My Day On New Years Eve Eve.

Yesterday was pretty darn cool. I stayed home with my dad and my new cat, Klaus. I got him on Christmas, when my grandma and grandpa came over (Hi!). I made brownies when my mom came home. They were cherry cream cheese brownies, to be exact. They are delisioso (delicious)! Afterwards it was staying up till nine thirty and reading. Sooo... yeah. I had a pretty fun New Years Eve Eve.

Today I was sick (again!) and I am supposed to be reading right now but my dad has not said anything and I am typing pretty loud... well, any way, Good-bye!

since all of you are my family, i love you!

Today I am staying home because yesterday I was sick. The rule for our school is if you're sick you have to stay home for the next day.

Today I was sick and my mom had to take me home and we are now waiting for my dad.~more soon!

today was awesome! I slept in late and got to read more in bed when my parents couldn't "wake" me up!!!! how much better can it get?! Wait!!!! there's more!!!!!!!! I had basket-ball practice and it ROCKED THE HOUSE! I actually played a game against my own teammates!!!! wow!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! (PS i rocked!) ~more soon, promise!

Today was exhausting, I woke up feeling tired and started the day as it's normal, drowsy self. I got a ride from my mom, (Thanks, mom:). When I got out of the car to jump onto the bus, it was Freezing, so, I raced down the side-walk and got into the warm, cozy spot. I sat in my assigned seat, next to a boy named, Troy. Troy plays his DS all day while I am oh-so cozily reading my book, The Fame Game And Me by Kimberly Greene. One of my favorite books, the sequel to My Sister's A Pop Star By Kimberly Greene, also. The light about my day is that my teacher called me a really intelligent student yesterday. Well, my friend Jared just asked me to play at 5:50 at night! Then he noticed what time it was and said maybe tomorrow. Now that is a yes, (hopefully!)

Chapter 2

I woke up looking worse than I felt. Thanks to the incident yesterday, I had scratches all over and a little dried blood on my legs. My mom said that after a shower (which extremely burned) that I should either type on my blog or go to sleep, of course she only said that I should, not that I would. I went to google chrome and played a chat game with Jessica. She couldn’t stop chatting to me after I told her what happened. This was our conversation:

Jessi554: did it hurt? Does it hurt? Do you think that dude is really stalking you?

Emma2963: duh it hurt but I’m fine now and duh that dude is stalking me!

 Jessi554: well sorry I wasn’t there to witness this horrifying scene!

Emma2963: you better be if you’re talking to me like THAT missy!

Jessie554: wow wow wow, you are acting like Miriam now!

Emma2963: hey, that’s offending!

Jessi554: well it’s supposed to be!

Emma2963: lets just play the game and stop chatting, my hair stylist is losing because of you, L-O-S-I-N-G!

After a-couple of rounds of winning, I plopped down onto my bed and sunk into it, like a kitty pool, a really small kitty pool, then, all of a sudden, my mom screamed. Here we go again I thought. I skittered down the stairs to find my mom, dressed in her favorite outfit, jumping up and down yelling, “Snake! Snake! Get it out of here!” oh no. I thought, why these kinds of things happen to US. My mom was to out of breath to keep on screaming by the time my dad and Jacob got downstairs. Jacob had a fly swatter and was wearing his hockey goalie suit, dad had a baseball bat and he was wearing his purple Hanes under where and had war paint on his face, him and Jacob popped there necks, eww, I hate it when people do that. “Where is it?! Where is the little devil?!” shouted my dad, and since he has to follow in his dad’s footsteps, Jacob said, “Yeah, Where is he?!” “It disappeared!” said mom. “False alarm.” my dad mumbled. “Sooooo,” I said, “First off, dad, can you please go put on a shirt and pants and Jacob, I didn’t want ot mention it but, you look ridiculous.” “Thanks for the help sis.” Jacob shot back at me. I sighed and climbed up the stairs and jumped in my bed.Have I mentioned that I have a cell phone and I’m a big reader? Because it’s true. I pulled my phone out of my pocket and saw that I had one new text message, from Jessica, it read: “1 second ago JESSICA sent you a message, Emma get over to my house, now! Casey is choking! Help me! Please!” Oh no! I thought, Jessica and Casey are in trouble! I have to tell Jacob! I sprang out of bed and scampered down the steps, “Jacob!” I yelled, “Casey is choking!” Jacob came tramping down the steps after me.“Did Jessica seriously text you that?” he asked, well duh I thought “Look for proof.” I said. “Oh no!” Jacob said, with a look of horror on his face. “That is correct!” I told him, “No, no, this is not happening!” Jacob cried, he literally cried! “Jacob, com on now, let’s get a move on before we have to dig his grave!” that only made him cry even more and eventually, I had to drag him out of the house. When we where outside the Slivertrip’s house I said as soothingly as possible, “If you can stop crying I will make you a nice double fudge chocolate cake after dinner.” everybody compliments on how delicious my dinners, lunches, breakfast’s, and desserts are. Jacob especially liked my double fudge chocolate cakes, to be honest, I love them too, I just don’t like to brag! We hustled up the steps and burst into the house, “Jessica, Casey!” I called no reply, “Hello?” still, no reply      

