(Revised)

The Old Bosworth Mansion

Everybody said the old Bosworth mansion was haunted but I never believed them. Once in awhile the porch lights would flicker and you could hear the name Jane get called in a spooky, scary, dark, way. I would wonder why the name Jane. That’s my little sister’s name, she’s 8 years old. There were rumors saying that Old George’s (the owner of Bosworth mansion) wife's  name was Jane, but she died in a mysterious fire in 1972. He has never found love again and has been a widow ever since. He won’t talk to anyone about it though, he just says she died in a fire. I don’t think that’s true.

I called my best friend Rosie over to figure out clues and get evidence about Old George. “First off” Rosie said, “We need to get evidence.” So, we hustled over to the old Bosworth mansion very quietly. Old George’s Toyota Century was gone, like it is every week on Mondays from 2:30-3:15. Rosie glanced down at her watch and she gasped, “It’s 3:08.” We only had seven minutes until Old George was going to be home. “That’s not enough time!” We decided that we only have enough time to look at the outside of his mansion, well, only the front yard. Since he had a mansion, we figured he had a pretty big backyard. We scoped out the front yard while jotting down notes on our notebooks we made at girls camp that year. Rosie viewed her watch, “3:14!”  We ran off his front porch only to hear the sound of screeching tires. We looked at each other and yelled, “Old George!” I thought of what to do. I pinched Rosie’s arm and pointed into his perfectly cut, round, green, bushes. They were big,0 so I imagined it would fit us. Old George opened his door to his car and scrambled out. He walked right past us, we both sighed in relief. After a few feet of walking past us, he stopped, walked backward and mumbled something about plants and a gardener. Once we heard the sound of a wooden door slam, we booked it out of the bushes across the street to my house.

We both wanted to know why he went somewhere, the same time, each week. So obviously we had to follow him...on our crappy scooters. Luckily he is really slow at driving so we could keep up with him. We just had to wait...3 days. If you know Rosie and I, you know that we are not patient. We just aren’t!

Tuesday came and we had nothing to do. Literally! Rosie got grounded from electronics from talking back to her mom and I got grounded from the kitchen because I ate the last chocolatey, crunchy, perfectly brown, cookie...and then rubbed it in my sister’s face. That’s our two favorite things to do together, baking and playing the game Fred’s Car Shop. So, we decided to use our time wisely and look at the walls. Oh yeah, I forgot...we looked at each other too.

Wednesday came, we did the same thing again. Looking at each other...looking at the walls...and looking at my sister baking delicious cookies in the kitchen while watching t.v. I don’t get it! She can rub stuff in my face yet I can’t in hers? Psh.

Thursday finally came! After six horrendous hours of school, we rushed home. Rosie came to my house. Right as we walked in my mom was on the stairs getting ready to tell me what my chores were for the day. I sighed. “Clean your room, mop the floor, clean the bathroom, water the plants, wash the windows, do your laundry, oh and mop the floors again, make sure the neighbor’s dog is fed and has water.” I sighed again. “ oh I almost forgot…” my mom paused,” Love you.” Yeah right I thought. Rosie pulled me aside and said, “ We won’t have enough time to check out Old George’s mansion! And I am not waiting until Monday to go. We decided that I would lie to my mother (Rosies idea) and tell her I had my chores done. This is going to come back and bite me in the butt I thought.

We crept over to Old Georges house. Right as we walked across the street we realized how dumb of an idea it was. He was just and old senior citizen that was a widow with kids that lived very far away from him. And an old weiner dog named Rusty.

But then I remembered that a few years ago, he took my new, pink, shiny, bike that I got for my birthday and threw it in the dumpster. Someone had to step up to him...and that was me. As we crept up to the house I heard the wood cracking and squeaking. This guy was in need of a house renovation. And I mean it. Rosie wasn’t brave enough to stand up to Old George with me and ran back across the street to my house. I gathered up all of my bravery and rang the doorbell. It was a really creepy sound and sent chills up my spine.I heard footsteps...then all of the sudden...BOOM! A big breeze picked up and my eyes started watering then I looked up and screamed. He was standing right in front of me. I gulped. “Can you please give me back my bike?” He didn’t say anything. He just walked backwards back into the house and slammed the door on me.

