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            <title>Penelope the wanna be</title>
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            <description><![CDATA[<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="">&nbsp;</span><span style=
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<span style="font-size: 18pt;">PENELOPE THE WANNABE&nbsp;</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style=
"font-size: 16pt; font-family: Forte;">&nbsp;</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style=
"font-size: 14pt; font-family: Forte;"><span style=
"">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;</span></span> <span style=
"font-size: 14pt; font-family: &quot;Lucida Handwriting&quot;;">Once upon a
time there was a girl named Penelope. She was a step sister to two other girls
that were never nice. She was always waiting to have a chance to prove that she
was better then everyone said she was. Everyone said she was always a mean
person and never wanted to help anyone and always pushed people away that
needed her help. Well…. She is nothing like that. She is a kind and generous
person that helps anyone that she can. Her step sister’s names are Kaitlyn and
Sarah. Sarah was the youngest one and Kaitlyn was the oldest. Sarah was a
little nicer than Kaitlyn but you really couldn’t tell.<span style=
"">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;</span>
<span style="">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;</span> But they never let
poor little Penelope do anything. They would make her do all the chores. When
she wanted to go somewhere with her friends, they would always keep her home
and have her do their chores. They would always keep her locked up in her room
when boys came to the house to visit her. Her step sisters would always keep
the boys in the living room and talk them into liking them instead of
Penelope.<span style=
"">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;</span>
<span style=
"">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;</span>
There were only two guys that would never like Penelope’s step sisters. Their
names were Matt and Jessey. Matt has known Penelope almost his whole life and
Jessey just knows how hard her life is at home and likes her for the person she
is. Penelope likes both of these guys too. Penelope, her step sisters, and the
boys are all seniors in high school and can’t wait to graduate. But before they
graduate there must be a dance and everyone in the school shall pick a
homecoming king and queen. Well, when the dance came along her step sisters
went and bought brand new dresses. The dresses were beautiful. They made
Kaitlyn and Sarah look like they were princesses. The dresses had lace all over
and had puffy sleeves and silk gloves. Sarah’s was green. Kaitlyn’s dress was
pink. She asked if she could go. They said no. They said she had to stay there
and clean their rooms and scrub the floors. They gave her a list of chores that
was a mile long.<span style=
"">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;</span>
<span style="">&nbsp;</span><span style="">&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;
&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;</span>
When the limo came to pick them up and take them to the dance, they jumped in
and were gone that quick. Penelope sat scrubbing the floor crying.<span style=
"">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;
&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;
&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;
&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;
&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;</span> Then all of a sudden, there
was a noise at her window. It was Matt and Jessey! They had come to take her to
the dance. She was telling them about the list of chores and how she could not
go to the dance because of her step sisters. They said they knew about the
chores. They would have her back at her house before midnight. (That is when
the danced ended.) Matt and Jessey finally got her to go.<span style=
"">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;</span>
<span style=
"">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;</span><span style="">&nbsp;</span><span style="">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;
&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;
&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;</span> “But I
don’t have anything to wear except these old dirty rags.” replied
Penelope.<span style=
"">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;</span>
<span style=
"">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;
&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;</span> Jessey’s mom and
dad had recently bought this big box of costumes. He had brought her a
beautiful dress. It looked even better then her step sisters’ dresses. She
looked at it and gasped. <span style="">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;</span> “How did you
get this?” she asked. <span style=
"">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;</span>
“My mom and dad got these costumes. I brought it for you to wear to the dance.
So get out of those rags and change into this”.<span style=
"">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;</span>
<span style=
"">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;</span><span style="">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;</span>
She ran into the bathroom and got the dress on. She came out of the bathroom a
few minutes later. The boys just stared. <span style=
"">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;</span>
Do you think it is too much?” she asked. <span style=
"">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;</span><span style="">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;</span><span style="">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;</span>
“No” they both said at once.<span style=
"">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;</span>
<span style="">&nbsp;</span><span style=
"">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;</span>
“Here.” Jessey said “I brought you a mask also so no one can recognize
you.”<span style=
"">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;</span>
<span style=
"">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;</span><span style="">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;
&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;</span> <span style="">&nbsp;</span> “OK” she said. The
mask was also beautiful. <span style=
"">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;</span><span style="">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;</span>
Well, are we ready?” Matt asked.<span style=
"">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;</span>
<span style=
"">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;</span><span style="">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;</span>
“Yes” they said.<span style=
"">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;</span>
<span style="">&nbsp;</span><span style=
"">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;
&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp;</span> So they all climbed into the car and
went off for the dance. They got to the dance. The boys helped Penelope out of
the car. The boys walked down the stairs to the dance floor. Once they got to
the bottom of the floor they looked around. Everyone was staring at something.
