A Secret Loss

So I didn't really feel like writing about some boring topic, so instead I wrote a flash-fiction. Here we go.

                                               A Secret Loss

     Brown. The color of my all-time favorite teddy bear. His name was Mr.Brown-I know real original, but hey I was 5. I had Mr. Brown from the time I was five to when I turned 10.

   Everyday I would get picked up at the carpool line, and my mom would ask me how my day was, who I sat with at lunch, did I have any quizzes or tests, if not did I get any back, and did I have a fun day at school? I hated those thirty minute car rides, they were pure agony. All I wanted to do was sit there and listen to my music but sadly I couldn’t.

   When I got home I was greeted by Mr. Brown. He always said, “Hello, how was your day at school?” and I would reply with “good. How were the animals today?”  Mr. Brown sat in the special “study corner” of my room.. I had a little desk, pencils, some pens, loose leaf paper, a little chair and Mr.Brown. I never once sat on that pink and purple chair, always preferring to sit on the comfy brown plush. When school ended I would be sad that I had to leave my friends but then I would remember how Mr.Brown was waiting for me at home. Until one day he wasn’t.

   I had just entered the 4^th grade, and my mom thought I was getting too old for Mr.Brown. So one day when she made a stop to Goodwill, she made a giant, brown, fluffy donation. I didn’t talk to her for a week.

Reading Times

Lord of the Flies by William Golding (Includes reading and annotations)
11/8-Pages 8-31 (40 minutes)

Literary Analysis
11/5-20 minutes
11/6-30 minutes

Size 12 is not Fat by Meg Cabot
11/9- Pages 201-279 (60 minutes)

Total Time: 150 minutes

Simulated Island Exeperience

    In class on Friday, we spent the first couple of minutes pretending we were the characters in the book, Lord of the Flies. We had to figure out how we would run the island,  look for food, find shelter, make S.O.S. signals and live. It was a disaster in my class. We wouldn't have made it past the first week.
   We all would of died. Nobody could decide on anything. Some people wanted to go off on their own, some wanted to be cannibals and some wanted to split up jobs. We didn't have a regulated order of how to do things, and nobody was interested in making one. We would have been faced with all the daily obstacles we do now, but instead of just going to the fridge for food we would slowly starve to death instead.