THE GIRL NAMED MELISSA.

Even as I screamed at the top of my lungs saying, "Fire! Fire! Everyone get out of the school there's a fire in the hall way!"  I knew I couldn't stop anything. 

Melissa had told me about a million times in the past about things I didn't understand. It turned to the point where I knew she was growing insane. I wanted to stop it, but when you see your friend as the way she used to be, it's hard to face the truth. My best friend Melissa was insane, and every one knew it.

At times I think she knew it too. She didn't care about it. She thought it was okay, because I didn't do anything about it. It's always too insane and she must be taken to a mental institution.

I felt as if there was no right answer. 

I didn't understand how I was the only one who knew. 

It was hard for me to accept anything. Whenever I had the chance to tell my parents, or even call Melissa's, I wanted to call.  I wanted to call every one.  But what could I say?

"Mrs. Blune, your daughter..."  I  didn't have any classes with Melissa. Maybe my brain was just imagining something that isn't really there. At least, that's what I hoped.

I would ask people about Melissa without being straight forward about it. I'd only ask how she was doing? But during all the days I asked people about her, I wondered if maybe they thought I was crazy. 

Never mind any of that.

The last time Melissa came over, she told me about the dreams she had been having. All the crazy  dreams I would only hope to never dream about. It was all so unpleasant. 

She looked at me as if nothing was wrong. She told me she liked the dreams. It's only when we hang out that she becomes a different person. As if Melissa were never there. I always tried to blink. Blink and wait for it to go away. But she  would rock back and forth murmuring to herself, "It's okay, it's okay, it's okay, it's okay."

I looked down at her. I never knew what to do. It seemed as if no matter how hard I blinked, or how long I closed my eyes, she was still there. She...the thing that scared me the most.

Eventually I would look at her and tell her that everything is fine. As if just being with her in person, just the two of us, makes Melissa become someone else. 

But I couldn't take it anymore.

Too many things were wrong with her.  I'd tell her I had to go. None of it made sense to me. 

Whenever we text, or whenever we call, or whenever anyone asked me about how she is doing, I'd pretend that everything was fine. But I felt butterfly's fluttering around in my stomach as I walked with Melissa.

"Do you remember when we saw that dead dog on the ground when we were younger?" she laughed.

I didn't know what to say. We never had ever seen a dead dog together. 

I looked at her. I could tell she saw the fear in my eyes.  The fear going on in my mind as I walked home on a Thursday night from school. 

I remembered all of the remarks I heard from people telling me that Melissa was doing fine.  All she did was smile.

I ran as fast as I could back home and I didn't looked back. I needed to get away from Melissa. At this point, I needed to tell  my parents.

I walked up to my house and still didn't look back. As I opened the door I saw both my parents already sitting down in two giant red chairs.  They looked as if they saw an F on my report card.

"Jenna, we have to talk. We've been hearing from a lot of people at school lately that you've been  acting a little strange. They said you were talking about how Melissa was insane. Honey, Melissa has been worried about you. You haven't been understanding what they've been saying. I even got a call just now from Melissa saying that you ran away from her walking home from school after she talked about her new  dog coming home today."

My eye twitched. That's not what happened at all!

"I...I don't understand.  Melissa didn't say that she..." I said with tears in my  eyes.

"Your mom and I have set up an appointment at a therapy place downtown. We feel it's the best thing to do to get you... back on track," my dad said.

With that, I dashed upstairs with tears running down my face. Melissa was the one who needed do go to a therapist!! Melissa was the one who needed help!!  Melissa is the one who didn't understand!!

I sat on my bed with my hands on the sides of my head. I banged on the wall until my hands felt like they were  going to fall off.

That night I didn't get any sleep. Everything I had thought seemed like it was just a big mistake. But I couldn't accept it. I needed to be right.  I had to be right.

The next day in the morning I glanced at something in my drawer. As I heard my mother call me down for school, I grabbed it and put it in my pocket. I had a great idea.

As I walked downstairs and grasped my lunch and put it in my backpack, I headed to the door and stopped as I heard my mom speak.

"Be nice to Melissa today honey, she really needs it after the way you've been acting."

I replied by saying ."I've made her a present and hope  she will forgive me."

I looked back and saw my mom smile. "That's so sweet! I bet it's great!"

