Poem about ants

The grass blew in the breeze

I blew some ants away when I sneezed

They flew down the hill

They rolled for a while and then lay still

Sitting here was very nice

Like sticking someone's head

In a bucket of ice

No more ants came by me

It made me sad

And very lonely

The magical piece of toast who ruled the universse, but then was eaten by a turtle who was eaten again by the another piece of toast who was eaten by one last turtle who was stomped by an elephant who could fly into sunsets and rainbows.

One magical day, a piece of toast was flying on his magic carpet, when he spotted a turtle trying to eat a different turtle. The first turtle was huge, and the other turtle had no shell, and was at least 10 times taller. The piece of toast was ruler of the universe, and decided that he would punish this fat turtle for eating another much smaller and much more innocent turtle. The piece of toast took off his Rolex, and backslapped the larger turtle. The turtle snatched the ruler of the universe, and ate him in one bite. The ruler of the ruler of the universe was another piece of toast that got angry for the fat turtle's greed. This piece of toast was much smarter, and decided to use strategy to beat the turtle. He flew in on TWO magic carpets, and slapped the turtle to death. The ruler of the ruler of the ruler of the ruler of the ruler of the ruler of the universe was  female turtle named Fran Stalinovstovichdavidovitschky.  She got angry at the ruler of the ruler of the universe for killing her fellow tortoise, and decided to eat him with her toast powers. She swooped down for the kill, slicing the piece of toast to shreds. She took the piece of toast back to her magical kingdom, and burned it to death. Fran  was victorious, but not for long. A giant flying elephant with a hot pink vest and a Joseph A Bank tie and suit came out of nowhere and smashed the turtle. The elephant was now the ruler of all universes, and happily flew out into the sunset and over the rainbow.

In The Lottery, the main theme is tradition. The Lottery is actually a ritual that has been going on forever in this town. When a person wins the lottery, then his/her family pick from a box again. Whichever person picks the black dot on a piece of paper gets killed. Many people in the story talk about how the ritual should be changed and shouldn't go on anymore. The elders of the town can't stand a change, because this is the ay that they have been living since they were born. In the story, it doesn't say why or how the lottery started, it only tells how it works, and the reason they still do it. If it explained why or how it started, then maybe it would seem  easier to understand why the elders won't change it. Now it just seems that the elders want to see people killed, because they won't change the laws concerning the lottery.

Jeffrey Saint Thomas Alejandro de Smith a la Jojo the Pickle

I watched Phillip day after day eat different pickles out of the jar. Some of them were skinny, and some fat. I also watched as Phillip would stand on the scale every day and then would start to cry. He was eating way too much, and the scale was proof. It was the next day that Phillip had taken his long vacation. I had wanted to be eaten for my entire life, and the chance was slipping away. 2 weeks later when Phillip still hadn't returned, I started to get sick. I was puking every day in my own pickle jar, and it was starting to fill. Now only my neck and head remain above the jar. I hope that Phillip will return soon so I can be eaten at last and freed from this terrible place. OHHHHH!!!!! Here it comes again. Blagh!

The poor pickle named Jeffrey Saint Thomas Alejandro de Smith a la Jojo had drowned in his own puke.

The tomato Rico Jones watched from a distance s one of his greatest friends who he had never even met died slowly.

Phillip's Plane Crash

No one knows when they will die. No one knows how they will die. No one knows why they will die. Phillip was no different. He thought he was going to live to be very old. He thought he was going to have great grandchildren. He thought he was going to live through the year. But he didn’t know that death had been looking for him for a long time. Sometime soon, death may just catch up to Phillip, and they will have a nice lunch and a long chat. Or death could just take Phillip by the hand, and take him off the face of the earth. For most of the people that knew Phillip, they would like plan B to happen as soon as possible.

                Phillip hopped off his moldy mattress and made an attempt to leap over the stack of beer cans, empty chip bags, and candy wrappers that had accumulated around the bed of the fattest man to live over the age of 40. Having failed once again, Phillip lifted his beach ball sized head out of an empty Cheetos bag. His head was hurting, but today was not a day for losing, and having tomatoes thrown at your face like every other day of the year. Today was moving day. With excitement in his mind, Phillip grabbed his suitcase, and headed out the door. After about 10 seconds of hard and intense thinking, Phillip walked back in his 15 foot by 15 foot apartment, and grabbed another bag of chips, this time Lays Baked. If today was going to be great, why not make it even greater by gorging yourself with greasy non healthy food that could make you look like a miniature planet walking down the street. This was Phillip’s motto, and he stuck to it like paper sticks to glue. After opening the jumbo sized bag, Phillip turned on the ignition of his car, and peeled out of the driveway and off towards the airport.

