The grass is green
My feet are free
I’m calm and relaxed
As I read under the tree
I glimpse down to the grass
The grass tickling my toe
Scared of all the critters among
I come to realize it just needs a mow
The sky is clear
Though I fear the end may be near
When the greens change to red, orange, and yellow
Soon all the men will be hunting deer
Summer is my favorite
Sometimes I think it’s because of the sun
But really it’s because of
The grasses that I run
Green is calming
Refreshes the soul
Mends the tears
And cleans up just in time to make a goal
I don’t know what it is
But it’s something about the color green
The most beautiful person in the world is not defined by their appearance , but rather by their heart. The most beautiful person could be an old man with rotten teeth, covered in wrinkles, who still has that sparkle in his eye. It could be a new born baby, without teeth, just a little hair, and a brown cord hanging from her belly button. A beautiful person does not see what is missing, but recognizes what there is to be offered. A beautiful person would look at someone crying and see someone in need of help, not an over sensitive cry baby. A beautiful person not only sees the need in the world but also aids it. A beautiful person puts others first and herself second. A beautiful person will not tell you what you want to hear but what needs to be said. A beautiful person will make many mistakes but not let them go unseen, instead they’d make up for them. A beautiful person may hurt you but she will apologize when necessary in the sincerest way possible. A beautiful person will let you talk and listen to what you have to say. She’ll be a shoulder to cry on, someone to rely on. A beautiful person will be there in any situation, through the thick and the thin. Holding your hand throughout the whole rollercoaster, supporting you in all you do up until their last breath. My grandmother Annette Olive Menard was a beautiful person. While physically she has gone away. intellectually she is here, in my heart to stay!
I feel the fresh water trickling over my sun kissed face as I slowly explode ffrom the water. Free mind, body, and heart when I swim. In my favorite bikini, by myself or in a group; the water ignites my soul. I hold my breath and open my eyes while I travel through a new environment. When I begin to feel i am running out of my conserved oxygen I slowly elude myself from the water. Awakened by the bright shining sun and the peaceful noises floating through the air. I am alive. Back to reality, revived, refreshed, and relieved.
The silence or the noise, they wake me up from a deep sleep that had me feeling dead. The feel of the water covering everything from my chest down, as my feet flutter through the life of the fresh water. I can hear the water’s reaction to my slow steady movements. The sound of children splashing can be heard in the distance, along with the trees swaying, and the birds chirping. My trapped mind is now free from all its chains. All the baggage is as lost as the first grain of sand that started this wonderful world. I escape into the water and arise from the fresh waters again and the feeling of refreshment just keeps growing. when I explode ever so discreetly i feel the mose alive.
Run, run, run away
I want to be free
From the pain
I just need to flee
Got a secret
That's how it will remain
It's a sign
Get me some where beyond here
To the secret garden
Where we live without fear
I kow it's not just a key
It gives me a place to be
A reason to help me
The simple gift
Of a key
I woke up and rolled over. "What?", I said blankly. Oh, my dad was looking over at me. "How did you sleep?", he asked. Pretty well was my answer. "Good", he replied and turned back to the bacon he was cooking over our campfire. We were spending the night in a lean to at the Kingdom Trails Campsite in East Burke, Vermont, where we are biking. Today was day four of our trip and today we were meeting Danny Hart at the trail entrance for a ride. I was very excited and immediately jumped out of my sleeping bang and got dressed. When I was done my father laid out breakfast on the folding table we had set up outside and we both ate fast.
When we were done we loaded up our bikes and drove down the mountain. I saw Danny across the street getting a day pass. He crossed over to where my dad and I were. "Hi! Ready to go?", he asked. "Yup", I said happily. "Let's go".
When we got to the trail head I went first, Danny went second and my dad took up the rear. After a few minutes we came to my favorite trail, "Troll Stroll". I rode as fast as I could down the trail hitting all the jumps on my way. About two hours later we were done and loading up our bikes. I said good by to Danny and we drove back up the mountain. When we got there we ate dinner and went to bed.
One day my mom and dad tell me very exciting news. We are going on a trip to France. I go to Paris, see the courts at which the major tennis tournament Roland Garros is played, and eat a lot of pastries, but I never dreamed that what happened to me would ever cross my fate....