As I opened the door and started to walk outside into the  hot sun, I grinned as I whispered to myself,
"It's to die for."

When I got to school, I asked my teacher if I could be excused. I walked into Melissa's first period class and told her that my teacher needed to talk to the both of us.

"Why does Mrs. Hope need to talk to me? I don't even have her for any of my classes.   I love you but it's the better thing for both of us!" Melissa replied.

I told Melissa to wait. I reached into my pocket and pulled out a pack of matches. I lit one match and told her I'd drop it unless she said she was insane.

"No Jenna! You need to put that out right now!! Jenna you have serious problems that you need to talk to someone about! You're my friend."

I said to her, "Well, you're not my friend. Better you burn than me."

And with that, I dropped the match right on Melissa's feet. 

I watched her burn as I ran to the nearest classroom. 

"Fire! Fire! Everyone get out of the school!  There's a fire!!!"

I watched all the teachers and students run in horror as they all saw the fire building up. I ran to the nearest exit and locked it. 

I smiled and laughed as I watched the school burn to the ground. 

"Better her than me"

WE WONDER.

We wonder why we aren't all made the same.
To have the same eyes, same face, same brain.

We wonder why we can't look like a model on the page.
But live life as if an act on stage.

We wonder why The boy in 3rd period likes someone who's not you.

But, don't remember that we have better things to do.

Than to worry about guys, our face, our body.

It seems as if putting ourselves down is a hobby.

THE CHANCE.

I may not be Shakespeare
I may not be Silverstein
I may not be the best poet
You've ever seen.

But I know how to write
And I know how to draw
So give me a chance
And just give it a glance.

And see just how good
This nine year old can dance!

WHAT IS POETRY?

The thing about poetry is
Well, no one really knows!

Is it one of those rhymes
That makes your ears chime?

Or is it just my sister's old
Middle school clothes?

If you find out this secret
Then tell me its real meaning.

Or my ears might start bleeding!

So please.
What is poetry?

MY STATE COMPETITION

I was worried if we could make it. 

Cheerleading was so fun for me that I could not give up.   But we had to wait for our turn to show off our skills that we had practiced for months.

My coach said that it was not about winning or losing.  She told us that it would be hard to beat more than one hundred people, but we do it by grade level—so we would be fourth to last.

Then I asked my dad if I could have a snack and he said, “Which snack?  I have four.”

“Um…the one that I usually have.  The one that has the purple spots.”

“Oh, that one!” he said. “Here you go.”

“Thanks, Dad,” I said to him.

“Good, I want you to be happy.”

“Yep,” I said to Dad.

We were almost up, so we got ready.  Soon it was our turn, so we lined up to go. 

I was so good.  I was the best I could do!  But we only got second place, but we did what we could—so our coach did not care.

She said that we did the best, but they don’t think so. 

I thought so.  We really were. 

Then we got our trophies and got home.

A POEM FOR SHEL SILVERSTEIN.

Know we're all tired.
But just please listen up!
I'm not trying to be mean, or a little too ruff.
But my words mean, well.
Just think Old Household Stuff.
Thank you for coming, and sharing this day.
I hope the drive wasn't too far away.

-Kate W-

MEETING STARLEY

My life is really boring in a little one story house.  But not as much since I met a girl named Starley.  

Starley is a girl who is my cousin, just to point that out, and she loves to live with me.

Well, she is going to move in with me and in fact, she is moving in today.  And I am soooo, soooo excited to see her...since I never have!

Ding, dong!  

I heard and I ran up to the door and saw a long black haired girl staring head to toe at me, but  I mean...why wouldn't she?!  We just met and all, so she would want to know what I look like!

But seriously...she should!  

Oh!  I forgot to tell you, my name is Lindzey White--the coolest kid in school!  And I love being sooooo cool at school.

Anyway, I started talking to her and told her to come in.  She seemed nice and I thought she was a really pretty girl!  

My mom came into the room and told her where to put her stuff (which, by the way, she had a lot of!).  

When Starley came back down, I asked if she wanted to play outside with me and go in my tree house and Starley asked me when we were going?  

I said, "Oh!  Right now."

Starley was very confused.  "But, we're going without your mother?  You can drive?"

Now I was confused!

