket, I had to break free. I don't wanna die. Bile rises up into my mouth and I cover my lips so I don't vomit. It's too thick to break.

I'm going to die. This can't be happening. This never happens. I've been so lucky. Bad things don't happen to me. I stare blankly into the eternal darkness, sobs crawling out of my mouth like cockroaches. I mutter prayers, but I know it's over. I can barely get wind inside of me.  My panic attack wasted so much precious air. I hate myself, my family. Why did they get this kind of thick wood, the wood that would encase me for centuries to come. The air becomes even denser and I feel myself choke slightly. The walls feel like they collapsed on me as every breath I have ever took in my whole life is strangled from me. I feel my arms mindlessly push the walls, trying to make the walls back away. Give me space to move and gulp down as much oxygen as my dying lungs could ever wish for. I took the ability to breathe for granted. My eyes go wide and I let out one final gasp. One final plead. My last words...

"Help... me..."

The world spirals into a meaningless pit of blankness.




Claustrophobia- the irrational fear of being in a confined space.

Fantasy Novel Chapter 2

Welcome back guys. I've been working on this while still waiting for comment on Silvius' story. You can find it here: Silvius' Story.  If you want to read the first chapter of this Fantasy novel here: Fantasy Novel Chapter 1. Thank you and enjoy.
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Gadyar and Ed walked into the corner and started conversing. Zane couldn’t hear what they said, but he got the feeling that it wasn’t good. After a while, they came back and took him upstairs like nothing happened. They entered a big, empty room. That’s when it happened again. He had a flashback to his dreams. They were going to do a test of magical ability. This must have been what the conversation was about.

“We’re going to test you for magical ability,” Gadyar said, right on cue. “This normally doesn’t happen, but because of your performance in the vision, we think it’s necessary. If you pass this test, you will forgo all others.”

“What will we do?” Zane asked even though he had a good idea already.

“You will lie down on the ground and focus on a weapon of your choice. It can look like whatever you want and be whatever type of weapon you want. If you are magical enough, then the weapon will appear and never leave your side. Half wizards are rare, so a summoning hasn’t happened in over a millenia. However, you will still be trained with this weapon, and will never use any other.”

Zane followed the instructions as the dream faded from his memory. When he attempted to picture the weapon however, he was at a loss. He tried to remember what he pictured in the dream, but he couldn’t. He had no training in fighting whatsoever, so he had no preference. He decided he would just close his eyes and let the image come to him. Numerous images flashed through his mind, but none seemed right. Until a image of a highly ordained sword appeared. It was made of a shiny metal that he intuitively knew to be stronger than any mortal one. The hilt was inlayed with all sorts of gems. He got the feeling that this was an ancient weapon designed for him specifically. Suddenly, he heard a voice in his head.

“You can sense the power?” The voice intruded. It sounded more ancient and wise than anything he had ever heard. He didn’t want to speak aloud, so he attempted to answer with his mind.

“Yes,” he thought, and was startled when the voice answered.

“I thought you might. I sent this image of the blade to you to see if you could recognize it. The tests Gadyar had planned for you will prove nothing if you can produce this blade. It has been lost to the ages for uncountable eons. Since before the great war. You must focus on the image, and then say the words I send to your head. Understood?”

“Yes, but who or what are you?”

“I can’t tell you now, but all will be revealed in due time. After Gadyar accepts you, you will go to train with the soilders. I will tell you what to do from there when I contact you again.”

Suddenly, the presence vanished. Zane was left with only the image and the words, alva cal. He attempted to follow the instructions, so he focused on the image until he could resolve it in great detail. The hilt was carved with engravings of dragons. The blade itself had ilegible characters older than time itself. He felt the power of the blade rush through him as he spoke the words.

“Alva cal”

His eyes snapped open against his own discretion. A blinding light flashed through the room. The light went out. The only thing left in the room, was the sword and Zane. He looked around, but saw no one. He was quite startled, but shook it off, walked over, and picked up the sword. He felt the incredible power of the sword wash through him once again. He got the feeling that he shouldn’t carry the sword out in the open, so he sheathed it. He walked over to the door, but before he could reach it, Gadyar walked in. Gadyar failed to notice him, and walked into the room along with Ed.

“Where did he go?” Gadyar asked.

“The magic might have ate away at his body completely,” Ed responded.

“Well, I guess that means no cleanup.”

“Yea, but I had such high hopes that he would be the one.”

That’s when Zane walked out from behind the door.

“What are you guys talking about?” he asked.

“What are you doing here?! We thought you died. It’s been over a day.”

“What do you mean. I pictured the weapon, and summoned it.”

“The feat of magic must have drained you, but if you summoned it, then let us see it.”

