The Time My Guinea Pig Died

I was still drowsing, but I was awake. I got my clothes on and then went to get my phone and I remembered that I did not charge it. I found my phone on the charger and I said in my head “Thank you, dad.” My mom, my sister and I quickly got in the car so we could go to Rockford to get my cousin, Melissa. We stopped at her house and she came with us ready to go to Six Flags.

“Nanny, what do you want from the boardwalk?” My father said as we were preparing to go down the street to the boardwalk. My little Italian grandma peered out of the window saying “Bri, I want those Zepoles from Three Brothers please.” As we walked to the boardwalk I asked my father about the history of our shore house in Seaside Heights. “It must have been the late eighties when my parents decided to buy the shore house. They wanted a place where all the family could get together and make memories. You know family is the most important thing to Nanny.” The beach air blew my hair out of my face carrying the sweet smell of the Zepoles.

I pulled out of his driveway and got back on the highway. Soon I got to my apartment building and went to my floor, 21. From the glass-enclosed elevator, I could see everything. I could see the magnolia trees, ashes, beeches, and bald cypresses. Far away, I could see the gulf and the fisheries on the water. Florida's economy was growing rapidly, in terms of fish. (Fuson and Norrell; Muller and Irvin). Finally, the elevator warning bell rang and I got off. I walked down the carpeted hallway and I was at my apartment. There, I unlocked the door and walked in. The sun was down and the stars were up. I could see lights everywhere from the other homes and buildings. I walked into my room and fell into the bed. I could tell it was time for bed. I shut my eyes and dreamed sweet dreams. It was early in the evening, yet there I rest, the only peaceful part of the hectic Florida town

The author, William Golding uses the deaths of each of his characters as a symbolic way to address the deep rooted messages within his novel Lord of the Flies. To some readers, the deaths of the beloved Piggy and Simon were just that, deaths of characters. However, these deaths signified more than just the loss of characters within the novel. Golding’s killings of these characters were not arbitrary, but for the interlaced emotional and meaningful messages in each of the character’s personal makeup. Simon’s death symbolizes the slow descent into savagery, whereas Piggy’s death symbolizes the complete acceptance of the savagery that is within all of us.

at the window seat and the sun was hot. I didn't listen to music or read. I jsut talked to My. We got home and it was hot a ever. I ate Cherry Gacia ice cream and Hot Cheetos. I then watched Blue Bloods. It was about a cop who got shot and died. They found the gang,but he had his own secret that was cheating on his wife. It turned out he was an under cover cop pretending to date a gang girl,but his wife was drunk and called the number. The next day the cop got killed since the gang knew it was a cop. Then I typed my day an edit my older entries. Now its 4:00.I then watched another Blue Bloods. It was about this girl who took suicide and this woman and man who wants to get married,but the daughters dad refuses their marriage. The marragie was a cover up because thw guy was gay,the got married anyways.

I opened the door of the huge truck like vehicle, threw my backpack inside and sat down in the black leather seat. My sister was next to me it the middle seat holding our little dog daisy and one of her plush toys in her hands. A few minutes later, my mother got inside, started the engine and we pulled out of the driveway. I took one last glance at our old house knowing this would be the last time I would ever see it and then saw my friend waving goodbye from his house. I waved back to him and then turn around in my seat and looked at the road ahead. It was going to be a long trip, but I was ready for it. I started getting more and more excited about our new house in Idaho and what kind of new memories I could make there, all the new people I would meet, and friends I would make. Then I thought, maybe Idaho won’t be so bad, maybe it will be even better than

I woke up with dried drool on my left cheek, and I heard the sound of my dad making his daily smoothie. I got ready as fast as I could, because I was late, as always. I ran down our seven flights of stairs and met Todd

I remember sitting at our dining room table, looking past the window. I wasn’t much older than eleven. It was a sunny Saturday afternoon, and I was bored out of my mind. I sighed, wishing there was something exciting to do. My mother told me that I should go outside and play, but I had already played at our playground what seemed like a million times already. The playground was only ten yards away from our small 800 square foot apartment, in the heart of Omaha, Nebraska. This was a convenience to some kids, but to me it was aggravating. I sat there in that wooden dining chair thinking how this summer had been one of the most uneventful summers I had ever had. I daydreamed about the summers of when I was living in Upstate New York. Ever since

