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“Yay!” they all shouted. “We are free!”

“We are,” said the big fish. “Now, let us play jazz!” They pulled out their instruments and started to play.

Five hours later, the man returned home. He unlocked the door, and dropped all of his things, shocked at what he saw. There were fish, playing jazz, on his floor.

The big fish said, “You like jazz?”

“Not in the mood Sam”. I answered.

“Wanna hang out later?” He asked.

“NO! Please just go, I’m not in the mood!” I replied.

“Geez alright…” He said. Once the light turned green he left and I continued on my way home. 

“Great. Not only did I get fired but I lost my best friend.” I told myself. Of course, it was my fault but I didn’t mean anything I said. I had just blurted out random things because I was mad at my boss, Jake. Once I got home I entered my home and noticed I had forgotten my keys at work. The anger inside my body rose and I was ready to punch myself in the face. I had to climb through my window. As soon as I got in I rushed to my room and laid in bed. In front of me was a table with a broken light connected to a cable on the wall. There was also a chair next to a bookshelf. I got on my phone only to notice that my friend, Sam, had blocked me. “THAT'S IT!” I screamed. I grabbed the chair and threw it at the light. The light broke and the table fell on the floor with the chair. I was sweating profusely and my eyes were filled with tears. The room fell dull and felt boring. I was done with life. Everything had gone wrong today. I got fired from my job, my room is now a mess and filled with tears, and I had lost my one friend I had. Life was now pointless.

 “Boy! What are you doing? The castle entrance is absolutely forbidden.” Louis turns back around, slumps, and is feeling gloomy as his adventure is being stopped. Still full of curiosity, he decides to start digging in the ground with a nearby shovel he found lying on the ground. Surely there are underground chambers to the castle, I’ll just start digging, he thought to himself. While he was digging, he stumbled across a gnome, that didn’t look exactly like a gnome. The gnome had a small hat, and a pointy nose, and was a tiny bit taller than regular gnomes. 

 “Where are you going?” the gnome questioned.

 “The castle,” Louis replied.

 “Well, I will go with you!”

 “Ok.” Louis skeptically replied. Louis and the gnome were set on the adventure to the castle. It took a few days, but the gnome always brought extra food with him so they stayed full. After all that digging and talking they made it to the secret entrance of the castle. They soon realized that they were in the underground chambers which rarely anyone goes in. As they approached several corridors, they saw one particularly peculiar. It had a door at the end of it that was made out of thousands and thousands of gems. They turn the knob and see something extraordinary…


My writing style: I think I have a narrative writing style. A narrative writing style includes fiction and I like to write fiction stories. For example, I included in my story, "He spawns in a magical forest where the trees talk, there are gnomes all around, and most importantly, the castle that entrance is prohibited." Narrative styles can also include fanciful events that can't happen, which I think is interesting to write about. 

“That’s right everybody, by John D. Kehleer,” Exclaimed the auction man, “Last existing one”

“Well, what’s the starting bid then?” A man in a pink three-piece suit asked.

“Ah, well, it’s only $127 million,”

“That’s it for the only one in the world?” A woman in a dark blue suit asked.

“Wait, so there’s two in the world? What about the one at B.A.N.N. International Museum?” The man in the pink suit asked.

“No, B.A.N.N. shut down last May because the Feds said they can’t keep it open. They said it was at too high risk of robbery.”

“$127.5 million!” A man in a black tuxedo yelled.

“$127.5 million! Anything higher?” The auction man asked the crowd.

*Bang! Bang! Bang!* “FBI open up!” The man through the door yelled. The security guards pulled the fire alarm and the fire escape door opened and the auction man made a run for it. “You thought we didn’t think of that?!” The FBI Agent yelled as burst through the door and the security guards came down with it.

“Ahhh!” all the guests were screaming and yelling and running around like crazy.

“You guys are all fine. Get out the door though now!” The FBI Agent said.

