I realized I was in a cell by myself. There was a bed, sink, and a small window with cells on it. I finally realized that I was in jail. A short man was yelling, "He's awake." I put my hand over his mouth, "Where am I?" I asked.
"You're in The Florida Department of Corrections," the man said.
"Ok. Why am I here?" I asked.
"You're Mcrazy, one of the most notorious racers. You were in a car accident and died, but they revived you and you were in a coma for 6 months", he said.
When the cell open, I saw Wan.
"Hey, it's about time you woke up," Wan said.
"We need to make a plan to bust out of here." I said.
"I got a plan," Wan said. "Listen, there is a bus warehouse right next to here if we can break the bars and leave through the window we can steal the keys from the guard and get on one of the buses and get out of here."
Later that night after everyone was asleep, me and Wan were in my cell. He pulled the bars and we jumped out the window. We ran and we saw the depot. Wan realized the door was locked so he kicked it open. Wan searched the cabinets and I found the bus.
I got in the driver seat and he got in the back and I started it and speed off. I quickly turned around and got our stuff. And Wan called a friend that would take care of the bus.
"Hey, take me to a warehouse that has all of my cars, and your Range Rover."
I pulled up to a big garage and I was greeted by a tall man and said "Mcrazy hey can I get your autograph?"
"Please, can I just get my car?" I asked.
"Maybe I don't want to give you your car back" snapped the man.
"Okay, fine. I'll give you my autograph."
I signed the piece of paper and he handed me the keys as Wan and I were headed to the car the man said, "Hey, good luck." I waved back and stopped by my Aunt Kathy's mansion.
I turned the key to the door and my cousin Marian was standing at the door. It was about 3 AM and she opened her mouth, "What are you doing here?" and hugged me.
"I broke out." I replied.
"Come in" said Marian.
"Where's Aunt Kathy and your Dad" I asked.
"They're out of town." said Mariah.
"Okay, hold on." I replied. "Wan come in nobody's here" I said to Wan.
Me and Wan walked inside and sat on the couch. Mariah and Wan talked and I went out and packed my belongings. Me and Wan left and we headed to the MIA for people that don't know what that means it stands for Miami International Airport. Wan has a private jet and told me that we could go anywhere I want before we go to anywhere I want before we fly out to London to start a new life. I decided to go to Kansas City.
We landed at KCI at 4:00PM and I visited all the old monuments I even went to the plaza.
That next morning, Wan shook me I became frightened there were 100 cops outside. Then Wan had an idea. We packed up our stuff and headed to the bag boy closet and put on a blazer and a hat and grabbed a luggage carrier we headed to the parking garage and ditched the bag boy outfits and speed off to the airport.
Well, we made it to KCI and when we got to London, a 1,000 pound weight was lifted off my shoulders. I felt free. No more racing, no more Aunt Kathy, no more. I finally for once in my life felt free.
This is Masfolrd "Mcrazy" Mitchell, signing off until next time.
Written by Tyson, 6-T.
Friday, December 17, 2010
Book 2, Escaping, The Olivia's Life Series
Chapter 1, Where am I?
I sat there looking up. Where am I? I thought. I looked over and saw my sister all beat up. I saw three people all wearing black. The only girl in the middle said, "We want your famous painting and we want it now." The boy that knocked me out said, "Look the little runaway is up and ready."
"What are you doing? Leave us alone!"
"Olivia, be quiet please."
"No sister, I will not be quiet. In matter of fact I will yell."
I yelled so loud all of them closed their ears.
"Okay, shut up! WE leaving to go eat, bye", the girl in the middle said.
They left.
Then my sister said, "Olivia, what were you thinking? I mean running away, where were you going to go?"
"I was going to come here. Why did they take me?"
"Well, if...um...well if I kinda...don't give them the painting. They will hurt you."
"Which painting?"
"The one of Mom by the river."
"Oh, are you going to?"
All I heard was a sigh.
"Katie, listen, are you going to?"
"Yeah, but if we get out of here, I won't have to."
That's when I saw a little nail hanging on the wall behind me. I back up my chair and got then knot on it. I wiggled around then I scooted up and got out.
"Olivia, how did you get out?" exclaimed Katie.
"No time to say, go!"
We ran out the door into the city. Then the three people in black pulled around the in black car. They saw us, stopped the car in the middle of the street, and ran after us.
"Run!" I yelled.
We ran. I heard cars honking. We ran to Wal-Mart, went inside, and ran.
"Katie, where are you?" I yelled.
I looked everywhere but I couldn't find her.
