Wednesday, March 2, 2016

Writing Challenge: Word Roots

Thermo (Heat)
Thermostat, Hypothermia, Thermos, Thermometer

Bob made plans to go to the park with his friends Timmy, John and Caeden. He needed to check the thermostat to see what he needed to wear. Little did he know it tells the inside temperature so he wore shorts and a t-shirt and it was really cold outside. When Bob met his friends went at the park he got hypothermia. Weirdly Caeden had a thermometer in his bag and checked Bobs temperature. It said 10*. They took him to the hospital and he didn’t make it.
-Isabel Draper

Wednesday, January 6, 2016

I want to travel, become a mom, have a family. When I am older I want to have an exciting life and travel around the world, meet new cultures. Also I want to be a parent of 4 and have a family to love and to hold.

Thursday, December 17, 2015

The Basement
Isabel Draper
This story is about a girl named Sam. Sam had a Mom and a Dad that loved her very much. Her parents always looked out for her safety. They told her to not talk to strangers and to be careful around people that don’t look so nice. She new that too until her 13th birthday. Turns out instead of hiding from the people outside she should really be hiding from her parents.
Ever since Sam was a little girl her parents would tell her “Don’t go in the basement there are nasty animals down there we don’t want you getting hurt.” Sam always listened to her Mom and Dad. She would never disobey their rules. It was her 13th birthday and Sam still obeyed her parents and never did anything wrong.
After her birthday she felt older now and saw things more clearly. When Sam would go to bed she felt something touching her feet, but until now she just thought that it was the cold air giving her chills. Also she heard voices. Not like people talking. No just little mumbles in her ear. She never had an explanation for that but she somehow convinced herself to ignore it. Something isn’t right, but what could be wrong.
The next day Sam couldn’t help looking for a sign or a clue to what was happening. When both her parents went to work she went to go through some old photos. It looked like there were maybe two-hundred of them. Sitting on the ground flipping through the pictures one by one. They're suddenly right in front of her a picture of when she was born. Sam had never seen her as a new born baby. When she looked at the picture closely she saw that those people holding her weren't her parents or so she thought.
The next day when her parents went to work. Sam was never too sure what they did but she never really questioned it until this day. When her parents said that they were going to work Sam went to follow them. It was just a regular day for her Mom and Dad but not for Sam. She stared at them thinking something was going to happen, but nothing. Then suddenly they walk out of the house Sam saw them go in and they were carrying a body. Her Mom looked around to see if anyone was they're so Sam ducked her head back. Carrying the body to the car Sam gasped at what she was seeing.

Sprinting back home Sam kept thinking, “what if they saw me are they going to kill me too. How can they be murderers. I do not believe this is actually happening. Maybe this is a dream.” She stopped to pinch herself so that she would wake up. Nothing, still there running maybe even running for her life.
She got home and tried to act like nothing had happened. As hard as that was she managed to do it, but then the next day came. Her so called parents went to work and left Sam home alone. Sam couldn't take it anymore she just had to go look what was in the basement.
She creeped down the steps ever so slightly. Suddenly she stops, “What if there really isn’t anything down there. What… what if this is just all in my head.” She kept walking. She gasped at what she was seeing. Dead bodies laid across the floor. Slam! The door opened and her parents came in. Sam was so frozen she didn’t even hear the door open. As her parents walked in they saw that the basement door was open. Sam's mom grabbed a knife and ran down the steps. A single scream ran through the house.

Thursday, November 19, 2015

Alone


“Alone” What does that really mean? I found out last year. It was the worst year of my entire life. You know when you get a brand new IPhone and then the screen cracks the next day, well it was worse than that. i was in 5th grade getting ready to leave for school when my dad gets a phone call. “What!” my dad says with the most petrified look on his face. “Kelly!!!” my Dad screamed to my mom, “I have to go something's wrong with my mom”. Before my mom could say anything my dad had already zoomed out the door. “Slam!” The door went. “What happened to her, what if grandma never gets better.” My mind just kept repeating this over and over again. I couldn’t bare to think that something atrocious happened.

When I walked to school my mom seemed so depressed and I could hardly look at her. “What's wrong mom?” I asked before we got to the school. “Something has happened to grandma, and I'm afraid that she won't get better this time,” my mom choked as she said this to me. I walked into school with my head down and I couldn’t even talk without bursting into tears. Every time our teacher told us to do something I just started thinking about her and I couldn’t write anything down. “Ring!! Ring!!” The classroom phone went. “Be right there,” Ms. Wade said as she walked over to the phone. When she picked it up I could feel my heart pumping out of my chest hoping it was my mom telling me that grandma was ok. “Ellie they want you down at the office,” Ms. Wade said.

