Iron Man 2

I watched Iron Man 2, and I think it is a great movie.  It is filled with lots of action and adventure.  Tony Stark tries to have world peace and his life is great, until he realizes something.  He is dying.  His blood gets more and more toxic every day.  Not only that, but he also against a man who is trying to kill him with the use of Tony’s own technology.  At first, the creepy crazy man, Ivan Vanko, is using strong electric wires and trying to kill him with them.  He gets thrown in jail for a while, but he gets out with the help of Justin Hammer. Justin Hammer is helping the villain, and hates iron man, but he acts innocent in public, and even runs his own company.  When things get too out of hand, Tony has to work with a military colonel.  They are a good team, but do they have what it takes to defeat Ivan Vanko?  And what about Tony’s blood toxicity?  You can find out what happens if you watch the movie.

Scuba Diving

My mom shouts, “Get ready to go to the pool!  Your uncle’s picking you up in five minutes!”

“Okay, Mom!” I yell back.

I am super excited to go swimming with my uncle!  My uncle lives in China, so I don’t get to see him often.  Also, I rarely go swimming.

I throw on a turquoise bathing suit.  I pack my extra clothes, a towel, and goggles.  The clock ticks 2:03.  My uncle still hasn’t arrived.  I am sitting on the floor in front of the clock by the front door.  My patience ticks with the clock.  I start to get anxious.  2:05.  The time is going so slowly.  When will he arrive?

“Mom?  When will he be here?” I ask.

“Just be patient.  He is stuck in traffic,” She answers.

“But Mom, I’m tired of waiting,” I groan.

“He’s almost here.  Just wait a couple more minutes.  I promise you he will be here by 2:15,” She tells me.

“It’s already 2:10 and he’s not here yet!” I yell with impatience.

“Angie”--she gives me the look-- “just be patient.”

“Fine,” I grumble.  I sit on the floor and stare at the clock again.  2:12.  I am not interested in doing anything else while I wait.  I should be there by now, and I’m still stuck staring at this stupid, slow-moving, so boring clock!  Why did there have to be traffic?!  I hate--Ding dong!

“Yaaaay!” I scream excitedly.

I run to the door to see if it’s my uncle.  It is!  I swing the door open for him to come in.  I exclaim, “Let’s go!  Come on!”

He says, “Okay, kiddo!  Just let me talk to your mom real quick!”

“Okay I’ll wait on the motorcycle,” I say, running out the front door.

The motorcycle's wheel is locked, for safety.  I climb onto the seat, and I swing my bag onto my back into a more comfortable position.  My uncle is walking leisurely towards me.  He stops and pulls out a cigarette, puts it between two fingers, puts his hand around it to light it and inhales it.  I wave to him to come as quickly as possible. I tell him, “Stop smoking and hurry up!”  I always tell him this and he never stops. “BIG, MEANIE HEAD!” I think.

Soon, we pull up to the swimming pool center and circle around it for space to park.  This is why most people in China take a taxi instead, so they don’t have to worry about finding a parking spot.  We walk inside the building, ride an elevator up to the second floor and meet my dad at the small, crowded pool.  I get ready to jump straight into the water.

“What are you doing?” my uncle asks.

“Getting into the pool?” I say.

“We’re going scuba diving, remember?” my uncle questions.

“What?” Something fishy is going on.

“We’re going scuba diving,” my uncle repeats.

“Why didn’t mom tell me?” I ask.  I flash back to the time when my grandmother was coming all the way from China to our house in America.  I turned around and saw my uncle at the front door, too!  He likes to surprise people.

“I surprised you again!” he laughs.  

“I don’t really want to go.  I just want to swim in the pool.  So can we just swim?” I ask, hoping he’ll say yes.

“No, Angie.  I already had my friend take off from work today so he can coach you,”  My uncle says firmly.

“What? I even have a coach for it?  Now I really don’t want to go.  What if he thinks I am not good at scuba diving?”  I ask with concern.

“He will.  Trust me.  This will be a good experience for you,” my uncle insists.

“But I--I,” I stammer.

“But you what?”  he asks.

“I’m scared of fish, and plus the water pressure will hurt my ears, and the air container will weigh me down, and I will sink all the way to the very deep bottom, and not be able to breathe or come up, and die, because I will be stuck down at the bottom,” I blurt out, with concern filling my face and voice.