Chapter 2, Where Are You?
I ran around looking. I looked in the food section, the toy section, even the bathroom.
I went outside and saw the black car, so I know they were inside. I needed to find Katie after all she is the only part of my real family I have left. I can't lose her. My real Mom would want us as her daughters to be together.
I ran to find her inside. I went to the food section and there she was hiding.
"Katie.", I whispered.
"Olivia, what are you doing?"
"I was running everywhere looking for you."
"Come on, lets leave."
"We need to hurry."
We went back to her apartment.
"What are we going to do?" Katie asked.
"I don't know."
End of Book 2
Written by Jared, 6-T
I sat there looking up. Where am I? I thought. I looked over and saw my sister all beat up. I saw three people all wearing black. The only girl in the middle said, "We want your famous painting and we want it now." The boy that knocked me out said, "Look the little runaway is up and ready."
"What are you doing? Leave us alone!"
"Olivia, be quiet please."
"No sister, I will not be quiet. In matter of fact I will yell."
I yelled so loud all of them closed their ears.
"Okay, shut up! WE leaving to go eat, bye", the girl in the middle said.
They left.
Then my sister said, "Olivia, what were you thinking? I mean running away, where were you going to go?"
"I was going to come here. Why did they take me?"
"Well, if...um...well if I kinda...don't give them the painting. They will hurt you."
"Which painting?"
"The one of Mom by the river."
"Oh, are you going to?"
All I heard was a sigh.
"Katie, listen, are you going to?"
"Yeah, but if we get out of here, I won't have to."
That's when I saw a little nail hanging on the wall behind me. I back up my chair and got then knot on it. I wiggled around then I scooted up and got out.
"Olivia, how did you get out?" exclaimed Katie.
"No time to say, go!"
We ran out the door into the city. Then the three people in black pulled around the in black car. They saw us, stopped the car in the middle of the street, and ran after us.
"Run!" I yelled.
We ran. I heard cars honking. We ran to Wal-Mart, went inside, and ran.
"Katie, where are you?" I yelled.
I looked everywhere but I couldn't find her.
Chapter 2, Where Are You?
I ran around looking. I looked in the food section, the toy section, even the bathroom.
I went outside and saw the black car, so I know they were inside. I needed to find Katie after all she is the only part of my real family I have left. I can't lose her. My real Mom would want us as her daughters to be together.
I ran to find her inside. I went to the food section and there she was hiding.
"Katie.", I whispered.
"Olivia, what are you doing?"
"I was running everywhere looking for you."
"Come on, lets leave."
"We need to hurry."
We went back to her apartment.
"What are we going to do?" Katie asked.
"I don't know."
End of Book 2
Written by Jared, 6-T
Tuesday, December 14, 2010
Drag! Judgement Day, by Tyson, 6-T
My Lamborghini blasted as I slammed my foot to the floor. I was more ready than I have ever been in my life! This is what I've been waiting for for months. Judgement Day.
It all started as a car lover like me. And after I got to 6 speeding tickets and went to jail. My parents sent me to live with my Aunt Kathy in Miami. Aunt Kathy owned a string of restaurants in Miami, Tampa, and Orlando. I was working up to a manager of three of the restaurants she owns. I was going to be making quite a lot of money, but before that I would have to find a way to make money, fast drag racing.
It was a few weeks before I met Wan. Wan was a Japanese Indy car racer but retired to be a parent and focus on his managing career. But Wan had a secret life. He ran the N.N.O.C. Solidarity. A bunch of drag racers but illegal ones for profit. That night I met Wan.
When I saw him, he was dressed impressively in a gucci suit, gucci shoes, and everything else gucci. "Hey, you made it!" Wan shouted in excitement. He said, "You need a nickname before you go out there and race." "What?" I screamed. "Oh, sorry I forgot to mention tonight's your first race." "If you win you get a jacket with a badge saying you're an official member of the N.N.O.C." "Okay. I'm ready" I said quietly.
He gave me two options, a tricked out 2010 Dodge Viper or a 1998 Allison Skyline. I chose the Skyline and before you knew it, the race began.
A short race through the what I call "Slums." I won.
And when the lights went off in the parking garage and everybody left me, Wan and a few other races sat and drank Red Ball. When it was only me and Won and when were headed to our cars, Wan said, "Oh, I almost forgot your nickname." "Un...M.Crazy" I replied. Wan chuckled and said, "Okay, Mcrazy, see you Tuesday sometime" he said back. "Okay, see you later." I said. He waved and I pulled out the parking garage.