They turned around and noticed it was Penelope. She slowly started walking down
the stairs. <span style="">&nbsp;</span>Matt helped her onto the
floor.<span style=
"">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;</span>
<span style=
"">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;</span><span style="">&nbsp;</span>“May
I have this dance?” asked Jessey.<span style=
"">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;</span>
<span style="">&nbsp;</span><span style=
"">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;</span>“Yes
you may.” Penelope said.<span style=
"">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;</span>
<span style="">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;</span><span style=
"">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;</span><span style="">&nbsp;</span>So
they danced. They waited until the song was over. Then they got some punch out
of the punch bowl to drink. Penelope realized that this was as much fun as she
has had since her father died. Then Penelope’s step sisters stared at
her.<span style="">&nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;</span> They
started whispering to each other. “She looks familiar.” <span style=
"">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;</span>
They said Penelope realized that a lot of people were looking at her. She
didn’t realize that in that crowd that her two step sisters Kaitlyn and Sarah
were staring at her. Then what happened to Penelope next would amaze her. The
most wanted and cutest boy in 12th grade asked her to dance. The cutest boys
name was Jon.&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; <span style=""><br /></span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style=
"font-size: 14pt; font-family: &quot;Lucida Handwriting&quot;;">“Really you
want to dance with me?” she asked. <span style=
"">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;</span><span style=
"">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;</span>
“Yes” he said.<span style="">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;</span>
<span style=
"">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;</span><span style="">&nbsp;</span><span style="">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;
&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp;</span> “Okay” she said.
<span style=
"">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;</span><span style="">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;</span><span style="">&nbsp;</span>
She was so excited. They danced and then all of a sudden she heard the clock
chime. <span style=
"">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;</span><span style="">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;
&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp;</span> “OH NO!” she said. She ran and grabbed Matt
and Jessey. They ran up the stairs. Jon come shouting behind her.<span style=
"">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;</span>
<span style=
"">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;
&nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp;</span> “Come back!” he yelled. “What is your name?”
He shouted 2 or 3 times.<span style="">&nbsp;</span> <span style=
"">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;
&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;
&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;
&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;</span> But yet, she ran and hoped to get home in
time to make sure her step sisters and step mother wouldn’t realize she had
left. Under all of this chaos, she had dropped her necklace. Her necklace had
her initials on it. Her initials were P.R.O. Her initials stood for Penelope
Rose Osmond. Her father had made this for her 10<sup>th</sup>
birthday.<span style="">&nbsp;</span> She has had it ever since. Jon found the
necklace on the stairs. He looked at it and noticed that those letters were
engraved into it. Well, she got back to her house and made it back just in time
to find her step mother and her step sisters just driving down the street. She
had time to get out of the dress and back into her other clothes before they
got out of the car and into the house. Matt and Jessey left just in time also.
Her step sisters asked her what she had been doing this whole time. She told
them she had been doing the chores on the list and scrubbing the
floors.<span style=
"">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;
&nbsp;</span> They said, “We thought we saw you at the dance?” <span style=
"">&nbsp;</span>“Nope, I have been here or I wouldn’t have gotten all the
chores done if I would have gone to the dance.” Penelope replied. <span style=
"">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;</span>
“Well, we are going to bed and getting our towels ready for in the morning when
we take our showers!” they yelled as they went up stairs to bed.<span style=
"">&nbsp;&nbsp;</span> <span style=
"">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;
&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;
&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;
&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;</span> Penelope slept in the
basement as much as she wanted her bedroom back but her step sisters were
sleeping in there now.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style=
"font-size: 14pt; font-family: &quot;Lucida Handwriting&quot;;">The next
morning they woke up, took their showers, and they were off to school. When
they got there, they realized that there were flyers and banners everywhere.
“What is all of this?” complained the step sisters.<span style=
"">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;</span>
<span style="">&nbsp;</span><span style=
"">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;</span>
“This is to help me find my soul mate that I danced with at the dance and all
of a sudden she ran off.” said Jon. When Penelope heard this news, she was so
excited. But she thought that if Jon found out that it was her, he would drop
all of the soul mate talk and say never mind. So she was scared to tell him who
he danced with at the dance. Well, as you might as well know the step sisters
were so excited they ran to try to tell Jon that it was them. They met him in
the lunch room tables.<span style=
"">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;</span>
<span style=
"">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;
&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;</span> “I am the one” Sarah said.