“Oh, silly you.  The air tank keeps you afloat in the water,” my uncle says matter-of-factly.

“Yes, but what about the water pressure?” I ask, raising my eyebrows.

“There is a special trick for that,” he replies.

“Fine, but what is it?  And what about the fish?” I ask.

“Your coach will teach you the trick,” he says, clearly bored, “and there are no fish, because this is just for practice.”

“But... I don’t want to go!”  I say.

“Angie, don’t be a wimp.  Come on, let’s go!  You should try new things.  And besides, I already paid,” he tells me.

“Fine,” I give in.

“Good.  Now let’s go get the things we need,”  he says happily.  A tall, muscular man is standing in the supply room my uncle and I just walked into.  He is looking down at his iPhone.  He looks up, just as we enter the door.  He introduces himself to me and my dad.

“I am your coach.  My name is Wang Jin.”  He gives me a fist pump, which feels awkward, because usually only boys do that.  My dad shakes his hand and smiles.

Then, he and my uncle talk about stuff together, and my dad joins in their conversation, while I stand there waiting.  But in my head, I hope for them to talk longer, because the longer they talk, the less time we have for scuba diving. The less time scuba diving, the happier I am!  

I stare at the clock for a minute and twelve seconds, just like I had earlier in the day. The adults have stopped talking!  I realize this is not good, because we will have to go scuba diving, NOW! I have to put on a wetsuit that is way too big, because it is supposed to be for adults, overtop of my bathing suit.  The fact that they don’t have a wetsuit in my size makes me worried; kids my age don’t typically go scuba diving! It is the smallest size they have.  I also wear a bunch of heavy stuff on my back, and around my waist.  The goggles make me have to breathe through my mouth, and I do not like breathing through my mouth.  The suction of the goggles is tight, and it almost hurts my face.  I feel like something disgusting is clinging to my face.

Dizziness starts to overcome me.  “Why am I getting dizzy?”  I ask my uncle, and dad.  They said to just relax.

I decide to cool off by sitting on the ledge in the pool.  When I get to the pool, I am scared to jump in, because the pool looks super deep from up at the top.  I finally ease myself onto the ledge, and the cool water feels good against my body.  I decided to put my full body in, and swim a lap.  I am ambivalent about whether or not to swim.  Part of me says, “Go swim!  You’ll be a lot cooler, and feel less dizzy.”  The other part says, “No, don’t do it, because you will sink and die down at the bottom.  Nobody will know where you went!” I keep going in and out of the water, in and out, in and out.

At last, I decide to swim, because I am a really good swimmer, and the coach is at the side watching. He is sitting by the side of the pool and handing supplies to my uncle.  My uncle calls his friend the coach “a seal” and “a bear” because my uncle thinks he resembles those animals.  I don’t agree, but it still makes me laugh every time I look at him.

I edge into the water, and start the lap.

Uh oh!  I really am going to die.  My special shoes are weighing me down.  The water is pulling me in, and under!   I fight to the ledge where I take off the shoes.  When I try again, it feels much more natural.  I swim the breaststroke, because I do not get tired from it, even after many laps.  

Once I swim back to the ledge safely, my uncle says it is time to scuba dive.  I feel a bit more comfortable, because I swam a lap safely, but I still do not feel ready to dive deep down yet.

“Can I just swim around while you and dad scuba dive?” I ask, hoping he will say “fine”, or “okay”.

My uncle tells me, “Angie, we already discussed this.  You have to try new things! Don’t worry.  The air tank will keep you afloat, even though it is so heavy on land.  Trust me on this.”

I take a deep breath, and say, “Okay, I’m ready to try.”

In my mind, I think, “I am going to do this to show I am brave, and to have a good experience, but I really hope I don’t die!”

I put on the backpack with the oxygen tank, while sitting, at the ledge, so it won’t weigh me down.  I put on the goggles, and the other heavy things.  I feel like I would drown in this stuff.I finally get too freaked out, and so my uncle brings up an idea.

“How about you get in the water first, and hold onto the ledge, then I will put the backpack on you?” he says.

“Okay,” I reply happily.  So I jump into the water, and hold tightly onto the ledge.

My uncle, coach, and dad splash in.  My uncle clips all the clips of my backpack.  Then he hands me the goggles.  I put my elbow on the ledge, and fasten the goggles, careful to not entangle my hair with the rubber.  It sucks my face, giving me a horrible feeling.  My face feels like a jellyfish is clinging to it.

