Christina's Plan

“Yuck! I hate broccoli!” Andy screamed. “I won’t eat it!” he shouted “Come on, just one more bite, for mommy?” my mom coaxed. He looked at her lovingly, you see, he was a rock solid, without a doubt, nothing can stop him, mamma’s boy! “Mom, you don’t need to coax him. I would just shove it up his nose till he ate it.” I told mom. “Yes Hon, but, then not only would he hate me, still not like broccoli, be mad, and-“ “Would eat his broccoli!” I interrupted. “I don’t think I will ever let you get married! You have the weirdest ideas about marriages, and not to mention children! Who agrees with me?” she replied and asked. The room was chorused with my family agreeing with her. I shrugged in a good-natured way. “Well, all I know is that you guys are just joking. If I were you mom, I would not let Andy marry either. He won’t like what his wife cooks!” everyone laughed. This is the usual meal at our house, laughter is the law!

“MOMMMM!!! I got it! I got it! I got it!” I screamed as I ran into the house. “Got what Christina?” she asked. I got a huge smile. “I got the part in the play “Little Women” I am playing Jo, so excited!” I answered. “That’s great Christina! I knew that you would make it! How about we go and celebrate with some ice cream at Dairy Queen?” she asked. “Okay!” I shouted. “I will go and get Andy!” I said. Well, as we were driving we saw a few emergency vehicles racing down the street, I sighed, this did not surprise me because it was snowing, and usually SOMETHING went wrong when it snowed. We arrived after about a half an hour of driving, it was bad traffic. We ordered, I ordered a sundae, Andy ordered a milkshake, and mom didn’t even order ice cream, she ordered a small order of French fries. We got our food, ate it, and then left. It seemed like more and more accidents kept occurring, I remembered last summer when we got in a wreck, and we got out pretty safely, except Andy, who got out and lived (obviously) but did have a few bruises, we were t-boned and he was on the side that got hit. No, these were more likely than not a lot more serious. I sighed, “Christina, what’s wrong?” Andy asked. “Well, you know a lot of accidents happen here in the winter? I just wish that I could maybe prevent them from ever happening. But that’s impossible!” I answered my voice low. “Honey, you can’t prevent them. But you can pray that they won’t happen. But in the mean time, let us be thankful we have never been in too bad of an accident.” Mom said. “Okay.” I answered, forcing a smile to come on my lips.

The next day I woke up, “time to start some school” I thought, “Oh no wait it is still snowing out.” I groggily got out of bed, got dressed, and then started to brush my short auburn hair. “WAIT!” I had thought up a plan. I hurried to brush my hair and ran down to breakfast to share my idea with my family. “Guys! Guess what I just thought of a plan to help the people that get in car wrecks, or even better, people in the hospital!” I shouted. “Well?” my mom asked. “What is it?” “Okay, it goes like this. I can read stories, and run errands for the people in the hospital.” I said excitedly. “that would be wonderful honey! But you can’t do it alone. You would be so worn out, and what about school?” My mom asked. “That’s another thing. Andy, you know that I love you-“ I began, but got interrupted. “You know, you don’t have to love dove and bribe me, sure I will help!” he cut me off. I gave him a huge hug! And we talked about school and came up with, on Saturdays, and Sundays, I would help. Along with after school on Wednesdays! We had it all figured out!

Well, we got a hold of the hospital and they agreed to what Andy called “My Master Plan”. The first day I woke up and remembered I had to go to the hospital. I ran into Andy’s room “Andy!” I yelled. “Wake up! We need to go to the hospital!” “WHY?! WHAT’S WRONG?” “Nothing sleepy head. But hurry! We got to go!” I answered him excitedly. Well, after a little reluctance he got up, got dressed, ate breakfast, made his bed, cleaned the disaster he called his room, and we were off! Luckily the Hospital was not too far away, so, we walked. We were super duper excited when we arrived. One thing you need to know about me, I have always wanted to be a nurse. And just think of it, I get to help in a real hospital! When we walked in everything seemed on the go, Andy was surprised how busy it was, but I wasn’t, I remembered very clearly how busy it was when I had to go to the hospital when I choked on Andy’s toy hippo. But that is another story! A nurse handed me and Andy both a small uniform, which was a bit big on Andy, but fit me just right! They told us we were to help on the children’s quarters. We had to ask for directions and that annoyed the head nurse. “I will just get another nurse to show you where you are to go!” she growled. And we were shown where to go. We were amazed at how many children there were. “Wow.” Andy gasped.  The nurse said we had to choose what child we wanted to help. I chose a little girl, about the age of nine who really needed help. Whereas Andy chose a boy his age who was  there because he had pneumonia. I went to school and we told others about what we were doing. And one by one other people of all ages joined! Soon, it was like an organization that I ran! We held meetings at my house sometimes so that we could figure out shifts for everyone! Most of the time, no one even called in sick. It was awesome! After every rare meeting that we happened to have, mom would bake us cookies, and we would bake cookies for the hospital children.  I loved how their little faces lit up when they saw us bring trays in that had tin foil covering them. Then Andy thought up another great plan, we would collect old toys from other people to give to the children in the hospital! It was great, then I thought that we should make posters, asking people to help the children and other sick patients. My phone number was posted on the poster so people could call about details. Soon adults and kids started calling my phone a lot. This is how my first call went.

