A black figure darted across the path that led up to the massive black house, looming over me, casting shadows in the darkness. I hesitantly walk up the walkway, scared of the utterly silent, black, eerie, night. I can see the big pot of candy on the porch when BAM! a BLOODCURDLING SCREAM PIERCES THE NIGHT.
I realize my eyes are closed and hurriedly open them.
An enormous zombie is standing in front of me. Was that bloodcurdling scream me? Probably, I mean, look at it. The zombie stays frozen in place for about 5 seconds, along with me, and then suddenly it opens its ghoulish mouth and starts laughing.
The zombie – who I had now observed was a person – laughed so hard his arm fell off. But where there should’ve been nothingness, there was a human arm. I let out a big sigh, stalk past the zombie, and go onto the front porch. I gather up my candy, and sit on the porch, which is quite festively decorated with large, hairy spiders, Jack-o-lanterns, and finally, a large mummy hanging over the door. I open the door and walk inside, calling behind me to my brother, ” not funny Dexter, not funny at all.” The door slams shut behind me.
On the beautiful beach
The hot sun beams down against my face
Soft sand between my toes
Waves crashing into the surf
Beach balls flying through the air
Sandcastles along the golden beach
The ocean as blue as the sky
By : Hannah and Anisha
It’s Monday, the first day of school. I let myself in the house, throw my backpack down, kick off my shoes, and crash on the couch. Then I remember I have books to read. I moan as I get up; the couch was so soft, and the first day of school is so tiring. I get one of my favorite books, Divergent by Veronica Roth, and throw myself down onto the couch. I open the book to a random page and start reading.
As I read, I transform myself into the book. It’s like I’m watching a really good movie, and I don’t want it to end. I read wherever is convenient at the time, and whenever I have free time. As you would guess, I read a lot over the summer. I love to read. Ever since I was little, when me and my mom read Raggedy Ann out loud to me in my hot pink bedroom, I have read all the time.
I read in bed, as soon as I wake up, and right before I go to sleep. When I read, it’s like there’s nothing else in the world; I don’t hear, or see anything other than the words I’m reading. When I read, it’s just me and my books.