The air was filled with the noise of our laughter. This movie trailer that we were creating, was going to be the best thing this world has ever seen. Gabby, had the lead role. She was wearing her fuzzy, cookie monster onesie. The camera on my computer beeped three times and clicked. Gabby pretended to be chomping on the cloth cookie. As we re-watched the video all of us exploded into laughter. We laughed until it brought tears to my eyes and my stomach hurt. We calmed down but kept laughing. We reshot the scene many times. Finally it was perfect. We opened a new computer window for the next scene. It was going to be Ava, Emilia, and I going on a journey. The camera clicked and started recording. Before I could even stand up, a big, purple, blob sped right past me. I blinked and shook my head. I looked over at Emilia who was just as stunned as I was. Before I even had time to think about what just happened we all erupted into uncontrollable laughs. Ava had thrown her purple sleeping bag at us. Our honking laughter sounded like a group of crazy geese. For hours we recorded more videos. We jumped on top of each other and smacked one another with pillows. We pretended to look at maps that had something extremely amazing on it. Our facial expressions were horribly dramatic. They were way too exaggerated. We gasped and opened our eyes wide. We clasped our hands together from joy. It seemed like a rollercoaster of emotions had rammed into us. We re-watched the whole trailer from the beginning. The adventure music set the mood very well. Our trailer deserved an Oscar.
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I was sitting in the car with my sunscreen all over me making me feel slimy. I was sitting in the back of my grandma’s car. The sun was shining right on my leg making it itch and throb very uncomfortably. I took my sweatshirt and covered my legs with it. We were driving to a Bealls store to pick up a long sleeve swim shirt for me. While we were there, I got an orange Under Armour sweatshirt. I didn't like the fact that there were no pockets on the front of it. Then we got in the car and drove some more. We finally pulled up to the parking lot and we drove around for 20 min looking for a space. The space we got was awesome. It was in front and very close to the walkway. I got out of the car, grabbed my bag, and started walking. The sand felt like an entire beach of memory foam on my feet as I walked down to the water. I put my stuff down, got my boogie board, surfed the waves. The cool sea mist felt refreshing on my face as I sliced through the water. Then I dug a hole in the sand thinking I was going to relax in the sand and used the boogie board as an “umbrella.” I relaxed and let the wind flow through my hair. My sister was sitting under the beach umbrella and digging her own hole. She made a seat then a foot rest that went a foot underground. My mom and grandma were sitting next to each other drinking their coffee. They were definitely having fun at the big, beautiful beach. Or so I think. We all sat and chilled for about an hour. Then we left to go to my sister's birthday dinner. We went to Cedar Reef and had a nice fish dinner. The appetizer was shrimp with horseradish dip. My entree was “Big Shrimpin.” It had big shrimp in a basket. Then we went home.
The chilled air nipped at my hands as the wind whistled soft, sad tunes in my ear. My father (who was a doctor) and I had gone camping near the Rock River. The green tent was built, the fire crackled. We gathered dark wild berries and caught fish that were like shimmering scaled rabbits. Of course, they didn’t have arms or legs. I was chopping thin tree branches with a pristine blade that split the wood like butter. Cocking my head toward the satisfying thud of the axe as it went through the wood, my backpack leaning me back. Rustling, shaking, a nearby bush, lush and green, erupted with leaves.
