SOL #6

                   I walked into the strange room, feeling wary and out of place. It was big, with black poorly painted walls, a stage with four very expensive cameras, and three tables in the middle of the wooden floor. They had green table cloth with about twelve chairs at every one, and kids no younger than me taking up about half of them. They were spaced out, looking shy all either writing or drawing in their notebooks. Except for the kids that new each other, they were talking and laughing. I didn't know where to sit. I picked the table and the least amount of people. I sat down and instantly took out my notebook to draw in it like everyone else. It took about ten minutes before an older woman walked into the room, wearing a red dress and she said:

                   "Welcome, Story makers' to the Rocky Mountain PBS Story Makers Contest writers workshop."

Sol #5

     I woke up to the sound of my brothers voice.

    "Max! Get up! You know what day it is." I had no idea what he was talking about. I sat up, rubbed my eyes and looked outside. There was snow, and something else, it was like a weird glow or something........Lights! Christmas! It all came back to me.

     I ran downstairs and slipping on the wooden floor I made my way into the living room. My Mom, Dad, and my brother were all sitting there next to the fire. My brother looking anxiously at his first present. Wait, present? No! we had to do stockings first.

     "We have to do stockings first," I said. "Its a tradition." That was the most recent word I had learned, being that I was only four at the time. I ran to my stocking over the fireplace. My brother struggled to catch up. We both ripped them down, and I poured it all onto the floor, candy! Candy everywhere! I was very happy until I realized that some of that candy was my brothers, and he was still pouring his out. He had more candy than I did! What kind of joke is this! But what was I supposed to say. Ti's the season after all.

Sol #4

                 I didn't like Thanksgiving. I just don't like the idea of a day where you eat a lot of food and get fat. The idea doesn't appeal to me. Also I don't like going around and saying what your thankful for. Going around in a circle after (or before if that's how you roll) eating. I think that if your thankful for something you should keep it to yourself.

I didn't like Thanksgiving.

SOL #3

       All I'm doing is moving my hands, but so much is happening on the screen. Movement, looking up, down, left right, moving forward, backwards. Virtual reality  being created by just moving fingers. Mouse clicks, moves, left clicks, moves again, clicks three times. Trying to adapt to what is going on on the screen. My eyes dart back and forth. W,A,S,D, space, M, comma, period, 1,2,3,4, Y,  all these keys being pressed depending on the situation.  I start thinking about the code going through my computer.

      I assume it would be Java, defiantly not HTML, well maybe for talking through the chat. C# possibly. Probably not C or C++. Python no. Defiantly. It also depends on which year this game was made. 1980s I presume, maybe 90s. Java wasn't really used that much back then, but it was starting to get famous. I don't know. Ill just focus back on the game.

Slice of Life #2

     Laying down in bed. My eyes feel like they are too tired to open, but its too late in the day to close them. My arm is coming up to cover my mouth every few seconds. I sniffle in between coughs. The white Kleenexes on the floor are covered in my gross nose fluids. I don't want to move, but it is so boring here.

   

     "Whats everyone at school doing right now," I wonder. I look at the clock 12:23. "Having lunch, Yup, I bet someone has already yelled at them to pick up a piece of trash or to sit down or something." I smile to myself. 

      I hate being sick. I feel just.....bad. There is no way to explain it, and it makes me mad.  But its fun to daydream about my friends getting in trouble so I don't feel left out.

Slice of Life #1

    Up, down, left and right there is forest. I am kind of fritened because I have never seen or been in any of these kinds of situations. I don't want to move just in case there is a tiger, or a cobra, or even a Tyrannosaurus Rex behind the tree that I am next to. I am 8 years old, alone in the woods, scared out of my pants. With nothing at all. No food, no water, no survival skills, no nothing. No Internet, no iPad, no WIFI! But I had to stay strong, keep my wits about me, and survive. For my family, and to have a future.

    My thoughts started to clear out of my head and I focused back to reality. I heard something. Not quite sure what it was, It sounded like water. Dripping, but constant. A stream! After a couple more seconds of investigation, I realized I was urinating. 

    "Come back Max!" My Dad yelled.

    "Fine,"I muttered, zipping up my pants and walking back to camp.

LAST SOL DAY. And a random moment

Today I woke up and realized that it is the last day of slice of life. Wow this has been a mix of emotions for me. It's very fun to read about other people'is lives but at the same time it is very hard to come up with things to write about for every day. I think back upon all of my slices and all of my funny moments all of my deep or sad moments.

