Seventh Grade
    I feel the eyes of the other students blazing through my back. Ms. Delaney is looming over me as a cat does to a mouse. I did do my science homework. It was the first thing I did when I got home yesterday. But alas, I come out of my backpack empty-handed. Ms. Delaney sniffs and sits down at her desk writing what I know is a detention slip. My eyes drift to the yellow and orange lava lamp at her desk. My bloodstream envies its steady and calm flow. Ms. Delaney stands back up and delivers the slip to me.

    “Well then, Mr. Trelloi will be seeing you during detention is his room today.” Ms. Delaney turned away, proceeding on about amphibians and other cold-blooded animals. I don’t hear. I can’t hear. I can’t even think straight. All I hear is one word, echoing throughout my mind and my whole skeleton: Detention.

The last time I was at a special event was a Boston Red Sox baseball game. They were playing the Houston Astros.

We got up at 5:00 in the morning. We drove to the airport to get a rental car, then we started the four and a half hour car ride to Boston.

After what seemed like forever, we pulled into the parking garage. As I walked onto the street, it was amazing. The loud noise of seemingly endless people and traffic. The smells coming from food vendors along the streets by the stadium. It was as if all the sounds and smells of the world were amplified by 20!

As we walked through the gates, I suddenly smelled the unforgettable aroma of hot dogs and peanuts. The smell of Fenway Park.

We went to our incredible seats directly next to the Green Monster and watched batting practice, desperately trying to catch balls hit into the stands.

When leaves turn color,
They fall from above.

The fresh windy breeze
Pushes crispy leaves into a pile.

The beauty of nature,
We do not notice,

When autumn comes around.
When the colors come upon us,

They rush right by.
No time for appreciation,

We must stop in our snow tracks.
Turn back around,

The leaves have turned colored.

The fresh windy breeze,
spins the leaves to the ground.

The beauty of nature,
We do not notice,
When autumn comes around.
 

  Winter

As a cool breeze hits my neck, my fingers start to tingle. My face starts to get get blood red. My fingers are feeling numb now, and my feet too. My neck is starting to feel itchy from the wool scarf on my neck. Im home now sitting in front of the warm fire. I’m warm now and don’t want to go back outside. I just want to stay inside in front of the fireplace and drink my hot coco.