Hi all! Are you waiting for the sequel of the first story (The Perfect Best Friends part 1)? Let's read it!
That day, the girls are already there in Debby's bedroom. They sit on the mat on the floor and discussed about the switched Math test grade.
"So, what shall we do?" Ellen questioned. "We'll discuss about Deb's grade" Gwen started, "Whom do you think is the one who switch your grade, Deb?" Debby thought for a while, then she answered, "I think, it's Theresa or Wilma. But I'm not sure, maybe others can switch too!" "Okay, if you think it's Theresa or Wilma, why do you think it's one of 'em?" Gwen asked Debby. "Well, they're looking weird this recent day, I mean they seems to be afraid to me during the recent days!" Debby said. "Guys, why don't we tell this to the teacher first. Because if we don't she will feel bad about us. Right?" Sofia said. "Hmmm.... Maybe you're right, Sofia. But now, maybe we can make a plan to bust someone who switch my grade!!" exclaimed Debby.
"Okay, now we're talking 'bout what??" Gwen asked. "About the plan to bust the one who switch Deb's grade!" exclaimed Ellen. "Hey, rather than making a competition why don't we make games and invite Wilma and Theresa. We'll make a game that consist of writing!" Sofia said. "How about the cafe game? When someone order an item in the menu, Wilma and Theresa who are the waitress will write the item. We are the chef or the cashier waitress. We'll check their handwriting!" Gwen suggested. They finally agreed.
The next day, they started to built their brand-new "La Que Belle" mini cafe.
So do you want to know the sequel of this short story? Wait and stay tuned for the next sequel: The Perfect Best Friends part 3!
Tampilkan postingan dengan label My Stories. Tampilkan semua postingan
Tampilkan postingan dengan label My Stories. Tampilkan semua postingan
Kamis, 19 Mei 2011
Sabtu, 09 April 2011
The Perfect Best Friends part 1
Hi all! This is a story about four best friends. So what's the story about? Let's read it!
One day, there was a Math written test on Monday. Sofia and Ellen got the same grade, 98. Gwen got a grade lower than them, 97. They were so joyful because they had done their best. But, Debby's grade was up-side-down. She got 64 for her Math written test. She was sad, but curious about her grade. She believed that there was a student who switch their grades. It was because she couldn't write in cursive way!
It was recess time. They girls had been eating their lunches and now they're playing UNO card under the tree. When the girls starts playing, Debby told them about her Math grade.
"Friends, I want to tell you something",she started her speech, "For the Math written test, you need to know, I've got 64. But I knew that wasn't my grade at all!" Gwen started to questioned, "Are you kidding?And how do you know that it wasn't your grade?" "Gwen, I ain't kid you for a thing like that! And I think, someone had switch my grade! It was because....." Debby said, but her sentence was cut by Ellen. "Because of what, Deb? We would help you to get rid of this problem!" Ellen said. Sofia and Gwen agreed. "Hmmm.... Actually, I couldn't write in cursive way. But my Math written test handwriting was written in cursive! I wouldn't write in cursive way, ofcourse." Debby said. "There must be someone who switch her grade! But, who is that kid?" Sofia said. "Maybe we can make a story writing competition about anything they want. But it should make sense and have to be with his/her own handwriting. From that competition, we can match the handwriting of a student who join it and the student who switch Debby's grade!" exclaimed Ellen. "Brilliant idea! But what will they get, if they win it? And what should we do to the one who switch Deb's grade?" Sofia asked. "Be quiet and come to my house later at 4 pm! We will think about that. Agree?" exclaimed Debby. "Okay, Debby!" Ellen, Gwen, and Sofia said.
Hey, do you wanna know what's the end of the story and who switch Debby's grade? If you do, justw ait for the sequel; The Perfect Best Friends part 2!
The Perfect Best Friends
 |
| From left to right: Sofia, Gwen, Debby, Ellen |
Not long time ago, lived four best friends. Their names are Sofia, Ellen, Debby, and Gwen. They had been best friends for almost five years without ending. Because what they do is being together, together, and together.
It was recess time. They girls had been eating their lunches and now they're playing UNO card under the tree. When the girls starts playing, Debby told them about her Math grade.