PHONE: RRRIIINNNNGGG!!!

Me: Hello?

Person: Uh, hello. I want to help with the hospital thingy.

Me: oh. Can I please get  your name?

Person: Sure. I’m Wendy Walker. My dad and brothers want to help, oh, and don’t worry only one is a younger brother. He’s 8 though… anyway, my dad is Phil Walker, my mom is Janice Walker, my oldest brother is John, he’s sixteen. Then there’s Luke, my other older brother. He’s thirteen, and then there’s Joey, he’s, like I said, eight. So can we join?

Me: SURE!

Wendy: Okay, thanks! Bye, oh wait one more thing. I’ll meet you Saturday  at the hospital at, hmm, five?

 So soon, these were basically the calls that we got 25/9! Everyone everywhere was working at different hospitals all over the state, soon I hoped all over the world! Every hospital was very grateful, but insisted that  they pay us somehow! So, this is what they gave us, it’s a really really great prize.The hospital in return gave us free shots. (Oh goody!) soon, it wasn’t just Sunday, Saturday, and after school on Wednesday! It was all the time, every week! And the toys we got were really great! Sometimes I found brand new toys in the box that someone was generous enough to give and there was enough people to help other children, and then some! So I guess you could say that it was a huge success! We even held a Christmas celebration! We bought toys, one toy for every child. I bought one toy for the little nine year old, it was a Peppermint Puppy Webkinz. We had cookies, treats and even a Christmas tree. The head nurse read the Christmas story to all the children. (Matthew 1-2)well, I have nothing else to write except that I hope you will also pray for these children so that the children room will not be so full!

THE END! J

Cool Bird

           

“Dear Julie,

I hope that you won’t take this badly. But I just got news that me and my family will be moving to Harrisburg Pennsylvania for my dad’s job, we are going to leave in one week.  I won’t be able to write much either, on account that I will be taking music, and gymnastics class, in addition to school. But there is good news too. I will be coming back to California every year, so we can still stay in touch. I would like you to take care of my Parakeet Juno, I can’t bring him on my trip…” as I wrote this, tears ran down my cheeks. I had owned Juno for three years; I talked to him about everything. We were very close, him and I. Suddenly I heard my Dad call for dinner. So I wiped my tears away and ran downstairs to the dining room. Apparently I hadn’t wiped the tears away enough because my big brother said “What’s wrong squirt?” I answered nothing and my mom frowned. “Katie,” she said softly. “Is it because you’ll miss your friends, and have to leave Juno?” I nodded. “I’ll miss him two squirt.” My brother Jon added. “STOP CALLING ME SQUIRT! I’M NOT THAT SMALL! AND I HATE THE NICKNAME! IT’S EMBARRASSING! HOW WOULD YOU LIKE IT IF I CALLED YOU GIANT? YOU WOULDN’T LIKE IT WOULD YOU?”I screamed. Jon got tears in his eyes. He had always called me squirt, because he was 6 years older than me. I ran upstairs, plopped down on my bed, and started sobbing. A few minutes later I heard a soft knock, it was my little sister Sadie. She was the youngest and only three. “Katie? Aw ou mad?” she said in her usual cute way. “No Sadie, I’m not mad. I’m sad, because I have to leave Birdie.”(I said Birdie because she never called him Juno.) “Why?” she asked. “”Cause we are moving Sadie.” I answered. “Oh, well ou can wite to him.” “No, Sadie I can’t because birds can’t read.” I said. “Oh, well I wotta go.” And after that she left, and I finished my letter and went back down to eat.

