“Moment Like This” Prompt
WritingFix has a fun lesson–called ”Memories Like This“ –that was inspired by the chapter book Milkweed by Jerry Spinelli.
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December 12th, 2008 at 10:24 am
The Big Break-in
Slam! The school door banged closed behind me. My eyes were struggling not to droop shut. It was 7:30 in the morning, the start of another boring school day….so I thought. There was an unusually large amount of chatter, and the teachers and custodians were scurrying about.
I ignored all the chaos, though. As I passed the cafeteria, heading for the gym, the aroma of hot pancakes and thick maple syrup filled the hallways. I, reluctantly, plodded passed the cafeteria. Suddenly, out of nowhere, my friend, Brittany, hopped in front of me, excited and hyper. “GuesswhatSarasomeone-” I cut her off. “Speak slower!” I told her.
She started over: “Someone broke into the school last night!” I was so confused I couldn’t describe it. I finally found my voice.
“What-what did they steal? Who stole it? Did anyone die?” So many question bubbles were floating into my head, but popped as Brittany explained herself.
I found out that two teenagers were skateboarding on the playground, broke into the school, stole two computers, and shattered several windows. It turns out that our second grade was at the school grading papers at the time of the scene.
We walked to the gym together thoughtfully. On the way we passed by a broken window. The cracked glass looked like a spider web.
The school went on with a regular school day, though we weren’t allowed in certain places because of glass, other evidence, or the occasional blood! I’ll never forget that scary experience when we were the talk of the town.
December 19th, 2008 at 7:16 am
The Strange Night
It was dark, and I was restless. It was two in the morning, but I didn’t care. I sneaked out of my bedroom and into the hallway. As I passed his room, I could hear my dad’s snores while he was sleeping. The house still smelled like chicken and strawberry pie from dinner. Suddenly, I heard click-clacking from the living room. “What could that be?” I wondered to myself. Spencer, our dog, was asleep in my room, although I didn’t really check it was really dark, and the only way I wasn’t tripping and falling was that a tiny bit of moonlight coming through the windows and making an outline of the objects. I was still scared, as any other eight year old would be. The metal parts of everything were giving off a faint glow. Click-clack, click-clack. I heard it again. I was really frightened by now. What if someone was in the house and I had no protection whatsoever. Quickly, I grabbed the heavy dictionary from the bookcase. I was in the living room now, and nothing was there. Click-clack, click-clack. It came from the kitchen. If someone was in there, I would have seen through the gap in the wall to serve people meals. When I looked through, but nothing was there. I looked away. Bang-bang, I heard from the kitchen. I went inside, but it was only Spencer. He knocked down the garbage can. Soon, the lights came on and my dad came into the kitchen. “What are you doing up?” he asked me in a drowsy voice. “I wanted to see what the noise was” I said in a hush. We picked up the trash and went to bed. At the end of my bed, Spencer whimpered softly. He knew what he did. Until I fell asleep that night, I thought of how stupid I was. Nothing was wrong, and we all knew it. But what would happen if someone was really there?
December 19th, 2008 at 10:17 am
The Swim Meet
The whistle blew, and the focused swimmers slid into the water. I watched as nervous tension ate away at my straight thinking. Again the whistle shrieked. The swimmers pulled themselves onto the starting bar. Then they were gone, like sharks shooting through the water. The event that I was hoping would last a life time was over all too fast.
I was hot. I knew my face was sizzling red, even in my chokingly tight bathing suit. Now it was my turn to swim.
My breathing became quicker as the whistle rang through the pool. MY feet slapped the water. Both of my hands gripped the bar. I clutched the cold metal bar like life support when the whistle blew telling my instincts to GOOOOOO!
MY leap from the bar to the water seemed to take a millennium. I couldn’t wait to smack the frigid water by the time I slapped down! I concentrated on holding a perfectly tight streamline. I kicked my adrenalin powered legs and used all of my remaining strength to power my flailing arms. My splashes created fireworks of swirling water above me.
All of the way down the pool and all the way back I focused on the bitter smell of chlorine mixed with ferocious nerves Finally I slammed the wall head first and into my tingling arm was forced a blue ribbon! I felt complete wholesome victory. I couldn’t believe it!!
December 19th, 2008 at 10:18 am
The Navy Seal Run
I could barely hold myself back from the excitement rising in me for the five mile race that lay ahead of me. I was wide awake, relaxed, and a bit chilly. Then “BANG”, the crowd of people moved along like a freight train. My mom, dad, and I kept a good pace with constant footsteps surrounding us. Along the way we met obstacles like streams that would swallow me up to my chest and knee deep mud puddles that I found myself chugging along helplessly as if I had 30 pound weights tide to my feet. It was like boot camp! Even thought on the last stretch of the race I was sore, tired, and pulling up my shorts that were drenched with a mixture of mud and water, I was filled with pride as I put my foot over the big stone letters “FINISH!”
December 19th, 2008 at 10:25 am
Expedition Everest
I had been waiting all day for this.
It was the third out of the fifth day at Disney World. The first thing we did that morning was get cards to let us not stay in line too long. The ride we had been waiting all day long for was the huge Expedition Everest. The rollercoaster was the biggest in the park, so I was a little scared when I saw it, but I finally decided that I wanted to ride it.
Eventually, at the end of the day it was time to ride the gigantic rollercoaster. My dad and I got on the ride together in the very back seat, so we could go the fastest. We waited for everybody to get ready, and then the ride finally started. I started to get nervous because you couldn’t see half of the ride from the outside. The chain brought us to the very top of the rollercoaster and into the pitch black “cave”. Going to the top was frightening because of the metal ticking sound. Once we were inside, we stopped. Up ahead of us there was a progection of a yeti ripping out the track behind us! We sped fastly downwards and backwards. It felt as if we went on a couple of backward loops. This was the most thrilling part of the ride. We eventually “got back on the track” and started to go straight.
We got to the part that I expected because I saw it outside before I got on. It was the huge drop into the outside area of the ride. We went as fast as we could down the drop, turned, and sped up again. The drop was the fastest part of the ride. It was also the loudest part because of all the people on the ride screaming. We went back into the cave and left it again to reach the exit.
It was the most exiting ride I went on there. After my dad and I got off, my mom and I decided to ride it. Here we go again.
December 19th, 2008 at 10:39 am
Christmas Day
I wake up experience, a moment of grogginess, and then the remembrance of what day it is hits me like a cold slap to the face. It’s Christmas!!! I jump out of bed and race down the hall to my parent’s room, rugs rolling up in my wake. I yank open the door, yell “It’s Christmas!”, and start shaking them as hard as an earthquake.
I then go to my brother’s and sister’s rooms and give them a similar wake up call. Then I, my brother, and my sister wait on the stairs while my parents go downstairs to inspect the loot. They finally let us go downstairs to see our presents. We race down the stairs to the family room, stopping in awe as we enter. The presents were separated into piles for each of us.
There were movies, games, candy, clothes, and so much more. Unfortunately the gift opening was interrupted by breakfast. We hurriedly ate our eggs, fruit, toast, pancakes, and, sausage. Then we went back to the family room for the rest of the day until that evening when we went to my grandmother’s house to celebrate with the rest of my family. This, however, is a story for different day.