They're Done! for Now Anyway

Finally my May PAT's are done!!! On Wednesday I had to sit in my desk for three hours and write I did very well considering writing is my weakest subject my teacher was amazed and maybe I will post my story. Today I had to write write a timed math test where you have 30 min. to do 30 questions that ranged from multiply decimals to rounding to dividing and everything in between my teacher marked it and I only made one MISTAKE! 

Moving

Pacing around the room I thought I couldn't believe it my parents yet again were ruining my life, I wanted to scream, I wanted to rip my hair out. I thought I would rather die than move.

 

            Charlotte and I hugged for a real long time before letting go this was the last day of school, I was leaving her and all my other friends behind. The bell was as a death bell it's ringing pierced my ears like a knife piercing a deer in the prime of it's life, killing the animal. Tomorrow, I would be moving.

 

             As the movers hauled all of my belongings to the truck my body became stiff my eyes seemed to turn dark I felt like my body had just died. My face was grim as though I had never seen light. I made faces at my parents as I hooped in the truck. I took one last good look at my house, my neighbor hood, and my tree as the truck rolled away. 

 

             The car ride felt like an eternity, it felt like we kept passing the same grass and cows over and over and over again. My brothers and parents felt jolly and happy as we drove but I did not, I kept picturing my friends my house and my old school, the boy I had a crush on. They were memories now I kept feeling like I would never see them again.

 

             Night grew heavy and before I could comprehend I was asleep.

            I felt a sharp pinching on my arm I arose with a start.

 

            "Were here!" my brother Austin excitedly whispered. On that note I shoot up like a bull in a rodeo.

 

            I looked around I saw my big new house, my room was blue with a big window, I saw some kids playing down the street then I smiled as I thought this might no be so bad after all.

 

 there is the story I wrote I made some parts up but it is also kind of true. 

This is just a random poem I wrote-

There once was a fellow named Jack

Who was scared he had lost his pack

He looked all a round

You know what he found

It was sitting right there on the rack