All of my old writing from 5th grade

Sock Dimension /Rough Draft 1 (Work of Fiction)

It was a cloudy day in Portland, Oregon and Lola was getting ready for her best friend, Jasons, sleepover.

"Are you getting dressed? If you're not, can I come in?" Jason asked outside of Lolas door, ready to pick her up for his sleepover.

"Yeah, you can come in! I'm just putting on some socks." Lola yelled back from the other side of the door, not knowing what awesome socks to wear for this awesome sleepover.

As Jason opened the door, he was surprised to see hundreds of pairs of socks on the ground. Right as he turned to Lola, he caught a pair of socks that was flung towards him.

"Okay, calm down, Lolo!" Jason said, putting his hand on Lolas shoulder. Lola sighed, obviously a little frustrated.

"I'm sorry, Jay-Jay. I just don't know what socks to wear." Jason looked at her with a small smile, starting to laugh.

"Seireiously, that's it? I'll just help you!" Jason said, tears starting to come out of his eyes.

"Thanks, Jay-Jay!" Lola said, hugging him out of friendship.

"No problem."

Jason looked through the numerous pairs of socks on the floor, carefully taking them out of their bunched balls.

"Ah, hah!" Jason suddenly said, startling Lola as she was folding some socks back up.

"Did you find some good socks?" Lola asked Jason, a questioning look on her face. 

"Yeah!" Jason exclaimed excitedly, holding up two socks. "These socks have a cool desighn, and look realy comftorable!" Jason handed over the socks to Lola.

"These are my gnomes riding dragons socks..." Jason nodded his head, eager for her to try them on. Lola slowly put them on, wondering how she even got them.

Suddenly, a tiny hand grabbed her ankle. Lola screamed as she was pulled into the sock, her face looking like she had seen a ghost. Jason watched in awe. He got snapped back into reality as he felt a tiny but firm hand grasp his left ankle. He had a look of horror glued on his face. Soon after the dead-cold hand grabbed tightly on his leg, he got pulled into the seemingly infant large biome of the sock.

Once Jason finally landed on hard ground he screamed Lolas name.

"LOLA!!! YELL 'POLO' IF YOU CAN HEAR ME!!!"

"Shh..." Lola whispered to Jason. Jason turned his head behind him in surprise, seeing a crouched down Lola starring back at him with pleading eyes. Jason slowly knodded his head.

"Okay. I'll be quite. Can you please tell me what's going on here?" Jason screamed whispered.

Before Lola even had time to open her mouth, a cold; peach hand covered Jasons mouth.

"You're coming with me, cutie." A mysterious, masculen voice said as a syringe entered his arm. Jason franticaly moved all of his limbs. Slowly, the sleep toxin that came from the syringe started settling in Jason now calming down. Everything started to fade out, even the calls of his name from his dear friend Lola, as he finally went to sleep.

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And, so, once again, the story is finished.