Moments later…

Weeeee Woooooo! Weeeee Woooooo! “That auction guy was a robber and he stole the John D. Kelheer painting,” Another FBI Agent explained to the crowd of people who were at the auction.

My writing is realistic. It's realistic because the people and actions explained are reasonable and could happen in real life. For example, "A man in a pink three-piece suit" is possibly someone you would see at an auction.

 One day on a very scary and cold night A man named Bill was really mad that he lost a bet for the Cleveland Browns that was a $500 dollar bet and he got so angry he was destroying his whole house. At one point while he was having his tantrum he went outside and threw a chair in the air and hit a bird. The bird crashed to the ground and died. The other birds got together and flew in and painted  his son, Andrew's bedroom wall with birds all over and hid there. When Bill walked into Andrew's room he was so infuriated  about the birds mocking him that he moved Andrew's bed outside while he was sleeping. When Andrew woke up Bill  told him everything that happened.   The birds took over the house and Bill and Andrew had to move to a different state. When they bought their new house they found out it was right next to a bird sanctuary THE END.

this is fanciful because supernatural things happen. For example, a dead bird comes back to life.

I lay down my head angled to the side, watching the little bird in the wallpaper, falling off. Slowly, I drift into a much-needed sleep.

—

“Nui! Wake up, Quick!! IT’S AN EMERGENCY” 

“Noooooo it’s so early,” I mumble, pushing my head under the pillow.

“Nui! C’mon, come downstairs,” Sprout says. Breathing out a deep sigh, I take my head out from under the pillows and see a fairy standing right in front of me.

“Switch back to your dragon self, I don’t like you as a fairy,” Dragons have the ability to transform into the creature their soulmate is after they’ve met them. Because Sprout is my soulmate, 

“Fine, but then will you come down?” Sprout wined, transforming back into a tiny green dragon.

I get out of bed and pull a sweater over my head. 

“Close your eyes,” Sprout says, holding a blindfold. Not caring enough to ask, I close my hand and let him blindfold me with the cloth.

I let him guide me downstairs, and hear a bunch of ruffling sounds. 

“You can take the blindfold off now!” Sprout says.

I do as he says, expecting to see some big surprise, but end up seeing everything perfectly normal. About to turn back around, I hear everyone yell.

“SURPRISE!!!” I turn around and see the room totally transformed, with banners, and sweets everywhere.

“What’s all this for….” I say as my eyes trail to the banner held above the cake. Happy Birthday Nuikana! It’s my birthday.

I would say that my writing style is both realistic and creative. My writing is both realistic and creative because the situation in the story is something that happens very often, but the characters in it are based on imagination.

    I woke up to the sound of a voice. Who was talking this loudly I thought? And I wasn't in the mood to wake up early. Besides, it's not like there's somebody trying to sleep in here! The muffled voice continued. I couldn't make out any words though, just the sound of a voice.
            
That was it! I am too tired, and if someone was messing with my sleep, they'd regret doing that.

I pulled off my covers and hopped off the bed. But before I could take another step, I tripped on something spread out across the floor. Don't make a sound! I thought. I didn't want the talking to stop, I needed to know who was talking. Which for some reason was important to me? Climbing back to my feet, I silently grabbed the nearest object in front of me. What? What did I grab!?! Dang it...did I grab a...? A yo-yo!?! How come this was the closest object? And when did I ever have a yo-yo? Anyways, this will have to do, I thought while walking towards the closed door. 

     "Hello?" I said, "Come out, I know you're there!" I pushed open the door as fast as lightning and swung the yo-yo like crazy. Wha...? Nobody was there. I didn't take it personally that I just talked to the walls. Since I already knew nobody was here in the hallway, I didn't worry about it. But since I was up and running, I realized I was hungry. After placing my yo-yo next to my bat I walked down the stairs loudly because I didn't have a care in the world, well except for waking my parents. I walked to the kitchen and grabbed a banana. It was oddly quiet. Of course, it was quiet! It's the middle of the night, I thought. But I still couldn't shake the feeling that someone could have been talking outside my room. That made me look around the kitchen. Nobody was there, it's all good. And I wasn't a scaredy cat! I was barely afraid of anything! But I couldn't stop a shiver going down my spine. Why did it feel like someone was watching me and my every move?