On Saturday I woke up around 7:00 I lay in bed and read for a little bit and then I got up and started my chores. (My dad went to work while I was doing my chores) When I had two to go we had breakfast (biscuits) and watched a doctor who. Then I finished my chores and packed to go to my grandma’s house for a sleepover. After I had finished packing I started coloring with my mom and my brother. Then my grandma came and we put away our colors and then we packed the car and headed to the grocery store to drop my mom off so she could get groceries. We had to go with her so we did and I pushed the cart while my grandma went and did something. Then my grandma came and we dropped my mom off back at our house and went with our grandma for a sleepover. First we had lunch there then my brother and I had to pick up the sticks if we wanted a popsicle. When we finished we got the popsicle and played until bedtime which was at 9:30. I stayed awake reading until I finally fell asleep. It was a big day.

That night I went to sleep thinking “What am I going to do tomorrow at school?” When I woke up the next morning it was time to go to school, I got ready and my mom drove for my first day at my new school.I walked into the school to my classroom, I was the most confused I’ve ever been in my life and then I entered my 3rd grade

It was another monotonous, scorching summer Friday. We had burgers and hot dogs on the grill sizzling and calling our taste buds. Then we had finished supper. Dad had a gig at Hudson Booster Days later that night. We went back outside to shoot some hoops. Jonah, Hannah, Eli, and I played a pickup basketball game and then got bored again. We went in to cool off a little and took a little break.

I pulled into the school, kissed my mother goodbye, and loaded up all my things on the bus. As the whole basketball team and the cheerleaders boarded the bus, we were finally ready to make our way towards Richmond. On the bus ride there was an abundance of laughter and fun, but we knew that when we got there it was all business. After we finally got to our hotel, where we planned to stay for the next couple days, it was time to head up to our room and get settled in. It was late in the evening, so after we got something to eat, we were ordered to be in our rooms and to settle down and get ready for bed. I of course, got a good meal and filled my stomach than I was ready to take a shower and go to bed to prepare for the most important game of our season. Finally, everyone had eaten and we were all ready to get to our room and go to

It was a crisp morning on Newport Island, or Timmy’s Island as Timmy liked to think of it. Timmy Newport was chasing Dexter, the Newport family’s Golden Labrador, around the island. Dexter was turning 3 years old tomorrow, but the Newport family had owned him for about two and a half years. Timmy’s dad, Scott Newport, had found Dexter in the market one day in Miami. Miami was on the coast of Florida and was an hour-long boat trip, there and back. Even though Miami was only about four miles away from Newport Island, Mr. Newport was a good rower and could get there in about 30 minutes when he rowed. Mr. Newport had to go to Miami Mondays through Fridays for work. Scott Newport was a fisherman who caught fish with his Timmy every morning. He didn’t

I could feel the nice breeze hitting my face as I looked at all of the islands around us. When I felt better, I went back below and saw that the scuba divers had just jumped in and were trying to find some sea creatures, soon, they brought up a sea urchin and brought it up to the window so that everyone could see and inspect it. They did the same with a few more interesting animals like a starfish. I got seasick again so I had to go back up on top of the boat until the end of the ride. I loved the boat ride, but it felt amazing, but also weird to be back on the land. “Ugh”, I groaned. My legs were so sore and I too warm and hungry. My dad wanted to eat, too. We went to eat at the restaurant that was painted light blue with a painted sign and

I sat up and stared at the horizon, cherishing the never-ending deep blue water touching the enormous orange ball in the far west.  As the sun was setting, I notice the tiny shadows of the seashells forming and the fast growing waves overcome each seashell with strong force.  When I looked up at the sky, I admired the transformation a fluffy clouds turning into light feather outlines and I watched the screaming seagulls fly across the ocean, in front of the gleaming sun.  The roaring of the waves smashing on the shore was like a warning that if we wanted to stay dry, we had to move away from the shore We did not leave the site of the beach until the purple, orange and yellow sunset hit the horizon.  I felt the warmth of the sun against my skin like a baby blanket straight out of the