School

I might go to school for 5th Grade!  How exciting!  I am going to try school out for a month.  I will get to choose.  School or Homeschool.  I think I might make a poll to vote on.  I hope you guys are excited.  (I am scared but excited.)   It is either :) :D :( D: Or :| .



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A New Imaginary Story

I am super-duper sorry I have not been writing on my blog.  I just made this part of my story so you guys won't be bummed that nothing is on my blog.  Here it is.  Well,  chapter one.

Chapter 1

Once upon a time there was a blacksmith named John.  His son, David, was 13.  David liked to create little statues with anything he could use with the blacksmith machinery.  He liked creating griffens and his own mythical animals.  His favorite, that he made, was his own mythical animal.  It had long twisty horns, and had wings.  It had a rattlesnakes tail, and it had feathers mixed with fur.  One side feathers, the other side fur.  It had elk legs, and a deer’s face.  He called it a… well, he didn’t exactly know.  All he knows is that its name is Dave, because his name is David.  A month later, John, David’s father was dying from a disease.  David had to go to his aunt and uncle’s house who were very kind to him.  They even let his bring his father’s blacksmith machinery and all the blacksmith stuff his father and he made.  All of that stuff was put in the basement of David’s aunt and uncle’s house.  “Hmm, what do you want to name the mythical animal I made Auntie Sophie?” asked David, who still couldn’t find his favorite mythical animals name for his kind.  “Oh, don’t ask me.  I am terrible with names.  Ask your uncle.” said Auntie Sophie, who was busily scrubbing back and forth at a plate.  David wandered over to his uncle, named Timothy.  “Uncle Timothy?  What should I name my kind for my favorite mythical creature?” asked David.  “I am terrible with names.  Ask your aunt.”  said Uncle Timothy.  “That’s exactly what auntie said…” said David frowning.  “You guys must be busy.  I will be in my room reading.”  said David, who was disappointed that he couldn’t find a name for his favorite kind of mythical animal.  David shut his door quietly and left his aunt and uncle alone.