I think my writing is descriptive since I had really descriptive and realistic parts in my short story. I thought about a funny but spooky story to write about.

John desperately missed his mother and started to develop a passion for his mother's favorite thing, birds. He started to study birds and he became obsessed with them. One day he decided to pick up white paint. He painted a bird-themed mural on the back wall. When his dad saw his bird wall he was instantly reminded of his mother and started to hopelessly grieve again and began to destroy their house.

A person watching from outside saw the man screaming but heard nothing. “You’re shouting, but I can’t hear anything!” The old man runs out with a chair and tries to hit one of them, but there are too many of them saying, “Crazy? I was crazy once; they locked me in a room, a rubber room, a rubber room with rats, rats make me crazy. Crazy? I was crazy once…” The older man runs outside, rats following. He gets in his car, finds the nearest ocean, and drives towards it. He gets on the nearest boat and says to the owner, “DRIVE!” Once they’re far away, finally, there is eternal silence in the sea. 

 As I walked I kicked the rain-soaked grass into the air watching the droplets of water fly a few inches up and then dive back down into the grass again. Suddenly I felt cold splatters of watter dripping off of my short hair. I jumped back in shock feeling more water hit my head, and looked up. Tiny splatters of water ran off long the long green vines of a towering tree. The vines hung low to the ground, but they were short enough that the lengthy leave strands dangled just above my head. 

 The vines started to shake and the icy raindrops pattered back down on my forehead. I spotted a girl dangling from a branch. She clinged onto a thin branch by her hands and swung her legs back and forth, making the leaves leaves rattle and water trickle off the leaves faster and faster. She looked at me as I looked at her, and just for a moment we both stared at each other in shock. Her face suddenly twisted into something that looked more like panic. 

 “MOVE!” The girl shouted. I looked back at her for a half a second before something hard hit my head. I tripped back and landed on my back. Someone’s feminine-sounding laughter commenced from a few feet in front of me, and I figured it was that girl. 

 

 “Sorry…” she mumbled, still giggling. She looked about my age. Maybe 16 or 17. I shrugged, slightly annoyed at her. I looked down at an object wedged between her waist and her arm. It looked like some sort of book–a heavy book infact. 

 “Did that… fall from the tree?” I asked her as I glanced back up at the wet tree branches. I looked back at her. She looked away and then smirked, guilt spreading across her face.

 “How’d it get up there?” I demanded. 

 “That’s… not the point.” She mumbled as she faced me again. She hesitated spread scross her face and then held out her hand.

 “Grace,” She half smiled. I reached my hand out to grasp hers.

 “Austin.” I released my hand and she did the same, as our arms both fell back to our sides. I watched awkwardly as she started to walk back to the wet tree. When she reached the trunk, she jumped up and her hand latched onto a low branch, and she swung herself over it. She did the same for two other branches until she was directly above me. I watched her, puzzled, until she started to shake the branches again. Water tumbled back down onto me, as a giggle slipped through her lips. I stared up at her shocked, and a grin spread across her face.

 I smirked as I raced towards the trunk of the tree. I tried to remember how she got up, swinging her left leg over the branch. When I finally got up, she looked down at me, startled and then climbed to different parts of the tree. She clearly knew how to navigate the branches better then I did so it wasn’t exactly a fair “game”. As I chased after her, she would shake a branch on me if she had the opportunity to, leaving me soaked when I finally caught up to her.

 When I reached her, we both giggled breathlessly. I stood on the slippery branch, holding onto another one right above me for balance. I leaned forward to shake it, soaking us both in rainwater. 

