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.