I Want to Be...

  I think I might want to be my Aunt Sarah. Her family goes everywhere! They go on the coolest trips. I can't help but feel a little jealous.
  They went to Disney World, the Grand Canyon, Hershey Park, etc...  If I was Aunt Sarah I'd organize even cooler trips like to Italy, France, and Greece. Of course I'd understand that other people might be jealous so I'd invite everyone.
  It would end up being amazing. No one would feel left behind and I'd finally get to go on a really cool trip. It would be great to bring along some friend too.

The Waltz of the Swing

  Have you ever thought of my point of view? Of course you haven't. You humans never pause to think about how us swings feel. Why would you. To you we are simply inanimate objects. Props in your everyday life. But believe me when I say there's more to us than meets the eye.
  I started out as a young swing learning physics and Swing Theory. It was tough but it was necessary. Finally after 3 years of science we got to the famous Waltz of the Swing. Of course you humans believe that you are moving us. You're wrong. That silly pumping you do with your legs is ridiculous. 
  "Mr. Swingington, remember the rhythm." Mrs. Down said.
  One, two, three, one two, three, one, two, three, one two, three. The numbers rang through my head in an endless pattern.
  Finally, I mastered it and graduated. I'll show you my class picture.

  Anyway I was sent to a girl. She was now my partner in the Waltz of the Swing. I quickly learned that she preferred to go forwards rather than backward and in this way we were alike. When we went forward we both were happy. When we went backwards the girl was scared and gripped my chains tighter. Overall our dance was successful.

  But then came the fateful day when the girl fell off! Our dance had been ruined it's 1 2 3 rythm broken. The poor girl cried her little brown eyes out. She didn't like me anymore. She was scared of me. My beloved dance partner was gone. What would become of me? 

  My girl wouldn't touch me. I rusted and grew old and faded. The picture from school was in the past. I  looked hideous. 

  The girl came back to me after many years but she was now a woman.

  "I'm sorry." she apologized. "I shouldn't have been scared. I lost a good dance partner."

  I wished with all my rusted old heart that perhaps we could be partners one last time.

 The woman sat down on my worn out uncomfortable seat. But she didn't seem to mind. She grabbed rusty chains and pushed off. I creaked and groaned. Pain shot through me. my partner and I danced on. One, two, three, one, two, three, one, two, three. Then I collapsed.

Epilogue

  Harrrison Q. Swingington

        Beloved Swing

   Amazing Dance Partner

        Master of the

    Waltz of the Swing 

  

 

Annoying Amy

  "Hello, class! We have a new student. Her name is Amy." our overly enthusiastic teacher squealed.
  "Hi. I'm Amy and I love to knit." the new girl said.
  Amy was short and skinny. Her hair was dark brown and her eyes were an indeterminate color. Trinsa immediately ran up to her and bombarded her with "friendly" questions as if she wasn't just trying to acquire gossip.
  I felt disgusted at Trinsa's behavior. Amy grabbed up some knitting needles and started to knit. All through the day, during math, reading, ect.  I really had no idea what the big deal was with knitting.
  For three months whenever I saw her Amy was knitting. It was actually kind of scary how obsessive she was. On the day before Christmas break Amy passed out packages for everyone.
  They were sweaters. Mine was a royal purple with yellow swirls. Trinsa's was a hot pink with the word        " LOSER" in a fancy script. You should have seen the horror that was her expression. I decided thatAmy was an absolutely amazingly fantastic person. That and that knitting isn't as useless as I thought. 

Angry for No Apparent Reason

  Well, once my mom started to yell at me because my poppop bought a goat. Yeah, I don't get it eitther. She just yelled at me and I was all confused because it wasn't my fault even though I did help him pick out one. But my cousins did too. Not to mention my poppop has a history of irresponsible buying. He buys the weirdest things. Yet my mom still blamed me.
  Then when I told her what happened she just left my room.  It made like no sense at all. I was so confused, and  a little hurt. Do you understand, because I still don't.
 

Freedom and Independance

  The first time I ever felt independant was actually when I was around three. I had just read my first book and I was insanely proud of myself. It proved to me that I was grown up. You see, when I was younger the only difference I could see between children and adults was that adults could read. So, obviously,because I could read I must be an adult.
  Of course as I grew up I lost that feeling of independance because I knew that I wasn't actually grown up yet even though I could read. Yeah I was disapointed. But oh well.

Learning from Friends

  "Hey, Sophie, why do you eat such strange food?" I asked.
  "Well, have you ever had any of the food I eat." she asked.
  "Well, no." I admitted.
  Sophie smiled at me and offered half of her pickle and peanut butter samwich. I dubiously took it and slowly took a small bite.
  "How do you like it?" Sophie asked.
  "It's actually really good." I said suprised.
  "Yup." she grinned. "Now you can make your own."
  "Thanks."
  So, I learned tto always try something before you judge it. Thank you, Sophie! 