 We both sat, straddling the branch with our hands infront of us for balance. We glanced at each other as we caught our breaths.

 “I think I won,” Grace said, panting in breaths of air.

 “Nuh uh. That was all me.” I giggled as she rolled her eyes, smiling.

 “Really? Then why are you drenched?” She laughed as she flung water off of her fingers and onto my already-soaked-enough clothes.

 “That’s not the point.” I smirked, repeating what she had said earlier. She smiled and then looked down at the ground. She then slowly climbed down to a branch diagonally below her. She bent her neck back to look up at me.

 I hadn’t noticed, but as I reached the bottom, Grace was already gone. I looked around to see if she was anywhere in sight but I had no luck with that, so I decided to walk home in my drenched clothes.

 The following day I trudged back to the park, stomping my way angrily to the tree from yesterday. I shoved the long dangling leaves out of my way, and sat down, slumping against the tree trunk. I ripped up a piece of grass from the ground and fiddled with it between my thumb and forefinger.

 “Someone angry?” A smug voice chimed from above me. I shrug, mostly ignoring her. I watched from the croner of my eye as she gracefully leaped from the branch, with more ease than yesterday. I reluctantly looked up as she stood over me, crossing her arms with a smirk.

 “So I see you’ve decided to come back.” She continues with the teasing after I decide not to respond. “Are you waiting for another book to drop on your head? Because I can easily-”

 “Save it, Grace,” I interrupt, trying not to grin. I watch silently as she gracefully lifted herself up onto a branch. She looked back at me.

 “You gonna come up? It’s easier when it’s not slippery,” she says, elevating herself onto a higher branch. I sigh, still trying not to smile–which wasn’t going so well–and stand up. I walk up to the branch and climb it almost like a deformed ladder.

 As I reach her branch, I spot her leaning against the trunk with a book on her lap. She grins up at me from her page.

 “Took you long enough, slow poke.” I roll my eyes and laugh silently. “Sooo…” she starts, “Why are you being all angry?” I shrug, still observing the branch’s surroundings. I hear her scoff. “Oh come on, it’s not like I’m going to tell anyone!” She pleads. I sigh.

 “Did anyone ever tell you you’re really annoying, Grace?” She smirks.

 “That depends, if I say yes will you tell me?” I scoff and cross my arms, hoping it doesn’t make me lose my balance.

 “Ok, the yes,” she cooed, causing me to roll my eyes again. I took a deep breath in and then said, “It’s my sister’s stupid boyfriend, James. He’s at my house all the time, stealing all of our food and making messes for anyone else to clean up.” I sigh and then go on. “This morning I overheard his conversation with my sister asking her if he can have my room and then make me sleep on the couch, since apparently crashing at my house every night isn’t good enough for him. He’s so obnoxious–I don’t even know why my sister likes him. I think it’s cruel that my parents even allow him around her!” I scoff, forgetting that Grace was still there.

“Oh… I’m sorry…” She mumbled. I shrug, pretending like I dind’t care. As I think about it, I start to envy Grace.

“What does is matter to you? I bet you have a perfect little family and you don’t even have to worry about any crap like that. So don’t act all innocent pretending like you care, because I know you wouldn’t understand.” I mutter, not bothering to look at her. The park fell silent for a moment. Like everything was frozen in time.

“Well… It’s not exactly like that….” She whispered.

“Oh really? Then what’s it like?” I mumbled sarcastically, still not bothering to look at her. I heard her sigh like all of her enthusiasm just left her body.

“My mom died when I was 5 and my older brother ran away from me and my dad when he was 16 a few years ago. My dad’s been struggling financially since no one wants to hire him. I don’t fully blame them though. My dad’s crazy. He spends all of the leftover money on liquor and alcohol. He comes home to our little apartment drunk every night. Sometimes he’s really dangerous too so I have to sleep in the park.” 

