I have heard that scentace so many times i have only afew to share as to not make this post to long. first senario: i was helping set up in band in Mr. Awesome's(my band teacher) class when i hear a voice behind me it's shoff, again. "i bet i can play better than you lola!" "why would you say that shoff?" i snap. "well, um. . . . because duh, your a girl!" now I was wondering what that had to do with anything when class started, and we were to do solos in front of the class and guess who was better? Me. He'll never say that again.
second senario: i was staying after school to re-take a math test and i had to wait outsid for my mom to get there so there i was,with my trombone when the trio of obnoxious came and said, "um, is that thing your brothers?" "nooooo, i sad and it's a trombone." "oh, but you're a girl, and girls don't play trombones they play flute, clarinet, violin, . . . . . ." the list was endless of instruments girls do play. finnaly my mom came and of course i told her everything.
third senario: i was in the band room waiting for Mr. Awesome when super blob came flying in, he stopped , turned stared then said "what are you doing here?" "waiting for Mr. Awesome" i said right back. he looked at me more then i told him how i wanted to move to symphonic band, and he scoffed, "symphonic is for the best" that's about to cange i thought, i went in and was greeted with a warm "hello!" from Mr. Awesome we discussed it and i am trying out for symphonic band in january.
I love being a girl!
Monday, October 23, 2006
Sunday, October 01, 2006
would anyone like to hear a little mystery?
For english i had to write a short story, mine is a mystery and here it is:The Mystery of the Missing Lunch Ladies
By: Taylor Warner B3
Cumber C. Cucumber was a shrimp of a seventh grader who was always looked down on. His only friends were Brook Broccoli and Carter Carrot. They were known as losers all over the school of Kaniffe Junior High, until they solved the most puzzling mystery Kaniffe Junior had ever experienced.
On Monday the 23rd of July, all the lunch lines were stalled like the lines to a new attraction at Disneyland. Cumber and his friends were wondering what was going on, when the head of lunch or “Lunchster” came trooping down the lunch lines. She was “volunteering” recruits as lunch workers. Everyone backed away but they couldn’t escape her piercing, black, bloodshot eyes. She was on a mission and no one could stop her. Finally she came to a halt in front of Cumber, Brook, and Carter. “You’re comin’ with me, ya’ little brats!” she spat. She grasped their fragile hands in her raw hamburger patties and marched away with them in tow.
They were set to work scooping runny, gritty, mashed potatoes on to the other student’s trays. Every person that came by tried to look sympathetic
, But their minds were racing with the rumors they could spread with this latest humiliation. Carter whispered to Brook, “We are dead meat, we were already borderline uncool but now, now we’ll be off the maps!” “Stop being so negative!” said Brook. Carter, since he was bravest plucked up his courage and asked, “Why do you need us, where are the lunch ladies?” The Lunchster turned and in her raspy, cruel, cold as frost bite voice said, “They’ve gone missing, and nobody can find them, soooo now that I’ve shared that little piece of information. . . get back to WORK!” Cumber was puzzling this over in his mind when the bell broke the silence.
“Free at last,” said Cumber as the trio walked to class. “Soooooo, the lunch ladies are missing, waddaya think about it?” said Carter slyly. “I think we should be the ones to solve the mystery!” the enthusiastic Cumber said. “Okay, but if it gets scary. . . count me out!” said Brook. So they all met after school to snoop around. They decided to split up. Cumber got the drama, band, and choir rooms. He also got the office, gym, lunchroom and auditorium. Brook and Carter got the classrooms. Cumber snuck into the band and drama rooms but all was desolate, so he decided to go to the office, but the only people there were the secretaries, and they were packing up. He started to walk towards the auditorium. Suddenly he heard clomping boots following him. Could it be a ninth grader coming to trample him?
He decided to turn around to face the impending doom, but instead of a hairy, grisly ninth grader the Lunchster was grinding towards him at an astonishing pace for someone her weight and size. Cumber ran, and ran in a beeline intended for the front doors, but his head was swimming and he accidentally turned into the lunchroom. Then he stopped short; he saw a beautiful cake, three-tiered and chocolate. The cake was a glimpse of heaven. Then he saw the lunch ladies working on the cake. The next day he told everyone over the p.a. system “ I discovered that the lunch ladies were working on something special for someone, so they couldn’t serve lunch yesterday.” Cumber then got his own private-eye office at Kaniffe Junior. The next day the principal got a big surprise; a three-tiered chocolate cake for a very happy early birthday.
CASE CLOSED
my english teacher sais she is going to put me in touch with a publisher about my writing!
By: Taylor Warner B3
Cumber C. Cucumber was a shrimp of a seventh grader who was always looked down on. His only friends were Brook Broccoli and Carter Carrot. They were known as losers all over the school of Kaniffe Junior High, until they solved the most puzzling mystery Kaniffe Junior had ever experienced.
On Monday the 23rd of July, all the lunch lines were stalled like the lines to a new attraction at Disneyland. Cumber and his friends were wondering what was going on, when the head of lunch or “Lunchster” came trooping down the lunch lines. She was “volunteering” recruits as lunch workers. Everyone backed away but they couldn’t escape her piercing, black, bloodshot eyes. She was on a mission and no one could stop her. Finally she came to a halt in front of Cumber, Brook, and Carter. “You’re comin’ with me, ya’ little brats!” she spat. She grasped their fragile hands in her raw hamburger patties and marched away with them in tow.
They were set to work scooping runny, gritty, mashed potatoes on to the other student’s trays. Every person that came by tried to look sympathetic
, But their minds were racing with the rumors they could spread with this latest humiliation. Carter whispered to Brook, “We are dead meat, we were already borderline uncool but now, now we’ll be off the maps!” “Stop being so negative!” said Brook. Carter, since he was bravest plucked up his courage and asked, “Why do you need us, where are the lunch ladies?” The Lunchster turned and in her raspy, cruel, cold as frost bite voice said, “They’ve gone missing, and nobody can find them, soooo now that I’ve shared that little piece of information. . . get back to WORK!” Cumber was puzzling this over in his mind when the bell broke the silence.
“Free at last,” said Cumber as the trio walked to class. “Soooooo, the lunch ladies are missing, waddaya think about it?” said Carter slyly. “I think we should be the ones to solve the mystery!” the enthusiastic Cumber said. “Okay, but if it gets scary. . . count me out!” said Brook. So they all met after school to snoop around. They decided to split up. Cumber got the drama, band, and choir rooms. He also got the office, gym, lunchroom and auditorium. Brook and Carter got the classrooms. Cumber snuck into the band and drama rooms but all was desolate, so he decided to go to the office, but the only people there were the secretaries, and they were packing up. He started to walk towards the auditorium. Suddenly he heard clomping boots following him. Could it be a ninth grader coming to trample him?
He decided to turn around to face the impending doom, but instead of a hairy, grisly ninth grader the Lunchster was grinding towards him at an astonishing pace for someone her weight and size. Cumber ran, and ran in a beeline intended for the front doors, but his head was swimming and he accidentally turned into the lunchroom. Then he stopped short; he saw a beautiful cake, three-tiered and chocolate. The cake was a glimpse of heaven. Then he saw the lunch ladies working on the cake. The next day he told everyone over the p.a. system “ I discovered that the lunch ladies were working on something special for someone, so they couldn’t serve lunch yesterday.” Cumber then got his own private-eye office at Kaniffe Junior. The next day the principal got a big surprise; a three-tiered chocolate cake for a very happy early birthday.
CASE CLOSED
my english teacher sais she is going to put me in touch with a publisher about my writing!
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