                Phillip first saw the airport about 25 minutes after leaving the apartment that he proudly called his home. Next, he saw the plane he was going to be flying in. It was the smallest there, and looked as if it was made out of cardboard. Not first class material, but it would have to do. After he was finished parking, Phillip turned to see the damage he had caused in the parking lot. He made a mental checklist. Two dented doors, one smashed window, five broken mirrors, and two smashed headlights. The shattered headlights came off of a yellow Lamborghini that was as bright as the sun itself. Not too bad considering that Phillip had failed his driver’s test more than 40 times now. But there was no time to lose. Having a flight leaving in less than 20 minutes put a lot of adrenaline coursing through his veins. Phillips was an Olympic sprinter, shot-putter, and high jumper at the same time. He threw two old women out of his way as if they were old. He leaped over a stray cat making it look as if it were only 5 inches high. And he sprinted the 30 yards from his car to the elevator in under two minutes which was a new personal record. Feeling proud and accomplished, Phillip closed the door to the elevator, and headed down to the baggage check.

                No more and no less than 15 minutes later, Phillip was getting onto the plane, and had the entire world on his side. Everything had gone right today, except for the failed attempt at jumping over the beer, chip, and candy wrapper style of hoarding. That was all behind him now, and he felt that if he had another chance, that he would complete the miraculous jump into beer and chip jumping history. Wouldn’t that be a great name to have; The World Champion Beer and Chip jumper. Phillip settled into his seat and tried to make himself comfortable as that thought of greatness sailed through his beach ball sized head with a pea sized brain. Then without any warning, the plane soared just above the black pavement, and accelerated forward into the clear sky. Looking out the small window, Phillip could see the emerald green trees everywhere except the highway, and the airport. Free at last, Phillip thought to himself. Free at last.

                Or so he thought. Phillip awoke as the plane lurched back and forth. He glanced once again out the window, and saw nothing but blue for miles and miles. Why was he above the ocean? Philip’s mind raced to try and remember where he was moving to. Hawaii he remembered. Then once again the question came to him, “Why am I above the ocean.” Suddenly the plane rocked to one side and started to do a barrel roll. Phillip didn’t move however, because his sumo sized body took up the entire row of seats, and his head was smashed against the ceiling. An announcement came to the passengers through a radio device. “We are in crash mode. The plane is going down. We have no life vests, so make any calls needed, and pray for your life.” For about 10 seconds here was absolute silence. Then “AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Were all going to die! AAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!! Were all going to die!” Phillip was entertained. In fact, he laughed hysterically. Except you can’t laugh when your under water, so Phillip stopped as soon as the plane made impact with the Pacific Ocean. Looking around, Phillip could see the closed eyes of every passenger on the plane, and their limp bodies. Phillip’s immense size must have made the blow not as bad for him as for every other poor soul on this piece of metal.

                Although Phillip did have a brain that was no larger than a pea, he happened to know a lot about sharks. He knew that sharks could smell blood from over a mile away. He also knew that one of the fiercest sharks known to man lived off the coast of Hawaii. Another fact he knew, was that when sharks smell blood, they swim towards the blood. Glancing around, Phillip noticed an arm floating towards him that had been chopped off at the impact. The water was a pool of lava. Everywhere he turned, Phillip saw red, red and more red. Panic turned to shock, then to fear, then to both. He needed to get out of here. Having such a giant body allowed him to hold his breath for longer, but not for too long. Open water and fresh blood was all he could see. Making himself as thin as the fattest toothpick on Earth, Phillip popped out of the seat and did his best doggy paddle to the surface.

                The first thing Phillip felt was the cold. His entire body shook as it struggled to look for any source of heat. Phillip’s head bobbed below the surface, and when he came back up, he knew that he was in big trouble. Not being able to swim very well was by far the biggest disadvantage for Phillip other than his weight of course. His day had started so perfectly, it seemed almost impossible that it could turn out this bad. There was no way that he could give up though. Hawaii’s coast was just a few miles away, and he had the wind at his back. Turning and doggy paddling towards the land, Phillip never turned back. Had he done so, he would have peed his pants and flipped his lid. A fin sticking slightly out of the water was gaining on him and fast. Having only seconds left in his life, Phillip was about to have a long chat and a nice lunch with death itself.