(Un-revised)

The Old Bosworth Mansion

Everybody said the old Bosworth mansion was haunted but I never believed them. Once in awhile the porch lights would flicker and you could hear the name Jane get called in a spooky, scary, dark, way. I would wonder why the name Jane. That’s my little sister’s name, she’s 8 years old. There were rumors saying that Old George’s (the owner of Bosworth mansion) wife's  name was Jane, but she died in a mysterious fire in 1972. He has never found love again and has been a widow ever since. He won’t talk to anyone about it though, he just says she died in a fire. I don’t think that’s true.

I called my best friend Rosie over to figure out clues and get evidence about Old George. “First off” Rosie said, “We need to get evidence.” So, we hustled over to the old Bosworth mansion very quietly. Old George’s Toyota Century was gone, like it is every week on Mondays and Thursdays from 2:30-3:15. Rosie glanced down at her watch and she gasped, “It’s 3:08.” We only had seven minutes until Old George was going to be home. “That’s not enough time!” We decided that we only have enough time to look at the outside of his mansion, well, only the front yard. Since he had a mansion, we figured he had a pretty big backyard. We scoped out the front yard while jotting down notes on our notebooks we made at girls camp that year. Rosie viewed her watch, “3:14!”  We ran off his front porch only to hear the sound of screeching tires. We looked at each other and yelled, “Old George!” I thought of what to do. I pinched Rosie’s arm and pointed into his perfectly cut, round, green, bushes. They were big,0 so I imagined it would fit us. Old George opened his door to his car and scrambled out. He walked right past us, we both sighed in relief. After a few feet of walking past us, he stopped, walked backward and mumbled something about plants and a gardener. Once we heard the sound of a wooden door slam, we booked out of the bushes across the street to my house.

We both wanted to know why he went somewhere, the same time, each week. So obviously we had to follow him...on our crappy scooters. Luckily he is really slow at driving so we could keep up with him. We just had to wait...3 days. If you know Rosie and I, you know that we are not patient. We just aren’t!

Tuesday came and we had nothing to do. Literally! Rosie got grounded from electronics from talking back to her mom and I got grounded from the kitchen because I ate the last chocolatey, crunchy, perfectly brown, cookie...and then rubbed it in my sister’s face. That’s our two favorite things to do together, baking and playing the game Fred’s Car Shop. So, we decided to use our time wisely and look at the walls. Oh yeah, I forgot...we looked at each other too.

Wednesday came, we did the same thing again. Looking at each other...looking at the walls...and looking at my sister baking delicious cookies in the kitchen while watching t.v. I don’t get it! She can rub stuff in my face yet I can’t in hers? Psh.

Thursday finally came! After six horrendous hours of school, we rushed home. Rosie came to my house. Right as we walked in my mom was on the stairs getting ready to tell me what my chores were for the day. I sighed. “Clean your room, mop the floor, clean the bathroom, water the plants, wash the windows, do your laundry, oh and mop the floors again, make sure the neighbor’s dog is fed and has water.” I sighed again. “ oh I almost forgot…” my mom paused,” Love you.” Yeah right I thought. Rosie pulled me aside and said, “ We won’t have enough time to check out Old George’s mansion! And I am not waiting until Monday to go. We decided that I would lie to my mother (Rosies idea) and tell her I had my chores done. This is going to come back and bite me in the butt I thought.

We crept over to Old Georges house. Right as we walked across the street we realized how dumb of an idea it was. He was just and old senior citizen that was a widow with kids that lived very far away from him. And an old weiner dog named Rusty. I don’t know why we were even trying to figure out his deep and dark secrets. Next time we should probably have a reason to stalk a person and their house.

Purple Potion

Purple Potion

"What is that AWFUL smell?" I asked. Then I saw the cauldron full of bubbling purple liquid. Oh geez, please no; my eccentric mother is creating her ‘Famous” Purple Potion. My mom always made me have a full bowl the trick-or-treaters that never come. I suddenly felt like I needed to finish some extra credit homework (that I didn’t need) in my room. Anything to get out of this. I started to gag. The only thing worse than the taste was the smell. Only thinking about it makes me need to hurl, much less scooping it out. It was a recipe from Grandmother, who always thought that no children should have any candy. She was the one who convinced my mother to not let me go trick-or-treating. “Rosetta! Hurry I need you to serve this to the kids that come by.” My mother’s voice shot through my head. “You mean serve it to the sink? I bet it will still gag.” My mom gave me her “mom glare”. When she turned to stir the goo, I got caught up in an annual memory that I think of every Halloween. It was the Eve of Halloween, I was six, my mother and I went to visit my Grandmother, who gave my mother that horrid recipe.

