Gizmo the Chihuahua

Gizmo is my little boy chihuahua. He is from Arizona and we’ve had him for a year or so now. My parents had to go down to Boston to pick him up from the airport. He was quite and secluded at first, but I think that was mostly due to the stuff they gave him so that he wouldn’t get scared on the plane.

For the first couple of weeks that we had him, I didn’t hear him bark even once. Once we hit the third week I heard him bark and it was the cutest sound that I had ever heard. He was getting more energetic since then.

The first winter since he came here we were at my Uncle Shane’s house and the ground was icy outside. I took Gizmo to the door because we were leaving and when he walked down the steps onto the slippery ice, he looked like Bambi when he slid on the ice in the movie. It’s so funny. When he heard me laughing from behind him, he tried running to my and fell some more until he got to me. 

I chased him down my road for and hour and a half. Then it took me 20 minutes to get him back to my house. He’s a really cool dog. I love him.

My Life Story

This is the story of my life. I Danielle Dawn Leigh was born on April 1, 1996. In the Rockland Hospital.  I was born early, but not too early, my due date was April 10, 1996. When I was born My parents were teenagers. My mom was 18 and my dad was 17. He would be 18 on May 29. The first relative to visit me in the hospital was my great grandpa Hanus (Han-is). He got a card for me. He and my mom were very very close. When he got back down to the lobby after seeing me he went into Cardiac Arrest. The doctors took him and started working on him. My mom found out what happened. They worked on him ‘till it was 12:01 PM. Then announced him dead. My mom got upset and said ‘If you couldn’t do anything for him then you cant do any thing for me.’ Then she took me and wen out of the hospital and drove home with my dad.

When I was 1 and 5 months (17 months) old, my sister was born, my parents named her Sierra Paige. I got to hold her, she was so cute. She red hair and blue eyes. She was pretty big. Because she was born very late. Her due date was October 11, 1997.  But she wouldn’t come out, then on October 31st the doctors said that they could get her to come out. But my mom said no because she didn’t want to ruin the first halloween that I was able to go trick-or-treating. She and my grammy had made me a costume. I was a princess. So Sierra was born on November 3, 1997.

When I was 3 and 4 months (40 months) old, my brother was born, they named him Jason Wayne. Me and Sierra go to hold him. Only I remember it more. He was so tiny. He was born prematurely and it was a miracle that he survived. He was born on July 6, 1999.

When I was 3 nearly 4 I went with my Nana (my fathers mother) and my cousins Shena, Dylan, Amber, Jeff, and Zachary and we went hiking.  Up a mountain I think it was called Spruce Mountain. It is a mountain that is actually two mountains. I’ve been hiking with her ever since.

At the age of 4 I was living in some place like Rockland Hights and a new family moved in next store. It turns out that she and my mother knew each other. The family who move next store had kids. I was happy. A boy named Zachary and a little baby girl, named Emily. I played with Zachary. He gave me my first bike ride.

I went to preschool in Union with my cousin Matthew. He is two months and 5 day’s younger than me. My teacher’s names were Barbara and Sue. I made lots of friends.

I moved to Chelsea next to my cousin Shena and went to school there for Kindergarden and 1st grade. I learned cursive, Spanish, and French, all in Kindergarden. It was really fun there.

I move to Washington next to my cousins Matthew, Ashley, and Sean, and my friends Caity, Cory, and Caleb Bixby, and went to Presscot Memorial School for 2nd grade. They wouldn’t let me write in cursive there because none of the other kids knew how to.

I moved to Palermo in 3rd grade and have been here ever since. I like it here. But, I miss my friends from Chelsea and Washington. But, I like all my new friends here. 

Essay 3

Danielle

Essay 3

ELA 8th Grade

If there was a mouse in my house this evening, It would scurry down the hall and and look around the rooms and see: My mother cooking in the kitchen. My sister listening to her ipod touch, dancing around, or she would be doing her homework, hopefully. My little brother would be outside on his mini three-wheeler driving around in circles, doing doughnuts and fishtails. My dad would be outside in the shop, working on stuff and I would be in the my bedroom on the computer or outside under the big oak tree reading or doing my homework if I have any that I didn’t finish.

After my sister finishes her homework or stop listing to her ipod she would outside and to the the club. Jason would follow and so would I. We would enter the club and the mouse would follow. We would do our secret hand shake and and Jason would get the Bunny. He’s like our mascot. Sierra named him BobbyJack.

We’d sit down on our chairs, my chair is a little different, more decorative, I’m the president, and I wanted to have something to show that I was the Prez. We would talk about our first official order of business. Later on our mother and father would bring out our food and Jason would climb down and get it.

After the meeting, we would head inside and bring our plates with us and go to bed. I would set my alarm for five and go to sleep.

Ralph the Mouse

Danielle

Essay 3

ELA 8th Grade

If there was a mouse in my house this evening, it would be named Ralph. If it ran down the hall and and looked around the rooms it would see in my living room our white walls, with the light overhead. The computers in the corners, the T.V. in the front of the room against the wall. The Coffee Table would be in the middle of the room, the front door witch we use rarely, an island table in the middle of the kitchen-oh no a cat!!!

The  cat would chase after Ralph and try to get him. If the cat (Raphael) failed he would go for back up. While Ralph hid in the the cabinet in our hallway in between a can of Spaghetti O’s and a can of Corn. Ralph would try and think of a way out, without rousing the cats.

