Short story

I feel butterflys fluttering in my stomach.Nervousness spreading slowly throughtout my body making it harder to concentrate. I couldn't believe I was breaking into my parents safe. Wishing Aldo would just hurry up and finish the job already.


"Hey Maribel,are those footsteps?"questioned Aldo.As I hear this go throught my ears I think,is he serios or is he playing around.I listen closly seeing if I hear anything in the empty house.I hear nothing. When I was getting ready to smack Aldo for scarring me like that I hear stompts rising from down stairs getting louder and louder.I feel myself shaking furously in my body.I run towards the door quietly and quickly then I closed it.


"Were cought!" I said panicking and moving towards Aldo "what are we going to do!"


" You sure were caught.Did you see your parents and did they see you?"


"No....no,I didn't see who it was I just know someones coming up,"


As Aldo and I stand there just listening to the footsteps getting closer and closer. I feel my heart exploding in my chest, thinkingwhat am I going to do if its my dad or mom? I can feel Aldo shaking next to me than I realize we had been standing still listening to footsteps. So I run to the safe, which Aldo already opened, I got some money, closed it, and put the picture that was on top os it back. Then I see the door slowly open and I quickly realize its my dad, because os the round shadow coming into my room when the door opens. I think something went wrong in head, maybe I went mental or crazy for a second because I did something stupid, I went up to Aldo, and kissed him. I thought maybe I can make my dad believe I was making out with Aldo, not breaking in into the safe. Well I don't care if I went mental, crazy, stupid, because it worked.



"Maribel!why are you making out with this guy in my bedroom?" yelled my father.



I already kissed Aldo, why stop there? I should just go with what I'm trying to make my dad believe is happening. So in a wimpy voice I say "It's not what you think,"



"So you weren't kissing him?" questioned my dad.



"Well yes but we were just.......I mean we weren't.......I,"



"Just leave me alone you two, I already had a bad day don't make it worse," my dad says while pointing towards the door. I try to look ashamed and sad while leaving just to make it look more real.



"What did you do that for?" Asked Aldo.



"I don't know I wasn't thinking," I answered.



"Well you better think next time, that was just awkward, but anyways did you get the money?"



"Yeah, I got it,"



"What do you need the money so bad for that you need to rob it from your parents?"



"None of your buisness, I think you should get going,"



"Fine, be that way,"



"Fine, I will be that way!"



"Good bye,"



"Bye,"



The next was kind of weird. I could tell my dad was still mad about what happened and I'm pretty sure my mom knows, because when she looks at me she looks ashamed.

Informative

If you want to know how to find a good book you should follow these steps.First think about what types of Genres do you like for example Horror,mystery,non-fiction,fiction,drama,etc.when you figure that out you should look for those types of books.You should read the back of the book if it sounds good you should read the first few pages.If you don't like the book just get a knew one and do this steps again till you find a good book.

Mini-dialogue

"Hey whtya doin'?" asked Ana
"Nothing,"Responded Cecilia
"Did you have a good day?"
"Yeah,"
"soooo....,"
"What?"
"I don't know,"
"I am bored ,"
"I am too,"
"uhhhh...,"
"you don't talk much,"
"Nope,"
"I hate this it's torcher,bye,"said Ana waving and moving towards the door.
"Fine, be like that just leave like that,bye!"said angrily Cecilia.
"Don't be like that I'll stay then," said Ana.
"No I don't want it to be an obligation to stay,"
"No I want to stay!"
"Fine!"
"Fine,"
"Soooo...."
"What?"
"You angry?"
"ugh,no,"
"We should just leave,your right this is torcher,"
"I KNOW!Bye,"
"Bye!,"
"See you soon!"
"Lets hope not!"
"Deal,"
"Deal!"

Figurative language

A sweet sugary spark on the tip of my mouth.The most delicious thing in the world right in my mouth. Feeling every flavor dancing in my stomach.The flavor is as soothing as a baby's laughter.Then as another is shooting towards my mouth I feel a hand striking towards it and ending it all but starting again but to someone else.I'm a stupid bird who just got robbed in the dumbest way ever. Bam!I smack the person trying to get the flavor back. I run faster than a cheetah trying to get away with it. When I got away with it I felt as happy as a hungry gorilla who has been fed a banana. But then I feel my heart break in two as I see the persons face break into sadness. I go back and apologize just like a little child ashamed would do and I shared.

descriptive prompt

One time I experienced a strong emotion was when my dad said I was going with him to El Salvador. I was so happy when he told me I wanted to jump of the walls when he told me.I was thinking about how I was going to meet my relatives. My dad said we were going to do fun things with my family. I tried to figure out what I was going to take. But then my dad came with my mom both looking sad. They told me how plane tickets cost too much and that they also have to get me a passport which they will have to waste more money so I couldn't go. I felt like bursting in tears. I was imagining the things I wasn't going to get to do I couldn't meet my relatives,nor do the fun things my dad said I was going to do there.I got so glad just to get disappointed in the end.

Helpful

Helpful , benificial,serviceable, wholesome,useful,good,providing help of people who need help. I am a helpful friend I help them no matter what they need help with. When someone was cold I let them use my sweater which made them happy and not cold anymore. I like being helpful because it makes the person happy and me happy. It describes me as a friend because you help them when they need help and help them throught everything to make them happy because you don't want a sad friend so you want to make them happy . It's better being helpful then not helping at all. Because the person gets happy and if you don't help them other people might not help them. That's why I am a helpful friend.

Memoir

Memoir:First Grade

"This is your new teacher Mrs. Perez" clamored an office assistant.
After I met my Teacher ,Mrs.Perez,she babbled something like "we are going to GYM right now. We line up in two lines boys and girls,"
"O.K" I said not really paying attention just walking to a line which ended up being the girls line.
I remembered the boy in the other line because he was standing behind the teacher when I met her. I ran behind him thinking I was in the wrong line and ended up pushing the teacher out of the way.I got in HUGE TROUBLE.
I sat down with this girls they were talking about how I ran to the boys line but I misunderstood I thought they said I was sitting in the boy side of the gym so I scooted over saying to my self "Why are they sitting in the boys side of the room?" and were I scooted over there were boys and I was thinking why are they in the girls side of the room and they were talking about the same thing the girls were talking about. I thought I was sitting were the boys sat again so I scooted to the middle thinking the teachers are weird because they put two boy side and no girls side.After a while I figured out what they were talking about and got embarrassed.
Then I realised I needed to go to the bathroom.I asked the teacher how to get their but I didn't understand so I just walked down the hallway and asked people "which way to the bathroom?"
When I got out of the bathroom I was thinking "how do I get back to GYM?"
I walked all over the school and I came across a teacher that asked me "where are you going?"
I told her " I'm looking for the GYM." She told me were to go and when I got there were bigger children than the ones in my classroom but I just though they were always like that.
Then after a while of playing they all, teachers and students, figured out I was in the wrong classroom and they took me to the office.
The office people asked me ,"who is your teacher?"
Then I said "Mrs. am.ahhh Terez?"
they looked at me weird and said"there isn't a teacher named that"
" Then.I.don't .know."I said rudely thinking that they were lying to me.
Then they went trough the office computers and tried to find my teacher. Then the lady who told me who my teacher was came in and told the office people who my teacher was and then they took me to my teacher.
when I got to the classroom I was as happy as a dog with its favorite chew toy because for all the time I was wandering around the school I was happy I was in one spot now.