my school project

A UN named book

So there he lade trying to think of something to type for his 1,500 word paper that was due on Tuesday a 14 old year boy going by the name Jon he had read the assignment a 1,000 times but still could not think of anything to write. When he saw something shining in the window he snuck passed he mother to go see what it was it was a silver talisman with a monkey in the middle holding a jade ball and a golden dragon on the out side of the talisman and it was just floating there it was just floating there in mid air then he thought,

“This has to be a trick” but when he checked it for strings there was nothing there. He listened for wind makers died silence he looked for projectors, Jon looked for anything anything that would suspend the coin but he found nothing. A smile crossed his face; magic it was the only explanation he had looked for everything else.

“Hang on, what shod I do with it I cant just leave it here someone, might find it. But it could be dangerous, what if someone lost it? What if they come looking for it? If I take it I could become a wizard” he stared at the coin for a while he had made his decision. He grabbed the coin out of the air “AHHHH what is that buzzing” he looked down at the coin in his hand it was glowing and shaking violently the coin shot up in the air and Jon was beginning sucked into the coin Jon clawed at his body trying to stop him self form being sucked into the coin he could not stop it though he saw orange, red, black, white, he saw every color of the rainbow. It was to bright, he shelled his eyes from the dancing colors

snow

Snow

Falling in buckets full

Wight as fair as the eye can see

Coming down as big as half dollars

After five minuets a foot of snow has fallen

Running out in the snow shoveling the snow into a fort an army of snowmen

A cavern of tunnels as many snow balls as I can throw

And my best friend and his unfinished fort but some how in his idiotic way he manages to win

But then the sun comes out snowmelts away and we go home.

mad

Mad

Brows tighten fist clench face puffs up disappointment shows in there face

Mouth flab’s never blink don’t look away

Words start forming

They speck in an angry yet calm way

When they finish

You sneak away

And do what you were told

drawling

Drawing

Moving you’re pensile along the page

Making a perfect circle

Leaving your mark on the page as a warrior leaves his mark on the battle felled

Tacking millions of marks and lines and making them into the most beautiful woman on the face of the earth.

dust

Dust

The one thing we all have is dust

Leaving itomes on the wall never to be tuched agen

That photo on the wall that lucky baseball card never doing never moving just coleting dust

But after all thows years that lucky baseball card is so filfey you cant reconise it

That photo on the wall its just a frame for the good times you had

That memory its just a memory and soon evon that is dust

So in the end your memorys are just amemorey

That card its just a card and all you have is DUST.