the accident

i feel bad i just kicked taylor. ACCIDENTLY. YOU CANT BLAME ME FOR ANYTHING!!!!!!!!
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DUCKS!!!

I HATE DUCKS. THERE STUPID !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Hook sentences

Car : I hear the radio on, WHAT !!!! BLOCKBLUSTER IS GIVING AWAY FREE DVDS!!!!!
Monkey: " I wonder what would happen if i looked into this camera?
squirrul:  : "oh my gosh theres a tree infront of me time to fly."
Homeles dude: what would happen to me and my dog. They are after me.
fly on duck: Yeah you wish you were me!

why my writing is worth reading.

 I really like putting suspense and mystery in my stories. Personaly i feel that i did really well in doing that in murdering friend and alien encounter. I try to discribe every detail in my writing. Like in breakfast fit for a queen. I promise you i was hungry because i hadnt had lunch i was starved after i finished writing. Another example was in my biggest fear seriously as in no joke i did not enjoy writing that i had nightmares for two weeks after that story. I really try to put in my stories wat i am suppose to put in. Like deatil, description, and a good setting. But i think i need to work on my words. Trying to find more describtive and interesting words. In conclusion my FAVORITE story had to be camping with a nut job. But alien encounter was a solid second. hee hee hee hee hee hee : D

Going camping with a nut job

I’m going camping with my great aunt, but you should know shes a nut job. This is going to be awful. My great aunt is insane she is afraid of everything. And we are going hunting in the woods with an old lady who is afraid of a squirrel. My mom says it’s not her fault that she needs to get out more. So me, my dad and great aunt Donna are going hunting. With spears and rifles and some very large knifes. This is going to be ……. Hilarious. Sad part is that we have to up here for 1 week in a small town no one has heard of before. It’s called wtchan. To add to this awesome week it won’t stop raining in Florida. When does it rain in Florida? Plus I have to say this great aunt Donna afraid of rain.

While we were hunting we saw a bear. There was a legend around that area that when people got attacked by bears the bears only ate off the person’s arms, legs, and noses. Then the people turn into stubs that talk. I didn’t believe the legend, but unfortunately my dad had to mention the legend to my great aunt. Honestly, I don’t know what he expected to happen, but what did happen was great aunt Donna refused to come out of the tree. That was when I saw it. The bear. It was IN the tree. I screamed and begged for her to come down, but she was too afraid. Suddenly, the bear pounced and narrowly missed my aunt. But now it was after us. Trying to be brave, I threw a rock at it, hoping it would scare it away. Meanwhile my dad was still trying to climb up the tree and get great aunt Donna down. Does he even notice I’m in a deadly situation? He didn’t apparently, but the bear noticed him. The bear lunged towards him, realizing he was an easier target, and grabbed onto his leg.

 So then I got so afraid and started running down the hill to save my dad but it was too late my dad had been turned into a talking stump and we packed up and went to the hospital he is alive now but the grizzly turned him into a talking stump well I guess it is okay the bear did not harm me. Then we all went for ice cream except for my dad he was in the hospital what a great ending to a camping trip. Also my great ant is still in the tree somewhere in that forest.

Breakfast Fit for a Queen

I sprinted out of the room not ready for what i encountered. It was a saturday morning my mother always makes a fantastic surprise. I turned the corner and the beutiful aroma of waffels fills my heart with joy. As i ever so slowly walked in to the kitchen and saw the choclate waffles the last batch being flipped off the stove top. I wanted to fill my mouth with the magical flavor. As my mom called everyone to the table i sat down in my favorite seat right where she put the freshly squeezed orange juice. Once everyone sat down we just stared at the master peice she had cooked. Crispy bacon, the fresh orange juice, the perfectly cut apple slices and no one could forget the choclate chip waffles. As she served me my plate i went straight to the waffles. I stabbed them with my pointed fork as if i had just made the kill. Then slowly raised it to the chamber known as my mouth to be devoured. I ever so elegantly chewed the one bite. The maple syrup danced on my tounge as the choclate flowed down my throat still warm. And the fluffy waffle topped off the dance fest like fireworks exploding. before i knew it the waffles were gone. The orange juice had been gulped down the taste still floating in my mouth. The bacon i took one bit and the flavor exploded like a bomb. The last thing left on my plate was the apple slices probaly my least favorite part. Yes the meal i just discribed was fit for the best of queens.