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Write Away: I Don't Speak Italian
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Wednesday, December 2, 2009. I Don't Speak Italian. Summer vacation 2006, I, Jack Cardinale was lost. . When all of a sudden, they scattered! I told Laurence, "Come on, lets go into that building. A bunch went in there." The worst part about my choice was, it was a condemned building. . I liked your S.O.S. I thought your title really hooked me. Nice job on that! One question though, Why did your cousins try to seperate you from your family? December 2, 2009 at 5:15 PM. I thought your post was amazing you...
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Write Away: How Potato Bugs Change the Night
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Wednesday, December 2, 2009. How Potato Bugs Change the Night. Dr No" James bond. When Jack's dad, John, finally ushered us into the tent, we stayed up for about four hours. Well, actually, I stayed up for four hours. They stayed up for five or six hours. After that, George started telling scary stories (and they were scary). But it wasn't long before I shrieked. The loudest in a long time. George stopped. Yeah, it's called a mo- ughhhhhhh! George started. He paused. That ain't a moth.". Was full of balo...
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Write Away: Turn of Death
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Sunday, December 6, 2009. Wait for me," I yelled as I was skidding around a corner of the Depot Cafe. No way Audrey, but if you want to catch up you have to pedal faster, like me," my brother, Kyle, blurted back. Ah, what a fun time I'm having I thought. Just riding around town on my half-way broken bike, with my little brother who is teasing me about the way he rides faster. Yep, I am having such a fun time. Don't think I like bike riding, because I hate it. And I. No, not Starbucks. Ugh," I muttered.
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Write Away: FEAR OF DROWNING IN DEEP WATER
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Sunday, December 6, 2009. FEAR OF DROWNING IN DEEP WATER. Hi my name is Eva I'm going to tell you about one of the more scary incidence in my life. This is one of the stories you have to be there to believe it. This story will give you the thrill of a lifetime. Okay maybe I'm exaggerating a little but well you get my point. Ina came clomping down the stairs just as Andrew and Williams mother, Amy was pushing the warm pancakes off the platter and on to my plate. As Marina ran down the stairs she yelled.
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Write Away: The Boating Trip
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Thursday, December 3, 2009. That summer the wind was heavy and the night was cool. I went on a house boat with my friend's family and my family. It was a humid and a hot day and we were all inside. My friend, Casey and I wanted to go on the blue and white inner tube so they all ca. Me along with us. I wanted to feel the wind in my hair. I was all ready to go. Then the cool water started to poor on. Casey and I started screaming "help us! December 7, 2009 at 8:45 AM. December 7, 2009 at 11:37 AM. Creative...
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Write Away: Death Current
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Wednesday, December 2, 2009. I slapped on my flowered bikini and slobbed on some sunscreen and slapped on my sunglasses. I walked fast on my tipsy toes to the linen closet. I grabbed a towel with the words "Enjoy Hawaii". I am going swimming now o.k? I exclaimed to my mom. OK but don't go to far! I yelled back I as ran down to the sandy beach. As I was done yelling I noticed that I was in the middle of nowhere! Hi Mommy." I said in a weak voice. How was swimming darling? She asked me in her question face.
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Write Away: Closet Of Doom
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Sunday, December 6, 2009. I feel like going in, I truly do. I really, really, really want to go into that closet but I feel. That going all by myself into a pitch black closet would be quite frightening in my opinion. I just felt this urge to go in all by myself. If I did go in, I could brag about it to my sister because she would be down right scared to go all by herself into a scary closet. Soon I had a plan. I would go in. Are we ever going to get out? I asked my mom. December 6, 2009 at 9:16 PM.
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Write Away: Lost
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Tuesday, December 1, 2009. Mom, can we go to Nordstroms? I would like a new doll, because every five-year-old girl has three dolls, and I have only two, so I wanted one more," I said. OK, but in five minutes, OK? OK, I am so excited mom! I babbled out in excitement. Let's go now," yelled mom. Mom let's go up stairs, so we can look at the dolls," I said. OK, do you want to go up the stairs, elevator, or escalators? Lets go up the elevator", I sparked out. OK," snickered Mom. As we went up th. OK," I said.
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Write Away: Seat Belt Trouble
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Monday, December 7, 2009. I was ten when my mom and I got home from the store on a slightly breezy Wednesday afternoon. That's when it all started to go wrong. Parks as I reach very quickly to take off my seat belt, which I never like to wear. I press the button. I hear a click and the silver buckle releases from the black and red slot. I lunge and pull the belt away to get out and quickly run to my house, but I'm stuck! How can this be? The buckle's out, but I'm still in! No, Oh no! Mom, dad, Austin!
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Write Away: December 2009
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Monday, December 7, 2009. I was ten when my mom and I got home from the store on a slightly breezy Wednesday afternoon. That's when it all started to go wrong. Parks as I reach very quickly to take off my seat belt, which I never like to wear. I press the button. I hear a click and the silver buckle releases from the black and red slot. I lunge and pull the belt away to get out and quickly run to my house, but I'm stuck! How can this be? The buckle's out, but I'm still in! No, Oh no! Mom, dad, Austin!
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