Facing the World

Christmas this year was so cool. I got Guitar Hero World Tour. It is so hard cool and rocking. I love my band; I’m the head drummer. We already got about 7000045637 fans in only 5 days. I also got a rifle. It was awesome. We went out in the middle of nowhere and shot coke cans. I also got a microscopic mosquito that spies on people. Nobody knows that an insect is buzzing around watching them! And the last thing I got was pit-bull pajamas. They may look geeky, but It feels like I’m sleeping on a pillow. [ Comment me and tell me what you got too.]

My new year resolution is to better at basket ball then my dad. Basket ball is my secret talent I only tell close friends like Joshua, Bryana, and Drew. He could beat me by a mile with about 67 points. But he better watch out because I ‘m going to practice every minute of every day. So in the future look for my name in on the world record book. Wish me luck :]. My other New Year resolution is to get a 100 on one of my taks test. But as you know its hard to concentrate when you have your future right before your eyes. So I hope the teachers ready to slap a 100 on my paper!

“Hey honey I think we’ll make it through the year, we may even be able to buy Alex the toy he wanted since he was five”. meanwhile in the next room Alex was listening to every thing. Yes he shouted in his mind. He was bouncing off the walls like a bouncy ball. then he fell into a deep deep sleep. his parents chatted for a couple of hours and did the same….. Alex was suddenly awakened his throat felt as though it was on fire.He crept down the stairs heading toward the kitchen. Then something caught his eye the mysterious orange glare came from the living room. automatically he yelled fire. The mom and dad came running down the stairs. the dad took action by grabbing Angela [mom] and pushed her through the window. He got Alex and he did the same thing. But the dad way to large would not fit. So the last thing Alex saw before the house fell was his father he never made it out. Alex started to walk toward the house but Angela got him and they walked away in the darkness. one year later….. honk honk honk honk honk honk. the cars were zooming by. this unfortunate family was living in a box. They had a hard time ever since the dad passed away. they couldn’t return the house back to normal because the price was way to high. And nobody had a penny hope had given up on the poor family. The only food they got was out of the garbage and they bathed in the sprinklers. 10 days later…………….. “MOM look what I found a lottery ticket and it hasn’t been scratched. The mom looked at the boy in amazement as she slowly saw the words appear one   million   $ a week!!!!! the boy jumped around just like the night of the the fire. He rushed over to to the nearest gas station and handed in the ticket. The clerk gave five thousand to each of them and said “you look like you need a break.”

I was just a small boy when I was so close to being dead. I was all snug as a bug in a rug in my bed. I glanced at the clock 11:30 pm It was so late but I couldn’t go to sleep. It seemed as if something terrible was going to happen. But I soon drifted off into restless sleep….. My legs following my whole body shot out of bed, but I was still dreaming my eyes were also close, I was sleep walking! I fiddled with the lock on the back door CLICK. It opened, and I made my way outside my feet touched the cold pebbles. Then I went off in a sprint down the road my feet getting stabbed  and poked  by splinters and sharp rocks. I then followed a dark dirt road heading strait for the rattle snake pit that no one ever dared even look in that direction.  But I was walking toward it.  HOOONK.  I woke up to a blinding lite with quick reflexes I jumped out of the way. Then the only thing I wanted to do all night finally it happened I fell asleep on the cold floor.

One damp dark stormy morning. I got out of bed feeling strangely down. I walked on the cold tile floor barefooted. Put on my shoes and made a large bowl food for the chickens. I walked out the door and made my way to the chicken pen. I looked in trough the wire and saw 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 pairs of eyes. Wait only  nine but there are ten chickens. I flung the door open  and all the chickens attacked going for the bowl of food. I  through the bowl at them and started looking frantically for the missing one. Then I saw it a trail of a red liquid …….. BLOOD. I was to scared to follow the trail but I did. My heart rapidly pumping I turned the corner. There I saw it my favorite chicken lying lifelessly on the floor.

