by Makala
My name is Isis, and I was born in Oakland, California, at Summit Hospital at 11:00 P.M. I go to LeConte School in Berkeley. I live in Oakland, California, and have never moved from there. I live with my sister, Sophia, my dad, Wayne, my brother, Cheo, my mom, Janina, and my dog, Foxy. I love to write. It is one of my favorite subjects. My favorite piece in my book is "High Dive."
# - Jim Hughes - 7/14/06; 10:17:27 AM - Discuss
by Makala
I asked my mom if I could go to the pool. She said okay. "But only if you stay with Michael. And also, stay off that diving board."
I did hear her say to stay with Michael and stay off the diving board, but I really wanted to try it! So I disobeyed Mom's rules.
I went with Michael, my friend, who is nineteen years old. (Mom trusts Michael.) I trust Michael, too, but I don't think Mom should trust him.
"Bye, Mom! See you at 4:30! I'll miss you."
Mom told Michael to make sure I stayed out of the twenty foot water and to watch me at all times. He said he would. I couldn't trust him on that one, though.
We got in his broken-down bug. "Michael, will you lety me go on the diving board?" I asked.
"Sure! You can go in any part of the pool you want. I don't care. I'll watch you, but I will also be watching my girl friend."
I swam thirty-four laps, but I stopped every time. The guy behind me kept saying to go faster. I was scared. I sat down on the diving board crying. I wanted to go back down to Michael. But I saw Michael with a girl. I didn't know what to do. "I should have listened to Mom," I said to myself. The guy behind me kept screaming. So he said, "You stupid kid, come on!" He got so mad he pushed me down into the water.
"Ahhhhhhh! I don't know how to swim! SAVE ME! SAVE ME!"
I saw Michael looking at me. I kept yelling. Then everybody looked at me. Michael just kept burping in his mouth. I was really scared. Finally, a lifeguard saw me. I almost drowned. The only thing that was up was my hand. The lifeguard jumped in to rescue me.
Five minutes later the lifeguard called 911. 911 called the news channel. The news channel called my mom. My mom cried and cried. Then the newspaper reporter interviewed me. She asked me a whole bunch of questions. "Well, the guy behind me is named Josh. He pushed me off the high dive. I almost drowned. But luckily a lifeguard jumped in the water to save me."
I watched the show later that day. It was cool to be on TV.
My mom put Michael and his girl friend in jail for six years. I got in trouble, too. I was grounded for two months.
But I lived happily ever after.
# - Jim Hughes - 7/14/06; 10:10:37 AM - Discuss
by Makala
Once upon a time, a five year old boy came out with a permanent orange marker, orange paint, orange pastels, orange crayons, orange-colored pencils, orange graffitti markers, and orange dye. The boy tripped over an orange rock in his sandals. Orange was on the ground in between the rock and an orange tree. All the stuff opened up and turned orange -- permanently orange. That's how oranges got their color.
# - Jim Hughes - 7/14/06; 9:43:30 AM - Discuss
by Makala
I am as sweet as a strawberry because I love to help people with things.
I am as cold as winter when I'm sick.
I am a library because I love books.
I am a school because I love to learn.
I am rain when I am crying.
I am a desert when I am thirsty.
I am a rabbit when I am quiet.
I am a rose when I smell good.
I am a museum because I like to show things.
I am a famous musician when I play piano.
I am a maple tree when I am sticky.
# - Jim Hughes - 7/14/06; 9:36:44 AM - Discuss