When I got back to the house, the clock said 2:39. "Just in time." I thought to myself. Aunt Kathy was on the couch asleep and chocolate turtles were sitting on the table. The T.V. was on too. I put a blanket over her and and turned off the T.V. And put the turtles in the fridge, ate one, got a Coke, and went to sleep.
When I woke up the next morning, the next morning I got up, ate breakfast, and got in the car. I was in my last year of college at KU but I had to get my degree at the University of Miami. Luckily all my classes are in the morning. And before you knew it, class was over.
When I got back to the house, Wan was waiting on me and in style. A Lamborghini Murcielago roadster was sitting outside. "Mcrazy come on, we gotta talk." "Hold on just a second," I replied. I set down my books and called Aunt Kathy to tell her I was going to be with some friends.
"You wanna drive?" Wan offered.
"Heck ya!" I said.
I lifted up the doors and went flying down the freeway. He told me to drive to Miami Beach. When we got into the parking garage, we went into a apartment. When I got out the Lamborghini, so he told me to pop the trunk.
Inside was a Louis Vuitton duffle bag. "I'm surprised it isn't gucci" I said. Wan chuckled and said "Once I show you what's in there you'll be able to guy lots of those bags." I became frightened, who knew what was in there.
Wan knocked on the door of the condo. A young woman opened the door and she and Wan hugged. When we got into the apartment the woman said, "Who's your friend?" "Mcrazy introduce yourself," he said. "Hey, I'm Mcrazy but you can call me Mase," I said. "Nice to meet you, I'm Asia." "Did I tell you he won his first race?" Wan interrupted. "Wow, what'd you drive?" Asia asked. "Nissan Skyline" I said. We sat down at the table and Wan opened the duffle bag. Tons of money was just sitting there just waiting to be spent. Wan handed me a wad of cash. "100,000" he said. He was speechless. Asia called out from the kitchen, "Do you guys want a drink?" "Coke." I yelled back. "Me too." Wan yelled.
When she came in the room, she had two cans of Coke. Once we finished me and Wan left. Before that, Asia gave me a slip of paper with a number on it. "Call me if you need some racing lessons" said Asia.
The next week was my Birthday. My Uncle Tyson, Aunt Kathy, and my cousins Brianna and Rodney all told me Happy Birthday. And since I kept using my uncle's cars a lot they bought me my own car. A Range Rover came Tuesday, the day of my second race.
It was a hectic day. That day Wan told me he would pick me up at at 1:00am. My school was out for Thanksgiving, so I called off work and called Asia, she said she would have 2 cars ready and to meet here where I did my first race.
She had a Ford GT and a Dodge Viper SRT. She taught me everything, speed, drifting, and drag racing. And then finally we would race, and of course I won. After we finished, I got a call from Wan he said to meet him at his house and to hurry. I quicky hopped in the Range Rover and pulled out the parking garage.
As I drove I talked to Wan using the phone system in my Range Rover and he gave me directions. I pulled up to a luxurious glass house. I pressed the red button on the gate after it opened I parked by the garage. I saw lots of cars sitting there like a ferrari, a Lamborghini, a BMW, and more cars. I rang the doorbell. A woman was standing at the front of the door. "Yes, can I help you?" she asked. "I'm here to talk to Wan" I said. "Hold on." said the woman. "Wan! Someone's at the door." And he approached the door.
I walked inside, everything was nice, the refrigerator, the living room, everything. Wan led me to his garage and closed it. "Listen, I invited you over here so we can talk." said Wan. "To talk about what?" I interrupted. "I wasn't finished" Wan said, frustrated.
"You're not a member yet, because that race you did last week was counted as a foul. See you finished the race but I got in trouble because I'm not supposed to give my racer's cars with Nitrous." "So you're gonna have a judgement day and if you win this race you're a member. But if you don't win you can quit or keep working at it."
"So can I keep my money?" I asked. "Yeah" Wan said.
As he walked to the door, I asked, "Who's that woman that opened the door?"
"My Girlfriend" said Wan.
"I thought you were married?" I asked.
"I'm divorced," Wan replied. "I had known a few people who had gotten busted by a undercover cop."
"What's her name?" I asked.
"Egypt" Wan said.
I left and went home.
The next few months I was juggling work, school, and racing. It finally came the day I had been waiting for. I pulled into the garage at 1:30 a.m., and met Wan. Egypt was with him. A Lamborghini Gallardo was my car (of my choice of course).
