The Nightmare

As Sunny looked out her window on that dark, dreary, evening, the dreariness reminded her of how much she missed her dad and her best friend Jessie. When she looked a little closer, she could make out Jessie and her brother Johnny! She bolted out the door to go to see them. She approached them and was very surprised of what happened. “Hey Sunny, you forgot your peanut butter sandwich,” stated Jessie.

“Okay, uh, thanks,” Sunny said. “What do you want to do now?”

“Let’s go back to your house and we can play on the Wii,” suggested Jessie.

“I want to go home!!!” Johnny whined.

“Hold your horses! We’re going to go home in an hour, remember?”

“Whatever”, stated Johnny.

They raced to Sunny’s house only to find out that there was a huge gap of where the house used to be. “Why the heck is the house gone?” questioned Jessie. It was a very useless question though because Sunny was bawling her eyes out, so she decided to drop the question. Johnny didn’t.

“It must’ve burned down or something”, he stated observing all the ashes on the ground.

“Its okay, Sunny”, Jessie said trying to assure her. Her family was all lost, and she didn’t blame her for bawling. “How about we see what the neighbors are doing. Maybe they can help.” All Sunny could do was nod. They went behind her house. They spotted a gray intertube. They saw a strange man sitting on the grass looking at a random spot at the sky and a peculiar woman swimming in the lake. They stared at her not knowing who would take the first move…


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About Me

     I’m nothing much. I’m just a southern Georgia girl who loves to help people and to write about just about everything. But sometimes when people say they’re nothing much, they’re actually everything. Maybe my story is a little more interesting than Justin Bieber or Brittany Spears. (By the way, I need to inform you that I do NOT have Bieber fever or have any interest AT ALL about him. Or Brittany Spears.) Anyway, here’s my story.

      Sugar Hill is my stomping grounds. I never moved an inch of where I live right now. I was brought home from the hospital in the same house I was living in for 11 years. And when I was born, I was practically a human smurf. You’re probably thinking what in the world is she talking about? I mean a human smurf, how is that possible? But yes I was. You see, when I was born, I guess I didn’t have enough oxygen in my body, because I came out blue and purple. Everybody thought I was going to die. Wrong! I eventually turned pink and I am alive and a healthy girl.

       I have many weird fascinating stories as I was growing up. Like all kids, I was playful, funny, curious, and mysterious. But the funniest story I was told, is what I like to call, The Monkey Story. I was about three, so let’s not start catorgizing anybody. Anyway, I was walking out of Publix with my dad at my side. We passed this car that had a really rambunctious puppy inside. He was literally bouncing off the walls of the car. Dad said, “What in the world is that? Is it a dog?” I said, “It’s a monkey.” He said, “I think its dog, sweetheart.” I said, “No, it’s a monkey.” He said, “O-kay.” And we walked to our car. That was it; nothing more, nothing less.

     For those of you who have no idea who I am at all let me describe my self. I am very tall, I have dirty-blonde hair, have big bluish-gray eyeballs, and my style is girly, but not too girly. That means, no dresses, skirts (maybe once in a while), ruffles, diamonds, sequins, sparkle anything… you know what I mean. I’m more of a casual type. I have a brother named Blaine (8), a sister named Grace (6), a mom, a dad, and a hamster. Dad is about 47 and I can’t tell mom’s age out into the public. My hamster’s name is Fuzzball. She’s a Russian Dwarf hamster that loves to climb, crawl, and play with everybody she meets. She will be 11 months on October 15.

             If you guys are falling asleep on me (let’s hope not) I’m sorry! I’m almost done. My sports and hobbies are: Dancing, singing, volleyball, softball, swimming, reading, cooking, writing, painting and air soft. Dancing, singing, and writing are my most favorite hobbies that I do practically everyday. Reading, cooking, painting, and air soft I sometimes do when I’m bored. Volleyball, swimming, and softball are my sports that I do every day as well. Wake up guys! I’m done! You can exit out now.



Challenge #3

       When the 10 weeks is over and I’m done with my blog, it will probably look the way my style is which is casual or girly, but not too girly. It would probably be in the middle of simple and way too much.