<span style=
"">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;</span><span style="">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;</span><span style="">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;
&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp;</span> “Oh really” asked Jon. “If you
the one then I have a question to ask you. The girl I was dancing with at the
dance with dropped something, what was it?” he asked them.<span style=
"">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;</span>
<span style="">&nbsp;</span> “Easy” they said. “It was a cell
phone.”<span style=
"">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;</span>
<span style=
"">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;</span>
“No,” he replied. <span style=
"">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;</span>
“A bandana?”<span style=
"">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;</span>
<span style="">&nbsp;</span><span style=
"">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;</span>
“No”<span style=
"">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;</span>
<span style="">&nbsp;</span><span style=
"">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;</span>
“A wrist watch?”<span style=
"">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;</span>
<span style=
"">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;</span>
“No, How about you girls go on. I need to find my true love that loves music as
much as I do” He exclaimed. He looked at Penelope “Haven’t seen you around here
to much, are you new?” He asked.<span style=
"">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;</span>
<span style=
"">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;</span><span style="">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;</span><span style="">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;</span>
“No” she said. Then when she turned around, the boy saw something in her
backpack.<span style=
"">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;</span>
<span style=
"">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;</span>
“Hey” he yelled at Penelope. “Come back.” <span style=
"">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;</span><span style="">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;</span>
She remembered like it was last night. “Huh” she said. “That mask in your
backpack it was the one that the girl I danced with was wearing,” he told
her.<span style=
"">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;
&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;
&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;
&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;</span> She sat down with him and told him
the story about everything that has happened and the reason she had to leave
the dance early.<span style=
"">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;
&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;
&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;
&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp;</span> “Oh my goodness it sounds like you are worked
like a slave.” He said.<span style=
"">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;</span>
<span style=
"">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;</span>
“Yep” she said “Ever since my dad died.”<span style=
"">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;</span>
<span style=
"">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;</span>
“I am sorry." said Jon. <span style=
"">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;</span><span style="">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;</span><span style="">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;
&nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp;</span> “It’s okay” she said. “I thought that you would be
disappointed when you found out it was me who you danced with at the dance” she
told him.<span style=
"">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;</span>
<span style="">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;</span><span style=
"">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;</span>
“No” he said. “Why would you think that?” he asked.<span style=
"">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;</span> <span style=
"">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;</span>
“I am not a popular girl and I don’t have a whole lot of money.” She replied to
him. <span style=
"">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;</span><span style="">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;</span>
"That doesn’t matter. What matters is what is in the inside” he said. So they
began dating and they graduated together. And they lived happily ever after.
What happened to her step sisters, well, let’s just say they don’t like the
place they are working to earn daily allowance.&nbsp;</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style=
"font-size: 14pt; font-family: &quot;Lucida Handwriting&quot;;">&nbsp;</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"><span style=
"font-size: 16pt; font-family: &quot;Baskerville Old Face&quot;;">Natosha
Slaven <span style="">&nbsp;&nbsp;</span></span></p>
]]></description>
            <pubDate>Tue, 29 Sep 2009 15:17:46 +0100</pubDate>
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            <title>Adventures of Miguel The Monkey</title>
            <link>http://grou.ps/noelclassof2010/blogs/item/adventures-of-miguel-the-monkey</link>
            <description><![CDATA[<p class="MsoNormal"><b><i><span style=
"font-family: &quot;Harlow Solid Italic&quot;;"><span style=
"">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;</span></span></i></b> <b><span style=
"font-size: 14pt; font-family: &quot;Old English Text MT&quot;;">Once upon a
time there was a monkey named Miguel. Miguel would always take care of his kids
and play with them. One day Miguel went on a journey to find gold, food, and a
safer place to live. Where he lived was a bunch of crimes, robberies, and a lot