"Friends, I want to tell you something",she started her speech, "For the Math written test, you need to know, I've got 64. But I knew that wasn't my grade at all!" Gwen started to questioned, "Are you kidding?And how do you know that it wasn't your grade?" "Gwen, I ain't kid you for a thing like that! And I think, someone had switch my grade! It was because....." Debby said, but her sentence was cut by Ellen. "Because of what, Deb? We would help you to get rid of this problem!" Ellen said. Sofia and Gwen agreed. "Hmmm.... Actually, I couldn't write in cursive way. But my Math written test handwriting was written in cursive! I wouldn't write in cursive way, ofcourse." Debby said. "There must be someone who switch her grade! But, who is that kid?" Sofia said. "Maybe we can make a story writing competition about anything they want. But it should make sense and have to be with his/her own handwriting. From that competition, we can match the handwriting of a student who join it and the student who switch Debby's grade!" exclaimed Ellen. "Brilliant idea! But what will they get, if they win it? And what should we do to the one who switch Deb's grade?" Sofia asked. "Be quiet and come to my house later at 4 pm! We will think about that. Agree?" exclaimed Debby. "Okay, Debby!" Ellen, Gwen, and Sofia said.
Hey, do you wanna know what's the end of the story and who switch Debby's grade? If you do, justw ait for the sequel; The Perfect Best Friends part 2!
Rabu, 06 April 2011
My New Song
Hi all.... Last time on Saturday, April 2 2011, I made a song. Well, the lyrics are short. But for me, It's just so hard making it. And I'm so glad that if anyone can help me add or fix the lyrics of the song. Just send e-mail to me (CharlotteRichLK@gmail.com)! Okay, let's check my song!
Havin' Fun Forever
What do I see in the skies?
Somethin' blue that makes me rise
Havin' fun forever you and I.....
Climb a tree, that makes me free
You pick flowers, that's just for me
Havin' fun forever you and I....
My world is a special place
Everyday smile's on your face
Havin' fun forever you and I....
Let me fly, fly, fly, fly
Havin' fun forever you and I....
And good bye, bye, bye, bye
Havin fun forever you and I....
How's that song? That's all I can do, see you!
Sabtu, 19 Maret 2011
Rumpelstiltskin
Once there was a miller who was poor, but who had a beautiful daughter. Now it happened that he had to go and speak to the king, and in order to make himself appear important he said to him, "I have a daughter who can spin straw into gold."
The king said to the miller, "That is an art which pleases me well, if your daughter is as clever as you say, bring her to-morrow to my palace, and I will put her to the test."
And when the girl was brought to him he took her into a room which was quite full of straw, gave her a spinning-wheel and a reel, and said, "Now set to work, and if by to-morrow morning early you have not spun this straw into gold during the night, you must die."
Thereupon he himself locked up the room, and left her in it alone. So there sat the poor miller's daughter, and for the life of her could not tell what to do, she had no idea how straw could be spun into gold, and she grew more and more frightened, until at last she began to weep.
But all at once the door opened, and in came a little man, and said, "Good evening, mistress miller, why are you crying so?"
"Alas," answered the girl, "I have to spin straw into gold, and I do not know how to do it."
"What will you give me," said the manikin, "if I do it for you?"
"My necklace," said the girl.
The little man took the necklace, seated himself in front of the wheel, and whirr, whirr, whirr, three turns, and the reel was full, then he put another on, and whirr, whirr, whirr, three times round, and the second was full too. And so it went on until the morning, when all the straw was spun, and all the reels were full of gold.
By daybreak the king was already there, and when he saw the gold he was astonished and delighted, but his heart became only more greedy. He had the miller's daughter taken into another room full of straw, which was much larger, and commanded her to spin that also in one night if she valued her life. The girl knew not how to help herself, and was crying, when the door opened again, and the little man appeared, and said, "What will you give me if I spin that straw into gold for you?"
"The ring on my finger," answered the girl.
The little man took the ring, again began to turn the wheel, and by morning had spun all the straw into glittering gold.
The king rejoiced beyond measure at the sight, but still he had not gold enough, and he had the miller's daughter taken into a still larger room full of straw, and said, "You must spin this, too, in the course of this night, but if you succeed, you shall be my wife."
Even if she be a miller's daughter, thought he, I could not find a richer wife in the whole world.
When the girl was alone the manikin came again for the third time, and said, "What will you give me if I spin the straw for you this time also?"
"I have nothing left that I could give," answered the girl.
"Then promise me, if you should become queen, to give me your first child."
Who knows whether that will ever happen, thought the miller's daughter, and, not knowing how else to help herself in this strait, she promised the manikin what he wanted, and for that he once more spun the straw into gold.
