SOL 3/31 Bean Bag Him

My brother and neighbor had tied me up in the blanket. I yelped and thrashed my struggling body back and forth. I saw my brother get up and grab the beanbag off of the couch. He grinned and lifted it high over his head. I wasn't worried though, I had a little trick up my sleeve. My neighbor Drew was a double agent and he was going to take down my brother with ease. Drew popped up, and in a split second he had tackled my brother to the ground. I cackled and quickly un-tied my arms from the blanket. I lifted my brother's wriggling body up inches above the ground and I wrapped him in the blanket.
"Bean bag him, Drew, bean bag him!" I screamed. The bean bag had rolled back to the couch. My brother struggled under the blanket, so I allowed him to pop out his head. I grinned and looked at Drew, who threw the bean bag on top of my brother he was eliminated.
"Nice job!" I said as I got up from the bean bag.
"Yeah, you too," he said. I leaned over to high five him, but as his hand swooped towards mine I grabbed his wrist and slammed him on the couch. I grabbed the other bean bag and placed on top of him. I laughed and laughed and laughed.

SOLSC 2/31- The Cold

The sun beamed onto my face casting a feeling of warmth and happiness through my body. I love the sun, and I knew today was going to be a great day for soccer. My arms tingled with heat as the sun beat  down on them. I smiled, the warmth felt so good.
I opened the door to my house and new I had to be fast, I grabbed my shorts and shirt and headed out the door.
"You should bring a jacket,"my Dad called after me,"It's going to be cold."
"Ok, whatever," I shouted back. It's not going to be cold, it's fifty degrees now, it's beautiful. The car pulled up and I hopped out. I stepped down onto the ground, then the cold hit me. The hair on my neck pricked up and cold wind fluttered through my shirt. I ran over to my coach, who instructed me to begin warm-up. I jogged out to the field and started stretching. As more cars dropped off my team mates the wind had picked up. Kids with warm coats and gloves spilled out over the field in front of my shivering silhouette. The wind and cold increased through to our final game, until it was all finally over. I saw my car pool ride pull up in the street. I ran towards it and collapsed inside, precious heat flew over my body, and my ears and fingers began to warm up. I laid my head to rest on the window, thinking one thing, I should listen to my father more often.

SOLSC 1/31- Spring Break

Hey my name is Eddie, and this year I studied music in society. I'm in seventh grade and I will be studying the Muppet Show in spring.

My brothers voice echoed towards my dad's room, time to go, he shouted. I laughed and slowly walked down towards the kitchen. My smile arose as i saw that he was just finishing up eating. Excellent. I gripped the door frame and looked at him. He smushed toast into his mouth and looked my way.
"Hey," he said,"Why are you here?"
"Ohhhh, I sure am tired," I groaned, "Look at the time I need to be getting ready for school... But wait I don't have school!!!" I cackled as he looked at me in anger.
"You woke up early only because you wanted to annoy me?"
"That's right."
"You're probably going to do this to Maggie too, aren't you?"
"Psshhshsh, of course not....." He looked at me and blinked twice.
"You're horrible, but I really do have to go to school now, so bye."
I grinned and looked at the clock. Twenty minutes to spare before more fun. I heard my sister groan from the other room.

Slice of Life

Dodgeball

The ball was slightly smushed in my hand. My senses were slightly blurred, but I knew Ethan was approaching me from behind. I also knew that Grant was running towards me from the opposite side. Their arms tilted back, ready to fire. Then the balls were released and hurled towards me. Suddenly I ducked, and their balls hit each other. They were both out. I grinned, picked up their dodge balls and ran to the other side of the field. I met my team mate, Ellis, there and he handed me a dodge ball. We walked to the final survivor, Eden. I threw my ball, but it just missed his stomach. While he was distracted, Ellis bombarded him with 2 balls. Eden was now out.

"Nice job, Ellis," I said.

"Thanks," he said.

"But there is one thing."

"What's that?"

"There can only be one winner!" I proceeded to throw a ball into his face. He was out.

Yuck, Medicine

I watched feebly as my mothers lips summoned me to the kitchen. In my head they were screaming at me, but I knew she wasn't in real life. That's what sickness does to you, it makes you crazy. It's a shame that one of the only cures is icky, gross medicine. It comes in all sorts of types, pills, liquid, needles, and even in pastes. Pastes are the worst, they are slimy and little bits of it's residue stick in your mouth so the taste can't get out. Disgusting. Shivering, I crawled towards the kitchen with realization of what was going to happen. That paste, that disgusting paste, that I was talking about, is going to be shoved down my throat. Then I saw it. It was being held in my mothers left hand. It then began to descend. Suddenly it was in my mother, etching it's way to my stomach. I gagged, then I gagged again. It didn't stop until three spoonfuls of Nuttela had been shoved down my throat. I hate being sick.

It tastes almost as disgusting as this.
(Not quite)

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SOL Slice of Life

Every time I write one of these poems I ask myself the same questions, why is life important? What is the meaning of life? Today I think I found the answer. Life is not a chance, a game, or a reason, I think Life is just an experience. An experience that is just there for the fun of it. People share experiences with others and do that just to create one big experience for everyone, LIFE. But why is death there too? Why can't we just have endless experiences? Maybe death is a gateway to new experiences and a new life. I think the meaning of life is to share your experiences with future generations. I think death is a barrier that stops greed. I think that death is stopping your experiences so you don't take away the same experiences from others. Some people ask, why live if it's all going to end one day?
Here's my reply:
Why not?










What do you think life is?

I'm in a very philosophical mood today.

Slice of Break

My Kind Sister:

The warm pulse of the sun's rays bled onto my dark room. Light spilled in from the windows casting an array of heat into my dreary eyes. I fluttered awake, slowly adjusting to the morning light as I stepped from my bed. I walked towards the door in a haze of sleepiness. Suddenly my sister jumped in front of me.
My Kind Sister:

"Hey Maggie, what are you doing," I said.
"Oh, nothing, I just came up to ask if you wanted breakfast and lunch in bed."
Immediately I became interested in what she was talking about.
"Lunch in bed?"
"Yeah, and breakfast."
"Really?"
"Of course!"
I grinned and slowly meandered back to my bed. I slid my legs under the sheets and found a cozy spot to nap in. My mind went drifting off to what I was having. Eggs? Pancakes? Crepes? Sausages? Maybe all of them. Great. Maybe even some bacon. I wish she did this every day. Maybe my sister isn't so bad after all. Well today she definitely is in a good mood. I then heard the faintest footsteps approaching from the hallway. I smiled as Maggie entered. She held a tray of the finest looking pancakes in the world. They were coated in rich maple syrup and just the aroma of them made my giddy. She handed me the plate wished me good eating and left. Each bite felt better than the last, but soon the pancakes were gone and so was their delicious toping of maple syrup. She came back up to retrieve the plate and then headed back down the stairs to cook lunch. I looked over at my bedside clock. It read 11:00, so there was only another hour and half till lunch. My full belly helped in the act of putting me to sleep and soon I was awoken by a voice whispering my name.
"Eddie... Eddie... Eddie"
My body naturally groaned but as soon as my brain was turned on I was wide eyed and awake.
Maggie was holding another plate, this time consisting of crackers, cheese, hummus, carrot sticks, peppers, and salad.
"Here,"she said, handing me the food.
It didn't last long, and it was delicious.
I wonder what's for dinner?