I asked her if she knew what a tree house was, and she said that it was something her mom would take her to on her birthday.  And that the park was right across the street from her.  

On her birthday?!!  I was pretty sure the park is something special to her!

And then I realized that Starley's family was very poor!  

I showed her the actual thing that was my tree house, and Starley filled with joy!  We went outside into my tree house and Starley was so excited that she looked like she was going to scream!  

Now that I knew mostly everything about Starley, I kind of liked that she was poor because in my class everybody is rich, and I'm one of the only one who isn't...so that is very surprising to me.  And probably to Starley, too!  

Me and Starley decided to play some games when my mom told us to come up for lunch.  We were having soup with my mom's special egg salad.  I loved egg salad and when Starley tried it, I think she pretty much fell in love with it, too.  

When we were done, we decided to unpack all of Starley's stuff.  Finally, we were done!

Then...since it took so long, we had dinner.  We were having spaghetti and meatballs with shrimp.  

After dinner, we went downstairs to watch TV.  When my mom told me and Starley to go upstairs and read,  we went up to our rooms and started reading and fifteen minutes later it was time for bed.

So, we turned our lights off and went to bed.  

Then in the morning, we had breakfast.  

After that, we went outside and played in the tree house again. I think the tree house was very cool for Starley and I was pretty sure she liked the tree house more than I ever had.  Since, you see, I got the tree house when I was two and now I am twelve.  The only reason I still like it is because all of my memories are wrapped into it, but I can see why Starley likes it more...because I'm twelve, and Starley is ten.  So she is a little bit younger, so I'm kinda more mature.  

But I still, and probably always will, love that tree house.  And now that I'm more interested about that tree house,  I should probably tell Starley that she should stop talking about the tree house.  She should be talking to me and not the tree house!  And anyway, if she talked to a tree house, that would probably be one of the weirdest things in the whole wide world.  

So I asked Starley if she like me and she said, "Of course!"  And, of course, that's what I thought she would say because she wanted to be nice.

She probably actually hates me and just acts like she's my friend and secretly is just in it for the tree house and my mom's really good food that I love even more than anything. She even makes broccoli taste good!  

Broccoli!

And I'm not going to tell you how good her homemade ice cream is!

I was actually annoyed at Starley and wished she'd just pop out of my perfect life!  So I stomped into my room and Starley followed me in.  I sat down on my bed and started balling and dripping tears on my mattress.  Starley asked me what was wrong and I said in a mean voice, "You!"  

And surprisingly, she started crying, too!  She started talking about how stupid she was to me and how she focused on the treehouse more than me.  

Then I told her to stop crying, so she stopped and so did I.  She talked about how she hated being poor!  It was sooooo sad!  

I told her how I was the only girl in my class who didn't have like a trillion bucks because when I was little, I was poor.  And Starley's face filled with sunshine and happiness.  

So did mine.

Starley and I may not have got along at first, but we finally got along in a weird way.

Oh!  By the way, hi!

The end.

SWINE/BOVINE: A SURREALIST DUOLOGUE.

By Kate & Ryan

Synopsis:  This is a surrealist duologue about a cow and a pig who hate each other. 

Ryan:

One day there was a pig  that lived in a barn. And a cow  moved to the barn that the pig lived in. And the cow and the pig hate  each other. The pig wanted to live in another  barn. And the cow waned to live in another barn, too.  They hate each other because they kept  eating  each other’s food.

Kate:

Now, that’s why they’re really mad at each other!  And if they ever would talk to each other, I bet you wouldn’t get a chance of seeing that!  And so, each day they never smiled at each other and whenever the animals asked what they were going to do today they always said, “We think we’re going to stay in the barn.”  It seems like they are always not going to be friends.  You’ll see in our story!

Ryan:

The cow and the pig had to share a double bed.  Every time they went to sleep, they kept pushing and shoving each other because they wanted more room.  Every time they had to go to the bathroom, they kept peeing on each other.  But when the pig got thirsty, the cow would just shoot milk into her mouth.  But it kept missing her mouth and hit her nose!

Kate:

So, the cow and the pig started making robots to come to and to go to the pig’s or cow’s house, because they hate each other so much that they both should do that.

Ryan:

Whenever they wanted to play, they kept fighting.  When the farmer wanted to give them food, they just kicked it into the farmer’s face because they were so unhappy.