“Ok” I said calmly. I started walking down the hall to the office. Suddenly my feet stop like they have a mind of its own. “Keep going” I say to myself. Then there I was in the office right in front of my mom who is in tears. In my head, I knew what happened, but I held my head high. My mom looked at me just so slightly and said “Honey, I want you to know that grandma loved you very much and that she wished she could say that to you one last time, but she’s gone.” A single tear slowly went down my face. “Do you want to go home?” Mom asked. “No, I want to stay” I explain. I went back to my classroom. Tears filled my eyes.

It was at that moment I remembered the one time when my grandma wasn’t so sick. It was when the cancer hadn’t yet spread to her right eye. She looked at me in her favorite chair and I looked at her. I could see the tears build up inside her. I knew she wasn’t going to be able to watch me grow up but I made the most out of the time she could.

It was a week later and the day of her funeral. I got everything done I needed to. We all got in the car and I could feel everybody’s sadness. Driving there was the most terrifying thing ever. This was the time when everyone gathers around and feels sad or that's what I heard. I have ever been to a funeral my mom has and she says it’s good for people to let their feelings out, but I think that it is just stupid. Why do we need a funeral when you can’t even talk to the person that died. I was thinking all this as we drove. When we got there I walked in and took my seat with my head down. I knew that if I looked up I would see my grandad and just start crying again.
Later in the funeral people started to give their speeches. When my aunt spoke I realized that what I thought funerals were, I was wrong. They help to bring people together and let people talk about their feelings. After everyone spoke we all gathered around outside and talked to our friends. Then I noticed something, these kids were running around playing. I couldn’t understand this, isn’t a funeral when you are sad not happy and playing around. This made me so angry.
“Hey you guys!” I screamed, “Stop messing around someone is dead inside and your playing.” After I did that they just stopped and sat down on the benches. I could tell they were trying to hide their faces from me. I walked away and asked if we could go home. I didn’t want to be here because of how mad I was.
“Were going to say goodbye to your grandad first, okay,” my mom said, “do you want to come?” “No, i’ll just wait in the car” I said. I couldn’t go say goodbye. I just knew that I would cry if I did.
It was a few days after the funeral. “Stop!!” BANG! “Your so annoying!” I said as I hit my brother. My mom was flying up the stairs. “Whats going on?” “He’s being such a brat!” “Don’t hit though.” “I hate you he never gets in trouble!” I regret saying this right after I said it. This happened a lot after the funeral. Me hitting and kicking then getting in trouble. I don’t even mean to. I don’t know why I am always so angry. After a few weeks my mom couldn’t take anymore of this and came up to talk to me one day.

“What is going on with you lately?” mom said, “I don’t know and why do you care?” I replied angrily. “Your attitude has been very bad and you are always mad for some reason can you tell me why?” I stood there not knowing what to say for a second. “Why does she think this im fine” is what I kept telling myself, but inside I knew that I needed help. “I hate that grandma is gone.” “Well I can’t do anything about that other then say I’m here for you and that you can always talk to me when you need to.” I realized that when my mom said that she meant it and I didn’t feel so alone anymore.

Tuesday, November 3, 2015

“Ok” I said calmly. I started walking down the hall to the office. Suddenly my feet stop like they have a mind of its own. “Keep going” I say to myself. Then there I was in the office right in front of my mom who is in tears. In my head I knew what happened but I held my head high. My mom looked at me just so slightly and said “Honey, I want you know that grandma loved you very much and that she wished she could say that to you one last time, but she’s gone.” A single tear slowly went down my face. “Do you want to go home?” Mom asked. “No, I want to stay” I explain. I went back to my classroom. Tears filled my eyes.


I choose to share this part of my story because this is my favorite part. It is my favorite part because it shows instead of tells how Ellie like when it said her feet stopped like it has a mind of its own. Also this shows a lot about how my character is strong and how she holds her head high even when its not going so good. It showed this here “Do you want to go home?” Mom asked. “No, I want to stay” I explain. I went back to my classroom. Tears filled my eyes.

Wednesday, October 21, 2015

Students were to post on their blog about how the author of their independent reading book uses scene and summary.

          My Author uses scene and summary a lot in my book. One part were she uses scene is when it went from a daydream to when she opened her eyes and it's in detail. "Once I had a family, someone said. People think we didn't have parents. We had parents. Everybody does. They had to be there once upon a time. It was a boy's voice I imagined, a boy's voice speaking in my daydream. A story, just like Diego promised. A boy I'd never seen, but there he was. In old wool pants hung below his knees, scuffed ankle boots, a flannel shirt rolled up at the sleeves. A boy who lived up in the attic. His skinny lower legs were nicked and scarred. His face was round, his eyes the same grassy green as Mama's. Life just has a way, he said. I think you must know what I mean. Even parents can get lost. I opened my eyes and wrote it all down in one mad rush." One part where she used summary is when the girl in my book Raine went to bed and woke up the next day. "Let me know what you dream up. I'm going off to write, I wrote to Mama the next morning."