Random moment today:
Later today I was over at my friends house. We were swinging on the swings trying to get as high as possible before jumping off. I was back my friend was forward. I started going forward and he started going back. When I cam back, there was no one on the swing.

That same day, we (my friend and I) were on his couches playing with a duck (stuffed) he said.

"Dude! It's just like indoor frisbee but with a duck!" I started cracking up because how could it be frisbee if there is no frisbee?

Anyway, it was a pleasure doing this slice of life challenge with you all.

WARNING: this sol is just a ramble

I have literally no idea of what I am going to do over spring break. Yesterday I did my chores (see my last SOL) but today I just lounged around. I have 7 more days of this. I have no idea what I am going to do, I'm going to go crazy!

Normal people go skiing or go on vacation and I just sit here staring at a screen all day. I do nothing, and soon enough I'm going to go back to school with all of my brains running out of my ears. You can tell that that is already happening because I couldn't come up with a good SOL. So I'm just rambling on about how I have nothing to do. This SOL might end shortly because I'm running out of things to say.

Also, a lot of other people go out to eat or go to the movies or something like that, I don't because I am never allowed to. I know this slice of life is really bad but I have to right about something and sometimes I can't think of anything. This is one of my days.

Saturday sucks

Most people think that Saturday is awesome. I would to, if I was a normal person. I wake up, usually I go to bed at like 11 o'clock the past night (which is late for me) so I just sit in my bed and think for a bit, while my body realizes it is up. Then, I walk downstairs, and tell my dad I want pancakes. He makes pancakes for my brother and I every Saturday. This is the only good part about Saturdays.

After breakfast, I start my chores. Every week, I have 46. Some of them are like mowing, sweeping the driveway and the patio, and mopping the kitchen floor, attending to the garden. And if I can't do one of these like if the weather isn't right, I have to vacuum the whole house. After what feels like the whole day, I go practice piano for 45 minutes, which in my mind is also kinda like torture and guess what? After practice I get to go to an hour lesson! So after 1 hr and 45 minutes of piano I go home and I can do whatever I want for 30 minutes, then I have to walk the dog, then homework, if there is none I get to do piano again. Then bed. This is every Saturday.

I wish I was normal

Nothing

I sit in my bed think about life. I do that a lot. I think about life. I think about life, and my day, and what I'm going to do tomorow. All the people in my life. My unit. My teachers. My assignments. My blog. Oh crap. MY BLOG! I scramble out of my bed. Race down the stairs. Grab my phone off the table and start typing.

There is NOTHING to type about. I sit and stare at the keyboard. Nothing, nothing. NOTHING! I ask my mom for suggestions but she just says.

"I don't care just go to bed."

Augg. Nothing nothing NOTHNG! I divide how to write about how there is nothing to write about.

I start off: I sit in my bed thinking about life.

Random moment #2

Looking death in the face is something that I have never done. However, I might have seen him far away. One day I was on the beach with my mom and brother. My mom has pictures or my brother and I playing in the waves. We got further and further apart. Until suddenly just my brother was there. I had fell into a ditch. I couldn't swim out. At the time I wasn't very smart as a six year old. If I had thought about it, I would have realized that the water is rushing into the hole from the surface (which is why I couldn't swim out) but from the bottom, the water rushes out. If I had gone under I might have been able to get out. I started screaming and slapping at the water. My brother came over, I screamed at him, he turned away. He didn't want to get sucked in with me. I screamed at my mom. She started screaming back.

"This better be real," watch off.
"You had better be drowning," coat.
"For real," camera.
"I'm not kidding!" Purse. She finnally came in and pulled me out.

The magic show

I looked without my eyes being able to focus. I soon find that I can see a little better, right now the girls are doing their trick. I can make out their mouths moving but I don't hear any words, my heart is pounding and my head is throbbing. Before I even know it they are done. Charlie and Dee Dee went up next, as soon as they were on they were off. Dave stood up and called my name. I almost said no but I stood up.

I walked over with cards in my hand and started my trick. I didn't really pay attention, most of what I was doing was muscle memory. After what seemed like two hours I herd thunderous applause. I looked up, wait a second. Is that directed towards me. That's impossible I so messed up, I could've done it, I had messed up seconds before in our rehearsal, this is impossible. I don't argue however and I walk off the stage. Ethan raises a hand and I give him a high five.