             

Well, finally the day came to leave. I told everyone good-bye, and dropped off Juno.

A few days later we would be in Pennsylvania. I had packed all my things and we were ready to go. I told Juno one more good-bye and kissed him once more, and left with tears rolling down my cheeks,  and Juno looking curiously at me. Well, we finally arrived in Pennsylvania. It was beautiful. But I still wasn’t happy. I missed Juno, and that was that.

Well, everything was working fine, we had been there four months, and it was my birthday. I had no friends yet, so I didn’t have a party. I just hanged with my family. Finally present time came and I went to my room to get my present. I saw a cage with a parakeet in it. I stared at it with a blank expression on my face, as my family yelled “SURPRISE!” I looked at them and shook my head in a happy way. The parakeet looked just like Juno! As I stared at it with my mouth wide open, my mom asked “Honey, it’s not Juno, but it needed a good home, so… we got it for you. Do you like it?” “Oh mom, DO I LIKE IT? I LOVE IT!!! Thank you so much!” I replied.

As I got home from school I checked the mail as usual. I got a letter! And I quickly raced home to read it. “MOM!!! I GOT MAIL FROM JULIE!!!” I yelled as I got home. “That’s great Katie.” She replied. And after that, I ran into my bedroom. This is what the letter said.

Dear Katie,

I have some bad news about Juno. I had just got home from school and was about to give him a snack when I saw, he wasn’t there! I searched the entire house, but could not find him. I am so, so, sorry Katie. I put up posters everywhere! But still had no news. Please don’t take this to badly.

                                 Your Friend,

                                             - Julie Carvancha

I started crying. “missing, gone perhaps forever?” it was my worst nightmare! I looked over at Fruno’s cage.(My new bird). I saw two of him. One in the cage, one not. I turned around and then looked back again “JUNO!” I screamed. He had come back to me. He flew over and landed on my shoulder. “MOM! DAD! JON! SADIE! JUNO’S COME HOME!!!” I started crying tears of joy as my family, my whole family crowded me. I let Fruno out of his  cage and let him land on me. Everyone started praising God, and showering Juno with kisses’.  And then my brother let out three words, “You cool bird!” And then Juno took a bow.

                                      The End :)

Lindsay's Story (Pt. 2)

Hi! I’m Lindsay, you may have heard of me before? Maybe not. Let’s just say I was in a book that was written recently, I forgot what it’s called.  This is what I guess you could call a sequel to the first one.

Anyway, I was walking to school one day when I ran into Bucky, the school bully, really, his name was Bartholomew.  But that is another story. “Hi, Shorty! You want to play some dodge ball?” he said as he threw a basketball at my face! Basketballs are hard, and heavy. Imagine one of those two pound weights that people run with getting thrown at you face. Not fun. I fell down, my nose was bleeding, and I was crying. The principal and my friend Kate, and her brother Levi ran up to me. “Lindsay, are you okay?” the principal and Levi asked. I didn’t answer, I was way too busy listening to Kate yell and scream and scold Bucky. He looked like a big three year old the way he coward before her. “Are you listening!? What is up with you??? You don’t just throw a basketball at somebody’s face! ‘Hey have a ball!’ NO!!!” Kate screamed. Bucky was looking pretty scared when I remembered my bloody nose. “Katherine, you can go to class now. I’ll take care of Lindsay, you too Levi. And Bartholomew, see me in the office. You heard me, The Office!” The principal said. Bucky shrunk down to six inches, and slunk away. The principal led me to the nurse’s office, my nose was still bleeding. Wow!  I thought. How much blood do I have up there? “Oh my! What happened? Come here Lindsay.” Chloe, the head nurse said. I sat on the chair. “What happened???” Chloe asked again. I explained it all, while watching her eyes get bigger and bigger, wider and wider! I thought her eyes were going to pop right out of their sockets!!! Chloe grabbed a wash cloth and started to clean my nose, she bandaged it up and I looked dumb, so she just said that if my nose started to bleed again, I should just ask to go to the ladies room. Well that was brilliant!

As I walked into class the other kids’ eyes grew wide. I had a feeling my nose looked crooked. During class I felt my nose began to bleed. I sighed and raised my hand. “And so Prepositions- yes Lindsay? Do you need something?” Mr. Lelli said. All the other kids stared at me. I drew in a breath. “Yes sir, may I go to the ladies room?” I asked. He nodded and I ran out, embarrassed. But not for the last time.

