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cool abbie


 
From: bicentlab
Posted: Tuesday, November 13, 2012 1:16 PM
Subject: Mrs. Saunder's Class's Stories


Julia and Sammy

Julia, Abbie, Caleb, Rishav

Once upon a time there was a girl who wanted a dog. Her parents said NOOOOOOOOOO! every time she asked for one. She wanted one so bad, her friend Abbie had four dogs. She went to her mom and said “can I PPPLLLEEEEEEAAAAAAASSSSSEEE have a dog!” “No” mom side. “Can I go for a walk.” said Julia.  “Ok” mom said. So she went.  Then she saw a dog. She ran to the dog and said, “Puppy!!!!” It had no collar. “I’ll name you Max” she said “but don’t tell my Mom or Dad!” The next thing you know she decided to change her mind and call him Sammy. She made him a little house in the back of her house where her parents couldn’t see it. Sammy was lonely but she knew that the girl will come back for her. The next morning Julia played fetch and catch with Sammy. Later on that evening Julia was talking to Sammy but then her Mom said “Julia who are you talking to?” Julia decided to confess. “Maybe she’ll let me keep him.” She thought. Julia was right! Her mom let her keep the dog!


From: Shaunna O'Neil
Posted: Friday, October 26, 2012 12:42 PM
Subject: Mrs. Saunder's Class's Stories

Post your collaborative story as a reply to this post.  Then, read other classmates stories and comment....useful, constructive comments only.
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cool storyy~!~

From: bicentlab
Posted: Tuesday, November 27, 2012 1:06 PM
Subject: Mrs. Saunder's Class's Stories

hi

From: bicentlab
Posted: Tuesday, November 13, 2012 1:08 PM
Subject: Mrs. Saunder's Class's Stories


The Basketball Life

Brendan, Raaid, Stav, Shreya

There’s ten seconds left on the clock I have the ball the ball I’m double teamed an no one on my team is even paying attention.  This hadn’t even started if I hadn’t just stayed with my old team.  

It all started on October 26th I was at my first basketball practice I wasn’t the best guy on my team but I was in the middle, but on the team that I’m on now I’m the best but back to the story.   I was playing scrimmage my shots weren’t falling in the hoop I couldn’t get a pass off it was because I was getting yelled at by my coach the whole time. he was like “ Pass the ball” “pass the ball”. I couldn’t focus he was like “shoot” “shoot” I missed. I started crying my head off and the coach cut me off of the team. Everybody who made it to the team started to laugh at for the easy shot I missed. I started to walk away from the gym, and then suddenly a basketball came of nowhere and hit my head. What was that for I yelled at a kid he said no you didn’t he ran up to me. And he was about half my height with a lot of nerve he said with a small clear voice don’t you ever talk to me like that he shouted crying away. That person was actually my friend. We weren’t friends anymore. I started getting sad. sHe wasn’t  my best friend in the world, bet then we were friends though.  The next day at school My head hurt a lot again. so I told my teacher.  My teacher said I can go to the nurse. I went to the nurse and she I looked perfectly fine and she gave me an ice pack. I put it on my head and it was really cold but it felt a lot better already. I was surprised at how fast an ice pack can make something feel better right away. Anyway I wanted to keep the ice pack because I liked the ice pack. It was very hot and I felt  cold when I had the ice pack on. Then I finally got away from my ice pack and went back to my class. after school my coach called my house and said I was back on the team I was so happy.      


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From: bicentlab
Posted: Tuesday, November 27, 2012 1:10 PM
Subject: Mrs. Saunder's Class's Stories

I really liked your story, it was AWSOME!!!!!
Rose

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I lik3d urs 2!

From: bicentlab
Posted: Tuesday, November 27, 2012 1:06 PM
Subject: Mrs. Saunder's Class's Stories

I liked the story it was very good.
Rose

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thanks andrew what about you ben

From: bicentlab
Posted: Tuesday, November 27, 2012 1:11 PM
Subject: Mrs. Saunder's Class's Stories

Great story i loved the part when Ben screemed like a little girl

From: bicentlab
Posted: Tuesday, November 13, 2012 1:14 PM
Subject: Mrs. Saunder's Class's Stories

The Ugly Talking Chair

Maille, Ben, Andrew Elizabeth

 

Once upon a time there was a chair. He was very lonely. All day long he sat in the decoration store, watching people buying other cool and ugly chairs to be sat on and be in the kitchen in the warm or cold or just right houses. Nothing like the decoration store. Until one day someone whose name was Andrew bought the chair. When Andrew got home his sister asked him why he got such an ugly chair. Suddenly the chair started speaking and protesting about how Andrew’s house was so ugly. Andrew was so surprised that he feinted. When he woke up he was in a courtroom made of chairs. At the front there was a judge who was also a chair. It said, ‘‘Andrew Tall for buying this sacred chair you will be punished badly!’’

