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A Great Day for a Wedding

Paris Prose

On September 19, 2009 my cousin, Josh Resie, got married to Jamie Geaks now Jamie Riese.  It was at my Aunt Julie’s house.  They had rows and rows of chairs.  My sister and I handed out programs and then sat in the front row.  Jamie’s colors were like a red violet and mocha brown.  The only thing that went wrong was that her veil fell off.  Other than that it all went good.

The reception was later that night.  I went to my grandma’s and the bridal party went bar hopping.  We had a table in front of the bridal table.  After we, ate we danced.  I got to dance with Josh.  It was the dollar dance. You had to pay a dollar to dance with the bride or the groom.  My family and I left at about 10:30 the DJ ended at 12:00. 

The next day she invited everybody over for the opening of gifts and cards.  They got a bunch of cards and a few presents.  Their parents gave them a 50 inch plasma TV.  People swam and ate.  It was still a nice day Jamie said.  

 


 

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My Cat, Skittles

Paris Prose

I got a new cat awhile ago named Skittles.  We also call her Meeps.  I love her very much.

She looks like a mini bobcat.   She has little black lines on her back and face.  When she sleeps she sometimes sleeps in a ball shape.  She loves to sleep with me.   She has a bunch of looks.  She makes a look that is so scary, like she is going to eat you alive, but she doesn’t.

When I play with her I take a ball on a string and I swing it in circles.  She starts spinning around in circles. It is hilarious.   When we play we always chase her around.  I get really tired.  I have a toy that is a fishing pole and you cast it and then you reel it in.  She pounces on the pole and the string starts coming out.  I love to play with her.

She doesn’t bite you that much.  All she does is nibbles you when she wants to play or if she is hungry.  We call her Meeps because instead of a meow she meeps.  When she is hungry she is like cakaw!

She is very soft and when my dog licks her she is wet and slimy.  My mom has only given her I bath.  On the first attempt my mom put balls in the bath and set her down gently.  She jump up onto my mom’s arm and then climbed up to her shoulder.

On the second attempt she held her down in the water and started to wash her.  Skittles stayed in the tub for the rest of the time.  My mom took her out and wrapped her in a towel and she was probably shocked because she didn’t move.  When my mom took her out she was still wet and she looked like a wet rat.

One time Skittles was sleeping in my room and we thought she was lost.  My mom and I looked for five hours and one of my brother’s friends found her when they came back from an arcade.

I love my cat very much.

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Glogsters

Paris is having fun with a new site called Glogster...............
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Books

Paris Prose

Books. Books. Books.

Some books are about hooks,

and some books are about crooks.

Books can give you information on how to host a celebration.

Books can be happy or sappy. 

Books are wonderful.

Books. Books. Books!

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What I Want to be When I Grow Up

Paris Prose

When I grow up I want to be a forensic scientist.  They are the people solve how someone died, like what killed them.

I think I have to almost know the Periodic Table of the Elements.  So far I know Hydrogen is H.  Boron is B.  Carbon is C.  Nitrogen, N.  Oxygen, O.  Helium, He.  Nickel is Ni.

The forensic scientist takes all the evidence and examines it.  They take prints to find out who did the crime.  For example if a person took a bat and beat the person to death they don’t know who killed the man so they take prints to find out who did or at least get some suspects. 

A forensic scientist would have to get a doctor’s degree.  The classes they would take are chemistry biology and any other science related stuff.

here is this show on TV called NCIS. There is a gothic girl named Abby on it. She’s my role model. She is a forensic scientist.  She is the one who inspired me to be a forensic scientist.

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The Leakage

Paris Prose


It was early in the morning on February 10th, and Mr. Shea was hard at work, not doing homework but doing work that involves a lot of recycle bins and garbage cans.

There were ceiling tiles and water all over the floor. He had about seven buckets on the floor because a bunch of water was dripping from the ceiling.  We didn’t know how much water was behind our cupboards, but Mr. Shea thought there were gallons. Behind our cupboards there was a leak that poured out like a water faucet.

There were two buckets behind the computer.  I’m afraid that the water was going to land on the computer and break it.

If the water gets so leaky we might have to go home.  I hope we don’t have to go home.  It might get better tomorrow.

Mr. Shea put a man in the ceiling.  Actually it was a pair of pants with newspaper stuffed so it looked like a man.

The next day it was all better.  A lot of people asked why we had a man in the ceiling.  We said it was just for fun.
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My Carpet

Paris Prose


Can you keep a secret?  I have a magic carpet in my living room.  It’s brown, aqua, orange, green and blue. I have had so many fun adventures on it.  I will tell you some.  I hope I do not make you fall asleep.

I wanted to be in this cool TV show called The Suite Life of Zack and Cody.  I remembered that I had the magic carpet, so I just said that I wanted to go into the show.  I got there very quickly.  It was amazing!

One time I had a friend over.  She heard me talking with my mom about the magic carpet.  My friend said to the carpet that she would like to go to France.  The carpet would not work because it didn’t recognize her voice.  I told her it had to be my family’s voice, so I said I’d download her voice into the carpet.