Later in class my nose began to bleed during Geography. “So which one of you can tell me where Mt. Everest is located?” Mr. Lelli asked. I raised my hand too quickly. “Oh, Lindsay. How about you come u and point it out?” my cheeks flushed, and I shakily went up to the board. I looked around d for it. “Hurry up Miss Tango!” Bucky sneered. I took in a breath. I pointed it out. “Good job Miss- I mean Lindsay.” Mr. Lelli said. I smiled, sat back down, asked to go to the bathroom, and when answered, ran out. I repeated this process 12 times before and after recess. People picked on me, thinking I was actually using the bathroom. Only Kate believed that I was fixing my nose.

The next day my nose still looked crooked. Bucky sneered at me, and teased me, and I wanted to punch him. Sometimes, school was so tough!

A week later, still the same. Two weeks later, status quo! Finally, finally! My nose looks basically normal again! OH YAY!!! After what seemed like years of humiliation, the suffering is over! Nobody teasing me no one staring at me! But strangely, no more Bucky!

Okay, so I know that Bucky isn’t my favorite person, but where could he be??? I mean honestly! I have never known him to ever be so sorry that he hurt someone, and I’ve never known him to get expelled. So much for my revenge plans of throwing a whole carton of eggs at him when he walked to school, so much for TPing his locker. No one seems to care that has gone!

Mystery solved! He was moved to another class! Hallelujah! He is out of my hair!!!

I saw Kate and she did not look happy. “Whats up?” I asked. “I have been moved to the class with Bucky, without you.” She said. I sighed, “That stinks.” I said. Levi nodded “why do you care?” I asked him. “Well, the Bible says to mourn with those who mourn, and to rejoice with those who rejoice.” H answered. I nodded, then said “Yes, but this is not at all the worst thing that could possibly happen to Kate you know.” I said. “I’m not so sure, Kate said it could be one of the worst.” Levi replied. Kate and I walked to our class laughing, leaving a puzzled Levi to go to his class.

I went to class, without Kate. The whole class room felt empty, even though it was chalked full with kids. New kids were there, and that meant everyone needed a new partner. Everyone hung out with someone else Mr. Lelli paired us up with. I was with Kate, but now I needed a new partner. “Alright! Ya’ll get new partners, so pay attention to who your with.” Mr. Lelli ordered. “Samsony/ Clevey.” He stared to call out names. I waited for mine. “Tango/ Dolomite.” He called out mine. I wondered who Dolomite was.

Well, is soon found out. A new girl whose real name was Brittany. I liked that sound. Lindsay and Brittany. Yes, that sounded good. Perhaps she would be almost as close a friend as Kate! Maybe she would be a genius and would help me with homework! Or maybe she’s a mean, snotty, perfect girl who just moved here. Oh brother! I should meet this girl before I blow up! Oh, I hope she’s goo!

Forget about good! We go together great! Like Pb&J, like salt and pepper, like cheese and mice, like- anyway,  at lunch, we shared cookies, talked about the newest pop star, and even told each other our phone numbers. It was really cool, even Kate seemed to like her…

Well, pretty soon Kate, Brittany, and I all became the cookie gang! The reason why was because we all gave out cookies to everyone one day. It was for our Sunday school class. I even gave a cookie to Bucky, or Bartholomew.  It was awesome! So I guess that change, really in retrospect isn’t all that bad! I mean come on, if Kate hadn’t moved to a different class, I wouldn’t get a new partner. And f I didn’t get a new partner, I wouldn’t have met Brittany! Wow, everything always works out for the best doesn’t it!?  

Lindsay's Story (Pt 1)

     You know those kinds of days? You know that kind that seems like you are forever busy? I know a day like that, it wasn’t a bad kind of busy, just an annoying kind. You see, I was going to school because it was Monday. But, there was one bad thing that was haunting me all week-end! The Latin and math test! Sure, I was okay at Latin, but I was never any good at math. Ahh, well. I suppose that you are thinking, so what? You fail a test. Big deal! Why are you telling us about this??? We have lives too!!! But you see, mom and dad said that if I passed the test, they would get me a kitten. But if I failed, (like I usually do) I would get grounded studying Latin and Math, doing’ nothing else but eating and sleeping.

