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Hi my name is Nick. I’m 16 years old and I’m in10th grade. Both my parents are teachers and they have been married for a really long time. I come from a big family and have lots of aunts and uncles and most of us live in the same town. I like playing baseball and I am a pitcher, I read a lot and love to play chess. I’m a really big nerd! I love to learn and I care about the environment. I also love to surf and have my own surf board. I love going to the beach in my free time to catch some big waves. I dream of being a really great baseball player and maybe even go professional and being able to surf in the off season. I would also like to go to college. I have pretty good grades so I think that might be a possibility.
I went to my grandparent’s house recently and me and my cousins snuck off and we found this door. We did not know where it went, so I wanted to go and see what was in there. It was hard to open and we thought at first that the door was locked. I pulled hard on the door and turned the knob, but it didn’t want to budge. I started to get upset so I hit on the door. I then tried kicking it and my foot, I grazed the lock, and the knob fell off. I was able to put the claw end of the hammer into the whole and was able to pry the door ajar. I was sad to see that in this small room there were just a bunch old things. The first thing I saw was a mirror and some books. I could also see a box or something that looked like an old trunk. I walk over to it and it’s all dusty and I yelled for my cousins to come over t to see what I had found. It was a chest. Before they got there I knelt down by the chest and on the outside where the initials “BCA”. The lock in the front was open so I undid the two buckle type straps and I gently opened it. I went very slowly and I guess it was because I hoped that it would contain something very special. At first all I saw was that there were some very old letters bound with a faded pink ribbon. By the time I had gently lifted them out my cousins had joined me. We looked below them and I was surprised to feel with my hand find a false bottom. I carefully felt for the edge and lifted it up with the hopes of some amazing treasure. I was somewhat disappointed that what we found was a old bat and a glove. I took them out and inspected them and found that they also contained the initials of my grandfather on them. I sat down for a while and wondered why these two items had been hidden in the bottom of this old chest.
I decided to ask my father if grandpa had ever played baseball when he was younger and my father had said yes he had. I wonder why grandpa had never told me that he played my favorite sport. I came to the conclusion that I needed to ask grandpa about the bat and glove. He was surprised that I found it and he told me that they were very special and that they had been his magic glove. With that magic glove he had almost gone to the majors. He told me that I could use them to see if the magic worked on me.
On the day of baseball tryouts I was really scared. I didn’t know how I was going to do. I realized that I knew how to play and that I was actually pretty good. It was my turn to go up to bat. The first time I struck out and everyone laughed at me. The second time I decided to try the magic bat and you will never believe this but I hit the ball. I was so surprised that I hit it. It was a triple and the people that where laughing at me stopped. I think that the bat helped me but I also think that I did it by myself. I not really sure what the reason is however, it could be the bat because I got my dad’s genes and he’s not much when it comes to sports.
The day that they posted roster I was really scared. I look down the list and I couldn’t find my name, my eyes keep darting back and forth, and up and down, I couldn’t focus. I took a deep breath and then I started at the top and went over it again. I looked and I held my breath, half way down the page I saw my name. I was so happy that I had made the team, I am not sure when I finally realize that I could breathe again. I am glad that I figured it out before I passed out.
What I realized is that if you aren’t good at a sport that you should try and get better and not try and find a short cut, they’re really is no such thing as a magic bat or good luck socks. I am glad that I realized not to be afraid and give things a try. However, I think I am going to stick with chess!
The beauties and the beast
Chapter one
I couldn’t block out those high pitched guinea pig laughs from the table behind me no matter how hard I tried. I knew they were talking about me. I am fat and ugly. I mean, why would they now talk about me? I was sure they could see my back-ne(back acne) though the cheap white target shirt I put one this morning and how my frizzy, slightly wavy hair flopped on my neck like a wet mop. Or they even saw how I couldn’t get my mascara to accentuate every eyelash but instead I managed to get it to clump up around the corners of my eyes. They are everything I’m not; perfect.
My mind finally started to be conscious again when I realized that my mom had been telling me a story for quite a while now. So I nodded and laughed when she laughed pretending like I actually knew what the hell she was talking about.