Then all of a sudden Andrew was all wet his sister poured water all over him. Andrew was so happy that it was only a dream. Andrew through the ugly chair away. The sad lonely chair was back at the store when a woman bought the chair for her son Ben. When she got home her son Ben loved the lonely chair! The chair spoke up and Ben screamed like a little girl.  Ben was happy he had the chair, but was a little scared that it could talk.

Ben had decided that he didn’t care that the chair had the ability to talk and had scared him. He wanted to be friends with the chair. He  didn’t know how to tell his friends that his mom bought him a chair that could talk.

He went to school the next day with the chair and tried to tell his friends. He had brought the chair so that he could prove to his friends that it could talk. When it finally came time to go out  for recess, the chair would not talk for Ben’s friends. He looked like a fool and was ashamed. How could he show his face at school ever again? Ben went to school the next day because his mom made him.

 When ben grow up so did the chair and ben got married and the chair got a family too. A ventrally Ben died and the chair had to go back to the old decoration store an the story or his life happed all over again but it was hard. But a ventrally he lived happily ever after.

by Maille Ben Andrew and Elizabeth 

 



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kind of confusing i am not rishav

From: bicentlab
Posted: Tuesday, November 13, 2012 1:08 PM
Subject: Mrs. Saunder's Class's Stories


The Basketball Life

Brendan, Raaid, Stav, Shreya

There’s ten seconds left on the clock I have the ball the ball I’m double teamed an no one on my team is even paying attention.  This hadn’t even started if I hadn’t just stayed with my old team.  

It all started on October 26th I was at my first basketball practice I wasn’t the best guy on my team but I was in the middle, but on the team that I’m on now I’m the best but back to the story.   I was playing scrimmage my shots weren’t falling in the hoop I couldn’t get a pass off it was because I was getting yelled at by my coach the whole time. he was like “ Pass the ball” “pass the ball”. I couldn’t focus he was like “shoot” “shoot” I missed. I started crying my head off and the coach cut me off of the team. Everybody who made it to the team started to laugh at for the easy shot I missed. I started to walk away from the gym, and then suddenly a basketball came of nowhere and hit my head. What was that for I yelled at a kid he said no you didn’t he ran up to me. And he was about half my height with a lot of nerve he said with a small clear voice don’t you ever talk to me like that he shouted crying away. That person was actually my friend. We weren’t friends anymore. I started getting sad. sHe wasn’t  my best friend in the world, bet then we were friends though.  The next day at school My head hurt a lot again. so I told my teacher.  My teacher said I can go to the nurse. I went to the nurse and she I looked perfectly fine and she gave me an ice pack. I put it on my head and it was really cold but it felt a lot better already. I was surprised at how fast an ice pack can make something feel better right away. Anyway I wanted to keep the ice pack because I liked the ice pack. It was very hot and I felt  cold when I had the ice pack on. Then I finally got away from my ice pack and went back to my class. after school my coach called my house and said I was back on the team I was so happy.      


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sup , i really liked your story
From: bicentlab
Posted: Tuesday, November 13, 2012 1:08 PM
Subject: Mrs. Saunder's Class's Stories


The Basketball Life

Brendan, Raaid, Stav, Shreya

There’s ten seconds left on the clock I have the ball the ball I’m double teamed an no one on my team is even paying attention.  This hadn’t even started if I hadn’t just stayed with my old team.  