I sat at the starting line in the car. I quickly revved loud and hard. And my Lamborghini blasted as I slammed my foot to the floor. I was more read than I had ever been in my life. That is what I've been waiting for, for months. Judgement Day. I shifted gars and drove past cars and zipped and zoomed through the neighborhood. And I was at the finish line. I had won! I was so ecstatic.
I pulled into the parking garage and Wan came and hugged me. And then the worst thing happened. Egypt pulled out a gun and badge and screamed, "FBI everybody on the ground." Then things got more scarier. More cops were coming. People ducked and screamed in horror. Wan ran to the Lambo and told me to hop in. He hit high gear and speed off. And then I felt the car flip over and I was sitting in the back of a ambulance and I opened my eyes.
It all started as a car lover like me. And after I got to 6 speeding tickets and went to jail. My parents sent me to live with my Aunt Kathy in Miami. Aunt Kathy owned a string of restaurants in Miami, Tampa, and Orlando. I was working up to a manager of three of the restaurants she owns. I was going to be making quite a lot of money, but before that I would have to find a way to make money, fast drag racing.
It was a few weeks before I met Wan. Wan was a Japanese Indy car racer but retired to be a parent and focus on his managing career. But Wan had a secret life. He ran the N.N.O.C. Solidarity. A bunch of drag racers but illegal ones for profit. That night I met Wan.
When I saw him, he was dressed impressively in a gucci suit, gucci shoes, and everything else gucci. "Hey, you made it!" Wan shouted in excitement. He said, "You need a nickname before you go out there and race." "What?" I screamed. "Oh, sorry I forgot to mention tonight's your first race." "If you win you get a jacket with a badge saying you're an official member of the N.N.O.C." "Okay. I'm ready" I said quietly.
He gave me two options, a tricked out 2010 Dodge Viper or a 1998 Allison Skyline. I chose the Skyline and before you knew it, the race began.
A short race through the what I call "Slums." I won.
And when the lights went off in the parking garage and everybody left me, Wan and a few other races sat and drank Red Ball. When it was only me and Won and when were headed to our cars, Wan said, "Oh, I almost forgot your nickname." "Un...M.Crazy" I replied. Wan chuckled and said, "Okay, Mcrazy, see you Tuesday sometime" he said back. "Okay, see you later." I said. He waved and I pulled out the parking garage.
When I got back to the house, the clock said 2:39. "Just in time." I thought to myself. Aunt Kathy was on the couch asleep and chocolate turtles were sitting on the table. The T.V. was on too. I put a blanket over her and and turned off the T.V. And put the turtles in the fridge, ate one, got a Coke, and went to sleep.
When I woke up the next morning, the next morning I got up, ate breakfast, and got in the car. I was in my last year of college at KU but I had to get my degree at the University of Miami. Luckily all my classes are in the morning. And before you knew it, class was over.
When I got back to the house, Wan was waiting on me and in style. A Lamborghini Murcielago roadster was sitting outside. "Mcrazy come on, we gotta talk." "Hold on just a second," I replied. I set down my books and called Aunt Kathy to tell her I was going to be with some friends.
"You wanna drive?" Wan offered.
"Heck ya!" I said.
I lifted up the doors and went flying down the freeway. He told me to drive to Miami Beach. When we got into the parking garage, we went into a apartment. When I got out the Lamborghini, so he told me to pop the trunk.
Inside was a Louis Vuitton duffle bag. "I'm surprised it isn't gucci" I said. Wan chuckled and said "Once I show you what's in there you'll be able to guy lots of those bags." I became frightened, who knew what was in there.
Wan knocked on the door of the condo. A young woman opened the door and she and Wan hugged. When we got into the apartment the woman said, "Who's your friend?" "Mcrazy introduce yourself," he said. "Hey, I'm Mcrazy but you can call me Mase," I said. "Nice to meet you, I'm Asia." "Did I tell you he won his first race?" Wan interrupted. "Wow, what'd you drive?" Asia asked. "Nissan Skyline" I said. We sat down at the table and Wan opened the duffle bag. Tons of money was just sitting there just waiting to be spent. Wan handed me a wad of cash. "100,000" he said. He was speechless. Asia called out from the kitchen, "Do you guys want a drink?" "Coke." I yelled back. "Me too." Wan yelled.
When she came in the room, she had two cans of Coke. Once we finished me and Wan left. Before that, Asia gave me a slip of paper with a number on it. "Call me if you need some racing lessons" said Asia.
The next week was my Birthday. My Uncle Tyson, Aunt Kathy, and my cousins Brianna and Rodney all told me Happy Birthday. And since I kept using my uncle's cars a lot they bought me my own car. A Range Rover came Tuesday, the day of my second race.
