TOP 10 WORD CHOICE!

1.Blazing
2.Inferno
3.Bawled
4.Shattered
5.Enchanting
6.Exotic
7.Spectacular
8.Astonished
9.Glistened
10.Lucky

New In School

The sound of my alarm clock goes... ring-ring-rang! As I slowly get up my bed creeks. I open my door and walk into the empty hallway. The sound of the toaster popping and the smell of sizzling bacon in a pan. Wow... does that ever make me hungry! My mother turns around and smiles. I sit down at the dining table and wait for breakfast. My little brother screeches as I take the salt and pepper away from him. My father walks in with my little sister holding his had and my twin baby brothers in his arms. You think one kid would be enough... but sadly no. My parents end up with four more. As my father puts Dallas and Andrew in their play pen, my mother puts the breakfast on the table. Slowly I reach over to the plate of hot bacon. OUCH! I had just been stabbed with a fork!
"MARCUS! What was that for?" I asked. Marcus laughed. Marcus is eight years old, he still has a lot of learning to do before he realizes he can't stab people with forks! Since Marcus didn't answer my question I tried to reach for another piece. Gladly I didn't get stabbed with a fork but now my hand was covered in spit. Uh... I'd just been spat on!
"MOLLY! Why'd you do that? It's gross!" I asked. I was getting mad. Molly burst into tears. Molly is five years old, she also has a lot to learn before she realizes that she needs to keep her spit to herself!
"Molly... what's wrong dear?" My mother sounded so tired!
"Emilio yell at me!" Molly has such bad grammar! My mother turned to stare at me.
"Emilio!" My Mom was angry. I started to argue back.
"Mom! Marcus stabbed me with a fork and Molly spat on me! I can't take much more of this! I'M NO LONGER HUNGRY!!" Quickly I stood up and the chair hit the hardwood flooring. Dallas and Andrew hated that noise so they started squealing.
"EMILIO! GET BACK HERE AND EAT YOUR BREAKFAST!!" My mom yelled. I'd never heard her yell like that so I just ignored her. I slammed my bedroom door and opened my closet. I pulled out a pair of skinny jeans and a plaid shirt. I walked into the bathroom and opened up the medicine cabinet where the toothpaste was. Suddenly all of my Dads allergy pills scattered all over the floor.
"MOM!" Marcus was standing right at the door, ready to rat on me. I ran at him with rage and pushed him over! I grabbed my backpack before I could get in anymore trouble and sprinted out of the door.

As the yellow school bus approached the corner I began to think of things that could happen. What if everybody makes fun of me? What if I make no friends? Or what if I get run over by the school bus? Hmm... lots of questions. The bus halted to a stop. The doors swung open and that's when the butterflies started flying around in my stomach! As I walked down the isle to find a seat the bus started to move and I lost balance. I fell face first onto the floor. Everyone began to laugh at me. I felt like such a fool! I opened my back-pack and pulled out my favourite book. I felt someones heavy breath on my neck.
"Hey look everyone! It's Nerdy!!" Behind me the boy screamed right in my ear and everyone laughed. I sighed.

As I walked out of the bus someone pushed me down the steps and I fell... face first again. I got up and rubbed my cheeks. Ouch... How could this day get worse? Slowly and nervously I walked into the office.
"Can I help ya dear?" This woman was young, she looked fairly new and she had one headphone in her ear. How rude.
"Well... hmmm.. I'm new here. Can you help me?" The woman looked at me.
"Huh? I didn't hear you darling. Speak up." My body stiffened.
"I'm new here! Can you help me?" She nodded.
"Certainly," She handed me a timetable and a list of all my classes. "This will be your first class." She ended and walked off. Blankly I stared at the sheet. My first class is math... not my best subject I thought. I opened the door and walked towards the stairs.

On third floor I found my class room. My teacher was there. I stood nervously in the doorway. Worriedly thinking what if I make a bad first impretion?
"You must be Emilio Randles. Am I right?" The teacher looked at me. She was also a woman. I coughed to clear my throat. I don't want to choke or anything.
"Er.. yea. You are right." Struggling I forced a smile but it went back to an upside down smile! She smiled back.
As she smiled she told me to sit down and wait for the rest of the class. Silently I sat there. Waiting for others to appear. Tick-tock. I heard the clock, it was pretty loud. I saw some kids arrive. One boy just stood in the doorway and stared at me.
"You again?!" He sounded surprised and fustrated all at the same time."Kid! Your sitting in my spot!"
"Well... the teacher told me... to sit here." I replied with a few stutters here and there.
"I don't care what the teacher said! That's my spot." He just stood there looking like he wanted to punch me.
"Jackson! Sit down." He turned round and stared at the teacher. Oh, how I hate when the teacher tries to stare you down. Like a dog before it attacks. Jackson... if that was his real name, sat down. I could see him staring at me through the corner of his eyes. He looked so evil!

