It all started when the third stone came skipping back.
Mary and Mark were normal twins; they fought every day and were pretty normal, but not totally. “I bet I’ll win,” said Mark with confidence. “NO, I WILL!” exclaimed Mary. “Fine! Let’s go down to the lake and have a skipping contest.” It was the game Mary and Mark played to end an argument. Mark’s two stones were five, but Mary’s were only two. “Ha, I win!” exclaimed Mark. “No, it was best out of three,” Mary said sharply. “Fine,” Mark replied briskly. Then the unthinkable happened: the third stone came back! Mary and Mark watched the stone flop in front of their feet. They looked at each other, turned, and ran. When the twins got home they didn’t tell anybody because they heard about Emma and Evan who disappeared at that lake, and they were told not to go or talk about the lake.
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Buford was walking home from the party late last night. He was walking through the alley shortcut when he heard it. Merowww? Merowww? Rowr! Hiss! Fttt! Butford raced into the darkness to break up the cat fight. Little did he know that it would have a great effect on his very near future. ...
Have you ever gone camping in the dark woods and sat around the glowing red and orange campfire with flames jumping around and ate creamy delicious s'mores? Have you ever slept in a small cramped tent that takes ages to put up and when you do put it up its wrong because all the confusing parts and the directions. The directions are terrible and you can barely read them because all the different languages Chinese, Spanish and tons more. Then when it’s time to go to sleep, but you can’t really go to sleep because the bumps in the ground and the crickets chirping and the toads make an obnoxious noise- woooua woooua. Surprisingly, I like camping. I think it’s fun. I know a lot of people are probably saying ‘how does he like that stuf?’, I just like fishing, hunting, and the great outdoors.
So one Wednesday my friend Ian Cummings called me and said, “Do you and your dad want to go camping at my grandparents over the weekend for two days?” “Yeah, sure, but my dad can't go because he has to drive my sister to visit a college. My dad said that he could drive me up to the farm.” I answered. Ian said that his dad could drive me back home. Think of the storm roaming the sky uneasily
like a dog looking for a place to sleep in, listen to it growling.” “To the intelligent, nature converts itself into a vast promise, and will not be rashly explained.” -Ralph Waldo Emerson It was August, Summer 2013. Wednesday, at soccer camp. Coach had just dismissed us. Me and my friend Jack Miller were walking to get our bikes. We looked up, and saw dark, growing clouds, looking as though they were about to let out an immense shower of water. They were menacing, and had an aura that meant business. It made me visualize the worst rainstorm on Earth, but even worse. And guess what happened, just as we hopped on our bikes. It did just what I had previously described. It started to rain. And when I mean rain, I mean RAIN. The rain clouds were a pitcher of water, pouring down at us like crazy, the rain traveling at incredible speeds from the clouds, raiding down at us. We couldn’t even hear each other speak as the deafening roar drowned all sounds except its own. We sat on our bikes and started to ride, or should I say, inch up the hill. We couldn’t even ride up it because of the rain and how slippery the road felt. It made my muscles feel like they we riding up a mountain encased in an everlasting coat of ice. In other words, the hill was not letting us get up. To make it even worse, the winds gusted, with sudden breezes blasting at us with a gargantuan amount of force. When we rode even one foot, it was a milestone. Eventually, after very hard work, we reached the top of the hill. That’s when the fun began. Jack and I were going really fast as we glided down the sidewalks and streets. The water felt like a burst of energy as it hit us; it just made us go even faster. It also felt really refreshing after a hard morning of soccer. It almost felt like flying. I was drenched to the bone, but I didn’t care. Jack and I yelled with joy. It was an awesome experience. Then, it came. The hill. Located at Florence Avenue down to Runnymede Avenue. Actually, not just the hill, but the hill that might just assist in breaking the record for fastest speed on a bike while it was raining. Okay, that might not be a real thing, but to us at the moment it was. We looked down the edge. The rain was battering the road, showing no mercy. The wind ferociously blew the trees back and forth like the big pine trees were little twigs. The power of the storm stopped me, and I spoke for the first time. “ Let’s go.” That’s all it took for us to start pedaling as fast as we could down the hill. Honestly, and I bet Jack would say this too, it felt like the rain wasn’t even touching me. It was like a day at the waterpark, except it wasn’t all nice and sunny. I heard the gales of wind shot past me, not the screams of happy riders. Here I saw a wall of water in front of me, not a clear blue sky and the sun. Here I tasted the rain as it bombarded me, not the fresh, crisp air and the cool breeze. That’s how fast we were going. This event showed me how fun rain, and nature, could be. It can make the coolest moments of your life happen. I hope you think again next time its raining and you want to stay indoors. One touch of nature makes the whole world kin. This quote is by William Shakespeare. His quote explains what joins this writing together. Last year, my Oma and I went to her back garden and planted flowers and vegetables. We planted lots of good stuff like lettuce, tomato, carrots, marigolds, and her favorite flower morning glories. Every day we would visit her and water the plants. Then a couple of months before she died we went to the garden and saw that the flowers and vegetables bloomed. It possesed pulchritudinous. My back bent in a shape of a question mark.
