San Francisco and San Diego_The Babysitter_Flying South_Don't trust party food
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San Francisco and San Diego
The night fell over. Everything was carm and quiet. It was dark as a werewolf's fur and the houses were like moons because of lights. San was having a wash as soon as he could because if he got late to school, he will have to walk through The Jungle Wood all by himself with his 3 friends.San is a thirteen year old pixie boy who goes to Greenwood School. He lives in Francisco with his family. Most of the times he does experiments with his conjuring powers and if you visit his bedroom, you'll go mad as his room's a mess. His family photos that are on the walls are broken! He does most of his exp...
The Babysitter
“Oh! There it is!” Jacy said. Finally, she pulled out a golden ring, covered in mucus.She reached in again and pulled out several pieces of uncooked pasta, five lego pieces, three screws and a nut, six beads of different colors, a piece of blue string, a button, a red pencil eraser, and a spring from a pen. She reached in deeper with her forceps and pulled out a hair clip. “Aha!” she said, “That should do it.” But he shook his head no and wailed. There was more. “This might be uncomfortable,” the doctor said. The shiny forceps went into his nose. There was something up there, definitely. Milo ...
Flying South
The birds didn’t go south for the winter because, this year, the winter forgot to come. School started in September, and we began harvesting the potatoes, but Ma didn’t take out my shoes. Thanksgiving passed, but by the time all the trees were leafless and all the pumpkin pie was eaten, Ma swww.onedoor.cctill hadn’t taken out my shoes. Through December, the days were long and warm and I spent the evenings rocking on the porch. Last summer still felt like just a few weeks ago. Pa had said that when school started I would forget a little, but I didn’t. I couldn’t. I couldn’t forget all those long evenings I...
Don't trust party food
She never trusted mayonnaise, especially in Party Food. She was right to distrust the emulsification as while her impromptu party friends nursed other injuries, the boy she liked was puking into a bucket.Sophia was just a girl, standing in an emergency room waiting to be seen. It had been the worst party she’d ever had the displeasure of attending.And she was ready to call a lawyer.Being a sensible person, Sophia wanted to get her story straight.She couldn’t tell where she’d started really, as she walked back from that moment.She couldn’t help thinking about the last leg of the night, cramped ...