of people lost their houses and jobs too. When Miguel stopped on his journey to
search the place, he found some gold and a lot of food. But there were bad
people there too. After a month Miguel’s family started getting worried because
he said he would be back in a week and a half. The oldest son, Jose said that
he would go look for his father. So he started his journey. After a day, Jose
got to where his father was staying. He saw that he was building a house in a
nice neighborhood with no bad things happening. Miguel and Jose
talked.<span style=
"">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;</span>
<span style="">&nbsp;</span><span style="">&nbsp;</span></span></b></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><b><span style=
"font-size: 14pt; font-family: &quot;Old English Text MT&quot;;"><span style=
"">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;</span> Miguel said, “Now, son I want you to
go back home and bring the rest of the family here.” <span style=
"">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;</span>Jose
said, “Okay, dad I will.” And so Jose went back home and got all the rest of
the family and their belongings. Then they came to the new city where they
would live for now. They lived happily ever after.<span style=
"">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;</span></span></b></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><b><span style=
"font-size: 14pt; font-family: &quot;Old English Text MT&quot;;">&nbsp;</span></b></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><b><span style=
"font-size: 14pt; font-family: &quot;Old English Text MT&quot;;">&nbsp;</span></b></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><b><span style=
"font-size: 14pt; font-family: &quot;Old English Text MT&quot;;"><span style=
"">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;</span>
<span style="">&nbsp;</span>Alexis Lazalde</span></b></p>
]]></description>
            <pubDate>Tue, 29 Sep 2009 14:59:15 +0100</pubDate>
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            <title>The liar</title>
            <link>http://grou.ps/noelclassof2010/blogs/item/the-liar</link>
            <description><![CDATA[<p class="MsoNormal"><span style=
"font-size: 36pt; font-family: &quot;Comic Sans MS&quot;;"><span style=
"">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;</span> O</span><span style=
"font-size: 16pt; font-family: &quot;Comic Sans MS&quot;;">nce upon a time
there was a kid named Jimmy. He was pasturing sheep. One day he stopped and
said this is boring. He thought about doing something different. He remembered
that every day he watched men working.<span style="">&nbsp;</span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style=
"font-size: 16pt; font-family: &quot;Comic Sans MS&quot;;">The next day he
acted evil and he screamed</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style=
"font-size: 16pt; font-family: &quot;Comic Sans MS&quot;;">“Help, help, a woof
is eating my sheep’s!”</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style=
"font-size: 16pt; font-family: &quot;Comic Sans MS&quot;;"><span style=
"">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;</span> The workers heard the kid and
came running to see what was happening. And the worker said, “Where is the
woof!”<span style="">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;</span>
<span style=
"">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;</span><span style="">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;</span><span style="">&nbsp;</span>The
kid started to laugh and said,” Ha, I was just kitting.” <span style=
"">&nbsp;</span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style=
"font-size: 16pt; font-family: &quot;Comic Sans MS&quot;;"><span style=
"">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;</span> The workers went back to work.
Then again the boy screamed “Help, help a woof is eating my sheep.”</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style=
"font-size: 16pt; font-family: &quot;Comic Sans MS&quot;;"><span style=
"">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;</span> The workers came running
and said, ” Where is the wolf?”</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style=
"font-size: 16pt; font-family: &quot;Comic Sans MS&quot;;"><span style=
"">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;</span> The kid laughed again and
said, “ I was just kitting.”</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style=
"font-size: 16pt; font-family: &quot;Comic Sans MS&quot;;"><span style=
"">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;</span> The workers went back to
their work. Once again the boy screamed and said, “Help, help a wolf is eating
my sheep.”</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style=
"font-size: 16pt; font-family: &quot;Comic Sans MS&quot;;"><span style=
"">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;</span> And the workers said, “ He is
just lying.”<span style="">&nbsp;</span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style=
"font-size: 16pt; font-family: &quot;Comic Sans MS&quot;;"><span style=
"">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;</span> They didn’t go. The boy was
screaming and screaming. The workers said he’s screaming a lot. They said,
“Let’s go check.” <span style="">&nbsp;</span>When they got where the kid was,
there was a real wolf. <span style="">&nbsp;</span>He had eaten all of the
sheep.</span></p>
]]></description>
            <pubDate>Tue, 29 Sep 2009 14:26:13 +0100</pubDate>
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            <title>Cookie and Freddy</title>
            <link>http://grou.ps/noelclassof2010/blogs/item/cookie-and-freddy</link>
            <description><![CDATA[<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 18pt;"><span style=
"">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;</span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 14pt;">&nbsp;</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 14pt;"><span style=
