Brendan's Crisis ):

Brendan is one of my friends from school. He is an amazing writer and runs 3 different websites. He specializes in scary stories but does a lot of other things too. Ok, so here''s the deal. Recently his close friend (not naming names)hurt his feelings pretty bad. After a few days he got over it due to him pursuing a new friend. The rest of the week he was constantly smiling. We asked him why he was so happy and this is what we got in return -    

DO YOU WANT BE MY FRIEND  please mark one of the boxes below.

YES +       NO   (it was a note)

This almost makes me cry about what happens next. The next day he walks into class with a heart-breaking frown on his face. He later explained that he had a fight with his new friend although the details remain mysterious. So I am writing this post so more people might visit his websites. Maybe then he will be happier. Then everybody around him will be happier and merrier for the holidays.

YOU CAN REACH BRENDAN'S SITES WITH:

 

www.theofficialsonic.wikia.com

www.chaoticreviews.wikia.com

www.professorlayton.wikia.com

If you are interested in visiting his websites please leave comments so he knows you are there!

I Am Poem

I am clever and artistic.

I wonder how many light years the other planets are from Earth.

I hear the swoosh of my sled down a hill in the summer.

I see one of my pictures in an art gallery.

I want to travel to Europe.

I am clever and artistic.

I pretend I can fly.

I feel fortunate to be in Student Council.

I touch the sharp peak of Mt. Everest.

I worry too much.

I cry when I am injured.

I am clever and artistic.

I understand how to work with decimals.

I say segregation is unfair.

I dream about chocolate chip cookies.

I try my best in school.

I hope I enjoy middle school.

I am clever and artistic.

I am Tarah.

Preparing for the Iditarod

My name is Tarah. I am from Takotna, Alaska and I grew up with one dog. I got my first real sled when I was 12 and the first time I rode it I crashed in to a garbage can and killed my neighbor's cat.

I am 21 years old. I've raced in the Iditarod 3 times and the closest I've come to winning is 13th place. Last year I received the Red Lantern Award and I was slightly discouraged. I asked one of the volunteers personally if I could have bib number 49, due to Alaska being the 49th satae, to see if it would give me better luck this year.

The first thing I did to prepare for the Iditarod is find several different breeders to order 18 dogs. I only use 16 of the dogs but I always but more than I need in case any of them get injured before the race begins. I always have my dogs with my family while I race. My two younger siblings train them with my old sled.

Next, I usually go to a specialty store to purchase harnesses and booties. I always buy new booties for m dogs each year because the current booties are always weathered down too much to use next year. I also buy Red Paw dog food because it increases muscle mass, energy and endurance.

Next, I go to REI to get nice thick clothing to keep me warm in the Iditarod. Then, I look to see what obstacles I should avoid. The first thing to keep in mind is you want to drop any unnecessary weight in Shaktoolik because you'll soon be crossing a section of an ocean and you don't want to go through the ice. Another thing to be cautious about is trees since they're all over the course.

Now I must go get some sleep so I can fly into Anchorage tomorrow morning.

An Ancient Mystery Solved

Dr. Miller was just about to exit from the archeological dig when he heard his partner yell.

Dr. Miller rushed over to his partner who was desperately digging away at a small part of crumbling sand. It wasn’t long before he saw sand caving in to reveal the opening of a dark red canoe. The bow of the small boat was chipped in several places and the paint was peeling away everywhere. Dr. Miller was still taking in the incredible sight while his partner, Steven, uncovered more of the canoe.

Joseph was slowly and absentmindedly circling an area of sand around his house when Amber, one of the girls from his school, quickly ran down the street and practically knocked him over. Amber was a small girl with long blonde hair. She looked like she was about to say something but she just gasped and breathed heavily as she held out a small rock. Joseph was about to walk away when he realized it was damp. They lived in a small town, about 70 miles from Cairo, with no water source for miles. Joseph couldn’t even imagine where Amber might have found the damp rock but when he looked up again, Amber was already sprinting down the road, dodging people, obviously leading to where the small rock was found.

She ran up to Mr. Mason’s house, where a gentle trickle of water ran down the side of the small brick building. Joseph observed the peculiar flow as it silently made its way across the terrain. Joseph suddenly felt a strong urge to follow the small stream. He didn’t care what Amber was going to do but he had to know where it led to.

As soon as Joseph started moving, Amber dashed up behind him with a sudden burst of speed. The stream went much farther than either child imagined. It maneuvered all around town and in one section it actually went underground but it resurfaced quickly. It led them to a patch of sand, where it seemed like it might go underground again. Joseph looked around to find that the stream had led them to the archeological dig.

While Amber was examining the patch of sand, Joseph stumbled over to Dr. Miller. Dr. Miller was talking to his partner, Steven, when he noticed Joseph staring at the red canoe they had found.

“We dug that up yesterday,” explained Dr. Miller.

“There’s some plates over there too,” added Steven

“We think there might have been a civilization out there due to our discoveries,” exclaimed Steven.

Joseph slowly made his way over to the plates and cups with flowery borders.

“Where do you think the civilization was?” asked Amber, who had snuck up behind Dr. Miller.

“We think it might be about a quarter mile west from here.”

Joseph and Amber nodded in synchronized movements.

“Joseph, look the water’s back!”, shouted Amber.

Joseph looked to his right and sure enough the stream was curving around Amber’s feet heading out toward the desert. They followed the water for about an hour when, again, it ended at a large pointed rock.

Joseph had started to head home when Amber yelled at him, “It’s not a rock, it’s a roof!”

“What?”, exclaimed Joseph.

Amber had already started digging at the pointed roof. She soon uncovered the rest of the roof, revealing shingles and gutters. When they got done with that they worked on an odd indent in the sand which turned out to be a yard to the house. Hours passed and they realized Dr. Miller was right; there was a town out here.

“Wait, where did the town get their water in the desert?”, asked Amber.

“The stream,” exclaimed Joseph.

When they finally walked back it was 5:00, they had spent 7 hours out there. As soon as Joseph got home he fell right asleep with the stone in his pocket.

The small man of Ireland

My assignment was to write a story about a leprechaun using the 5 senses, similes and personification.This is what I wrote.

Rain splattered like damp teardrops against my jacket as the humidity of the forest swallowed me into shadowy depths. It was impossible to hear anything other than the trembling oaks of Ireland and the squelching of my boots in the thick mud. The sun had set nearly an hour ago and the musky smell of distant bonfires was easily getting my attentions. The wind carried an interesting scent to my nose, so I curiously urged myself forward to find what was emitting the strange aroma. I silently crept towards a grove of trees which groaned from the pressure of the rain and wind. Suddenly, a shadow swiftly circled the tree trunks several times revealing long striped red stockings and vibrant green shoes. The abnormal movements soon ceased and a man appeared from the circling mist, barely the height of my stomach. He wore a tall green hat with red ribbon tied around the edge. Tucked in between the ribbon and the hat was a soggy clover, with several rips and tears. He had sapphire eyes and fiery orange hair. He also had a gray tail coat that was covered in a garnet pattern which flowed like a river’s current. His elfish ears stuck up half the height of his top hat and were paler than the rest if his skin. Jingle bells hung from his muddy, green shoes, like small golden berries. His hair stuck to his face in wet strips. The melancholy expression on his face mimicked the night sky. He stifled a single whisper before gliding into the forest but the words soon died in the fast moving wind.