rylee.mclam@oxbowhs.org

I wake up bright and early

There is snow on the ground

I hear the sound of snow being whoosed in the wind

Large chunks of snow sticking to the windows

I hear the phone ring for a snow day

I rush downstairs

The house at the end of my street is abandoned. It has been that way for as long as I can remember. The rickety old door with a large off white sign on the front that reads “NO TRESPASSING” in large red bold letters.

    I woke up as a turkey today. It’s funny because I dreamed of Thanksgiving last night. My family and I were sitting around the table and I heard my mom say “Becky if you eat much more you are going to turn into a turkey.” 

    It was a mid November afternoon. The days were getting shorter, and colder. Becca and her friend Sam decided to take their dogs for a walk on a trail they had never seen before.

Albino eye red,
Cheesy goldfish orange,
Fresh autumn corn yellow,
Evening lettuce green,
Frosty ice blue,
Evil villain purple,
Venomous snake violet,
Guilty rosey cheeks pink,
Stormy afternoon sky grey, 

     Sara is new to her school in Mississippi. Ever since she was a little girl, she has been very shy. It’s the very first day and she knows nobody in her 7th grade class.