“Hello dears, you came to visit? How delightful.” My Grandmother answered the door right before we knocked as if she was watching and waiting. “Come in, I have made some things for you.” As we walked inside, I looked around; where was Grandma’s candy jars? As if reading my mind, Grandmother said, “I came to a conclusion that you have had enough candy in your life already. I have changed it to a soup of sorts.” My heart lifted in halfway-hope, Grandma’s soup are usually okay. She brought it forth. My six-year-old mind was wrapped around the concept that the stinking purple goo would be an adventure. It sure was. I was in the bathroom for half an hour puking until it was all gone out of my stomach. Since the I have learned to hold it down, the smell is worse when it comes back up.

“Rosa!” My mother nearly shouted, breaking me out of my daze. “Here is your bowl, now go eat it in the kitchen.” My mother gently pushed me towards the kitchen. Once I was there, I glanced back to make sure mother was distracted, dumped the slime into the trash, and put the bowl in the sink. “Done.” I called as I walked out. “That was fast you must have liked that batch.” I nodded through my lie. There was a knock at the door. My mother opened it wide and invited Ryan, a bully, inside. She handed him a paper bowl full of the glue.

“What is this? Purple Diarrhea? I don’t need this. No wonder no kids were here.” The bully said while dumping the Purple Potion on the ground. Laughing. Seriously. Nobody, even Ryan, talks to my mom that way; not even me!

“You shut up.” I said loudly drawing attention to myself. Ryan just kept laughing. In fact, he was still laughing when I dumped the entire large pot of the Purple Potion over his fat head. His eyes raged with anger. The fear of him was back again. Suddenly, there was a flash of lightning through the window that drew all our eyes. Though, when we looked back again, all we saw of Ryan was a dark black rat gnawing on my shoe.

“Ahh!” By the way, I am deadly afraid of rodents. My mom hurriedly got the broom, shooed the rat out, and closed the door. I went over and wrapped my mom in a hug. She said, “Thank you Rosaliena, my flower. Maybe you were right.” We spent a few moments like that, just holding each other. Soon my mom let go and grapped the pot of Purple Potion. I ran over and opened the door. My favorite part of all was seeing my mother dumping the Purple Potion into the bushes, but I do feel sorry for the plants.

Original

Purple Potion

"What is that AWFUL smell?" I asked. Then I saw the cauldron full of bubbling purple liquid. Oh, no, please no. My mom is making her “Famous” Purple Potion. I had better run, she is going to make me gulp down an extra-large serving size bowl of it. After that serve it to the trick-or-treaters. Well, I guess they will finally get a trick instead of the treat. But, even worse than the taste, the smell. Just thinking of it makes me want to hurl, much less scooping it out.

“Hurry I need you to help serve this to the kids that come by.” My mom said in her usual impatient tone.

“You mean serve it to the trash can?” I replied with the same voice.

“Rosetaleina Mahoua Katoy. You need to stop complaining. It is just my Famous Purple Potion.” My mother said with a “mom stare.” I just rolled my eyes in response. “I’ll go get my nose plugs.” I said and hurried up the stairs before she could scold me. While I was searching through my drawers I heard the first kids come to the door. I creeped down the stairs glad that mom forgot I didn’t have any. I saw a bully from my school standing in the doorway.

“What is this? Purple Diarrhea? I don’t need this. No wonder no kids were here.” The bully Ryan said while dumping the Purple Potion on the ground. Laughing. Seriously. Nobody, even Ryan, talks to my mom that way; not even me!

“You shut up.” I said loudly drawing attention to myself. Ryan just kept laughing. In fact, he was still laughing when I dumped the entire large pot of the Purple Potion over his fat head. His eyes raged with anger. The fear of him was back again.

Suddenly, there was a flash of lightning through the window that drew all our eyes. Though, when we looked back again, all we saw of Ryan was a dark black rat gnawing on my shoe.