"Nice job," he said.

"Thanks," I said.

Elitches

"Hey, sir?" My mom asked. "Can my boys do this?" She said, pointing at the basketball hoop. This was a test bacically, if you can score six baskets in a row from where the guy puts you, and you get a big giant yoga ball covered in a sheet of any team logo you want.

"Sure," the guy said. He pointed at me,"you can go first." I walked up and took the ball he gave me. At the time, I was maybe five, I had taken some basketball lessons though. He didn't know that. He placed me at the layup zone. I took a shot. Swish. One. Two. Three. Four. Five. I focused on this one, my friends voice inside my head: no pressure! I positioned my hand right and let it go. I followed its track as it went right into the whole. Six. I turned to the guy standing there with his jaw dropped. He gave me a giant yoga ball and looked at my brother. He put him at the three pointer.

One. Two. Miss. Three. Miss. Four. Four out of six my brother got a regular sized basketball. I smiled and walked away.

Tomorrow

Every day is a different day every day brings a new life, life is in present past and future. We cannot live in the past nor the future and technically the present. Because once it exists it doesn't exist. So we are living in nothing.

Tomorrow brings a new day, except tomorrow doesn't exist either. It is just a word that we use to describe a day in the future. However, the future doesn't exist so therefore nothing in the future exists so tomorrow doesn't exist.

Yesterday is kind of like tomorrow as well, it is a word we use to describe the past. But like the future the past doesn't exist so therefore yesterday does not exist.

Now, now is pretty confusing. The instant that you live a moment. However, it takes a little time for light to get to your eyes. It takes time for you to see, hear, smell, and feel. Therefore we are living in the past. But that doesn't work either because that moment actually happened it just took a second for you to realize it.

We are living in a nothing.

(I don't know what this was, it just came to me and I decided to write it down)

My dog is a cuploa

I sit at the kitchen table, looking through the blogs. I see this one that looks interesting to me. It isn't that it looks cool or anything like that, it just was the first one I saw. I click on it and look at it. The first scent emcee of it is: my dog is a cupola. Ok I don't know what is funny about this, it was written by a first grader but I looked at it and just started cracking up right away. I leaned back into my chair and let my laughter consume me. A second later I hear other giggles and look up, my brother had taken my computer and looked at it too. We both laughed together and then my mom came over, and took one look at it and stared cracking up with us. My dad came up and soon joined in as well, our house was a ruckes as it was. But it wasn't enough until my dog came up and started barking at us.

"Do you think we should read the rest of it?" My brother asked through laughs.

"I don't think so," I said. I'm probably going to get a heart attack.

Haircut

It's funny how any small thing can make the person you are. It's also funny that any small change can make such a big difference. Today, I got a haircut, and how all things start is.

"Hey Max, do you want to go get a haircut now?"

"Eh, let me finish my thing"

"How long will it take?" My mom asked again.

"20 minutes."

"Alright," she said. Then, an hour and a half later we got in the car and drove to the place. We always go to the same one. It isn't particularly good, but it is called sports clips and they have TVs with sports on. So it's pretty good.

I sat down in the seat after talking to the lady at the front desk. Five minutes later I hear my name, I stand up and walk to the seat and sit down.

"Alright, we have a two and a half on the back and side, and a four on the top, is that what we are doing today?" I don't really care what I get.

"Sure," I said. She takes out her buzzer thing and gets to work. I don't pay attention and just watch the basketball that is on.

Ten minutes later she helps me up and I look at the strange boy in the mirror. I recognized his face but he didn't look familiar. I shrugged. It off and walked back to my mom sitting in the corner. The way she looked at me I knew that the boy on the mirror came with me.

"I know," I said. "You'll get used to it."

At least I tried. My day

Wake up
Stand up
Grab my coffe cup

Drink it down
Put on a shirt that is yellowish brown
Get in the car and head downtown

Get out
Stretch my arms about
Go through the door with doubt

Pick up a ball
Then I get a cell phone call
I lie to my brother and tell him I'm at the mall

I look at the net
I let the ball go, and boy it goes as fast as a jet
I can't believe I did that with out breaking a sweat.

I play for an hour
It wasn't that sour
Then I go home and take shower.