     I arrived at school. “Hi, Shorty! You gonna copy off of Levi’s homework? He would probably do better than you!” Bucky, the school bully snickered as he pointed to Levi, who was in third grade, I was in sixth! I stuck my tongue out at him, and threw a poof-ball that was on the sidewalk by me at him. It hit him in the face. My principal appeared. “Lindsay, you know better. See me during recess.” He said to me. My shoulders slumped and I glared at Bucky. He smiled with satisfaction, and I grabbed Levi’s hand and sauntered off. “Come on Levi. We don’t need to be around bullies.” I said. Levi was my friend, Kate’s little brother.  We eventually ran into Kate and she was smiling at us until she saw my frown. “Bucky was picking on Lindsay.” Levi said. Kate looked up from her little brother to me. “Again?” she asked. I nodded. “Gotta go! Mrs. Kirkingwood is calling for me to come to class!” Levi said and he trotted off. Soon another teacher, Mr. Lelli was calling for the sixth graders.

     Kate and I ran to class as fast as we could. We really had to run! Our class was on the other side of the building, whereas, Levis’ class was just in the front of the building. Lucky!

“Okay class! As you know we will be having a Latin and Math test today. So, I hope you are all ready!!!” Mr. Lelli said as he raised one eyebrow, embarrassingly enough, at me. Everyone murmured in excitement, except Bucky who snickered at me. “Freak.” I whispered as soon as Mr. Lelli turned his back. That was a horrible idea. Apparently Mr. Lelli has good hearing. Too good perhaps. He turned round. “Miss Tango, would you come sit up here?” he said as he pointed to a small desk that was next to his desk. The desk was built for kindergartener’s, the desk was light blue, and the chair was the shape of a dog. The legs of it, (which were very thick) said: I Share with Others! Ewww! I was so embarrassing, usually I was a good girl in class, but meeting with the principal probably made Mr. Lelli stricter. My cheeks flushed as I walked up to the desk, Kate looked at me with sad eyes, and Bucky was smiling slyly. I glared at him until Mr. Lelli said “Lindsay, sit.” The class tried to hold back laughter, I could tell. Mr. Lelli looked down at me; then he handed me my test, well, everyone’s tests. I had to pass all of them out. When I gave Bucky his, he said”I see you really do share with others.” He snickered. Mr. Lelli must have heard him too. “Bartholomew. Get over here, you take your test in front of my desk on the floor while taking your test.” Bucky frowned, nobody had known his name up to now. Bartholomew? I thought. All this time, his name has been Bartholomew? I tried to hold back laughter as Buck- I mean, Bartholomew went up to the desk and sat down. Then I remembered my demise. I was sad again.

     Soon both of the tests were took and over with! Tomorrow it would be graded. Sure, I took the test. But that did not increase my confidence when Levi, Kate, and I all walked home. Kate lived next door, so we sent messages through a pulley that was from one window to the other. We had tied a bucket to it, so we could also send things.

     Later that night, way after mom and dad were asleep, I sent a message to Kate. It read: Kate, SOS, I cant sleep! I’m to nervous about the test! Please come to me! SOS,

                                                 Lindsay Tango

I thought that Kate would be asleep, but it was worth a shot. Good shot! A message came back saying: I’ll be right there! Hold on, and I will SYS!

                                                 Kate Blemy

Soon a soft knock at my door appeared. Kate stood in the doorway, and I motioned her up to my room. Mom and dad gave me permission to ask Kate to spend the night anytime unless grounded, so this was okay.

We were soon up in my bedroom, I made a place for Kate to sleep on the ground. “You really are nervous!” Kate whispered. “I’ sure you will do great!” she assured me. “I’m sure I’ll  do badly.” I sad in response. She tilted her head. “You’re sometimes such a gloom and doom person.” I nodded. “Yep, sadly, I'm usually right.”

Kate and I walked together to school, Levi beside us. “You nervous?” he asked. Kat shook her head, but I nodded. “Why you nervous Lindsay?” Levi asked. “’cause I stink at math and Latin.” I told. “Oh, I’m sure your not that bad!” he said. I shook my head. “Oh, I’m really that bad.”

As we were waling to class I started thinking about the test more. I had studied more than I usually did because I wanted a kitten. Maybe Levi was right. Perhaps I would at least get a D+! Probably not.

