Pa had always said be grateful for what you have but I was curious. I was know cinderella, I wanted to find out more, and like everyone said I was Riley Shay and it was great me. Growing up never really knew what happened to my mother. Did she die, or get sick, or get into a accident or really, did she just walk away. Know one ever told me. Pa would just walk away. But that day it was different, I had a feeling when I got out of bad that I was going to making a difference, because I was Riley Shay. It all started in the morning. I woke up at six o’clock and got out of bed. Around eight o’clock I left. My house was a ten minute walk to the school from the old raggy apartment building. “Hey Riley,” said my friend Erica “hey,” I say. Erica was wealthy unlike me. That day I walked home my self. “Pa.” “ what happened to ma,”he just walked away. “Really pa, i’m old enough to know what happened. “ but It’s not…..” I said “ I said not now,” you should never mess with pa, trust me.
That night I was getting into bed when I noticed a diary. It had pas name on it, Chris Shay. And that was the day I found out the secret, the true secret, that was the day I found it out. What really happened to ma.
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The Running Dream [you must read this book]
By: Jackie Kershner
If you need a really good book to read I would definitely recommend to you the book called The Running Dream. This book is by Wendelin Van Draanen. This book is about a girl named Jessica who is a really good runner and is competitive. But one day Jessica has an accident coming home from a running race, and she finds herself stuck in bed not knowing if she will be able to run again.
You have to read this book and once you finish it,
You get a feeling that you want to run as good as a runner like Jessica
READ THIS BOOK!!!!
Hate That Homework
Boring, and boring, and boringer
It stinks and takes up my time
Brain is whooshing with things that wouldn’t have to be there
So much depends upon…..
So much depends upon
An orange basketball
Soaring through the sky
Beside the hoop
Love That Cat
The orange tabby cat is all mine
His tail wagging and his feet tapping and tapping and tapping
He jumps to a start when he sees me
Meows, and meows, and meows
Away he goes
Never into the starry night
Because I love that cat
And I’m never going to risk his life
I’m never going to risk
My cat’s life
Airplane Taking Off
Up and away into the air
Slowly stiffly up people go
Flying, crying away they go bumpy, thumpy everyone’s feeling
Everyone’s together hearing the munching of food
As we settle in the air we
Slowly,slowly jump to stand
Everyone is quiet
Even the laundry man
The Night Of Terror
By: Jackie Kershner
It was Halloween and I, Bella, was going to prove to my twin brother Jack that he was a scaredy cat. I know it sounds wrong, but with what happened last year, it’s time get revenge! I was going to get that boy back and if I wanted to, I would have to be on my own team and believe in myself.
My first best friend’s name is Jenny, my other best friend’s name is Caroline! All my friends kept on telling me that it was a bad idea, and to forget it, but I couldn’t. I wanted to prove to my brother that he was a scaredy cat. “Bella, if something happens, you can’t blame it on me,” says Jenny. “I know. Stop it. It will be fun! I’m so excited,” screams Bella. Jenny was going to be trick or treating with them, and Caroline was still not there. The two of them started putting on their costumes when the doorbell rang! “I’ll get the door,” screamed Bella and Jenny. They went running to the door. It was Caroline! “Bella, Jenny Caroline, it’s time to go trick or treating, and Jack will be coming with us,” said Bella’s mom. “No,” yelled Bella. She did not want to get embarrassed by her brother, even in front of her two best friends. Her brother somehow always caused trouble.
When the four of them left the house it was dark and scary. There were so many people out. They went to lots of houses, and Bella didn’t know which one was perfect to scare her brother. Then finally, they came to it. It had the most scary yard Bella had ever seen. There were dead bodies bobbing up out of nowhere.
“ Let’s go to this house, it looks scary. Maybe we will get a lot of candy,” Bella said. “I don’t know how good of an idea this is,” said her Mom. “I want to go to this house,” screamed Jack. This was the perfect time to do her plan. Bella winked at her friends. She could tell that they were really scared, but Bella didn’t care. This was about her, not them. As they walked up the walkway, it got scarier and and scarier. “I’ll ring the doorbell,” called Bella, and she did. “Ding Dong,” rang the bell. “Ding Dong.” Bella rang it again. “I don’t think anybody is home. We should try to get a few more houses, it’s getting late,” said Bella’s mom.
They waited one more minute and then someone came out of the door. He was wearing all black and he had a mean hat. His hat said, Zachary. Bella was guessing that that was his name. Bella was so lost in thought that she didn’t notice that the man was chasing her. She ran. “Help! Help! I’m getting chased! Somebody help,” she cried.
Finally the man ran right back into his house, not giving the four kids candy. Bella started running home on her own now, she was terrified! “Bella, wait, slow down. He was just trying to be funny,” screamed her Mom. But she didn’t, she was too fast. When she got home, she ran right to her room. She knew that the man was trying to be funny. It was Halloween. Why else would he scare her?
“We should probably go home,” said Bella’s two friends. “Hey Bella, look who’s the scaredy cat now?” “I know I am. I’m really sorry now. I know that we are both scaredy cats!” said Bella. “Bella, are you ok,” said Bella’s mom. “Yes, I’m fine,” Bella said. “Then let’s have some popcorn and watch a scary movie,” said Bella’s mom, and they did. It was the best Halloween ever, and now Bella knew that she should treat people how she would hope they would treat her!
My House Is The Best Place In My Life
By: Jackie Kershner
My house is the best place in my life, It fits me perfectly, I’m guessing your house may be perfect for you too! My house is the best place in my life because my kitchen is a special place in my house, my living room is a special place in my house, and last of all my room is a special place in my house.
My house is the best place in my life because I have a great kitchen. My kitchen is important to me because I do homework there every afternoon right after I get home from school. I steal goodies from the cabinets. My sister and I spend a lot of time there. There was one time when I was doing my homework there in my kitchen right after school and I had a spelling crossword puzzle to do. My babysitter and I got stuck on lots of them and we had a couple left over that we couldn’t figure out. After about forty minutes or so, we finally solved it, only after looking them all up online and searching for a while. Another time I remember my babysitter and I were in the kitchen talking about something that was coming up and what we were excited about and what was happening in the next few weeks.
My house is the best place in my life because my living room holds special memories. My living room is important to me because I have this big window and I love looking out of it to see what is happening outside. Another reason why it is important is because every year we open our presents there. Lastly, because my sister and I love watching tv there and my Dad and I hang out there together. Every year it is so annoying because my Mom gets home around seven thirty so we have to wait until then to open our presents. My sister and I get really annoyed and we cry because we really want our presents. Another time was when I was looking out the big window and I saw my best friend and I yelled to her. Lastly I remember the time around Halloween when people were booing my sister and me. I looked out the window and sometimes I heard them coming and going close to the door. Then when they rang the doorbell I ran and caught them and I knew who they were.
Last of all my house is important to me because my room is the room that I own! My room is important to me because I sleep there, also because my Mom comes in there every night before I go to bed and talks to me. Another reason is because my room is facing the front of the street so I can see my friends coming and what’s happening outside. Last of all my room is important to me because I have my own room without having to share it with my sister. One time my best friend and I screamed out our windows at eight o’clock pm and talked about things. It was really funny. Another time was when I was locking my sister out of my room and was saying, “You have your own room, get out of here!”
My house is very important to me and I will never leave it. Thank you for keeping my life warm and cozy. Thank you house!