“Finally” I whispered to myself after finishing the worst book in history for an assignment at school. Why oh WHY had The Adventures of Carl ever been written? Now I had to write a FULL PAGE about it! A FULL PAGE!! Yay! NOT! I then took a deep breath, and began to write:
The Adventures of Carl
Written by Tim Glop
There was a young man named Carl. He obviously loved his name. The story is about how he ruined the town by scaring everyone in it by saying, “Hi, my name is Carl” and, “Everyone calls me Carl, but my real name is Carl” Later on, another young man named Larry came up to him and said, “Hi my name is Larry. Everyone calls me Larry, but my real name is Larry” And so, the town was destroyed. I liked the book because it was extremely funny. To make the book better, I would shorten it, so it wouldn’t bore anyone, since Carl says the same thing to Billy, and Andy, and so on. I encourage you to read this book for many reasons.
Report by Taylor Plow
I am so lucky I wrote the sentence,” To make the book better, I would shorten it, so it wouldn’t bore anyone, since Carl says the same thing to Billy, and Andy, and so on.“ Instead of, “To make the book better, I would shorten it, so there was no more of the book.” because I would have if I wanted to badly enough. But, however I’m a straight-A student, so I wouldn’t unless I were in a horrible mood. The hardest part of writing the book would probably be writing WHY I liked the book. But I have to say, it WAS pretty funny. And I DO like funny books. So, I guess it was half true, and half lie. Half lie because I honestly didn’t like the book at ALL. But, it’s required, and as I already said, it wouldn’t be easy to do something to make me ruin my grade.
I put my finished report in my green folder and put my folder in my pink, purple, and black polka-dotted backpack, which sat next to my desk.
I smelled something… Time for dinner I thought as I raced down the 17 stairs leading to the kitchen.
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In the morning, I awoke by the annoying sound of an alarm clock that wakes me up 10 minutes earlier than it should. I got dressed, swung my backpack over my shoulder and slowly walked downstairs while wobbling, since it was so early. I didn’t even know what time it was, but didn’t even care.
I dropped my backpack down next to the chair I usually sit in, grabbed a bowl and some cereal, got some milk, and poured them into the bowl. I carried the bowl to my usual chair, sat down, and went to grab a spoon that wasn’t there next to my bowl of cereal. I groaned to myself as I got up to get a stupidspoon, wishing I could have pancakes instead.
I ate my now soggy cereal, and heard my 7-year-old brother plopping down each step, followed by my 2-year-old brother.”
crying, and my mother trying to calm him down. Why is it that it’s so quiet before the rest of the family comes downstairs every morning?
“Taylor, why are you up before the rest of us? It’s not fair!” Carter said to me.
“To me it’s not fair. Trust me.” I replied.
My mom carefully sat Jacob the little crier down in his high-chair and gave him some Cheerio’s.
“Now, Carter, waffles or pancakes?” She asked.
“Mom, why does HE get the good food?”
“’Cause I’m special.”
“Shut UP, Carter!”
“Honey, he cooperates only if I give him specials.”
“Whatever,” I said as I gave her a hug good-bye and gave Jacob a kiss on the forehead as he laughed those cute little baby laughs, and glared at Carter as I went to the bus stop right across the street.
“Poops,” I said to myself. Did I miss the bus? Nobody was at the bus stop. I ran inside to check the time. Why was I earlier than usual?
“Everyone’s going to laugh at you at school today, Tay,” my mom said with a grin.
Wow. I forgot to brush my hair and teeth. Why and how would I forget? Was it to turn in my report to get it over with?
I brushed my long, blonde hair, put in a pink headband, and brushed my teeth. I went back to the bus stop with people actually there, and felt much better. I soon saw Carter running across the street --in front of a car-- right as the bus got to the stop, just as he does every morning.
I plopped in the seat I usually do, which is always open, and waited for my best friend Allison’s stop, which, luckily, is the stop after mine. She sat next to me, as always, and told me about her book for her report. It was called Sitting on the bench and sounded extremely good and pulled out my report. I saw her eyes widen as she read more and more of it.
“Uh, nice?” she finally said.
I laughed. “Say what you want about it. It’s not my fault that it was the last book choice available.”
“Yeah, but-“
“Forget it,” I said and rolled my eyes
“Okay, okay.”
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