Slice of Life #2

I open the bag of ornaments, remembering how we got them and hanging them before. 
My mom and dad also help, and we spend a fun time together. My dad grabs the star, and on some steps, puts it carefully on top of the tree. We start with the lights, then the ornaments.
I place a sparkly ornament on the tree, and we begin the hanging. This really is the perfect tree! 

It starts to get dark outside, but we keep hanging. One by one we place the ornaments on the tree, all different colors. Many shapes, sizes, and designs. The tree looks amazing so far  but we still hang ornaments in the bare spots. When we are finished, we turn the lights off and the tree on. When the tree is on, it glows and shines, when its off, it sparkles.

Stand Tall

Stand Tall by Joan Bauer

This book is about a boy named Tree, who is 6 foot 3 inches and a seventh grader. He always gets made fun of, and is having a hard time after his parents' recent divorce. His grandfather, has served in the Vietnam War has lost his foot and is learning how to walk without it, and he fails being an athlete. This book touching, and has a lot to do with friendship, and helping people. This wasn't my most favorite book, but I still recommend it for anyone. It is a quick read, and also easy.

Pages: 192

Books for winter break: I have not decided all of them but one of them is 'Hope was Here.'

Slice of Life

     It almost took me a minute to find one of the perfect gifts for my BFF. It may be small, but it sure will mean a lot to her. We walk into the icy air, looking for good shops to go to. I hold my hot chocolate close, the warmness of it drifting into my hands. I release a breath, steam blowing out of my mouth. This is my first time on the Holiday Walk, and it is amazing. I take 5 step before my feet go to a halt. 

     We are standing in front of Barnes and  Noble, looking through the window at brand new books for all ages. I shiver and we walk inside. We spread amongst the floor, looking at groups, meeting other groups, and getting drinks. My stomach growls, begging for food. We will eat soon, so I'm not worried. We find another group and all decide where to eat. We walk out of the store, making our way to 'The Corner Bakery' We are all an AS, and that's what makes the Holiday Walk so special.

Limerick Poems

1. There one was a student from Logan,
Who decided to write his own slogan.
It stuck in his head
as he lay there in bed,
Waiting to write it down soonly.

2. Standing right there,
brushing her hair,
In the snow,
Not going home,
Holding her brush in her hand.

3. The year has come to an end,
With not much time to spend.
Snowflakes dancing,
Wind prancing,
Its winter one again.

Occational Poetry

The first international make-up
company was Max Factor
and Company. When people
came to the stores,
eager to try on the more
'modern' cosmetics. The way
that everything
was more modern was
amazing, for before
there weren't the best cosmetics.
(in the ancient times)

Almost Home

Almost Home by Joan Bauer
This book is about a twelve-year-old girl named Sugar, who doesn't have the best life. Her grandpa dies, and her father is a gambler.When she and her mother, Reba, lose there home in Missouri, well, they travel to Chicago seeking for a new start. This book makes you think twice about homeless people and how they had lives before they became homeless and even a family. It is really touching, although they very beginning is a little confusing. This books makes you worried, and deep in thought about what will happen next. It is a pretty quick read, and 240 pages.

Poem

Mine is really confusing and wierd

Looking back at its home, it spreads its wings and flies off to explore the world. Wings frail and colorful, it travels through strong winds and crowded places. That butterfly flies free, without a single care in the world, flying to that special place it needs to see. Flying by friends, relatives, it just keeps flying. Taking twists and turns, ups and downs, it keeps flapping its wings and gliding through the air. It has a longing to go back, but its winds keep flying forward. It practically turns around, but no; it keeps flying. It goes high, high, high, passing by colorful blurs and dots. Stars start to pop up, but it keeps flying. Tiered, half asleep, its wings lead it. People are already in their homes, back from a busy day of work, sipping tea with their family. I lay in bed, hearing my parents snore from their room really loud. And that butterfly keeps flying.

Irish Curse Poem

Irish Curse Poem

May you rot to death in a speedo
with no one to live with,
but you sons and daughters be cursed,
and you would be
shoved down the disposal
and off to hell,
and your sons and daughters along with you,
 and may
you be scratching a beggermans back,
and you would get so fat that you wouldn't fit in plus size clothes
(and you all know how that ends...).

This is written to whom I am very frustrated with, but I am not to say whom.