The sunset

I look out the window at the kitchen table. It is so beautiful. The red and yellows. Out just makes me think about how small the world is. How small we are. It just makes me really mad about how some people are fighting for our country and some people are willing to destroy something that beautiful. Something that amazing. Some people want to keep it, some people want to change it, and some people want it to disappear. But I just want it to stay the way it is. No violence, life, freedom, and religion.

It's funny how life works, all these little bad things happen, all these little good things happen, but in the big picture everything works out, no matter how bad or how good someone else's life is. You have to be you, and you have to live your life.

one more page

I stare at the pages.  I minimd the pages to 53 percent so there were four pages per row.  I look down at the page number : 9. One more to go.

I have done 59 pages I have one more to go
One more page. I am studying concept cars. These are a type of cat that doesn't exist. I think that it is pretty hard to research something that doesn't exist. But I look back at the page number. 9. There is nothing else to write about. Then I thought of my classmates.  They are getting a lot out of this too.  The very is that my treachery has to make a cake for them.  I'll do it for them.

Awesome new phone and 60 page paper

Yesterday I got this new phone that is pretty boss. My mom said that I could get any phone that I wanted add long as the price was under twenty bucks. We went to Costco and I found one that was thirty dollars. I thought that it looked pretty good.  It was a Samsung galaxy S4 mini. I asked my mom about it. And she said sure. Later she realized that the phone was a smart phone. The cashier told us about this giant deal.

1 hour later we walked out of Costco with 2 smart phones and a portable WiFi hot spot, and on the whole ride home I sat and tried to figure it out. When I got home, I sat in my chair and texted instead of doing my 60 page paper.

One hour I stare at the screen and read 10 pages. YES! I think in my head I did four, 20 more pages to write. Then, I look at the clock, 6:00 , oh my god. I still have to do my blog, challenge, and art assignment, and write twenty pages. I guess I don't get any cake. (see my last blog if this makes more sense)

The 60 page paper

I walked towards Kam, I was mad at her because she did way too many edits on my one page papers of my six cars. 

"Hey Kam, what would you do if I came back on Monday with 10 pages on each one of the cars," I was joking but Kam didn't know that.

"You do realize that that is 60 pages right?"

"Yeah I said," I was still joking.

"Well," she said, "I would buy you something at Starbucks."

"And get a cake for the class." 

"OK," she said. "But they have to be good."

"Sure," I said, I wasn't joking anymore.

Two days later on Saturday, I sat and stared at the nine and a half pages in front of me. I looked up at the ceiling and sighed. 51 more to go. 

Flappy bird

I watch as the little bird flaps it's tiny wings and goes through the green Mario tubes. I have nothing to do so I am playing flappy bird. Maybe one of the reasons that it is so addicting is that it relates so much to life. Like your a little bird, you start and most people get past 1 but some are better than others, some are more successful so they go further. But some are left behind. As the bird goes through life it can fail at any moment, one extra tap and the whole thing dies and you have to start over.

It's very wierd how video games can give you such a deep message.

The 90s catch

I sat and stared at the giant oversized bird go through two green Mario tube. This is the stupidest game in the entire world I thought to myself, but I still hit the start button. I looked up and saw Mo. In his pink shorts and flat brimmed hat. He was being marked by a guy in a white shirt and neon green shoes. Mo moved his hand back, flipped it forward and the disc went flying. I heard everyone yell 

"UUUUPPPPP," (thats what you say when the frisbee goes really far). The frisbee felt like that it was in the air more more than five minutes. Everyone just stood there. I followed the path of the frisbee and where I thought it was going to go. It lead right to the end zone. A second later I see my brother run up and another guy who was on the other team. The guy on the other team was twice as tall as my brother. My brother jumped and it seemed like he kept going up, and up, and up. His hand closed around the brim of the frisbee and he brought it back down.

The game was over and the person on the other team gave my brother a high five and a fist bump.

That was so 90s, I thought to myself and smiled.