Soon, I have put on all the material, and I try breathing into the oxygen tank.  I breathe in, breathe out.  When I breathe out, it a funny noise echoes across that makes me scared.  I feel like it is hard to breathe.  Am I suffocating?  I remove the breathing tube from my mouth.  A huge sigh of relief comes over me.  I breathe a couple deep breaths through my mouth.

“Why does it make that noise?” I ask my coach.

“It’s supposed to.  It means it is working correctly,” He replies.

“It is hard to breathe, though,” I say.

“Don’t worry, It will be easier under the water,” he says reassuringly.

“I guess I will try it under the water, then,” I tell my coach.

He gives me a nod, telling me that I should.

I take a big breath, and dip my head under the water.  I breath out and all of a sudden, a blast of bubbles explodes in my face.  At first, I feel scared, but then I start to relax.  It is easy to breathe as long as I remember to breath through my mouth instead of my nose!

I pick my head back up, and exclaim excitedly to my uncle, dad, and coach, “It is easy to breathe!”

My uncle says, “Okay, you stay here with your coach.  Your dad and I will be over there, okay?”

“Okay,” I answer with some more calmness in my voice.

My coach says, “You can try going under with me.  I will take a picture of you.”  He is holding his iphone encased in a waterproof box.  

“Okay, I’m ready to try.”  I dip my head under and let go of the ledge.  I try to doggie paddle and get scared, because I feel that I am being pulled down again.  My coach pulls me up again.  He hadn’t finished what he was saying to me.

“If you want to come up, show me a thumbs up.  If you are comfortable with going further down, then point to the ground.”  

I say, “OK!” and dip my head under again.  This time, I try to relax a bit more as I slowly float down.  It is silent under the water.  

I look over at my coach and start laughing, so I need to come back up to stop laughing.  I calm myself down, give my coach thumbs down and lower myself into the clear water again.  

It feels like I dive a mile under water.   I look up and see that I’m only a few feet from the surface of the water. All of a sudden, I panic because I breathe through my nose instead of mouth.  I am about to give the thumbs up sign, but I have calmed down again and breathing through my mouth is a bit easier now.

I notice that the walls are made of a fish mosaic.  I think it is very creative, because since there aren’t any real fish in the pool, we can see the fish on the walls.

I look down and see my uncle and dad down at the bottom of the pool.  I am afraid that I will run out of oxygen in my air tank.  I give the thumbs up sign.  He helps pull me up to the surface, and asks what is wrong.  

“What if I run out of oxygen?”

“You have plenty of oxygen!  I fill it up every time you come up to the surface.”  I feel relieved.  

“Are you ready to go back?”

“Yes,” I reply half-heartedly.  

I see my uncle and dad down at the bottom, swimming around.  They are waving to people through the window down at the bottom of the pool.  It would be cool to learn how to go all the way down there.  Not today,  I still don’t feel ready for that kind of thing yet, but maybe next time.

I keep laughing coming back up.  Eventually he gets a picture of me.  My coach shows me the gooey stuff underneath the ledge.  The gooey stuff is made of air bubbles that have all been caught there.  

“This is pretty cool,” I think.

I realize my uncle and dad are starting to come up to the surface.  My coach says it is time to go.  “You did a good job,” he compliments.

My uncle and dad say that I should have been more brave.  My coach says, “Being too brave isn’t a good thing because you can get hurt under the water if you’re too brave.  Angie, you were cautiously brave.  Well done.”  All of a sudden, I feel cold.  I was having so much fun that I didn’t notice it before.  It was over so quickly that it felt like one minute.  I can’t wait to go scuba diving with my uncle again.  

What's going on?

“Open wide!”

But just as Jay swallowed the strange-tasting liquid, he realized his mother wasn't holding the spoon and he was beginning to feel very peculiar!

Instead, he saw a man with a long beard. Behind him, was another man who had a bushy mustache, and long, red hair.

He was lying on a stretcher. He seemed to be in a hospital, but he wasn't quite sure.

Jay felt very dizzy. He tried to remember what had happened before that, but he could not concentrate. He tried staring at a certain circle of all the circle designs on the wall, but each time after he looked at a certain one, it seemed to blur and turn into two other circles.

Jay gave up after a while. He dare not ask a question to the men, for he thought they might be out to murder him. The two men whispered and murmured to each other.