Meanwhile, the would have got its backup, Cinnamon Boots and Sheba, it would return to the cabinet in the hallway. For they had thought up a plan to.             They would send Sheba in, she’s a very ambitious kitten, to gain a little trust from the mouse. The pounce on it and call in the cats, with a small meow.

  I was surprised when I saw this oh so very surprised. The cats came in, but Ralph was smarter, he escaped. He knew what they were gonna do from the beginning. He planned everything out. He ran as soon as they came. He lived. Hooray!!!

A car pulled into the drive way. We had arrived. He scurried out side and we kept him as a pet in a little tank and feed him, where Ralph constantly taunted the cats on how he got away.

Phase Autobiography "Week in a Wheelchair"

Overreaction. The summer before my fifth grade year in school, I was waited on hand and foot by my parents, grandparents, Aunts and Uncles, although it was not that big a deal. I even had a bell that I would ring if I needed anything. I learned to be responsible and I learned to be careful of your surroundings. Also, that I’m very lucky that I have such a caring family. Even if it may not seem so sometimes.

It all started when I went to my camp in West Gardiner, by Cobbosseecontee Lake. I went with my sister Sierra, cousin Ashley Leigh, and my Nana, Wanda Mansir. I had been in a bad mood saying that my parents don’t care for me, because they had treated Jason like a little angel giving hime what he wanted, while I was working hard doing my chores getting nothing. My parents, and other people with them, were in Augusta, Gardiner, Camden, and other places, running errands. Like going shopping for the upcoming birthday party.

Sierra, Ashley, and I were all excited about going to the camp. We hadn’t been there for two weeks. We were practically bouncing out of our seats as we turned the corner on the dirt road to the camp. When the car stopped we jumped out of the car and got into our swimsuits and were in or near the water within’ 5 minutes. I was on the dock and was going to kayak, but I hadn’t put my lifejacket on yet.

Sierra and Ashley yelled to me. They wanted me to swim with them, and they dared me to jump off the dock. I jumped off the dock and as my feet hit the ground I felt a little sting, but I thought that was just do to the fact that I had jumped of feet first. I started to walk over to them, but my foot was still a little sore. I looked behind me and saw a trail of blood in the water. I panicked and looked at my foot. There was a huge cut between my first and second toes. I screamed and ran onto the land. My sister and Ashley following. My Nana came out of the camp and started asking me what’s wrong.

I was still crying and screaming, but my Nana got me to quiet down and I told her what had happened. She put a towel on the front seat and I got in, still wet, and in my swimsuit. She got Sierra and Ashley in the back of the car and me in the front and hurriedly rushed me to the clinic. When we got there we did not have to wait. My doctor, Dr. Miller, was in and didn’t have an appointment coming up for a little while. So I went in and got my foot cleaned. Then to stitch it they numbed it, sticking a needle in the cut. Worst feeling ever. Then they stitched it.

Three days later, I had been at my cousins house everyday, I got a wheelchair. My parents had been carrying me. I was so happy, now that they didn’t have to anymore. Cause my dad had hurt his back a little while ago, and he wasn’t supposed to lift over 20 lbs so I felt bad. I had weighed 60 lbs at the time. It was also very fun to ride in the wheelchair. I loved it.

As the weeks passed, oh so slowly, by I was growing board. My parents had been too overprotective, and I can say this because I was almost never left by myself. Although, it was fun to be able to play the computer at my cousins house all day. I played Oregon Trail. I had a bell that I would ring if I ever needed anything, I was being waited on hand and foot. My parents cared about me sooo much, apparently, now that I have my foot cut, is what I thought.

One day, my cousin Shèna Collins came over to visit, and I wanted to leave the house for once so I asked Shèna if she could bring me shopping. She was sixteen. So we went to Claire’s and Deb’s and even Wal★Mart. When we were in Wal★Mart I got to ride in the wheelchair shopping carts. We bought some stuff.

The two weeks were up, and I was heading to Sheepscott Valley Clinic to get my stitches taken out. We got there and I was able to press the wheelchair buttons, I had thought that was fun. After waiting for around fifteen minutes, I was taken in and the stitches taken out. It tickled when they were taken out. That was the sixth time I had gotten stitches since I was born. Later on I realized that my parents always care about me, and that they had to tell me no when I did something bad. Also, I realized that the reason why they had treated me like that, was because they had told me numerous time that I was supposed to feed Kiera, Daisy, Maya, and all the other animals every day. Not every four days. Except for Lou, our snake, and Kiki, our Leopard Gecko.

THE END

Tears Along The Way

They bowed their heads in misery

As they walked that dreadful trail so long

Their eyes swollen and red

While they sing a prayerful song

Their fingers turning black

And cold

As they sing a song

Of old

They children no longer laugh

They elders spend their day

Walking ‘long the path

As they try and pray

The family cries

As the mother passes ‘way

The father dies

As the children pray

They feel the pain

At their core

In their souls for their bodies

Can feel no more

Every day ‘bout 14 die

The elders sing

And the families cry

They say the wound will heal

When peace arrives

The animals of the forest

Now feel sorrow in their hearts

The pain of the Indians

Whom lye dead in the carts

The suffering ends

on fateful day

as they birds sing

and deer pray

The end is then

But not without loss

nearly 4,000 died

Without making it across

The tears shed along the way

Will never be forgotten

Not even to this day

End