TO BE CONTINUED….

Free blacks in the northern state

                During the Civil War, black people in the south were slaves. It was a law in the North that black people should be free. Were they really free to live their lives however they wanted? Did they have every single freedom that white people had? I don’t think that Black people were free in the north during the civil war, because they still couldn’t go to the same school as white people, or drink at the same fountains, or go to the same bathroom. They weren’t allowed to do the same things that white people could do, even though black people were supposed to be free.

                Even though black people were supposed to be free, they still had many restrictions against them. For example, black people were not allowed to vote. Every white man of legal age was allowed to vote, but for some reason, white people wouldn’t allow black people to vote. They were also restricted from being in court, or part of the jury. Black people couldn’t go to the same churches, or live in the same areas as white people. White people would live in very ritzy areas of cities, while black people would live in rundown homes, and other bad spots to live. White people also had better jobs than black people most of the time, and got better pay. While it seemed like black people were free, they really weren’t for most of the part. 

                Although black people had many restrictions against them, they had many freedoms compared to blacks in the south. In the south, almost all black people were slaves. In the north however, black people were allowed to work to support their family. They were also allowed to do whatever they wanted with the money they made. Even though many of the black people had so many restrictions, just being able to work for a living and have a job was considered being free. It seems that anything but slavery was considered freedom.

               Even though black people weren’t slaves in the north, they still were not liked by every white person. There were many white people in the north that wanted slaves to do the work for them. There were also many white people who were fine with the idea of black people being free. Many white people came to the realization that every man is equal, while many of them were the exact opposite. The whites in the south were obviously not happy with this, so unhappy that they started a war over it. So there were many different beliefs about black people being free in the north. 

                So, were black people in the north really free? Or were they just not slaves. There is a huge difference. Being a slave means that you have no freedoms what so ever. Blacks in the north were allowed to have a job, and were allowed to make money for their families. They had freedom of religion.  I don’t think that black people in the north were completely free, because of all the restrictions against them.

Big Yellow taxi and Field Below response

In the poems/songs Big Yellow Taxi and Field Below, the songs don't exactly reflect how the poems sound. In Field Below, the mood of the song actually represents what the poem sounds like. In Big Yellow Taxi though, the poem sounds sad and regretful, but the song sounds happy and joyous. When the poems are read, they sound almost the same. Both authors made it sound like something was missing from life, and that they have a huge regret. I find it weird that such a sad poem could be transformed into a happy song.

Gummi Bears Poem

Gummi bears are so sweat
They are a food I want to eat
But i don't have any here
So why not chug a beer
How bout a MGD
So delicious you will see
Not as good as a gummi bear
I want to have them everywhere
But then i would get fat
And i want my stomach to stay flat
Every where i go it seems
I see so many gummi bears which means
That America is fat
It's unfortunate but that is that

Mother To Son

Authors Note: This is a piece based on the poem From Mother to Son

In the poem "Mother to Son" by Langston Hughes, there were many metaphors. An example of a metaphor was when the author wrote Life ain't been no crystal stair. When the mom said this, she was telling her son how life is never easy, and no matter how hard it gets, you have to keep climbing. When the mom was talking, the mood in which she was talking made her sound not very educated at all, because she used lots of slang words and improper grammar. The figurative language used also made it sound like she was proud of the life she had lived, even though there were many " cracks in the stair" and she didn't live on a "crystal staircase."

Author's Note:  This is a character description of Percy Jackson in The Sea of Monsters

When Percy Jackson walks in the room, the first thing you will notice is that the normally bright eyes seem dark and mysterious as if they have seen too much. With Percy Jackson this is the case. You will probably smell blue cupcakes because his mom makes them almost every single day for the two of them. Percy will stay hunched over with his eyes down not making eye contact with anyone. This is because his eyes  have seen too much. He is afraid that people will notice. There also might be a hint of dog drool on his clothes, because his giant dog takes up half the apartment. Percy definitely has seen too much.

