A Whole Lot of June
Wednesday, September 1, 2010
MATH IN THE SUMMER IS LIKE RAIN IN THE SUMMER COLD AND DULL
Wednesday, August 4, 2010
Monday, August 2, 2010
Saturday, July 24, 2010
Tuesday, July 20, 2010
ENDANGERED SPECIES
Thursday, July 8, 2010
School is a process
A process for you
It might get you down
But don’t give up
Because those who give up
Are those who fail
The people that fail
Have no success
And I am sure
You do not want to be in such mess
So simply just try
Try your best
On Sid’s secret agent break, he decided to go to the park to meet other babies. He never actually had real friends before because he was so busy saving the world. On his way to the park in his mother’s car, he saw an advertisement for baby powder: “Mr. Wells Baby Powder”. The sign had a nice-looking man on it with emerald eyes and tan hair. He had never used baby powder before, and he wants to try it. After a few long minutes, he arrives at the park. The park had the same sign that he had seen when he was driving. Even though he wanted to meet some other babies, he was too distracted by the sign.
Eventually, he couldn’t hold in his want for baby powder. He immediately ran to his mom and pointed to the sign. His mom then drove to the drug store and bought two bottles of the baby powder. He started putting it on, and it soon started itching so much that Sid felt like he had roaring flames on his skin. Fortunately, Tiffany saw Sid’s pain, grabbed some hand lotion from her purse, and rubbed it on Sid’s skin.
Sid decided to confront the creator of the product, Mr. Wells, because he thought that Mr. Wells was up to no good. While Sid was supposed to be taking a nap, he slipped out the window and went to the powder factory. He quickly strolled inside the building, avoiding the security. As he got closer to Mr. Well’s office, two security guards leaped toward him. Sid used his piercing scream and the guards slowly turned a shade of bluish-purple, and they both froze.
Sid finally got to Mr. Well’s office. He slowly opened the creaky door and entered the room. The room was filled with at least 50 bottles of baby powder. As he looked around, he did not see anyone, but then he saw Mr. Wells. He was not the Mr. Wells Sid had seen on the advertising sign, but a hideous fat-fingered, bushy-eyebrowed man who smiled whenever he heard a scream of terror. He was a man with a cold heart and pleasure for money.
Sid opened his mouth to scream, but was overpowered by Mr. Well’s sausage fingers. Mr. Wells put a nearby pacifier in Sid’s mouth and thrust him onto his desk. Mr. Wells grabbed a metal letter opener and started to close in on Sid. He was so close, Sid could feel his hot, foul breath on his forehead. Mr. Wells cackled, “I got you now!”
Sid thought quickly and seized the nearby baby powder. He threw it onto Mr. Wells speedily. “Boom!” Mr. Wells blew up into cherry-red flames and screamed in terror as the powder melted his flesh.
1 MONTH LATER
Sid was driving to the park to finally meet some real friends. While he was there, he spotted a freckled faced boy getting teased by an angry teenager. As he was about to confront the bully, Sid noticed a sign next to a maple tree that said, “ Mr. Banks Baby Powder.” “Not Again!” he thought to himself.