Literature Group

Best friends

 Author's note: In literature group Mr. Johnson gave us a list of words that we have to incorporate in our piece. With that in mind my goals are to have good sentence fluency so I don't just have random sentences strewn around everywhere. My other goal is to have good organization, so my writing piece will make sense when you read it.


I slowly wake up entangled in my large fluffy blanket. Once I get out of bed, I slowly slip on my favorite tank top and head down stairs. On my way down stairs I hear the Perry the platypus theme song. I scream for my sister to change the channel, once I finished yelling at her I continue walking down the stairs. Once I finally make it to the kitchen I walk to the cabinet and look at my options in there.  There's bread, cookie crisp, graham crackers, pancake mix and fruit snacks. I grab a packet of fruit snacks and head to the fridge hoping for some better luck. When I open the fridge I explore my options. I can have an orange, an apple, milk, chocolate milk, peanut butter, jelly, bagels, and orange juice. All of a sudden I feel something vibrate. I remember that I put my phone in my back pocket.  I check my phone and my friend had texted me asking if I could go to the park. I quickly texted back yes and headed to the garage. Once I run past our TV room I hear the TV blurt out something about a Krabby patty. I opened the door  into the garage and run to my bike. Once I got to my bike I start to push it out the garage door. Suddenly I hear a clatter and I notice that when I moved my bike I accidently pushed down a box of tools letting its hammer, screwdriver, wrench, and a few nails spill out. I quickly put my bike on its kick stand and walk over to the tools and pick them up. Once I finish picking them up I quickly rush over to my bike, put up the kickstand and start pedaling.



Once I make it to the park I see that my friend is already here. I quickly put my bike against the small house used to store items that I do not know. Once I finished that I head to my friend. We quickly start talking about how weirdly nice it is even though it's only March. Once me and my friend agreed on that she had said, "Yeah  only a few weeks ago Jewish people would be celebrating Hanukah."



I agreed in between laughs and we continued to play basketball.  All of a sudden we hear a boom of thunder and a streak of lightning in the sky. Then out of no where it had started raining and the rain drops were coming down as largely as rose petals and was coming down like a waterfall. We look at each other and started cracking up. Then with another boom of thunder we were on our bikes pedaling as fast as we can to my friends house. Once we got there we out our bikes in her garage and went inside. Once we got inside we made us each a milkshake and decided on a scary movie. We set our milkshakes down in the cup holders in her couch and grabbed every blanket we could find and settled down.



Once the movie had started we found out that the main character was named Rosalie and she lived in New York. She had taken a walk on a dark, ghostly night. My friend and me had noticed something had followed her. We buried ourselves deeper and deeper into our blankets until the thing jumped out of the shadows. It was a lost puppy! My friend and I looked and each other and started cracking up. Rosalie looked at the tag and it had said that the puppy's name was Bruce, and he had lived on a alpaca farm 5 minutes outside of town. I know weird right? Anyways, She had decided too drive him down there. And that's when it had started going down hill. Down hill as in really scary. My friend and me had spent most of the time under the blankets until we had finally fallen asleep. Once we woke up we did exactly what we did yesterday.
Shoes
Author's note: My goal in this piece is to have good  voice, good organization and good sentence fluency.
I open the door to a musty old store and a bell somewhere in the back rings to let the worker know I'm here. I quickly look around at all the shoes. There's all different kind of animal print on each shoe. Then in the back of my eye I see the reflection of a sign from somewhere in the store. I slowly but surely walk to the destination and see the sign; The Magical shoes.


I found this quite weird since that was the name of the store. Then when I looked under the sign I see a new pair of what look like blue converse high tops. I quickly rush over to them and try them on. Once I finished tying the second shoe I hear a high pitch screaming like someone saw bloody Mary. I quickly pop up and run towards the noise. When I reach where the noise is coming from I see a bloody, disassembled figured on the ground. It was a girl around her 20's, like me. I quickly turn around and run towards the door, but the closer I seem to get the farther away it is. Then I hear a cackling coming from all around me. I stop running and start turning in circles to see where the laughter was coming from.


Suddenly the cackling stops. I start running with all my might to the door. Right once my hand touches the door knob something cool, and hard slices my back. I scream and fall to the floor. I slowly turn over and see a hooded figure standing over me with a bloody knife. The only words I hear before I die were, "You shouldn't have put on the shoes."

Vacation from Reality(The Glorious Whitewasher)

Author's note: In this piece I will be focusing on a very good thesis statement, by having conventional techniques to introduce a topic from an original or insightful perspective. Also I  will have very good word choice, by having precise, vivid language, chosen form clarity and affect; literary devices are used effectively. Finally I will also have good organization, by having well-sequenced body paaragraphs contain precise topic sentences, insightful supporting information and incorporate sophisticated transitions.