Then I thought to myself that this was a pretty pathetic situation. I came to the mall with my mom. My mom who talks about things I could care less about. I didn’t come with my friends or a boyfriend, I came with my mom. We had come for the perfect sophomore home coming dress even though there wasn’t any use. I have never had a boy friend and I didn’t expect anyone to ask me this time around.
“Georgia?” my mom looked at me curiously.
I realized I had dosed off while she was talking again. “Uh, yah?”
“What store would you like to start with first honey?”
The greasy Kentucky Fried Chicken fumes filled my head and made me not want to go any place that involved trying on clothes at all.
“Macy’s,” I replied.
“Okay. Well, we should get going. We only have two hours left.”
I took one last sip of y watered down root beer, and threw it in the trash can. Then I walked past the perfects’ table trying to avoid eye contact with them. I thought to myself that I shouldn’t let them remember m face because maybe one day I’ll get pretty and they’ll want me in their group. They just can’t know that I once was a hideous beast.
Chapter two
My eyes were overwhelmed with sequins and bows. All the dresses looked so beautiful and they were all a size two. I went to the back of every rack and got my size. I came out with at least 12 dresses to try on.
I had already gone through the first 8 and none of them looked any good on me. They all found the worst ways to hug my love handles.
“Mom!” I called out.
“ mhmm?”
“Can you get me the next size up in these two dresses?” I asked making sure I didn’t tell her the actual size out loud.
“Okay honey, hang them over the door.”
After I did that,. I went to the next four dresses. The first one was okay but the second dress wouldn’t get up past my waist. I was so frustrated I leaned against the door and crossed my arms.
Suddenly the door swung wide open from under me and then there I went, arms flailing all the way to the ground with a big thud. My mom had forgotten to knock. I was mortified. A million things were going though my mind when I finally realized my dress was still only pulled half way up.
I got to my feet as fast as I could, crossing my arms across my chest. That’s when I saw them. Waiting in line for a room and laughing there heads off.
I couldn’t breathe and I felt like my heart was in my throat. I ran back in the room and slammed the door on my mom knowing that my dream of ever being perfect was ruined.
Egypt was a mystical place, back in B.C. Many who believed in the gods, like Osiris and Isis, worshiped them hoping that they would have a sample of their great powers. Bastet is my favorite of all the goddesses, she was a cat goddess. She signals elegance and intelligence. She was their goddess of happiness and bounty, she also had the ability of fighting with cat like powers. That is where this story takes place, in Egypt.
Medusa was strong but sensitive. She was being dressed for her great battle. Her crystal blue eyes shined in the reflection of her battle swords, and her jet black hair brushed her bare shoulders. Her ceremonial two piece gown waved in the wind as she stepped out onto her balcony. “I don’t want to fight her”, Medusa said to her fiancé, Ihmotep. “ Neftali knows how to protect herself, my love”. His jade eyes were gleaming as his muscles were exposed to the night sky. “What if Bastet blesses her with the power instead of me, I will be too weak to protect myself.” “If she does, then I shall heal you with the powers of Osiris, for I am a priest”, he said while brushing her cheek for any stray tears. “There is nothing to worry about Medusa.” “Medusa, it is time for the ceremony”, said one of the servants stepping onto the balcony. Medusa kissed Ihmotep for the last time before she placed the silver feline mask on her face.
Medusa walked with pride to the battle room, her eyes gleaming with power. Once in the room, she looked at her twin sister, Neftali, for any sign of emotion, but there was nothing but the reflection of her mask. Medusa’s ceremonial gown was very different from her sister’s. Neftali’s was white with her stomach covered and a silver mask. While Medusa’s was a little more revealing. Her’s was black with her stomach bare, showing the diamond chain hanging from her belly button. Although, her mask was also silver. They positioned themselves, arms over their heads, sai(special battle swords) crossed. “This battle, is to determine who will rule Egypt and the Nile with the power of goddess Bastet”, said the king, their father. “Please recite”. “The powers of the moon and stars are prepared to face thee”, recited Medusa. “And the powers of the sun and light are prepared to face thee”, recited Neftali. “Arm”, said their father. With that word, both of the sisters moved one of their sai at the other, and bent their knees ready to charge.