Turkey (Unrevised)

Thanksgiving is a holiday that consists of food and family time.When it’s time to eat what is your favorite food you can’t wait to eat.For me it’s turkey!The reason turkey is the best is because in my family the way we make it is so when you take a bite it has the amazing taster you can’t explain it because it’s so good and then you have the juice mixed in that tastes delightful.I don’t know why but I love the taste of it.According to a poll done by the website, www.gallop.com, 49% of Americans' favorite Thanksgiving food is turkey. That's not a surprise though. Apparently, Americans eat 270.7 pounds of meat per person every year.In conclusion turkey is the best Thanksgiving dinner and now you can see why!

Turkey (Revised)

There are so many mouthwatering,tasty,delicious,and stomach craving foods when it come to Thanksgiving! Thanksgiving is a holiday that consists of food and family time.When it’s time to eat what is your favorite food you can’t wait to eat.For me it’s turkey!The reason turkey is the best is because in my family the way we make it is so when you take a bite it has the amazing taster you can’t explain it because it’s so good and then you have the juice mixed in that tastes delightful.It has the most rich,sweet, and the most delightful thing to eat on Thanksgiving.I don’t know why but I love the taste of it.According to a poll done by the website, www.gallop.com, "49% of Americans' favorite Thanksgiving food is turkey." That's not a surprise though. Apparently, Americans eat 270.7 pounds of meat per person every year.That's a lot compared to what other people get around the world.In conclusion, turkey is the best Thanksgiving dinner and now you can see why most Americans think it is the best food to eat on Thanksgiving!

Revision

(unrevisied)
"What is that AWFUL smell?" I asked. Then I saw the cauldron full of a bubbling purple liquid. I realized it was mom's 'yummy' secret surprise drink she gives to the trick or treaters every year. It still had the dreadful smell but something was different about it. "Mom? Are you giving your secret surprise drink to the trick or treaters again?" I asked. "No dear. We are taking it to the neighborhood party, did you forget about it?" she said. "Oh, yeah I did." I said relived. Then it hit me, most of my friends would be there, and so would the neighborhood 'cool kids'. they'd taste the drink, either blame me for the taste and beat me up, or make fun of me. "Mom?" "Yes dear?" "Do you have to take the drink? Couldn't we take like cookies or something?" I asked in a troublesome voice "I signed up for bringing the drink I can't change now" My mom said "I changed the recipe up a bit so it will be more exquisite this year!" "Are you sure about that?" "Yes i'm sure! Stop being a stick-in-the-mud! This is the best flavor yet! Why don't you try it to make sure?" I slowly started to walk towards the cauldron, grabbed a red solo cup, placed it into the cold purple bubbling liquid, took it out and pressed the cup to my lip counted to three as slow as I could. "1........2........3!" I chugged down the drink, and to my surprise it was riveting! So, we took the drink to the party and everything turned out fine!



(Revised)

     "What is that AWFUL smell?" I asked. Then I saw the cauldron full of a bubbling purple liquid. I realized it was mom's 'yummy' secret surprise drink she gives to the trick or treaters every year. It still had the dreadful smell but something was different about it. "Mom? Are you giving your secret surprise drink to the trick or treaters again?" I asked. "No dear. We are taking it to the neighborhood party, did you forget about it?" she said. "Oh, yeah I did." I said relived. Then it hit me, most of my friends would be there, and so would the neighborhood 'cool kids'. they'd taste the drink, either blame me for the taste and beat me up, or make fun of me.  "Mom?" "Yes dear?" "Do you have to take the drink? Couldn't we take like cookies or something?" I asked in a troublesome voice "I signed up for bringing the drink I can't change now" My mom said "I changed the recipe up a bit so it will be more exquisite this year!" "Are you sure about that?" "Yes i'm sure! Stop being a stick-in-the-mud! This is the best flavor yet! Why don't you try it to make sure?" I slowly started to walk towards the cauldron, grabbed a red solo cup, placed it into the cold purple bubbling liquid, took it out and pressed the cup to my lip counted to three as slow as I could. "1........2........3!" I chugged down the drink, and to my surprise it was riveting! So, we took the drink to the party.
     At the party every one was acting like-a-kid-in-a-candy-shop when they tasted the drink they came back 2nds, the 3rds, then 10ths! Then, it was gone before we new it! They loved it so much, even the neighborhood 'cool kids' even complimented me on it!

