Christmas.....Maybe? Totally!

I crept downstairs to the family room on Christmas Morning, making sure not to step on the creaky stairs. I passed by my cat, Churro, who started.....roaring. When I got to the family room, my family was there waiting for me. I opened one of my presents.... and inside was a tornado!!! I cried out in terror as I was sucked into the dark, black expanses of nothingness.

My eyes shot open, heart pounding, face wet with tears. I wearily sat up to make sure my room was still there. It was Christmas Day, a regular Christmas Day. Churro was laying at the end of my bed, softly mewing, not roaring. I relaxed a little, enough to get out of bed.

I walked downstairs, not caring where I stepped. My mom was in the kitchen, making breakfast. I was tempted by the smell of pancakes, so I grabbed a plateful and plopped down into a chair. Snow was falling outside, covering everything in a thick blanket of white. Suddenly this felt like a very normal Christmas, like nothing could go wrong.

My little brother was already in the family room, along with my dad. I finished my breakfast and joined everyone to open presents. My brother opened his presents, then I started ripping the wrapping paper off of one of mine. I took a deep breath and slowly opened the flap of the box. And inside was a...... whirlpool! Just kidding. Inside was the cutest little puppy that ever existed.

"What are you going to name her?" My brother asked.

"Daisy. I'll call her Daisy," I said, staring into the puppy's pleading eyes. "Because she's perfect and sweet just like a daisy."

Snow

A blanket of white covers the ground
clinging to streetlights and buildings
falling from rooftops and trees
landing on people's heads and feet.

Now the tiny white crystals
are coming down once again
children laughing and playing
adults watching and shoveling.

Snowmen popping up everywhere
sleds and tubes racing to and fro
everyone in a jolly mood
wishes for more snow in the air.

We're in a winter wonderland,
with hopes that the holidays
will finally be here.

The College Guy who Wanted to Drop Out of College

     BEEP! BEEP!BEEP! Tim's alarm clock went off. It's not like he really needed it though, what with his roommate snoring away in the lower bunk. That idiot Bob could sleep through a hurricane and a tornado thunderstorm, while Tim would wake up from just a little mouse scurrying along the floor. Although, with the condition of the college, there probably would be mice hiding in the damp corners of the walls.

           This was basically why Tim hated this college: boring classes, no great opportunities, a disgusting room, and a roommate he couldn't stand. Tim took a glance at Bob, who was still snoozing like there was no tomorrow, and who never seemed to get up before 3 in the afternoon. Tim rolled his eyes and went to get ready for his first class.

           At 3 pm, after class, Tim started seriously thinking about dropping out of college, good idea or not.   He walked over to his friend, Jerry, who was having a conversation with the snack bar dude, Chad. Apparently they were having a debate on  whether or not cheese would taste good dipped in chocolate and rolled in sprinkles.

           Chad thought it would be a great addition to his menu; Jerry thought it would be unhealthy and just make everyone fat. Tim had been listening the whole time, and had completely forgotten about dropping out of college. He got in on the conversation, and in the end everyone decided that cheese dipped in chocolate and rolled in sprinkles would not be a good idea.

           Tim was about to say something, when a police siren rang out in the distance. Everyone inside started pouring out of the living quarters, and the rest just began panicking. Tim stared at the dorm room building and saw some doofus boys leaning out a window. But he looked closer, and saw a bright reddish-orange glow. The building was on fire!
           Almost immediately after that, Tim heard more sirens and saw flashing lights coming closer. all of a sudden, firemen jumped out of their trucks to calm the fire. It took a while, but finally they were able to reduce the flaming building to a smoldering pile of ash and rock.

           The last of the ambulances had just left, and Tim had thought of something: he was going to drop out, and now since his dorm was gone, he had no place to live! Well, moving back in with his parents was a possibility........No. Tim wouldn't drop out. He needed a job, and money. He needed this education, even if his roommate was a lunatic. By the way, where was Bob?

Creative Writing Piece

             I heard rustling down the hall, rousing me from my deep and peaceful sleep. All of a sudden it stopped, so I was able to doze off. But a few minutes later, the sound came again. I freaked out a little, considering the fact that we have had mice in our house in the past. I turned to my side to wake up my husband, but my hand pressed down on nothing except pillows and blankets.

  I had just found out about his decoy, thinking all this time that the mass of pillows had been my husband covered in a blanket. I was steamed, because that meant he hadn't been watching the movie with me. So I decided to track him down, then chew him out for pulling something like that on me.

  After equipping myself with a flashlight, I headed downstairs, which was where the noise was coming from. I followed the sound to the dining room, where I saw a dark figure huddled under the table. I flipped the light switch, and to my surprise, it wasn't mice at all. There, stuffing his face with chips, was my idiot husband.

  "Mark!!!" I screamed. "Are you crazy? It's four o'clock in the morning! What do you think you're doing?!" Mark struggled to answer all my questions, and I would have enjoyed the bewildered look on his face if he wasn’t the one who had committed the crime.

"Um, well, you see Carol, I uhhh….. Well, let's just say I needed my junk food fix,” he responded. My eyes burned through the guilty look on his face.

“You faked sleeping just to eat junk food?!?!?!?! I seethed through clenched teeth. “I thought you were watching the movie with me! How could you do this to me, Mark? How?” I shook my head and dragged myself upstairs, feeling deceived.

I sighed and got into bed, thinking about whether what just happened was actually real or just a dream. After what seemed like days, I finally fell into a broken and fitful sleep.