Halfway through the lesson Jackson stood up again. He walked over and pushed me out of my seat. He sat down in it yelling, 'Victory Is Mine!' Oh how I wanted to punch him.
"Ha,ha! Your such a loser! Elmo!" That was the last time someone was ever going to call me that in my life. I stood up at punched him. He fell to the ground, followed by a thump! I was shocked. What did I just do? I grabbed my backpack and ran! I heard the teacher yelling but I just kept on running. Fustrated I kept on running. After a long minute of deciding what I should do, I ran on home.

Opening the door my mother turned around to stare at me.
"Emilio? What are you doing home so early? Especially on your first day of school." She walked over and put her arm around me.
"I got bullied... From the moment I stepped on the bus that stupid Jackson kid, had to bully me!!" Tears started to form and my eyes began to swell up.
"Oh my stars! Emilio I'm so sorry" She pulled me into a hug. Under her arm was my head.
"I punched him Mom.." I burried my head into her arm deeper and her grip got tighter.
"You what Emilio?" Mother sounded so worried.
"I said I punched him mom, he called me Elmo! I promised myself that, that would be the last time someone would say that." I cried. After five long minutes she told me to get some rest. I nodded and walked to my room. Crying I lay on my bed and cry myself to sleep. Oh how my pillow was soaked with tears but I didn't care.

Run on Sentences

1. My friend Bob likes to watch Harry Potter because he loves all the magic they perform

2. Dogs can be very cute at times and annoying at other times

3.I knew my friend would like this present I got her because its sparkly

My Most Embarrasing Moment

Okay.... so this is my most embarrassing moment, it was back when I was living in England. I'm pretty sure I had just started grade two and I was in a completely new school! My Mom had to literally drag me into school.... I was kicking and screaming, since I'd always been scared of starting at a new school. The reason why... was because I didn't make many friends at my other school or if I did, they would all betray me. Anyway... no matter how hard my Mother tried, I still would not go through that door! Now at this time everyone was staring at me... and I felt like a complete fool. I think some kids were laughing at me. I really didn't care, I just wanted to be at my old school with my other friends. Even if they did kind of bully me.... After most people had gone inside a boy came up to my Mother and I. He said his name was Liam... Liam Lloyd. He reassured my Mom that he would stay with me through out the whole day, and make sure I made plenty of friends! My Mom nodded and told me everything would be okay. I gave her a big hug! As I walked into school with Liam, I looked back to wave good-bye... but my Mom had already gone. Liam looked at me.
"You want to be best friends?" He asked. I wasn't sure what to say. I never truly had a best friend... since I realized I couldn't trust anyone! I looked back at him.
"Er... yea! I'd love to be your best friend!!" I was really happy!
"Yea! You're cheeks are red!" Liam pointed out. We laughed! Now that I was happy, he walked me to the teacher and told him who I was. I knew what was coming next... introducing me too the class!! He told everyone to sit down in the Carpet Corner.
"Class...." He began. "We have a new student in the class." He paused and everyone looked in my direction. I turned bright red.

After lunch we had Gym. We ran through an obstacle course. Under bars. Over chairs. It was really fun. My teacher bought out all of the gymnastics equipment. He told us not to jump off of the really high ones. Next thing you know, there's screaming. Because my friend had broken his arm. Although the teacher had specifically told us not to do anything silly!

3o'clock was the time we left school. My Grandma was going to pick me up from school. I couldn't see her car anywhere! This is exactly what I did to look for her. Behind bushes. Beside other cars. I even looked under things! She was NO where to be seen. Quickly, I began to get worried. Everyone in the school had almost gone. Sadly I walked down and sat on the brick wall. While I sat there, a shadow appeared over me and a hand patted my shoulder. Slowly I walked up to see my Grandma! I was SO happy! I asked her where she'd been... she said she just had to stop at the store and get me something nice to eat! After opening my chocolate bar and taking a bite I told her about my new best friend. Smiling, she said that she was happy for me! I gave her great big hug... and we were on our way home!

Sentence Starters

Subject:The Cat played with a ball of string. The stupid boy stared at the sun and became blind.

Prepostional:Over the chair the cat jumped. Behind the clouds the sun shone brightly.

-ly:Clumsily the girl tripped down the stairs. Slowly the turtle won the race.

-ing:Running away from the wolf was hard work. Swimming is fun for dogs and people.

-Clause:Because he was nervous everybody laughed at him. Although she was sad nobody cared.

-VSS:He was tired. It was the end.

-ed:Discovered, the criminal turned himself in. Filled with anger she stormed to her room.