I’m dressed in ripped clothes because I get very little things.I am very short and have very very long black hair.  I’m also five years old.  I’m a very pleasant  little girl. And I’m super duper extra smart. I’m above most kids and adults in school. I think the Trunchbull hates me the most because of my father. I have a lot of  friends because I’m very smart. 10 times 10 equals 100 20 times 10 equals 200 2 times 9 equals 27 is something I would say. Lavender likes me because were both girls and were both smart and hate the Trunchbull. The author says I’m a smart little girl.

“Woo!” I yelled. I’m finally getting a D’s. I’d been asking my mom for one forever but she said no. A big adrenaline rush came to me. I was standing in line looking at the box reading rapidly. I looked ahead and saw like a million people. “Ugh,” I said. “This is going to take forever.” So I waited and waited and waited. Enough I thought time for action. I reached into the basket pulled out a foam bat and started swinging violently. About five people left but not enough. I got a humongous rubber ball and knocked out the rest. “Strike” I yell, run to the front threw the money on the counter, got to the opened the box and. . . Poof! I woke up but later on in the day I really got a D’s but without the drama.

Gentle, Great, Great grandma.
Rushing, Ravishing.
Awesome, Adventurous.
Nice Noble, Nervous.
Dashing, dangerous.
Marvelous, Magnificence.
Athletic, All mighty.

Yawn. “Wow I hate Monday,” I grumbled.

As I was getting out of bed. EERRRRR. “Hey the mail’s here.” I ran as quick as lightning to the door. DING DONG. I swung the door open and there stood a old man.

“Can I help you?” I asked in a polite voice.

“No,” he said in a rude grumpy voice.

“Well, move I have to get my mail” I was getting a little sick of him.

“NO!” he boomed.

“Listen mister, ” I started to say.

“Are you Noah?” he asked me.

“Yup!” I said.

“Here you go.” He dropped a big box at my feet. I bent down, got it, looked up and he was gone. So I went inside put the package on the couch and went to get scissors. When I came back, THE PACKAGE WAS GONE!!

I searched for it everywere. Then I looked up. “There it is!” I shouted. The package was floating in midair!

I went to get a broom and I whacked at the package madly. But when I stopped the broom was messed all up. So I got a bat. But when I hit it, the bat flew out of my hands and broke our window.

No more Mr. nice guy, I thought. This time I ran to the kitchen and got a knife and held it by the blade like in the action movies. I threw it at the box.

Darn the luck, it ricocheted off and was now hurling toward me! So without thinking I ducked and it only cut off a couple hairs. But at least the box came hurling down to the ground.

I tackled it so it wouldn’t float anymore. I stregched to get the scissors. I then stabbed the box and tore it open. “WHAT THE!!” A slimy, green-dragon-like creature was hurled up in a little ball. “Whoa!” I whispered.

His head popped up and he shot out at me and started biting me on the ear. I pushed him off and told him he was going to the pound tomorrow. But for now he was going to take a bath. So I threw him in steaming hot water.

“Eww!” I said in disgust. Green slime was oozing off his body. So I took him out and let him wiggle around a little. Then I raced him to my bed; he beat me by a mile. So then I hopped in after him and kinda bonded with Crunchy.

The next morning I woke up and saw a letter. It said,

Dear Noah,

Love,
CRUNCHY

“Oh no” I whispered, holding back an ocean of tears that were ready to burst out. Then I coudn’t fight anymore – the tears came out. Then the letter began to shake and it turned into . . . CRUNCHY. Then I lost it. I started hugging and kissing her. Thats how a terrible package became my best buddy.

Oh no! Today’s the day. The big huge TAKS test 50 questions of pain, sorrow and thinking! But I’m not going to let some hard test put me down. I got commended twice last year. And I don’t plan to get a single question wrong. I just hope Mrs. Salazar is getting ready to put a big fat 100 and a <: face on my paper. And if you see my test you will see nothing but check marks. [The teacher won't really write on my test.] Just figuratively.