April 25th, 2008 at 12:14 am e
Hi my name is Nick. I’m 16 years old and I’m in10th grade. Both my parents are teachers and they have been married for a really long time. I come from a big family and have lots of aunts and uncles and most of us live in the same town. I like playing baseball and I am a pitcher, I read a lot and love to play chess. I’m a really big nerd! I love to learn and I care about the environment. I also love to surf and have my own surf board. I love going to the beach in my free time to catch some big waves. I dream of being a really great baseball player and maybe even go professional and being able to surf in the off season. I would also like to go to college. I have pretty good grades so I think that might be a possibility.
I went to my grandparent’s house recently and me and my cousins snuck off and we found this door. We did not know where it went, so I wanted to go and see what was in there. It was hard to open and we thought at first that the door was locked. I pulled hard on the door and turned the knob, but it didn’t want to budge. I started to get upset so I hit on the door. I then tried kicking it and my foot, I grazed the lock, and the knob fell off. I was able to put the claw end of the hammer into the whole and was able to pry the door ajar. I was sad to see that in this small room there were just a bunch old things. The first thing I saw was a mirror and some books. I could also see a box or something that looked like an old trunk. I walk over to it and it’s all dusty and I yelled for my cousins to come over t to see what I had found. It was a chest. Before they got there I knelt down by the chest and on the outside where the initials “BCA”. The lock in the front was open so I undid the two buckle type straps and I gently opened it. I went very slowly and I guess it was because I hoped that it would contain something very special. At first all I saw was that there were some very old letters bound with a faded pink ribbon. By the time I had gently lifted them out my cousins had joined me. We looked below them and I was surprised to feel with my hand find a false bottom. I carefully felt for the edge and lifted it up with the hopes of some amazing treasure. I was somewhat disappointed that what we found was a old bat and a glove. I took them out and inspected them and found that they also contained the initials of my grandfather on them. I sat down for a while and wondered why these two items had been hidden in the bottom of this old chest.
I decided to ask my father if grandpa had ever played baseball when he was younger and my father had said yes he had. I wonder why grandpa had never told me that he played my favorite sport. I came to the conclusion that I needed to ask grandpa about the bat and glove. He was surprised that I found it and he told me that they were very special and that they had been his magic glove. With that magic glove he had almost gone to the majors. He told me that I could use them to see if the magic worked on me.
On the day of baseball tryouts I was really scared. I didn’t know how I was going to do. I realized that I knew how to play and that I was actually pretty good. It was my turn to go up to bat. The first time I struck out and everyone laughed at me. The second time I decided to try the magic bat and you will never believe this but I hit the ball. I was so surprised that I hit it. It was a triple and the people that where laughing at me stopped. I think that the bat helped me but I also think that I did it by myself. I not really sure what the reason is however, it could be the bat because I got my dad’s genes and he’s not much when it comes to sports.
The day that they posted roster I was really scared. I look down the list and I couldn’t find my name, my eyes keep darting back and forth, and up and down, I couldn’t focus. I took a deep breath and then I started at the top and went over it again. I looked and I held my breath, half way down the page I saw my name. I was so happy that I had made the team, I am not sure when I finally realize that I could breathe again. I am glad that I figured it out before I passed out.
What I realized is that if you aren’t good at a sport that you should try and get better and not try and find a short cut, they’re really is no such thing as a magic bat or good luck socks. I am glad that I realized not to be afraid and give things a try. However, I think I am going to stick with chess!
April 25th, 2008 at 12:57 am e
The beauties and the beast
Chapter one
I couldn’t block out those high pitched guinea pig laughs from the table behind me no matter how hard I tried. I knew they were talking about me. I am fat and ugly. I mean, why would they now talk about me? I was sure they could see my back-ne(back acne) though the cheap white target shirt I put one this morning and how my frizzy, slightly wavy hair flopped on my neck like a wet mop. Or they even saw how I couldn’t get my mascara to accentuate every eyelash but instead I managed to get it to clump up around the corners of my eyes. They are everything I’m not; perfect.
My mind finally started to be conscious again when I realized that my mom had been telling me a story for quite a while now. So I nodded and laughed when she laughed pretending like I actually knew what the hell she was talking about.