Drawing

I sit there and stare at the blank peice of paper it seems like it needs something on it. It needs to show a picture of my feelings, my memories, my imagination, it needs to show my personality. This is why I love drawing the peice of paper, or the canvass, or even your arm. Any of these surfaces can show your own personal creativity, your imagination, your feelings anything at all. I place the pencil onto the white sheet.  go lowly, I go diagonal to the left. i get more and more focused, more and more tuned out of the world As it goes along I don't even know what I am doing anymore. The pencil seems to work on its own. It moves around. I am almost ready to let go of it. Once I am done I look down at what I have done

My old school

Before I came to the school that i'm at right now, I was at a school called Polaris at Ebert. People call it Ebert or Polaris. Let me just start with the bus drivers. Some were nice, some were mean, some went to Elitches and then was one hour. Some skipped your bus stop on purpous and you could see your parent out the window as you pass, cursing and shaking a fist. Some said that you you had to be quiet when she put on the lights. But no one could see the lighs EVER.  Some were just plain funny and said: R U goin to Ebut? And some just never came to your stop. 

Also, the lunches. They weren't that bad, me for one, I had cold lunch but all my friends got hot lunch. It looked pretty good , however, there were some weird things, like root beer milk. 

Most of the teachers were pretty good. Some of them mere really awesome, like Mr. Semler, and some were just weird like Mrs. Quimby. She was sommetimes mean and other times just plain...........(sorry) stupid. She said: "I hate kids, I'm never going to have kids" (by the way this was in front of 25 fourth graders, she's a teacher, and she has grand kinds :) wow)

Anyway even though that it wasn't as good as Logan, it was ok, and it made me what I am today, I will never be able to owe what teachers and schools deserve. 

Homework

Thoughts are running through my head like when a swarm of bees attack you and you have no idea which one to swat at first so you just flail your hands and hope they go away, but they don't because you never will hit one of you don't look at where your aiming. Sweat is running down my face and glaze over my eyes so I can't see my computer screen anymore. It is like a waterfall and it just keeps coming, I didn't realize that I could even hold this much water in my body. I start uncontrollably shivering even thought its almost 70 degrees outside. My fingers shake and I know that I wont be able to hit any key or even type a word. I check the clock and see that it is time to go in four minutes. My fingers start trying to type and I finally get a sentence down. After what seems like sixteen minutes I finally finish. I sit back in my chair and look up at the ceiling, and think, why would any teacher in the right mind put this kind of stress on their own kid.

Random moment

I was in third grade so I got mad at virtually everything. After lunch I ran outside the brick beige building. I was the first one onto the turf feild. My friend Clay through me the football, I caught it and smiled. Football at the time wasn't my greatest thing. When we started picking people for the teams. Clay picked me first. Thank god for that guy, if it wasn't for him, I wouldn't be as confident as I am now. I ran to his side and stood proud. Then, a kid named Jackson who thought that he was the king of the world. He came over, he picked me up. He carried me over to the sidelines and sat me down. Then I looked into his eyes. With a look of pley in my eyes. But what his eyes said was: stay boy. He smiled and stood next to Clay in my place. Clay then pushed him onto the ground. I smiled and thought Get him! Jackson punched him in the ribs and Clay then fell on the ground. I stood up. I walked over and let Jackson hit me too. Then I screamed. That was my plan see, I made a teacher come over, I got in trouble as well but it was worth it to see Jackson scared for once.

Talent show.

When I stare at the black and white keys and look up at the music. Black dots here and there. Lines here and there, I scan over it one more time as I close it up.

"Time to go Max," my Mom said. Withought a word I got up and walked out the door. I didn't speak throughout most of the day. It was pretty normal untuil I walked outside for Lunch. I don't know why but it just happened. Sweat came pouring down my face. I wasn't even thinking about what I was going to do in 20 minutes. It just came.

I had a normal lunch and talked with my friends. Then, without going out for recess I went straight to the gym. I sat down at the piano in the middle. I stared at it and started to play. I didn't think about what I was doing my hand just went to the right keys. When I was finished, I heard applause. I looked around and saw e rest of the people in the talent show, and I smiled and thanked them.

As everyone that wasn't in the show was coming in. I started to pace back and forth. I also started to think to myself: why did I sign up for this. I'm going to fail. Everyone is going to hate me. Then I heard Ania's voice.

"Max, please sit down," I nodded and did as I was told.

Within seconds I heard my name.

"Up first we have Max, playing piano!" Crap, I thought, and started walking towards the piano. At that moment, I knew for a fact that I was going to fail. I sat down and forgot everything that I was told. I didn't take a deep breath, I didn't feel comfortable, and I wanted it to all stop. I played throught my song very fast and messed up about six times. I cursed in my head when I got to the end. I had to play the last measure like three times.

