An ant fell from a tree, on top of a very confused mole, who also thought it would make good food for her babies. As she carried it over to her burrow, a wise, barn owl saw her and shook his head. Why did she even bother hunting for those small, insignificant, not very meaty ants when just over the hill, at the big, square, red nest, there were enough juicy rats to last a fledgling a lifetime? He swooped down to tell her about it. When she heard, she thanked the owl and her and the babies moved right away. The owl helped them, carrying some of the petite, doll-sized bags. Upon arriving, they saw a young girl, about twelve years old struggling to pack to go to summer camp, unlike the moles, who had just moved for their whole lives.
Summer camp! The very thought of it makes me want to throw up! All this packing and packing and packing! Ugh! Lying down on my bed, I stare up the sky light. I look at the stars, each twinkling one at a time. I wonder if stars ever had to leave for summer camp. Not long after, I have drifted into Sleep world. I dream about yellow buses, llamas, and balloons, and a summer camp for stars. The whole thing was about as silly as the gum commercial that kept playing in my head. Before I know it, I’m being shoved onto the summer camp bus with some bacon in my right hand, and my bags in my left. The four-hour bus ride goes very quickly when you are sleeping. The bus lurched to a stop. That was when I chose to wake up. As we got out, everyone started to soak in the surrounding area, starting with the creaky, hanging wooden sign. The camp is called Your Place to Become a Space Ace. I honestly thought that the name was as trash as the camp looked. It was made half of wood and the other half was duct tape. There was no town in sight. My cabin was no better. There was a grass floor with dirty wooden bunk beds. At least the activities were all going to be tomorrow. Sighing, I slumped down on my horrid excuse for a bunk bed.
The moles weren’t having a very good time either. They had just figured out that they couldn’t eat rats! They told the owl that this was all a waste of time. The owl said," What a pity. You didn’t see any of the property or restaurants.” “On second thought, we’ll stay” said Ms. Mole.
My horrid excuse for a bunk bed could not even contain me. The moment I flopped down on it; the bed collapsed on top of (guess who) me! Three hours later, I found myself in a hospital getting my ankle examined. Who knew! There was a nearest hospital, but not a nearest town? “The camp director came a couple of minutes ago and told me that you are going to have to go back to your house,” said the doctor. “Because of my foot?” “No,” he replied “their check bounced.” “What!” “Moreover” said the doctor, “ You have to get a babysitter! Your parents went to Greece for their anniversary!”
The moist, green, peaceful grass sighed, happy due to its break from the heavy, noisy children. The vacant, dull, classrooms would have overwhelmed a decorator. The dark, empty halls led to the cold, children-filled auditorium. Sweaty, terrified kids were giving lengthy, dull speeches on a podium in the microphones. A bored audience sat on creaky, gray, metal stools whispering silently or secretly playing video games, which they hid from the teachers. Briinngg! The intermission bell!
For intermission, all the students could get flowers for the speakers. It was a gift to show that the other students appreciated all the hours that we had spent in the speech workshop. I loved speech workshop. I made graphic tees, cupcakes, keychains, and more stuff for the kids and teachers who were involved. I loved the clicking sound as I wrote my speech on my tablet. Last Monday was Labor Day, so no one could enter the school. Which meant no speech workshop. Anyway, me and my friend Marcy both got flowers for each other. But Marcy was hesitant to hand me her flowers. You see, Marcy was running for treasurer, too. Soon after, it was time to return to the sweaty seats. My speech was the first after intermission. I could tell that the crowd loved my speech. The bored teachers' eyes were glued on me. The sneaky students looked up from their games and talking. Boris the custodian even woke up from his nap! Before I knew it, my speech was ending. It ended like this; “Vote a K-E-I-S-H-A, for your treasurer, today!” Everyone was cheering and clapping. Everyone except Marcy. Instead, she rose to her feet and said, “She stole my speech!” Everyone’s heads cocked from me to her. The principal called a time out and ushered everyone outside. I looked like I had just been stung by a shocking eel. Marcy’s eyes bore a hole right through my skull. Our principal came over to us and asked Marcy to show him her speech notebook. She presented it to him and sure enough, all the work was there! Plus, I recognized that work. It was mine! From last month Friday (when speech workshop started) to last week on Wednesday (when it ended). Every single day of the week was there! Then, the principal asked for my speech notebook. I told him that I didn’t have one. Mine was my tablet on the counter at home! “Wait”, I said to Marcy, “this doesn’t look right. You could have easily just copied all of my work whenever I go to the printer to help the little kids print stuff!” “No, I bet that you steal my work!” “Wait.” I said just noticing something on her notebook. “If you didn’t copy, why is there work under last Monday?” I asked. “We weren’t at school that day and our notebooks always stay at school.” “I didn’t think to not add work under Monday,” said Marcy, defeated. She went and apologized to the principal. She was disqualified, and the speeches continued. Then, we voted. Later in the day, as I was walking out, the good news came. “Students, the new offices are Linda Sherman, your new president, Kyle Cougar, first vice president, Liam Murphy, second vice president, Genevieve Malott, secretary, and Keisha Williams, treasurer. That was my day, diary. You never tell me about yours!
The green, soft grass blankets the barren ground underneath. A lone hummingbird sits on a tree flapping its wings at a scared squirrel. The wind whips through the trees, causing an eerie echo as it goes. The evergreen trees were standing tall, like a distinguished soldier going to battle. The soft petals of a chrysanthemum landed gently on top of a confused butterfly who had been staring at the nearby neighborhood. Most of their ready for battle buildings in this neighborhood were cream colored with pretty verandahs. There was a movie theatre, a bowling alley, a school, tennis courts, and other recreational stops. The sunshine revealed a stray rabbit whose fur admitted glistening beads of perspiration. He jumped on a colony of ants, who began to scatter in all random places. Not far away from this town was a deep crevice with a magnificent waterfall, whose pitter-pattering pattered right on top of a block of fungi. Whoops and hollers arose from two houses not too far apart in the village.
