I woke up at 8:00 and realized that I was late for school. I quickly brushed my teeth and tried to tame my messy hair. Unfortunately, I forgot to eat breakfast. When I went to my mom's room, I didn't see her. It seems she left without telling me. Now I'm sitting on the white sofa, my hands covering my legs, feeling hunched over from depression and waiting for her to come home.

The leftover food sitting on the breakfast table from my mother reminded me that I hadn’t eaten breakfast. My stomach grumbled loudly. The fresh, sweet smell of strawberry jam, toast, and oat cereal filled the air. As I finally ate, I savored the taste of the fresh wheat bread and the juicy flavor of the strawberry jam. When I drank the oat cereal, I suddenly spilled the milk all over me. “SPLASH!” The sound splattered and echoed through the room just as my mom’s loud noisy car sound came from outside.

As I hurriedly tried to clean up the spilled milk, I heard the noise of my mom's car pulling into the driveway. I quickly wiped off the milk from my clothes and rushed to the door. Opening it, I saw my mom with a confused expression as she noticed the milk-stained shirt. "What happened?" she asked, eyebrows furrowed. After explaining the breakfast mishap and of missing school, we both ended up laughing at the ridiculousness of the situation. It felt good to share a light-hearted moment with my mom, even though the morning had started so chaotic. The funny thing was, even though I was frustrated at first, I couldn't help but feel grateful for her being there to share those moments with me.    

Overall, at the end of the day when my family were all having dinner at home, my mom told everybody about the crazy day that I had, and we couldn’t help but laugh altogether. I would never leave this time with my family ever again.

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Once, when I was about to go biking with my friends my mom said,”Can you take your sister, she’s gonna be bored at home.” “But we ride really fast, she’s not gonna catch up.”I replied. Then, it was a long silence, I knew I had to take her. So, we sat in my friend's car and headed to the park. We started riding. At first my sister was behind us following, but after a few minutes I turned to check, she was gone! I told my friend and rode back, I saw her standing there crying. “What happened?!” I said impatiently. “I got lost and my finger…” she said as a tear slid down her face. A small cut that is almost not bleeding was on her finger. I shook my head, and asked for a band-aid. We had to go back because she couldn't ride with us. When we got home, I complained to my mom that we shouldn't have taken her with us and my mom said,”She’s your sister, you have to take care of her outside.” “Fine.”I said.

Bob, Ethan, and I were the only ones who could move. We found a big, glowing crack in the ground. It was scary, but we had no choice. We jumped in, and suddenly, we were in a place that looked like it was on fire. There were creepy creatures all around, and the sky was red. We realised we were in Hell!

We knew we had to bring time back, so we walked through the flames, trying to find a way out. After a while, we saw a big, mean-looking demon with a clock in his hand. He was the one who stole time!

Ethan, being the bravest, walked up to the demon and said, “Give us back the clock!” The demon laughed, but Bob came up with a plan. He whispered it to us, and we nodded.

While I distracted the demon by pretending to be scared, Bob and Ethan snuck behind him. Ethan grabbed the clock, and Bob pushed the demon into a pit of fire! We ran as fast as we could, holding the clock tightly. The ground shook, and the red sky started turning blue again.

When we finally climbed out of the crack, everything went back to normal. Time started moving, and people didn’t even know what had happened. We saved the world!

Bob, Ethan, and I were heroes, but we didn’t tell anyone. It was our secret. But now, whenever I see a clock, I remember that crazy day when time stopped, and we travelled through Hell to bring it back.

After we open all the packed the room filed with cards and toys, after all that, I sleep over in her house and she’s teacher went pack home.

Firstly, it's I think the best season is fall, because it's Halloween. You can get treats, and last time I gat 120 candies and 2 bags of chips. And it's also fun when you run around with your friends.

secondly, you can make faces on pumpkins, and pumpkin patches. this time when were making faces on pumpkins, I totally did the best out of the best, out of the best ,out of the best(totally)... And last time when it's pumpkin patch I almost took a pumpkin that is three times my entire head!!!

Lastly, fall has holidays like thanks giving, halloween... It's all most like the summer!!!

Other people might say" spring is the best, because it's not too cold, and it's not too hot." But I say"fall is the best, because there is more holidays and we can get pumpkins."