Kate:

One day, one of the animals said that they wanted to start a riot because they were mad.  But the pig and the cow did not know.  Then the cow said, “Since they’re starting a riot, let’s run!”  So, it sounded like they were sort of having fun together!  And I think that the cow was the one who wanted to be friends.  Or, both of them!

Ryan:

But then they started a big, big fight.  Other pigs around them were on the pig’s team and cows were on the cow’s team.  Even the baby pigs were on the pig’s team and they started squirting ham, bacon and milk at each other! 

Kate:

The other animals did not know what to do.  So, they came down, watched the fight and decided to talk to the pigs who started it.  The fight was almost so big they wanted to join in, too!  Now the pig and the cow were really mad because they wanted an extra teammate.  So they stopped arguing and said each other, “We’ve been doing this fight for almost 100 years!  And you want to end it later?  I say we end it now!”  Both of them actually said that, but no one knew it except the pig and the cow.

Ryan:

The pig and the cow headed off to MooLaLa to get ice cream sundaes and leave all the other animals behind to keep fighting.  But MooLaLa was closing, so they had to go to Oberweis to get matching sundaes.  Oberweis didn’t taste as good as MooLaLa, so they decided to try Dairy Queen.  At Dairy Queen they got 25 scoops of different ice cream.  When they were eating their ice cream it fell onto their heads.  When it fell on the cow’s head, the pig decided to eat it off of the cow’s head.  What a pig!

Kate:

And so one of the little pigs went to a fox.  And then another fight was on! This was a long day for all of them!  But they didn’t want to stop.  Well, someone out there might, but in this town nobody wants to.  So, one day the famer came walking and he almost fainted!  All the time when he was walking he kept fainting and none of the doctors knew why.  But when the doctors would walk outside they would faint too!  So doctors from all around the world, Alaska, Florida, Mississippi all came and they all fainted too!  A bunch of the animals got hurt.  This was it!  It was a tie, 16-16.  And I bet no one is going to say when they are going to stop the fight.  They are always going to keep doing it!  Why wouldn’t they do it!  No one knew when to stop, since it is going on forever.  They don’t know.  They think it’s 18 days. But it’s actually been 18 years!  One of the cows shouted out, “Let’s call off this the never-ever-ending war!”

Ryan:

But then the farm decided to move to New Jersey.  They needed a ton of taxis to drive to New Jersey.  They had to drive through Oklahoma, Montana, Pennsylvania, Mississippi, Colorado and 49 other states!  All they did the whole way to New Jersey was fight.  They even had babies on the way to New Jersey!  Since there were babies, the big animals decided to stop fighting.  Before you knew it the babies started fighting!  When the babies needed food, they would hit their mom and dad.  The parents were trying to get the farmer’s and taxi driver’s attention because they needed food and fresh air!  They didn’t want their babies to die!  So the taxi driver finally gave up and decided he better do something!

Kate:

And now they were also fighting in a taxi!!  When they were fighting in a taxi, the taxi driver nearly got squished.  They had to find a way to New Jersey!  They had to walk there and it was a long day.  They almost got thrown in jail!  True fact…when baby animals are born, they are blind and deaf.  The babies didn’t know where they were going, so the mommy’s had to carry them the whole way!  Imagine how hard that was!  The babies eventually learned to see and hear and the moms were so proud they threw them up into the air!  A baby chick got killed when the pigs landed.  The mother hen had another chick and named it the same name as the dead one.  The other babies thought it was the same chick, but the mother hen had to explain that it wasn’t the same one.  The little chicks didn’t understand because they were babies.  And then they were best, best, best friends forever! 

Kate and Ryan:

And they lived happily ever after at home!

THE BORING BOOK :-(

You probably thought that just because the title of this book has the word "boring" in it, it must be boring.  Well...it does not mean it's boring, because YOU think that YOU know EVERYTHING.

But guess what?  You don't!

Even me, winner of all spelling bees and winner of everything else that is included with smartness, does not know EVERY SINGLE THING!!!!!!!!!!

Uh...well, sorry if I sound like I'm being mean to you, but I'm just really angry at those people who think they do know everything in the whole world.

Which, but the way, they don't.