It was a hectic day. That day Wan told me he would pick me up at at 1:00am. My school was out for Thanksgiving, so I called off work and called Asia, she said she would have 2 cars ready and to meet here where I did my first race.
She had a Ford GT and a Dodge Viper SRT. She taught me everything, speed, drifting, and drag racing. And then finally we would race, and of course I won. After we finished, I got a call from Wan he said to meet him at his house and to hurry. I quicky hopped in the Range Rover and pulled out the parking garage.
As I drove I talked to Wan using the phone system in my Range Rover and he gave me directions. I pulled up to a luxurious glass house. I pressed the red button on the gate after it opened I parked by the garage. I saw lots of cars sitting there like a ferrari, a Lamborghini, a BMW, and more cars. I rang the doorbell. A woman was standing at the front of the door. "Yes, can I help you?" she asked. "I'm here to talk to Wan" I said. "Hold on." said the woman. "Wan! Someone's at the door." And he approached the door.
I walked inside, everything was nice, the refrigerator, the living room, everything. Wan led me to his garage and closed it. "Listen, I invited you over here so we can talk." said Wan. "To talk about what?" I interrupted. "I wasn't finished" Wan said, frustrated.
"You're not a member yet, because that race you did last week was counted as a foul. See you finished the race but I got in trouble because I'm not supposed to give my racer's cars with Nitrous." "So you're gonna have a judgement day and if you win this race you're a member. But if you don't win you can quit or keep working at it."
"So can I keep my money?" I asked. "Yeah" Wan said.
As he walked to the door, I asked, "Who's that woman that opened the door?"
"My Girlfriend" said Wan.
"I thought you were married?" I asked.
"I'm divorced," Wan replied. "I had known a few people who had gotten busted by a undercover cop."
"What's her name?" I asked.
"Egypt" Wan said.
I left and went home.
The next few months I was juggling work, school, and racing. It finally came the day I had been waiting for. I pulled into the garage at 1:30 a.m., and met Wan. Egypt was with him. A Lamborghini Gallardo was my car (of my choice of course).
I sat at the starting line in the car. I quickly revved loud and hard. And my Lamborghini blasted as I slammed my foot to the floor. I was more read than I had ever been in my life. That is what I've been waiting for, for months. Judgement Day. I shifted gars and drove past cars and zipped and zoomed through the neighborhood. And I was at the finish line. I had won! I was so ecstatic.
I pulled into the parking garage and Wan came and hugged me. And then the worst thing happened. Egypt pulled out a gun and badge and screamed, "FBI everybody on the ground." Then things got more scarier. More cops were coming. People ducked and screamed in horror. Wan ran to the Lambo and told me to hop in. He hit high gear and speed off. And then I felt the car flip over and I was sitting in the back of a ambulance and I opened my eyes.
Saturday, December 11, 2010
Chicken For Dinner
Ahhhhh! Screamed Joe as he came running out the barn Ahhhh! He is gonna get me. The Farmer has a 12 Gauge Chasen Joe. Joe hid behind a cow, the Farmer walked past and Joe had a big mouth. He yelled, "Ha You can't find me, you loser!"
Bomb, Ha! You missed!
If you are wondering why Joe is running, it's because it is Thanksgiving in three days. The Farmer finally gave up. That night Joe made his armor to stand up to a 300 pound gorilla. The next day, Joe got shot right tot he armor and he flew about a forty feet, "weew!" That was fun! Runnnnnn! Joe got away, but they still had a chicken, but boby wasn't as smart as joe.
Written by Mason, 6-T
Bomb, Ha! You missed!
If you are wondering why Joe is running, it's because it is Thanksgiving in three days. The Farmer finally gave up. That night Joe made his armor to stand up to a 300 pound gorilla. The next day, Joe got shot right tot he armor and he flew about a forty feet, "weew!" That was fun! Runnnnnn! Joe got away, but they still had a chicken, but boby wasn't as smart as joe.
Written by Mason, 6-T
Friday, December 10, 2010
Book One of the Olivia's Life Series
The Great Runaway
The door of my room slammed and I ran to my drawer, opened it up, and got my scrapbook. I looked at the pictures, then I ripped it and throw it at my wall yelling, "I hate you!I hate you!" Then my foster Mom came upstairs and said, "Shut it! I don't like you anymore than you like me! And then she stormed out of my room and shut the door. I opened my new journal and wrote.