The Fate of the World

Percy turned to find a giant dog taller than most buildings glaring down at him. The ground shook, and the dog let loose a bellow of fury that probably caused many earthquakes on the surface of Los Angeles. Even with the giant beast giving him the evil eye, Percy did not panic. Walking nervously toward the dog, Percy prayed that to his dad Poseidon, and the other gods that when he went under Cerberus’s legs, that it would not sit down. In the book The Lightning Thief by Rick Riordan, Percy Jackson has to go through many tough times. For example, the fate of the world may just rest on his shoulders. No big deal right? Wrong. In the book Gone, by Michael Grant, the main character Sam has to go through many of the same problems including having the fate of the world resting on his shoulders. Both books have the same problem, and the main characters in both books seem almost identical as well. Will they both come out victorious, or will one or both be killed?

Having only one problem at a time in your life might not seem so bad. What if that one problem were figuring out how to save the world form what seemed like an unstoppable force? Now life just got a lot worse. For Percy Jackson and Sam Temple, that is the case. The problem in The Lightning Thief is that the Greek god Zeus has had his Master Lightning Bolt stolen. Percy was accused of stealing it, because his dad is Poseidon. If the Bolt is not returned by the Summer Solstice, then the Gods will start a war, and the world will most likely be ripped to shreds. Since Percy is the accused, he must go find it. In Gone, out of the middle of nowhere all the people over the age of 15 have vanished, and a barrier is blocking kids in the city from leaving. It is up to Sam to fix this problem, because he is known as a leader by many kids living there. If he can’t figure out a way to stop this, then everyone living there will eventually turn 15 and blink out. What Sam and Percy have in common is that they both have to find a way to save the world, and quick.

Even though it is against all odds, both main characters find a way to get through and win their final battles. Both Sam and Percy show great leadership and bravery toward the end of the book, and it paid off. For example from The Lightning Thief, Percy shows bravery by standing up to the God Ares, and faces him in battle to try and return the Master Bolt. When Percy wins, he kindly returns it to Zeus, who in return decides not to kill him. In Gone, Sam has to fight his evil brother who he never knew he had. Sam had him trapped in a corner, but instead of killing him right away, he gave him the choice of leaving forever, or death. Doing so showed lots of leadership, bravery, and honesty.

Although both the main characters and the books had a lot in common, they also have some traits and factors that are different. For example, the plot in Gone is a lot different from The Lightning Thief for a large chunk of the book until the end. In Gone, Sam knew from the beginning that he had a special power, and what he could do with it. Percy on the other hand had no idea that he was the son of a Greek God until his mom was forced to take him to the camp for Half Bloods. Also, when Percy got to the camp, he didn’t realize he was anything more important than he already was. With Sam though, he knew right from the start. Another difference is that Sam and Percy have a much different way of running things. Sam doesn’t usually like being the center of attention, but when people look up to him, he makes sure he answers their needs. Percy also doesn’t like the spotlight, and when people look up to him he backs down. Telling people what is going to happen and how he is going to make sure that everything is fine is just not his thing.

Although there are many similarities and differences between both of the novels, there are definitely more similarities. Both of the main characters have the same huge problem, and they both succeed. Sam tried to be the hero, and it actually worked. Percy fought alongside his friends in order to be victorious. Being brave can get you only so far. Leading and being brave at the same time got the main characters even farther.

Percy: The Importance of Family

In the book The Lightning Thief, Percy has many problems. One problem is that he has a Greek God as a parent. This means that instead of being a normal kid with a normal life, he is an abnormal kid with no dad, except for his ugly fat step-dad Gabe. Gabe has no love for Percy, which means that Percy's life is absolutely terrible. Being the only one that cares for him, his mom is forced to take care of him which is a near impossible task because he has gotten expelled from every school he's gone to. Having a very hard life is nothing new for Percy, but he still would not be able to survive without his mom. The importance of a good mom is huge in Percy's life, and it is the only reason he has been able to keep it together.

Some things that Percy's mom has done to really help Percy was to marry Gabe. It may seem crazy, but Gabe is what has kept the monsters away from him all this time. His horrific smell and lack of hygiene has kept the monsters unaware of Percy's existence. If Gabe had not been around, then Percy would never have been kept alive long enough to go to Camp Half Blood. If he hadn't gone to Camp Half Blood, then he never would have been able to return Zeus's master Bolt. If he couldn’t have done that, then the world would be at nuclear war with itself, and the Gods would turn against one another.