It all started on October 26th I was at my first basketball practice I wasn’t the best guy on my team but I was in the middle, but on the team that I’m on now I’m the best but back to the story.   I was playing scrimmage my shots weren’t falling in the hoop I couldn’t get a pass off it was because I was getting yelled at by my coach the whole time. he was like “ Pass the ball” “pass the ball”. I couldn’t focus he was like “shoot” “shoot” I missed. I started crying my head off and the coach cut me off of the team. Everybody who made it to the team started to laugh at for the easy shot I missed. I started to walk away from the gym, and then suddenly a basketball came of nowhere and hit my head. What was that for I yelled at a kid he said no you didn’t he ran up to me. And he was about half my height with a lot of nerve he said with a small clear voice don’t you ever talk to me like that he shouted crying away. That person was actually my friend. We weren’t friends anymore. I started getting sad. sHe wasn’t  my best friend in the world, bet then we were friends though.  The next day at school My head hurt a lot again. so I told my teacher.  My teacher said I can go to the nurse. I went to the nurse and she I looked perfectly fine and she gave me an ice pack. I put it on my head and it was really cold but it felt a lot better already. I was surprised at how fast an ice pack can make something feel better right away. Anyway I wanted to keep the ice pack because I liked the ice pack. It was very hot and I felt  cold when I had the ice pack on. Then I finally got away from my ice pack and went back to my class. after school my coach called my house and said I was back on the team I was so happy.      


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Great story i loved the part when Ben screemed like a little girl

From: bicentlab
Posted: Tuesday, November 13, 2012 1:14 PM
Subject: Mrs. Saunder's Class's Stories

The Ugly Talking Chair

Maille, Ben, Andrew Elizabeth

 

Once upon a time there was a chair. He was very lonely. All day long he sat in the decoration store, watching people buying other cool and ugly chairs to be sat on and be in the kitchen in the warm or cold or just right houses. Nothing like the decoration store. Until one day someone whose name was Andrew bought the chair. When Andrew got home his sister asked him why he got such an ugly chair. Suddenly the chair started speaking and protesting about how Andrew’s house was so ugly. Andrew was so surprised that he feinted. When he woke up he was in a courtroom made of chairs. At the front there was a judge who was also a chair. It said, ‘‘Andrew Tall for buying this sacred chair you will be punished badly!’’

Then all of a sudden Andrew was all wet his sister poured water all over him. Andrew was so happy that it was only a dream. Andrew through the ugly chair away. The sad lonely chair was back at the store when a woman bought the chair for her son Ben. When she got home her son Ben loved the lonely chair! The chair spoke up and Ben screamed like a little girl.  Ben was happy he had the chair, but was a little scared that it could talk.

Ben had decided that he didn’t care that the chair had the ability to talk and had scared him. He wanted to be friends with the chair. He  didn’t know how to tell his friends that his mom bought him a chair that could talk.

He went to school the next day with the chair and tried to tell his friends. He had brought the chair so that he could prove to his friends that it could talk. When it finally came time to go out  for recess, the chair would not talk for Ben’s friends. He looked like a fool and was ashamed. How could he show his face at school ever again? Ben went to school the next day because his mom made him.

 When ben grow up so did the chair and ben got married and the chair got a family too. A ventrally Ben died and the chair had to go back to the old decoration store an the story or his life happed all over again but it was hard. But a ventrally he lived happily ever after.

by Maille Ben Andrew and Elizabeth 

 



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sort of confusing i am not rishav

From: bicentlab
Posted: Tuesday, November 13, 2012 1:08 PM
Subject: Mrs. Saunder's Class's Stories


The Basketball Life

Brendan, Raaid, Stav, Shreya

There’s ten seconds left on the clock I have the ball the ball I’m double teamed an no one on my team is even paying attention.  This hadn’t even started if I hadn’t just stayed with my old team.  

It all started on October 26th I was at my first basketball practice I wasn’t the best guy on my team but I was in the middle, but on the team that I’m on now I’m the best but back to the story.   I was playing scrimmage my shots weren’t falling in the hoop I couldn’t get a pass off it was because I was getting yelled at by my coach the whole time. he was like “ Pass the ball” “pass the ball”. I couldn’t focus he was like “shoot” “shoot” I missed. I started crying my head off and the coach cut me off of the team. Everybody who made it to the team started to laugh at for the easy shot I missed. I started to walk away from the gym, and then suddenly a basketball came of nowhere and hit my head. What was that for I yelled at a kid he said no you didn’t he ran up to me. And he was about half my height with a lot of nerve he said with a small clear voice don’t you ever talk to me like that he shouted crying away. That person was actually my friend. We weren’t friends anymore. I started getting sad. sHe wasn’t  my best friend in the world, bet then we were friends though.  The next day at school My head hurt a lot again. so I told my teacher.  My teacher said I can go to the nurse. I went to the nurse and she I looked perfectly fine and she gave me an ice pack. I put it on my head and it was really cold but it felt a lot better already. I was surprised at how fast an ice pack can make something feel better right away. Anyway I wanted to keep the ice pack because I liked the ice pack. It was very hot and I felt  cold when I had the ice pack on. Then I finally got away from my ice pack and went back to my class. after school my coach called my house and said I was back on the team I was so happy.      