        Widgets and those little gadget things are my favorite. It’s really fun exploring them and figuring out how to use your blog even better. My favorite thing to do is to set up poles. It’s interesting to see what people think about the question you ask them. Also, widgets make your life much easier, so I know I’ll have bunches of those. But I won’t put way too much.

         I like putting up different pictures of things I take of. Like scenes and my pets and some friends. I like putting up about me pages, but I already did so, so I don’t have to worry about that.

        So overall, I’ll probably have a few pages, pictures and lots of different poles. And of course, everything I put up there will be my style.

Operation R.O.C.K.

            “Remember this you precious children: The two sub-types for metamorphic rocks are foliated and non-foliated. Okay, now repeat after me: Fo-li-a-ted and non-fo-li-a-ted.” The class then recited, “Fo-li-a-ted and non- fo-li-a-ted.” “Good job everybody!” Mrs. Janie chanted. “Guess what? Sedimentary rocks go… through… a… five….” Anya-Lisa then started to doze off. She could not take this anymore!

         “Mrs. Janie?” “Yes Anya-Lisa?” “How come I have to know all about stupid rocks? I mean, I’m not going to grow up and become a rock scientist or something!” “You mean a geologist, Anya-Lisa?” “You know what? Who cares? Who cares about stupid rocks or anything at all?” “Anya-Lisa, it’s good for you to learn this for future reference for college, for your job, or just for fun. Oh, and by the way, I am writing you down for a teacher detention.” “Ugh!!!!”


Mrs. Bedrock heard every single word of this conversation and started to get cross. Very cross. In fact, she was so cross, she felt like she was still in the middle of her metamorphic stage of the rock cycle. She took that back. She felt even hotter than that! She needed to do something about this before this Anya-Lisa’s life is ruined forever and ever!

                    Mrs. Bedrock threw her self as hard as she could over to the school’s exit door. She dipped her self in some leftover ketchup that was growing mold and fruit flies were hovering over it that was leftover from lunch. Then Mrs. Bedrock stopped and waited. And waited… and waited… and waited…. and waited… and waited. But there was not sign of Ayna-Lisa anywhere. She started to get frantic and suddenly she heard “Yes, Mrs. Holden. I won’t do it ever again. I promise, promise, promise Mrs. Holden. Bye Mrs. Holden!” I can’t beilieve that I’m grounded for 2 weeks and the teacher detention thing is on my permanent record. I hate everybody! And I hate ev-ery-thing! Then she noticed Mrs. Bedrock just lying there. She picked her up.


        “You know what Mr. Pebble?” Mrs. Bedrock was shocked. She was a worock! (A worock is a rock that’s a female, kind of like a woman for humans.) Couldn’t she tell? Whatever, thought Mrs. Bedrock. Worst case scenario, is that Anya-Lisa didn’t care about rocks. “You know what?” Anya-Lisa exclaimed. “I can’t take it anymore! I had enough of rocks! I already got a teacher detention because I told Mrs. Janie my opinion on rocks! And, it’s on my permanent record now!” But then, Anya-Lisa noticed the ketchup on Mrs. Bedrock. “How come you have ketchup on you? It kind of looks like… like… like… lava sort of.” “When lava or magma cools, it becomes an igneous rock,” she suddenly remembered. “Hey!!”

             “Oh!” ‘And one of the sub types of a sedimentary rock is compacted. That’s when the layers form when they’re squeezed together. Right little pebble? Never mind, you wouldn’t know. You can’t talk.” All Mrs. Bedrock could do is just wink. But Anya-Lisa didn’t notice. “And meta means change!” she exclaimed. Anya-Lisa dropped Mrs. Bedrock. She walked all the way home reciting un-locked facts about the wonderful Earth. Mrs. Bedrock could hear her in the distance. “Sedimentary rocks go through a 5-step process: Weathering, erosion, deposition, compaction, and cementation!” And when night fell, Mrs. Bedrock fell asleep gazing at the stars knowing that she’d done her part of changing the world.