Nothing Ever Happens On Spruce Street

"Nothing ever happens on Spruce Street!" Rose cried from her perch. Her writing instructor had told the class to write a story. Writing a story was easy for Rose, but her instructor had said to write a non-fiction story about the people who lived on her street. This was more difficult to write about, because in Rose's opinion "nothing ever happens on Spruce Street." Spruce Street is the name of the well kept street that she lives on.

Although Rose was shy towards others, however while holding paper and a pencil, her writing was very creative, and expressive. She had a very vivid imagination so as to accomplish this. She was determined not to just write the story, but to make the story stimulating.

From her perch, on the roof, she could see her entire neighbor hood, her road was a very small, bright, cul-de-sac on the edge of town, when you looked at it you normally got a warm feeling in the pit of your stomach because of how inviting it seemed. Normally when someone uses the term "in the pit of your stomach" you think automatically that whatever feeling is there is going to be a bad one, however I used it to describe a good feeling because that was the only way to get my point across. All of the houses on her street had well kept lawns and hedges. The houses were also all brightly, funky, colored so that it looked like you were standing in the middle of a rainbow.

Rose could see Mrs.Pine gardening while her five year old son, Casper, ran around the yard with a blanket tied around his neck like a cape. It looked as though he was pretending to be a superhero.

Rose liked to sit on the roof while writing because the bright red shingles gave her many ideas for one story after the next. This spot also gave her a panoramic view of the scenery.This panoramic view is what had her convinced that nothing exciting ever happens on her street. If something were to happen then she would be the first to know. She was absolutely correct about that, but as for being correct on her accusation, you will have to read the rest of the story to find out about that.

While the wonderful writer was working, her family was having a garage sale. A raven was ripping across the rough winded, rolling clouded, reflective sky. The rough wind ruffled it's black feathers and rocked the raven off the right course. The raven crashed into a bulky, marine blue book that smelled musty, the book had been sitting on the roof. The book slipped off the roof and hit Mr.Truant in the head. While everyone in the neighborhood rushed to his aid Rose was writing frantically in her writing book.

Rose climbed down to see if Mr.Truant was alright.When she got down  Mrs.Olen was studying the book carefully. "This is mine," she told me in a calm but distant voice, I thought see was crazy, everyone did, she was old and nobody ever knew what she was talking about. And I most certainly knew that that was not her book, I had bought it from the bookstore myself. But I listened anyway. She told of how she was actually the author of this fantastic book. I was amazed, I suppose she isn't as crazy as we all thought. Mrs.Olen is really just a brilliant old lady with a great talent, trying to survive in this hardship world.

After her story I was startled when the sound of tiers rolling up the driveway pulled me out of my thoughts. I turned to my head to the sound to see a black, shiny, limo with it's black tiers rolling right up our driveway. A limo? In my driveway? I walked forward to see who was in it. The limo driver got out of the front seat and opened the back door. It was Gina Gray-Star, one of the few amazing, fully talented actors of all time! She is my favorite actor, she plays the best parts in all of my favorite movies, like she was Freida in The Free Gal. She also played Jenny in The Hopscotching tournament.

Gina took one look at my illuminated, red roofed house and smiled wider than I ever thought she could. she even smiled wider than the time she smiled on the television when she won three Emmy awards in a row. I managed to squeak out a, "Hi there."

She was wearing a deep yellow dress that you could only see the bottom because of her light blue coat. She was also wearing a dark blue scarf that complimented her pale skin and hazelnut eyes nicely.
Gina Gray-Star looked back at me as I took all of this in and admittedly smiled even wider. "You must be the owner of Rickety-Anne," She declared rhetorically.

"Who is Rickety Anne?" I asked.

"It is not a who, it is a what," she corrected me.

"Well then who is it?" I corrected myself .

"Why it's the house of coarse," She told me like I should have known already. "I used to live here, I come back and visit each year. Then she went into detail telling us about about how this house used to belong to her. Well, I don't know about you, but living in a house that my  role model used to live in, is not only a coincidence but it is also so amazing.

So after Mr.Truant convinced everyone that he was okay and everyone, including Gina Gray-Star, had a piece of cake that I baked that morning, the limo was pulling away with Gina calling out, "Good-bye, see you again next year." Everyone waved until the limo turned the corner.

Over all it was a good day. I finished my story, found out that Mrs.Olen wasn't crazy, and, of course, I met Gina Gray-Star. The one thing that I will never forget though is... Something Always Happens On Spruce Street!

