by Kristen Aliberti
I walked through the door of my house, barely leaving any footprints. I tossed my pink and blue flower printed bag on the kitchen table. "Mom! I'm home!" I shouted to the emptiness of the house. "Hi, Honey! How was school?" she asked. "Fine, normal, nothing new," I said. I ran upstairs. "Hey, Jess, do you have homework?" my mom asked. "No, it is Friday," I answered. "Then you should read," she pointed out.
I sat down on my bed and kicked my pink and gray Nike sneakers off like they were my enemy. I was about to pick up my book, but then I decided to draw. I took out a mechanical pencil and a red spiral notebook. I opened to a random page, and thought about what to draw. I bit the end of my pencil. I spit out the bits of eraser that I had just chewed up. Then I thought some more. "I do not want to draw," I decided in my mind, "I'll just rest."
About ten minutes into "resting," my hand just started to tremble. It shook. It twitched fiercely, but after my hand just had its last muscle spasm, my blanket turned to...plastic? I blinked and rubbed my eyes. I observed my pink and blue polka dotted blanket again. I itched my head. Rubbed my nose. Bit my lip. I touched it. I tried to take my mind off of it. "Uuuhhh...uummm...I should just pretend that never happened and play with a deck of cards, I guess," I said like I was not so sure how my blanket just turned to a bendy, shiny plastic.
I trotted down the stairs and checked every shelf in the cupboard. On the shelf that was at the very top, the deck of cards was there next to a bingo game. The game of Life was under the deck of cards. I grasped the deck and ran back to my room. My hand got an awful cramp. I didn't care if the deck of cards turned to plastic, because reason one: I barely used them and two, they were already ripped, so if they turned to plastic, it would be better. I touched the first card, and every card got turned to plastic like it just changed moods, from evil to good. My eyes widened and my head spun like a dreidel for Hanukah. I wanted to try a trick that my Dad taught me. I laid the cards flat, but still overlapping each other. I caught the last card in line and flipped it and they all flipped over.
"Jessica, are you reading?" my mother called to me. "Umm, no..." I said, "I'll go look for a book right now." I picked up one of my mother's cooking magazines. My hand got a cramp, it felt like 400 bricks fell on it, one after another, throbbing like there was no tomorrow. "Zzztt!" The magazine turned to pure plastic. "At least mom already read the magazine," I thought while thinking what would happen if she didn't. I read no more than two pages when forks, pins and needles, hammers, knives, and bricks all jabbed into my one hand. "Ow! Ow! Ow!" I shrieked. Then, it felt as if angels came down to fix it all. Feathered angel wings skimmed it softly, on my fleshy hand.
My mother came running into my room with her bathrobe on. "Are you Okay? Did you have a bad dream or something?" my overprotective mom asked, looking like she was ready to get a phone and dial 911. My father dashed into the room a second after my mom came in. "Is she Okay? Its only like 2 in the morning! Did she fall off her bed?" my dad quickly asked. I replied, "I'm fine! What just happened?" My mom said, "We were asking you, so go to bed, and everything will be Okay."
and heres my second:
Where's my teddy bear?
Kristen Aliberti
I woke up with no teddy bear on my bed! I looked around the bed. I looked next to my bed. I looked under my bed. "Mooooooooom! WHERE"S MY TEDDY BEAR?!?!?!" I screamed to the top of my lungs. "Fluff! come back here, NOW!" "Joe, calm yourself!" said Mikayla, my sister. "Mikayla, did you hide Fluff?" I asked. "No!" Mikayla answered. I was madder than Dracula when he did not get any blood for Christmas. I scrunched my nose. My face turned to a firey red. I stomped down the stairs, through the hall, and in the den. I looked under the couch, under the dark brown coffee table, under the rug, but still, my blue and green buttoned-eyed bear was not anywhere!
I drooped up the stairs to get dressed. I put on saggy jeans and a Celtics shirt, spelled on the back, Garnett, #5. I slipped on my dirty white reebock sneakers, and dashed down the stairs to find Fluff. I called Fluff's name. I whistled. I hooted. I hollered.
"He, he, he!" chanted fluff. "No more cute and cuddly Fluff!" Fluff cried and then laughed an evil laugh. My cat, Zooma however found Fluff, but thought it was a mouse. Zooma sprinted full speed, towards Fluff, but Fluff jumped in the dripping wet berry bush before Zooma could get him. Fluff came out ten minutes later, but it just so happens that Zooma was there too. She darted towards Fluff without a second thought. She gripped Fluff in her teeth, went up the stairs to the house, and opened the door with her claws and head. She was able to slip though the gap.
