Buds 

 

I love to read my kids' work and here is a story I just had to share. It was written my twelve-year old in 6th grade.

I hope you enjoy this "bud".

 

MY WEIRD DAY

     I woke up on a nice day, hearing birds chirping and seeing sunlight come through my window. I got up, got dressed and went to the kitchen to get breakfast. I put some bread in the toaster. When it popped up, I got the jam out of the fridge.
     When I was opening the jam, the jam growled at me. Mittens, my cat, attacked the jar of jam.
     I couldn't watch.
     I heard the sound of glass shattering.
     I looked back and saw glass all over the floor and Mittens covered in jam.
     "Wow, Mittens," I said. "You sure took care of that jar."
     "Meow," said Mittens, as she licked the jam off of her.
     I never got to eating breakfast because I had to go to the bus stop. I put my Social Studies homework in my binder.
     "Hey!" said my binder.
     "What?" I said.
     "I have Science homework for breakfast, not Social Studies."
     I sighed. I put my binder into my backpack but my binder kept on yelling at me.
     I put my jacket and backpack on and headed for the front door. When I got to the bus stop, I saw my friend, Thomas.
     "Why do I hear yelling?" he asked.
     "My binder's yelling at me because it didn't like its breakfast."
     "I have the same problem with my lunch box. It doesn't like the lunches my Mom packs. Sometimes it even spits them out."
     "That's not true!" his lunch box said from inside his backpack.
     "Oh, shut up!" Thomas said to his lunch box.
     We heard something coming up the street. The bus! The bus screeched to a stop. When we got on the bus, there were only three kids and usually there were five or six. Maybe they got eaten by their binders or something.
     When we got to school, the teacher wasn't there. I got out my book and started reading.
     "Do you mind?" said the book. "I'm sleeping."
     "Oh! Sorry," I said. I closed the book and put it away. "Why is everything so mean today?" I said really loud.
     Everybody in the class looked at me.
     "Just wanted to know. He-he."
     When class started, we had to get out our binders. "Uh, teacher?" I said.
     "Yes?" said the teacher.
     "Can I use some duct tape?"
     The teacher threw me a roll of duct tape. I quickly took out my binder, took a paper out of it and duct taped its mouth shut. My binder was jumping around on my desk knocking off water bottles and binders. The binders that got knocked off got mad. They started knocking things off counters too.
     There goes the printer! There goes the fish tank! There goes the H bomb and...Hey! Wait a minute...BOOM!
     So you see, our whole school blew up because I fed my binder the wrong breakfast. Why did I have to? My binder is a picky eater. I hope your binder isn't like that.

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