Although it seems that Percy's mom went through you know what and back by marrying Gabe, she has had to go through far worse for him. After Percy's real dad (the Greek God) left them, his mom has had to deal with a heartbreaking experience. She was forced to come to the realization that marrying a god wasn't going to work out, even though they loved each other. In the book, the author writes this like it is the worse experience ever to go through for Percy's mom. Driving Percy all the way to Camp Half Blood where he could be safe was also no problem right? Not exactly. She was being chased by the minotaur, which is a giant bull like monster. The minotaur took her and sent her to Hades. She didn't exactly die, but the experience was no different. Without her going through both of these, Percy would be dead and the world would be at war.

Even though Percy's mom may not seem as powerful as a Greek God or even Percy himself, they all have a huge thank you to give her. Percy saved the world, and his mom saved him. In other words, she saved the world. Once again, the only reason Percy is still alive is all because of his mom. All of the decisions she made has helped Percy stay safe, and out of the monsters hands. Percy could turn out to be the most famous Olympian in all of the world, and it will be his mom who is to thank. If there is a true hero in this book then it is definitely his mom. Percy was the one who got all the glory for returning from a quest, but he never could have gotten there without a great parent like his mom.

Letter to Percy

Dear Percy Jackson,

It has come to my attention that Zeus's Master Lightning Bolt has been stolen, and he thinks that it was you who committed the crime. Some possible reasons for him thinking this are that you are Poseidon's son. Him and Zeus don't get along very well at all, so he should have a good reason to think this. Another possible reason is that there was a treaty signed withing the gods that stated that they can have no more children. You became Poseidon's son after this treaty was made. Zeus may think that you were born only for the sole purpose of taking his bolt. I'm not saying that you are not important, because you obviously have proven yourself to be.

There are only a few possible resolutions to the problem that could end up destroying the world. One of the solutions, could be doing things the hard way. You could travel over the entire country to try and find the master Bolt and return it to Mt. Olympus in two weeks. This would probably save your life (if Zeus is feeling generous), and it could stop all the arguing going on between Zeus and your dad. One other possible resolution would be to try and find any sort of proof that you did not take the most powerful weapon in the world. This might be an easier task, but even if you can find proof, Zeus will probably kill you anyways as long as the Master Bolt isn't returned by the Summer Solstice.
This leaves you a choice. You can either go out and search for the Master Bolt, or find proof that neither you or Poseidon didn't take it. It is your choice, but you need to act quickly seeing as the Solstice is in only 14 days time. The fate of the world may be resting on your soldiers, and chances are fifty fifty that you will be killed. Good luck, and no pressure!!!!

Signed,
Unknown writer

The Patriot Movie Essay

Bang! The shot fired by Gabriel hit a redcoat square in the chest. Being his father, Benjamin sat watching from a short distance. Picking up another blood stained rusty musket, he took aim and fired, connecting with his target. What would you do if your oldest son decided to go fight in the revolutionary war, with your side having barely a slim chance at winning? During both the movie The Patriot and the book My Brother Sam is Dead that is exactly what happens. Many similarities, and many differences occur between the two, but there are more similarities.

There are many similarities between both the book and the movie. For example, the main character Tim from My Brother Sam is Dead, has to watch his older brother walk off to the war to fight for the colonists, even though his family is loyal to England. Benjamin, who is the main character from The Patriot, has to watch his son walk off to war not knowing if he will ever see him again. Both of the kids that walked off to war were around 17-18 in age, and they both told their fathers the same thing before they left. They both said, “My duty to my country comes first before anything else.” When Sam did that from the book, his father got extremely angry, but when Gabriel said that, his father only tried desperately to talk him out of it. Should they both have listened to their fathers advice, or will they have made the right decision?

Although there are many similarities between the two, they also have many differences. For example, Sam from the book belongs to a Tory family, which means that when he went to fight for the colonists, it was almost treason to his family. Being a soldier has to be tough, because you almost leave everything your family had ever believed in, to go fight in some crazy war that no one thinks you can win. Gabriel on the other hand had a family loyal to the Colonies. When he walked out, his family did not think badly of him at all, they were just worried that he would be killed. Another difference is that in The Patriot, Gabriel’s father Benjamin came into the war with him after a while, just to get his revenge. Without the men, the family has to go into hiding which makes just staying alive quite difficult.Life (Sams Dad) from the book My Brother Sam is Dead however,does not want any part of the war. The two fathers’ are completely different except for the fact that they both hated the idea of their sons going into war.