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sort of confusing

From: bicentlab
Posted: Tuesday, November 13, 2012 1:08 PM
Subject: Mrs. Saunder's Class's Stories


The Basketball Life

Brendan, Raaid, Stav, Shreya

There’s ten seconds left on the clock I have the ball the ball I’m double teamed an no one on my team is even paying attention.  This hadn’t even started if I hadn’t just stayed with my old team.  

It all started on October 26th I was at my first basketball practice I wasn’t the best guy on my team but I was in the middle, but on the team that I’m on now I’m the best but back to the story.   I was playing scrimmage my shots weren’t falling in the hoop I couldn’t get a pass off it was because I was getting yelled at by my coach the whole time. he was like “ Pass the ball” “pass the ball”. I couldn’t focus he was like “shoot” “shoot” I missed. I started crying my head off and the coach cut me off of the team. Everybody who made it to the team started to laugh at for the easy shot I missed. I started to walk away from the gym, and then suddenly a basketball came of nowhere and hit my head. What was that for I yelled at a kid he said no you didn’t he ran up to me. And he was about half my height with a lot of nerve he said with a small clear voice don’t you ever talk to me like that he shouted crying away. That person was actually my friend. We weren’t friends anymore. I started getting sad. sHe wasn’t  my best friend in the world, bet then we were friends though.  The next day at school My head hurt a lot again. so I told my teacher.  My teacher said I can go to the nurse. I went to the nurse and she I looked perfectly fine and she gave me an ice pack. I put it on my head and it was really cold but it felt a lot better already. I was surprised at how fast an ice pack can make something feel better right away. Anyway I wanted to keep the ice pack because I liked the ice pack. It was very hot and I felt  cold when I had the ice pack on. Then I finally got away from my ice pack and went back to my class. after school my coach called my house and said I was back on the team I was so happy.      


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I really liked your story, it was AWSOME!!!!!

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i really liked your story, a lot
From: bicentlab
Posted: Tuesday, November 13, 2012 1:08 PM
Subject: Mrs. Saunder's Class's Stories


The Basketball Life

Brendan, Raaid, Stav, Shreya

There’s ten seconds left on the clock I have the ball the ball I’m double teamed an no one on my team is even paying attention.  This hadn’t even started if I hadn’t just stayed with my old team.  

It all started on October 26th I was at my first basketball practice I wasn’t the best guy on my team but I was in the middle, but on the team that I’m on now I’m the best but back to the story.   I was playing scrimmage my shots weren’t falling in the hoop I couldn’t get a pass off it was because I was getting yelled at by my coach the whole time. he was like “ Pass the ball” “pass the ball”. I couldn’t focus he was like “shoot” “shoot” I missed. I started crying my head off and the coach cut me off of the team. Everybody who made it to the team started to laugh at for the easy shot I missed. I started to walk away from the gym, and then suddenly a basketball came of nowhere and hit my head. What was that for I yelled at a kid he said no you didn’t he ran up to me. And he was about half my height with a lot of nerve he said with a small clear voice don’t you ever talk to me like that he shouted crying away. That person was actually my friend. We weren’t friends anymore. I started getting sad. sHe wasn’t  my best friend in the world, bet then we were friends though.  The next day at school My head hurt a lot again. so I told my teacher.  My teacher said I can go to the nurse. I went to the nurse and she I looked perfectly fine and she gave me an ice pack. I put it on my head and it was really cold but it felt a lot better already. I was surprised at how fast an ice pack can make something feel better right away. Anyway I wanted to keep the ice pack because I liked the ice pack. It was very hot and I felt  cold when I had the ice pack on. Then I finally got away from my ice pack and went back to my class. after school my coach called my house and said I was back on the team I was so happy.      


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i really liked your story, a lot
From: bicentlab
Posted: Tuesday, November 13, 2012 1:08 PM
Subject: Mrs. Saunder's Class's Stories


The Basketball Life

Brendan, Raaid, Stav, Shreya

There’s ten seconds left on the clock I have the ball the ball I’m double teamed an no one on my team is even paying attention.  This hadn’t even started if I hadn’t just stayed with my old team.  

