The Summer Paws Fashion Show

     Bella is a six-year-old Miniature Dachshund Dapple participating in the Summer Paws Fashion Show. She was on the runway last year, but instead of getting first, she lost to a three-year-old snotty, manicured Maltese named Tasha. It was Tasha's first show, and first win, at the Perfect Paws Fashion Show. Her owner, Monique, was so surprised that she fainted in the middle of her speech! Just then, Bella heard the familiar tink-tink of Tasha's pedicured nails on the polished wood floor.
     "What are you doing here, you spotted mutt?" Tasha teased, "I thought you lost last show?"
     "I'm here because I'm going to prove that I am worthy of that trophy, unlike you," spat Bella as she strutted away from Tasha's stunned face.
     "Babycakes, where are you?" shouted Hilary as she was walking down the rows and rows of different stages for the contestants to practice.
     "Yip!" squeaked Bella as Hilary stooped down to pick her up.
     "I've been worried sick about you!" she said as she hugged and kissed Bella, "It's already time to change into your practice dress!" Bella's "practice dress" turned out to be a puffy, shimmering, pink silk dress with a fake diamond necklace. Tasha was impressed, even though she would never admit it, with the beautifully dressed and perfectly manicured and groomed dog that was sashaying over to her.
     "I would love your dress if it had a little bit more glitter to it," Bella said mischievously as she circled Tasha and with a fake smile said, "here I'll help you!" She then scooped up some glitter with her paw and flung it at Tasha's face.
     "You-you..." Tasha was speechless.
     "Yes," Bella replied,"I did just do that."
     "GRRRRRR!" Tasha growled as she stomped off angrily to Monique. Bella was very pleased with herself. This was her second time today that she actually stood up for herelf. What was happening to her? She tried to give Tasha a taste of her own medicine and it worked, even though she was terrified inside and wanted to shrink into the shadows. She was also horrified that she would make a huge mistake and dilapidate her reputation into oblivion!
     The next day was the real fashion show. She saw every breed of dog imaginable, plus a couple of cats who were definitely not happy too be there. They were all dressed up, including her, and ready to win. Bella was wearing a glamourous blue dress, a pink seashell hair pin, and a diamond necklace and bracelet that had different kinds of seashell beads.
     "Oh, Babycakes!" called Hilary as she looked under every judge's silk pink and blue table. "There you are! I've been looking for you all morning! Promise Mommy you won't run away again!"
     "Yip!" squealed Bella as Hilary picked her up. She then walked down the rows of tables and stopped at the registration table.
     The lady who was administering the table smiled at Hilary then asked, "Does your dog have her breeding papers?"
     "Of course!" cried Hilary as she reached into her pink designer leather purse and brought out Bella's breeding papers.
     The lady read the papers and checked to see if they were counterfeit and then declared, "These are genuine breeding papers, you can go. Have a nice day Mrs..."
     "Naab. Hilary Marie Naab." and with a gust of wind, she tossed her hair over her shoulder and strode away.
     "Ladies and Gentlemen," bellowed the announcer a couple hours later, "find your seats because the Summer Paws Fashion Show is about to begin!"
     Hilary, who was backstage with Bella, said, "Okay, we can do this Bella. It's just a few steps away until we're famous. We just have to do exactly like how we practiced."
     "Yip!" barked Bella in agreement.
     "Here's our first contestant, Monique and Tasha Frashing!" yelled the announcer. They walked down the stage and ended as perfect as you can get. They were both wearing matching outfits that were pink and had a pattern of flowers on them. They also had an exquisite tiara on that was made out of real diamonds. They earned nine out of ten points. All the other contestants made at least one mistake, so Monique and Tasha were in the lead for the trophy and the grand prize.
     "Here's our last contestant, Hilary and Bella Naab!" the announcer hollered. Hilary took a deep breath and walked out onto the stage with a picture-perfect smile. Bella followed suit with a perfect walk that she thought was way better than Tasha's.
     "Hilary and Bella win!" screamed the announcer over the chanting of the crowd, "I can't believe it folks! The rookies have won the Summer Paws Fashion Show and the $50,000 prize!"
     "We won Bella!" screeched Hilary, "We won!"

How I Want to Be Remembered

     I want to be remembered as a good, respectful, thoughtful, unique, and kind person. Here are some specifics.