“He seems okay,” Jay heard one of the men whisper to the other.

“Think he's not co...ous,” the long bearded man said.

“Hopefully, he's no...ous,” the red haired man said.

Jay missed out some words, but he made out most of it.

Finally, he couldn't stand it anymore and he asked, “Where am I? Where are my parents? What is this place? What is your name? Who are you?!”

The questions came bursting out without him thinking.

“Don't you know...oh wait, you had a concussion, so you don't remember anything...I am Dr. McLuhan, your family doctor, and this is Dr. Mark,” he nodded in the direction of the red haired man.

Dr. Mark continued for Dr. McLuhan, “you were riding your bike and as you fell off, you hit the concrete. You lay there for a long time, until you were found by a neighbor. The neighbor had just moved in and did not know who you were and belonged to. So she dragged you into the house, and luckily I had been her husband and just found a job as a doctor here. The first person who became my friend was Dr. McLuhan.”

Dr. McLuhan finished, “I recognized you as my personal favorite patient. I called your mom, and she's on her way. Here,” he handed Jay a cup of warm water, “it has a special medical ingredient that should help you gain some memories.”

Jay drank the water nervously, for he still had some suspicions. But soon he had gained many memories, and in one was Dr. McLuhan.

Soon, his mother came, and he went home—all suspicions and lost memories gone.

His life went on as usual, but he still had a couple of surprises waiting for him!

Who I am

I am in sixth grade.  I turned twelve last year, and I will be turning thirteen this year.  My favorite sport to watch and do is gymnastics.  I am on level six at Gymini Gymnastics. 

A gymnastics movie, Stick It, is a great movie.  Stick It is my all-time favorite movie.  It is about a girl named Haley who breaks a law, by accident.  While doing cool biking tricks with her friends, she accidentally breaks part of a house.  Haley’s punishment is that she has to go to a gymnastics camp called the Vickerman’s Gymnastics camp.  She says that she would rather gone to juvy than go to the gymnastics camp.  She used to go there, and she doesn’t try to hide her hatred.  Once Haley gets to the camp, the other gymnasts there don’t try and make her feel welcome.  At the end she becomes a big rebel.  The other gymnasts start to like her, and they become friends.  The movie is very hilarious. 

Taylor Swift a gymnast, but she is my favorite celebrity of all time.  If you came to my house, you would see how much I am in love with her.  Taylor Swift is my idol, and I love her songs.  She writes all of her own songs and has a great personality.  Taylor worked really hard to reach her dreams, and I admire that.  She is great at singing and playing the guitar.  She has won many Grammies, and other awards.  I love her music.  My favorite album is her first album, simply named Taylor Swift.  My favorite song by her is “All Too Well,” which is from her latest album “Red.”  In May, my best friend and I are going to one of her concerts in the “Red Tour.” 

Although Taylor is my favorite artist, I love listening to other artists’ music, as well.  My favorite song that is not by Taylor Swift is “One More Night” by Maroon Five.  My favorite type of music is pop, but I love country as well. 

In the future, I want to be a children’s author.  An author writes books, and stories, which I love to do.  Writing stories for kids is especially fun, so I will be having fun while I am doing my job.  Instead of writing essays for the SOLs, I will be achieving my dream of being an author for children.  I hope that one day, my stories will be bestsellers, but for now I am just a kid.  Even though normal kids can’t change the world, I hope to someday make someone read a good book, so I will work hard towards my dreams just like Taylor Swift worked hard to achieve her dream.

O Painful Tree

O Christmas Tree, O Christmas Tree,
Your pine needles fall so much!
It is a pain to clean up your mess.
We are done with you, I must confess.
O Painful Tree, O Painful Tree,
Your pine needles fall so much!

O Christmas Tree, O Christmas Tree,
Your bright lights burn my eyeballs.
Round and round we go removing lights
I get so dizzy, I lose my sight.
O Painful Tree, O Painful Tree,
Your bright lights burn my eyeballs.

O Christmas Tree, O Christmas Tree
I’m sick of your ornaments.
We must carefully pack them away.
I want to do this some other day.
O Painful Tree, O Painful Tree,
I’m sick of your ornaments.

O Christmas Tree, O Christmas Tree
You leave a white emptiness.
We replace you with a brand new hutch
Now you’re gone and I miss you too much.
I’ll miss you Tree, I’ll miss you Tree,
You leave a white emptiness.  

