Post by anirbas on Sept 27, 2018 23:41:31 GMT -6
~Hallowe'en Feast
Boy, did this turn out to be the Halloween I never will forget, or what? Mom is always telling me, "Ivy, it's okay to make a mess. As long as you clean it up...." She tells me the same thing, when I pull out my My Scene barbie dolls, and leave them laying around everywhere. Or my color books and crayons. 'Specially, the colored pencils. 'Cause when I leave those out loose on the couch or in the floor, my dumb dog Bonkers, chews them right up. Mom says she thinks somebody pulled our leg and gave us a goat, instead of a dog.
But, Mom, just doesn't get it...I really try to remember to clean up after myself. I mean, I mean, too. But, I'm only ten and when my friend Jacob, is out on the porch banging on the door I forget about the mess behind me, as I go running out the door to grab my bike.
Jacob is my bestest friend in the neighborhood; but not my bestest, bestest friend. He's just a stinky boy and there aren't any girls to play with my age on my street. But, he's pretty cool for a smelly boy. He keeps me from falling when we are roller blading. And the other day, he chased Mrs. Keller's ugly mutt dog with the pop eyes away from me, when it ran at us barking. I could have done that myself, if I hadn't had my roller blades on! I can barely skate in mine. Much less run in them, like Jacob can.
My skates are about three sizes to big as they were my brother's. Speaking of my brother. His name is Tony. Short for Anthony. He's a jerk. Mostly, cause he's a boy, too. He's got a big mouth and he's always looking at himself in the mirror. He's always trying to tell me what to do. But, I really didn't mean for it to happen...What happened to him because of me and my messes, this Halloween.
I was doing my homework in the living room, listening to my Pink cd, drinking Red Fury soda from the can with a straw like I like to do.
Knock. Knock. Knock. I ran to the window, and wouldn't you know it, there's Jacob bored to death, cause he's home schooled and he never has homework. I don't think that's fair. My teachers give me lots of homework. Fifth grade is hard. I thought fourth grade was bad. Oh, well. Jacob's here and I only have two more problems, to do.
I opened the door and told him to wait just a minute hollered to Mom, I was going outside to ride my bike on my homework break. First, I ran back to get my soda off the coffee table. And wouldn't you know it? Clumsy Bonkers slapped it off the table with his tail! The can flew across the room, bounced off of the couch, [Nana, my gram's, calls it a divan] and Red Fury spilled everywhere on the floor! Half of it fizzing and disappearing underneath the sofa!
I ran to get a towel to dry it up. I meant to clean it up better. I really did. But, I couldn't reach the stuff under the couch. And Jacob was opening the door and yelling at me to hurry up, let's go! So, I just did. Go.
Later, when I came in from riding my bike to finish my homework little red ants, were everywhere! All over the towel I'd left laying in the floor and crawling up the sides of the couch! I didn't know what to do. So, I sprayed Mom's hairspray all over them. Shook the towel out the back door and threw it in the laundry room. Then swept up the sticky little bodies of the ants on the dustpan and flung them out the backdoor, too. Then, I finished my homework and forgot about it. Typical me.
Mom made Mexican Chicken Casserole for dinner that night. My favorite. Tony's, too. The one thing we agree on. It was really good. And I was tired when I went to bed. I told everybody good night. Including my stinky stuck on himself, brother who was sleeping on the couch in the living room that night. He wanted to sit up late watching scary movies because he's sixteen. He has more privileges than I do at ten. I don't think that's fair. I don't get to watch scary movies, either. Mom says I'm too young. I don't think that's right.
I headed to my bedroom with Bonkers following me nipping playfully at my heels. I sure went to sleep fast. Guess I was tired from riding bikes with Jacob. But that sure didn't stop me from having bad dreams and hearing odd sounds in the night! I kept waking up thinking I could hear the weirdest noises when the movies Tony was watching would go quiet. I was so scared, I couldn't even make myself get out of my bed and run to my Mommy's room! I just pulled the covers up over my head and huddled in my bed till I fell back to sleep. Certain I was going to die of fright before the sun came up.
But, when my alarm clock went off the next morning, I woke up, anyway. Still in one piece, as Mom says, despite my nightmares. I felt discombobulated. I found that word in the dictionary, looking up vocabulary words for class. Those weird noises were sure strange. Sounded like lots of teeny, tiny voices going "Chomp. Chomp. Chew...Chomp. Chomp. Chew...Chomp. Chomp. Chew..."
I got dressed and ran into the livingroom to watch cartoons with Bonkers right behind me. And that's where my Mommy found me, screaming at the top of my lungs! There was nothing left of my big brother on the couch, but a chalk white skeleton and tatters of his clothes! Just the teensiest bit of meat left on his toes. A horde of red ants were still working to finish whispering..."Chomp...Chomp...Chew...Chomp...Chomp...Chew...Chomp...Chomp...Chew..." While a trail of the little red murderers descended down the side of the couch and disappeared beneath it. The tiny fiends had been drawn to this Halloween feast of my conceited, sleeping brother, by the puddle of Red Fury I'd left on the floor and spattered across the couch, in my haste to get out of the door the day before.
