Crazy Stories

On a bright, cheery summer day in 2009, I was sitting on the couch, watching TV. I heard a strange noise, so I turned around to see what it was. Sophie was happily dragging a bag of some strange powder. “Uh… Soph-”  I was immediatly interrupted by Sophie. “SHHH!” She said, “I’mVERY busy, Audrey!” “Umm…Sophie, I don’t.. um …want to  interupt you in whatever your doing..but…um.. what are you doing!?” “Oh, I’m putting koolaid powder in the pool so I can swim in koolaid!” She said. “Sophie, uh, that’s not possible!”  “AHHHHH!!!!!” Sophie immediatly threw a tantrum. So I just let her, but not in the pool! I cave her a small tub of water. “But you’re NOT swimming in it!” I walked away quikly to avoid any whining. “Geez!” I thought. “Sophie and her imagination!”

How many of you have someone important in your life? I have a lot of people, like, my dad, my mom, my grandma, my grandpa, and so on. But today, I’m focusing on one person. My little sister, Sophie. A lot of people would describe her as zany and boisterous, (crazy) but today, I’m going to write about how she helps me when I’m feeling sad. Here’s how the story goes; “Ohhh…” I sobbed, sitting on the rugged couch. I was crying because I had fallen and hurt my  arm. “Ohhh, ohhh!” I weeped again. “Ohh-”   “Hey, Audwey, look at dis!” My little sister, Sophie, practically shouted. “Sophie, go away!” I thought. “What?” I mumble. No sooner than I had finished that question had Sophie started struggling to do a summersault. (A summersault is a roll forward on the ground.)Thump! Thud! She went as she fell repeatedly. “H-H…” I tried to hide my elated laughter, but failed. “HaHaHaHa!” My hesitating turned into a guffaw. I was smiling from ear-to-ear. I felt as if I was floating in mid-air because I was elated. I watched as my brown haired little sister became a hysterical (VERY funny) show-off. She seemed to be washing away my worries. “Woah!” She said, making a foolishly strange attempt tomake me laugh. (She was pretending to fall, and since she was little, it was VERY easy to tell that she was pretending!) I started guffawing again. “HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!!!!!!” I was so entertained that I had forgotten about my deep cries of sorrow. ‘”Ta da!” Ecclaimed Sophie, after her act. “Wow,” I thought, “she’s never done those crazy things before!” I slowly got off the couch and began playing with her. I felt like someone hat lifted a weight of my chest. Now, she does this exact routine every time I cry. Cheering me up when I cry is why she is one of the most important people in my life, and I’ll never forget that…

One nipping cold December morning, I woke up to a snow frosted ground. The wind seemed to howl. It seemed as if the snow was a ginormous white blanket. It was 4 feet deep! I decided to go outside, so I slipped on my thick rubber boots and slid on my heavy winter coat. As I ran outside, in the distance, I could see a big cave! “Well, even though my parents will get mad, going in the cave will be worth it.” I thought, although I felt like I was about to play with fire.

When I arrived at the cave, I went inside it to explore. “Oh, gosh!” I exclaimed in awe. The cave was full of ice frosted crystals! And let me tell you, THAT really made my day! I laughed and ran and played all day. First, I skipped rocks (ice crystals) across the water. The ice crystals one by one skipped 1 time and landed on the lake ground with a soft “thud”. Then, suddenly, a raft glided over to me! I hopped on and rode the woody boat for quite a while. As I glided, I thought about the ice crystals. Maybe I’ll take some home! I thought. As I glided across the still water, I said aloud; “Maybe I should go now.” I paddled across the water, making ripples. When I came to the cave entrance, I ran around, 1 more time. My footsteps made echo’s. I lay myself down on the floor, thinking back of how much fun I’d had on that winter day. I remembered raft ride, the fun-run. That was probably the most fun time in my life.