Dear Journal,
Why would my Mom give me to these people. I hate them. I loved my Mom she put her little daughter here. But I can't live with her, she's...dead. I at least want to know how but my foster parents will not tell me. I have to go to dinner so bye.
From, Olivia
I rushed down to dinner. "What are we having, Julie?" I asked.
"Call me Mom and we're having chicken." Julie said.
I ately quietly and went back upstairs to my room. It was ten o'clock and it was Thursday. So went to bed. Then I woke up and my house was on fire. I was stuck in the middle. I heard Julie on the other side yelling "Forget the girl, get the cat." "No, get me! Save me! Please!" I yelled. Buzz, Buzz, Buzz. Then I woke up. It was 4 a.m. That's when I decticed. I turned around and went to sleep.
When my alarmed beeped I woke up and figured out that the noise I heard in the night was my phone. I hopped out of my bed, and got ready, ate, said bye, and left. I got on my bus on the way to tenth grade. I is October 14 so I plenty use to the noise.
"Hi Olivia. Finally bothered to put on make-up?", laughed Ella. I rushed to the back. I could feel my face getting red. Oh how I dislike her. I hate seventh grade. I got off the bus and went in to homeroom. My teacher for this class is Mrs. Laborky. I sat, pulled out my journal, and wrote.
Chapter 2, The Plan
Dear Journal,
I finally decided I'm going to pursue my greatest dream. It will happen at 4:00 a.m. on Saturday. This weekend. Finally.
I heard the bell ring, put up my things, and went to my first hour, which is Math.
"Hi Class! Take a seat. Today we will learn about digital roots. Yay!" said Mrs. Callie as she ran around the room shouting "Yay Math, yay! Oh how I love Math, Yay!"
The whole school day was a blur of learning, writing, taking notes, and leaving!
When I got home, I went to the pantry and got crackers, two slim jims, a apple, napkins, chocolate, beef jerky, animal crackers, and ten water bottles. Then I went to my Mom's purse and got money. 10, 20, 40, 60, 65, 75, 95, 100, 200, 250, 255, 275, 295, $300! Then I went to my Dad's wallet and got $300 more bucks, 600 total. I put all the junk in my backpack. Since it was Saturday, 3:50, I left early. I knew I had to do this...Runaway.
Chapter 3, Life in the Outdoors
I left out the door quietly. I knew where to go. Since I am in St. Louis, I was going to pay my older sister I visit in Chicago. Finally, I'd meet her. I looked her up on the internet and got her address. After all, she is a famous artist. I headed down the street. Then I stopped and saw it, a man in black. He jumped up, and grabbed me and took me into a car. He swung a bat and hit me. That's the last thing I remember.
The End
Story written by Jared, 6-T.
The door of my room slammed and I ran to my drawer, opened it up, and got my scrapbook. I looked at the pictures, then I ripped it and throw it at my wall yelling, "I hate you!I hate you!" Then my foster Mom came upstairs and said, "Shut it! I don't like you anymore than you like me! And then she stormed out of my room and shut the door. I opened my new journal and wrote.
Dear Journal,
Why would my Mom give me to these people. I hate them. I loved my Mom she put her little daughter here. But I can't live with her, she's...dead. I at least want to know how but my foster parents will not tell me. I have to go to dinner so bye.
From, Olivia
I rushed down to dinner. "What are we having, Julie?" I asked.
"Call me Mom and we're having chicken." Julie said.
I ately quietly and went back upstairs to my room. It was ten o'clock and it was Thursday. So went to bed. Then I woke up and my house was on fire. I was stuck in the middle. I heard Julie on the other side yelling "Forget the girl, get the cat." "No, get me! Save me! Please!" I yelled. Buzz, Buzz, Buzz. Then I woke up. It was 4 a.m. That's when I decticed. I turned around and went to sleep.
When my alarmed beeped I woke up and figured out that the noise I heard in the night was my phone. I hopped out of my bed, and got ready, ate, said bye, and left. I got on my bus on the way to tenth grade. I is October 14 so I plenty use to the noise.
"Hi Olivia. Finally bothered to put on make-up?", laughed Ella. I rushed to the back. I could feel my face getting red. Oh how I dislike her. I hate seventh grade. I got off the bus and went in to homeroom. My teacher for this class is Mrs. Laborky. I sat, pulled out my journal, and wrote.
Chapter 2, The Plan
Dear Journal,
I finally decided I'm going to pursue my greatest dream. It will happen at 4:00 a.m. on Saturday. This weekend. Finally.
I heard the bell ring, put up my things, and went to my first hour, which is Math.