She spoke barely in whispers, her voice faint and broken. I looked up at her tear filled eyes. She looked back at me with her head hanging slightly lower than usual. I wished I could’ve said something reassuring like “You’re going to be ok” or something stupid like that but that feels like the biggest lie I could say. So we both sat in silence.

After a minute or two she nods and looks away.

“Oh.” I finally managed to spit out.

“Yeah.”

“I’m… er- sorry…” She shrugged and smiled weakly, but I knew it wasn’t her real smile.

From then on our conversations in the tree were different. Sometimes we’d tell each other about what was going on at home, and other times we’d just sit and joke around. I felt happier around her. We’d talk almost every day until we considered each other maybe best friends…? 

On Tuesday I walked over to the tree like usual. It was an unusually perfect day. The sun was shining, it was 80 degrees, there wasn’t one single cloud in the sky, and best of all, James was sick so he had to stay at his house for once.

I approached the tree and I flew up it ot the branch that we’d usually talk on. I was getting faster at climbing up. I even beat Grace’s record! As I climbed up to our branch I realized it was unusually quiet. Grace was missing. I looked around the other branches frantically to see if she was pranking me or not. When I saw she wasn’t on the tree I carefully climbed down, hoping my grip was good enough with my now-sweaty hands. 

I walked around the park as I called out her name–or more like yelled her name. I heard a sniffle coming from a shrub behind me. It was muffled but I turned around immediately to inspect it.

She was sitting behind it, her eyes red and bloodshot. There were tear streaks running down her cheeks and there were dark circles under her eyes.

“Grace!” I ran to the shrub and sat across from her. I’d seen her cry before but I’ve never seen her like this.

“Grace? What happened?” I ask quietly, as she look at me with her destroyed face.

“Austin I have cancer!” She spits out, her voice cracking several times. My face turns pale and I feel like someone just ripped my heart out of my chest. Before I could say anything she continues.

“I-I was feeling really tired-and I couldn’t breathe so I went to a doctor-and-and-” She broke down mid sentence and started sobbing. My face was still white as a ghost and It felst like someone took my soul along with my heart, and crushed both right in front of my eyes. My face started to change from white to red and hot tears burned in the back of my eyes.

“This is a joke Grace. This is a stupid prank-PLEASE SAY THIS IS A PRANK!” I started screaming, not in control of my actions anymore. Tears flooded out of my eyes and I knew I looked like just as a mess as her.She looked up at me like someone had just broken her into millions of tiny pieces.

“Without the treatment I could never afford even in my dreams…” She starts, her voice dead and lifeless, “Austin… I only have a month left.” I stared at her in shock for a moment. She had just took my whole entire world and crushed it. I suddenly though my arms around her and started sobbing into her shoulder. She did the same. We both sat there, not speaking for a long time. I don’t know how long, but it felt like forever–yet not enough time at all.

I didn’t sleep for nights. I just stayed up crying into my pillow for hours until the sun rose again for another pointless day. What would the world be like without Grace in it? It all seemed stupid, unreal. I’d spend every last minute with Grace as I could. She looked horrible.

The last day we hung out was a Friday. She looked paler than a ghost. I had to help her walk around. I knew what was coming and I wasn’t prepared for it. It was already like she was gone though. She already looked lifeless enough. 

“Austin…” She wheezed. I looked over at her painfully. “Tomorrow I’m gonna be in the ER so come visit me–please.” She pleaded as she took in another gulp of air.

The hospital was blank and white. Beeping coming from every direction, coughing and wheezing from every room. I located Grace’s room after begging the lady at the desk to let me see her. She layed down in a plain white bed, surrounded by machines and monitors. An oxygen tube was the only machine I could recognize on her. The rest were foreign machines. She stared at me, almost lifelessly but still managed to make the weakest smile in the world. I talked to her and cried to her for hours, trying to forget that it might be the last time I ever would. A nurse eventually asked me to leave and I felt a pain that I’d never felt before. I felt broken.

 I stood up from my chair as the nurse waited patiently by the door for me to say goodbye.

