Creative Writing: Lanea's Sleepover

“I guess you could say that,” he motioned her to follow him again, and handed her some other odd creature.

“It’s not that bad, we should just ask for samples of anything we want I mean they busy getting things out the car..” Monika replied.

“Give me something to put them into, though. Can’t carry them in my hands and crawl.”

“Man, these people deserve to be stolen from. They don’t even lock the doors.” Finn said.

“All right, I’ll take you to him. But if he doesn’t know you, you’re all going to be thrown into the frying pan.” She made a slashing gesture with her huge, hooked claw across her neck. “And I’ll cook you up just like I do my fish, dark and crispy.”

Walking down 7 Boyden Lane, I feel the unevenness of sidewalk. Each step is different from the last. Trying to avoid twisting my ankle from one of the cracks, that is filled with rustic green grass. As I keep walking, I hear my foot slowly step down on a leaf. Making the sound of a potato chip being eaten. Advancing forward, I soon come to a new street, surrounded by massive trees that hover over me. Enabling me to only detect little specs of the clear blue sky up above. The smell of cow manure reminiscing the air. The sun beating on my shoulders, as I hear an immense truck start to approach me. Passing me it kicks up dust into the warm air, making it impossible to see twenty feet in front of me. All the sudden my hair starts to move to the

“Oh! Sorry sire. We wouldn't want to scare them away, now would we?” The servant said in his normal

“I know, this has really been a childhood dream that's been brought into reality,” Hailey replied a small smile on her lips, Sierra turning to face her. “I wonder what we’ll do here.”

Manicured garden, a flimsy parasol on her shoulder. She reached at a brook over a bridge between two streams. Below, ornamental carp swam in a lazy circle, flashing their red, yellow, orange and white scales among the purple blossoms of the water lilies.

“Sure, bring them with you,” he said and looked at Ernest. “They will be here in a few minutes.”

I am walking into school this morning searching for my friends. I find them immediately, and I rush to our table to tell them about the nightly scoop. Everyone crowds around, but not my best friend, Tamia. “Where’s Tamia”. I ask. Everyone responds, “I don't know, she said that she was probably going to come late today.” Even without Tamia being there, I start telling my friends about my dad’s sudden wishes. “He asked me for every single one of my passwords!” I say. I start getting louder and louder until I was boiling mad. I had nothing to hide but that still was not cool.

“Yeah! Maddie and I are going! You should come with. I’m driving, so you don’t have to, if you wanna join us.”

“Thanks!” We practice for about 30 minutes and then moved to our next animals. We didn't have to practice with sheep and swine because we already know how to show them, so we went to rabbits, “Hey Winston, can we show your rabbits for round robin?”

“Tell me about it. What pony in their right mind keeps a skunk as a pet and then loses it?” Sweetie Belle inquired rhetorically.

Winter’s bright red pajamas had been splashed with white as pillows smashed into her. She could feel herself perspire, beads of salty sweat dripping down her face. She felt her energy dwindle, and she fell from the bed in defeat. Winter managed to groan, “Man down…”