I hate it when I practice so well and then fail when it's supposed to sound good.

Sol 5/31

I step in, and have no idea where I'm going or what's in store for me. I look around and see that I'm inside a capsule. There are benches and there is a stand in the middle with a iPad looking thing on it. Then, I realize where I am. I'm in London with my family, and we just got on the London eye. I sit down, and feel a lurch. We went up about 20 feet and I thought to myself. Wow, this is going to take a long time. After we got past the halfway point, I decided to stand up and go see what the iPad is all about. I tap the screen, and I see lost of buildings. Oh. It's a 360 degree camera view of the top. I randomly click on one, I had no idea what it is. I blink and then look back at the screen and my eyes widened. I walked to my mom and said.

"I think I just accidentally stumbled on Mi6 headquarters."

Sol 6/31

I sit and stare at the blank page on my computer. I have no idea what to write for this slice of life. After five minutes I decide to listen for some songs that I like for some inspiraotion. I have no idea what to listen to. So I just go to my Macklemore playlist I pick my favorite Macklemore song. Make the Money.

"Now this is my job, I will not quit it, pulled me out the depths when I thought when I was finished, yeah I question, if I can go the distance that's just the work regardless who is listening."

I love this song because it makes me think. It makes me think about myself. It just makes me think.

"A true artist won't be satisfied .So I guess that's the sacrifice. And I say. Make the money, don't let the money make you. Change the game don't let the game change YOU". 

Wow. How I think of this part is: whoever you are you do what you want, you be you and your not going to be anyone one else even if you try. So you be proud of who you are and even if you get rejected or even if you get embarrassed raise your head and put one foot in front of the other one. 

3/31

I see my friend with the frisbee in his hand I have no idea where he was going to throw it. His hand moved backwards and his eyes were fixed onto me. I knew he was going to throw it in this direction his hand started to move back. I saw his marker (person guarding him) move his hand to cover the throw. My friend veers away from it and manages to make the throw. It moves very fast, but it seems like it's goes in slow motion. I can tell it would sail over my head so I turned around and started running in the opposite direction towards the touchdown. I see a crowd of people up ahead and that was were the frisbee was headed. I noticed that there was only one person on my team but he wasn't that good. So I had to catch it. I ran as fast as I could. I jumped, and I swear I got so high, I felt the frisbee on my hands, and at that moment I forgot all about the crowd right at my knees. I fell. I fell where I wanted to. I touched the ground and opened my eyes back up. I saw the frisbee in my hand, and I also saw the entire crowd on the ground.

Slice # 2/31

     

As I sit down to read a book called Half Brother I don't know whats in store for me, action? Love? Violence? My eyes glaze over as I stare down at the black shapes. Scanning fast through each word. I immerse myself into the paper and subconsciously imagine myself being sucked into a world of imagination. I like to imagine what the author was thinking when they wrote this book, because anything that they wanted to say, anything they want the character to do they could do that.

     That is the beauty of writing. Have you ever been reading a book and the person did this or that or if you wish that they didn't die or something. That is what you can do when you write, you can make anything you want to. 

     As I read I feel my face move. My eyebrows move down and up, and my mouth moves up down and then open. I get sucked into the world and I am in a 3d animation of everything. That is when you know a book is perfect for you. When you get sucked into it and you cant get out. My imagination kicks in as I think of how cool it would be to do what the person in my book does, how cool it would be to have what he has and want what he wants, how cool it would be to BE him. Then, reality kicks in and I remember that that is impossible.

     Then, I close the book and stand up, I am done. 

Slice # 1/31

         

My name is Max Van Sickle. I'm in 7th grade. I am studying Concept Cars for my unit. I obsess over Monkeys sometimes. I like sports like Basketball Soccer and Racquetball. 

When my brother lost his glasses lens we were in Fairplay Colorado.  My dad was an actor in a movie called broken fences we were in the middle of a field.  And there was a donkey in the field.

            We were walking around the field: my brother, my mom and myself. I was 5 years old, and my brother 7. My mom looked over at my brother and sighed.

"Jake you lost your glasses lens again" She said.

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to," he said cowering a little

"I guess we have to find it," my mom said. That's when I chimed in.

"I'll find it, I'm the best, you call me eagle eyes," I said loudly (I used to have a very high ego). I saw my Mom smile which made me stand up straighter.