The day after that my friend and I went to Paris, France.  We saw the Mona Lisa in the big art museum. We also went to the Eiffel Tower.  Now that was amazing!

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The Important Decision

Paris Prose

Right when Mary Walters looked at it she thought it was the one.  It was a book called “The New Mother” but it was horrible.  She still needed to find a book report book.

The next day Mary went to the college library. She had to pick a book that mentioned a baby or a child.  Her favorite author was Steven Clowskie.  She looked in the Steven Clowskie section.  She found a book that was titled “Baby Boy”.  She picked that one.

The book was about a boy who was born after a thunderstorm.  The book told about his life and his job.

 “Hmmm?  That’s weird.  My 13-year-old brother was born after a thunderstorm.  Oh well,” she said.

Mary was sitting at her desk and was just zooming with her pencil.  She broke five pencils. 

Her class had to do a report by the next day. The worst part of the book report was the coloring.  The book had no pictures.  She started drawing and discovered it wasn’t so hard.

She drew a baby boy, and she drew a big thunderstorm. Next she drew a grown up boy.  She also drew a cowboy, because that was his job when he was grown up.

The next day they had to hand in the book report.  The teacher graded it, and her report was the best!  She got to keep the book.

Mary got home and told her mom. Her mom turned around and said, “I knew you would do well.  Your dad wrote that book but put in different names.  That book was based on your brother.”

Mary’s dad got home and Mary told her dad all about the book.  Her dad was proud of her and knew she would like the book.

They went out to eat because Mary did a wonderful job.  They went to Hu Hot.  They all thought the food was very good.  For dessert they went to Maggie Moo’s. 

 

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The Wishing Boy

Paris Prose

One day Jason and his mom were about to go to the shopping mall that Jason dreaded most. His mom said that they were only going to buy some pants for him, but when his mom sees something she likes, she’ll stay at that store the whole day.

Jason is a 12-year-old boy and has no brothers or sisters. He only has a dumb old boring fish. His mom hates animals. He begged her to at least let him have a fish.

His mom was still getting ready while Jason was in his pajamas sleeping. Jason hated getting up in the morning. He wished he could sleep all day and get up at noon instead of 8:00.

Jason’s mom came into his room and said, “Jason, I changed my mind and you can sleep all you want. We’ll go to the mall at 1:00.”

Jason was relieved that he didn’t have to go to the mall. He wondered how his mom knew that he wanted to sleep in all day. He thought it was just a coincidence.

When it was time to go to the mall Jason was actually ready for once in his life. He was in the living room when his mom came out with three pounds of make-up on just her face.

She said, “Okay it’s time to go, Dear. We need to get you some new pajamas too. Your other ones are too small and I doubt you want to walk around wearing ‘Thomas, the Train’ pajamas.”

Jason did agree with his mom. He thought nothing could possibly go wrong today.

Jason and his mom got into the car to go to the mall. The mall was about a half hour away.

When they got into the mall, Jason realized that his favorite band was playing. He grabbed his mom’s hand and dragged her to where the music was coming from. Right then and there playing right in front his eyes were “The Beatles”

They were playing his favorite song, “It Don’t Come Easy”. He tried to run up to them but his mom grabbed his hand and didn’t let go.

She said to Jason, “You stop this nonsense and let’s find you some new pajamas.”

Jason didn’t want to go. He dragged his feet into the floor as hard as he could. His mom was already angry because he hurt her arm and this made her furious. She smacked Jason across the face. Jason got away and ran under the stage of the concert.

He said, “I wish that my mom would just die and I could have a new mom that would let me do whatever I wanted to do.”

Secretly he did not want that to happen.

He heard a scream of death. He looked out from under the stage and saw his mother having a heart attack! At that moment he had known what he had done. People don’t just have a heart attack just because.

He couldn’t take all of the excitement so he fainted. He woke up in his bed. He realized it was just a dream. He got out of his bed, ran downstairs to give his mom a big hug.

Jason said to his mom, “I love you so much, and I wish you would never die.

Then he had realized that now his mom would never die, or would she? Was the woman he hugged his mom? Was it all a dream?

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The Case of the Missing Cat

Paris Prose

I have a black, fluffy cat.  Her name is Sabrina. She loves to go outside and kill chipmunks, mice and moles.  She drags them up to our porch.  The dog and Sabrina eat their stomachs and organs.

One day my dad let her out.  My sister, brother and I were at school.  My mom was at home.

A long while later she noticed that she wasn’t at the porch door for food.  My mom was franticly looking for her.  She couldn’t find her anywhere.

My mom called The Investigator. He came over and got his special investigator navigator thing out.  It could find missing objects.  He started to pick up a signal, so he got out his 590NRX.  It is a magnifying glass.  He tries to be like a high tech investigator, but he is only a rank 2 investigator.

My mom came outside to check on him and she was so shocked that he couldn’t find the cat.  My mom went up to him and said, “Um, excuse me, Sir?  The cat is right under the tree house."

The investigator was almost stepping on the cat and still couldn’t find her.

My mom took the cat in disbelief and went home without paying the guy.   

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