The Mysterious WorldA Story by Anna HopkinsA lovely story I began when I was in fifth grade.The Mysterious World Chapter One: Out Of The School It all Happened when we were at school. My sister is visiting for some kind of 5th grade - 3rd grade Project. Shes working with me. She says the ducks bill should be long but I want it short. Suddenly, the ground started shaking, "earthquake!" My sister shouted but no one seemed to notice exept us two. "Dont fool around!" said my sisters teacher. "theres no earth-" the teacher who started to say when the earthquake stopped. I will tell you right now that the teacher stopped speaking beacause she was too shocked to speak and she started pointing out the window. I had to look. my sister looked then three other students looked and then 43 others looked. and why they looked was because a huge black ball made of clouds and lightning sat outside the window. Some creepy monsters popped out of the ball and grabbed my sister and took her into the ball. Two more black monsters came out and grabbed me! I saw only my sisters face, weeping, and then she shown her hand to me and I grabbed it. We stayed like this for about a minute or so and then I fainted. Chapter Two: Mazez and Monsters When I woke up, I was laying in a desert with my sister shaking me and yelling, "Wake up!" "What?" I asked. I was dazed and bored. "Where are we?" "I dont know, but it looks really fun." My sister said as she started dancing around me, "Cmon!" She said. I got up and took a big breath. I was freezing. "Why is it so cold?" I asked, "ask Mr. miget bunny!" She said, laughing. I looked and saw a maze with a very skinny bunny next to it. Im sorry if Im interrupting, but I forgot to tell our names. Im Julie and shes Ashey. "AND NO CALLING ME MR. MIGET BUNNY!" shouted the bunny. © 2009 Anna HopkinsAuthor's Note
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Added on March 25, 2009 AuthorAnna HopkinsUTAboutI guess you could say, it all started in third grade. I didn't know I apparently had a talent, so when we were asked to write a story, or a poem, or god-knows-what, I went up first, always a big fan o.. more..Writing
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