It was a warm day in Kosova. I was in my hotel and getting ready to go to the water park. I was running and then in the middle of the walking place I fell and I hurt my arm. My mom said, “are you okay?” I responded, “No. Can you put a wipe on my arm?”  But what I needed was a pizza. My mom helped me and put a wipe on it. It felt so much better and when I felt better my mom received me pizza. I was so happy. I went in the water. I felt water and I saw my family happy and sunny. I heard yelling I was happy and I was being brave.
 

Have you ever fell of your bike? When I was 8 I fell off my bike one time. It was last summer. We were at the sidewalk near my neighborhood. Then before dinner it was quiet like dark midnight. When I rode my bike with my brother Quy we orbited the sidewalk and I saw a hill and I wanted to go very fast and past my limit.

Next, I waited until he came to the hill. Later I said to my brother, “do you want to race?”  

“ Yes,” he replied. 

I smiled at him and I teased him, “ha ha I go faster than you.” 

Suddenly I saw a rock and I tried to break and the front wheel lifted up and it rotated so much. I felt like a rocket was launching into the sky, I felt resistance push me back, and I hit the rock. Just then I got crashed and I scraped my stomach.

I think that the portrait of the young woman is about to say. “Hi how are you. “ you would say good.”How are you. She would say “good.” ”What’s your name. “ You would say your name.”    Then she would ask to be friends. You would say yes or no. she would also ask for your phone number.

She would say  hi how are you because  I think that’s nice. I think her personality is nice and kind. She plays with everyone. She is friends with everyone. She is good 

When she goes to school.  She has very good grades.

    Next, she would say “What’s your name because she would probably like to know what she should call you. Also because she probably like to be your friend. Also if she wanted to call you and your mom and dad answered then she would have to ask for you.  Also if she saw you walking on the street then she would probably want to call for you.

Mystique

Once upon a time there was a girl named Jackie. She lived with her dad and her older sister.They were very, very poor and her dad was working 15 hours a day. He only got Sundays off.

 Her mom died last year of brain cancer in 1977. Jackie is 12 and her older sister, Cher, is 15. One day they were outside and Cher was on her Gameboy and Jackie was playing Hungry Hungry Hippos with her dad. Then Jackie heard a noise in the woods. She said, “What's that?” 

Her dad and sister were silent. So, Jackie decided to follow the noise. The wind was getting stronger and stronger. She could hear her mom's voice traveling through her mind like water down a stream.

 She wanted to go back but she got lost. She thought she could never find her way home. She was scared! She heard the voice again and then she saw a piece of hair on a tree branch. It was silky and soft. Jackie heard sticks cracking, like someone was walking towards her. 

Some nights I lie awake

Staring at the white rigid ceiling of my bedroom

Tossing and turning under the sheets

Listening to the quiet ringing sound

That comes with silence

 Telling myself all the things I

 “could have” or “should have” done

Over the course of the day

Replaying moments in my head the way I wanted them to turn out

Occasionally looking at the notebook on my side table 

I told myself I was gonna write in

 Reminding myself how cruel the world is

How easy it is to realize someone is rotten

But how hard it is to push them away

That it doesn’t matter how much kindness you give

People will always take

Leaving you even more empty then before

And how much tragedy there is

It seems like every time the world is mended

It’s torn again 

    The moon glowed brightly, casting a silvery hue on the whole clearing. The tall grasses swayed peacefully to a melody only they could hear and the water lapped against the shore in a gentle rhythm. The stars soaked the sky like specks of bright paint on a dark canvas, dancing to an untaught choreography. Everything was so calm. But that was about to change. It came so fast that even the trees, standing tall and rustling lightly now and then to add the soft song coursing through the veins of the forest, didn't see it was coming. It came hurtling from all sides. Picking up leaves abanded on the forest floor and scattering them like confetti, whipping through the cool night air and crashing through fluffy white clouds. Howling words of an unknown language. And finally disappearing over the glittering horizon, just beginning to show the first signs of daylight.                

Week 31     home

My house is where I eat and sleep, but the dance studio is where I live. Whenever I’m calling my friends in between classes, they hear the noises and ask where I am. 

I respond, “Home.” 

Whenever I come back from a long break, I stand in the doorway. 

    I think, “Finally, back home.”

Whenever I’m at my house I feel stressed, whether it’s homework I haven’t finished or a test that’s tomorrow. I never feel stressed at dance. Never had I been distracted from something going on at school. Never have I been worried that the teachers will get mad that I didn’t do the combination right. 

The people at dance are my family. The teachers are my aunts and uncles. They know how to have fun but also how to discipline. My friends at dance are my siblings and cousins. They always have your back, even when they accidentally hit you during a combination. 

The subway rattles and we sit down. 14 stops ahead of us-we have plenty of time. I look up to see a delicate lady with pale skin, long red-brown hair with streaks of gray in it and the bluest eyes. She pulled a silver 6s phone with no case out of her leather bag. My eyes go down , so she doesn't think I'm staring at her and I see her gray fur coat covering a thick plaid wool dress. Although, her apperance is very mature, she has a youthful look to her. 3 stops have passed and I have given no more thought to the woman. I look up again to see the very same woman, but instead she is wearing a long blue coat, with a  thick wool shawl that is green and blue plaid and long wool pants. Her bag is different and she pulls out a rose-gold 6s without a case. Wait, what? Slowly I realize that these indentical ladies are indentical twins. They laugh and talk and smile. I just can't peel my eyes away from them! Finally the 14 stops shrink to 2 and I have to say goobye to the unusual pair.