“Yes!” I cry over my walkie-talkie to my friend Lara. We were completing level fifteen of Holetown on our Gameboys. “I got in, did you?”
“No, but I found a way in. Okay, now I am in. I took the dungeon hole. The one that’s supposed to be full of lost treasure!”
“Oh, Lara. Don’t you know anything about this game? The dungeon hole is the one that leads to the snake pits. You must go through the ice hole, the deep-sea hole, and the jungle hole to get back to where I am!”
Rinnnnnnnnng! “My phone’s ringing. Let me get it.” “Hello, is the number 111-111-1234?” A scammer, I thought as I hung up. But as soon as I had put down the controller to pick up the phone, my brother had snuck into the room and, just as quietly, snuck out. I told Lara to stand by, for my brother had stolen my controller! When I finally caught up to the little brat and got my controller back, I asked why he did it.
“I need your help with my reading homework. It is too hard, and you were playing video games with Lara. So, I asked Ben to prank call you while I stole your controller.” He looked smug for a second and then took hold of my arm and tried to drag me to his room.
Now, you are wondering why my mom or dad did not just help him so that I did not have to. My parents both work the night shift at the hospital, so me and my brother are home alone. And me and my brother are supposed to help each other all the time. He helps me in the kitchen to make dinner, and in return, I help him with his homework. But this afternoon, he hadn’t helped me make dinner. So why should I help him with his homework? He had also played that nasty trick on me. But is my brother after all, what is the worst that could happen?
“Okay. Just this once, I’ll help you with your homework.” I let him drag me to his bedroom and went through with the whole ordeal of telling him to sit down and listen, explaining nouns and verbs, and yelling at him for picking his nose. He played all sorts of pranks on me while I did this; he rubbed onions in my face, made me sit on a Whooppee cushion and chewed the pencil I was using. However, he did not know that the fate of his homework was in my hands. Without speaking as he laughed at me, I stood up and left the room.
“Hey, where are you going? I’m not finished with my homework.” he whined. “You said you would help me!”
I walked to my room and locked the door. The airship picture on my door smiled at me as I walked across the room and picked up my walkie-talkie and controller.
“Lara, I’m back! How long was I gone?”
“Thank goodness you’re back. I didn’t want to start the mystery mush room hole without you. You were gone for an hour! That was enough time for me to complete the dungeon hole, the ice hole, the deep-sea hole, and the jungle hole.” We played for one more hour, until my parents got home.
When I got down, and had given my parents some dinner, my brother told them the hole- I'm sorry, whole- story, but in a way that made him stay in the good light and me in the bad light. Anyway, my parents didn’t believe him, so they asked me to tell the story my way. They believed me! They grounded him, and the best part was that Lara and I got to continue playing Holetown for the Hole night!
The kitchen is blacker than Gabriela’s cat Phantom. The yellow, bristly corn husks wait to be removed from the corn, to make tortillas. The cold, hard floor presses against the corn husks. The dirty, white aprons lay stretched out on the pegs. The pots, mortars, pestles and pans lay in the tub, to be washed when the Lupita and her helpers awake. In the far corner of the room, where the kitchen meets the sewing room, there are scraps of brightly colored fabrics waiting to be sewn into... Oh no! Ramona!
Phew! Ramona sleepwalked right by me. Today, I have almost no places to write and keep my bottle of ink, my quill, and my brass point, which were gifts from Senor Johnston. But Lupita drank a lot of wine, so she probably was in a deep sleep. Phantom is curled up on my lap as I write this. He seems very contented, so I don’t shoo him away. Today contained a lot of work for everyone. Senor Johnston left, but a man named Senor Luis came today. He bossed all the servants like he was the owner of the rancho. Also, Miguela was starting to like him! This was the one man I hoped that Miguela would not choose. If he became Miguela’s husband, life would be miserable for servants on the rancho! I had to stop him from marrying Miguela.
I could tell that Rafaela and Gabriela share my hostile feelings towards Senor Luis. While he treated Miguela like Ixchel, the moon goddess, he asked them to fetch him glasses of water. So, before lunch, I called Rafaela and Gabriela to a meeting in the courtyard to decide what to do so that Miguela would not like Senor Luis. “We could figure out his darkest secret and tell it to Miguela,” suggested Gabriela. “That would take too long, and we need to get rid of him today.” I had said. Rafaela then came up with a genius idea, the one we would use to get rid of Senor Luis
“Miguela hates snakes, and Senor Luis is getting her the biggest peonies you ever saw. So, if we put a snake in the bouquet, it will frighten Miguela and in her fury, she will throw Senor Luis out of the house.” “That’s brilliant!” exclaimed Gabriela. “Domingo is good with snakes. If we slip the snake some wine, it will most likely fall asleep for an hour.” I reply. “Now both of you have to go to lunch.”
I was with Domingo, and we crept into Senor Luis’s room with the drugged garden snake. Lunch was over and Lupita and the other cooks were getting ready for supper. We both knew, thanks to Gabriela, that he was giving her the bouquet before supper. We slipped the snake into the bouquet and made haste to leave the room. We passed him in the hall as he was getting ready to give the bouquet to Miguela.
What happened after was half terrifying, half funny. He gave the bouquet to Miguela, and the snake popped out. She screamed, threw the bouquet at him and threw him out of the house. I must get out of the kitchen and go to bed now, for I hear Lupita in the hallway!