My sister is so stubborn!

“No!” my sister complains.  My sister does not want to go to gymnastics for her first day!  It’s so frustrating!  She is too shy and nervous, and uses it as anger instead.  She is sitting at the kitchen table coloring a Minnie Mouse picture, which she wants to finish as well.

               “Chloe!  I am gonna count to three!  One… two… three!” I shout at her.  Oh, man, that trick doesn’t work anymore, I think.

               “Just let me finish coloring my picture!” my sister hollers.

               “Chloe, you just started, when do you think you’re gonna be done?” I ask in a loud, strict voice.

               “Just give me ten minutes!” she says.

               “We have to be there in ten minutes!” I argue.

               “Angie-e,” she whines.

               “Do you want to be late for your first day?!” I yell. Jeez, I think in my head, she really wants to set a bad impression on the first day, doesn’t she?”

               “I don’t even want to go!  You can go, and I will stay home,” she says with a humph in her voice and face.

               “Nobody will be home to watch you.  And besides, mom already paid for it.  You have to go!” I say with anger and frustration rising in my voice.

               “No!” Chloe says plainly and firmly.

               “Yes!” I say back to her.

               “No!”

               “Yes!”

               “NOOOOOO!”

               “YEEEEEEEES!  Chloe, you have to go, and besides if you don’t want to go, I do.  I love gymnastics, and I have already missed so many practices.  And now I’m gonna miss some more!  And it’s all because of you!  Humph!  You ruin everything!”  I shout back at her.  My arguing isn’t working out so well.  Even though I have many reasons for making my sister go to gymnastics, she is really stubborn and will probably win the argument, and make me stay home with her.  I am almost twelve, so I babysit my little sister, and we walk to gymnastics together.  Today will be her first day on team, so she does not want to go.  She makes the excuse of wanting to finish coloring her picture.  She thinks team is not fun.   During classes she gets to play rather than do real gymnastics.  During team practice, she has to work hard.

               My sister is quiet.  The house is suddenly silent.  I hear a nearby clock ticking away our time.  We have to be there soon!

               “Chloe, are you coming or are you not?  I need to know, so I can call mom to tell her you don’t want to come,” I say suddenly quieter.

               Chloe does not reply.  She looks down, and all I can see is her black, but orange on ends—from swimming— hair covering her face.

               “Are you okay?” I ask.

               “I don’t like it when you shout at me,” she says with her lips jutting out, almost as much as a mountain jutting out of the earth.

               “Chloe, I have to shout or you won’t listen, and it seems like now, when I shout you still don’t listen.  So tell me a way for you to listen to me,” I say.

               “Just talk quietly, and I will listen,” she says.

               “Fine,” I whisper, “is this quiet enough?”

               “No,” she laughs.

               “Is this quiet enough?” I say even quieter.

               “Angie, I meant that’s too quiet,” my sister giggles.

               “Oh, well, how about we go to gymnastics now?” I try to get her to go.

               “No!” she says. Her giggle was now gone.  It was replaced by her old stubborn, frustrated, and unwilling to go to gymnastics face.

               Oops, guess I tried a little too early, I think.  I glance at the clock.  Gymnastics starts in five minutes!  I hope my sister will go, I dream hopefully.

               “Chloe, you better come, or I’m gonna flush Lazy Sheep”—Lazy Sheep is her favorite toy, because he has small eyes, and he’s lazy—“down the toilet!”

               “I know you’re not going to,” my sister says, picking up her crayons and resuming her coloring.  She has a trying-to-be-a-big-girl look on her face, which I personally think looks really silly.  She keeps that face on, until I start laughing.

               “Why are you laughing Angie?  Ugh, you’re such a silly little girl,” she says, rolling her brownish-black eyes way back in her head.

               I laugh some more.

               “Angie, you are the silliest little girl I have ever seen.”

               I figure we will never get to gymnastics if she keeps talking like that, and I keep laughing, so I decide to get Chloe’s toy, which is lying on the couch.

               I walked over to the couch where Chloe’s toy, Lazy Sheep, was.  I gave her many seconds to retrieve her toy back, but she didn’t.  So I sprinted over to the bathroom, hid him in the closet by the bathroom, and flushed the toilet.   This way my sister would think I really did flush him down the toilet—which she did, according to her scream.

               “NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!  ANGIE!  Did you really flush him down the toilet?” she screams.

