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The Run

3… 2… 1… GO! Everybody starts running at once. I am pumped up. I start sprinting. “Slow down,” I tell myself. I don’t want to run out of energy before the first mile. I am running the 5K in Austin with my dad. I know I am not the fastest runner, but I want to see what my time  is. This is my first 5K run and I want to see what it feels like.

Run, run, run. That is all I am doing. There is a bend coming up! I think it is the half-way mark! Its… just the 1.5 mile marker. I slow down from whatever speed I had built up in the anticipation. I continue running. My legs start to feel as if acid is pouring down them (which, considering that lactic acid is being secreted, is an appropriate description). Yes! I finally reached the halfway point. I start slowly increasing my speed, panting at the effort. Sweat is pouring down my face. 2 miles! Yes! Only about one more mile to go. I start putting distance between me and my dad. More sweat pours down my back, and I feel as if I am going to faint. I start coming around the final bend and put on a final burst of speed. I can see the finish line! Finally! I put on a little more speed. Spots start dancing in front of my eyes. My legs feel as if they will fall off. I look like I have taken a shower in sweat. I cross the finish line! I look at the time that they recorded from the microchip on my tag. It is 26:40. “Not bad,” I think. I was expecting to take at least 30 minutes. I shakily sit on the grass and wait for my dad to finish.

“S-A-T.””S-A-T,” the letters kept on running through my head. Today was the day I had to take the test everyone hated: The SAT. I had repeated sources tell me that it was Slimy and Atrocious Torture. Stories were told about people who went into the testing room and came out with their brains spilling out of their ears. You can see why I didn’t want to leave my cozy and safe bed to go to a possibly dangerous testing room.

I had studied for this test for hours. The test was divided into sections and each section was timed. The first section is always an essay. I hate essays. I don’t know how to write. The last 9 sections are either reading, writing, or math sections. I love math, but I can’t read or write. The last section takes 10 minutes, and the eighth and ninth sections are 20 minutes. The rest are 25 minute sections.

I ate a hearty breakfast and was driven into the testing center. The testing room number was on my admission ticket. (Yes, you need a ticket for a SAT test!) I entered the testing room and the test administrator started reading off of a SAT instruction sheet in that droning voice that teachers  use while reading off the STAAR instruction sheet. We were instructed on how to fill in the bubbles on the ScanTron and what to fill out on the information sheet about ourselves.

The test started with a 25 minute essay. We had occasional breaks between sections, and little by little, hour by hour time progressed and the test finished. The test finally finished! Four hours of testing were over! Finally! At last! I leapt for joy and sprinted out of the testing room at top speed. When I met my dad I told him that the test wasn’t that bad and my brains hadn’t spilled out. In fact the test wasn’t that bad, and I wanted to take it again! I couldn’t wait for my results!

This is what my test day was like. Scroll down and play the video under “Test Day Simulator”.

Gobble-Gobble-Gobble: The Turkeys take revenge

On Thanksgiving day many families eat Turkeys. These turkeys seem to be unnaturally large sometimes. Some turkeys are injected with growth hormones which make them grow larger. People tend to enjoy eating larger turkeys, because there is more to eat.

For the fun of imagination, let’s say that one of the growth hormones caused a genetic mutation in the one the turkeys, and their strength and brain capacity was increased dramatically. Then they might give birth to a bunch of mutant ninja turkeys. So this one turkey runs into the woods. The farmer is wondering what happened to one of his turkeys, but he doesn’t care;his friend just gave him all of all of his turkeys for free.

After many years of mutated turkeys secretly existing and multiplying, we have an army of strong, angry, large, smart turkeys trying to get avenge their species. They have decided to attack us humans and eat us for dinner on their holiday known as Turkey Memorial Day. To remind you, the humans don’t know about this species of mutated turkeys. People continue eating turkeys on Thanksgiving day which is also Turkey Memorial Day.

One Thanksgiving day, turkeys on families’ plates jumped up before they could be cooked. They chased people around their houses and captured them in nets. Then the turkeys took the humans to their headquarters. The humans were out over the fire, cooked, and eaten. This happened for three more Thanksgivings until humans all over the world conceded to the turkeys. They wrote a treaty stating that humans would never bother another turkey again. All the turkeys on farms were then freed.

After the treaty, nobody ever saw turkeys again. After a few generations humans even forgot what turkeys were, except for the government and scientists, who were still looking for methods of putting a turkey on the dinner table again.

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Halloween Night: The Cat on the Porch


The porch was empty. There was nothing except for the spiders that called it home. Nothing else, other than the cat as black as this Halloween night.

It crept along the shadows without so much as a noise. Like a ghost it roamed the porch and the house behind it. No one ever went on the porch or inside the house. Those who did, never came out. No one ever saw what happened to these people, but we know that they that went inside the house bored and were looking for adventure.

Some people have claimed to see the cat. The claim the cat to look well-fed and translucent, almost as if it were a ghost. But it wasn’t a ghost because there is no such thing as a ghost, right??? Nobody has been able to prove their claims because after they describe the cat to someone, they lose all the sanity.

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