Ok...to be honest, this book is actually way better than I thought people would think of it.  You know, I wish the word "boring" was never invented.

I probably should have told you this from the start, but anyway...my name is "Boring."

Yep...my full name is "Boring Robert Scomler."

Humph...I hate my name.  I wish that my name was "Jack" or "Sal" or "Scott."  Those are actually good names.

ALL OF MY FAMILY.

Kind
Athletic
Trusted
Empathy

Jumpy 
Empathy
Feels good
Forgiving

Awesome!
Not so serious!
Not old at all!
Empathy power!

Empathy
Likes purple
Loves cats
Is not afraid of anything
Ellie power!








Just Jack
Athletic
Cowboy hats
Kind

SAL!

There are tons of things that I love about Sal.

1.  Is a great cook.
2.  Playful.
3.  Respectful.
4.  Responsible.
5.  Safe.
6. Great at gardening.
7.  Does great at his job.
8.  A good friend.
9.  A great kind of guy.
10.  Loves me!!!!!!!!!!!!!

THE LADYBUG DIARIES.

CHAPTER 1.  I, LADYBUG!

You may think it's fun to be the little person.

What I mean by "little" is that you live in the grass and you can get flowers and stuff.  But that's not all.  The bad stuff is like being small--you will get crushed.

From the title...I think you know what I am.  A ladybug!  My father told me it's an easy thing to be, like finding things.

My father tells me the family business is finally mine.  I'm thinking, "What is the family business?"  So, I look on ancestory.com and I find it.  The family business is finding things in temples across the coast.

When I go to bed, I don't sleep.  I get up and slowly tip-toe in the grass until I can't see my bed.  Then, I get a move on because it's time to feed the crickets.  So, after I see a stick, a pick it up and go.

Soon, I'm in the woods.  I'm making sure nothing bigger than me will jump out.  I move on and take deep breaths.

When I go to sleep I know I have along day ahead of me.  I whisper to myself, "I've got to find a temple".

CHAPTER 2.

I wake up and find myself in a car!  In a cage.  Since I'm little, I get out of the cage, unlock the door and 1-2-3-Jump!

CHEETAH

CHAPTER 1.  MY NAME IS CHEETAH.

My name is Cheetah and I am a cheetah.  My mom's name is Loopy-Doo, which is named after my great, great grandfather.

My dad died in the Great Cheetah War III, but his name was also Loopy-Doo and don't ask me why.  But me...I am smart and fat.  And I do not have a diet.

Being fat is a dream come true.  I don't have to race in gym class.  I guess that being fat is soooooo awesome!  And another great thing is that I get all the ice cream!  I guess I'm the only cheetah who likes ice cream.

Also, don't get me wrong, but I am not that fat.  Why here, I will show you a photo of me.  Super model, here I come!

My parents are crazy.  They think my fat is what's getting me smart.  But it's not.  So, I don't agree.

Not to be mean, but I would make my parents suffer the pain it is to be me, because...well, here's the whole story and how it all started.

I was minding my own business when my science teacher stumbled over me.  But what I did not know is that he needed my help.  He was having problems with the class, so he was resigning.

I told him, "You bumped into the wrong person."

But he would not listen to me.

I freaked out when he told me that I was smart, because he must have been thinking about my brother or my cousin.  And yes, I will tell you their names.

My brother's name is Cheetah Ken.  I know it sounds weird, but at least it's not Loopy-Doo.

So, anyway...my cousin's name is Fat Face.  I guess it's because he really has a fat face.  But let's get back to the story.

So I was still freaking out when I fainted.  The next morning, all the kids from Mr. Larriens' class were there with their sketchbooks out ready to go.  I was going to scream, until this girl covered my mouth.  I was going to kill Mr. Larriens.  But the next thing I know, all the kids are asking me questions like:

"Are you an alien?"

"What's 1+1 and 2+2?"

Now I was worried.  If my mom found out, she would be happy.  But my brothers would not.

My brothers don't have a job.  Even if I look small, I am actually older than them.  So after that, I told the kids to just sit down until I got back.

When I got to the house, mom asked me where I was.  I've never lied, so I told her the whole story.  And she put me to bed.

I was thinking in my mind what she had told me.  She thought it was not true at all. Well, me lying...I've only done it like two times before.