Chapter 1

I was having the best day of my life. My friend, Jessica, had invited me, Casey Slivertrip, which is Jessica’s older brother so she didn’t invite him he just joined us, and my older brother, Jacob, to one of her fabulous parties, known school wide. It was a blast! Since as long as we could remember we were bbf’s (best buddies forever), while we were playing, I noticed, we were being watched by someone, someone very important to this story. You probably don’t want to get TOO scared in the first chapter, so I will go on about how awesome we think our day is, but we only think that, think. We were playing Sharks and minnows, Marco Polo, and Swim Tag. In Marco Polo, I kept on being Marco, because I’m not fast in the water but yet a rocket on land, or at least that’s what my parents say. Casey was horrible at Sharks and minnows, he was always seaweed, he can’t swim. Jacob hated Swim Tag because he always gets dunked, he can’t dodge. Jacob and I were leaving when I spotted the same person who was watching us earlier, following us, I pointed this out to Jacob but he just said it was someone leaving the pool too, you see, when it comes to safety and kidnapping, Jacob isn’t the brightest. That guy followed us all the way to our house, and our mom asked who he was, and I simply said, “He’s been stalking us since we left the pool.” “He probably just lives around here too, Emma.” Jacob said, “Children” said my mom, “we don’t want to make this into an argument, now do we?” I sighed, sometimes moms just HAVE to speak up.  Me and Jacob walked in the door and wiped our shoes on the carpet, “Last one into the living room is it!” yelled Jacob. I got a head start since mom tripped over Jacob and he yelled, “Hey, no fair!” “Kids, can you stop making everything a race?” mom asked us. “Sorry mom!” I yelled in her direction, still running. When Jacob finally reached the living room he was dripping with sweat and panting like a thirsty dog, he could barely choke out, “Emma, *gasp, pant* never do that *gasp, pant* again.” And with that he plopped down on the couch next to me and asked me if  I could get him a big glass of water, and gladly I made my way to the kitchen, on my way there I passed the old, cracked window, so old that even during the time of my ancestors, they probably thought it was just about to shatter, and at this moment it did, I screamed out in pain as five pieces of glass sank heavily into my legs, I fell to the ground, breathless from screaming  and blood gushing from my legs like ketchup being squeezed from a ketchup bottle.  My mom came running in but not in time to see the guy from the pool duck under the bushes and run. That was the first time I’d seen my mom run like that, and how her eyes popped open super wide when she saw all my bloody cuts. Jacob came running in behind mom, and when he saw my cuts, he instantly shouted, “I’ll get the first aid kit!” Jacob and I, well, we’ve always been really nice to each-other, the way I think brothers and sisters ought to be. Mom told him to hurry but I refused instead I said, “That isn’t necessary, leave it for people who really need it.” and mom replied, “No sweetheart, YOU really need it, have you seen your legs?” “Mom I’m fine, just pull out the glass and I’ll be good as new, please, I’m begging you.” and that was MY reply. Of course mom had different ideas and besides, Jacob already had our medical supplies so I guess I’m going to have to use something… I just remembered why I didn’t want mom to use the medical box, see, when I was five years old, I fell off a ferry ride in a parade and my knees got all scratched up, so my mom came running out from the crowd, and of course, she was holding a medical box. When she got over to me she opened it up and grabbed an alcohol wipe and told me to squeeze her finger for how much the wipe hurt. I only squeezed half as much as it hurt because I didn’t want my mom to know that the fall itself hurt bad and this made it sting like hot lava on ice. That is why I never want to use alcohol wipes ever again, but, thankfully, my mom didn’t even think twice about alcohol wipes (lucky me). Instead my mom pulled out ten band-aids and a flexible cast. When mom started to wrap the cast around my legs, the door opened, it was dad, bright, cheerful, dad. Last time dad came home this early is last year when he got fired from his A+ job in the Department Of Justice. “How’s my little girl doing?” dad asked before he had seen my cuts. “Not so good, not so good at all.” I replied. “Not so good? Not so good? Wh-.” my dad was cut off because he had just entered the hallway. “Holy macaroni! What happened here?!” said my dad. “The window broke.” I replied. “It doesn’t look that simple.” said my dad. “Well it really isn’t.” I told him. “Tell me everything.” said my dad, “everything.”

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My school portrait

This is a portrait that I made in my class,3m. Everybody made one in my class. Most of my friends said that mine was the best one on the wall.