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media type="custom" key="238627" warm up!!!!!!! #1 oct. 11, 2007

Sabastian and Marco are tour guides in the famous town of Yakatowny. They urge tourists not to wander off the tour bus because they could get attacked by fierce yaks. The yaks are attracted to the pink headlights of a moving bus. Yaks are terrified of boats and have a keen sense of hearing, so if anyone tries to carry out the melody of "row, row, row your boat" then beware!!!! They will attack. In Yakatowny, the weather is often rainy which makes the ground a putrid color. Yakatowny also has a famous yak trainer named Alexander the Yaka. He can talk to the yaks and figure out what their dreams are for life. One yak, Clyde told Alexander that he hoped to find a

warmup!!!!!!!!! #2 oct. 31, 2007

Bobbie, a pretty intelligent, girl with light brown hair is engaged to a wealthy man named George. Bobbie and George have been arranged to be married since they were born. Bobbie finds George to be a very boring, spoiled, selfish jerk. George, however, is in love with Bobbie and wants to be with her forever. The couple is on a cruise in Hawaii, and when they return to America's mainland they are to be married in Disney World. Bobbie feels that when she returns to Florida, she will be a prisoner for the rest of her life. Leaning over the ship's rail, Bobbie sobbed, "No one cares about how I feel!! I don't want to marry George!!! I'm going to live the rest of my life in turmoil! No one listens to me!! My life should just end!" Out of nowhere, a young man with dirty blonde hair interupted her tyraid, "You're beautiful and smart and your life is just beginning, you know you don't want it to end." "Go away! You don't know me!! I don't need you telling me that I shouldn't commit suicide," Bobbie snapped. "Fine, but by the way, I'm Aric," he retorted. "Fine, I'm Bobbie," she said rolling her eyes. After a few moments of silence, Bobbie poured her heart out to Aric, "Okay, so I'm engaged to this guy George, but it's an arranged marriage and I really don't love him. He's a spoiled self-centered egoist who acts like I'm property! I can't stand him!!! He's such a jerk! And after this cruise, I'm going to be Mrs. Spoiled Self-Centered Egoist." "Wow, that sucks," Aric declared. "No kidding," Bobbie replied, "I mean this isn't fair, which is why I was going to jump off the boat." "Like I said earlier, you're beautiful and smart. I can tell you're really not ready for your life to end," Aric said, his dirty blonde hair swaying in the tropical wind. "Thanks," Bobbie sniffled, tears filling up her eyes. At that moment, George appeared yelling, "What do you think you're doing, flirting with my fiance?" "George," Bobbie soothed. "Shut up, Bobbie!" George commanded grabbing Bobbie's arm. Before she left, Aric slipped a note into her hand. The note read, "Meet me where we met at midnight, Aric." At midnight, Bobbie quietly slipped out of her room, trying not to awake George. She ran, her brown hair flying in the wind. "Hey," Aric replied as Bobbie walked up to him. "Hey, what's up?" Bobbie smiled. "I sort of need to tell you something," Aric replied nervously. "Okay, go ahead," Bobbie said looking into his gorgeous blue eyes. "I think I love you," Aric said taking a deep breath. "Really?" Bobbie breathed, she had never felt this way about a guy before. "Yeah," Aric said before he kissed her. "I love you too," Bobbie replied her eyes filling with tears. "Hey, what's wrong?" Aric said hugging her. "I'm engaged to George," Bobbie wailed. "All I know is that if someone loves you, then they'll let you do what's best for you," Aric said. "You're right, I'm going to break up with him." Bobbie said getting out her cell phone. She texted George, explaining everything and that she was sorry. She went to her room, and collected her stuff. After the cruise, her and Aric would go somewhere together and live happily ever after. Bobbie slammed the door shut, thankful to bring that chapter of her life to a close. The End!!!! yay!!


 * Narrative**

Summers are full of life long memories, some you would love to re-live and others you would prefer not to. Well, this past summer, I experienced an event that didn't leave me with the best memories. It was August 18, 2007 and I was at the Outer Banks with Lauren's family and my family. My family had arrived the night before at the beach house we shared for a week. That night we had a typical sleepover type of evening. We watched High School Musical 2 and a preview for this new show called Phineas and Ferb. After laughing about random things for a couple hours, Lauren, Lauren (my sister), and myself fell sound asleep. About eight hours later, all three of us awoke to a glorious day. The sky was a pure blue with some clouds that looked like fluffy cotton balls and the sun was the color of a bright yellow banana. It was perfect weather for a day at the beach and everyone was cheerful and smiley. I wandered into the kitchen and poured myself a bowl of Frosted Mini Wheats. A few hours later, everyone was awake. Then we decided to get ready to go to the beach. After about another hour, everyone was finally ready to go. Lauren suggested that we take scooters to the beach because it would be faster, even though the beach was about a five minute walk from the house. Eager to get to the beach, my sister and I agreed, borrowing two of Lauren's scooters since we didn't have any with us. Off we went, enjoying the warm August morning. Of course, being the brilliant person I am, I wasn't wearing a helmet. That really didn't cross my mind until later. Anyway, we got to the top of this large hill and began to gain speed while we were descending from the top. I don't know why, but for some reason, I flew over the handle bars of the scooter and landed in the middle of the road. Although, it was only morning, the dark pavement burned my skin. I could here a car coming, so I stood up, my entire body trembling, despite the warm weather. My heart throbbed inside my chest,as I looked down and saw my hands covered in vibrant red blood, along with my stomach and feet too. I was so worried, that my pink Old Navy flip flops and the scooter were still in the middle of the road. My flip flops were a little scraped, but the scooter was as if nothing had happened, probably made put of stainless steel. Luckily, the car belonged to Lauren's dad, so my dad was in the car with Lauren's dad. They pulled over and my dad jumped out and ran over to me. I obviously couldn't go to the beach all bloody, so my dad took me back to the house to clean up my all of my injuries from my scooter mishap. My heart was still pounding crazily, as if I was a toddler on Halloween and saw a scary monster. I was gasping for air when I talked to my dad on the walk back to the house. My body shook as I hiked up the wooden stairs to the front door. The only problem was that all of the doors were locked and my dad didn't have a key with him. He told me he would go get a key from Lauren's parents at the beach, so we could get in the house. After mt dad left, I lost it. Cold tears began to trickle down my flushed cheeks and soon enough I was sobbing. Since I was in pain, I didn't realize how lucky I was because I didn't crack my head open, or break my arm until my dad told me this later. Anyway, my dad arrived back at the house with the key. He helped me clean my stinging cuts and bruises. Let me tell you, I looked, uh interesting. Band-aids covered my body. Not only could I have been the band-aids spoke person, I ended up with the strangest tan lines. After I looked at how beautiful I was covered in band-aids, I went to the beach. During the rest of our vacation and from now on, I walked to the beach. My heart finally stopped throbbing when I got to the beach. The rest of the vacation was all relaxation and fun-in-the-sun, which everyone needed. I still don't understand what happened when I flew off the scooter, I guess that will always be a mystery. And I'm okay with that. I really don't need this to happen again, to figure out what went wrong. Now thanks to a hill and scooter, I have one of the worst memories of my life and when I tell this story, instead of getting condolences, I get laughs.