Now I was listening to my parents.  My dad also thought I was joking.  So I just turned on my TV and watched football.

Well, that did not make me feel better at all, because my mom sent me there in the morning to prove that I had a job there.  But the whole thing started again.  Questions, questions, questions.

So I just did what I would always do at my house.  Yell, super loud!!!!

And the same girl from yesterday said that Mr. Larriens was just gone today.  And that's when I was just totally, plain old embarrassed.  Then I told her that I was going to stay, and not freak out.

Luckily, she answered. She said that she knew I would.

I told her that the whole point was that I was happy here.

When mom put me to bed, I freaked out...because I loved the girl in Mr. Larriens' class.

I was afraid to tell her the next day, but I did anyway.  And she told me that she liked me, too.  We were both old enough to get married, so we did.

CHAPTER 2.  THE MARRIAGE.

I was super scared to get married the next day, because I looked so stupid in my bow tie.

And another reason is that all the grown-ups were there.

I told her, "I hope this works out.  Just think happy thoughts, Ok?"

Yep, same names.  But I like her last name.  It's called "Nensio."

After the wedding was over, we have  had Chice Cream.  I know you're thinking, "What the heck is 'Chice Cream'?"  Well, it's this kind of rice with ice cream.  It may sound gross, but it's not.

We got to the house in a flash.  It's not like we wouldn't.  I mean...we're cheetahs!

When we got home, I laid down.  It was a long ceremony.  Then I started to watch some football.  But the bubble in my head was saying to me, "We did not even think...we just randomly got married.  We should have thought about it, but we did not."

CHAPTER 3.  NO!

In five days, it was a nightmare.  I was sick.  I threw up everywhere.  It was just plain old gross.

But luckily, Cheetah did not see my puke.  But still, I was a wreck.

In three days, I felt better.  But only because of my wife and neighbors.

But, well...me?  I'm old.  In fact, I'm even better!

By the way, do you like my new picture?  I DID become a super model.

FIN!

MOTHER’S DAY DRAMA [An essay written by Kate for her mom on Mother’s Day 2012]

Hello, my name is Kate.  I am eight years old and it’s…it’s Mother’s Day.

I don’t think I really hate Mother’s Day, but it sure is not my favorite.  The only reason I don’t like Mother’s Day that much is because of a lot of things—like making presents and letters and all that.  But I guess I could try.

I mean…couldn’t I? 

I’m pretty sure the answer is no.  But like I said, I could try. 

I know things like this happen to me easily, so it’s not the same with Mother’s Day.  So I am pretty much doomed for good. 

I am still going to try.

Well, I think so.

Not that it matters, but I think you should know what I look like.  So here’s a picture of me (posted above).  See!

CHAPTER 2.  DOOMED FOR GOOD.

Oh, no!  Oh, no!

It is my mom!  Get in bed, get in bed!!!

Now, that was so close I almost fainted.

I love you, mom!

MY STEPDAD'S GARDEN.

I love my Stepdad's garden so much because of the cool flowers, fruits and vegetables that we grow.

But then, we all eat it!

I also like when my friends come to see.  I know my friends like it, too.

When we play, we always stare at it.  And I am the only person in my family who likes the garden so much.

I feel good when I'm in the garden or even if I'm not.  I just hope that it stays there.  Maybe when I'm older, I will be a gardener!

Sal loves when I help get out the old fruits and vegetables in the garden.  Sal also loves when I am picking other things, too!

Sometimes I am disappointed that when I am with my Dad for the weekend, I do not get to do all of the fun stuff I do with Sal because my Dad lives in an apartment building.

But I am still very happy when I am with my Dad.

My Stepdad knows I love his garden.  I hope you could have a garden like my Stepdad's.

After that, we have dinner.  Dinner was super!  Super as always.

"Mmm-hmm," we say.  We are definitely having vegetables the next day.

I just love Sal's garden.  Speaking of vegetables, let's talk about flowers.

I love the way the flowers drift in the sun so much.

Do you?

CHAPTER 1: THE HAPPY DAYS OF ELIZABETH BLOSER

Elizabeth Bloser was not happy.

All of her magnets were not lining up because she was playing with her friends and she had to be the drill sergeant magnet.

It was not fun because that was her last day and everybody seemed so happy that she was leaving to Mexico the next day.  Mom told me that we are not staying so long after all, but that did not make Elizabeth feel happier.

