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2nd Period
Ms. Malone
This is a copperhead snake–bit rotten foot that had to get cut off. I didn’t have to get my foot cut off, because Mom saved me.
Instead, I interviewed murder suspects and had to clean snake guts off the bird feeders Sunday evening. Some of the guts were the same color as my hair. That’s gross. The houseflies on the snake guts were more gross.
Now that I know houseflies eat snake guts, I don’t want them crawling on my head.
I might have to move to Alaska. They don’t have many houseflies. They don’t have many worms, either. Alaska would be the best place ever, except for the whole sixty-degrees-below-zero-in-the-winter thing. Oh, and walruses. I saw a special about them last week. Walruses kind of freak me out.
Mom had to go to the hospital because she shot the snake and almost broke her shoulder. She didn’t stay long in the emergency room, because they sent her to Memphis. I want to go see her soon, but I’m not allowed to go on the unit where she stays. Being eleven years old sucks. When I’m twelve, I’ll be able to visit Mom when she’s sick. I hope she doesn’t forget about me while I can’t see her. Plus, Dad only knows how to cook fish sticks and hamburgers. Fish sticks and hamburgers get icky after a while.
Peavine, Angel, and me I went to the Abrams place. We didn’t find much. Angel says the ashes have dead people in them. That freaks me out almost as much as walruses.
C+
Needs more organization—and this was supposed to be two pages. Nice try. Also, illustrations really aren’t necessary. I’m glad no one was injured by the snake, and I’m sorry about your mom.
PS I have never been fond of walruses myself. They’re gigantic and wrinkly, and they look like they accidentally stuck straws up their noses.