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Nathan Curtis

Test of Bravery

Running through the woods, dodging tree by tree,
unaware of how many were behind me.
I stopped to check,
but all I could hear was my heart, thumping against my chest.
I started up again, weaving through the brush,
then I tripped and landed in a pile of mush.
I got up and ran on, still holding what put me here in the first place,
It wasn't worth it now, it was all just a waste.
So I dropped the snickers, into some prickers.
And jumped into a stream, which brought me to a river,
I swam to a beach, when I felt a shiver .
I looked behind me to see my friend, holding the snickers,
that I dropped into the prickers.
And behind my friend, I could see them,
looking at me, and then back at him.
He opened the snickers,
and took a bite.
then all I saw,
was a few bright lights.
The two lights were straight across from each other,
I don’t know how I can explain this to my mother.
So I jumped into the river,
and swam to my friend.
I climbed up the beach,
grabbing him was just out of reach.
The tires squealed to a stop,
out came a cop.
The snickers was in his hands,
so I ran into the night,
when I looked back I saw the law.
They were turning right.
Why are they turning, can’t they see me?
I soon found out why, they wanted my friend.
They thought the snickers was taken by him.
So I grabbed my bike, and rode full speed.
I caught up to my friend and he ran along side me
I ghost rid my bike into a tree,
and we scaled that tree before they could see.
They stopped for a moment,
and eventually left.
Then we climbed back down,
regretting our theft.

Test of Bravery

Running through the woods, dodging tree by tree,
unaware of how many were behind me.
I stopped to check,
but all I could hear was my heart, thumping against my chest.
I started up again, weaving through the brush,
then I tripped and landed in a pile of mush.
I got up and ran on, still holding what put me here in the first place,
It wasn't worth it now, it was all just a waste.
So I dropped the snickers, into some prickers.
And jumped into a stream, which brought me to a river,
I swam to a beach, when I felt a shiver .
I looked behind me to see my friend, holding the snickers,
that I dropped into the prickers.
And behind my friend, I could see them,
looking at me, and then back at him.
He opened the snickers,
and took a bite.
then all I saw,
was a few bright lights.
The two lights were straight across from each other,
I don’t know how I can explain this to my mother.
So I jumped into the river,
and swam to my friend.
I climbed up the beach,
grabbing him was just out of reach.
The tires squealed to a stop,
out came a cop.
The snickers was in his hands,
so I ran into the night,
when I looked back I saw the law.
They were turning right.
Why are they turning, can’t they see me?
I soon found out why, they wanted my friend.
They thought the snickers was taken by him.
So I grabbed my bike, and rode full speed.
I caught up to my friend and he ran along side me
I ghost rid my bike into a tree,
and we scaled that tree before they could see.
They stopped for a moment,
and eventually left.
Then we climbed back down,
regretting our theft.

The Big Game

We went into the game rested and ready, but not ready enough. We had just come out of a 3-0 win against Putney so we were fired-up. We didn’t let our guard down like you may have expected, our offense wasn’t as capable as usual.
Our team isn’t known for comebacks, so we try to score early on and stay on top. From the beginning to the end our defense held up wonderfully. Only once did the other team come close to scoring. Our goalie got knocked over and lost control of the ball. They kicked it, it bounced off the first post then went in, but the referee called a foul. We went into overtime, then double overtime, without a score.
After both over times we went into penalty kicks. We won the toss and went first. The ball was kicked, a miss, over the top. I knew we weren’t ready for this. Now it’s their turn. They slammed it at our goalies hands, it sailed through and into the goal. Our turn again. The kick was and went straight to the goalie. Their up. The kick sailed to the far right, too fast for our goalie to react. They're up, 2-0. Our next shot sailed to the far right corner. Their next kick blew by our goalie. It was over in 3 kicks.
We have lost to Charlestown 2 years in a row. The only thing I regret is not asking to take a p-k. I might not have made it, but I would have tried my hardest. Our great game into a big 3-0 loss.

Annoying Mannerisms

My classmates have the most annoying mannerisms ever. One of them has a really bad laugh, states the obvious, copies people right after they say something, and agrees with everybody. Another one bites his fingernails, but that isn’t the bad part. He spits them at me all of the time.
Anything funny will make the one of them open his mouth really wide and snort. He likes to say stuff that people already know. He says something that you just said because he doesn’t pay attention to anyone when they’re talking. He avoids conflict by agreeing with everyone and saying “I know”, or “you’re right”.
One of my other classmates bites his nails and spits them at you. I don’t mind him biting his nails, but when he spits them at you it’s disgusting. The only other thing I hate that he does is he says things other people say. He doesn’t say it right after like my other friend, but it’s annoying and I hate it. If someone says something that he thinks is funny, then he says it, way too much, but just for a little while until he forgets.
Other kids in my class that I don’t know well have some mannerisms too, but they’re not as annoying. One of them uses his hand to gesture when he talks. If he is holding anything he throws it by accident. Another one used to sing and everybody hated it. Some of them say stupid things and are really mean without thinking before they talk. But most of them crack their fingers, say weird things, have weird laughs, or just stuff like that.
I’m sure I have some annoying mannerisms too, but I don’t know them, and I bet everyone is annoyed by them. I hate annoying mannerisms and wish no one had them.

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