Book into Movie

 In my opinion a book that should be made into is Hunger Games. It's super popular with people and it's extremely cool. It might be difficult to make because it's set in the future and the technology described inthe book is very adavanced. Luckily, the part in District 12 will be easy enough.
 The problem is that even though it is a wonderful book it can be easily mangled. So, whoever does it should have experience like Tim Burton. I think he'd be perfect.

Evil in the World

 I guess to stop evil in the world you could either become a superhero or you could become the ruler of the world. Both would be very effective.
 Think about it. I know that becoming a super hero is cliche but it's still effective.  I could fight evil but honestly, I probably wouldn't do a very good job. With becoming the ruler of the world you can stop all people from doing bad things and you ge the perks that come with the job. Such as no one can tell you what to do, and how you can pretty much have anything you want. But, that might actually increase the evil so that's not a really great idea.
 I guess the best way to do this is to do what you need to do and be kind to everyone.

Keep Your Fingers Crossed

  The icy claws of fear dug into my heart. I was hyperventilating. What if I made a fool of myself? What if I they all laughed at me. What if I sounded like a frog? I really didn't want to go out on that stage.
  "Ally, you're up!" the stage manager called. "Break a leg!"
  I started up there and whispered to my friends, "Keep your fingers crossed."
  I stepped onto the stage; the audience was silent. Scary! I took a deep breath and sang. But, I was so nervous I threw up. My face burned in shame and the crowd looked at me in an obvious combination of disgust and pity. I ran off the stage. I wouldn't let them see me cry. Yeah,obviously keeping your fingers crossed doesn't work.

Old King Cole

  Old King Cole was a merry old soul. Or at least he seemed to be. He was the best king that the kingdom of Hueca. But, he wasn’t as merry as everyone assumed. Poor Cole was actually miserable and lonely. The Royal Advisor, Poshindinski McRichington was relentless about the issue of the king remarrying. Everyone who attempted to make the king fall in love with them ended up denied by Poshindinski. They were all too tall, too short, too fat, too skinny, too poor, or too eccentric. King Cole was extremely tired of the affair and decided he would meet the possible women himself.

  As it turned out this just made it worst. Even more women flocked to the castle when they heard of the young king’s wealth and looks. King Cole sank deeper into the depression and the kingdom spiraled out of control.

  Then, one stormy afternoon Poshindinski finally convinced Cole to try to find a wife one more time. So, the Royal Advisor opened the great gates and women flooded inside.

  “Your Majesty, I believe I should be your wife because I will make you happy.” one woman said.

  “Your Highness, make me your wife and we’ll dance until dawn.” a rather clumsy woman claimed.

  “Your Greatness, I am the perfect woman.” a beautiful, but exceedingly vain lady bragged.

  But all were sent away. At sunset when they were about to close the gate an average to pretty looking girl ran up to the gates.

  “Wait! I need to talk to King Cole! Wait!” the girl yelled.

  “Ma’m, I’m afraid that you are too late. The King is very tired.” Poshindinski said eyeing the rags that she wore with distaste.

  “Poshindinski just let her in.” he commanded. “You might as well.”

  Reluctantly, the Royal Advisor led her into the throne room.

  “Miss…?” he began.

  “Adrianna.” She replied.

  “Miss. Adrianna is here to seek company with you, milord.” Poshindinski said pompously.  

  “Miss, why do you think you should be my wife?” asked King Cole wearily.

  “I don’t” Adrianna stated simply.

  “What?!” Poshindinski exclaimed.

  “I’m not beautiful, or talented. I can’t dance, and I can’t promise that you’ll always be happy even when I’m here. God knows I’m far from being the perfect woman. The only thing I’ve got going for me is that I’m perfectly happy with how I am and I won’t try to change you.” Adrianna said confidently.

  King Cole gaped at her. Here was the kind of person that he could fall in love with. She didn’t see him as a prize but as a person.

  “Poshindinski, please inform this Adrianna’s parents that she has been chosen.” King Cole announced.

  “B-but s-sire…” he began.

  “Miss. Adrianna, will you be my wife?” Cole asked.

  “Sure, why not?” she said playfully.

  “S-sire! She has no proper breeding! She’s a peasant! It’s ludicrous!” Poshindinski yelled.

  “Poshindinski, you’re fired.” The king said calmly, then turning back to his fiancé.

 “Sir, you can’t do this!”

 But the newly engaged couple ignored him and chatted, completely oblivious to the rest of the world.