Then I thought to myself that this was a pretty pathetic situation. I came to the mall with my mom. My mom who talks about things I could care less about. I didn’t come with my friends or a boyfriend, I came with my mom. We had come for the perfect sophomore home coming dress even though there wasn’t any use. I have never had a boy friend and I didn’t expect anyone to ask me this time around.
“Georgia?” my mom looked at me curiously.
I realized I had dosed off while she was talking again. “Uh, yah?”
“What store would you like to start with first honey?”
The greasy Kentucky Fried Chicken fumes filled my head and made me not want to go any place that involved trying on clothes at all.
“Macy’s,” I replied.
“Okay. Well, we should get going. We only have two hours left.”
I took one last sip of y watered down root beer, and threw it in the trash can. Then I walked past the perfects’ table trying to avoid eye contact with them. I thought to myself that I shouldn’t let them remember m face because maybe one day I’ll get pretty and they’ll want me in their group. They just can’t know that I once was a hideous beast.
Chapter two
My eyes were overwhelmed with sequins and bows. All the dresses looked so beautiful and they were all a size two. I went to the back of every rack and got my size. I came out with at least 12 dresses to try on.
I had already gone through the first 8 and none of them looked any good on me. They all found the worst ways to hug my love handles.
“Mom!” I called out.
“ mhmm?”
“Can you get me the next size up in these two dresses?” I asked making sure I didn’t tell her the actual size out loud.
“Okay honey, hang them over the door.”
After I did that,. I went to the next four dresses. The first one was okay but the second dress wouldn’t get up past my waist. I was so frustrated I leaned against the door and crossed my arms.
Suddenly the door swung wide open from under me and then there I went, arms flailing all the way to the ground with a big thud. My mom had forgotten to knock. I was mortified. A million things were going though my mind when I finally realized my dress was still only pulled half way up.
I got to my feet as fast as I could, crossing my arms across my chest. That’s when I saw them. Waiting in line for a room and laughing there heads off.
I couldn’t breathe and I felt like my heart was in my throat. I ran back in the room and slammed the door on my mom knowing that my dream of ever being perfect was ruined.
April 27th, 2008 at 11:39 pm e
Bastet’s descendant
Ch. 1
Egypt was a mystical place, back in B.C. Many who believed in the gods, like Osiris and Isis, worshiped them hoping that they would have a sample of their great powers. Bastet is my favorite of all the goddesses, she was a cat goddess. She signals elegance and intelligence. She was their goddess of happiness and bounty, she also had the ability of fighting with cat like powers. That is where this story takes place, in Egypt.
Medusa was strong but sensitive. She was being dressed for her great battle. Her crystal blue eyes shined in the reflection of her battle swords, and her jet black hair brushed her bare shoulders. Her ceremonial two piece gown waved in the wind as she stepped out onto her balcony. “I don’t want to fight her”, Medusa said to her fiancé, Ihmotep. “ Neftali knows how to protect herself, my love”. His jade eyes were gleaming as his muscles were exposed to the night sky. “What if Bastet blesses her with the power instead of me, I will be too weak to protect myself.” “If she does, then I shall heal you with the powers of Osiris, for I am a priest”, he said while brushing her cheek for any stray tears. “There is nothing to worry about Medusa.” “Medusa, it is time for the ceremony”, said one of the servants stepping onto the balcony. Medusa kissed Ihmotep for the last time before she placed the silver feline mask on her face.
Medusa walked with pride to the battle room, her eyes gleaming with power. Once in the room, she looked at her twin sister, Neftali, for any sign of emotion, but there was nothing but the reflection of her mask. Medusa’s ceremonial gown was very different from her sister’s. Neftali’s was white with her stomach covered and a silver mask. While Medusa’s was a little more revealing. Her’s was black with her stomach bare, showing the diamond chain hanging from her belly button. Although, her mask was also silver. They positioned themselves, arms over their heads, sai(special battle swords) crossed. “This battle, is to determine who will rule Egypt and the Nile with the power of goddess Bastet”, said the king, their father. “Please recite”. “The powers of the moon and stars are prepared to face thee”, recited Medusa. “And the powers of the sun and light are prepared to face thee”, recited Neftali. “Arm”, said their father. With that word, both of the sisters moved one of their sai at the other, and bent their knees ready to charge.