100 WC week 8

                                                                  .Goggles.

"Tara!" Maggie yelled.
Have you seen my green goggles? Swimming is in half an hour, and I can't go without them.

"Well," Tara started, I think I saw mom with them in her purse when she went to go get gas.

"No, I saw that to, it was just her green dancer card" Maggie replied back.

"There most likely to be in your bag!" Tara yelled back.

Maggie reached into her bag, and tryed to feel the goggles.

"There not here!" Maggie whined.

She slumped down in the couch where Tara was watching The Walking Dead.

"Ugh Tara, how do you watch this stuff?"

Right when Tara turned to reply, she saw in obviousness what Maggie was looking for. She yanked them off her head and said "found them, ya dummy" showing Maggie the goggles in her hand.

100 WC week 7

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                                                         The things that could save me



Hugging my knees, shivering as the cool wind ran up my back.
"I need to get it, It's the only thing keeping me going" I thought as the silent reading room to step on the air horn loud creaks in the floor. When I reached the bottom of the stairs I finally found what could save me. "Finally" I said with gleam in my eyes. The door opened and there it was, the only thing that could keep me going... food.

100 WC week 6

                                                                      Rey

Willow, and her friend Melissa had just got to Willows house from school. As Willow shut the door behind her she was shocked to see her brother Rey crying. She turned him around only to see a black eye.
"Who did this to you Rey?" Willow asked in a concerned voice.
"If I tell you" Rey started, "A girl will come to our house and take all my toys."
Willow looked shocked, and at angry at the same time.
"Tell me Rey" Willow said again.
Then right when Rey opened his mouth to say something Melissa run out the door into the forest as fast as she could.
"Melissa" Rey answered.

100 WC week 5

                                                           Willow


The clock struck 8:00 as I put my daughter Willow to sleep. Silence... nothing but it, it swept across the house like  the darkness when you turn off a light.
"Time to rest now" I said to myself looking at my 2000 calendar.
7:45...
Hearing her cry is a nightly routine as a mom. Half asleep down to the end of the hall, opening the door to Willow's room. Though when the red, hot flames practically stroked her crib my face was nothing but terrified. Pulling her out of the crib, the flames ate up the room. I could already see the winged fireman waiting for us. With no other choice I gave Willow to the fireman. I'm glad I could save her, but I wasn't so lucky.