 “Au…stin?” Grace’s voice barely whispered. I looked at her, my eyes tired and worn out, and red, and swollen.

 “I…love you.” She wheezed, barely getting the words out of her mouth.

 “I love you too Grace.” I looked at her for one last moment until I saw her close her eyes. I knew it was over. A loud monotone beep filled in the silence Grace left without her, and I felt one last hot roll down my cheek. If I was broken before, now I was shattered. 

 I ran out of the lifeless room as fast as I could. I needed to get away. I ran through random halls, not knowing where I was going. I had no idea if that nurse had followed me or not–I didn’t care. I picked up a chair that sat by a brown table with a lamp resting on top of it. I whipped the chair above my head and smashed it down on the floor. The lamp shook as the table collapsed from underneath it sending them both crashing to the ground. 

 At one point the nurse found me. At on point, my parents were called. At one point I was driven back home. At one point I locked myself in my room for days. At one point the world died.

15 years later...

 “Gracie, come here!” My voice coaxed as I held out my arms. She wobbled over to me with less difficulty than last time. “Good job Grace!” I pick her up gently in my arms, watching her adorable smile light up her entire face. I smile back at her contempt as I walk forward. I stop about ten feet in front of a tall tree. 

 “Grace, this is a Willow tree. Me and my best friend in the world would hang out here every day.” I pause and look at her gorgeous little face. “It was hers and it will always belong to her. It’s the most special place in the world.” I watch my daughter as she babbles and coos random baby words.

 “I love you, Grace.”

Actually, it’s pretty ugly at times.

I gazed at the white swallows adorning the wall by the window where we used to watch the sunset. Remember all our grins and jokes and secrets exchanged by that windowsill? What about the curtains that I sewed from your old, moldy white shirt?

Tell me, why did you have to hit-and-run me, breaking my heart just for fun? I gave you all of me, but you just took my love for nothing and left me numb. I curse you, you and that egoistic Aurora! Why did you have to let me down, color me blue?

With you it was like a reverie that never ended.

But did it end?

Yes, completely. You gave me so much hope and light to sprout a rainbow and climb upon it. With each joke, each quote you had given me, my life became so much brighter and cheerful…but now?

There’s too much darkness for a rainbow, I feel so used.

I just wanted to be the one, but you decided to hit-and-run me for that self-absorbed Aurora. Is she really so much better than me? 

I was always there for you, supportive of your every decision, sharing your ups and downs. We were so happy together, a charming and beautiful love story. 

Now, I’m all alone, weeping my eyes out. Those memories…are all gone, there’s no looking back, because you’re dead and gone, and all my love is gone too.

Then I hear my mother’s voice ringing in my mind’s ear. 

“My dear,” she said, “there are times in life where things are simply lost. Do not even bother to pursue the endeavor. Move on. You still have a life in front of you. Chase that instead.”

Was romance really a dead endeavor for me? 

The sun was rising now, its rays illuminating the sky with color, streaking through the window and into the tiny corner that held so many memories yet was where my romance ended.

After the relationship, romance, and emotion, there’s breakup, tears, regret, and longing. But I must handle being alone. “To thine own self be true,” Polonius had advised to his son Laertes, heading off to college in William Shakespeare’s famous tragedy, Hamlet, which I most certainly cannot do. Separated from the love of my life, what other path is there for me?

I’m not Benedict Arnold, I couldn’t and wouldn’t be able to not accept my fate of amputation. I would be Benjamin Lincoln, stoically accepting his fate. But that’s so painful. So, so painful. 

The world seems dark and meaningless.

I smiled as I saw his beautiful, smirking face in the sky, whispering his forbidden name that seemed so far away repeated.

This is my swan song.

I’ve seen things big and small, I’ve found love and followed it everywhere but then I got lost amidst the maze of it.

I envision death so much it feels more like a memory, where will it get me, in my sleep or seven feet ahead of me? Death doesn’t discriminate between the sinners and the saints, it takes and it takes and it takes and I keep living anyway. 