Even though there are many differences between the book and the movie, there were definitely more similarities. Although Benjamin and Sam’s father thought differently, they both wanted the same thing, which was to have their sons out of the war. In the end, Gabriel and Sam made the wrong decision. Gabriel was stabbed and died in Benjamin’s arms, while Sam was shot for treason to his troops. Even though the movie and the book end a little differently, the end result is that same. The Patriot and My Brother Sam is Dead had a lot in common, and not much different.

The frog named Jim's Life

Along the waterline, Jim the fat dark green frog sat perched upon an even darker green lily pad overlooking the crystal clear lake. The lake was a glass window, unmoving, and transparent. Jim often wondered what secrets the deepest depths of the giant lake held. Jim continued to scan the horizon that had the bright sun just breaking out over the tops of the trees that looked as if they had been set on fire. Jim was not interested in watching the sun rise today though. He hopped onto another smaller lily pad, which almost sank under his massive weight. He continued to hop until he reached the uninhabited shore which was filled with dead leaves that had fallen from the trees. He hopped some more until he sat upon a hollowed out log which was the ideal spot for catching flies. Spotting one immediately, he waited for the precise moment to attack. His dark black eyes darted from side to side as if dancing to a beat. Then suddenly, he lunged forward with his long sticky pink tongue until it reached the fly. His tongue was a fleshy boomerang. It would go out, catch the pray and come right back. The fresh taste of blood and garbage filled his taste buds as the fat and juicy fly was swallowed up. Jim took satisfaction in the kill, mainly because he was so hungry. For quite some time, he sat staring around at his surroundings. His eyes moved from the thick oak trees filled with color on his left to the clear sky and water on his right. Jim really was just a tiny creature who craved flies and nothing else. All of a sudden a black missile flew straight in front of him, and Jim instantly recognized the 3D eyes and transparent wings. Once again his pitch black eyes darted from side to side, and then suddenly, he attacked.

How Phillip's Life Ended

On the coldest winter day in the history of the world, Phillip had the worst possible job in the history of the world with the worst possible boss in the history of the world. It was not that he hated his job, but it was freezing out, his boss was a lunatic, and he might freeze to death. It was -39 degrees outside, and the wind was blowing at 13 miles an hour. Phillip had watched the news previously in the morning on his 12 inch TV, and the weather guys were saying that it could be suicide to go out in the cold for any longer than 10 minutes. Phillip took this news as an excellent sign that work was canceled, but boy was he poorly mistaken. While he was walking back toward his white lump of a bed, Phillip heard the phone ring. His boss would not tolerate that his employees take one day of rest during the year, which included Christmas and today. Days of rest would mean less money for him, and less money for him meant less donuts and McDonald’s trips. With no work, Phillip could have done whatever his heart intended. Now he got to look forward to a freezing day of pushing shopping carts. As Phillip hung up on his outraged boss, he slipped on his coat and walked out the door.


Whoever the weather man was had not been lying. Right when Phillip walked in his garage the wind almost threw him off his feet and back into the garage door. Slowly steadying himself, he reached for the handle on his 1991 minivan. Phillip was able to avoid the wind, but when he got in, the wind slammed the car door so hard that it knocked Phillip into the passenger seat. Phillip loudly grunted as he turned the keys in the ignition. car would not start. This could not be happening to him, not now. Trying to control himself was hard. Slamming on the wheel as hard as he could, did not make the anger leave him. Before he did the action, he knew he would regret it. His hands smashed into the horn causing not only an annoying sound to follow, but also lots of pain shooting up his arms. Yet still, the car would not start. Without his car, Phillip would have to walk to work. Seeing that there was no point in trying to start the rusty old vehicle anymore, Phillip just rested his head on the seat for a few seconds before deciding what to do. Until the weather cleared up, or his car got fixed Phillip was stuck with walking to work.


Phillip flung the door open as hard as he could, and to his amazement, it came off its hinges. Great now he had lost his car completely. All of a sudden, caprice came over him. What used to be anger had turned to a terrible sense of loss. Memories of his old job, his wife, his kids and his whole life went flashing through his mind in seconds. Phillip had lost everything. He had lost his job. He had lost his wife and kids to a car accident. He had lost his whole life in a matter of 48 hours. Without his family, his life was ruined. Suddenly Phillip turned, and started walking to work. As if a light switch had been turned from on to off, the memories faded, and vanished.


