Mrs. Gray and Mrs. Brown

I am Cynthia Macalina and I love to read books. Big books, little books but my favriotes are my books about me and my best friend Mrs. Brown. Mrs. Brown was our school librarian. She always put her hair in a athletic pony tail. She would dye her hair pink for crazy hair day and she would wear her pink leapord print pjs to school (sometimes not on pj day!) on pj day. On my first day of school in kindergarten we went to the library. I went right up to the big kid books and picked out the thickest book I could find and carry. I set it down on Mrs. Browns desk and said "I am Cynthia Macalina and I like to read books. Big books, little books but my favriotes are my books about me." Mrs. Brown smiled. "Im sure you will like the library. It is full of big books and little books. But maybe you could give us some books about you. Then we would have all the books you would like." "That would be stupendous!" I said saying the biggest word I knew. And once she stamped my book I sat down on a stool and started reading silently. "We are learning how to read in the library." said my teacher Mrs. Minkle. "No thank you. I already know how." I said. "You have to learn to read to get out of kindergarten." she said. I started reading Moby Dick to her. From then on I read with Mrs. Brown. She was tall and had brown eyes and hair and when my class would come in I would wave and she would wave back and smile. When I would walk past her to grab my book I wouldnt say a word. But when I would go and pick up my big kid book and take it over to her to stamp she would say "Cynthia Macalina." like I was in trouble "yes." I would always reply "How has life been treating you?" "Mrs. Brown, life has been treatin' me awsome! How bout' you?" she would smile and shake her head."Gonna' be gone next year, gonna' be gone." I never knew it but she was talking about for good. She would check me out and I would say "Thank you Mrs. Brown" in my cutesy tootesy voice and she would laugh and give me a hug. Then she would walk around the counter and sit down with me. She would listen to my fluent reading as she would act astounded I would smile. We would be happy. That all ended in second grade. I walked like I normally do but I didnt see Mrs. Brown. What I did see was Mrs. Gray. I walked over to the big kid books and was just about to pick up Oliver Twist when she hobbled over to me and said "You can not read those big books. They are for big kids only." and she picked me up partially and dragged me off to story time. They were learningh to read words like their and here and there. I sat in the corner. Everything looked gray. Mrs. Gray had gray hair and a straight down gray dress and my usually colorful friend Tina was gray all over! My life is coming to an end and there was Oliver Twist in Mrs. Grays evil clutches. "Why me?" I moaned. "What?" asked Mrs. Gray sharply. "I didnt say anything" I lied. I made sure to show my hate through those words. The next day I went past the library and saw Mrs. Brown! I ran over to her and gave her a hug. "What happened to you?" she asked. "Mrs. Gray." I awnsered. " I didnt want you to have Mrs. Gray, I wanted you to have Mrs. Pink! She must have gotten mixed up!" We laughed. I told her about what happened and she checked out Oliver Twist. I wrote her that story about me. Except one part. I changed my introduction to "I am Cynthia Macanali and I love to read books. Big books, little books but my favriotes are books about me and my best friend Mrs. Brown. The best librarian ever!

Aa Ask how to quilt
Bb Begin with a simple pattern
Cc Call a friend
Dd Decide what fabric
Ee East on Red Road
Ff Fabric ripped
Gg Get more fabric
Hh Hit your head it was so obvious
Ii I finally did it
Jj Jeez. That was easy
Kk Kniting looks like fun
Ll Like it
Mm My gosh.
Nn Nothing is easy
Oo Over the top
Pp Pink or Orange needles
Qq Quiet
Rr Rats look cute
Ss Smell like poop
Tt Turtles
Uu UNDERWEAR? Not on your turtle!
Vv Vultures dont look tasty
Ww Went away
Xx Xyzlophone
Yy Yells
Zz Zebras are cute too.

Cant I have all that?

Cats are wonderful. I think they are wonderful because you can pet them. That is not their best. Cats let you know when you annoy them. They have attitude. If they are hungrey they whine. The reason I think cats are wonderful is that they cant talk!

Peace Girl

What is happening?” I asked my locker neighbor Ashley. “Oh. Everything. Mrs. Sugar- plum has a new kid and right when he came through the door she coughed up her breakfast! And then that little kid, what is his name?” I quickly stopped her from giving details on the incident. “No. Not in the whole school. Over there, in the corner that locker hasn’t been used for at least five years. I know because my sister was at that locker right next to it. That girl shouldn’t be using it. Its haunted!” then disaster struck. The head right next to my locker turned. It was Margaret! You probably think Margaret is a nose squirt, A+, nowhere near not knowing how to spell fifty-letter words nerd. But she was the most popular stuck up seventh grader I ever knew. “There is no such thing as haunted lockers. You watch way too many movies. I mean, have any of you girls heard of a haunted locker?” she looked expectantly at her troupe of girls. They all snickered at the question. “Then no?” she looked at them she turned to me. “see?” well that got me mad you can insult me you can punch me. You can do almost anything except treat me like a baby. She had done everthing except the last in my life time. She just did the last.


I stood up. I was furious, so was Ashley. I was just about to punch her in her mouth and hope it swelled up so big she couldn’t talk when the girl from the haunted locker came in between us. She had bell bottom jeans on with peace signs embroidered on the side. She had on a long pink T-shirt with you guessed it. A peace sign on it. This one was not embroidered, it was drawn on in black sharpie, she showed them a quick peace sign and walked off. Margaret gasped. “No one, no one, ever drops their puny little brains into margarets bisneuss.” She said whispering in fear and anger. “Looks like someone just did and I don’t think your girls know everything. Do you Ashley?” she smirked in response. “I think my girls are smarter than both of you put together. Don’t you girls?” there was no response. She almost always had her eyes closed when she said that. We sneaked off to class. Five minutes later there was a BRRRRRRRRING! Margaret was late to class! Finally! Then I noticed the girl. I stood up after writing a note that said this:

HEY! I am Flow. Who are you?

