OK. I know I posted a story last time but I had to post something! (Please let me know if you like my writing style or you have some more story suggestions.) Sorry there aren't any pictures...
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Crazy
day (A
funny story written by Nadia):
It started out as any usual Monday; I woke up with a sock
stuffed in my mouth. (As usual.) And when I looked in the mirror I saw that my
sister (Well I assumed it was her since she is the artistic one in the family)
had managed to draw a mustache and a beard on my face when I was asleep. I
tried taking a shower but someone in the other bathroom flushed a toilet and my
shower was cut short by a stream of scalding water.
(It sounded like this:“Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaak!!!!!!”) I then went down to a
breakfast of soggy cornflakes. The first unusual thing happened around nine in
the morning, I was hard at work on science (Since I home school) when I heard a
really weird noise from upstairs. It sounded like a creak. OK, so we have a
creaky house, but this sounded different. I went up the stairs very (Very very!)
slowly. As I rounded the corner I couldn’t make out what was going on in the
hall. I switched on a light. Nope. Nothing here. I looked in every upstairs
room, but still found nothing! So. Confused, and exited I went downstairs
again. But I couldn’t concentrate. My
muscles were tensed and my hearing extremely sensitive, twitching every time I
heard as much as a pin drop. Just then
my brother came into the room and gave such a loud roar (Yes roar, he often
imitates animals.) that I literally fell over backwards. “What on earth did you
do that for?” I asked. But he just kept on roaring, eventually I had to drag
him out of the room. (What? I needed peace.) But he came back. So I had to move
my work upstairs.
So there I was
working myself to death on math, when I heard a creak (the different creak I
was talking about.) I was convinced it came from my sister’s room. So I checked
it out. Nobody. Ok. So I know ghosts don’t exist, but I was getting really
creeped out! I tried to concentrate on my English but soon I heard another
creak! This time I rushed into my sister’s room at such a speed, I almost
knocked over a stack of books! I inspected every corner of her room, still
nothing. Being extremely puzzled by now, I looked up. And saw the craziest
sight I have ever seen in my life so far. There. Hanging from the ceiling fan,
was my 10 year old sister! She had somehow slung a hammock from it, and here is
the really crazy part! She was
reading a book! “Hey” she said casually “What the heck are you doing up there?!”
I asked (Sorry about the expression. It just seemed kinda appropriate to
describe the craziness of the moment.)
“I’m reading.” She replied. Cool as a cucumber. “That looks a little
uncomfortable.” I remarked casually. (Well as casual as you can get under the
circumstances.) “Yeah but I needed some
variety. You know that I’m no ordinary reader.” It was true. She read day and
night. She probably needed a change from lying around on her bed all day. “Can
you please leave my room now? And close the door behind you? I’m trying to concentrate
on my book.” She said. So I left her alone to spend some quality time with
Roald Dahl’s “Matilda”.
Around lunch time
the second crazy thing happened. I smelled something really wonderful coming
from the kitchen. I walked into the kitchen hoping for something to nibble, but
instead I saw the second craziest
sight of my life! There was my mom typing at record speed on her computer, and
cooking pasta at the same time. But that wasn’t the weird part! The weird part was
that she had attached some kind of contraption to her middle that looked like a
airplane table. (You know the kind of table that folds out that you find in a
airplane?) and her laptop was carefully balanced on it. So she was typing with
her left hand and she held a huge spoon in her right hand. “What…” I said
trailing off. “Am I doing?” She completed my sentence. “Well. I’m learning how
to multi task! I get a lot of stuff done in half the time it would usually take
me to do them!” “Well… Doesn’t it strike you as a little… well, weird?” I asked
carefully. “No. Why would it?” “Never
mind…” I said, and decided to leave it at that.
Well I was wondering what other stuff could possibly
happen, when my brother entered the room quietly and sat down with a book. Talk
about crazy! He always makes sure he gets everyone’s attention. And he can’t
read. So what in the entire galaxy is going on?!” Ok. Granted this day was
weird, but this was the most crazy, absurd, implausible thing that has every
happened! But at least he was quiet. Just as I was finishing my history
project; the most unpredictable
thing that happened that day happened. (What are the chances right?) Ok. Are
you ready? My dad tap-danced into the room playing the banjo. I’m pretty
sure you heard that. No need to repeat it. He tap-danced, while at the same
time hammering a folk song on the banjo. “Moldy macaroni!!!!!!!” I shouted. The next
thing I know I’m on the floor. (Yes I tumbled off my seat again.) “Watch your language.” Warned my dad. “What on
the entire wacky planet earth, are you doing dad?” I asked with disbelief. “I’m
just being original. I thought that it would be nice to play the banjo, so I
bought one on the way back from work.” “You bought a banjo?” Yup! This has been
the craziest day of my life! I blacked out.
“Hello? Are you awake?” I heard my sister’s voice in my
ear. “Mom says you have to wake up Right
now.” I slowly opened my eyes. I
looked around. I was in my room. “What happened?” It’s Monday. “ She said. I
looked at her, then sat up. It was a dream.
The whole thing was just a dream. Oh no! I realized. Not two Mondays in
a row! No please no! (It sounded like this: Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaak!)
The end
Whew! Now my fingers are sore. I hope you enjoyed that!
LOL Noisy Nadia