Scary Cottages & Creepy Witches (Revision)

My brother and I were walking through the woods one Halloween day when we saw what appeared to be a short-cut. "Let's go that way," my brother said. We started along on the path that led deep into the woods. "Hey, look over there." I heard my brother say as he nodded his head towards an old cottage. There was a sign on the door that said 'KNOCK NO MORE THAN THREE TIMES IF YOU ARE A TRICK-OR-TREATER!' It was the type of cottage that said enter-me-and-die. It was not the type of place you would want to be around. It looked so dark that you wouldn't have thought you could see with a flashlight. It knocked the haunted-house look dead. My brother grabbed my hand, pulled me along side him, and knocked on the door. He also happened to see the sign and thought it would be funny to knock four times, instead of three. That was a mistake he would never make again. 

Before us, stood a woman who was about five foot and a bit plump. She was wearing a witch costume, which happened to look more natural than it should. She gave us an evil smirk before yelling "It said to knock only three times if you were trick or treating!" I flinched at her loud tone. She pulled a lever on the left side of the wall and the ground immediately fell open and my brother and I fell down into a big pit of nowhere. I had no idea where we were. All I knew was that it wasn't a soft landing. I had landed on my tush, but my brother landed on his back. 

"You alright?" I asked my brother before standing up to lend him a hand. He grabs my hand and heaves himself up. "Yeah. I'm okay." He says while taking a glance around us. There was nothing in here. You couldn't see anything. It was almost like the ceiling, floor, and walls were all painted black. We were the only visible things in this room. It was like an illusion. Someone had to have built this house, so there's got to be some sort of logic to it. There would be no way to get out of a room without a door. Unless they climbed out with a ladder but with how much space divides the ceiling from the floor I find that highly unlikely. "Maybe we should look for a door or something?" I ask my brother. "I would be surprised if we found one, but I don't seem to have any other ideas that sound better than that one." My brother responded. 

We searched for a door, or even a little box sized exit, for a while, we hadn't got any luck yet. A little while later I heard my brother calling me, "Come here, I think I found something." I walked over to him to see him looking at a outline of a square. I stuck my hand on the wall and traced the square with my fingers to make sure it wasn't just a painted square. There was definitely something there. I placed both my hands on the square. I slowly pushed it away from me. I was surprised to see that it was moving. In a little while I had been able to push it out of the wall. I looked through it to see if the coast was clear. It was, so my brother went out first while I followed behind. We got through and discovered some stairs. We walked up them to find where the kitchen was. We saw her mixing something with a large ladle in a cauldron. We slowly peeked around the kitchen and caught a glimpse of the front door. There would be no way to get out without her noticing us. 

All of a sudden I saw a bright light. I started to shake, similar to how I shake when I have to be in front of a large crowd. Was she killing us? Did she poison us? A few minutes later I saw my mom and dad they were comforting me telling me to calm down. I saw my brother too. He was in his Halloween costume. I looked down at my costume and saw that I was still dressed in my vampire costume. What happened? "Honey, are you there?" I heard my mother calling to me with worry rattling her voice. "What happened?" I ask. "You were stepping onto a lady's porch when you tripped over the step and fell down and cracked your head open. Your brother knocked on the door and asked if the lady would call the ambulance. She did and came with them along with your brother. We were called by the hospital a little while later. Now you're here." She said with tears rimming her eyes. "Oh. Where's the lady, did she leave?" I asked wanting to thank her for calling an ambulance. "She left when we got here." Mom replied. An hour later we finally got permission to go. When we got to the check out I looked out the window and saw a glimpse of the witch lady. In the blink of an eye she was gone. 

Scary Cottages & Creepy Witches (Unrevised)

My brother and I were walking through the woods one Halloween day when we saw what appeared to be a short-cut. "Let's go that way," my brother said. We started along on the path that led deep into the woods. "Hey, look over there." I heard my brother say as he pointed towards an old cottage. There was a sign on the door that said 'Knock no more than three times if you are a child here for candy.' It was the type of cottage that said enter-me-and-die. It was not the type of place you would want to be around. It looked dark. It was so dark that you couldn't see a glimpse of light with a lantern in hand. It knocked the haunted house look dead. My brother thought it was just a Halloween decoration but if there is one thing I can tell you, it was far from any Halloween decoration. We started walking over there. My brother stepped onto the porch, making a huge creaking noise. He stepped up to the door and knocked four times. The door swung open almost immediately. 