April Fools Day Pranks

It was March 31st and I wanted to pull the best prank ever on my older brother, Ryder. He is the oldest out of us four kids. When Mom and Dad died they put Ryder in charge, I don't think he can handle all the responsibility, that's why he asks me to help. Or maybe instead of pranking Ryder, I could prank Andrew, my second oldest brother. He's probably part responsible with looking after Curtis and I. Curtis is my third oldest brother, while I'm the youngest. I'm not the youngest by far, only a year. Curtis is fifteen, Andrew is sixteen and Ryder is seventeen. This wouldn't be the best idea, but instead of pranking my brothers... I could prank the Socs! My brothers and I are Greasers. Our friends are Greasers too! None of us get along with Socs at all, especially after the last incident. I don't understand why we were all born in one world and people separate it into two! Us Greasers can't walk alone with a group of Socs jumping us, exactly what happened to me! Ryder must of been insane to let me walk alone. Ryder would kill me if I told him this, but I love one of the Socs. I could never prank him. His name is Danny. Being a Greaser and all makes it pretty tough, to love someone in the 'different' world. I'd love to see the day when Danny became a Greaser and told me that he loved me! Except Ryder would probably get our whole gang and beat his head in! I haven't told anyone that secret except for my Best Friend, she's been my friend for as long as I can remember. Lisa! The brighter side of things is that, I'm actually with one of my own 'kind'. Kenickie, but some of us call him Ken. He hates that so we just stick with Kenickie. I love him, but I could never tell him that I liked Danny, otherwise he would be SO mad! His head would probably blow up!! He's been through a lot lately, with his oldest brother dieing in a horrible car accident, along with his parents!
Right now is four in the morning and Ryder has to get up in an hour to go to work, so I'm going to go change his alarm clock to an hour behind.

I tip-toed into Ryder's room. He got Mom and Dad's old room after they died. Except he changed the bed because it smelt too much of Dad and his manly stench. The alarm clock was closest to the door, I stopped in fright because Ryder started to toss and turn. He was probably dreaming of our old puppy, Squeak. The reason we called him Squeak was because everytime he barked, it sounded like he was saying squeak! He stopped tossing and turning. I reached the alarm clock and changed it, so the alarm would sound at exactly 5am so he would get to work at 6 and not 5. (Haha) I quickly ran into my room and fell back to sleep.

The alarm I thought, as I woke up. I heard Ryder scream!!
"VIOLET! ANDREW! CURTIS! GET OUT HERE NOW!" We tiredly walked out into the hallway. "Do ya'll know what time it says on this alarm clock?" He asked with a raised voice. We looked at him.
"Uh, five. Ryder" Andrew answered. Ryder cocked an eyebrow.
"YES! And do ya'll know what time it's supposed to say?" He asked as he raised his voice even higher.
"Um, four?" Curtis replied. Ryder cocked his eyebrow again.
"YES!! NOW I'M GOING TO BE LATE FOR WORK!" Ryder yelled. I looked at him.
"Man, Ryder.... chill! Your not going to be late." I assured him as he pulled out a cigarette.
"I need to go calm down!" He answered as he lit the cigarette, he burnt himself in the process and shook his hand just until the pain blew away. Ten minutes later he was downstairs wearing his blue jeans, looking as mad as ever.
"WHERE'S MY T-SHIRT?!" He yelled. He started stomping up and down the hallway. Curtis, Andrew and I were starting to get slightly frightened of Ryder.
"Um... It's on the back of the chair." Curtis pointed to it. We all laughed!
"THIS ISN'T FUNNY!" Ryder screamed. At this point I burst into laughter.
"APRIL FOOLS!!!!" I shouted in laughter. Ryder stared at me with evil eyes. Andrew elbowed me.
"Don't say anything..." He whispered.
"YOU THINK IS SOME FUNNY IDEA OF AN APRIL FOOLS JOKE... VIOLET?" Ryder asked with an angry tone in his voice. I looked at him with scared puppy eyes.
"Yea, it's hilarious!" I replied as I burst out laughing again. He looked at me again.
"WELL NOW I'M GOING TO BE LATE FOR WORK AND I COULD LOOSE MY JOB!" He yelled.
"Ryder... I'm sorry, I thought it would be funny!" I replied.
"Well sorry doesn't cut it!!" He answered. I started getting mad, and when I get mad I start to burst out the truth!
"I like a Soc!! And Ryder you're the worst big brother ever!!" I bit my lip.
"YOU WHAT?!" Ryder was confused and mad all at the same time.
"DON'T SHOUT AT OUR LIL' SISTER LIKE THAT!!" Curtis shouted! Ryder hit Curtis in the back of the head. Now I was really mad!
"DON'T YOU HIT CURTIS OVER THE HEAD!!!" I screamed as I started hitting Ryder! Ryder began to laugh. I stopped hitting him and looked up at his face.
"What's so funny??" I asked.
"You!" Ryder replied.
"What about me??" I asked again.
"APRIL FOOLS!" Ryder shouted! He hugged me.
"It was an April Fools joke to see ya'll get mad?" I wondered.
"Yea, I know how mad you'd get if ya'll saw me get mad and when you see me sometimes hittin' ya guys you all stick up for each other. Thats true family love! So when I hit Curtis you got really mad, but it wasn't real!" Ryder laughed again. As he hugged me again.
"Oh... I guess that is kinda' funny." I laughed. Andrew and Curtis walked over and joined the hug.

Since it was the weekend, Ryder took a day off of work. He wanted to spend his weekend with his only family he has left, and we wanted to be with him! We went to the movies, had Dairy Queen, and ate blizzards. It was delicious!! Now I'm just so tired, so I think I'll get some sleep! I wonder if Ryder, Curtis and Andrew will remeber this day? Because I know I will!!