It all started on October 26th I was at my first basketball practice I wasn’t the best guy on my team but I was in the middle, but on the team that I’m on now I’m the best but back to the story.   I was playing scrimmage my shots weren’t falling in the hoop I couldn’t get a pass off it was because I was getting yelled at by my coach the whole time. he was like “ Pass the ball” “pass the ball”. I couldn’t focus he was like “shoot” “shoot” I missed. I started crying my head off and the coach cut me off of the team. Everybody who made it to the team started to laugh at for the easy shot I missed. I started to walk away from the gym, and then suddenly a basketball came of nowhere and hit my head. What was that for I yelled at a kid he said no you didn’t he ran up to me. And he was about half my height with a lot of nerve he said with a small clear voice don’t you ever talk to me like that he shouted crying away. That person was actually my friend. We weren’t friends anymore. I started getting sad. sHe wasn’t  my best friend in the world, bet then we were friends though.  The next day at school My head hurt a lot again. so I told my teacher.  My teacher said I can go to the nurse. I went to the nurse and she I looked perfectly fine and she gave me an ice pack. I put it on my head and it was really cold but it felt a lot better already. I was surprised at how fast an ice pack can make something feel better right away. Anyway I wanted to keep the ice pack because I liked the ice pack. It was very hot and I felt  cold when I had the ice pack on. Then I finally got away from my ice pack and went back to my class. after school my coach called my house and said I was back on the team I was so happy.      


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From: bicentlab
Posted: Tuesday, November 13, 2012 1:08 PM
Subject: Mrs. Saunder's Class's Stories


The Basketball Life

Brendan, Raaid, Stav, Shreya

There’s ten seconds left on the clock I have the ball the ball I’m double teamed an no one on my team is even paying attention.  This hadn’t even started if I hadn’t just stayed with my old team.  

It all started on October 26th I was at my first basketball practice I wasn’t the best guy on my team but I was in the middle, but on the team that I’m on now I’m the best but back to the story.   I was playing scrimmage my shots weren’t falling in the hoop I couldn’t get a pass off it was because I was getting yelled at by my coach the whole time. he was like “ Pass the ball” “pass the ball”. I couldn’t focus he was like “shoot” “shoot” I missed. I started crying my head off and the coach cut me off of the team. Everybody who made it to the team started to laugh at for the easy shot I missed. I started to walk away from the gym, and then suddenly a basketball came of nowhere and hit my head. What was that for I yelled at a kid he said no you didn’t he ran up to me. And he was about half my height with a lot of nerve he said with a small clear voice don’t you ever talk to me like that he shouted crying away. That person was actually my friend. We weren’t friends anymore. I started getting sad. sHe wasn’t  my best friend in the world, bet then we were friends though.  The next day at school My head hurt a lot again. so I told my teacher.  My teacher said I can go to the nurse. I went to the nurse and she I looked perfectly fine and she gave me an ice pack. I put it on my head and it was really cold but it felt a lot better already. I was surprised at how fast an ice pack can make something feel better right away. Anyway I wanted to keep the ice pack because I liked the ice pack. It was very hot and I felt  cold when I had the ice pack on. Then I finally got away from my ice pack and went back to my class. after school my coach called my house and said I was back on the team I was so happy.      


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Wow...that was really weird but in a really GOOD way!:)
Ani_A_
From: bicentlab
Posted: Tuesday, November 13, 2012 1:09 PM
Subject: Mrs. Saunder's Class's Stories

The weird Baseball Story

By: Parker, Brendan, Raaid, Stav

         On the final game of the play offs and I am up to bat.  With two outs and we are down by three runs with a man on second base. I didn’t know what to do so when the pitch came I closed my eyes and swung at the ball but I missed so when the catcher was about to throw the ball back I took it from him and I threw it out of the park. I felt so proud I got my first homerun so when I went home bragged to everyone I know but when I told Matthew he said “You didn’t hit a homerun you threw the ball out of the park” then I said “my point exactly”. So I ran off telling the rest of the world they cared (or did they). This girl kept following me saying the exact same thing as me it scared me. I started to scream my head off because the girl kept on mimicking me. Suddenly out of nowhere the worst ball player in the world came up to me.  The man said hi and he kept on giving me free money. I took my bat, my ball and ran fast as I could home. I said to myself “what a weird day!” The ball player and the girl followed me home .The girl stopped me in my tracks and made me give her an interview I denied her and said n. But like a normal person she would walk away but she ignored me like most people do to me. She forests it out of me. And I told her all different lies and she bought it. The next day she was barely awake and she did 100 page assays.       



