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My Fish and My Shrimp

I have pet fish. There are two of the both are tetras.  Their names are Rose-Belly and Pearl-Belly.  I also have one ghost shrimp.  He is sort of transparent.  His name is Ghosterelo Ghoulete.  True to his name, he is very much like a ghost!  He is so funny!  When I feed the fish, heleaps up like a bird and catches a flake.  The nhe brings himeself down gently like a cloud and hides in a corner while he munches greedily on his tasty morsel.  Is that funny, or weird, or crazy, or amazing, or unbelievable, or what?! Or...or... ummm...well whatever.  My fish are each about one inch long.  Rose-Belly got her name because she had a reddish-colored belly.  Pearl-Belly got her name because she had a paler, white belly.

Memories

My most distant memory is about when I was three or four, thinking to myself, "Will I remian small forever Will my mom and dad be big and tall forever?" I later found out that he answer was no.  Another one of my later memories maybe two or three years ago, when I went to the beach.  I was splashing around, going deeper and deeper, then suddenly the sand disappeared beneath me.  I sank, fighting for air.  I opened my mouth.  Big mistake.  My mouth filled with salt water.  My God, how disgusting it tasted!  It was like vinegar and frogskin and rotten fish and most of all, barrells and barells of salt, all mixed together.  Eeew! Ick! Blah!!

My Experience

I have had long long, long experience with books.  My passion of books is entirely due to my wonderful kindergarden teacher.  Without her, I would never discovered the wonderous tales of the BFG and Holes and tons more.  I had three book-shelves mostl full of my books.  I mostly read in all my spare time.  I have also had many experiences with feelings and many times I had to hold in my preotests or else I would be sendt directly to the principal's office and before I knew it I would be in boarding school.  Like, for example, a teacher says, "No talking."  Hey, she's talking herself. Isn't that just palin weird?  There was also a time when I just had such a strong urge to just jump out of m seat and grab my teacher's shoulders and yell, "OMG."

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A Soccer Time

Me and my friend were slouching and hanging around on the field, waiting for our coaches to come.  We had both come early and without anything to do. I slumped on the fence, twisting and untwisting my shirt, my eyes drifting across the field.  Then, finally, my coach ame.  He gave me the #12 shirt.  I was on Blue Team (a.k.a. Navy Busters) and he (don't laugh) was on Red Team.  I know this should be more exciting but I couldn't place this just right.  It's hard to be opponents with your friend (especially) since he was a boy you know.  I don't fancy having one less person on the Bus fers than on the Redskins  (I call the Reddy's that).  The ball looked old, so it was pretty dirty and it got more dirtier, of course)  The sky was gray and even when I tip-toped, the soil splooshed and splished under my feet.  i was playing left defense which was my specialty.  The ball was aimed directly at my left foot middle toe. (My friend is telling me to not be so descriptive.  Hey, I like too!) I ran and kicked.  Unfortunately, one of the Reddy's charged.  We interlocked, feet flaling aimlessly.  My foot touched the ball and I kicked it with all my might.  WUMP! The ball hurled forward at such a speed that in knocked Redskin goalie of his feet.  That's friend in the back, screaming his head off becasue his team's goalie was blasted in the face with a million soccer ball of doom.  Yeah right.  Anyway, that was one goal for the Navy Busters.

"Next round!" The coach thundered.  My coach never talked normally.  I wiped my brow and walked sluggishly to my position.  I envyed the Redskin goalie, just standing there.  Thenmy eye fell on the ball.  I scorched over the field and kicked.  Too bad, I caught it on my toe.  (Stop cheering, dude) The ball swerved and turned and the Redskin goalie kicked the ball out, back into the game.  The Busters moaned and jogged into action. The Busters weren't busting the game this time.  "Goalie, goalie, from the Redskin team," "Getting the ball in is the Buster's DREAM!!" I yelled.  Then, well, the game just goes on.  There's nothing else to say.