"Stop the stabboard! Ting- a- ling- ling-! Chow! Ch- chow- chow!"  Most adults or even children would not say that today in public, let alone run around the street making actions and screaming it at the top of your lungs.In the story "The Glorious Whitewasher" most of Tom's friends will trade anything to paint a pickett fence. While Tom lets them paint he just will sit around and play with his new toys. Tom's life is definitely not a reality, it's a fantasy.

When I thought about this I had realized how much of it was a fantasy. There was this one part that where it was a definite fantasy. That part was when Jim was bringing the bucket to the well to fetch water. This part to me was such a fantasy because Tom had tried to trick Jim into letting him bring the water to the well and tried to tick him by trying to show him a "scab" on his knee. Jim had been so caught up in seeing the scab that he almost fell for it.Luckily he ran away in time.

Another thing I saw that was quite weird was when he started to trade weird "prizes" with his friends so they could paint part of the picket fence. The weirdest trade there was was when he had traded his friend for a dead rat and a leash. I mean really! What could someone do with a dead rat and leash? Put the rat in the leash and scare the girls by throwing the rat at them only to have it stop moving right before it hit them in the face? He could also pretend it's alive and take it on walks but both things would be frowned upon in our time and he would probably be sent to an insane asylum.

The final thing that made it a fantasy was how perfect the world seemed to be. This was on of the reasons because back then in the 1800's the parents would whip their kids without feeling bad, but Aunt Polly would only hit you in the head with a thimble. There are many other reasons that prove that this story was take in a place where everything is perfect. Like how Tom said when children go fetch water they just stay there and play all day. Those are some ways that show that this story is taken place in a fantasy.
The Ciruit
Author's note: My goal in this writing piece is to have very good voice, good sentence fluency, very good organization and a noticeable thesis statement.

              Vroom, vroom. I suddenly hear an engine going down the street. I yell for my kids to run and hide. Why you may ask but if only you were a migration worker too. I do this because I am afraid. I'm afraid that they will find out and make them go. Go to school.

             I know that this is bad for them but they would hate it there. Anyways we can't afford to go all year, like some other kids do. If only I could make more money, then we could buy a house, send my kids off to school. But most of all… We could all be happy.

            I imagine living in a nice large house that looks like my boss's house. Then someone yelling at me breaks me from my fantasy. Wait that isn't someone yelling at me that's the lunch bell! I slowly drag my feet to my lunch table and eat my peanut butter sandwich in silence while my two kids eat there sandwiches with a smile on their faces. Then I think to myself it wouldn't be too bad to send them to school.

           Within a week my two youngest kids were signed up and ready for their first day of school. When the school bus came they had gotten on and I tried not to cry because I am the man of the house. Within a few weeks of them at school I had realized that it was the end of cotton picking season and we would have to move soon.           


All Summer in a closet( All summer in a day response)


Author's note: My goal in this piece is to have good voice, a good thesis statement, and good organization.



I know I'm different than everybody else. While they run and play I stand there and day dream. I remember a day without rain. A day that's dry and warm. Little did I know that today may be my last day standing alone looking out those ugly, patterned windows dreaming about that thing called the sun .

Today some say that it's supposed to stop raining. Hopefully they're right. I hear them talking and I suddenly speak up and start talking all about the sun. When I finish talking I notice that they are all giving me wierd looks. Then all of a sudden one of them shout out, "let's lock her in the closet before teacher comes!!!!"

They all give agreeing nods and then they all lift me up. Once they pick me up they head to the closet, open it up, and drop me in. They quickly close and lock the door. I start pounding and screaming with all my might. No one is coming to help me. Where is teacher? Suddenly I hear a bunch of cheering and then I realize.... It has stopped raining.

I start to feel a bit dizzy. I slowly sit down. Then all of a sudden I feel like I can't breathe. I try and try to get air through my lungs but it feels like nothing is coming in. I slowly start to close my eyes. Then I slowly lay down and finally close my eyes... Forever.

4 comments:

Tien V. said...

Best Friends-
Your story was a lot like others, but the way you went down a different path made your piece very unique. I couldn't really find a plot, but your descriptive language was great. Nice job!

Callie said...

Best friends..... I agree with Tien about the descriptive language. Also about the plot. Maybe try to set an outline for you story before writing in prewriting but otherwise good job.

Kiley said...

I thought your writing piece Best Friends was very well written. You used each vocabulary word well, and it sounded good. Nice job!

Kyle T said...

I liked you writing piece on Best Friends. You used the words nicely and it did not go off track at all. The words in purple were a little hard to read but other than that it was a good writing piece!