"There you are, I could not find you Fluff," I said, "How did you get all wet?" I picked up Fluff and got a paper towel to get Fluff dry. I thought and thought and thought why Fluff was all wet. I wonder if Fluff got up and walked out the door , or, Zomma carried him out...
"Zooma!" I screamed!
Now I hope you like my third!:The Boney Mystery
by Kristen Aliberti
I was riding my rusty, what used to be purple bike to my house. I was riding from my best friend's house. As my black, practically deflated wheels rolled, I heard something, something other than my gears turning and my wheels crunching on the brown acorns on the ground, but I decided to ignore it, thinking it was only a distant bark of a dog. I slowed my bike, but still fast enough that my hair was blowing in the gust of the wind.
The fall breeze was just coming to an end as I kicked my kickstand down onto my driveway pavement. I slung my heavy backpack over my shoulder with a grunt. I walked up my brick stairs and grasped the door handles so I could open it. I jumped in my house with a sigh of relief. As I plopped my bag down, I could hear that weird distant dog bark again, but this time it was louder than a T-Rex demanding it triceratops dinner.
"Mom, I am home!" I murmured through the emptiness of the house.
"Oh hey! Do you have any homework?" she asked jumping to conclusions.
"No, tomorrow is Columbus Day," I answered.
I walked to my room, kicking my brown low-top converse sneakers off like they were rotten eggs. I jumped on my pink, green, and brown polka dotted bed spread like I was doing a back flop in water. I felt silence flow through my ears like water went in one and pushed it out the other. A terrible shiver of terror ran up my spine, and into my neck, as if it was a spreading virus. I got goose bumps and they spread like money going around Europe, except I do not know why.
I found myself walking down the white carpeted stairs, out the door, and into the driveway, next to my five year old bike.
"Lindsey! Where are you going?" my mom asked in fright.
"Just for a bike ride, around the corner," I said, starting to pedal out of the driveway, into the street.
"Just be careful!" she called behind me. I pedaled as fast as I could, far, far away. Graveyards were lined up in view.
"Oooooohhhhhhh..." an unknown whisper trailed off. I took one hand off the handlebars, but that was a bad idea, because I had a steering problem, fell but I did not bother to look up. I was focused on my bloody knee.
"Yoooouu....Arrrre...Ooonnn... Myyyhhh...Terroottorryyyyyyy...Ooon...Ooour...Bonesssss!"
The Voice! I thought. I tried to run away leaving my bike, but ever since then, I have been a ghost.
how bout a bit of poetry!:
Dark Clouds
Dark clouds
Swirl
Above my head
While the scary
Moonlight
Over fled
The drizzly
Rain
Got spat down
And my
Bright
Smile
Turned into
A
Frown.
The dark clouds
Sliver
Over and
Under
The sun
And
Draw attention
To
And
From.
Weather Acrostic poem
Weeping wind
Eerie trees
Awful patters
Thundering booms
Howling wind
Exotic lightning
Raging rain
Stars
When
Space
Is dark
The stars
Never show
Only when
The
Time
Is right,
They
Start to
Glow.
When
Sparkly
White
Planets
Rotate around
The sun,
Only then
The Milky Way
Starts
To
Run.
Weather Acrostic Poem
Thundering
Howls
Up above
Never
Die down or
Ever
Ring peace
Inside the
Netherlands of the
Galaxy and the
Bowels
Of another
Optimistic
Moon in
Space somewhere
Glass
The glassy
Stars
Hang
Low
And swing
In
The new
Trendy flow
The metallic
Stars
Are pulled
High
And
Space junk
Floats down by
Scratchy
Meteorites
Care to fly
And
Flashy satellites
Send knowledge
Bye.
Weather Acrostic Poem
Surviving
Unrealistic
Neon
Steaming
Hot
Impossibly strong
Never
Ending
how bout some more, shall we?:Nothing
No wind.
No breeze.
Not one
Swaying tree.
No fluffy clouds
In the gray sky
Not one that could be seen
With the naked eye.
No red
Shiny cars,
Or any gleaming human star.
Only colorless atmosphere,
Not one terrific soul
Sat here.
I hope you liked all of it! I will surely post more!The impossibly long poem of horse hair and horses!!!!!! Although I dont really care much for them... yeah, admit it, this poem is weirdly weird.
Swaying tail
In the breeze
Brown hair
Infested with fleas
White spot
Over its eye
And vast legs
That can jump and fly
Red trimmed hooves
That win
For its fast
Moves
CLINK,
CLANK,
CLONK!