From: Shaunna O'Neil
Posted: Friday, October 26, 2012 12:42 PM
Subject: Mrs. Saunder's Class's Stories

Post your collaborative story as a reply to this post.  Then, read other classmates stories and comment....useful, constructive comments only.
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From: bicentlab
Posted: Tuesday, November 13, 2012 1:16 PM
Subject: Mrs. Saunder's Class's Stories

Albert the soccer ball

Rishav, Dev, Matthew, JuliaJ

                   

 

Once upon a time there was a talking soccer ball named Albert he is boring!!!!!!!!!!!!! He likes to talk about random stuff like homework. He never even talks about soccer. One day his best friend bob kicks him around (he is a human by the way.) Then the soccer ball realizes that he should talk about soccer and nothing else and he does. The next day when his best friend bob comes to kick him around he sees that the ball (aka the human) is talking about soccer not junk. So instead of kicking the ball he plays with the ball. The very next day bob goes to school and told all his friends about this miracle. Then all of bob’s friends went to go and see if the miracle was true and it was really true. Albert never got bothered by Bob (AKA Human) but this time it was a real mean kid named Big Josh  he stepped on him until  he was flat. Then Albert met a friend named Nate and he filled Albert up with air and he was all better. Bob played soccer with Albert EVERY SINGLE DAY. Albert started to get bored of getting grass driven into his face. He decided to secretly go to school with Bob. Albert knew that Bob wouldn’t like it if Albert went but the very Albert was rolling down the hallways of Caywood Elemetary School. Bob didn’t let Big Josh step on him again.

  The end !!!!

 

 



From: Shaunna O'Neil
Posted: Friday, October 26, 2012 12:42 PM
Subject: Mrs. Saunder's Class's Stories

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Wow...that was really weird but in a really GOOD way!:)

From: bicentlab
Posted: Tuesday, November 13, 2012 1:09 PM
Subject: Mrs. Saunder's Class's Stories

The weird Baseball Story

By: Parker, Brendan, Raaid, Stav

         On the final game of the play offs and I am up to bat.  With two outs and we are down by three runs with a man on second base. I didn’t know what to do so when the pitch came I closed my eyes and swung at the ball but I missed so when the catcher was about to throw the ball back I took it from him and I threw it out of the park. I felt so proud I got my first homerun so when I went home bragged to everyone I know but when I told Matthew he said “You didn’t hit a homerun you threw the ball out of the park” then I said “my point exactly”. So I ran off telling the rest of the world they cared (or did they). This girl kept following me saying the exact same thing as me it scared me. I started to scream my head off because the girl kept on mimicking me. Suddenly out of nowhere the worst ball player in the world came up to me.  The man said hi and he kept on giving me free money. I took my bat, my ball and ran fast as I could home. I said to myself “what a weird day!” The ball player and the girl followed me home .The girl stopped me in my tracks and made me give her an interview I denied her and said n. But like a normal person she would walk away but she ignored me like most people do to me. She forests it out of me. And I told her all different lies and she bought it. The next day she was barely awake and she did 100 page assays.       



From: Shaunna O'Neil
Posted: Friday, October 26, 2012 12:42 PM
Subject: Mrs. Saunder's Class's Stories

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I liked the story it was very good.
Rose

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your welcome!
Ani_A_

From: bicentlab
Posted: Tuesday, November 13, 2012 1:07 PM
Subject: Mrs. Saunder's Class's Stories

The three ugly witches

 By: Andrew, Elizabeth, Anilesa, Katie

 

Once upon a time there were three witches who loved to take human soles. They took the soles and made deadly stew. There was a kid named Ben who strolled in the witches’ house the witches were out finding soles.

 Ben looked around the room he saw a big pot and a broom and many jars full of stew. Then Ben opened one of the jars not knowing what might happen and then boom!

        The three witches busted open the unlocked door and tried to take Ben’s soul.