March 30, 2012
We are taking a trip in our rental car, and we drive through the town of Chamonix. There is a big sign up. It reads: RENT SKIS 20% off TODAY : SKI CHAMONIX "Hey, Dad! Look!", I say. "Hmmmm", he says. I can tell he is thinking. He gets a mysterious glint in his eyes and turns to face me....Somehow, an hour later we are in a huge lift that will take us up to the summit of the tallest mountain in the French Alps. Once at the top I walk through a tunnel carved from rock. Standing there is none other than the powder skiing legend Seth Morrison. I drop my skis with a clatter. He looks around. He sees me, and comes over and picks up my skis and gives them to me. "Is this your first time skiing here?", he asks. "Yeah,", I manage to stammer. "Well then, I'll be your guide. It's hard to ski this mountain alone." We lower ourselves over the railing, and scale down to the snow. Then, we ski. I manage to do a twenty foot jump, and don't make too much of a fool out of myself. Apart from skiing the hardest mountain in the Alps, meeting Seth Morrison and falling down a crevasse, our day is uneventful, and I feel as if it was perfect.
Feeling the breeze on my cheek makes me giggle. Having a festival in my backyard would make me laugh. Wow! Just think about that crazy thought, I told myself. It will never happen, but the breeze on my cheek will happen.
I hear my friends' voices, everyone's voices. I start to see jump houses bounce up, popcorn being sold. It's just like a festival. I quickly grab my friends and start to jump with them in the jump house. I also feel a breeze on my cheek. Well, I guess I never thought of having both. That feeling feels great!
It was April 16, on a Sunday. April 16 is my birthday so that day I went to my grandma's and grandpa's house. When I got there my grandpa said to go to the spare bedroom. I did as he said, but when I got there my grandma was holding two puppy pugs. She handed me one and I named her Rosey. Rosey made my day. The only reason they got her for me is because my mom's black German Shepard died 2 years ago. Today Rosey is very happy and so sweet, but sometimes she can be a pain. Remember, I said sometimes. That was the bed birthday ever because getting a puppy made my perfect day.
"I love that part," laughed Sophie, as she spilled fruit punch on her shirt.
My friends Alexia, Sophie, and Emma and I were at my house watching "Harry Potter and the Half Blood Prince."
"Ah, I wish we had gotten popcorn at the store," moaned Alexia.
All of a sudden a man from the store downtown was knocking on my front door. I got up to go to the door. Emma, Alexia, and Sophie followed.
I opened the door. "Hello," I said.
"Hi. Were you four girls at the downtown store about 45 minutes ago?" asked the man. He was holding a plastic bag. The bag had something in it but I couldn't tell what it was. "You forgot this." He handed the mystery bag to Alexia. She looked inside.
"It's popcorn," gasped Alexia.
"We didn't buy popcorn," said Sophie.
"Sure you did. You got it along with a two liter bottle of fruit punch and the movie 'Harry Potter and the Half Blood Prince.'"
We all looked at each other. "OK," answered Emma gain, and slammed the door in the man's face.
"Uh, thank you!" I yelled out the window as the man got in his car and drove away.
When I turned around Alexia had already put the popcorn in the microwave, Emma was sitting down on the couch in front of the TV, and Sophie was trying to get the fruit punch stain out of her shirt.
When the microwave beeped, Alexia took the popcorn out of the microwave, and everybody sat down in the TV room.
About 30 minutes later, when Harry was drinking a potion called "Liquid Luck," Emma said, "Wouldn't it be great if your dog Duke was here?"
The doorbell rang. I paused the movie and went to the door. It was my dad. He had Duke standing beside him. Read more »
"Maisie, come here!" I say.
Maisie, my five your old beagle, comes running towards me. I jump off my swing set and start running. Maisie comes running after me. "Maisie, I'm innocent! Don't eat me!" I say.
I fall on the ground and laugh really hard. Maisie comes to where I am and lays down with me. "Ow, what's this?" I say.
I pick up a golden charm. It feels smooth and creepy at the same time. I try wishing on it. I say "I wish to be beagle." That didn't work. Then I gave it to Maisie. Maisie barked a couple of time and a few minutes later a bowl of dog food was in front of Maisie. Maisie quickly gobbles up her dog food and then barks some more times and a bowl of water appears. Slurp, slurp, slurp. I stare in amazement. Why does Maisie get it and I don't?
I whisper a wish into Maisie's ear. Something appears in front of me. Oh my gosh! My wish has come true! My friend Tommi is right in front of me with her toothbrush saying "Uh, hello? Not to ruin anything but what am I doing here?"
