Mabel's X-Ray Vision

Mabel was in second grade. In science, her teacher talked to her and her classmates about the parts of the body and how x-rays can let people see through their body and see their bones and muscles. Mabel thought that x-rays were cool. She knew just what she wanted for Christmas, x-ray vision. The week before Christmas, she made her wish list. Mabel’s wish list sid:
This is Mabel’s wish list:
1. X-Ray Vision
2. A new stuffed animal
3. A big pack of gym
4. A bag of skittles
5. For Santa to give me one of these things.

On Christmas Eve, she wished upon a star that she would get X-Ray Vision, and she did the next morning. She could see throough walls and doors, and skeletons were walking around. She wanted to make a good use of her power.
A week later at school, she saw a lonely girl walking outside in the hall way. She was walking kind of like she was blind, toughing walls and tring to feel her way through the hall. Suddenly, the bell rang. Time for lunch! She would not mind being a little late for lunch, so she walked over to the girl she had seen before and switched off her X-Ray Vision by pushing on a button by her foot.

She asked, “Are you blind?”

The girl answered, “Yes, my names is Julia.”

“Mine’s Mabel,” Mabel replied. “Can I help you?”

“Uh, sure, thanks.” Julia answered.

“Then it’s like that, they were friends, and Mabel helped out anyone with difficulties such as blindness or deafness.
She became kind woman when she grew up.

02/2011

Elizabeth Tilley's Dairy

Dear Dairy,

The minute I woke up at 5:00 a.m., My mom shouted my name, “Elizabeth! Eeeelizabeeeth! Elizabeth Tilley, get up right now!”

“But mom, the rooster isn’t up yet!” I yelled back at her.

“Cock-a- doodle-doooo!” I suddenly heard.

“Okay, okay fine I’m getting up,” I said, as I rolled my eyes. I rolled out of bed, slowly, and moved around to get used to being awake. The fire crackled, and the rooster kept “cockledoodledooing!” I coughed a bit, and rubbed my eyes, the smoke! I couldn’t stand it. Every day I would wake up and smell smoke, see smoke, and sometimes I could sort of feel it on me. It was like this since I was born! I am fourteen now, so I have waken up like this for 5,110 days. I went outside hastily , and took a deep breath of fresh air. It’s horrible inside the house. The smoke is always wafting around. I wish we had something to prevent the smoke from staying inside the house. It’s even bad for your health. I think my friend told me so. Oh yeah, and there is smoke in the house, because I’m pilgrim. I wish I was American Indian. They probably don’t do this.

“Elizabeth!” my mother shouted

“Coming, coming!” Ireplied, loudly, so she could hear.

I wonder how she can even stay in there for a minute. I alwys have to come out for a minute every 5 minutes.

I told myself “It’s okay. Just come back out in 5 minutes.” I went into the house with my mouth covered with my hands. Well, I’ve got a whole day of chores ahead of me.

-Elizabeth Tilley

01/2011