As I slipped on my puffy black winter coat, I thought about what fun it would be to finally go out to dinner with my WHOLE family on a Saturday night. Talking and eating delicious food were only some of the things that I was looking forward to. I hadn’t done this in a while, since my dad had been away for ten days. I was barely used to having him home again since he had just returned from New Hampshire the day before. Just as we were ready to walk out the door, my dad’s cell phone rang.
“Hello?” he answered in a professional voice. I knew this meant it was someone from his work. I wondered who and what it was about. I watched my dad’s familiar face suddenly fall, like a scoop of ice cream falling off the cone to the ground.
“Ok.” He replied back to the unknown caller.
“I’ll book the earliest flight possible.” He hung up the phone and immediately started to get ready to leave.
” I’ve got to go to Rome.” He said to us in a disappointed voice. Rome? I knew it. My dad was always called unexpectedly for emergency news stories. The calls always seemed to come at the worst times. This was just another one of the many moments that my dad was pulled away from us. Another trip. All of a sudden, sadness flooded through me. It washed away all of the happiness, excitement, and optimism that ever existed. I watched my dad make many more phone calls.
‘How long will he be gone?’ I thought. ‘What about watching football on Sunday?’ I hugged him goodbye as hard as I could, even though he was still on the phone.
“See you soon.” I whispered trying not to sound upset. After all, it wasn’t his fault he had to leave. I struggled to hold tears back as I thought about what the night would be like without him. Tonight was supposed to be our night out. Tonight was supposed to be special. <<
- · Nice job! I loved how you described how much you were going to miss your dad and how that rush of sadness flooded through you. Also you had a excellent ending. Great slice!
- · I thought you did a really great job. I love the way you described how you were ready to say goodbye when he said I will book the earliest flight. Great job
Every year my family puts up our Christmas Tree! It is always so pretty and beautiful when I look at it. But like every year, there comes a time when my family must take it down. This was that day.
We started by taking down the ornaments, almost every single one had sentimental value! I took down a round ornament that I saw and started packing it up. Just then I remembered something.
“Hey guys” I said to my Mom, sister and brother. “Do you remember when I dropped this ornament 5 years ago and Dad had to fix it?”
My family remembered and we kept packing up ornaments.
“Wait!” said my sister. “Look at this! Do you remember how we got this ornament from my friend as a Christmas gift?”
We continued packing.
“I remember,” my Mom started. “When I was searching for this icicle looking ornament and I went to the store and they just had one package? I am so glad I took it!”
We all agreed.
“Hey” Stephen said, a little unsure, “didn’t we get this when I was born?”
“Yes” My Mom said!
This shows how even the littlest things can have so much meaning to us sometimes.
I was apple picking with my family on a breezy autumn day when an amazing golden apple caught my eye. The apple was absolutely magnificent and right away I knew I had to have it. The gleaming apple was on the top of a sturdy tree that towered over me and as I looked all along the tree the branches seemed to get farther and farther away from each other. Even though the climb looked tough I had to do it, I needed to know what that Golden Delicious would taste like.
When I finally had my feet planted I took a big bite out of the grapefruit sized apple. After that bite my mouth started to tingle, the apple was the juiciest, sweetest, and most succulent apple I’d ever had.
- Rachel: I really like all of your descriptions about the apple- where it was, what it looked like, and how you felt determined to get it. I also like your simile. This was a great slice.
- Wow! After reading that slice, I’m hungry for an apple! You described it really well . . . it made me feel like I was there!
- Thank god the apple was good!
- Wow, you’re a good writer. I love the suspense of you getting to your reward. Also how you said you felt a tickle in your mouth I thought it was a worm!
- I love the way you described as you were climbing the tree so you could get that one apple that you thought would be the best apple you have ever tasted, and I bet you were right in your own way.