And when the king came in the morning, and found all as he had wished, he took her in marriage, and the pretty miller's daughter became a queen.
A year after, she brought a beautiful child into the world, and she never gave a thought to the manikin. But suddenly he came into her room, and said, "Now give me what you promised."
The queen was horror-struck, and offered the manikin all the riches of the kingdom if he would leave her the child. But the manikin said, "No, something alive is dearer to me than all the treasures in the world."
Then the queen began to lament and cry, so that the manikin pitied her.
"I will give you three days, time," said he, "if by that time you find out my name, then shall you keep your child."
So the queen thought the whole night of all the names that she had ever heard, and she sent a messenger over the country to inquire, far and wide, for any other names that there might be. When the manikin came the next day, she began with Caspar, Melchior, Balthazar, and said all the names she knew, one after another, but to every one the little man said, "That is not my name."
On the second day she had inquiries made in the neighborhood as to the names of the people there, and she repeated to the manikin the most uncommon and curious. Perhaps your name is Shortribs, or Sheepshanks, or Laceleg, but he always answered, "That is not my name."
On the third day the messenger came back again, and said, "I have not been able to find a single new name, but as I came to a high mountain at the end of the forest, where the fox and the hare bid each other good night, there I saw a little house, and before the house a fire was burning, and round about the fire quite a ridiculous little man was jumping, he hopped upon one leg, and shouted -
'To-day I bake, to-morrow brew,
the next I'll have the young queen's child.
Ha, glad am I that no one knew
that Rumpelstiltskin I am styled.'"
You may imagine how glad the queen was when she heard the name. And when soon afterwards the little man came in, and asked, "Now, mistress queen, what is my name?"
At first she said, "Is your name Conrad?"
"No."
"Is your name Harry?"
"No."
"Perhaps your name is Rumpelstiltskin?"
"The devil has told you that! The devil has told you that," cried the little man, and in his anger he plunged his right foot so deep into the earth that his whole leg went in, and then in rage he pulled at his left leg so hard with both hands that he tore himself in two.
Taken from: http://www.eastoftheweb.com/short-stories/UBooks/Rum.shtml
The king said to the miller, "That is an art which pleases me well, if your daughter is as clever as you say, bring her to-morrow to my palace, and I will put her to the test."
And when the girl was brought to him he took her into a room which was quite full of straw, gave her a spinning-wheel and a reel, and said, "Now set to work, and if by to-morrow morning early you have not spun this straw into gold during the night, you must die."
Thereupon he himself locked up the room, and left her in it alone. So there sat the poor miller's daughter, and for the life of her could not tell what to do, she had no idea how straw could be spun into gold, and she grew more and more frightened, until at last she began to weep.
But all at once the door opened, and in came a little man, and said, "Good evening, mistress miller, why are you crying so?"
"Alas," answered the girl, "I have to spin straw into gold, and I do not know how to do it."
"What will you give me," said the manikin, "if I do it for you?"
"My necklace," said the girl.
The little man took the necklace, seated himself in front of the wheel, and whirr, whirr, whirr, three turns, and the reel was full, then he put another on, and whirr, whirr, whirr, three times round, and the second was full too. And so it went on until the morning, when all the straw was spun, and all the reels were full of gold.
By daybreak the king was already there, and when he saw the gold he was astonished and delighted, but his heart became only more greedy. He had the miller's daughter taken into another room full of straw, which was much larger, and commanded her to spin that also in one night if she valued her life. The girl knew not how to help herself, and was crying, when the door opened again, and the little man appeared, and said, "What will you give me if I spin that straw into gold for you?"
"The ring on my finger," answered the girl.
The little man took the ring, again began to turn the wheel, and by morning had spun all the straw into glittering gold.
The king rejoiced beyond measure at the sight, but still he had not gold enough, and he had the miller's daughter taken into a still larger room full of straw, and said, "You must spin this, too, in the course of this night, but if you succeed, you shall be my wife."
Even if she be a miller's daughter, thought he, I could not find a richer wife in the whole world.
When the girl was alone the manikin came again for the third time, and said, "What will you give me if I spin the straw for you this time also?"
"I have nothing left that I could give," answered the girl.
"Then promise me, if you should become queen, to give me your first child."
Who knows whether that will ever happen, thought the miller's daughter, and, not knowing how else to help herself in this strait, she promised the manikin what he wanted, and for that he once more spun the straw into gold.
