Monday, December 15, 2014

The Seer and The Sword

Princess Torina's father King Kareed has conquered an extremely peaceful neighboring kingdom of Bellanda and gives her two gifts:a beautiful crystal and the kingdom's prince, Landen, as a slave. Gasing into the crystal, Torina can view the past, present, or future, except her own. Landen she frees and becomes friends with.When Kareed is threatened and then murdered, Landen is a prime suspect. Torina knows what happened , but her mother's life is at stake so she can't tell. Torina and Landen can only uncover the truth together, but neither knows the other lives.

SOL #6

It is July 29, 2012. I am in the DU sports camp (which I hate) and waiting for the day to be over. I also wait for Tuesday (it is Friday today). On Tuesday a pure-blooded Golden Retriever puppy named Lola will arrive at our house. Our family has agreed that it's time to get a dog. This year our cousin Jacob has come all the way from San Diego to act as our  manny. He picks us up and we head to the car.He tells us our parents have "news" for us concerning Lola. When we get home, we hear that Lola is staying in the state she was coming from (????????), but we could head over to Petco and some dogs were coming from Joplin, Missouri, courtesy of Golden Retriever Freedom Rescue, and we could pick between two. I still had tears in my eyes about Lola.
     An hour later, we stand in front of Petco, waiting. I see the van pull up and open. I look at a dog inside, named Bridget. We have to choose between her and another dog, named Brianna, who they think is her sister (and could actually be). We spend a long time with each, and at the end decide on Brianna. We buy things like a collar, a bed, and food for her. On the way home, we elect to change Brianna's name. I finally bring up the name Sunset, since that's the color of her coat. We agree on that.
     It is December 15, 2014. I type a story into a computer. Sunset is curled up like a ball by my ladder. She walks up and exits my room. My mom croons,"Sunset, good girl! Good giir-errl,"and gires her a kiss. I smile inside as I hear her collar jangle.

This below looks just like Sunset, but isn't actually her. I think.  The code book for the next sol is a=ab=bc=cd=de=ef=fg=gh=hi=ij=jk=kl=lm=mn=no=op=pq=qr=r s=st=tu=uv=vw=wx=xy=yz=z

Tuesday, December 9, 2014

I Am Malala

By Patricia McCormick and Malala Yousafzai
17 year old Malala Yousafzai won this year's Nobel Peace Prize.But she started out as an ordinary girl with kind and supportive parents, friendship issues, and fear of the Taliban, and is still a girl  with kind and supportive parents, friendship issues, and fear of the Taliban.  But she isn't ordinary at all. Malala was an advocate for shool for girls. And she was shot in the head and survived.
My favorite character was Malala because she wasn't afraid to stand up for what she believed in.

Young Readers' edition of I am Malala

Monday, December 8, 2014

SOL #5

What was unfair last weekend:
  1. Dad didn't make enough delicious muffins for breakfast.
  2. Robin Hood: Men in Tights was really inappropriate for an 11 year old.
  3. I couldn't find my math assignment sheet.
  4. My call about the math assignment was greeted with a message.
  5. My assignment was in my folder after all.
  6. I got sick.
  7. I got sick.
  8. I got sick.
  9. I worked really hard on a picture I was too sick to turn in.
  10. My BFF was watching Fellowship of the Ring for the first time with me and we didn't finish the movie.

Monday, December 1, 2014

Sol #4

   My mother, my brother Griffin, and I were going on a walk. It originally would just be Mom and me, but Griffin tagged along. I was leading the expedition, and Mom joked to Griff, "Follow the leader, or you might trip into a sinkhole or wander into a bog!" .  I actually did lead us into a bog. We tried to follow the road to get home. We ended up in an area of trees: somme living, some newly dead, some long-dead and fallen to make bridges on some of the areas we saw.  We came to a grove clear-cut by the beavers. There was a bunch of beaver chips lying around. Mom took some as a souvenir. Later that day, the fire in our old log-cabin stove was dying. Mom tried some chips and the fire went crazy.

     The next day, Mom announced an expedition: Anyone who wanted would follow our path and collect more beaver chips. Things went wrong from the start. Everyone on the expedition seemed to think they were in charge. First, Grandpa suggested his own path into the huge swamp. Then Grandma made people halt for pictures often. We didn't find the grove. An hour and a half in, we turned back. Mom and her brother-in-law Uncle Tim kept going an finally returned with beaver chips.