Spring

Flowers are blooming

Animals are coming out

People are traveling

Bees are buzzing like a vacuums hum

Baby animals are playing like a puppy

Children are splashing in the water

Spring has sprung

Summer

Summer is amazing

Summer is swimming

Summer is hot days

Summer in nice cold lemonade

I can’t wait

Fall

Red

Orange

Yellow

Those are the colors of the leaves falling off a apple tree

Fall is like red apples falling off a apple tree

Fall is orange like a pumpkin in a pumpkin patch

Fall is yellow like lemons on lemon tree

Fall is red, orange, yellow

Winter 

Winter is fun

Making memories in the snow

Spending time by the fireplace

Drinking hot chocolate with marshmallows

Winter is cold days

What what tower went down first? Answer South

where did the last plane crash? Answer a field inPennsylvania

what was the name of the terrorist group? Answer al-Qaeda

How many people died on September 11, 2001? Answer about 3,000

For many years, the Middle East was controlled by other countries, who wanted their natural resources, such as oil. Then after WWII many Middle Eastern countries wanted independence. Riots began forming. The United Nation had a plan was to equally separate the country of Palestine. Israel wanted independence. Until this day, people in Israel are still fighting over land. For the past few decades we fought different countries such as Afghanistan, Iraq, and Iran. America will never forget September 11, 2001, which was a terrorist attack on America.

Bricks on the Wall is referring to the Berlin Wall in Germany. In class we had to make up a character as if they were in the East or West of Berlin, Germany. My three characters were on the East. They were separated from there family on the West. Emily a six year old girl writes in a journal during the time from 1961-1989. Tom is a boy who is related to Emily as a brother. He and their cousin Ben like to get over the wall. They told Emily that they got over the wall and seen their family.

The craziest thing just happened to me today after school. My parents didn’t come until five o’clock. I had finished my homework and decided to draw. I drew a very nice stick figure. I got hungry and I went down stairs to eat a sandwich. I went back upstairs to finish a background for my stick figure. He was gone.

I know he has three toes and three fingers on each hand and foot. I looked at my notebook.

“Where did he go?”

He popped out from under my desk.

“Bla Bla Bla…” he said.

“No, this can’t be happening because you’re not real.” Continue reading →

To my 14 year old Cali almost                                                                                            15 in April                                                                                                                          Keep going, don’t stop                                                                                                  Remember what Madaline told you                                                                                  Never stop writing

You get stuck                                                                                                                   Never get stuck

I know it’s hard to get                                                                                                                 the words out of your head                                                                                                      Focus

I hope you have travel by the time                                                                                          your in 2023                                                                                                                               Try new things, it’s good                                                                                                         Don’t stop trying                                                                                                                 Listen to Melissa

Never stop

Be a Dare Devil                                                                                                                                I heard you’re going to                                                                                                                jump from 829 feet in Vegas on March 30                                                                                              I believe you won’t get scared

Never stop, keep going

Hello city of angels

You are not good like an angel

You are bad

You are the center of fiction

Fantastic fantasy

Fairtales and freeways

Legends and liars

Hello city of angels

You are like an angel

Bringing smiles to all

Warm winds

Wrestle with my hair

Sandy beaches burn my feet

I run for the water

I am from lots of rooms                                                                                                         From swifter and sand                                                                                                               To towels on the ground

I am from noise and cat litter                                                                                                     And grass throwing and Bird of Paradise

I’m from feathers and toys on the ground                                                                                             From mom and dad                                                                                                                   I’m from know it all’s and from knowing nothing                                                                      And from Apple sauce

I’m from be successful and do what you want                                                                             I’m from big thanksgiving dinners                                                                                               I’m from Hollywood and many places

Spices and pb sandwiches                                                                                                                From falling off things                                                                                                                 Like a truck or shopping cart

I’m from everywhere                                                                                                                           Always have you

I was inspired by Van Gogh Sunflowers.

Sunflowers

Are they on a table or the floor?

Some have petals and some don’t

The stems droop

Sitting lonely and dead

My Books

Sometimes I hide my books

Keep my books away from others

My books are my secret

Sometimes my books are on the shelf

where they’re supposed to be

My books are my secret

The words I read

become movies in my head

My books are magical mysteries

Till I open them and see what’s inside

My books, my treasures