Moving    By Betsy Morgan

                 One Sunday morning my mom told me, �We�re moving.� I was shocked. I said, �What? Why? Mom, I don�t want to a leave my friends, and WHY? I�ll go get dressed, and go tell Andie and Jackie.�
                 When I was walking there, I said to myself, �no more making envelops, no more sleepovers, no more playing in the creek.  This is the worst that can ever happen�
                  I got to their house. I was wondering what their response would be.  I went up to their room and said, �I�m moving!�  They gasped, and said �What? We don�t want you to move!�  I said,   �Whoa, I told my mom I don�t want to move, but mom�s the boss.� Then Andie said �So when are you moving?� �I don�t know,� I answered.  Jackie and Andie said, �But when you move, we�re never going to see you again or have sleepovers.�  I gasped and said, �I never thought about that.�
                Then Jackie said, �Before you move, we can have our last sleepover. Then you can tell Baby (their dog, a yellow lab).�  We waited eight months until we had our sleepover. It was end of kindergarten.
                At the sleepover, we made a few envelopes, the way we always did.  Adena (my sister) took a piece of paper, then she would fold it like this, then I would cut off the edge, and give it to Andie.  She would fold it like this, and then Jackie would tape here so it would look like this. We also played with Baby for a little bit, and then we finally went to sleep. 
               The next day my sister and I asked my brother David, �How was sleeping at the new house?�  I only had been at the new house at daytime, not at night.  He said it was OK but  �I wish you were there.�  � Really?� Adena asked.  David said �NO!� in the rudest way.
              We met the people that were going to move in to our house.  Their son my age was black. They were a family of four, a girl my sister�s age, and a boy my age.  Guess what they found on the bottom of the shed roof?  There were two wasps� nests.  I lived in the house for six years and I�ve never noticed the two wasps nests before.                                                                                                                 I was in the lunchroom for the first time]. I thought to myself, I�ve never been in the lunchroom before. I also felt like I was a baby. Suddenly out of nowhere I bumped in
to Emily the girl on my bus. We said. �Sorry,� at the same time, then we laughed. She invited me to her house.
            On Sunday I was at her house. It was really close to my house. We played for 4 hours. My dad came to drive me home, but when he started talking to Emily�s mom, Emily and I ran home.  We were out of breath.  Emily walked home with her mom.
My Journey To Canada   By Zachary Schnitzer

             It all started when I woke up early one morning. I went outside of my room and saw my mom doing her hair, and telling me that we were going to Canada! So I flicked on my room light and got all the stuff I needed to go on vacation with, but I couldn�t find my CD player! But eventually I found it. So then I started to carry my stuff out into the van!!
            I got into the van and my dad drove to Canada. In the van I was listening to my CD on a loud volume. On the way there we stopped at Wawa, and I got a big bag of white cheddar popcorn. I ate most of it but I stopped eating it because the ride was so long that I fell asleep.
            Then we finally got to Canada! As soon as we got out of the van the mist from the Niagara Falls got us all wet!! Then we went into our beautiful hotel! It looked great. When we were outside of the hotel we were looking at the Butterfly Museum. It was so big.
           When we went inside the Butterfly Museum the owner was letting out the butterflies. They were so pretty. When I was in front of the cage there were even still caterpillars. It was awesome. Some were even still in their cocoon.
           Then since I was so still the butterflies went all over my body. I guess everyone thought they looked good on me. They all started taking pictures of me. When it was time to leave the museum it was hard to get all the butterflies off of me.
           Then on the way home in the car we all said what we liked about the trip and what was your favorite part. I said, �My favorite part was the butterflies. I liked about that was people taking tones of pictures of me. Then we were home and I didn�t ever fall asleep on the way home!
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