And when the king came in the morning, and found all as he had wished, he took her in marriage, and the pretty miller's daughter became a queen.
A year after, she brought a beautiful child into the world, and she never gave a thought to the manikin. But suddenly he came into her room, and said, "Now give me what you promised."
The queen was horror-struck, and offered the manikin all the riches of the kingdom if he would leave her the child. But the manikin said, "No, something alive is dearer to me than all the treasures in the world."
Then the queen began to lament and cry, so that the manikin pitied her.
"I will give you three days, time," said he, "if by that time you find out my name, then shall you keep your child."
So the queen thought the whole night of all the names that she had ever heard, and she sent a messenger over the country to inquire, far and wide, for any other names that there might be. When the manikin came the next day, she began with Caspar, Melchior, Balthazar, and said all the names she knew, one after another, but to every one the little man said, "That is not my name."
On the second day she had inquiries made in the neighborhood as to the names of the people there, and she repeated to the manikin the most uncommon and curious. Perhaps your name is Shortribs, or Sheepshanks, or Laceleg, but he always answered, "That is not my name."
On the third day the messenger came back again, and said, "I have not been able to find a single new name, but as I came to a high mountain at the end of the forest, where the fox and the hare bid each other good night, there I saw a little house, and before the house a fire was burning, and round about the fire quite a ridiculous little man was jumping, he hopped upon one leg, and shouted -
'To-day I bake, to-morrow brew,
the next I'll have the young queen's child.
Ha, glad am I that no one knew
that Rumpelstiltskin I am styled.'"
You may imagine how glad the queen was when she heard the name. And when soon afterwards the little man came in, and asked, "Now, mistress queen, what is my name?"
At first she said, "Is your name Conrad?"
"No."
"Is your name Harry?"
"No."
"Perhaps your name is Rumpelstiltskin?"
"The devil has told you that! The devil has told you that," cried the little man, and in his anger he plunged his right foot so deep into the earth that his whole leg went in, and then in rage he pulled at his left leg so hard with both hands that he tore himself in two.
Taken from: http://www.eastoftheweb.com/short-stories/UBooks/Rum.shtml
The Magic Wand
One night, Stacy was about to rearrange her bed when she wants to sleep. Suddenly, she found a magic wand under the pillow. Stacy said, “Wow, a magic wand! I wonder what spell make it work” Then, she holds the wand, point it to a trash, and said, “Magic wand, make it gone. Come I call, throw them all…”
POOF!!!
The trash was gone! Stacy was very thankful. She decided to bring that wand to school. Then, she prayed and slept.
COOK-A-DOODLE-OOOO
It was morning already. She picked her towel and goes bathing. Then, she took her bag and shoes downstairs to the dining room. She ate her morning feast. And then she waits for her brother, Louis, in the living room reading a book.
That book tells about a fairy and her magic wand. “Oh! The magic wand! I almost forgot to bring it to school,” she said in her heart. So then, she went up to her bedroom, took the pillow and… The wand was lost! It could be anywhere by now! Stacy was disappointed. Then she went downstairs and went to school because Louis was ready now.
The school ends at 2 pm. Her mom had waited for her and Louis. She went home sadly, because she hadn’t brought the magic wand to school.
It was night already. She rearranged her bed, changed her wearing into the blue nightdress, and prayed. She prayed so that she could find the magic wand. She slept, but there was something hard behind the pillow. She took the pillow, and it was actually the wand! How can it be? She said in her heart.
She took the wand and put it on a box. She turned on the lamp and walked to the wardrobe. She meant to place it there so that no one would steal it again. She placed it under her dresses.
She opens the box again but the wand was missing! She touches the inner side of the box, and she felt the magic wand. “Oh, the wand is too BRIGHT! That’s why it’s always missing during the day and appears during the night!” she said proudly. “Okay, I’ll put it in the box. So, I won’t forget about it again.” Stacy continues. The she climbed to her bed and slept.
COOK-A-DOODLE-OOO
Stacy woke up very early in the morning. She took her towel and went to the bathroom. She wears her checkers uniform and went down stairs. She ate her breakfast and waited for Louis. Then, she continued her book about the fairy and the magic wand. The magic wand! She said in her heart. Then she went up stairs and took her box. She opens the box and….. Voila! The wand was missing. “Alright, I think the magic wand is destined not for me” Stacy said quietly.
THE END
Langganan:
Postingan (Atom)