Chocolate Wonders

January 9, 2009
By Wickedgirl95 SILVER, St. Louis, Missouri
Wickedgirl95 SILVER, St. Louis, Missouri
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Favorite Quote:
We may not talk everyday, we may not live next door, but true friends are there they are the ones that think of you and care how you are doing.


I sighed as I glanced through the opaque curtains at the lustrous outdoors. Even though I didn’t think it would work, I made a little supplication to God, in hopes that my mom would let me outside to play with my friends. Staring out the window, I saw all the jocund neighborhood kids playing tag. It was despondent, mom would never let me out this sick. I sighed again as I stood up and trudged into the kitchen.

“Mom, can I please go outside?” I remonstrated.

“Sorry, but you are too sick! Until you can corroborate the fact that you are not sick, then you can’t go outside. ” she almost hollered, this had been at least the tenth time asking.

“Fine!” I growled stomping back to my room.

I had been in my room reading when I heard a knock at the door. Mom hollered something unrecognizable. A few minutes later my grandma waltzed in carrying a capacious bag. She plopped down on my bed and rummaged through her bag. Soon she pulled out a trifled of chocolates and handed them to me.

“Oooo! Thank you!” I squealed popping one in my mouth.

The chocolate had a wonderful savour, making me feel better already. After that short visit, I didn’t mind looking out the window to see all the giggling kids. It didn’t matter that I was sick now, because everyone knows you can’t have a fever forever.


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on Apr. 1 2009 at 7:46 pm
Wickedgirl95 SILVER, St. Louis, Missouri
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Favorite Quote:
We may not talk everyday, we may not live next door, but true friends are there they are the ones that think of you and care how you are doing.

Yeah....I had to write that for one of those vocab papers in English....I didn't exactly mean to submit that one....personally I don't lke it either.....I don't really understand it myself! Thanks for reading though....I thought only my friends and family read these!

on Apr. 1 2009 at 12:18 pm
cutietothemax58 SILVER, Scottdale, Pennsylvania
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Favorite Quote:
Don't tell me the moon is shining; show me the glint of light on broken glass. ~Anton Chekhov


There's nothing to writing. All you do is sit down at a typewriter and open a vein. ~Walter Wellesley "Red" Smith

I think I may have missed the point in this? I'm kinda confused... If I had to pick out one thing I would say that your word choice is what makes it confusing. For such a simple story, the complex language over shadows the point.


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