There stood a woman with a witch costume on who was about five foot and was quite plump. She gave us an evil smirk before saying "It said to knock only three times if you were trick or treating!" I flinched at her loud tone. She pulled a lever on the left side of the wall and the ground immediately fell open and my brother and I fell down into nowhere. I had no idea where we were. All I knew was that it wasn't a soft landing. I had landed on my tush, but my brother landed on his back. 

"You alright?" I ask my brother before standing up to lend him a hand. He grabs my hand and pulls himself up. "Yeah. I'm okay." He says looking around us. There was nothing in here. You couldn't see anything. It was funny how I could see my brother like there was light in here. We were the only visible things in this room. It was like an illusion. Maybe all the walls and floors are painted black. Someone had to have built this house, so there's got to be some sort of logic to it. There would be no way to get out of a room without a door. Unless they climbed out with a ladder but with how much space divides the ceiling from the floor I find that highly unlikely. "Maybe we should look for a door or something?" I ask my brother. "I would be surprised if we found one, but I don't have any other ideas that sound better than that one." My brother responded. 

We searched for a door for a while, we hadn't got any luck yet. A little while later I heard my brother "Come here, I think I found something." I walked over to him to see him looking at a outline of a square. I stuck my hand on the wall and traced the square with my fingers to see if it was actually there. There was definitely something there. I placed both my hands on the square. I slowly pushed it away from me. I was surprised to see that it was moving. In a little while I had been able to push it out of the wall. I looked through it to see if the coast was clear. It was, so my brother went out first while I followed. We got through and found some stairs. We walked up them to find where the kitchen was. We saw her mixing something with a large ladle in a cauldron. We slowly peeked around the kitchen and saw the front door. There would be no way to get out without her spotting us. 

All of a sudden I saw a bright light. I started to scream. Was she killing us? Did she poison us? A few minutes later I saw my mom and dad they were comforting me telling me to calm down. I saw my brother too. He was in his Halloween costume. I looked down at my costume and saw that I was still in my costume too. What happened? "Honey, are you there?" I heard my mother calling to me with worry in her voice. "What happened?" I ask. "You were stepping onto a lady's porch when you tripped over the step and fell down and cracked your head open. Your brother knocked on the door and asked if the lady would call the ambulance. She did and came with them along with your brother. We were called by the hospital a little while later. Now you're here." She said with tears rimming her eyes. "Oh. Where's the lady, did she leave?" I asked wanting to thank her for calling an ambulance. "She left when we got here." Mom replied. An hour later we finally got to leave. When we got to the check out I looked out the window and saw a glimpse of the witch lady. Before I could look again she was gone. 

My personal Narrative(Revised)

By Brodie Larsen

   

Hi, I’m Brodie, as you can probably tell. I’m going to tell you about some of my hobbies and things i like to do. Equally important is that writing is Is definitely going to be on this list. I still have no clue how I got to be in Honors Language Arts of all things. I’m good at science not this! I guess reading could have been why, but that’s for later.

    For starters one of my favorite things to do is work-on and race cars. My family has been working on cars for a while so that might have something to do with it. Anyway my dad, uncle, and grandpa are all mechanics but my grandpa recently retired. I someday hope to work in designing cars but  still will work on them often. I wish it was a better industry and that the people that give hard working mechanics a bad reputation would stop being cheaters!

    Another of my hobbies is reading, I love to read. I’m currently waiting to get the fifth book in the Michael Vey series. (Which by the way are really really good). The main reason I like reading is imagery, such as, “The salty smell of the water, with the sound of the waves crashing against the beach, and the feel of the sand in between my toes." All in all that is really the main reason I like read.

    To summarize my favorite things to do are cars and reading. I think reading and cars couldn't be more different than an elephant and a mouse.Don’t tell anyone but Maybe just a very very big amount of me enjoyed writing this a lot. 

My personal 

Narrative(Unrevised

By Brodie Larsen

   

Hi, I’m Brodie, as you can probably tell. I’m going to tell you about some of my hobbies and things i like to do. Equally important is that writing is NOT going to be on this list. I still have no clue how I got to be in Honors Language Arts of all things. I’m good at science not this! I guess reading could have been why, but that’s for later.

    For starters one of my favorite things to do is work-on and race cars. My family has been working on cars for a while so that might have something to do with it. Anyway my dad, uncle, and grandpa are all mechanics but my grandpa recently retired. I someday hope to work in designing cars but  still will work on them often. I wish it was a better industry and that the people that give hard working mechanics a bad reputation would stop being cheaters!