     We arrived in class and Mr. Lelli handed us our test results. Kate turned her paper’s toward me. ‘Latin- B-, Math-B+. I bit my tongue when Mr. Lelli handed me my results. I closed my eyes. Please be good! ‘Math B+! Latin- A!’ I nearly shrieked. Mr. Lelli smiled at me.

When I got home is showed my parents my test results. “Wow! Good studying, Honey!” my dad said. “Here is your kitten, Lindsay.” My mom handed me the little furry bundle. I kissed it. Boy! Does hard work pay off!

Unlikely Friend

 It was one of those days, you know, the kind that no matter what happens it will always get worse. It even began horribly. I began like this.

  I leaned out my window one Tuesday morning when Joey, my 8 year old neighbor decided to take his water gun, and spray me with water as he passed me on his way to the mailbox because he forgot to check his mail yesterday. “HEY!” I screamed through my window as I looked at my very wet Tee-shirt. “HA HA!” cried Joey in absolute rudeness. “Oh I’ll, I’ll get you for this Joey Neddlemite!” I screamed at him. Just then my mom came in the room and asked what all the yelling was about. “Joey Neddlemite sprayed water all on my shirt!” I explained loudly so that he could hear me. I saw Joey stick his tongue out at me from the corner of my eye. I wanted to stick my tongue right back out at him. But mom stopped me with her arm as I tried to turn around. “Uh, uh.” She said. “You will write a I’m sorry note to Joey after breakfast, and then you will deliver it to him.” My mom said.  I crunched my nose angrily. “But mom-“I started to protest. “No but’s!” my mom interrupted, I felt like my bubble would burst. I felt like I would erupt like a volcano! “Now come eat breakfast please.” My mom said. Like I said, nothing was going right, at all. I trotted downstairs after changing my shirt and the pleasing aroma of bacon and coffee was circling the air. I just couldn’t be mad with my brother Tyler’s cooking taking up all the air. “Hey Tyler, hey Tessa, what’s up Caroline?” I said to my three siblings’. Tyler and Tessa were twins, and Caroline was the youngest, but not that young. My parents sometimes called us twins because our only difference was we were born exactly one year apart! We both had the same birthday, hair color, eye color, and we both had freckles and were almost the same height. I looked at the clock. 9:07 the clock read. I ate my meal and wrote that note my mom commanded me to write. I finished the note and went outside to deliver it. I knocked on the Neddlemite’s door. Anita answered the door. “Like what?” she asked. Anita always put the word like in the beginning of everything.  “I had a note for Joey. I’d like to give it to him.” I said. “Like, you mean you like, have a like, note. Not like, had.” Anita corrected me. “You’re like, you know, like right Anita.” I teased her jokingly. Anita just glared. “I’ll like, get Joey like, for you.” Anita said angrily. I frowned. “I thought that my joke was funny.” I mumbled quietly. Anita shut the door and I played with a piece of string that was dangling from my shirt while I waited for Joey. Maybe mom didn’t understand the full situation, Joey was wrong, but maybe she’s right. I probably shouldn’t have yelled at him. I thought to myself while I waited. Joey came out and eyed my critically. “Ah, I see you’ve come to apologize.” He said. I glared at him. He yanked the note out of my hands. “Dear Joey,

I am sorry that I yelled at you, I hope you will forgive me.”

Joey read out loud. He eyed me. “Will you just say I’m forgiven so that I can go home?!” I half sighed, half yelled. Joey tilted his head. “You’ll be forgiven,” he began. “If you buy me an ice cream when the ice cream man comes by.” He said. “You’re a nut!” I yelled. “I would sooner buy my cat an ice cream before I bought you one! And I don’t even have a cat!” I told Joey. Joey’s sly smile faded and was replaced by a small whimper. He managed a tear to come out of his eyes, and Anita came out when she heard Joey whimpering. “Like, what’s like, you know, like, going on?” She asked through chewing gum in between. “Joey’s crying because I won’t buy him an ice cream.” I said as I stifled a small, quiet laugh. “Joey!” Anita shouted. “You know that you’re like, you know, like, allergic to, like, diary!” she said and she flicked him in the ear which only made him go from whimpering, to downright crying. “WHAAAAA!!!” you could hear him down the street! “Joey, like, stop, like, crying!” Anita demanded. “Hey, I gotta go. See you later Anita.” I said as I started down the steps. “Like, I like hope so!” Anita shouted after me. I waved as I started running towards my house. “How did it go? Did Joey forgive you?” My mom greeted me as I walked in through the door. “No.” I answered. “Well why not?” my mom inquired. “You know what mom? I didn’t really do anything wrong. Joey squirted me with his water gun while I was still in my PJ’s. So I yelled at him through the window. Maybe I shouldn’t have, but come on mom! I wrote him an “I’m Sorry” note for nothing, I did nothing wrong. So really I don’t blame him for not forgiving me for doing nothing!” I explained to mom. My mom looked puzzled. “I understand now, but really, Angie, you shouldn’t have yelled at him.”  My mom said. “Yes mom.” I mumbled unhappily. “I need you to run down to the store and pick up some groceries.” My mom said as she handed me a list. “Yes mom.” I said as I trotted out the door. “Wait!” my mom shouted. “You forgot your coat!” She yelled so I could hear her. “It’s summer mom!” I shouted back. My mom nodded in agreement as I walked down the sidewalk with my basket in my hand.

