When I woke up I ran to my parents' room and asked for a dog. I guess everyone knows what the answer was. "Oh, son we can't afford another dog." "Oh, son who is going to take care of a dog." That got my hopes down, but I still wanted a dog. Well later my mom asked me to take the trash to the curb. Unfortunately, the curb was a long way from the house. Finally, I got the trash to the curb. Then, I saw this puppy. It was fairly large, mostly black, and its paws were white with small black spots. The puppy followed me home. We fed and watered him. He was not my dog yet, but he soon would be. We adopted him the next day. I named him Buddy, because he is my buddy. His middle name is Isaac, because Isaac is one of my favorite characters in the Bible. His last name is Greene because he is part of the Greene family. His full name is Buddy Isaac Greene. Also known as B.I.G. To this day I am Buddy's boy. Andy Greene 5th Grade Snow Hill Elementary School Mrs. Highlander
Treasure? "Hey Laura," my nosey neighbor chirped. "There's treasure in the right next to big oak tree." "Umm ... I don't know you notice but there is about 1000 oak trees in that forest," I yelled as I walked away the dirt. "I guess you're chicken,” he replied. "What?" I questioned. I walked toward him and flicked him in the head. "I'm not chicken," I mumbled under my breath holding my fist up. I walked inside for bed. I wake up late at night wondering if the treasure is real. "No! It's not real," I whispered. I slowly got up and tiptoed down the stairs. I picked up the shovel that mom left outside while shewas gardening. Owls, and wind and other insects filled my mind to where I couldn't think anymore. Ding! The shovel hit a rock. I started digging and digging until I hit something. I got on my knees and shuffled the dirt around. It was a rock. I slowly got up with a fierce look on my face. The sound of the crunching leaves under my feet my hurt my ears. "Control your anger, Laura." My fist soon loosened up. The mean look on my face relaxed and I started home. I glance at my neighbor's house and a silhouette appears at the window of him talking to his friend. "Guess what?" “What," his friend replied. "I told my neighbor that there’s treasure in that forest." "Wow, she is so gullible." His friend yelled. I looked at my fist. It was so hard I could punch a hole a wall. My face swirled with suspiciousness. My finger scraped my chin as my eye twitched. What should I do to get revenge? 131