Walking to work was very difficult, and when Phillip had gotten to the nearby Wal-Mart, his hands were so cold that when he tried to grab the first set of shopping carts, his hand could not grasp the handle. With no hands, Phillip could not work. Feeling as though he were paralyzed, Phillip sulked into the bathroom to try and warm up some. After his hands could move some, he marched out of the stinky old bathroom that needed a new paint job, and walked outside straight to the first line of carts that needed to be brought back in. As of now it was the worst job anyone could ever imagine, but he was proud of being able to do something so thrilling and make some money doing so. For some people, they got to sit in a boring office that smells of coffee and stare at a computer screen. Phillip decided this was better. Throughout the day, Phillip would take breaks, and before he knew it, it was lunchtime. It had been half a work day with not many problems, but would the second half be just as easy?


Even though the first part of the day had been epic and flawless, Phillip was having doubts about the second half. For starters, the first think that went wrong, was that Phillip slipped on some ice. Following this, the next thing that went terribly wrong was that he could not stabilize himself properly on the pavement, so he landed on his head. He felt something pop in his back, and then the world spun, and Phillip was on the ground. Without any customers around to see the fall, he was alone.

Even though there were no customers around, Phillip was feeling embarrassed. As he tried to get up, he noticed he could not move his entire body. There was no pain at any part of his body at all. With no pain, Phillip was utterly confused at what was going on. Suddenly out of nowhere, a sense of dread came over him. Whatever the popping in his back had been , the no pain, and the fact that he could not move gave him one conclusion. This time, Phillip literally was paralyzed. Phillip then realized that the only thing he could move was his head, and only a slight rotation was possible. Then a sound of absolute terror filled his ears. The honk of a truck and the squeaking of its breaks and tires as it were backing out made him want to get up and run, but he could not do that. Phillip had been in lot 30, the one closest to where the trucks came and went to drop off or pick up supplies. Tilting his head as far as it could go, Phillip saw a large pitch black tire slowly inching its way toward his limp body.

The Lightning Thief Prediction

The book The Lightning Thief is about a 12 year old boy named Percy Jackson. Percy isn't a normal human being, because his dad is a Greek god. As soon as Percy figures out about this, his life begins to change. He gets run down by a minotaur in his first day knowing that he is a half blood. Then after defeating the minotaur, he runs straight into Camp Half Blood which is were all of the half bloods live and train. This book follows a comedy plotline, because Percy's world is not in peril or distraught, and is not perfect either. At this point in the story it is hard to tell exactly what will happen to Percy, seeing as he does not know his godly parent yet, and has not proven himself to be good at anything at the Camp. I think that when Percy does find out who his godly parent is, that he will become a very powerful half blood. I also think that when he finds who his godly parent is, that he will find himself in the world and realize his purpose. Also I think that by the end of the book, he will solve the main conflict, which is that Zeus's lightning bolt has been stolen. Since the book follows a comedy plotline, something good will happen at the end of the book. I think that this is why Percy will solve the main conflict. Percy from this book can be related to the main character Matt from the book Gone. They have many differences, but they are both looking for their purpose in the world, and they both have a dad they have never seen before. They also both have to solve a huge problem that could make or break the world.

Response to Thankyou Ma'am

How would you feel if you were dirt poor, and the only way you could make money for yourself is to steal? In the short story Yes Ma'am, this is how Rodger lives. It seems that he has no parents around to watch over him, or care for him, which forces him to take care of himself. Rodger tries to steal a ladies purse, and fails. The woman (whose name is Mrs. Jones) takes him home and feeds him his first meal of the day. She seemed to teach him lessons on not to steal and to respect other people and their property. Did Rodger actually learn his lesson, or will he just walk away unchanged?

Even though Rodger seems like a bad kid, there is always a reason for that happening. In the story, he tells Mrs. Jones that there aren't any parents at home. If a kid doesn't have parents to care for him, that can probably leave them scarred. I think that when Mrs. Jones makes him wash his face and has a talk with him about what he did, that he really does change. I think that after he leaves her house, that he will never try to steal again. Rodger learns to respect other peoples property, and also not to steal. In the end, Rodger came out a better person.