I arrived at the store and picked up three packs of baloney, and two packages of bread. Then I went down to the produce section to pick up some tomatoes. I saw a lot of the tomatoes on the top were bad, so I reached for one from the bottom. UGH! Before I knew what was going on all of the tomatoes that were around, and above the tomatoes I was grabbing all toppled down to the floor. I looked around at all the people who were staring at me. Luckily none of the tomatoes got ruined. Unluckily of all the people who were in the produce section, Joey Neddlemite was there, laughing happily at my embarrassment. I bit my lip as I ran off with my two tomatoes. I grabbed the rest of the things that I needed and headed straight for the checkout stand. The man checked out all my things grumpily and then the bagger shoved the three big paper bags full of groceries into my hand. I crunched my nose in anger, and headed out the door. I was still staring begrudgingly at the bagger when I bumped into guess who, Joey Neddlemite! “Don’t you ever quit?!” I screamed at him. He snickered. “I just wanted you to know this!” He shouted as he shoved me and ran off. I looked down at all of my spilt groceries. The tomatoes were ruined, the milk carton was broken, the eggs were cracked, and the bread was squished. A tear escaped my eye as I gathered all of my leftover groceries in the bags, and left. When I arrived home and mom saw all the egg yolk, and flour all over my pants and shirt she asked me what happened. I explained to her what Joey did, and how I spilt all of the tomatoes, and Joey laughing, and how I wanted to burst into tears and punch him. But mom only replied with. “Well, it says to not cry over spilt milk.” My mom joked. But I didn’t think it was funny at all. “Boys will be boys, Sweetheart.” My mom said. “Well my boy won’t!” We heard a strong voice say.  Nathan Neddlemite appeared in the doorway. “Hello Mr. Neddlemite.” I greeted him in between trying to choke back my sobs. “I was just passing by when I heard you all talking about my boy. Come here son.” Mr. Neddlemite said as Joey appeared in the doorway. He glared at me but when Mr. Neddlemite noticed, he flicked Joey in the ear. “OW!” Joey grunted. But Mr. Neddlemite didn’t really seem to care. “I’m really sorry about making you spill all your groceries, Angie. Here are some replacements.” Joey said as he disappeared around to the front step and brought back in fresh groceries. On the bag was a sorry note. “I’m real sorry ‘bout what my boy did. I would really like to make it up to you by sending you and your whole family to a vacation at the Great Wolf Lodge for two nights, all free, already paid for.” Mr. Neddlemite offered. My eyes widened. “Oh mom, please can we go? Oh please!!!” Tessa, Caroline, and I all shouted together. My mom thought a moment and finally said. “Well, I don’t see why not! When are we booked Nathan?” my mom finally said. Tessa, Caroline, and I all jumped up and down with excitement. Even Tyler looked happy, in his cool way. “In just two days. I hope you don’t mind us coming to.” Mr. Neddlemite answered mom as he put his arm around Joey’s shoulder. I frowned. Joey’s coming too? I thought to myself. Aww, how bad could it be? I thought. “Of course, that is, if you don’t mind.” Joey said as he came closer to me and placed something in my hand. I gasped. “A kitten!” I laughed. “Well, you said you didn’t have a cat!”