"Hi Class! Take a seat. Today we will learn about digital roots. Yay!" said Mrs. Callie as she ran around the room shouting "Yay Math, yay! Oh how I love Math, Yay!"
The whole school day was a blur of learning, writing, taking notes, and leaving!
When I got home, I went to the pantry and got crackers, two slim jims, a apple, napkins, chocolate, beef jerky, animal crackers, and ten water bottles. Then I went to my Mom's purse and got money. 10, 20, 40, 60, 65, 75, 95, 100, 200, 250, 255, 275, 295, $300! Then I went to my Dad's wallet and got $300 more bucks, 600 total. I put all the junk in my backpack. Since it was Saturday, 3:50, I left early. I knew I had to do this...Runaway.
Chapter 3, Life in the Outdoors
I left out the door quietly. I knew where to go. Since I am in St. Louis, I was going to pay my older sister I visit in Chicago. Finally, I'd meet her. I looked her up on the internet and got her address. After all, she is a famous artist. I headed down the street. Then I stopped and saw it, a man in black. He jumped up, and grabbed me and took me into a car. He swung a bat and hit me. That's the last thing I remember.
The End
Story written by Jared, 6-T.
Saturday, December 4, 2010
Alison by Ashleigh, 6-W
January 3, 1840
Hi, my name is Ali. Real name: Alison Olivia Marvae. I am 13 years old and I'm a slave. I have no momma, brother, or sister. Only Dadda and a dolly named Grace. That is what we were gonna name my sister. She died from a terrible sickness after she was born, and my Mother got whipped to death by Mater Workshire. He's "Our" master. He is so rude. He knew my Momma had to lay down because she was about to faint. He just knew it and he whipped her soo much. I hate him! I love my Momma dearly. And if I did something bad, or couldn't work because I was sick, I bet he would whip me worse than eva before. I don't know it's such a disgrace to not work cause we are sick. It's not fair. Tomorrow me and my Dad are planning to get outta here. We are goin' on something called The Underground Railroad with some other slaves. I'm still scared. What will Master Workshire do to use if he finds out? Yet worse, do to us if he finds us? Lord, please help me, my dadda, and other slaves get outta here. Please, please help us.
January 4, 1840
We are in a safe house waitin' to get out. We are a little far out but I think he is still gonna get us. Me and Dadda are talkin' to the other slaves. Me and Naomi-she is a slave for Mr. Elitire, he is mean too, are thinking about trading dollies. It may give us good luck for the trip and maybe the rest of our lives. We have to separate. Meaning, I might lose another family member, she has been like a sista to me. And if her master gets her, like I said, another member gone. I am so scared.
January 5, 1840
I'm cryin' my heart out. Naomi is gone. I've got no friends. Now I'm thinking I aint gonna have a further life. And if that is too much to know, then I mean I aint gonna have a future. I wanna live the rest of my life. I'm won't be able to live with not any other person in my family. I'd be an only family. I'd feel overboard. I'm scared, forcing my self to not think bout it.
January 6, 1840
Great, we're gonna die. Master Workshire caught me and Father. What's goin to happen to us? Our future's is gone. It's worse than eva. Bein a slave is hard. I miss everyone. I hope Naomi's new dolly, Grace, and the rest of her family are ok. I'm a gonner. Help me. This diary, Dolly, and Dadda are all I have left. Only dolly, Dadda, and journal. And my journal is useless. Dolly was supposed to give me good luck. I guess it's time to give up.
January 7, 1840
I'm in huuuge trouble. Dadda is gone. Master Workshire is probably planning to do something bad to us. I know we shouldn't have gone. But it still doesn't make sense. How I was the last one living. How come he saved me for last? Maybe, am I the family member that lives? I want to be with my family in Heaven. Not alone...Just...Not alone.
January 8, 1840
I'm sick with a fever and Master. Workshire is workin' me. I'm goin' to faint, he still won't care. He got more slaves. I might as well try and live and be a family with new slaves. Their names are Mya, Hope, Landon, Jordan, and the Mom, Marciana.
January 10, 1840
I'm now a family. Mya and Hope are my sisters, Landon is my brother, and Jordan and Marciana are my new parents. I start to think I need to leave the past and think about my future. Leave my old family and friends but keep their ownings.
