The Dishes Don’t Do Themselves (Unfortunately)😩

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As we have all found in our lives Harry potter isn’t real, and no… The dishes don’t clean themselves and that job get passed down from the parents to the children, who labor away with the pile of dirty smelly dishes until they sit clean and sparkling on the counter.

The first reason that kids should not do this sort of labor is because it effects our brains. Once after I had finished a load of dishes my legs got all wobbly and I had crumble to the ground. My mom came in and asked me what had happened and I told her the dishes had try to take control of my body and forced dizziness upon me.

My second amazing reason for why children should not do the dishes is because you as a parent are wasting their fun time. They could be running through the forest, but no, they could be playing hide and seek, but no, they could be making money off of your lemonade, but sadly no they are stuck inside cleaning the god forsaken dishes.

One more thing I’m a kid so I’m programmed to dislike doing the dishes, but when I’m older kids and dishes will be my friends.😏

SOS

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I was at the beach lounging around when I saw this bottle float onto the shore. I got off my towel and walked toward the bottle thinking of all the movies where the hero finds some bottle with a letter in it asking for a rescue party to save someone who was deserted on some island that nobody knows about.

This was exciting. I picked up the bottle and sure enough there inside the glass container was a note. I read it aloud so that my brain could process it better. The note said HELP! I AM LOST SOMEWHERE IN THE OCEAN ON AN ISLAND. I AM HIDING IN A CAVE STRUGGLING TO SURVIVE. PLEASE SEND HELP SOON. P.S. THERE ARE STRANGE THINGS HAPPENING THAT I CAN’T EXPLAIN ON THIS ISLAND. JUST PLEASE SEND HELP… PLEASE… WAIT SOMEONES COMING. Then there was a scribble and blood was dripped near the bottom. This was the start of an adventure.

Kidnapped

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If I was to get kidnapped I would prefer to be cast into a mysterious building. Why, well buildings mean civilization and civilization means safety. I would not prefer to be stranded on an island in the middle of nowhere because it would be more difficult to survive. It would be a waste of all the gadgets and equipment mankind has invented over the years. It would be like being on level 2014 of your favorite plat forming video game and then having to restart, all the way back to level 1, and yes you would have a lot of info, but it would be a pain in the butt to have to restart.

Halloween Front Porch

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I looked up and saw the cauldron full of candy. I took a step up the porch, and my foot landed on a pad that activated a mechanism. All of a sudden a hand reached out from under a bush and nudged my shoe, then bats on zip lines flew over my head. The full moon shone overhead, clouds drifting past it in the cold autumn wind. A still figure sat at the top of the stairs. I walked up to the top. I grabbed some candy just as the monster yelled BOO! The sweet tarts in my hand flew out as I stampeded down the driveway. I have visited that house every Halloween after that.

Rain

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The rain fell from the dark grey clouds hammering against the pavement outside my window. I looked up from my iPad to see the garage getting flooded with muddy brown water, and I thought of the work my dad would later give me and my brother to clean up the mess. The leaves and acorns on the porch, the mud in the garage, the rocks on the driveway, and the dirt that spills from our yard onto the patio.

Wisdom Comes From Mistakes

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The first time I made a model car it was a disaster, but the second time it went alright I mean the wheels couldn’t go on, but the engine looked great. I still haven’t finished it. I haven’t even painted the body yet. I even painted the seat belts a different color from the rest of the seat. At the moment I am working on the cars body.

Smart Board

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My gut flipped. I stared confused at the kid because of his actions. My brain’s gears turn at the speed of light I yelled at the top of my lungs “STOP!” All heads in the class turned and stared at me confused. I blushed then wondered what I’d done wrong. The boy started to speak. “Don’t worry the marker is supposed to write on the board,” then he picked up the colorful red pen and touched it to the board. He moved his hand leaving a red line behind the marker and quickly answered the math problem stuck to the board by the projected light. All of a sudden my brain slowed down and understood what had happened. The class laughed so loud I bet we disturbed the neighboring one. I laughed to. The teacher ms. Peterson even laughed. I swear I will never forget the day the smart board outsmarted me.

The Giver: Jonas In Real Life

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I think Jonas would be an artist or an inventor. He would be a good artist because his memories are very vivid and he could recall them easily to paint. I also think he would be an exceptional inventor because he has the capacity to see beyond, and he can remember things from the past and use the information to create new equipment for more efficient work, or activity.he would also process new information very well.

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