THE END

An Essay on Friendship

Friendship is not defined by how you and your friend look together, it’s not defined by popularity, it’s defined by your attitude to each other. Friendship in my opinion is a beautiful thing!!! One does not throw away friendship like one would throw away a empty pizza box. Or a person could have a full pizza box and someone else threw it away because they did not know it was full, or they could throw it away on purpose because they are mean. This essay is to make sure that no one throw away your pizza box, friendship I mean. Friendship may be the most important thing in the world!!! There is One friendship in particular that everyone must pursue.

“Jane?” Tommy asked Jane. “Yes?” Jane replied. “Instead of going to your party, I am going to hang out with Billie.” “ That bully? Why Tommy?” Jane asked. “It’s cool.” Tommy replied. Jane stomped off angrily and never talked to Tommy or Billie for that matter. It’s cool. Those two words could ruin a friendship! Being cool isn’t all that matters! Having a sturdy friend is what matters. Now, if this story were to happen to you, from Tommy’s side, what would you do?  You could do lots! You could do the best solution, you could show up at Jane’s party instead of going to hang out with Billie the bully. Or if you did hang out with Billie you could patch things up with your friend instead of giving up. You could knock on your friend’s door, ask if you could talk to the friend. In Cars 2 a character said that “no fight is more important than friendship”. I totally agree with that statement! The reason why is because, as it is also said in Cars 2 “Whoever find a friend, find a treasure!” That statement is also true.

Now let’s say you are from Jane’s point of view. I believe the most important thing, or phrase you should think about would be WWJD? What would Jesus do??? I guess you could punch Tommy in the stomach, but WWJD wouldn’t really work very well. Instead, you could confront, and work it out with your friend. I believe it is more important to keep a friendship than getting the pleasure of revenge. And also, remember, never confront in anger. If you do that you come across as not really wanting to fix your friendship, that’s a bad idea. You want to keep your friendship alive as long as you can.

  THE RULES OF FRIENDSHIP

There are a lot of rules in friendship. I think that the most important rule is The Golden Rule. Now if you have seen Aladdin you know of one type of Golden Rule, the fake, not real one. “Whoever has the gold, makes the rules.”  Is most certainly not the Golden Rule!!! The Golden Rule says ”Do unto others as you would have them do to you.” How true! Don’t be pushy, and bossy, if you would not like to be bossed around. Don’t whine and complain if you wouldn’t want to be around someone like that.

Another rule would be loyalty. Stick by your friends side. Don’t think like Suzy Jane, this is how her train of thought works. Oh, well, Rachel is my friend now, but if a popular girl asks to be my friend, I can simply switch friends. Don’t think like that! I you stick to the right friend, you’ll be truly happy. It’s easiest to stick to your friend when you do the right thing.

Stand up for your friend. If anyone picks on your friend, or teases him or her, stand up for your friend. Never take the side of your friends persecutor! Stand up, confront the person who is wronging your friend!!! Not only will your friend be happy, but you’ll be happy because you did the right thing. And, if you think that you are happy then, just wait and see what is in store for you in Heaven!

Our Greatest Friend

I mentioned earlier that I would tell you about one Friend that we should all know and love. I am going to tell you about Him. This friend, He will never leave you or forsake you. This Friend is holy. This Friend is perfect in every way, this Friend wrote the rules of friendship. This Friend is the reason I wrote this, and also, above all, this Friend saved our lives! This Friend has many different names. The most common one would be God, or even more common, Jesus. Some of His other names would only be common with pastors, and some Christians. One of these names, my dad’s favorite, would be Ancient of Days, and here are some others, the first one is my favorite, Alpha and Omega, King of Kings, Lord of Lords, Jehovah Jivah, and many more. This is the Friend you should thank every day! He deserves it! I mean, you might think that your friend that you see every Friday Is your best friend, but Jesus is your true Best Friend. And by the word “Best” I really mean “Best”!

                                                                     So God Bless!

He walked the streets, a cross upon His back,

He is the holiness we lack.

He still is alive today,

He rose on the third day.

We killed the One, it’s Him we chased.

But what do you know, He saved the human race!

He tried to warn us, He prayed all the time.

But we hurt, and tortured  the One who is divine.

He loves and heals us, but we just shun Him off.

But in the end, it will come to  our loss.

But He came, to give us mercy again.

Just like Jonah, Jesus forgave our sin.

So don’t wait! Take hold of this great chance!

It does not matter if your name is Lu Lu, or Lance!

Jesus came to save us all!

Whether we are big or small!

Jesus came to love us, we should not turn our back!

Like I said before, He is  the holiness we lack!

John 3:16