I tell Tommi the whole story but it takes a while. Tommi, Maisie and I go on my swing set and jump off the swings. "Whee, I'm glad I randomly ended up at your house!"
"Me too. I'm sure Maisie is happy too!"
Maisie barks and we laugh.
That was my perfect day.
One day I woke up to see my plants that I had started on Thursday in my greenhouse. I was in a hurry to go to my greenhouse. On the way there I heard my mom call me from inside. She wanted me to collect the eggs for breakfast. So I went to collect the eggs. I looked at the house as I was heading inside to give mom the eggs and the house .... the house was in really bad shape. This house's paint was blue but now it's a dark, scary looking green. There are vines hugging the house. The wood from the door is turning black and rotting. the windows are broken from the kids playing baseball. Before, the paint was a sparkling light blue. The wood was a light brown and smelled like roses fro mom's rose bushes next to the door and from the vanilla air freshener. The vines were smaller than they are now.
So my family went to stay with my grandma (Mama) and she was delighted to have us over. My Gram's neighbor was rich. He also liked donating money to the poor who really needed it. So he gave up over $11,000. We got a different house and things we really needed.
"Children? Children? Where are you? Your mother and I are getting very worried!" said the children's grandmother.
These two children named Sophie and Tom were never found. Everyone thought that they got lost in the woods, or got hit by a car. Some people even though that a ghost took them away to live their life with these deadly figures. The truth is that the kids actually did go up in the woods and got lost. The children tried to find their way home but they couldn't live life without food or water. They died there. The house that the children lived in with their grandmother and mother was abandoned. Before the house was abandoned it was so nice, clean, pretty. But now it's much more. The house now has cobwebs, trees, spiders, birds, and sometimes people think that they see ghosts of the children. In front of the house there are vines and all sorts of plants nobody has heard of. If you ever go to this house -- beware. It might give you chills or goosebumps.
There once was a boy named Koltin. Koltin lived in an old house. He wanted to go but he didn't have to pay for it, so he stayed. But he didn't want to. He was frightened by all the cobwebs. At first it was clean and nice, but now look at it. You don't want to see it. It looks dusty and dirty and worst of all, spooky.
Koltin went off to buy food one morning. when he got back he saw a ghost. "Remember me," said the ghost, "from the other night?"
"Help! Someone!" called Koltin.
Koltin yelled and screamed. No one came. "I will die alone," he thought. He ended up running away because he found out the door wasn't locked.
Koltin ended up moving away.
As I was walking in the woods one day I walked by a house. The house was about three times the size of my house. The paint was faded, almost white, pink. I could tell the paint use to be a bold red. Across the top of the front door in black paint was a word "Smitt." I've heard of the Smitt family before. They lived about 150 years ago, and they were billionaires. I opened the heavy door and I walked into the house. Vines and plants were growing out from the floors ad windows. The first thing I saw was a large chair (almost like a throne) in the dining room. It was all covered in plants, and jewels. I could remember a documentary I had watched about the Smitt family.
"Papa, may I please sit in your special chair? Please?" cried Elizabeth Smitt to her father, George Smitt.
"I'm sorry darling, but no. It is was too tall for a young girl like you."
George was right. The chair was awfully high up. I kept walking around the house. The chandeliers were dripping with vines and spiders. Soon, I came to a very large fireplace. The inside had vines growing up the chimney and the inside of the fireplace was pitch black with soot. There were still three logs of wood in the fireplace. The wood was rotten with green moss all over it. It also smelled bad. I pinched my nose because of the wood's scent.
I thought about the Smitt family when I looked at the fireplace.
"Mama, can I read my book by the fire tonight until bedtime?" begged Timothy Smitt to his mother, Lila Smitt.
"Well, all right Timothy, but only until bedtime," said Lila.
"Papa? Mama? May I read too?" asked Elizabeth.
"You are the winner of American Idol!", Ryan said. I won American Idol! I was so excited my heart was bumping out of my chest! Ryan asked me to play one more song, so I did. Lights, camera, clapping screaming.....I was famous! Leslie Mercetta, the famous winner of American Idol!
Wait. Did Ryan just...Oh, No! I'm not the winner! They just said, "Sorry, Miss Mercetta, but Tess Landroop is the winner". Has this happened before? Oh, no. I'm ruined. Get your facts straight, American Idol!
