In My Bed

fairly, nice day. Work wasn’t to bad. My boss wasn’t on my tail for not getting him a paper on time. It was supper time when I got home. The food was already set out and the kids at the table when I walked in the door. Jane, 9 years old, had a book in her hand like normal. Billy, 4 years old, sat there picking at his scab. My husband came in with the last plate. Jason had been out of a job for 9 months now, so he was the stay at home mom for a little while. I set my bag down on our wooden table right

mention the fact that this dog is constantly rolling around in the filthy grass getting all kinds of germs on him. My beloved dog has also cost me hundreds of dollars to simply raise him into the healthy and happy dog he is now. I have grown sick of caring for him and I will no longer the tyranny from my own dog. I disavow any more care of this rude dog with a perfidy manners, who has cost my nothing but trouble and money since he arrived “Having a pet can cost you over $1,000 in the first year, and

The Dumb Boy Named Billy "No, my dear," she said. "Only you." "Well why is that?" Billy asked. "I guess people go to The Bell and Dragon instead," she exclaimed in disgust. Suddenly Billy had a tummy ache, so he decided to go lie down. He swigged the rest of his tea, and said "goodnight" to the Landlady. After making his way up to his floor,Billy changed into pajamas. When he turned around to get in bed, the Landlady was standing in the doorway. "Well hello there Mr. Weaver, she said anxiously

one of the princesses of the kingdom on the sun. "Noooooooooo"she yelled as she was set of to the same place as her twin sister...Hawaii but she was stuck in a worm hole and time was frozen then...she was sent to earth as a baby ...13 years later... "My first day at a new school. I can't wait" ...a few minutes later... "Finally I'm at school'' said Emma as she walked into her new school. It's her first year of middle school. She walks into school and after second period she had a bunch of friends.

My sisters and I are completely different; we cause many problems with each other, which causes us to get into trouble by our parents, but our parents still love us no matter what. Not only are humans different; dogs are different too. My dogs, Zoey and Rosie, are both loved the same, but they have many differences. Zoey is different from Rosie. Zoey is a mutt. My mom calls her a Pomapooski because Zoey has three different dog breeds mixed in her: Pomeranian, Poodle, and Shitzu. Zoey was a

ONE Bruno is not dead. His voice still rings in my head, his scent of cacao and dirt still linger in my nose. I wish I could touch him and wrap my arms around torso, and tell him how sorry I am. But I cannot, I am a coward. I am afraid of looking at my son. I know that he is still around, I can feel him following me. I can feel his cold stare lurking behind me, I can feel the guilt he put upon me. Whenever you lose something, a necklace, your keys or whatever. Everyone tells you to look in the last

slammed shut as my dad sounded the horn a few times. Mom and dad were off to visit my siblings at school. It is just me and the puppy, Mimi, roaming my newly lonely house. I whipped up a cup of hot coco, grabbed some marshmallows, then ran up the stairs straight to my bed, finding the netflix screen waiting for me. Bundled up in my covers on a rather chilly and windy fall night laid my doggie and I relaxing while watching the dramatic series of “90210”. I began to sink deeper into my comfy bed beginning

wanted to drop my bag on the ground and slump into bed. I stepped into my room and flipped on the lights; to my astonishment there was Cynthia & a boy- in MY bed. “Cynthia!!” I snapped. She slowly opened her groggy eyes, as she gained awareness of the situation. “What are you doing? Why are you in my bed?” Her reply forced me to hold back the incredible hulk that’s lies within me. “Well… funny story” she said in a giggly way. “You see... my boyfriend was over, and we broke my bed, so we had to

get in bed. I lean my head back onto the pillow as my head sinks in. Safely tucked away in my bed, I start to think about the stress I have from unfinished homework and upcoming tests. My legs are burning and my body aching from running up and down the court. I 'm exhausted from the long day at school and a rough day at practice; i 'm ready to fall asleep. As I close my eyes everything seems to disappear and I slowly drift asleep. It was three in the morning when my door slammed open. My eyes suddenly

beams of light flashing before my eyes. When suddenly out of nowhere swooped a mysterious shaped object falling out of the sky. I wonder; could it be? Is this proof aliens exist? Are they attacking earth, right now? If so, that means I have been right all along. My friends and family never believed in aliens, but I did. They would always pick on me and tell me to “get real,” but I never listened to them. The mysterious object that passed me brought me out of my thoughts. I got a closer look