"Yes, yes I do"

"NO," my brother yelled " you call me eagle eyes too! I'm going to find it!" So it was settled it was a game for the prize of eagle eyes So we spread out and started looking. Back when I was five I had a short attention span so, for about 10 minutes I looked very hard and then suddenly I lost interest and started to walk over and see the donkey. While I was walking over I saw something shiny and clear I bent down and put it in my pocket. I thought it was a quarter but anyway, I kept walking to the donkey. I sat and stared at it for a very very long time, until my mom came over.

"Did you find it?" She asked.

"No, I said, but I did find a quarter!"

"Oh a quarter, that's cool, chat date was it made in?"

"I don't know," I said, but I took it out if my pocket and gave it to her. She looked at it and said.

"Max this isn't a quarter, it Jak-"

"Oo, is it a dollar! I'm going to find more to help you save up to get Jake another pair of glasses!"

Homework

I look down at the problem that is in front of me. It taunts me and haunts me. Theres no way that I can do that. My mom always says: 'skip it and go onto the next one honey'. But if I did that I still have to come back to to it. I skip it anyway. I fly through the next few problems. #s 28-56. 67-69. and 13-29. I look down at the full five pages. I love the feeling of getting something done. I go on to my History paper that was due the next day on Tuesday. It takes me about three hours. I think to myself: why would any teacher in the right mind give me that much homework in that little time. Wow.

The next morning I wake up, get packed and sit down to read until its time to go. The drive to school I think back on how much homework I had, and when I get to school  I walk up to James and said.

"Dude all of those math problems were exhausting last night."

"You know you only had to do the evens right?" I looked at him, a look of surprise on my face that suddenly turned into disgust, and then a smile.

"No," I said "Noway."

"Way bro." My day was now ruined.

I walked up to Nate next and said.

"Wow how long did it take you to do that History paper last night."

"You did it last night?" He said. "It's due next week."

SOL

The pencil glides across the paper. The world starts to get fuzzy, the only thing that I can see is a shape starting to take a form on my piece of paper. I can’t think about anything right now. I’m zoned out. The pencil seems like it has a mind of its own. I’m not thinking. The world seems like nothing. All of existence is gone. Leaving just me and this piece of paper. Me this piece of paper, and a face of some dude. All of that, for just a face of one dude on a piece of paper. How lame is that. I sat there staring at my fail. I just sat and watched it. Saying over and over again in my head: ‘a face of one dude’. Wow.

“Max time for dinner,” my brother said.

“Ok,” I said.

Slice of life # 6,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000 (it feels like)

"Here's the snap." "Long hail mary to the far left corner!" "Caught." "Touchdown Denver Broncos." "The Broncos are going to AFC championship."
"Yeah and they don't have to go far, it's gonna be right here."
"YES!" I yelled.
"Awww man," said James. "At least it was a quick death," I looked over and saw him smiling.
"It's just a silly game," I said.
"Not really."
"Yeah your right," I sat down to watch the commercials.
"Hey, you wanna play lazer tag?" He asked.
"Im good," I said as I immersed into the TV. I don't have a TV at my house so whenever I get a chance to watch I always take it. But whenever I tell anyone that I don't have a TV they say that it's good for me. I have always agreed with them. I mean it's just lights inside of a big box that is just plugged into the wall. It makes brain cells take up more energy so it basically makes your brains run out of every whole in your body. It doesn't make you think, and you also never really remember anything that you learn from TV. It's also addicting and I don't want to get addicted.
"Actually, sure," I said. I'll play lazer tag."

Slice of Life over Break

          The warm and cold sensation of the ice cream crepe, chocolate all over my face as I walk down the endless busy streets of New York City. First into a bookstore, then into a cafe. then into a grocery store, and finally my favorite, into FAO swartz.
          There are even more people in this toy store. The sea of people and the varying heights being the waves. The only advantage that I had was being small. Everyone else seemed like they were seven foot basketball players getting late Christmas presents for their kids. I swam under the waves and occasionally getting a breath to look for my siblings or to look at the merchandise around me.
         I made my way over to the magic booth where I picked up a few tricks before everyone came to see the guy that looked like a cheesy palace guard preform. I was happy when I got back onto the subway, and when I got back to where we were staying, I thought to myself, ' its good to be alive for another day'. I ran up the three flights of stairs, plopped down onto the couch and watched NETFLIX or lights in a box as my dad calls it.