One morning I wake up and see a newspaper on my bed. The headline reads "Best Young American Horse Rider in History!". I catch sight of my name in the article. I look out my window. A swarm of all kinds of people has formed around my house, some shouting, "Wake up!" or "Famous Girl!". I rush out of bed and put on my riding clothes. I want to ride away! I have never had so much attention in my life! I ride to my friend's house. She tells me she would schedule a big riding event to ride in if she were me! I think about it and decide it's not a bad idea. I ride home to tell everybody. I don't want too much attention any more.
I want peace and quiet more than to be famous. I want to spend time with my friends more and riding more now. I really, to tell the truth, never wanted to be famous. There are too many important things to keep track of. To me it is like become the President all of a sudden. For someone as young as me it's something I'm not ready for.
The only thing I really want to do while I am famous is play with my friends and share my experience with others. I want to ride a lot more now but it is almost like I am trapped inside my home. The crowd has gotten larger now! I'm glad my friends would sill like me the same, famous or not! And, I like my friends as well, famous or not!
One day I woke up to the ringing of my cell phone-my cell phone? Since when did I have one, and an iphone at that! I am in a four poster bed. There is a high-tech super computer on the wall and a 72 inch plasma TV screen. Where am I? I didn't know that I had a pool....and why is my room all made of 5 inch thick glass?
I answer the iphone. "Hello?", I say. A brisk female voice speaks on the other end. "Hello, Mr. Frost. I'm Jen Ackinton from the "New York Times". I was wondering if you could drop by the station today for an interview?" "Not meaning to be rude", I said, "but say WHAT?" She says, "Well!! Of all the impudence!", and hangs up. I stare around. There is something on my dresser. I pick it up. It's a check. It says, made out to W.C. Frost Esquire, from Bank of America $70,000,000.00-------------
"70 Million Dollars!", I squeal. I get dressed and find my way downstairs. (The house is huge.) I call Mrs. Slayton and tell her all the mysterious happenings. "Funny...." she muses. "Rose, Jackson, Jackson, Sydney, Jacey, Taaron, Hunter, Jazlyn, Eve, Isabella, Olivia, Carter, Cole, Skye, Addison, Anthony, Logan and Sherenna have all had....."funny mornings. Bye". And she hangs up.
It turns out that I am a great tennis player, ranked number one. I play tennis, mountain bike and fall asleep on the couch. I wake up. There is no four poster bed, no pool, no TV and no super computer. My life is regular. "DARN It!", I yell.
Many people wish to be famous, but not me. One day I wake and discover I'm famous. I feel very upset. When a news reporter comes to my house I say, "I'm not interested in being famous. I request privacy." I explain to the reporter that I like to observe better than to be observed. I tell him I prefer to have a couple of close friends rather than a huge fan club. Lots of famous people live unhappy lives. Some of them have even committed suicide. I prefer to live a normal life, not famous, but happy. The reporter slowly slouched away. I continue to live a happy and normal life.
They call him “the hit and run”
He is sleazy and cold
And beginning to grow old
He has a method to picking his victims
She is young
And shows a smile saying she’s had some fun.
He hides on the corner just around the deep alley
He steals her money and hits her with a rod
I swear this guy is a fraud
Tonight’s prey is dressed for the occasion
She wears a black feather dress
Not hiding much of her chest
Her blood red umbrella is the target for a scarlet night
He fair skin is the perfect contrast
He knows he’ll have to be fast
She holds the rain shield with one hand
With his weapon he nails her in the side
She shrieks and cringes those who heard think someone must have died
He snatches her black velvet handbag
As he slams here again she falls to the ground
Where help is nowhere to be found
One morning I woke up and less than a second later the paparazzi were outside my window. They were banging and taking pictures as fast as they could. They didn't get my picture because I was quick enough to run off and hide my head under my pillow.
I quickly grabbed the phone and put it on speed dial to call my best friend, Isabella. She picked up and I screamed. She said "Stop screaming! You're going to blow my ear drum!"
I said "Ok, Ok. Ok. Guess what? I'm famous! Isn't that amazing?"
Isabella asked "Why are you famous?"
I said "I'm famous because I danced and sang all the time. I guess a producer saw me in the park and offered me a dancing, acting, and singing career." I asked "Should I take it?"
Isabella said "Yes, because then I can say my friend is famous and you're really good at all those things."
"I'll come to your house at 11:00 to talk about this."