After, she said to keep it alive and never let it die. After she passed, I went back to the garden and looked at the morning glories and it looked like she shined out of the center of the flower. It looked as if she dug through the clouds of heaven coming back through a passage that ended at the flower. I cried and the tears ran out of me like a waterfall. I thought about my Oma and wished she could stand really next to me. Now, I still take care of the garden. The garden speaks to me through her voice. Everytime I see the morning glories I think of my oma. I see the brightness of her smile, the joyfulness of her jokes and much more. I always pretend that I’m with her. I do feel that nature makes people become closer together. I guess you're right Shakespeare, you’ve gained my vote. The garden sits in the empty lot behind my house. It used to be taken care of by the town and was very beautiful to the eye, but now it is a jungle of weeds. The garden used to be like a butterfly. The brightly colored flowers dotted out the delicate and precise detail of the butterflies wings. The large oak tree proudly stood in the center of the garden. It’s crisp, brown trunk became the butterflies stomach and head. The garden delicately turns the hearts of all who see it happy and kind, and flutters to the next broken heart that needs mending. A beautiful fence surrounded the whole garden, with an arbor opening the entrance. A path of wood-chips lined with bricks precisely separates each section of the garden. The garden was a beautiful wonderland, until the town forgot about it.
Now the garden is a monster. The arbor grew sharp wooden teeth that growl when you attempt to enter. If you do somehow make it in, the weedy fur of the monster garden sprawls out in all directions, ignoring the brick boundaries, reaching at you. The uncut fur grows out and around the fence, reaching for people passing by. The oak tree in the center swats when you walk by and makes a “Grrrr” noise if it misses you. The flowers are all dead, and if some made it alive, they are overgrown and mean. If you go up to smell the pretty but overgrown flower, you get a stench that smells like dirty socks and dead fish. The monster garden swallows you whole, never letting you out. I don’t think I’ve ever seen anyone come out since the monster has formed. One day I found an opening in the fence. I walked into the monster, but not through the arbor mouth, which means it can’t possibly swallow me. The next day I came back with pliers, dirt, a shovel, and a bag. I steadily worked on the monster’s fur, cutting it to a nice length. I took out all of it’s weedy knots and trained the tree to once be proud and nice again. I brought in flowers and new brick and fixed the boundaries. Slowly, I made the garden back to what it once was. This is my garden now, and I am the garden’s. We work together, me and my tamed monster. I woke up on a Friday morning to the sound of my almost broken alarm clock hollering at me to jump out of bed and walk to school. Aw, great- another day of sitting in a desk and taking notes on the next big test, then as I turn to look out the window.
“Come on... Seriously!” The sky completely dark and gray and with no sign of the sun I just wanted to fall back to sleep and hope that no one would notice. Then at the corner of my eye I catch a glimpse of my calendar. There it was in enormous and in bold letters, Color Day! “YES!” Today is the day that the Reds will win. As I make my way to school, I start to become a little nervous. The sky keeps getting darker and darker and I didn’t bring my jacket. All I want to do is turn around but it was already 8:20 and I wouldn’t make it to school if I did. So as I walk into my classroom everyone one is excited, yelling at each other, saying that their color is going to win. Then our Principal comes on the speaker and says alright teachers please send 1st grade then 2nd grade then lastly is us, then soon good old sixth grade. I never understood why younger grades had to go first is it because it would be too crowded for the children to go to where they had to or if it is a safety procedure or what. As we walk outside I start to worry that color day might be canceled because of the rain delay. Now by this point the teachers have two lines screaming at each other how reds are the best and blues are number one. Red and Blue confetti flying everywhere highschoolers running up and down between the lines trying to make their color pumped up. Then as we walk on the football field we can hear the loud and faint screams from the stands. The Reds on one side and the two year champions the Blues on the other. Then as the game starts i completely forget about it. All of us are cheering, “Go Go You Can Do It, Come On, Let’s Go!!!!” but as I looked at the sky I could see that it will obviously rain today and then at the same time the wind is treacherous and we are all freezing. Then as its our grades turn to compete I felt almost like someone is spitting on me which is not cool and something disgusting to do ,but when I turned around no one is behind me thats when I realized too look up that’s when I realized that the rain had begun. At this point I’m nervous because from the looks of it, this isn’t all of the rain ,but the start of it. Players doing their best to hold onto the rope for dear life while trying to rip the rope out of the other colors hands and at the same time with huge, fat drops of rain hitting them in the head. The mud splashing from left to right and pieces of grass getting ripped off the