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My Favorite Place By: Carlee G September 29, 2009 2:22 pm   My favorite place in the world is Galveston,

Texas. There in the Jelly Fish filled water is the

waves, the music of the ocean crashing down on the

sand and the sand castles that you took so long

to build. The small but powerful waves that are propelling

you toward the beach, while on you're on your boogie

board, where your mom is sitting with your two dogs,

running away from the water, terrified. In Galveston there are

cruises, tours, and many sea-food restraunts and sea nick-knacks in

stores just waiting to be bought. In Galveston, there

are beaches full of wood, sea-glass, stones with holes

in them, from a mermaid legend. The legend is that if you find a seashell that

has a hole in it, it came from a mermaid necklace. Galveston is where a

enormous statue of Neptune and his wife and son are. There, I sleep in a camper, but I don't care, I'm

where I want to be: falling asleep to the sound of

waves instead of rock-n-roll. Galveston is my favorite

place, and some day I wish to go back there, after

the Hurricane is cleared up. Someday, I'll come running

into its arms again.

cruises, tours, and many sea-food and sea nick-knacks in

stores just waiting to be bought. In Galveston, there

are beaches full of wood, sea-glass, stones with holes

in them, from a mermaid legend. Galveston is where a

enormous statue of Neptune and his wife and son are. There, I sleep in a camper, but I don't care, I'm

where I want to be. Falling asleep to the sound of

waves instead of rock-n-roll. Galveston is my favorite

place, and some day I wish to go back there, after

the Hurricane is cleared up. Someday, I'll come running

into it's arms again.

I'm From Billy Colman

I'm from the Ozarks, the magical place The land of the sycamores. I'm from the raccoons that walk the forests at night. From mama and papa, there kindness and there working style. From my 3 sisters that are lovable and have hearts of pure gold I'm from the marshal that gave me that sweet sweet strawberry soda, The way t just goes down your thought all bubbly. I'm from the my grandpa, the way he always cares for me and my family. I'm from the ax that sticks out of Rubin Pritchard, The lessons it's that it taught me. I'm from hunting the forest When I'm out there, it's a whole differnt world. But most of all I'm from my dogs and the mighty Red Fern that grows between, that was planted by and Angel.


 * 1) 3 A metaphor the author uses to describe the lawn mower is a windmill of grassy blades. I have never seen one of these.


 * 1) 4 This sentence is effective because it shows how much work he did and went on and on and on to show that he worked really hard and made a lot of progress.

BY:CARLEE G PEAK 3

Abigail By: Carlee G = Abigail my sweet guinea pig, = **Who is flicking hay on the ground.** **And that cannot be changed.**
 * The joy you bring me when you squeak,**
 * How wonderful you sound.**
 * Sometimes you get in trouble**
 * And yet I will always forgive you.**
 * For you are mine**
 * And that is that,**

Old People Values Young People Values
 * wiser *flexible
 * real kind *in shape
 * unique * nimble
 * weaker *energetic
 * interesting stories *dummer

BY CARLEE GRAY “The baby is here!!!” shouted mom. Then all of us drove to the hospital. I dashed into the waiting room where my Nana and Papa were.(I had called them ahead of time on my cell) We waited, and waited, and waited until... “C'mon, c'mon! You have a new baby sister, Susan!” dad sprinted out of the hospital room. All four of us scampered back into the room. As soon as I saw Susan, a tear rolled down my cheek. No arms. No arms. My baby sister had no arms. I started to weep. That poor, helpless baby. But I was joyous that I had a sister. Despite her disadvantages, Susan and I would be best friends. We were. I helped here with everything her first couple of years. Even though she had no arms, she still thrived. Then, when she was about four or five, she got mechanical arms. Three years after that I started piano lessons. They were excellent and the piano was my other best friend. One day when I strolled home from school, I came upon Susan and mom fighting. “You can't take piano lessons!” hollered mom, “Your arms...” She trailed off. “They're fine. Can we at least try it? Or are you going to be Mrs, 'You Have To Have Real Arms To Play The Piano'?” Susan shot back. “OK. Fine. You can go to your sisters nest lesson.” “Oh, thank you!!! I love you!!!” Susan grasped mom. So she came to my next piano lesson. __**WOW!!!**__ That girl is superior. Susan got to take lessons too. After six weeks she could play the first movement of a sonatina by Mozart! And after about seven years she memorized sixteen sonatinas. They were all her own expression. Dang, she was superb. It has been eleven years since Susan died. It's strange. I'm... lonely. And sometimes I get down those old tapes of her playing that piano. It hasn't been played in eleven years. Yes, those tapes bring back the memory of her. Of the miracle: Susan C. Moon.