    Another of my hobbies is reading, I love to read. I’m currently waiting to get the fifth book in the Michael Vey series. (Which by the way are really really good). The main reason I like reading is imagery, such as, “The salty smell of the water, with the sound of the waves crashing against the beach, and the feel of the sand in between my toes." All in allthat is really the main reason I like read.

    To summarize my favorite things to do are cars and reading. I think reading and cars couldn't be more different than an elephant and a mouse.Don’t tell anyone but Maybe just a very very small amount of me enjoyed writing this maybe.

My Perfect Football Game

My perfect football game was my 6th grade championship.Before  that game,Dixie beat us.This was a big blow to us because we had a winning streak of 37-0.A league record.And,we won 4 championships,and we were going to make it 5.

    45 minutes prior to the game,we all met up at a grassy spot to warm up.We all had a b4b t-shirt on because Britton Shipp’s accident was before that game.We all called that game, “The Shipp”.After we warmed up,we drove to the Stadium,walked to the field,and waited for the announcer.Because it was the Championship,my team went out on the fifty-yard line,in number order,and as the announcer called out our names,we would go out of the line and wave to the crowd.Apparently this game was a big deal because people were falling off the bleachers,there was at least 150 people total.

         Then,when both teams were done,4 people went out as captains and flipped a coin.The coin was a golden dollar,very shiny when it was in the suns rays.When that was done they all came back,my team got in a circle,with me in the middle yelling as loud as my vocal cords allowed me to.I yelled like a bear would roar,as loud as I could.As we finished that,the kick-off team went out and Dixie got the ball.After this,it gets pretty hazy,so i’ll sum up the initial game.We make some really good drives,and eventually we score twice.Summing the whole thing up,we won 40-12.

    After the game,we shook hands with Dixie,and talked with our team.After that,basically all the teams parents,friends,and family rushed the field.We took pictures,said hi to the millions of people,and took pictures with our trophy.One little detail I left out is I had an arm band.Now,that sounds really stupid,but the sentimental value of that arm band is eternal life.I know I sound crazy,but it’s just cool how something so little can have such on affect on someone so big.The arm band was white,with black squares in a specific patern that was biggest to smallest,longest to shortest,and was blood stained from a turf burn I had recently got.

So this was my perfect football game.A game I will never forget.One of the funnest games I have ever played,and we were one of the tell-your-kids-your-were-the-best-team-ever-to-play- teams.And,we have all the bragging wrights. #4peat

My Perfect Football Game (REVISED}

My perfect football game was my 6th grade football championship.Before  that game,Dixie beat us.This was a big blow to us because we had a winning streak of 37-0. A league record.And,we won 4 championships,and we were going to make it 5.

       45 minutes prior to the game,we all met up at a grassy spot to warm up.We all had a b4b t-shirt on because Britton Shipp’s accident was before that game.We all called that game, “The Shipp”.After we warmed up,we drove to the Stadium,walked to the field,and waited for the announcer.Because it was the Championship,my team went out on the fifty-yard line,in number order,and as the announcer called out our names,we would go step out of the line and wave to the crowd.Apparently this game was a big deal because people were falling off the bleachers,there was at least 150 people total.

           Then,when both teams were done,4 people went out as captains and flipped a coin.The coin was a golden dollar,very shiny when it was in the suns rays.When that was done they all came back,my team got in a circle,with me in the middle yelling as loud as my vocal cords allowed me to.I yelled like a bear would roar,as loud as I could.As we finished that,the kick-off team went out and Dixie got the ball.After this,it gets pretty hazy,so i’ll sum up the initial game.We make some really good drives,and eventually we score twice.Summing the whole thing up,we won 40-12.

    After the game,we shook hands with Dixie,and talked with our team.After that,basically all the teams parents,friends,and family rushed the field.We took pictures,said hi to the millions of people,and took pictures with our trophy.One little detail I left out is I had an arm band.Now,that sounds really stupid,but the sentimental value of that arm band is a lot to me.I know it sounds crazy,but it’s just cool how something so little can have such on affect on someone.The arm band was white,with black squares in a specific patern that was biggest to smallest,longest to shortest,and was blood stained from a turf burn I had recently got.