But I see the smiling face of the ferryman Charon. I must now descend into the Inferno, through purgatory, and to paradise.

Adieu, cruel world.

Life wasn’t pretty.

But it was certainly a pretty ride.



I think my writing style is realistic because such circumstances could happen in real life.

Michael woke up in the morning and got up to get ready for school. While he was putting his shoes on, he almost missed the bus but luckily, he made it and was waiting to get to school. During his first period class, ELA, his teacher gave him a pencil since he didn’t have one but something was off. His pencil had this glow to it and he wanted to tell his friend John about it. They assessed the situation together at recess and thought about drawing with it. They drew a frog, and a real one jumped right out of the paper as if it was magic. They realized that they can make whatever they want but instead of using it for evil, they used it to help people. They made a horse for people to ride on. They made a dog for someone to keep as a pet. They even made a real life person that can be someone’s friend. They were making everyone happy. Except…They knew that it was a little too strong and powerful for them. They went to destroy it at a recycling facility watching it as it broke down into little pieces and the two boys were thinking about calling it a day.

“I know! This is probably the best day of my life.” she replies. 

“Hey guys, SCHOOL IS OVER!” Brook says. I am so excited that school over 6th grade was worse than 5th. In 5th grade I was the new kid and got bullied and yet 6th grade where I had a bunch of friends still seemed to be the worst thing in the world. I am ready for summer. “Carol, come over we're gonna have a celebration in the basement in honor of 6th grade being over.” Monika says. 

“Ok!!” I responded. We grabbed our backpacks and said goodbye to our teacher Mrs. Stagin and sprinted out the door for freedom. I sent my mom a text telling her that I was going to Monika’s. Like always she responds with a thumbs up emoji. I ran to catch up with Monika, Brook, Megan and Stephaine. My best friend is Monika. She was the first one to come up to me and introduce me to all the girls who are now also my best friends. Brook, well she didn’t like me at first she spread a rumor to people that I moved all the way from Spain. First of all I moved from California and second what’s wrong with Spain. She then apologized and I forgave her. Once we arrived at Monika’s we immediately dropped our bags and ran down stairs sounding like a herd of horses. Monika’s basement is like a whole other room. I love it though. When we have sleepovers we love to tell scary stories about this “haunted basement.” We quickly closed the lights, shut the blinds but kept one window open because it was hot, slammed all the doors, shut and held hands so that we won’t scare one another. Then we each told 2 ghost stories. Meghan was in the middle of her story when we heard a noise. We all screamed and felt my heart drop down all the way to my stomach. There was this creature unknown and we couldn’t see due to it being dark. Monkia jumped up and turned on the lamp. There was a raccoon with his mouth wide open and claws digging into their carpet. We all screamed startlingly at the little fella we jumped up onto their pool table. Monika screamed “DAD,DAD HELP US HELP US!!!!” 

Stephanie screamed even louder “DANI DANI WERE GONNA GET EATEN ALIVE.” By this time Meghan and Brook were crying and I stayed quiet not knowing what to do. In a few moments Mr Jones ran down the stairs saying “Girls, girls what’s the matter?” He looked down and saw the raccoon was now under their carpet. He grabbed the closest thing to him which was a broom and tried to hit the raccoon. He crushed a lamp, broke a vase, hit everything but the raccoon. Finally he relaxed and waited for the raccoon to come to him. After 5 minutes of waiting the raccoon came out and he smashed it with all his might. Everyone cheered and then Mokina said “Wow guys what a start to a cruel summer!” Everyone laughed and gave Mr Jones a high five. 

“No, Mrs George”.

“Are you sure hunny?”

“Well, my dad has been hurting me… alot”. 

“How about we meet tomorrow morning? Sounds good?”.

           “Yes.” 