There stood a mass of dark brown fur, powerful muscles visible through its hide, claws like blades, teeth gleaming in the sunlight. The clearing, our campsite, which was surrounded by trees, wasn’t commonly known to exist. The unknown hid here, thought to be too foreboding for campers. We hadn’t known that. I screamed, my cries heard for miles, a sound of pure terror. My father appeared suddenly, his dirt-brown hiking boots sinking in the mud. The bear swung and its claws easily submerged into the soft, light flesh beneath the blue fabric. My father fell, blood soaked his clothes, soaked the ground, the sight of warm, red blood chilled my very soul. It approached. Squish, squash, swip, shwap. Adrenaline rushed through my veins, my feet moved on their own accord, but the sudden burst of energy couldn’t remove my feet from the liquid earth. The massive paw shot mud as it entered the ground. I laid defenseless, the wet snout snorted inches from me. It turned and bounded slowly past me, toward the underbrush. I regained my footing and the axe was pried out from the log under my grip, and I charged. The wild beast got closer and closer, the glimmering blade sung a haunting tone as I plunged it into the bear, once, twice, three times. The gore sprayed onto the axe, and dripped onto my hands. The whine of the sharp metal through the air ended, replaced by muffled whines and groans. Pit-pat, pit-pat. The ball of fur appeared from the vegetation. A tiny paw reached out and rested on the bear’s nose. I felt an aching in my heart and I knew what I had to do. I had to try. I set down the axe and slid off my backpack. I crawl to my father, the sack gouging the ground and I remove my hunting knife. I cut away the thin threads of the cloth. The rubbing alcohol sterilized his cuts as it ran over his wounds. I pierce his skin with a hair-like needle and thread from my first aid kit. The long, thin piece of metal slowly closed the injuries. I shuffled back and repeated the process, desperate to save the hulking beast. I knew what it was like to lose a parent. I wouldn’t let it happen to anyone, anything. The bear staggered as it stood; it slowly went on its way with the cub in line. My hand inched to my bag and closed around a thin tube. The sky burst with vibrant colors of red, blue, and green. My bones and body aching, collapsed on the ground, I rested and waited for help. Walking onto the court,
Is one of my favorite things. I take my headphones off. Put my shoes on. Stretch. It’s Game Time. Warming up, Is one of my favorite things. Cross Between the legs Behind the back Cross In and out Around the back Cross The shot goes up in the air, And comes down in the bottom of the net. It’s Game Time. Playing in games, Is one of my favorite things. Splash. They hit the 3. 19-19 Games tied. I take the ball up. Cross, In and out, Cross, Between. Stepback. I got the shot up, I hold my breath. Swish. Guess what time it is. It’s Game Time. Hitting the game winner, Is one of my favorite things. I took the shot that no one thought would go in. I hit it right in the face of my defender. But I don’t brag. I’m a good sport and say good game. “Run it back?” they say. “Sure,” I say It’s Game Time. Leaving the court, Is one of my least favorite things. I take off my shoes and pack my bag. I say my goodbyes Try not to cry. And say farewell to what is like a second home to me. It’s Game Time. It was a very bright and sunny day and it was the very first game of the Great Lakes Soccer Tournament. The grass was perfectly cut and the air was crisp. Perfect soccer weather I thought. Though, there was one thing holding the perfect soccer weather being at its 100%. The big blinding sun that didn’t let any clouds roam the sky! That made it hard to see the ball when it was in the air. That’s one of the most annoying cons when you’re playing soccer. Once, at a corner kick, my team had the ball. Nick backed up to get ready for a powerful kick.
“Colorado!” He yelled. (We have secret code names for how we do the corner kick. Colorado means that the ball will go high and towards the goal). Nick booted the ball up high. It went soaring towards the opponent's goal and I was in front of it. I could score! Wait! I can’t see! All I could see was pure yellow and orange, no ball in sight! I had no clue of what was going on! I closed my eyes, they were full of sun spots. The ball came down and Matheus kicked the ball and missed. I should have helped him but there was no way I could because I was blinded. I was getting a little mad. Darn it I said in my head. Another time when that big blob of fire gave me a challenging time was when our goalie punted the ball up in the air and it sped towards me. Again, that sun was in my way! It blinded me once more. I struggled, trying to find the ball in the air. No ball! I looked down and tried to regain my sight. Sun spots all over the place. I blinked and squinted. At this point, I could not deal with this any more. I just needed some luck. I kept looking at the ground waiting for my luck. The perfect Puma ball bounced right in front of me. Yes! I quickly took the ball and dribbled up to the half. The other team was ganging up on me. I passed to Mitchell, Mitchell to Antonio, and a swift kick into the goal. Our team scored! Hooray! It was the highlight of the game! The landscape was glowing, the sunlight reflecting off the blood and glass on the ground. The mountain missing a big chunk from the explosions. Houses have no roofs, some are completely gone, some look like the wall will come off at any second. On the ground I see skeletons molding with color; there is green and black all around. I do not see a single speck of white in this whole field. But a month ago, I came here with my father looking at the mountains, beautiful full with green from all the trees and grass. The houses shimmering with their steel freshly cleaned. The air smelled fresh like it just came out of the dryer. The ground flat and freshly mowed. I could see my house in the distance on the mountains looking like a cherry on top. But then the Civil War destroyed us all. My house overlooking it all, the cannons blasting with noise still taunts me at night. My dad was the mayor; that's how they could not hit us. Our slaves shooting anyone coming up to try to hurt us. Me and my dad hiding in our bunker. It was all steel. The walls dusty from never being touched before. The room was empty with the exception of a desk with a computer connected to the cameras to see what was going on.
Oh how I miss the apple trees that used to grow. In my hand I had the last apple left on Earth cut off from the last apple tree left on Earth. It was shimmering red. Every day I would clean it. I knew it was old and molding in the inside; like a spider when it dies. It has been well over 17 years since my father cut it when I was born. But with one bite of it I knew the Civil War would stop. |
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