So this was my perfect football game.A game I will never forget.One of the funnest games I have ever played,and we were one of the tell-your-kids-your-were-the-best-team-ever-to-play- teams.And,we have all the bragging wrights. #4peat

Thanksgiving Food (not revised)

         There are so many yummy and delicious foods at Thanksgiving. One of the most and wanted dish is stuffing. According to "Mr. Food"  it says; "Stuffing is the number one must have dish at Thanksgiving." We don't actually know when stuffing was first used, but it has become a very popular Thanksgiving dish. Stuffing usually consists of bread, croutons, onion, celery, and seasoning. Turkey often has stuffing in it that makes it taste good. Many people make stuffing in different ways, but they usually taste the same. Even though the turkey is most thought of when Thanksgiving comes around, stuffing is the most wanted dish.

Pumpkin Pie is Amazing

(old post)

                  Turkey is the best food to eat at Thanksgiving. Todd Harding says: " I love Thanksgiving Day food! Why don't we have it more often? I love turkey and, the gravy on the turkey is a deal breaker." 115 voters say that turkey is their favorite. Turkey is The most eaten food on Thanksgiving, Everyone loves turkey.

(new post)
                 What is the best part about Thanksgiving? The TURKEY! "What is America's favorite Thanksgiving food or dish?" is exactly what Gallup.com asked.this is another phrase from Gallup.com; Men and women differed slightly in their preferences for Thanksgiving dishes. Although turkey was the clear favorite among both group, men were somewhat more likely to say that turkey was their favorite food, by a 53% to 45% margin. 

My Life as a Writer(not revised)

My Life as a Writer(not revised)

Ever since I was little,  I've liked writing stories or songs.  This summer, I started writing a song. What inspired me to write the song is when I was listening to a Taylor Swift song. I really liked the lyrics and thought they related to me perfectly. I haven't quite finished the song, but hope to sometime when I get inspired to write another verse. I have also written a few stories over the years. I love writing romance stories and think they are so fun to read. I have written so many that it's hard to keep track of them all. Most of them are unfinished, but I am almost done with my most recent one. I get inspired to write them all from the books I read. I take some of the characters and change them up a bit. I'm really glad that I'm in Honors LA cause I really love reading and writing. I can already tell that this year is gonna be great!

My Life as a Writer(revised)

     When I was little, I loved writing songs. I would write them all the time. Well I guess it wasn't really "writing", it was mostly just me grabbing my little pink guitar, with butterflies on it I might add, and strumming horribly while singing random things or some lyrics from a Taylor Swift song. I'm sure my parents regretted giving me my guitar after awhile of this going on.  Since then, I've gotten a new guitar and have attempted at writing some actual songs. They aren't very good, but I keep trying. This summer, I was listening to a Taylor Swift song in my room and I heard these certain lyrics that I thought would be pretty cool to add into one of my songs . I haven't quite finished the song, but hope to sometime when I get inspired to write another verse. I have also written a few stories over the years. I also love writing stories too. I love writing romance stories and think they are so fun to read. I have written so many that it's hard to keep track of them all. Most of them are unfinished, but I am almost done with my most recent one. I get inspired to write them all from the books I read. I take some of the characters and change them up a bit. I'm really glad that I'm in Honors LA cause I really love reading and writing. This year has been amazing so far and can't wait for what's to come!

blog post unrevised

I was stuck at home all by myself. It was Halloween night, but Mom had said that I was too old for trick-or-treating so instead I spent the night alone in my bed watching Monsters Inc. Then suddenly I heard the handle on my closet door begin to jiggle side, to side. Being the over thinker that I am I immediately began to think that monsters were trying to break into my room. I quickly hopped out of bed, ran down the hallway into the office, and picked up the nearest weapon in site. Which just so happened to be a... breadstick. A breadstick. A monster is trying to break into my house and i grab a breadstick. So I quickly ate the breadstick as fast as I can, picked up some scissors, and then slowly marched back to my room.

When I got to my room I slowly opened the door and creeped into my room. I flicked on the light switch and began to walk towards the closet. As I got closer to the door the door began to shake very rapidly, and I got even more scared after every step I took. Finally, my hand was on the door handle. As I slowly began to open the door the shaking began to stop. Once the door was finally open… I saw my little brother lying on the floor. It was my stupid annoying little brother that scared me. “What are you doing in here!” I exclaimed. “Don’t you remember” he very quietly croaked “You locked me in here awhile ago and the door wouldn't budge”. So what i'm only human. Everyone messes up!