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Self Improvement. Various topics. Classic Authors. Fifth grade is for kids. Twelfth grade is for kids, too. When you are 18, you will be in twelfth grade. You will still be a kid. You will be a kid for eight more years. Seven is a kid. She said she was seven and a half. Jerry was looking at a map. It was a map of the world. The map showed many countries. It showed all the countries in the world.
All the countries were different colors. There were red countries, green countries, and blue countries. Jerry pointed at one country. Is it on fire?
Did someone paint the ground red? Does it have a lot of tomatoes? It was a green country. Does it have a lot of grass? Did someone paint the ground green? It was a blue country. Is it full of blue water? Does it have a lot of bluebirds? Did someone paint the ground blue? His daddy said, «No, the colors make the map pretty.
A man has a big garden around his house. An old dog comes to his garden. The dog looks at the man and then lies down next to him. When the man stands up and walks to the house, the dog walks behind him. When they are inside, the dog jumps on the sofa, closes his eyes and sleeps for one hour.
Then he wakes up and walks to the door. The man lets the dog out. The next day the dog comes again. He jumps on the sofa and sleeps for an hour. This is happening every day for three weeks.
The man wants to know why the dog comes to his house. The next day the dog comes with a different piece of paper on his collar. He needs some quite place to relax. Can I come with him tomorrow? One day at school Harry pushed Scott. Scott pushed Harry back. Harry punched Scott in the face. Scott went home with a bruise on his face. He had a red bruise on his face. His mom said, «Who did this to you? Who hit you? I hope you hit him back.
You must not be a chicken. His dad told him to punch Harry next time. Scott went to school the next day. Harry pushed him to the floor.
Scott got up and punched Harry in the face. Harry fell down. His nose was bleeding. A teacher walked by. He picked up Harry off the floor. Charley wanted to drive the car. Charley followed his dad out to the car. Charley got into the car. His dad walked around the car. He opened the passenger door. He sat next to Charley.
He gave Charley the key. Charley put the key into the ignition. Charley turned the key. The car started. Charley was so excited.
He turned the steering wheel left. He turned the steering wheel right. Left, right, left, right. He honked the horn. He honked the horn again. He turned on the left blinker. He turned on the right blinker. He asked, «Am I a good driver, Dad? Jones was old. She walked fast. She had black hair. Her back was straight. All the students liked Mrs. They especially liked her on Friday.
On Friday she brought cookies to class. She gave cookies to all the students. The cookies were delicious. All the students liked the cookies. All the students ate the cookies. Today was Friday. Jones gave cookies to all the students. All the students said thank you. Then they ate the cookies. I will share it at home with my sister. The little girl was thirsty. She wanted something to drink. She opened the refrigerator. She looked inside. She saw milk. She saw soda. She saw orange juice.
She saw beer. She wondered what beer tasted like. Her daddy drank beer every day. Beer must be good. If Daddy likes it, it must taste good.
She grabbed a can of beer. She opened the beer. She smelled it. She swallowed some. The beer was horrible. How could Daddy drink that stuff? She put the can back into the refrigerator. Daddy could finish it when he got home. She grabbed the milk.
She poured some into a glass. She added chocolate syrup to the milk. She stirred the milk. Now she had chocolate milk. She loved chocolate milk. Poor Daddy, she thought. He likes beer more than chocolate milk. She likes magazines. She likes to look at the pretty photos. Magazines have photos of people. They have photos of animals. They have photos of clothes. They have photos of food. She sees a photo of a hamburger.
It looks so delicious. The photo of the hamburger makes her hungry. She goes to the refrigerator. She opens it. She wants a hamburger. But there is no hamburger in the refrigerator.
But she is a little kid. A hamburger place is not like a pizza parlor. A pizza parlor delivers. Her mom was at work. She would have to wait until mom came home. She sat down again. She turned the page. There was a photo of chocolate ice cream.
The ice cream was in a cone. Oh, what a beautiful photo. She licked her lips. It looked so delicious. Mom, please come home soon, she thought. Laura is my best friend.
We are in the third grade. We do everything together. We walk to school together. We eat lunch together at school. My mother gives me peanut butter sandwiches for lunch. We share our sandwiches with each other. Sometimes Laura gets apples for lunch. Sometimes I get peaches. We share our fruit with each other. We help each other with our homework. She helps me with history. I help her with arithmetic.
We spend the weekends together. Her parents invite me to their house, or my parents invite her to our house. We sleep over. I spend the night at her house, or she spends the night at my house.
We talk about everything. We talk about our brothers. They are so silly. We talk about our teachers and our parents. We love them. We talk about the boys in class. Why in the world do some girls like boys? School starts at in the morning. His mom woke him up at He yawned and got out of bed.
He got dressed. He ate breakfast. He ate a bowl of cereal for breakfast. His favorite cereal was Cheerios. He also ate a banana. Bananas are yellow outside and white inside.
He drank a glass of orange juice. Oranges are orange outside and orange inside. He ate a piece of toast with butter on it. Brown toast, yellow butter. He drank a glass of milk. Then he brushed his teeth. He kissed his mom goodbye. He walked outside to the school bus stop. It was two blocks away. He met his friend Bobby. They talked while they waited for the bus. The bus arrived. He said hello to the bus driver. He and Bobby sat together on the bus.
They talked about baseball. The bus ride took 20 minutes. They got to school at The bus driver said, «Have fun in school. The two brothers loved each other. But sometimes they argued with each other. Sometimes they yelled at each other. Sometimes they pushed each other. Sometimes they hit each other. Sometimes they got into a fight with each other. Bobby was the older brother. Billy was the younger brother. Bobby was older than Billy. Billy was younger than Bobby. Bobby climbed into a tree.
His kite was in the tree. He could not reach his kite. He fell out of the tree. Billy laughed. He laughed when he saw Bobby fall to the ground. Bobby was not hurt.
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