               “Yep, I did the right thing—I followed through what I said,” I say calmly.

               “Oh, no!  Lazy Sheep’s gone forever!” she says realizing the “truth.”

               “If you get ready for gymnastics, and we are there twenty minutes from now, then Santa Claus will give you Lazy Sheep,” I say.

               “Okay!” Chloe says with a nod of excitement.  She runs upstairs, and puts on her leotard.  She grabs a water bottle and says, “I’m ready!”

               “But you’ll have to wait till Christmas to get Lazy Sheep,” I say.

               “WHAT?  But I want him NOW!” she shouts.

               “Okay, okay,” I say.  I sprint over to the bathroom and bring her the toy.

               “You had him the whole time?” she asks.

               “No… Santa flushed him back up the toilet,” I say.

               “Really?” she asks, “how come he’s not wet?”

               “He has magic powers that made him instantly dry,” I pretend.  I am a good “pretender,” at least for little kids.

               “Angie, but I don’t want to go to gymnastics, because I am scared that everybody will make fun of me, because I will be the youngest one there, and everyone else will know more gymnastics than me,” Chloe said with a sigh.

               “Chloe, why didn’t you just tell me so?” I ask, surprised.

               “Because… I just didn’t want to,” Chloe said.

               “Well, I have to tell you something.  Team can still be fun, even though we work harder.  You can make new friends, and learn new skills that are a lot harder and cooler than the skills you already know.  And I thought you were a big girl.  Big girls get in team, not in classes.  Plus, you have to try new things, so you don’t spend your whole entire life doing one boring thing.  You have to explore new things as well,” I said, with a much kinder, and gentler voice than before—when I was shouting. 

               “Okay…” my sister sighs, “but I still don’t want to go, because what if the other kids make fun of me?”

               “Chloe, they won’t, and if they do, then I will tell them to stop.  Actually, you know what?  You can tell them to stop yourself.  If people are being mean to you, then tell them to stop being so mean,” I said.

               “No!  Angie.  You do it.  I’m too scared,” Chloe said hugging my arm with a very, very tight squeeze.

               “Chloe, you can’t always be a little girl.  You have to grow up, and be a big girl.  Big girls talk for themselves,” I said.

               “Fine,” Chloe said putting on a brave face.

               My sister, Chloe, and I walked to gymnastics together, and she wears an upside down happy face.  But soon I saw that she was happy, and had a right side up happy face.

My mother and her brother

My mother, Rebecca, was walking over to her brother, Ray’s, school to take him home on a typical Tuesday afternoon in 1977.  She took slow dragging steps in the hot sun.  She was in no hurry.  She felt drowsy, and her brain couldn’t think straight.  She rarely got enough sleep these days.  Most nights she slept at midnight and woke up at seven.  She had to stay up helping do housework, and finishing her homework.  Suddenly, she jumped and straightened up like popcorn popping in the microwave.  She had thought of an idea.  She and her brother would steal eggs from their basket at home.  The basket carried about two dozen eggs.  Her mother never let her and her brother eat full eggs themselves.  Even if they did get halves, they were already spoiled and rotten.  They got the eggs once a month and her mother liked to save them for the end of the month.  Her mother had just brought home eggs yesterday, so they were still fresh and tasty.  She was going to tell my uncle of her scheme.

The street came into view.  Many cars were rushing home in rush hour on this busy street. She waited impatiently, as a red car passes, then a blue, then a white.  She felt like darting across the street, cutting into the long line of cars passing by.  She knew what danger that would be, so she waited on the sidewalk, even more impatient now.  She felt a strong urge to stay back, and so she tries to calm down.  Finally a car stops and the person inside allows her to cross kindly.  She waves a “thanks”, and quickly crosses the street. 

Rebecca started running in excitement.  She could already smell the wonderful warming smell of the egg.  She even tasted the salty and juicy egg in her mouth.  As she approached the school, she hurried Ray out.  She informed him of her scheme and my uncle skipped excitedly.  He had never had a whole egg to himself before.  They were going to steal some from their basket (back then, they did not have refrigerator), and ask a friend—a neighbor—to fry them.  In exchange for her cooking them, they would give her an egg as well.  My uncle can already taste the salty, juicy egg getting chewed up in his mouth.  When he came back to the real world, his mouth watered tons of spit.  Some of his saliva fell on the ground!  My mother told him to shut his mouth because he was embarrassing her.  My uncle was a trouble maker, so he started dripping more. 

