Power Of Friendship 

Everyone should have a friend that you can relate to.

“Friendship is one of the sweetest joys of life”

-Charles Spurgeon  

Friends are people who scan make you laugh. I learned that friends can help you laugh. In a great day, my friend and I bounced on a trampoline. Later that day we thought it was a good idea to bounce each other in a plastic bucket filled with water. Kal and I had a sleepover and the next day was awesome. First his dad made us chocolate pancakes for breakfast. After that we went outside and tried a water slide. We then used the hose to fill up a bucket to bounce on a trampoline with. 

As we started filling up the bucket we knew it was a bad idea. We were going to have fun so it canceled each other out. We were on the trampoline and when the bucket was filled I started the jumping. At this point I was having a bad time and realized the importance of friends and laughing. I am now more happy then I ever was and try to make other people’s lives better. I think we should all try that. Everyone should try to laugh with a friend sometimes.

Nothing in life will happen without hard work. The Gift Of The Magi taught me to read more and to highlight better. Reading The Gift Of The Magj challenged me to read carefully. It forced me to highlight what i should highlight not what i have to highlight. I started reading The Gift Of The Magi to just finish it and not care what grade I got. I highlighted vocabulary and read the story. I then realized that i needed to give a damn and read it again highlighted all the words i didn’t know, highlighted the phrases, quotes, and was done. I learned that even if you don’t want to do something you have to push through and finish hard. It’s like in football when we run wind sprints, I don’t like them but I push myself so I can have better stamina for games. Last year you would have heard me complaining then not fully finishing the assignment. Now I will go through and finish hard and know I worked hard on it.

Death

The Day The Night Killer Struck

“Death is not the opposite of life, but a part of it.”

Haruki Murakami

Once apron a dark rainy night a killer stocked the town of Danville. The killer had a stocky build at 6 feet 8 inches and around 207 pounds. He walked down to Salen road and upon the house of the baker family. 

John had just eaten his food and his mother was preparing desert. Randle asked his wife about the weather for the next week. Daniel sat in his chair with his bib picking at Cheerios. Though they all felt comfortable, the recent crime wave had scared them back into the primal ages. As Pip there dog looked out the window he kept barking at something. In the night and combined with the rain they couldn’t see more than 5 feet outside. 

The rain fell hard on his hat and cloak as he moved closer to the house. He could see glimpses of the family inside and felt sad that he couldn’t see his again. Just then a sudden rage came over him and he felt no remorse at the actions he was about to do. He was now at the door and could hear that inside the families dog ahead noticed him approaching. He had a long knife in his hand and a colt pistol in its holster in his other hand. 

Out of the corner of his eye, Mr. Randle saw a tall figure just outside the door. He slowly knocked on the door clunk, clunk, clunk. Mr. Randle then made a fatal mistake. He opened the door. The tall man grabbed his throat and threw him against the wall. He then shot him once.