Busters vs. Sappers

SOCCER TIME!! Sorry about the shock.  Now where was I? Oh, yes, that part.  So this time Busters are versing Yellows.  Well, I was left defense again, and the Sappers had two more guys on their team!  So not fair!!! There was literally a cyclone of kids running around and the ball like a swarm of flies around a peach.  I, however, was not one of them.  Well, part of te time.  I ran and passed the ball to Alex, one of my teammates.  She caught it and we both barreled toward the Yellow's goal.  I kicked, a direct shot surely to go crashing in.  If the Sapper hadn't tackled me, that is.  Ihelunat hit me with such force that I was knocked onto the ground.  The mad man cuffed me on the jaw, as if for good measure.  "No! Please no!!" I screamed as the evil sapper kicked the ball out into the field, sending it rolling into our goal.  "Henry!" I yelled.  The boy snapped back to focus and thundered after the ball.  Too bd, a sapper thundered after him.  The lunatic Yellow let go and gave me a toothy grin.  "Wipe that grin of your face, you crazy madman.."  I grumbled as I got up, " "You didn't have to chuck me down."  The madman chuckled.  "That chuck was supposed to give you some swallon jaws, midget."  "I'm not a midget."  I growled at him.  "heh, heh," he said and sauntered away.

Kiwis + Busters = A very violent game of socer

Hello, it's me again.  Are you ready for some action?  Good, let's go to the field.  Oh, playing left defence again.  This time we were evened up! Each team had seven people, which was good.  The poor ball was getting tortured!  Kids were thundering in all differeent directions across the field, which caused wquite a racket.  The game was tense and quick.  Kids were screaming at teammates for a pass and galloping left and right, shrieking for random reasons, if there were even reasons at all.  The ball shot this way and that.  I ran and kicked.  A kiwi kicked it back.  Oh great, I thought.  We're staring a game of a pass the ball.  Just then, a Kiwi kicked the ball bk into the chaoes.  The ball blasted left and zigzagged through the crowd of kids.  It plowed into the kiwi goal.  HURRAH!!!  The Busters celebrated with some high fives and a couple of nervous but happy laughs.  I wiped the sweat from my forehead.  I then trotted over to my position and sucked in my breath and exhaled with a huff.  1 to 1.  Game on.

Cowards and Busters

Some how Busters keep on losing.  I don't get it.  The Red guys called themselves the Cowards now, but I still prefer to call them Red skins.  I was a few minutes early.  I saw Jake coming out from of his car, chewing pink bubble gum.  He blew a bubble and it popped on his face.  He tore of the sticky stuff from his face and stuck it bacak in his mouth.  Boys are like that.  I walked toward him. "Hi, Jakey," I mumbled.  "Hi, May.may." Jake answered.  "Don't call me that Jake." I snapped.  "What type of gum is that?" "Trident Layers" Jake declared.  I shot hime a "whatever" look and turned to see my coach. "See you later, Jakey," I called as I jogged over to him.  "Howdy, May!" my coached bellowed, " Um, hi" I stammered.  When my coach bellowes, it makes mme feel jittery, "To warm up, let's run 20 lap aournd our half of the field!"  I moaned. "Move it!" yelled the coach.  I started jogging reluctantly. "FASTER!!!" boomed the coach.  I jogged a bit faster.  2 laps.  Ahan joined me. 3, 4.  Huff, huff.  I panted a I finishe dmy 5th lap.  This was just the beginning of the drill and already I was sweating! "6, 7.  You are too slow!" bellowed the coach.

"Huff!" I answered.

10. My knees were buckling.  My feet were aching.  My head was trobbing.  13, sweat dripped off my face. 15.  I paused. "Go! Go! Go!!" hollered the coach.  17, by now my heart was drumming so rapdly in my chest I reckon if it wasn't any faster my chest would explode. 20!!! I collapsed on the spot.  "ya gotta be tougher than that to be a real soccer player my coach told me.  I ddin't answer.  My breathing had slowed down a bit now.

"Sit ups and push ups!" thundered the coach.

"Umph."  I mumbled. "50! Now." ordered the coach.

"Bah" I responded.  I guess the caoch exploded.  He hauled me up and span me around upside down. "Yack!" I yacked.  My face was flushing red.  Then the coach dumped me on the floor.  "Uhhhhhmph" I groaned. "Get up!" demanded the coach.