The Night of, Jessica was in bed, feeling sort of guilty. She finally went to bed after 1 hour of overthinking. In the morning she went to school and didn’t want to go to the guidance office, and she was also having a good day. Until…the guidance counselor came and said. “Hey Jessica, follow me to my office”. 

“Ok!”

“So, Jessica, what has been going on, you can tell me anything just between the two of us”

“Well, its my dad”.

“Ok, so what about your dad, has he been hurting you?”. 

“Well, … Yes”.

“He has been punching walls, slapping me, and throwing stuff.”

“Wow, ok Jessica, do you mind if I talk to your parents?”.

“Do what you need to do.”

“Alright, thanks, I will make sure you are safe at home.”

*When she gets home*

Her dad is there, he doesn't look so happy. Jessica ran up to her room as fast as the speed of lighting. After 2 hours passed she came downstairs and saw her dad. He was mad, angry, all sorts of that. Jessica came near him and got a chair but before he can hit her with it she moved and put a lamp in her place. 

Albert frantically searched his pockets, and his many jackets, until he reached into a pocket that he forgot to check, and found his keys. “Finally! " he exclaimed, "I found my keys.”Albert drove down to his job, and dreadingly entered the building. “Just another day at work, I need a new job,” he sighed. Albert made his way to his office, where began to take calls.

After his usual 10 hour shift, he hadn’t even been half way done with everything he needed to do, so he stayed overnight.

 The next day, after he had been working for 20 hours, he started to see things. There was a mural of birds flying on a wall, but it was only a painting. When Albert went to look at it, all the birds had started coming out of the painting and flying past him. One brushed past his face, and along with him being so tired, he had passed out.

 Later that morning, fellow workers found him passed out on the floor, and he was     escorted to the hospital. When he woke up, he told them that he had worked for 20 hours straight, and that he had seen those birds. The doctors told him that he had overworked, hadn’t gotten enough sleep, and he was seeing things. As he stood up off his bed he said, “I hope those birds got enough sleep,” and he walked off.

I have just come home from school. I had to walk the dog so I went downstairs to get his leash. But on my way down I accidentally slammed the door on my dog's tail. My dog started barking but not in a mad way in a crying voice. I felt really bad so I tried to confront him,but he wanted nothing to do with me. He was not even hurt anymore. He just got up just to walk to my brother.

 “ Oww this curling iron is so hot I need help, and I still don't know what to wear” complains Summer.” Oops I spilled the milk, kitty come here, drink it all up, it's good for you,” says Autumn. “Woof Woof” The dog's Mochi and Boo-boo Bear bark at everything. Summer I told you not to curl your own hair just wait for me I'll do it in 10 minutes” Mom says. “ Autumn for the last time mochi is not a cat or a kitty she’s a dog and her name is mochi, also don't give her milk she'll throw up all over you, and then your foot will fall off,” says Summer.

 “ Mommy my foot is falling off” Yells Autumn.

“Smile for Mommy''. “Say kindergarteeeennnnn!”  “Ching” Goes the camera.“Aww my little baby is so big already”  “Love You have a good day,” She says as she drops them off at school and preschool. When she got home it was time. It was the day. October 1st. The first of the month. Which means FALL. She drives over to Target to grow a lot of decorations. Wallpaper, pumpkins, spider webs, candy, rugs, wallpaper, you name it.

When she gets home she sets everything up. A pumpkin here and there. In the living, she puts up pumpkin wallpaper. Pumpkin candles, pumpkin rugs, Halloween movies, pumpkin pillows, and finally she’s done. 

When the kids got home they were so happy. “OMG I love this cute little pumpkin,” screams Autumn. “ MOOOOMMMM April is eating the baby pumpkin” Says summer. “ “Guys Stop fighting I have had enough of  it” Says Karen. 

That night when Karen was cleaning the kitchen she noticed that the wallpaper with pumpkins had one pumpkin coming off. “ AWWWWW” she screamed. “ What happened” yelled Eric”. She points to the wallpaper.