football field. It was a almost like macaroni being glued to a mask in preschool. When the rain started to pour hard teachers and the principals were leading their students too shelter. But both of the sixth grade teachers were not there, it felt like we were abandoned until our principal came asked us if we wanted to leave. As a true Red die hard player I wanted to watch the the rest of the game ,but only to watch the Reds lose again. For the second time in two years I walked home in the pouring rain in sorrow. Just another day of losing. When I walk into the door I am soaking wet ,but I didn’t really care. I decided to make myself a sandwich to end my hunger, but my stomach still felt empty. As I turned to walk out of the kitchen I noticed the puddles I had made and quickly ran to grab a towel before my parents found out. So I quickly cleaned up the floor and hid the towel in the laundry and slowly trudged up the the stairs as if I was walking in snow. I kicked my door open and once again I saw that same word in enormous and in bold letters Color day. Today is the day that the Reds lost again and this is my second time in two years that it has rained on Color day. But I still don’t understand why it had to to rain today. My experience in Peru was very fabulous . I went to lots of places like La Merced, Huancayo, and Lima, Peru. When I first got to Peru, I had to stay in Lima until my sister, Nory, had come for the whole family to go to the family´s main city, Huancayo. I felt personally that Huancayo was better than Lima because Lima is more polluted and smelly than Huancayo. Like when I was on the road while I was sitting in the back seat of the car to go travel, I tried to put down the window and when I did, IT SMELLED SO BAD. A week later, I went to this place called La Merced. La Merced is a city in upper Peru. It took 5 hours from bus to go there. While I was in La Merced, I went to this fabulous jungle where it reminded me of pictures of Costa Rica. I saw lots of Monkeys and insects. Then I saw this huge waterfall and I actually went under . My family took lots of pictures and we enjoyed the experience. Later that day, we had to go in this little mini van to go back to Huancayo. During my days in Huancayo, I haven’t been doing much. I sat on my bed doing some reading and some homework. It was boring until I came back to Lima, where my 2 favorite cousins were. After 3 days in Lima, I sadly had to come back to America.
Ralph Waldo Emerson said, “In nature, all is useful, all is beautiful. It is therefore beautiful, because it is alive.” I found this as true one color day that began in misery and disaster then ended out in perfectness and warmth.
Color day is a tradition at jenkintown where the two jenkintown colors red and blue go against each other it is kinda like a giant field day, you get a color when you come to jenkintown and every one in your family is that color and is always that color. One color day it rained during most of the event so we all sat out in the pouring rain or dry ish in the bathroom. My team won our event because when I was the anchor I couldn’t wait to get out of the rain. Then my grade was allowed to leave but me and my friend couldn’t find my mom so we stayed in the rain getting frost bite. Then I found my mom and she was at home all along and know was looking for my brother. By then it was at the last event so me and my friend watched while my mom found my brother inside. After they announced the score we left I was upset when my team was still on a losing streak but I was exuberant to finally get out of the rain because I was drenched. When we got to my house my mom made us hot chocolate and popcorn then we needed something to do so we invited my brother’s friend over and I got out my Ipad. We then had a lot of fun making things in imovie. They were hilarious, then after he left we made a newscast and in it my brother sang opera, me and my friend were laughing so hard. “In nature, all is useful, all is beautiful. It is therefore beautiful, because it is alive” because nature turned a losing streak into an awesome time. I can’t wait to do it again next year, but hopefully without the rain. When we moved into our first house I wasn't born yet. It was a row home house so it was pretty small. It was only my mom dad and Ryan my older brother, I came few years later and then it was Caden next. My mom and dad were expecting on more baby and that was it, but that didn't happen. I now had two more siblings in my family Shawn and Olivia, and seven people living in a small house.
We have been living in my house for a long time now. It is a big difference when you start with one kid in your family and go to five kids in your family. We do Christmas brunch every year and it was starting to get hard to do our family traditions when you have a small house with kids running all around. My mom and dad finally started to look for a new house, but they were looking in Jenkintown so we could stay in the same neighborhood. We looked at a bunch of houses and couldn't find one. Me and my dad were driving by a house we already looked at a while ago and my dad called the realtor to see if we could take another look. The lady said we could come in to check it out. I couldn't believe it when my mom and dad came home and said we were moving. We sold our house pretty quick which was good luck, and sooner that later we were living in our new house. Our new house was definitely bigger than our old one but no to big which I like. |
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