The last time I saw Stephen, he scarred a hex sign on my shoulder.
“Mom, I’m home!” I was walking in to my room when I noticed some one in my stepbrother’s room. “Mom is that you?”
A boy about my age came out of the closet and pointed a gun at me. I screamed and ran to my room and shut my door. The door opened and the boy came in. He was tall and blonde just like me. It couldn’t be him. He disappeared years ago. I know it was him when said my name. Stephen, my stepbrother is home. I couldn’t see the gun but I could see a black pen in his right hand. The next thing I know he had grabbed my right arm and pulled down my shirt until my shoulder showed. It was the worst pain I had ever felt in my life. He was carving something on to my shoulder.
I couldn’t hear the front door open over my screams but, Stephen could. He was gone before my mom could comprehend my screaming and rush to my room. My mom dragged me to the kitchen and wrapped my arm in a towel. She helped me to the car and she drove me to the hospital.
“It’s just stitches honey that’s all. I can hold your hand if you want.”
“No, I will not get stitches.” Mom didn’t understand. I knew Stephen. He wasn’t the type of person that would hurt people without a good reason.
I now know that reason. I knew the moment the doctor said that the cuts on my arm were in the shape of a hex sign. He was trying to protect me. But from what?
I chose this story because when I thought of all of the suspense that the book would have. I have always like book with suspense.
-Bella Rose
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Tuesday, February 9, 2010
Wednesday, February 3, 2010
The Bear Was Eating My Peanut Butter And Jelly Sandwich.
The bear was eating my peanut butter and jelly sandwich. All I could do was stand there and watch. I stood there feeling surprised, impressed, and scared out of my wits, all at the same time.
My family had planned this vacation for months and we finally manage to go. I recall the camp ranger telling us to watch for bears and to keep our food packed away at night. But I think we were all surprised at how quickly the bear got our food.
We had just arrived, set up our tent and unpacked the food. Of course my mom made us all wash our hands. No sooner had we turned around and there was the bear with our lunch.
I finally mustered the courage to look around at the rest of my family. My dad stood there with the shocked “What do we do now” look on his face. My mother had a strange look. It was as if she was thinking “Eeew! I can’t believe it’s eating that!” It surprised me since she had spent all after noon yesterday, making each sandwich herself. The baby, sitting in my mother’s arms, was smiling and reaching out for the bear, just like she would any other stuffed animal.
As quickly as the bear arrived, it finished our lunch. It stopped and looked at us, rose up on two legs and growled. You know, a bear’s grows is much louder in real life than it is on TV and much scarier. Then I knew we were in trouble.
For my assignement, I looked through all of the suggestions and I had good ideas for all of them right away, except this one. I chose this one because I really had to think and be creative. I actually thought about it for a few weeks. Then while I was riding in the car it just came to me and I had to write.
--Franklin Davis
My family had planned this vacation for months and we finally manage to go. I recall the camp ranger telling us to watch for bears and to keep our food packed away at night. But I think we were all surprised at how quickly the bear got our food.
We had just arrived, set up our tent and unpacked the food. Of course my mom made us all wash our hands. No sooner had we turned around and there was the bear with our lunch.
I finally mustered the courage to look around at the rest of my family. My dad stood there with the shocked “What do we do now” look on his face. My mother had a strange look. It was as if she was thinking “Eeew! I can’t believe it’s eating that!” It surprised me since she had spent all after noon yesterday, making each sandwich herself. The baby, sitting in my mother’s arms, was smiling and reaching out for the bear, just like she would any other stuffed animal.
As quickly as the bear arrived, it finished our lunch. It stopped and looked at us, rose up on two legs and growled. You know, a bear’s grows is much louder in real life than it is on TV and much scarier. Then I knew we were in trouble.
For my assignement, I looked through all of the suggestions and I had good ideas for all of them right away, except this one. I chose this one because I really had to think and be creative. I actually thought about it for a few weeks. Then while I was riding in the car it just came to me and I had to write.
--Franklin Davis
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