Then I dropped it on her desk as I walked over to water fountain. I looked at the girl she acted like she didn’t do any thing. That is because she wasn’t at her desk! She was talking to her teacher Mr. Sinker. “I am the new kid” I heard her say. She pointed to me. Mr. Sinker nodded. “Flow, I have to talk to you in the hall.” She must have made it sound bad. What a traitor I am not ever going to try to make new friends again. Flow, I heard you were nice to our new friend flora.” I gasped. We shared the same terrible name. When I walked back to my seat I saw a note I read it. It said this:


HEY! I am Flow. Who are you?

I am Peace Girl. I like peace.


Under that I wrote lots and Peace Girl wrote lots back. Eventually I saw it like this:


HEY! I am flow. Who are you?
I am peace girl. I like peace.
Do you want to come to my house with me?
Sure! As long as you like peace. Do you?
Yes!
After school meet me at the haunted locker.
Where is that?
It is yours.
Mine is haunted?
Yes!
Class is starting!



Finaly school ended and by that time they were great friends. School was normaly like that first day. By the end of the school we were best of friends ans they never stopped talking. On the last day of school I was walking over to peace girls locker. I saw Margaret leaning on her locker. “what are you doing?” I asked feverishly. “leaning. Duh.” She said “didn’t you hear. She ran away!” “no she didn’t” I said. “are you going to cry? Get it over with!” her friends started sniggering again. All I could her were her words. I jumped on top of the bench next to the bench without thinking and jumped with all my might. Margaret was squashed under my fat butt for as long as I wanted. Then peace girl ran down the hall I ran to her we hugged. “What happened to you?” I asked. She gave me a peace sign. She never talked in public. I then found out that I really did care about peace and peace girl too. “Need help up?” I asked. She gasped and pulled her hand away. I guess some people never learn. I thought about it. It was too bad she didn’t want to have peace or even know peace. It turned out Margaret got my wish she couldn’t talk. This story doesn’t ever end. That is because peace is at least always at one place so...

Peace Girl!

Superstar Mother

Superstar Mother

Once upon a time there was a girl who had a very strange gift. She could spell and do math and read and tell you how electricity worked. She was sixteen and she had always loved stories. She especially loved the story of a girl named Textina. She would tell herself this story over and over again. She loved the story of the boy appearing out of nowhere and trying to make friends with him and then make him go back to his time, 1868.

Textina was her hero since she was a baby. The girl was named after her hero. Textina was such a brave girl, thought the later Textina. I should not be named her name. And so she renamed herself Carey. She loved the sound of the world so she just stayed outside.

She had lived with her superstar of a mother as she was forced to call her. She was actually her Aunt Charlie. She disagreed with everything.

“School is a place they drain your brain. Home is the place you work. I am not your Aunt Charlie. I am your superstar of a mother.”

It was true she was beautiful and a movie star. She had shiny blond hair with her face overdone with makeup. She had just a tint too much makeup at home. But in her movies Aunt Charlie looked just right.

Carey was a trickster. She loved to play pranks, especially on her aunt. She would put a small whoopee cushion when her aunt was performing her practice lines, as she called them. Right when her aunt was saying, “Well I think this works perfectly,” there was a loud ppplpppppppppppppppppp! She would jump ten feet then finish her lines.

Aunt Charlie was not very humorous. She was a Do I Look Like I Really Care? kind of person. One day she was sorting through fan mail when she saw an envelope addressed from a major company in Hollywood called the Cat-headed Pig. They made the biggest money happen according to Aunt Charlie. (That’s how Aunt Charlie talked.) They offered the lead role in their new blockbuster “Why You Should Shut Your Mouth.” Charlie flew to Hollywood immediately, leaving Carey at home.

“Textina, I’m leaving for six months,” she said on her way out the door. “There’s some cat food in the fridge if you get hungry. Don’t call me. I’m going to be in the middle with some very important stuff and I’m not going to be embarrassed by your childish acts.”

Carey went into the cupboard and pulled out fifty bucks. I will pay Aunt Charlie back over time, thought Carey.

She knew the fifty dollars wouldn’t last long, and realized she’d need a job. She remembered seeing a “help wanted” sign at the local drugstore, the oddly named “Curse Emit.”

She started to walk towards the drug store, which was four miles away. But then she noticed her aunt’s white golf cart, gleaming in the sun. She ran over to it and started it up. She pulled it out onto the deserted road in front of her house.

“Fifty miles per hour,” she thought. “Pretty good.”

She got out of her golf cart at the Curse Emit.

“HIRED!” they screamed at her.

She went in to the store every day at 5:00 in the morning to 9:00 at night. She got 6,000 dollars per month. They weren’t too good with money at the Curse Emit.

After five months she bought her own house. It was very cheap. It was one hundred dollars, plus tax. She fixed it up a little every month.

One day she snuck over to her aunt’s house and looked through the window. Her aunt wasn’t home. She opened the window and set a one hundred dollar bill on the counter.

“Interest,” she thought. “Interest.”

Then she ran back to her rundown, old car and drove home.

She eventually had a really cool house and also kept her job. A few months later, she took over the Curse Emit and renamed it.

She thought Superstar Mother was a fine name for a drugstore.