Boy, did this turn out to be the Halloween I never will forget, or what? Mom is always telling me, "Ivy, it's okay to make a mess. As long as you clean it up...." She tells me the same thing, when I pull out my My Scene barbie dolls, and leave them laying around everywhere. Or my color books and crayons. 'Specially, the colored pencils. 'Cause when I leave those out loose on the couch or in the floor, my dumb dog Bonkers, chews them right up. Mom says she thinks somebody pulled our leg and gave us a goat, instead of a dog.
But, Mom, just doesn't get it...I really try to remember to clean up after myself. I mean, I mean, too. But, I'm only ten and when my friend Jacob, is out on the porch banging on the door I forget about the mess behind me, as I go running out the door to grab my bike.
Jacob is my bestest friend in the neighborhood; but not my bestest, bestest friend. He's just a stinky boy and there aren't any girls to play with my age on my street. But, he's pretty cool for a smelly boy. He keeps me from falling when we are roller blading. And the other day, he chased Mrs. Keller's ugly mutt dog with the pop eyes away from me, when it ran at us barking. I could have done that myself, if I hadn't had my roller blades on! I can barely skate in mine. Much less run in them, like Jacob can.
My skates are about three sizes to big as they were my brother's. Speaking of my brother. His name is Tony. Short for Anthony. He's a jerk. Mostly, cause he's a boy, too. He's got a big mouth and he's always looking at himself in the mirror. He's always trying to tell me what to do. But, I really didn't mean for it to happen...What happened to him because of me and my messes, this Halloween.
I was doing my homework in the living room, listening to my Pink cd, drinking Red Fury soda from the can with a straw like I like to do.
Knock. Knock. Knock. I ran to the window, and wouldn't you know it, there's Jacob bored to death, cause he's home schooled and he never has homework. I don't think that's fair. My teachers give me lots of homework. Fifth grade is hard. I thought fourth grade was bad. Oh, well. Jacob's here and I only have two more problems, to do.
I opened the door and told him to wait just a minute hollered to Mom, I was going outside to ride my bike on my homework break. First, I ran back to get my soda off the coffee table. And wouldn't you know it? Clumsy Bonkers slapped it off the table with his tail! The can flew across the room, bounced off of the couch, [Nana, my gram's, calls it a divan] and Red Fury spilled everywhere on the floor! Half of it fizzing and disappearing underneath the sofa!
I ran to get a towel to dry it up. I meant to clean it up better. I really did. But, I couldn't reach the stuff under the couch. And Jacob was opening the door and yelling at me to hurry up, let's go! So, I just did. Go.
Later, when I came in from riding my bike to finish my homework little red ants, were everywhere! All over the towel I'd left laying in the floor and crawling up the sides of the couch! I didn't know what to do. So, I sprayed Mom's hairspray all over them. Shook the towel out the back door and threw it in the laundry room. Then swept up the sticky little bodies of the ants on the dustpan and flung them out the backdoor, too. Then, I finished my homework and forgot about it. Typical me.
Mom made Mexican Chicken Casserole for dinner that night. My favorite. Tony's, too. The one thing we agree on. It was really good. And I was tired when I went to bed. I told everybody good night. Including my stinky stuck on himself, brother who was sleeping on the couch in the living room that night. He wanted to sit up late watching scary movies because he's sixteen. He has more privileges than I do at ten. I don't think that's fair. I don't get to watch scary movies, either. Mom says I'm too young. I don't think that's right.
I headed to my bedroom with Bonkers following me nipping playfully at my heels. I sure went to sleep fast. Guess I was tired from riding bikes with Jacob. But that sure didn't stop me from having bad dreams and hearing odd sounds in the night! I kept waking up thinking I could hear the weirdest noises when the movies Tony was watching would go quiet. I was so scared, I couldn't even make myself get out of my bed and run to my Mommy's room! I just pulled the covers up over my head and huddled in my bed till I fell back to sleep. Certain I was going to die of fright before the sun came up.
But, when my alarm clock went off the next morning, I woke up, anyway. Still in one piece, as Mom says, despite my nightmares. I felt discombobulated. I found that word in the dictionary, looking up vocabulary words for class. Those weird noises were sure strange. Sounded like lots of teeny, tiny voices going "Chomp. Chomp. Chew...Chomp. Chomp. Chew...Chomp. Chomp. Chew..."
I got dressed and ran into the livingroom to watch cartoons with Bonkers right behind me. And that's where my Mommy found me, screaming at the top of my lungs! There was nothing left of my big brother on the couch, but a chalk white skeleton and tatters of his clothes! Just the teensiest bit of meat left on his toes. A horde of red ants were still working to finish whispering..."Chomp...Chomp...Chew...Chomp...Chomp...Chew...Chomp...Chomp...Chew..." While a trail of the little red murderers descended down the side of the couch and disappeared beneath it. The tiny fiends had been drawn to this Halloween feast of my conceited, sleeping brother, by the puddle of Red Fury I'd left on the floor and spattered across the couch, in my haste to get out of the door the day before.