     I want to be thought as Mrs. Jurgens', my teacher, favorite student at school. I know that she is my favorite teacher, so I would like me to be her favorite student of all time.

     I also want to be recollected as Mrs. Fritz's, my sensei in taekwondo, favorite black belt student. I plan on sticking with taekwondo for a long time, so she might as well get used to me!

      I am in choir too so, I want to be thought of as the greatest singer in sixth grade. Singing is my favorite past time, so I want to get better at it. 

     In band I want to be reminisced as the best clarinet player in sixth grade. The reason why I didn't say "in the school" is because I know there are high schoolers who are way better than me!
     I want everybody to be remembered the way they want to be remembered, which, I hope, is in a good way.

Athletes and Concussions Don't Mix

     If a person had a concussion while playing football and didn't go to a hospital, these are what that person had to suffer through: Depression, more brain damage, other injuries, and possibly even death. He could have even committed suicide. He could have been rushed back onto the field on direct orders from the coach. This is why I think athletes should NOT be allowed to play after a concussion, minor or major. Here is a quote from Alan Boston: "I was told the fact I was pretty fit made a big difference. It could have been a major or minor one."

Compare and Contrast: Fall and Winter

Fall:

     Fall is very wet and rainy. It's also a good season to go camping, if the weather isn't suppose to be rainy. Another good thing is you usually don't have to wear heavy coats. The last thing is it's usually not cloudy, unless it's raining.

Winter:

     Winter is obviously snowy and icy. It's definitely not a good season for camping. The next thing is you always have to wear a heavy coat and possibly snow pants and boots. The final thing is it's usually cloudy.

Both:

     They both are very windy and cold. Another thing is you don't see very much plant life. Looking on the bright side, they both have something for you to do. In winter you can build snowmen and have a snowball fight. In fall you can jump in leaves.

     My conclusion is that fall is much better than winter.

If I Were In Charge...

     If I were in charge of my class, first, I would let everybody have delicious gum; if they promised to chew with their mouths closed and to not blow bubbles. Then I would let everybody vote if we should stay inside or go outside everyday. I would also let everybody wear hats if they wanted to. I would definitely assign school only on Tuesday, Wednesday, and Thursday. I would never assign dreadful homework either. That is all of the things I would do if I were in charge of my class.

The Best Christmas Gifts Ever!

December 29, 2012

The Drive

     "Dad," I whined, "what is it?"

     "If I told you, would it be much of a surprise?" He replied. I didn't reply back.

     Instead, I answered a question with a question, "Can you at least give me a hint?"

     He thought about it, and then gave the quickest answer possible, "No."

     "Fine," I said stubbornly, "I'll ask later."

     Later on, I asked again and I got the same stupid answer.

The Present

     "Dad, why are we at Grandpa Dave's house?" I questioned.

     He sighed and said, "We are here because I want you to open this present first."

     "Is it the one I was asking about in the car?" I blurted.

     "Yes," he said.

     I sighed and yelled dramatically, "FINALLY!"

     When we got inside I immediately started looking for a special looking present. To my surprise, it wasn't hidden at all! The shiny, silver present was sitting on the counter top. I rushed over and asked, "Can I please open it now?"

     "Tear to your heart's content!" declared Hilary, my step mom.

     "Yay!" I screamed delightedly. I ripped the beautiful wrapping paper off of it and opened the box, only to find another smaller box. I opened that box and found another box. I was starting to get frustrated. I opened that box and I finally found the present. IT WAS AN IPOD TOUCH FOURTH GENERATION! I screamed and hugged Hilary and Dad and said thank you about a hundred times at least.

The Christmas Party

     "Knock knock!" said Hilary goofily.

     We heard shuffling and the door opened to reveal my step-aunt Lynn.

     "Welcome!" she exclaimed. Then she came over and gave everybody a warm, perfume-scented hug. When I looked past her, I could see that everybody that intended to come, came. I walked past Lynn and stooped down to pet Molly, the snowy-white Maltese. In return, she gave me a wet, doggy kiss. I laughed and walked over to the table to sit down. Once I was sitting, everybody immediately swarmed me like a swarm of bees. Who could blame them? They hadn't seen me since Thanks Giving!

     "How are you?" asked Grandma Hahn kindly.

     I looked at her and replied, "I'm fine, how are you?"

     "Excellent," she declared.

