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There are many unpleasant things in life, such as receiving a birthday present you didn’t want, or tripping over a shoelace and getting a bruise. One you may not have heard of is being Subject Chooser of Camp Jamahari.
I will never forget the nervousness I felt as I approached the field that day. There was a tipped-over cardboard box in the middle of the field. I supposed it was to serve as a stage, so I climbed on top. “C’mon!” I beckoned to Jorgen. “No.” Said Jorgen firmly. “Jorgen,” I said calmly, “It’s a box. It’s made of cardboard, not bombs.” Jorgen hesitated, then, reluctantly, he made his way to the middle of the field.
“I would like to play baseball,” I stated. A roar of approval met my words, so I began to relax.
We were on the diamond for the whole morning, slugging, pitching, and catching. My team ended up winning 12-8, and I hit a grand slam in the bottom of the 9th. Lunch wasn’t as good, though, as we had brussel sprouts drenched in a watery substance, which was supposed to be gravy. I would rather have eaten my sister’s old socks.
The afternoon was a bit of a blow-up. I asked to go swimming in the sea, and the military guy flared up and yelled like an elephant getting an amputation. “NOT A LIVING SOUL WILL DIP A TOE IN THAT PUDDLE! AS FOR YOU,” He jabbed a scarred finger at my chest. I wondered if that finger had felt my heart, which was probably trying to pound my ribcage to smithereens. “YOU WILL BE ON LUNCH CLEANUP FOR A WEEK!” This guy was really starting to get on my nerves. “Affirmative,” I answered sarcastically.
Anyway, we did have fun in the end. We played basketball on a regulation court in the huge gymnasium beside the cafeteria.
Dinner was as bad as – if not worse than – lunch. We had rotten egg bread with fish head stew. By the time the meal was over, at least three quarters of the kids had their heads buried in paper bags, especially Jorgen.
That night was the polar opposite of the first night. I fell asleep as soon as my head touched the pillow, and Jorgen couldn’t sleep. However, in the middle of the night, I awoke to Jorgen jumping on me. “C’mon!” He exclaimed, “You’ll never believe what I found!”
To fight with the veterans is what I seek.
To bring peace to all the world,
To not have homeless boys and girls.
To live together in harmony,
And to be rid of poverty.
I dream of this because I know,
The veterans put on quite a show.
In World War II and World War I,
The brave men said to bad “be gone!”
Thus we wear a scarlet poppy,
To remember the heroes whom we should copy.
Now happiness reigns in our great country,
Because of the men whose lives were bumpy.
(dedicated to: Mommy)
Once there was a litte girl named Monique Howie.
She lived with her brother Danny and her Mom and Dad.
The Howie family had a small house with a big garden. In the garden there was an oak tree that they called “The Family Tree” because everyone’s photos were put on a branch of the tree, like a timeline.
One day, Monique’s photos fell down and into a well beside the tree. Mr. Howie went down and got them and they lived happily ever after.
(dedicated to my Daddy)
One day some families got captured by pirates.
They called for a Superhero named Super Michael.
When he got there two had drunk 8 glasses of wine! He took 15 hours to get there because he had to travel 350,000 miles.
Then the pirates tried to capture Michael! He just said “back off”. The Pirates closed in to attack.
Michael ran away then he took off taking the families with him.
They had a big party back in England. In the middle of dessert, Michael got another call then he set off.
Once upon a time, there lived a queen named Isabelle.
Isabelle was a very nice queen. She was almost always writing proclamations for balls – except for when she was telling jokes for audiences all around America.
One day when Isabelle was dancing she accidentally broke her leg. Everybody ran out the door to the hospital and told the nurse to come.
When she got there, Isabelle couldn’t get up. Everybody was very sad.
At hospital, Isabelle was very scared, because she was only sixteen years old.
When she got out of hospital she met a man named William. They decided to marry right when they met.
Then Isabelle threw a party – with a ball, of course.
After the ball, William noticed it was 3:00 a.m. Isabelle shouted “Scramble!”
Everybody ran out the doors to their homes and Isabelle and William went to sleep.