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Friday, October 14, 2011

How creative we are...

Here is a story a girl in my english class finished after I started writing the beginning. It was an assignment during class that we did when we had a sub. I really like it so I thought I'd share it.

key: Anna; blue
       Elizabeth; yellow
           
        As I walked into the capacious room, I realized what happened today. Earlier that day I woke with consternation as I heard a formidable scream from downstairs. I thought it was a pantomine! I languidly dragged my tired body out of bed with animosity from lack of sleep. I started downstairs, and found my mom staring into the fridge. It was idiosyncratic of her to scream at the stupidest and smallest things. I acted venerable, and with effulgence, asked her what was wrong. The aphorism she made felt like an encroachment towards me. Enmity filled my soul. Even though we were quite opulent, she couldn't inviegle me to believe it but, someone ate the last pudding cup!

*Note to reader: If you don't know what the underlined words mean, I dont know either...they are my english vocab. words