He had no idea what he was in for. The witches began casting their evil   spell in hopes to add Ben and his soul to their stew of victims. But Ben didn’t give up! He took a stick out of his pocket that he had brought when he was going to play with his dog later, He took the stick and to his astonishment, The stick started to glow when he said “ Glow Glow Glow lick so ”. He felt suddenly powerful but then he started to realize that the witches were finding it hard to take his soul. They started to kneel but then quickly struggled to stand up. He grasped the stick tighter in his hand and said the words louder! “GLOW, GLOW, GLOW LIKE SO!!!” The witches’ bodies started to grow fainter and fainter by the times he said those words. But then the witch on the left stood up, she collapsed once more but struggled more frantically than the other two witches. Ben quickly realized the stick was taking away their powers. “GLOW, GLOW, GLOW LIKE SO!!! The witches almost disappeared. But then one of them grabbed the stick, and they returned to existence. She almost gave it to the others, but they disappeared

THE

END



From: Shaunna O'Neil
Posted: Friday, October 26, 2012 12:42 PM
Subject: Mrs. Saunder's Class's Stories

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liked the story!
Ani_A_

From: bicentlab
Posted: Tuesday, November 13, 2012 1:07 PM
Subject: Mrs. Saunder's Class's Stories

The three ugly witches

 By: Andrew, Elizabeth, Anilesa, Katie

 

Once upon a time there were three witches who loved to take human soles. They took the soles and made deadly stew. There was a kid named Ben who strolled in the witches’ house the witches were out finding soles.

 Ben looked around the room he saw a big pot and a broom and many jars full of stew. Then Ben opened one of the jars not knowing what might happen and then boom!

        The three witches busted open the unlocked door and tried to take Ben’s soul.

He had no idea what he was in for. The witches began casting their evil   spell in hopes to add Ben and his soul to their stew of victims. But Ben didn’t give up! He took a stick out of his pocket that he had brought when he was going to play with his dog later, He took the stick and to his astonishment, The stick started to glow when he said “ Glow Glow Glow lick so ”. He felt suddenly powerful but then he started to realize that the witches were finding it hard to take his soul. They started to kneel but then quickly struggled to stand up. He grasped the stick tighter in his hand and said the words louder! “GLOW, GLOW, GLOW LIKE SO!!!” The witches’ bodies started to grow fainter and fainter by the times he said those words. But then the witch on the left stood up, she collapsed once more but struggled more frantically than the other two witches. Ben quickly realized the stick was taking away their powers. “GLOW, GLOW, GLOW LIKE SO!!! The witches almost disappeared. But then one of them grabbed the stick, and they returned to existence. She almost gave it to the others, but they disappeared

THE

END



From: Shaunna O'Neil
Posted: Friday, October 26, 2012 12:42 PM
Subject: Mrs. Saunder's Class's Stories

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abbie needs a better ending
From: bicentlab
Posted: Tuesday, November 13, 2012 1:07 PM
Subject: Mrs. Saunder's Class's Stories

The three ugly witches

 By: Andrew, Elizabeth, Anilesa, Katie

 

Once upon a time there were three witches who loved to take human soles. They took the soles and made deadly stew. There was a kid named Ben who strolled in the witches’ house the witches were out finding soles.

 Ben looked around the room he saw a big pot and a broom and many jars full of stew. Then Ben opened one of the jars not knowing what might happen and then boom!

        The three witches busted open the unlocked door and tried to take Ben’s soul.

He had no idea what he was in for. The witches began casting their evil   spell in hopes to add Ben and his soul to their stew of victims. But Ben didn’t give up! He took a stick out of his pocket that he had brought when he was going to play with his dog later, He took the stick and to his astonishment, The stick started to glow when he said “ Glow Glow Glow lick so ”. He felt suddenly powerful but then he started to realize that the witches were finding it hard to take his soul. They started to kneel but then quickly struggled to stand up. He grasped the stick tighter in his hand and said the words louder! “GLOW, GLOW, GLOW LIKE SO!!!” The witches’ bodies started to grow fainter and fainter by the times he said those words. But then the witch on the left stood up, she collapsed once more but struggled more frantically than the other two witches. Ben quickly realized the stick was taking away their powers. “GLOW, GLOW, GLOW LIKE SO!!! The witches almost disappeared. But then one of them grabbed the stick, and they returned to existence. She almost gave it to the others, but they disappeared

THE

END



From: Shaunna O'Neil
Posted: Friday, October 26, 2012 12:42 PM
Subject: Mrs. Saunder's Class's Stories

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nice story
Parker

From: bicentlab
Posted: Tuesday, November 13, 2012 1:15 PM
Subject: Mrs. Saunder's Class's Stories