Rebecca yelled, “Young man, stop drooling before I call the police!”

So he started to spit at her. 

She screeched, “Eww!  That was disgusting!”—and wiped some of it off her face with her dress—“I am so going to tell on you!”  This did the trick!  My uncle quickly licked of the spit and stopped drooling.  If his mother found out, he would be dead as a roasted chicken!

They fast walked home.  Their house got clearer and clearer, as they ran towards it.  Their throats ached with pain by the time they reached the house.  They were panting heavily, and their faces were shiny with sweat.

My mom told my uncle, “Go grab three eggs!”

My uncle asks, “Why, three?”

“One for me, one for you, and one for our friend!  Sheesh!  How could you not know that?  Oh, I know, because you’re my brother!”

“Hey, that’s not nice!”

My mother shouted, “Hurry up!  Mom’s gonna be home soon!”  Their mother was out shopping, and usually she got home about half an hour after my uncle and my mom got home.  That meant they had about ten minutes to fry the eggs; ten minutes run there and back; and ten minutes to eat the delicious eggs.

My uncle shouted back, “Okay!  I’m hurrying!  Gosh!”  He quickly bolted inside.  He found the basket sitting on the table.  He grabbed one, then another, then a third.  The brown, hard eggs felt smooth, and cool.  He savored the moment for a second; then the eggs turned warm and rather sticky, with his sweat.  He ran to the door.

My mother shouted back, “Well, do you want us to be caught stealing eggs?”  She added quietly, “Even though they are from our own house.”

My uncle ran out holding three eggs in one fist.  The other shut the door.

They run over to a neighbor’s house.  They ask if she can cook the eggs.  She replies with a quick nod, as though she understands why they’ve come, and hurries to fry the three eggs.  They each snatch one and eat gratefully.  They feel like they are in heaven—they feel like they are in paradise.  They wish it could last forever, but it can’t. 

They run back home in a dash.  As they get in through the back door, the front door opens. The back door of the house shuts just as the front door opens.  Rebecca and Ray just stand there awkwardly, not knowing what to do.  They must have seemed weird to be standing next to the back door next to each other.  Her mom drops all the groceries on the floor.  She sighs and brushes some hair out of her face.  She has dark circles under her eyes.  She seems tired but suddenly jumps up.  My uncle and mom think she knows of their escape to the neighbor, but she just says excitedly that they can each have an egg for dinner, because their father got promoted at work!  He had done a good job with getting all his work done.  He also worked for longer than needed almost every day.  They all dance happily.  Rebecca is jumping around with excitement, Ray is running around hollering excitedly, and their mom watching and even doing a little victory dance herself; but this victory would end soon.

As my grandmother starts to cook the eggs, she asks how their day was.  They said that it was great, and they only had a bit of homework left to do.  Suddenly, she yelps!  My mom and her brother snap their heads over.  They seem surprised, as nothing is really even there.  My grandmother says there has been a robber stealing the eggs.  She says she took out four eggs, and there are only seventeen left.  My mother shushes my uncle with a loud cough-ish-sneeze-“ahem” type thing, as he is about to confess that it was their fault.

My mother covers it up, by saying, “Oh, no!  What if the robber took other stuff like our money?”

My uncle catches on and says in an overly dramatic voice, “What if he kidnaps me, and sends ransom notes to you guys?!”

Their mom says, “Calm down—let’s just hope the robber doesn’t come back again.  Go lock all the doors and windows of the house.  That will help keep the house safe.”

My grandmother has a suspicion that they took those three eggs, so she says, “Actually, I am just going to cook an egg for Dad.  I think he deserves it, since he was the one who got promoted.  I also feel that we need to save the eggs, since the robber might steal more.  I am going to hide the basket somewhere, where nobody will know where it is.”

My mom asks, “Can we help?”

My grandmother blurts out, “Sure, if you don’t steal your own eggs that you could have got if you didn’t steal them!”

My mom and uncle say in unison, “What?”

My grandmother says, “I knew you stole those eggs, when I counted.  I had a feeling you were going to since I just got them.  You better not steal anymore eggs young lady!  And you, too!”

My mother explains quickly her point of view.  She also says that her brother came along, but it was all her idea.  Her mother forgives them, and cooks an egg for each of them for dinner.