As I trudged through the snow, on my way home, I thought of how my family would react to the tricolor crystals. I was positive that they would absolutely LOVE them! The sparkly armor, the deep colors…

As I arrived home, I pictured my parents, laughing with joy. I opened the smooth wooden door. “CRRROOOAAAAKKK” It went. “MOM! DAD! SOPHIE!” I yelled as my feet didn’t even seem to be touching the ground. “Look at these BEAUTIFUL crystals!” I exclaimed. “Oh, goodness, how did you get those!?” My family almost yelled. At that moment I felt very ambivalent. “Lng story.” I said. VERY long story…

My favorite band is called Owl City. This band has very cool songs like Fireflies or Rainbow Veins or The Saltwater Room. But the surprising thing is that it’s not a band it’s one man named Adam. I would like it if you told me your favorite band so please do.

I remember, one sweltering hot summer day, me and my sister were swimming in our backyard pool. Although she had a vest on, Sophie was scared to be let into the open water without anyone holding her. I decided to teach her that swimming isn’t so scary. Bad decision. “Sophie, I’m gonna let go of you now, but I’m right here.” I said cautiously. “Um…o.k..” Sophie said, unsure. I let her go, not knowing what a bad decision I made. Sophie loved swimming, but the bad part was, I had to stay with her in shallow water to watch after her ALL DAY!!! I never got to swim because of her! Next time I’ll think before I do something. I wish I hadn’t done that!!!

My sister Sophie, is driving me cra-z! I can’t believe her! She throws my stuff, she hits me, she screams at me…  I don’t know what to do! But the important thing is that we’re family and we care about each-other…..

Right now I’m bored, so I’m writing just to write. I like writing because you can just express yourself and be yourself. I also like writing because you can get out what’s on your mind, like a journal. I have a journal because if I have a secret I can’t hold in, I just write it all in my journal. How do you feel about writing?

Have you ever had something that inspired you? I have. It all started one hot summer Saturday morning in June. I had waken up early (as usual) amd I was flipping through the channels.”There’s nothing good on tv!” I thought to myself. I accidentally pressed the Select button on a tennis show. “Darn!” I thought to myself. “Just another boring channel.” But something out of the ordinary happened. I began to watch it. As soon as my dad woke up, I exclaimed excitedly; ” Dad, can I take tennis lessons?”  ”Umm… will you stay in lessons?”  ”Yes.” Do you really want to?”  ”Yes.” “O.K., then!” I was so happy!

Now I take weekly tennis lessons, and when I grow up, I want to be a tennis player. It’s strange how one little show can make such a big inspiration, isn’t it?

PLOP!!! My little cousin, Mate’s face drops into the moist, blue cake. I was in San Antonio visiting my cousins Monika and David. I was at my other cousins’ party. He, also, lived in San Antonio. YAY!!!, everyone cheered. After we ate cake, my Aunt Alex said, “Ok, everyone, you may all go home now!” Me and my family walked out of the peach-painted house. “Mom, can I ride with Monika and David?” I asked. “Oh, all right, Audrey!”, said my mom. On the way back, my Aunt Gaby let us pick out something to eat at Seven Eleven. We all got ice cream sandwitchces. I tried to tell my Aunt Gaby something but failed to finish.”Thank- BOOM!!! I was interupted. I had no clue what was going on. Then, I heard Monika crying. My heart twisted in my chest. My neck felt as though 1,000 needles were being inserted into it.Then, I, too, started to cry. We had been hit by a drunk driver. Me and Monika seemed to be the only ones who were hurt. David looked shocked, mouth wide open. The ambulance soon came and drove us to the hospital. I was very happy to see my mom com into the room. “Wow, I want a bed like that!”, said my little sister Sophie. I was surprised that I was alive. That made me realize something. Life is great. Now, Monika is 13, David is 16, and I am 10. It has been 2 years since the surprising, shocking, horrifying expierience. I am glad to be alive. Now, every time I  enter my cousins’ van, I have flashbacks.

I remember when I was little, about 4, I was playing outside. I didn’t notice all the bees because I was too engrossed in watching a small bug crawl on the palm of my hand. Then suddenly, a small bee landed on my hand. “AHHHHHHH!!!!” I shook my hand so hard, the bee got irritated and stung me. I cried for hours. I kept asking my mom for a band- aid, but we had none. It took 2 whole months to heal!