Hi, my name is Ali. Real name: Alison Olivia Marvae. I am 13 years old and I'm a slave. I have no momma, brother, or sister. Only Dadda and a dolly named Grace. That is what we were gonna name my sister. She died from a terrible sickness after she was born, and my Mother got whipped to death by Mater Workshire. He's "Our" master. He is so rude. He knew my Momma had to lay down because she was about to faint. He just knew it and he whipped her soo much. I hate him! I love my Momma dearly. And if I did something bad, or couldn't work because I was sick, I bet he would whip me worse than eva before. I don't know it's such a disgrace to not work cause we are sick. It's not fair. Tomorrow me and my Dad are planning to get outta here. We are goin' on something called The Underground Railroad with some other slaves. I'm still scared. What will Master Workshire do to use if he finds out? Yet worse, do to us if he finds us? Lord, please help me, my dadda, and other slaves get outta here. Please, please help us.
January 4, 1840
We are in a safe house waitin' to get out. We are a little far out but I think he is still gonna get us. Me and Dadda are talkin' to the other slaves. Me and Naomi-she is a slave for Mr. Elitire, he is mean too, are thinking about trading dollies. It may give us good luck for the trip and maybe the rest of our lives. We have to separate. Meaning, I might lose another family member, she has been like a sista to me. And if her master gets her, like I said, another member gone. I am so scared.
January 5, 1840
I'm cryin' my heart out. Naomi is gone. I've got no friends. Now I'm thinking I aint gonna have a further life. And if that is too much to know, then I mean I aint gonna have a future. I wanna live the rest of my life. I'm won't be able to live with not any other person in my family. I'd be an only family. I'd feel overboard. I'm scared, forcing my self to not think bout it.
January 6, 1840
Great, we're gonna die. Master Workshire caught me and Father. What's goin to happen to us? Our future's is gone. It's worse than eva. Bein a slave is hard. I miss everyone. I hope Naomi's new dolly, Grace, and the rest of her family are ok. I'm a gonner. Help me. This diary, Dolly, and Dadda are all I have left. Only dolly, Dadda, and journal. And my journal is useless. Dolly was supposed to give me good luck. I guess it's time to give up.
January 7, 1840
I'm in huuuge trouble. Dadda is gone. Master Workshire is probably planning to do something bad to us. I know we shouldn't have gone. But it still doesn't make sense. How I was the last one living. How come he saved me for last? Maybe, am I the family member that lives? I want to be with my family in Heaven. Not alone...Just...Not alone.
January 8, 1840
I'm sick with a fever and Master. Workshire is workin' me. I'm goin' to faint, he still won't care. He got more slaves. I might as well try and live and be a family with new slaves. Their names are Mya, Hope, Landon, Jordan, and the Mom, Marciana.
January 10, 1840
I'm now a family. Mya and Hope are my sisters, Landon is my brother, and Jordan and Marciana are my new parents. I start to think I need to leave the past and think about my future. Leave my old family and friends but keep their ownings.
A Boy And His Headgear by Josh, 6-Z
As he walked through the hall of the building, we would occasionally stop to think of his memories. He was a state champion, but that one single year was the end for him. He was ten years old, he was supposed to literally destroy his opponent that match. It is regionals for the Missouri Wrestling Association. He was going to win, he could feel it. His name is not important right now, but it will be later. As he walked to the mat for the final match, he started to get nervous. The first step he stepped on the mat might be his last. But when he did a sharp pain went through his body, he knew it would be a bad match. He shook his enemies hand and "Tweet" blue the whistle.
At first he was doing fine, but he was losing 2-0. This his opponent put him in an illegal headlock and threw him. "Snap!", his back said. He laid there trying to get up, but couldn't. His coach ran to him. The referee asked him, "Can you go?" "Yes", he said. He stood up with the help of the coach.
His coach said, "Come on, you are better than this kid, you can do it." He nodded. Then ran to the center of the mat. He shook hands with his opponent. Then, "Tweet" went the whistle again. But this time it was short, and sweet. His opponent put him in a headlock, then "snap", went his back.
This time he knew he was done. Then all of a sudden the referee came again, but this time he signaled the doctor. Then a large man showed, and started asking questions.
At first he was doing fine, but he was losing 2-0. This his opponent put him in an illegal headlock and threw him. "Snap!", his back said. He laid there trying to get up, but couldn't. His coach ran to him. The referee asked him, "Can you go?" "Yes", he said. He stood up with the help of the coach.
His coach said, "Come on, you are better than this kid, you can do it." He nodded. Then ran to the center of the mat. He shook hands with his opponent. Then, "Tweet" went the whistle again. But this time it was short, and sweet. His opponent put him in a headlock, then "snap", went his back.
This time he knew he was done. Then all of a sudden the referee came again, but this time he signaled the doctor. Then a large man showed, and started asking questions.
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