The Unhappy Sister

I was picked up off my spot and hugged. I was brought towards the check out desk. Then one I was checked out we walked out o the car. My hand was held all the way to the car. I was put in the backseat. On the way home I couldn't see out the window to see the way home because I was too short, this was very unfortunate because if I ever get lost I wouldn't be able to find my way home. The car stopped so suddenly that I almost fell to the floor, that was so scary. I was picked up off the seat and taken inside. I was brought into a very pink room, just the right colour for my taste, it matched my dress. I was set on a shelf and the person that was carrying me walked out. I am a doll and very happy to be so. Waiting for the right person to take me off the shelf, bring me to their house and then put me back on the shelf suits me just fine.
I am so happy to be, in my opinion, adopted, that if I could do a front flip then I would. The room and the girl are as perfect as this shelf so I am very pleased. Just as I was admiring my room the little girl that picked me off the store shelf came in and took me off the shelf again. She set me on a little Disney princess table and sprayed some flower smelling stuff all over me. Outside I heard a car door slam. The little girl in front of me whispered, "Oops she's already home."
She took me out of the pink room just to put me into a blue room, I was confused seeing as blue is a boy colour. She set me on a dark blue shelf and walked out. Everywhere I looked I saw blue. Maybe, I thought, this is my own room and they are going to paint it tomorrow. A weird looking girl walked in and put down a bag, no wait that is a backpack, I met some of those at the store that I was in. She looked at her shelf, which other than me was empty. She stared and stared at me. Finally she picked me up and stormed out of her room. She waked straight up to the little girl.

"What is this stupid doll doing in my room?" She asked with a very annoyed voice. I felt hurt. I didn't feel stupid. I mean I may not have a brain but where did she get the idea that she could just talk about me like that right in front of my face.
"Mom bought me a doll today and I decided to give it to you, and by the way she isn't stupid," The young girl told her.
"Well I don't want it," The older girl yelled. She through me onto the couch and stormed out. The younger girl picked me up and set me back on the shelf of her pink room where I will stay forevermore.

Only One Month To Live?

Here I am on my deathbed with everyone who ever cared about me all around me and I'm only 13 and this is the story of how that came to be.

I woke up, in our small house in California, one morning and my mother was out picking up some things, like usual. I went to the kitchen to get breakfast. On the counter was a letter, it read:

Dear Alana,

I am out to buy groceries and get the results from your testing that you had done. Please get the news paper, from out on the porch, and finish your homework.

From, Syd.

Syd is my mother's nickname, her real name is Sydney, she believes that it is important that everyone is equal so that is what I call her to make us equal.So after breakfast I went to get the mail and, oh goody, there was a letter for me. It was from my grandmother, she was wishing that I have a good 14 birthday in a month, and as usual she sent the letter ahead of time. I got home to finish my homework, which all I had to do was finish reading my book and complete a page of questions about it. By the time I was finished I could here Syd's car coming up the driveway. I heard the door open and I heard the door close. "Alana come down here please," Syd called.

When I got down the stairs Syd was waiting on the couch, I walked to the couch and sat down. She started to cry. "It's not fair to keep you in suspense so I'm just going to come right out and say it, you're going to die in one month." I couldn't move, I couldn't breath , all I could do was just sit there and stare.

My eyes flutter open the light is bright so I am forced to close them again. I hear footsteps, I don't know where I am. The footsteps come into my room. They close the blinds, I try opening my eyes again, they take a moment to adjust, Syd is standing there. "No more time will be wasted, we are going to blow all the money in the bank before you die."

How did I get to my room," realizing where I was as I took in what she had just said.

"I brought you up here now come on, you are all packed up and ready to go so let's go."

And so that is how it all started, not only having that scene but having such a crazy mother. So we spent the next while doing outrageous stuff and traveling the world.

We went hot air ballooning in Mississippi, all the people looked like tiny ant. The balloon was very colourful, it was red, orange, yellow, blue and black. We rode elephants in Thailand, what a bumpy, but fun ride. We spent a bit of time in one of the little towns in Thailand. We swam with sharks and dolphins in Orlando, Florida, the sharks were scary but the dolphins were just plain awesome.

In the end we had lots of fun doing crazy things, we even finish of a bank account, but the whole time I was worrying about what would happen once we got home. Thirty days later we were back in town, but not at home, we were in the hospital. I was scheduled to die tomorrow. I was not regretting anything, I was impatient for my time to finally be over. I had lived the last month the way I had always dreamed. The only thing that I can tell you is "Don't wait to be on your deathbed to live your life right."

The one request that I gave my mom was to "Be Happy Don't Worry." I died on the thirty-first, the day that I was scheduled to. I was buried. I will always watch over my loving, caring, mother, for as long as she lives, which won't be to long seeing as she has no money to live on.