“So, honey, how do you like my new scoosher we are going to put in the museum?”

“I don’t want to answer,” I said to myself. 

“Honey, I know you don’t want to appreciate your uncle’s hard work for helping, but you have to know that it is worth more than that.”  And took a bit of her purple hot dog.

“Mom, I am trying to eat, so please stop talking,” Elizabeth said to her mom.

“Ok, honey, I hope you feel better soon,” said Mom.

Elizabeth ran out of the car to see what it would look like in Mexico.

It was kind of like our house, but a little less busy.  If I lived there where I was before, it would be so busy.  But I still love the place only because it was not at all how I really thought.

It was like my place at home, except for the part when I had a department.  So I guess I really do like it. 

I kind of liked it too much.

CHAPTER 2: CRAZY LAZY.

I was in love with a guy named Lulu.

He sounds so cool when I talk to him, but only me because he was shy to everybody but me.  I was starting to think he liked me a lot too because of that.

The next day I felt like I was a lazy bug.  For some reason, I could not get up, though I felt good but would not get up.

So I went to look to the left where the mirror was, but all I saw was Mom’s angry face.  It did not look happy at all.

I knew it was my fault, but why? 

Then I look to the right where my Uncle’s splattered with apple juice pitcher and luckily it was not me. 

It was my brother Jay-Jay.  It was just a reflection.

I really hoped that I would not feel lazy any more. 

Well, I really thought that maybe Lulu is lazy too, but she was too afraid to ask him.

The next morning, Elizabeth had an idea for how she will ask Lulu how if he felt lazy or not.  So she called Aliza over and said that she would help with only one part of t liking her boyfriend, Jacob.

“Fine deal,” Elizabeth said.

Then, Jacob came over and said that he was going to have a party at his house.

Then Aliza said, “I have to get there.”

“Fine,” I said.

CHAPTER 3: THE PARTY

Aliza said that she was going to play a game that was her favorite game.   And, of course, it was going to go on at the party.

“So, this is how you play?” she told me.  “First, you have to put seven cards down.  Next, you put those cards in a pile.  Then, you have to take out four of the cards.  Then, find out if you can make any matches.  If you cannot, then you have to pick from the pile.  And if you run out of cards, you are out of the game.”

I was kind of amazed that I could actually know how to play.   “I liked it, too,” I said to Aliza.

She did, too.

The next day, I wanted to play the game all day.  Plus, the party was going to be in a week.  So, I got my clothes on and ran outside. 

Aliza was looking at me when I got out there.  Then I said that we should practice the game at the park.

I said to her, “Maybe you could get some of the stuff and I will get some of the stuff, too.  But, I want to show you something at my house, but I cannot figure out what it might be.”

“So, you mean that you don’t even know what it is actually?” Aliza says to me.

But all I know is that it looks like my sister, but dead.  And my Mom is not there.  Neither is my Dad.

“Ummm, stay at my house where you are safe.  Then I’ll ask my Mom for some cards and some cookies.  Then we can figure out why your sister or somebody else would get hurt so badly.”

Aliza was kind of scared, but I was kind of scared, too.  A lot, because Aliza’s sister had known where my phone was, because it was missing and she had found it, but had not given it back to me.

Ever since, I asked her about it.

CHAPTER 4: THE WEIRD DAYS OF ELIZABETH BLOSER!!!

Mom came in.

“What the heck is Aliza doing in the house?!” Mom questioned us.

Then I said that Aliza had to stay with us for the night, because her parents are gone for the night.

“But what about her sister?”

“We think she is dead, because there is a dead person in my room who looks like her so much.”

“Fine, she can stay.”

“Thanks, Mom.  Thanks so much.”

The party was today, a I had to get ready.  And, of course, wake up Aliza because it was the bg day for her.

So, I race to my guest room and see her ready.  “So, I better not tell my mother, right, Aliza?”

“Yes,” Aliza said to me. 

So, me and Aliza got there and said to everybody that it was the best party ever.

Then, Jacob came over and said “I really thought that you guys were not going to come.  I love that the party can come, but Aliza…I was wondering if you could help with my history project.  Can you help?” he said.

“Yes, I can help.”  And I liked that!

The end.