Albert the soccer ball

Rishav, Dev, Matthew, JuliaJ

                   

 

Once upon a time there was a talking soccer ball named Albert he is boring!!!!!!!!!!!!! He likes to talk about random stuff like homework. He never even talks about soccer. One day his best friend bob kicks him around (he is a human by the way.) Then the soccer ball realizes that he should talk about soccer and nothing else and he does. The next day when his best friend bob comes to kick him around he sees that the ball (aka the human) is talking about soccer not junk. So instead of kicking the ball he plays with the ball. The very next day bob goes to school and told all his friends about this miracle. Then all of bob’s friends went to go and see if the miracle was true and it was really true. Albert never got bothered by Bob (AKA Human) but this time it was a real mean kid named Big Josh  he stepped on him until  he was flat. Then Albert met a friend named Nate and he filled Albert up with air and he was all better. Bob played soccer with Albert EVERY SINGLE DAY. Albert started to get bored of getting grass driven into his face. He decided to secretly go to school with Bob. Albert knew that Bob wouldn’t like it if Albert went but the very Albert was rolling down the hallways of Caywood Elemetary School. Bob didn’t let Big Josh step on him again.

  The end !!!!

 

 



From: Shaunna O'Neil
Posted: Friday, October 26, 2012 12:42 PM
Subject: Mrs. Saunder's Class's Stories

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It was a little confusing, but it was good.
Rose

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I agree with raaid, but it was really good!:)\
Ani _A_

From: bicentlab
Posted: Tuesday, November 13, 2012 1:12 PM
Subject: Mrs. Saunder's Class's Stories

Need's a better ending, but overall good!
 
--
Raaid

From: bicentlab
Posted: Tuesday, November 13, 2012 1:06 PM
Subject: Mrs. Saunder's Class's Stories

Title: A scary story

By: Dev, Matthew, Julia, Abbie

 

Once upon a time there was a kid who was afraid of monsters and the dark. One day he was assigned a quest to go into a cave which had monsters in it and it was dark to save his father who was kidnapped. When this kid is assigned this quest he says no but then he remembers that he has to save his father and he says yes to this quest.  When he goes on this quest he meets a lot of obstacles which stop him from going to the cave but he survives them. HE suddenly heard a noise it was a huge monster it was a Giant spider and a Giant worm that eats everything in its way. He failed and fell into a hole and it was pitch dark. He had no things to make light. He saw a person and he asked the boy if he needed help and he said yes. He said he was looking for his father. The man told him that they would find his father after they had a little fun. The boy was determined to find his father but he thought that he could wait 5 minutes. What the boy didn’t know was that his father would be waiting WAY more than 5 minutes. Then he said “WHERE IS MY DADDY!!” sounding uncool.OHHH he man said I thought you said I want a Lollipop. What’s his name the man said. Bobolet.

The End



From: Shaunna O'Neil
Posted: Friday, October 26, 2012 12:42 PM
Subject: Mrs. Saunder's Class's Stories

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abbie
 nice


 
From: bicentlab
Posted: Tuesday, November 13, 2012 1:06 PM
Subject: Mrs. Saunder's Class's Stories

Title: A scary story

By: Dev, Matthew, Julia, Abbie

 

Once upon a time there was a kid who was afraid of monsters and the dark. One day he was assigned a quest to go into a cave which had monsters in it and it was dark to save his father who was kidnapped. When this kid is assigned this quest he says no but then he remembers that he has to save his father and he says yes to this quest.  When he goes on this quest he meets a lot of obstacles which stop him from going to the cave but he survives them. HE suddenly heard a noise it was a huge monster it was a Giant spider and a Giant worm that eats everything in its way. He failed and fell into a hole and it was pitch dark. He had no things to make light. He saw a person and he asked the boy if he needed help and he said yes. He said he was looking for his father. The man told him that they would find his father after they had a little fun. The boy was determined to find his father but he thought that he could wait 5 minutes. What the boy didn’t know was that his father would be waiting WAY more than 5 minutes. Then he said “WHERE IS MY DADDY!!” sounding uncool.OHHH he man said I thought you said I want a Lollipop. What’s his name the man said. Bobolet.

The End



From: Shaunna O'Neil
Posted: Friday, October 26, 2012 12:42 PM
Subject: Mrs. Saunder's Class's Stories

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