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          One hour before the game starts. This is the time when my adrenalin starts to pump. The ice rink is where I like to spend most of my time. I like the cool air that nips your nose when you open the doors. The smell is like no other. After doing warm- ups with my team to get the blood flowing we head to the locker room to get dressed and come together as a team. Trying to intimidate the other team, we stay calm and try to do our best. We give 100% of our effort every game.  When coach comes in the locker room it is silent, and it is time to focus on the game ahead. As he reviews the lines and gives us tips, I go over the plays in my head.  After he is done I buckle my helmet and leave the locker room to play the game I love. As I step on the ice, a chill goes up my spine. The sound of my skates crunching the ice is like music to my ears. A three minute warm up and the game begins. I get to do what I love in a place that makes me feel and alive and special. Some people call it a rink, but I call it home!

Dear Diary,

           My family which includes my dad, my mom, and my 2 little sisters are driving cross country.  By the way, they are not the cute little sisters that you always dream about. They are annoying and always in your business. Anyways we are driving cross country for summer break. You would think with a family of five we would have a big car, but we don’t. We have a simple 5 passenger old white Chevy. That means that my sisters and I are in the back all squished together. We have been in the car for 4 hours already today and to me it looks like we have gone nowhere. We are driving through the desert today and to me all you can see is nothing, but my parents however think that it is amazing. All l they say is look over there or over there. When I do look (usually never) I never see anything. It all looks the same to me. My sisters and I are getting very hungry and tired and all we want to do is find a hotel and a restaurant. Whenever we ask my parents they say in a little while.  Which was like 30 minutes ago. There haven’t been any road signs, so I don’t know how much longer it will be.

Two hours later…

Oh my gosh I just saw a sign that says hotel 10 miles away! I am so excited. I asked my dad to stop the car and I t take a picture of it because I am that happy. I have to go now because we have to check in and go to bed.

            Bye until the next boring car trip

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        Today I finally get to go shopping at Mall Of America, but one thing that makes me nervous is elevators. I have never ridden in one before, but I am afraid that it will stop and I will never get out! All of my friends tell me that won’t happen, and that you shouldn’t not go because of an elevator.  So here I am waiting in a line for the elevator with a very old man. The elevator dings and the door opens. When we get in I push the button for the fourth floor.  I am practically shaking. I look over and the old man waves at me and says hi.

“Hi, how are you?” He asks.

“Not so good I am really nervous about elevators, but at least I am not on it alone.” I answer.

“Ha-ha, there is nothing to be afraid of because I have ridden this one so many times and it works like a charm.” He giggles.

“Okay “I though not really believing him.

 I am watching the numbers go up when suddenly the lights start to blink and the whole elevator goes dark. 

“Umm… I think that it broke down.” He points out.

“Oh my gosh really!” I am going to die.  What should I do? Are we ever going to get out?

        The only thing that comes to my mind is to call 911. I reach into my pocket to get my cell phone only to realize that it is dead. I really should have charged it this morning. There are a million thoughts going through my head but none of them will work. I look over at the guy and he seems to be perfectly calm and he is just standing there. Read more »