Waves

I stand on the grass, my legs are squished hard by my wetsuit. A blonde haired girl falls from laughing at me so hard. after a long trial, I finally yank up the zipper and grab a surf board. I hold it awkwardly as a run in to the crashing waves. I paddle with my stomach down, gripping the board hard. My breath echoes in my ears as I wait for the right wave. I see it coming. I turn the board and watch as the white cap of the wave arches toward me and push off. The board wobbles as a rise to my knees and plant my feet, hoping I don't fall. My arms are held aloft, keeping my balance. I skim across the surf and feel the wind blow in my hair that is shriveled and curled by the salt. A perfect day, riding waves under the California sun.

The Wednesday wars

The only thing most of his family cares about is the family business, theres the war in Vietnam to worry about and Holling Hood Hood is starting 7th grade with a teacher who he swears is out to get him. He is supposed to act perfect for the family business but bow can he when he has to put up with his evil teacher?

I really like this book, it is a quick, light read and funny. It doesn't really have mature topics and it is really good. 

The 5th wave

The 5th wave 

Rick Yancey 

I only had time this week to read a little over half of This book but I'm reading the rest this week. 

In this dystopian world, There have been 4 waves and now is the dawn of the 5th. When the first wave hit, all the power went out. After 2nd wave only the lucky survive, Only the unlucky survived through a deathly plague. When the 4th wave came only one thing mattered. trust no one. you never know if someone you trust has been taken by them. This story focuses on a teenage girl and her brother. Cassy is one of the only survivors, her brother was one but they took him and its only a matter of time before they take her too.  

Part 3 of my story

For the second time that morning, I stifle a scream. I start to shake uncontrollably and my throat tightens. Slowly, I sit on the White carpet And lean against my light brown wood dresser. What do I do?. What heck and I going to do? I don't even know what I am, A ghost? A  phantom? I could be anything. I survey my partially familiar surroundings.  Light pink walls, White closet, bathroom and entry doors, My wood bed frame complete with light pink, blue and white comforters, decretive pillows and twinkly lights, My white vanity with a few forgotten makeup products, pictures of my friends and I surrounding the mirror, and the wooden dresser, currently feeling very hard against my back. I let myself glance again at my body which is lying in my or our? Bed. Suddenly something catches my eye, a small difference. My eyes are open. I stare with my mouth gaping as I watch myself pull back the blankets, grab my phone and casually walk out the door. I look completely normal, my hair is long again, There is a natural healthy  glow to my face and I stand tall. Suddenly it hits me, this must be in… the future? 

            

Snowshoeing

We are off, running, jumping and falling through the snow. We run to a deep spot, My breath crystalizes in the air and my hair has formed in to spiky icicles. We laugh as we tumble through the snow that rises up to our waists. I follow my friends to the side of our small indent in the valley when suddenly the snow sucks me down, in to the thick white blanket. I yelp and jerk to try and pull my leg free as chunks of ice fall in to my boot. suddenly I sink further, the snow up to my stomach and I break through ice and in to water. It flows in to my boot, so cold that it feels like my leg is being burned. I yank myself up to the bank and tare of the boot water drips out and my sock pours water. I bite my lip, so cold, so, so cold. "Come back everybody" Max yells from the bright pile of backpacks.
I realize there is only one way back, the same treacherous way that we came. Over the river. I try to walk along the side but soon I fall back and my other leg crashes through the ice and the boot floods with the same burning cold water. This time I'm caught, my boot won't come up and my lower leg is freezing. I grab a hand and finally break free. We stumble back up to the teachers and I tear off the boots letting the water pour out.

This was my fun adventure today on our snowshoeing trip :)      

Sol #4

"Under the sea, under the sea" I tirelessly swing my legs up and down, up and down, keeping time with the rhythm of the song. People are dancing, side stepping and singing all around across the stage. I take a quick breath to prepare for the next verse and let it out, riding on the melody. Only two more weeks until show time and although we sound good now, there is no telling how the actually show will turn out. We twirl, jump, and chant the verses for the entirety of the song, mustering up as much enthusiasm as we can for a grey Tuesday morning. And, blackout! Kelly says, bringing my attention back. We scurry across the stage and dart behind the curtains and the lights fade to black.

Part 2 of my story

My eyes slowly open, heavy from sleep. It feels like I have been asleep for a long time. I turn over and check the time on my phone. suddenly I look around, I am in my bedroom at home. That can't be right, no IV tubes, or breathing devices, no heart monitors and it smells normal. My breath quickens and it doesn't hurt. I pinch myself but don't wake up, this must actually be real! I hurl myself out of bed and look out the window it is a perfect sunny day with a slight breeze. I lift my hand to open the glass but stop dead. My hand looks translucent, as I look down at my body, I try to smother a yelp. My whole self is pale, translucent and almost glassy looking. What is going on? If I'm not really myself, then where is the rest of me? I swallow hard and turn around. The color drains from my ghostly face as I see my body lying on the bed.