Then 11:00 came and I had to go. I quickly wrote a note to my mom. It said:
When I woke up this morning I was famous! I know it's hard to believe but there was also the paparazzi this morning. When Isabella and I go shopping at the mall I'll get you that scarf you wanted. I'll tell you the rest when I get back.
PS - Don't tell dad! Or anyone else yet!
I beeped the horn on my car and yelled "Are you ready?"
"Oh my goodness!" I woke up and the paparrazi were outside my house. Apparently I'm famous. Last time I checked I was the least popular person in the whole state of Wisconsin and now I'm famous! What is wrong with these people?
"Go away! I don't want pictures of me all over magazines!"
Finally I'm alone so I can call Olive. I just realized that I'm in a closet.
"Aaaaah! Get out, stupid paparazzi!"
"Yes. Hello. Who is this?"
"This is your friend, Audrey."
"Oh, hi Audrey! How are you?"
"Good, how are you?"
"Good! Why did you call?"
Great, now you're going to think I'm crazy. Well, here it goes. This morning I woke up and everyone thinks I'm famous. Okay."
"Wow. That's incredible!"
"Yah, and I have no idea how it happened. Also, I have a lot of money and I was going to ask you if you wanted to come with me to buy expensive clothes and go on far away trips. Will you go?"
"Oh my gosh! I would be honored. Thank you!"
"You're welcome. Meet me tomorrow at my house at 3:00 and we will head to France. OK?"
.....4 Days Later....
Olive: "Ha! Ha1 I am having so much fun. Are you? Also, by the way thank you for buying me all of these expensive clothes."
If I was famous I would go shopping and hang out with my friends. Their names are Spohie, Sydney, Jacey, Emma, Tommi, Olive, Audrey and more. Then I would do my room over again. But I would like being famous because I could meet other famous people like Justin Beiber, Selena Gomez, and a lot more. And all the attention I would like but think of al the other people that are poor and do not get all the attention so it would be a challenge. I would not leave anybody out because that is mean and I would be nice. Even if you are famous the same rules apply as when you are in school.
I always thought that to be greatly influenced by someone it would take a lot of time and you would have to have known them for years, at least months. Though someone who has influenced me recently is someone I’ve only known for two and half weeks. It was by fate that we met and it will be by fate I can bet, we will connect. His words are strong but sweet. His tender heart brings a soothing over anything bringing me down. I talk to him everyday, all day if I might. My mind tells me it could be wrong but my heart jumps in glee that it’s the right! No matter the day or the hour, the place or the event, I know he will be there with the biggest care. While my appearance may have been the cause of attraction, it is only coincidence that we haven’t met before. He knows my family; we’ve attended the same events. We eat the same pizza and drink the same milk. Chocolate of course. We share many of our favorites and laugh for they are the same. Through him and the experience, I have learned many lessons. Nothing need be forced because it will happen on its own when the time is right. Sometimes, I have come to know, your heart and mind can play tricks but when the real deal comes knocking on your door, only then you will know for sure. Fate has a way of playing the right cards. You may that not at the right time but everything happens for a reason and only you will eventually see why things came to be.
One day I woke up and I was famous. I got up and ate my breakfast. Then my mom told me to go get dressed.
I ran to my room and opened my closet. I saw all these sparkly dresses and red carpet dresses. I thought Wow! I chose a nice casual outfit, then I ran downstairs.
My mom said "Are you all ready for your audition?"
"Audition for what?" I asked.
"Victorious, what else?" my mom said.
AT NICKOLODEON STUDIOS
"How'd it go?" my mom asked.
"Good," I said.
Then the director ran up to use and said "I want your daughter to guest star on my show!"
We both said Okay.
I heard a honk of a car horn. I saw it was one of my friends. Selena Gomez pulled up. "Hey Emma!" she said. "
"Hey," I said.
"Want to come to my house and hang out?" Selena asked.
"Sorry, I have a meeting with the guy who runs Kohls."
So I met with the guy and he said I get my own clothing line at Kohls. Yeah!
Ring, goes my phone. I look around my room and see posters of me all over the wall. My phone keeps on ringing, then I finally pick it up. "Hello, I answer.
"Hey, your dad told me about you being famous," says my Aunt Genetta.
After my long conversation on the phone with Genetta, I hear a knock at the door. I'm scared to open the door because what if it's the papparazzi! I take my chances. Of course it is the papparazzi! Click, click go the cameras. "Please, please, stop!" I say.
