Fact or Fiction?

 Author's Note: As you see below, the four small sentences have a meaning. Three of them are facts and one of them is fictitious. We could choose any one of them to write about and then out writing group had to pick which one is fake according to the writing piece. If we chose to write about the fictitious one, we had to persuade our group into thinking it was real.


 My dad owns two military trucks.
My oldest sibling is 23.
My brother lives in Florida.
If I could go anywhere, it would be Paris.




Usually when you see a multi-colored shade of green, giant vehicle coming down the road, you think the military is just driving around their vehicles. Not with my dad. We have two military trucks. One of them is quite large and the other is a Chevy that was used in the military, so it appears more normal. However, both are camouflaged in color. The larger truck sits in my driveway at home. When I go to my grandma’s house and my dad opens the garage, the smaller truck is the first thing I see and he is always trying to show me how awesome it is. I don’t exactly prefer the smaller vehicle because the larger one looks much cooler and is more fun to ride in. Sometimes he takes the bigger truck in the parades; my dad comes to pick me up from school in it periodically. Our family hasn’t done anything major that we can say about the smaller truck because we received it in April and still don’t have the registration to drive it yet. Overall, the trucks are pretty amazing; most families don’t get to say that they have two military trucks. They just say they have two jet-skis, and those are fairly common.

Raging Bull

Author’s Note: This is a piece about an ‘adventure’ I had to Six Flags with some friends this past Saturday. We have so many inside jokes now between all of us; this is a story of one of them.


Imagine going on a ride that rises about 100 some feet into the air with some of your best friends. Just the name of the ride is a bit intimidating. Raging Bull. Picture them trying to scare you out of your mind as you are rising up for the drop. Molly, myself, and Grace, in that order, were seated in a row and Molly and Grace were holding hands across my harness. Before we got on the ride, Molly pointed out the cameras hidden in the ground where they would take our picture and we came up with a pose to strike when we would meet up with the camera. Once we saw the camera coming up, we all struck the pose. Thumbs up smiling like everything was cool. Afterward you can usually find the pictures in the photo booth at the exit of the ride and we COULD NOT find the picture. We were all sad, but at least the memories will last forever.

My Mom.

Author’s Note: These are some things that not only describe my mother, but some things she’s good at too! This is showing how much I appreciate her and what she means to me.  <3   :)

Roses are red

Violets are blue

I love my mother

And she loves me too

She cares for me everyday

 That will never go away

She is super nice

 And gives great advice

She brings happiness to my day

And she really loves to crochet

She does everything a mom could do

And always some more too

There’s always love in her heart

We will never grow apart

Music

Author's Note: This piece describes how I feel about music. I don't say it entirely directly but you will get the gist.


Music. It lives in me. It’s like a disease that is 100% incurable. Music is something that can take me away from the world for just a few precious minutes, leaving the imprint of the lyrics and emotions in my head. I do not believe that anyone on this earth will ever understand music like someone else, therefore what is the point to try. When someone is enjoying something, don’t bother them. Let them be; put you in their spot. I know that music means something different for everyone but this is what it means to me.

~After silence, that which comes nearest to expressing the inexpressible is music.
Aldous Huxley

Baby

 This is the symbolism assignment that I did on the book called Baby, by Sarah MacLachlan. I did this assignment with Carly V. and Sara G.


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