100WC Week #15 By: Soccer Lover

When?

"Honestly, come on! There's not pets allowed and you just come around and urinate on me."
"Hush down you bitter old bottle bin."
Lately, all the recycling compartments have been yelling at each other.
"I can't wait for my upgrade I'll be new and improved!" I said out loud.
"Litter, dude, you have it easy."
"Really? You think that having half eaten sandwiches and day old smoothies thrown at you is easy?"
"Well..." Bottle stammered.
"Exactly, it's annoying."
"Just wait until you get your update and you'll be one of us!"
But that day never came.

100WC Week #14 By: Soccer Lover

Twisted

Sprinting between palm trees, I pulled myself to a halt. Panting, I put my hand in the box and felt around and there it was, the hatchet. Looking around now surrounded by palm trees, I couldn't tell where I had come from. I stood there searching for others, there was no one. My partner Sam had fallen through a pile of leaves into a wooden dagger. I couldn't help but think of her, only if I told her not to... tears started to run down my cheek. You could say all the teams probably died, I guess this is what you get when you play a twisted game show.

100WC Week #13 By: Soccer Lover

                                                          The Regular Balloon

Tugging at my mom's sweater, trying to get her attention.

"Mom look at the dot in the sky!"

"Henry not now," my mom said occupied.

Of course my mom wouldn't listen to her fascinated 6 year old son. I thought this odd dot would stop, but the spot just grew and grew until I could tell what it was. To my shock it was an air balloon gracefully floating down. 

"Look at the air balloon!" I hollered. 

"We see them all the time," she sighed.

"But this is a cool one."

"Honestly, Henry it's the back side of a regular Remax air balloon."

"Oh... wow... umm... hmm... nevermind" I said embarrassed.

100WC Week #10 By: Soccer Lover

Trying to admirer statues

Ongoing debates? 6 hour conversations? I thought to myself.
"Hey mom did you know that is where 3 cultures came together?"
"Oh...that's nice honey," my mom said uninterested.
"No, but mom listen to this. It was as if they were frozen in time. These statues have been a big par-"
"Honey I'm trying to concentrate."
"Hmm trying to concentrate on your phone," I muttered.
"Let me keep reading, so it says it was a big part of history an-"
"Hon-"
"Mom! Honestly, let me talk."
"Honey I'm try-"
"You know what mom? I'm done!" I say sharply walking away to admire something else.

100WC Week #9 By: Soccer Lover

The Definition of Superhero

Writing assignment: Who is your Superhero?

Soaring through the sky? Saving the planet? Does that sound like a superhero to you? Well my 'superhero' is a little different. She scares off the monsters under my bed. My 'superhero' is my grandma. She has one amputated leg, and my grandpa passed away years ago. 

As an independent woman, she's strong when times are tough. She has taught me that it's better to persevere and push through it, then sulk and feel sorry for yourself.

"That's my journal entry." I said nervously. And to my surprise the class erupted into applause.

100WC Week #8 By:Soccer Lover

The Gas Pipe

Gas engulfed the auditorium, while parents frantically looked for their daughters. My dance recital was now a room full of parents and kids that look like they are swimming through gas. Standing in my little green tutu not knowing what to do, or where my parents are, I knew I was likely to get stuck in this room and suffocate. Earlier my recital was going fantastic, until a gas pipe broke when a dancer fell while getting changed in the mechanical room. Now here I am waiting until suddenly I can't breathe. I stumble backwards tripping over someones foot and I fall hard.

100WC Week #7 By: Soccer Lover

The Almost Escape

Fiddling with my pencil, I sat there, waiting for the clock to strike two. Melissa and I were going to meet in the school bathroom. Finally, we're in the clear and out of class. Silently, we walked toward the main school doors. Pressing the wheelchair button, the door opened and there it was. Well I guess I shouldn't call her an 'it'. Mrs. June, the principle, stood right in front of us. 

"So...you girls going somewhere?"

"Well...um...uh," Melissa stammered.

"To the office you go! Wait until your parents hear that you girls were sneaking out of class!"

 "Thanks a lot Mrs. June," we murmured.