Zane set his hand on the hilt of the sword, and once again felt the power rush through him. He drew the blade.

“Is that—”

“It is.”

“But it can’t be. That weapon is just a legend.”

“You said I could picture whatever weapon I wanted.”

“Yes, but...but let me hold it. Verify its authenticity.”

Zane sensed that Gadyar had bad intentions, and allowing the blade to enter his hands would be a bad idea.

“I’m afraid I can’t do that,” Zane said.

“Why not. I am the one who will host you. Train you. It would be common courtesy!”

The voice came to him again. All time froze, and he was left with only the voice.  “I was wondering when you would wake up. It has been a day as they said. You must not allow Gadyar to get the weapon at all costs. He will use it to take over all of Algasia. I can’t believe I didn’t see if before. A dark power has corrupted his mind, and he will stop at nothing to win. He is the great evil you have come here to destroy. Take Ed. He swore an oath to protect you, and he will. You must learn how to use the sword. As I’m sure you guessed, it is not an ordinary sword. You must figure out most of the secrets yourself, but I will tell you this. The sword will guide your movements, and requires very little training. Let it take hold when you fight, but maintain power over it or you will corrupt. Now I will unfreeze time. You must seek me at the castle you saw in the vision. Ed will know how to get there. Now go.”

Time snapped back. Gadyar started getting more and more angry.

“Give me the sword!” he yelled.

Zane charged at him and slashed. He felt the sword guiding his movements as the voice had said. But Gadyar seemed invincible. He would not go down. Zane gave up with the fruitless attempt, and snatched Ed.

“Go, GO!” he screamed.

He led Ed outside the house, where they were greeted by a group of soldiers. Zane attacked with the sword like there was no tomorrow. He slashed, stabbed, parried, and dodged. The soldiers put up little resistance. Zane and Ed ran out of the town and down the road. They didn’t stop until they reached the cover of the forest.

“What happened?” Ed asked, gasping for breath.

“Gadyar has been possessed. He is the evil I am hear to fight. He wanted the blade. We need to get to the castle.”

“You’ll have to be more specific.”

“The one we saw in the vision. Someone there contacted me, and told me to come there. They also told me about this sword, and Gadyar.”

“Okay. Now calm down. We can make camp here for the night, and continue to the castle in the morning. I will also try to train you in magic as we travel, but for now, have a good night’s sleep. You’ll need it.”

Zane made a bed out of some pine needles lying nearby and was soon asleep.

School Days

                                                                  🤗PART ONE 🤗

Trista: Hey guys, what did you all do this weekend?

Austen: Well, I fractured my shoulder!

Heaven: Oh, trying to be cool again!

Austen: Oh well... Um... You have so much acne on your face that I thought it was connect the dots!

Rick: Ooooo he told you!

Heaven: Oh, you are done for. I am going to shove your foot down your throat!

(Heaven pins Austen down and bends him backwards)

Trista: You guys...(Trista and Rick peel Heaven off of Austen)... Are like brother and sisters!

Heaven: Oh no! He would be long gone from this earth if he lived with me!

Austen: Whatever!

Rick: Anyways, I heard that there was a new kid coming to school.

Trista: I hope that it is a girl. We need more girls in our group!

Austen: UMMM, NO! It's going to be a boy, one who isn't scared to get in trouble or do pranks (Fake cough) cough cough Rick cough cough!

Rick: What are you talking about! I'm not scared to get in trouble or do pranks!

Heaven: Oh really! What about the time when we told you to put your sisters hand in hot water and you didn't do it because you said you were too scared to get in trouble, or the time when we dared you to talk to your crush! Or the time when...

Rick: OK OK.... I get it, I get it.

Trista: Again brother and sister!

Austen: RRRRRRIIIIIIIIINNNNNNNNNGGGGG! (He screams)

Trista: What the heck are you doing?

(Bell Rings)


By:Wolfegirl102 and Pamela.MOg.L


                                                🤗PART TWO COMMING SOON!🤗

Making decisions

When making decisions, I am not the best.
 When I need to choose something such as food, clothes, etc.-
 What I usually do is I

pick two things,
                           check the prices,
                                                           and choose the cheapest one.


I like to do that so my mom won't get angry.
 But when there are more than two, that's a different story.
 Having more than 10, that's a nightmare.
 When people see me they think, what a strange, strange kid.

ISLAM POEM

My people 

do not dwell 

on the past.

 Some of our people will fall

into the 

blackness 

and they will feel shame 

in their 

remorse and the 

rest will forever die 

           

           A

              L

                  O
                     N

                        E

I love this world i am in right now. I hear trees shaking and water poring. I can see rocks people and homes. I WONDERED can i go to a another world.