I quickly call my dad and tell him what's happening. He said to just shove them out of the way. I doa s I am told.
The next day in Gossip Weekly I see a picture of me holding my hands up saying "Stop!" A few hours later I invite a lot of my friends to my big mansion to have a party. I talk with the Chef and tell him what to make for the party. We decide to have a chocolate fountain, hamburgers from San Francisco, a salad bar, and a lot more.
After the party I'm very full. I fall fast asleep in my big bed.
One day I woke up by my alarm. I got up and I was getting ready for work. I stopped at a market. I looked in my wallet because it felt a little heavier. There was not just one check, but lots of them. It looked at least like there were 50 checks. I called my work and I told my boss I wouldn't be going to work anymore. He seemed a little mad. Then I called my mom and I told her that I was rich. She didn't believe me, but I told her to come over and we could go shopping. Of course she came shopping. My mom got two things. I got, like, 100 things. When mom saw the checks she ran to go get more stuff. I was surprised. My mom asked how I got all this money. I said I don't know! In the store I felt like I was being followed by a lot of people, as well as my mom. When I got to the parking lot I was surrounded by the papparazzi. There were 100 people or even more, it seemed. I got home safely, luckily. I lived in an old falling apart trailer and I had an idea. I said to my mom, Why don't you move in with me? She said she didn't want to be in my nasty house. She really seemed like she was the best mother. I told her not here, but in the house in front of us -- the castle. Of course she said yes. I gave my mom a quarter of the money. And I became the President and moved to the White House. My mom and I lived happily ever after.
One day I woke up and all of a sudden I was famous. When I woke up I turned on the TV and I saw me drawing a picture of a sunset. I told Rosey (my pug). She wagged her tail and barked with joy. When I looked out my window I saw hundreds of people, cameras flashing. I tried stay inside that day. It was hard to stay inside. It was a nice sunny day out. But at least I got to spend time inside with Rosey. Rosey is a very playful pup. I had to stay inside for twelve days. It was hard because it was 81 degrees out. After the twelve days I was not so famous, so I got to go outside and get some fresh air. I didn't like being famous.
One night I was barely known. Next day, I woke up and found a maid cleaning my room. I looked around and it wasn't even my room. I asked my maid "Where am I? who am I?'
My maid (Mary) said "You're in your room in your mansion. And your name is Scott." She said this with a confused look on her face.
I told her "Will you get out of my room, please?" So she left. I got dressed and went out to the front door. I looked out the side of the door and saw a crowd. I locked my doors and went into my kitchen and saw my family. I said "Would you want to do something fun this week?"
"Yes," they said. We got some ideas of some places we could go to that week.
I went into my room and got some music by me! While I was doing that my family was setting up a game of Life. We played two times. Then I went to the studio.
One Saturday I woke up, slowly, and this woman in black clothing, dark sunglasses, and a camera, was hanging on a nylon rope was outside my window taking pictures. I ran to my window.
"Go away!" I yelled at the woman. "Get out of here!"
The woman tugged on the rope and was pulled up yelling, "I got it! I got a picture of Tommi Hoyt! The boss'll be so happy!"
I was really confused. I went downstairs to the kitchen.
"Mom, Dad, there was a woman taking pictures outside my window," I told my parents.
"Oh, it's just the papparazzi again, sweetie." My mom said this so casually, like a woman hanging outside my window was normal.
"But, well....why?" I asked even more confused.
"Oh, well why wouldn't a Champion Olympic Snowboarder get followed by papparazzi?" laughed my mom and she peeled an orange.
I thought about this long and hard. How does someone just wake up famous? I decided I would take advantage of this, so I finally said, "Oh. Of course. How could I forget?"
"You have to go teach the snow boarding class at 3:00 PM, OK?" said my dad, who then took a sip of coffee.
"But I'm eleven."
"But you've been teaching it for three weeks now," said my dad sarcastically.
If I was a famous star I would bring my family members such as my grandmother and my other family from Australia. They would be so happy for me. Then I would sign autographs and do personal appearances on any TV stations I could be on. I would throw a party for all my family members and my friends, and they would like the party. Being famous wold be great for me because I would enjoy the after parties and gift bags. Then I would give money to charity for good causes. I would help people with my new fame, and they would feel good about themselves, and learn that anyone can be famous too. It's cool to be a famous star and I would be on talk shows. And also I would be in movies. I could be on posters and be on calendars.