     "Who's ready to eat?" Lynn shouted, "I made chicken!"

     After everybody ate, Lynn declared, "Present time!"
     I ended up getting everything I need for my iPod, pink, sparkly headphones, a blue, rainbow polka-dotted case, iTunes gift cards, and pink texting gloves.

THE END

     

Sirus' Mission

December 22, 2011
     The huge, black Newfoundland named Sirus woke up and immediately smelled the humans' mouth-watering breakfast. He stretched sleepily and yawned. Then he found Kandi the calico cat sleeping on her white, fluffy blanket. He really wanted to wake the calico and chase it, but the aroma of his family's delicious breakfast was overwhelming. He walked down the steep stairs in a trance. He snapped out of his trance long enough to notice that the beautiful, white Christmas angel wasn't on top of the fake tree in the living room. He tried warning the humans with his low, deep bark, but all it did was wake up baby Gwendalynne. Baby Gwendalynne was Quin's niece, she was staying here for the night. Feeling frustrated, he forgot all about their succulent breakfast and went back to sleep.

December 23, 2011
     "ARRRGH!!!" huffed Renesmee, "THE CHRISTMAS ANGEL IS GONE!!!"
     Sirus jumped up from his evening nap in alarm and growled. When he noticed there weren't any intruders, he relaxed and looked at Renesmee.
     She looked at Sirus and hollered, "THIS IS ALL YOUR FAULT, IF YOU WOULDN'T HAVE BEEN LAZY, YOU COULD HAVE WATCHED FOR INTRUDERS AND THAT WAS MY FAMILY HEIRLOOM!!!
     "Calm down, honey," said Quin soothingly.
     "I'M NOT GOING TO CALM DOWN, QUIN," screamed Renesmee, "EVER SINCE THAT MONGREL," she pointed at Sirus, "SHOWED UP, MY LIFE HAS BEEN RUINED!!!"
     Then she stormed up the stairs and shut the door so hard, the house shook.
     Late that night Sirus fell asleep and woke up frequently because he had a terrible nightmare, little did he know that it was going to come true….

December 24, 2011
     Renesmee stormed down the rickety stairs and went into Quin's office. He was making blueprints for a beautiful house on his computer.
     Quin turns around and asks, "What, honey?"
     "I WANT YOU TO TAKE THAT DISGUSTING DOG TO THE POUND!" screeched Renesmee dramatically.
     "Honey, are you sure?" questioned Quin.
     "I'M AS SURE AS YOU WERE WHEN YOU DECIDED TO MOVE HERE!" she declared grumpily.
     "Okay, if you say so, my love." Then Quin got up and called, "Here boy, come here boy! Whistle, whistle!" Then the gigantic Newfoundland came bounding through the hallway and jumped on him and barked as if to say, "I'm here, I'm here! What do you want?"
     "We're going to the pound boy!" Quin tried to say excitedly, but Sirus was too smart for him. Sirus was going to put his sweet, puppy-dog face on, but Quin was already holding on to his thick, red collar and directing him towards the French doors.
     Sirus began howling. It seemed like he had been at the pound for hours. He tried unlocking the cage with his huge, black nose. "Click!" he had done it, he had unlocked the cage! He was so happy he almost yelped with joy, but then he remembered this place was crawling with human strangers. He leaped out of the cage and landed on the ground with a big thud! He looked around the filthy dog pound. Once he assured himself that there weren't any humans suspicious of his presence, he ran towards the door and out into the fresh, open air. He took a big whiff of the air to see if anything threatening was nearby. When there wasn't, he sprinted down the sidewalk and towards his companions' house.
     Meanwhile, Sirus' family was on the phone talking to the dog catcher of the pound where Quin left Sirus.
     "WHAT DO YOU MEAN 'HE RAN AWAY!?'" screamed Renesmee furiously. Then she hung up the phone.
     While Renesmee was screeching at the dog catcher, Sirus was half way home when he smelled the scrumptious odor of a half-eaten donut in the garbage can. He skidded to a stop and went into an alley where he thought the delicious donut might be. He knocked over the garbage can and rifled through the garbage. Then he stopped. He found his families beautiful, white Christmas Angel! He picked it up and rushed to his home.
     When he got to his family's home Renesmee forgave him and he gave her a big, wet, doggy kiss on her cheek in return.

THE END