"">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;</span> Once
upon a time a there was a dog named Cookie. She was very nice and helpful that
she work very hard on the fields with her framer. One day Cookie went to the
fields by herself because she heard a loud noise. When Cookie got there she
found a dog that was hurt Cookie run to get her framer. The framer run to see
the dog, the framer carry the dog into the house. The framer said that the dog
had a broken leg than the framer left Cookie to take care her of the dog. Than
the dog woke up and Cookie asked the dog what was its name, the dog said that
his named was Freddy. After two weeks Freddy’s leg was fine that soon Cookie
became good friends with Freddy they both helped the framer on the fields. They
liked working on the fields everyday but the framer told Cookie and Freddy to
take a break for working so hard on the fields.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 14pt;"><span style=
"">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;</span> <span style=
"">&nbsp;</span>After six weeks Cookie was pregnant she was going to have
puppies the framer was so excided for Cookie and for Freddy. But what Cookie
couldn’t work she couldn’t do the things she likes because she was pregnant and
had to be careful. The day came when Freddy became a daddy it was so cool said
Freddy. A month after that Cookie was able to go back to work while her kids
were playing around. They meet some other puppies to play with
everyday</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 14pt;"><span style=
"">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;</span> <span style=
"">&nbsp;</span>One day the puppies were playing outside and soon a wolf appear
and the puppies started to run all around the place. Soon Cookie went to see
what was going on she side “what do you want you big bad wolf” but the wolf
just kept on running after the puppies. The big bad wolf only got to eat one
little puppy but he said “I will be back for more you’ll see.” The next day the
big bad wolf came back but what was surprise that the farmer was going to kill
him so the wolf run off and never cane back thought Cookie was never going to
forget about one of her puppy. The farmer, Cookie, Freddy, and the puppies were
sad but the farmer said that he could adopt another puppy. The other puppies
were saying “yes we are going to have another brother”. And the next day they
were excited to play with the new puppy and they lived happily ever
after.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 14pt;">&nbsp;</span></p>
]]></description>
            <pubDate>Tue, 29 Sep 2009 14:26:08 +0100</pubDate>
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            <title>The creatures</title>
            <link>http://grou.ps/noelclassof2010/blogs/item/the-creatures</link>
            <description><![CDATA[One day there was a drought across an unknown land on the earth. No one knew
about this strange land so no one could help the living creatures being
affected by the drought. So all the creatures spread across the land and were
moving toward modern day cities. Everyone was frightened by the strange
creatures. The large creatures tore down trees and people had to dodge the big
animal’s feet just to survive. The smaller creatures infested houses and got
into food. People would have thought that the fluffy creatures would have made
good pets if they weren’t terrorizing the city. So people gathered any type of
weapon they could and tried to drive the animals away. This angered the
creatures and made them attack the population. The giant creatures used their
massive bodies, claws, trunks and any other affective body part they had to
fight the human population. The smaller creatures bit people and gave them
strange diseases. After a few days the military showed up and tried to gun down
the creatures. The Bullets could not penetrate their rough skin and thick fur.
Only large weapons could bring one of these creatures to their knees. The
military did not have any food because the smaller creatures got into it so
they used the large animals for food. The large creatures saw how their own
kind was being slaughtered and this made them even more furious. Even though
the creatures would have gladly tried to destroy the city they moved on. They
moved towards the ocean and found a small village. The village thought that
this was the end and they were probably right because the creatures just
trampled the poor village. Moving closer to the ocean the giant creatures began
to sink into the sand. They turned around and headed back towards the village.
By then the military heard that the large creatures were spotted near the
village so they set up a full scale attack. When the large creatures returned
to the village they were attacked by a barrage of missiles and explosions. The
military even sent a few aircraft carriers because they believed that the
hundreds of creatures were that dangerous. The creatures were cornered and
there was no possible escape. Men were closing in on them and the creatures
were trying to break through but were gunned down with heavy weaponry before
they could make it. A few scientific citizens tried to stop the military saying
they wanted to study the creatures but they were pushed aside. This was the end
of these strange creatures.]]></description>
            <pubDate>Tue, 29 Sep 2009 14:00:25 +0100</pubDate>
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        <item>
            <title>Victoria</title>
            <link>http://grou.ps/noelclassof2010/blogs/item/victoria</link>
            <description><![CDATA[<p class="MsoNormal" style=""><span style="">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;</span>
Once upon a time there was widower father. He was a blacksmith with three
daughters. Jane the oldest sister and Marie the middle sister were mean to
their young step-sister Victoria. Victoria’s mother passed away giving birth to
Victoria. Her father adored Victoria. Jane and Marie envied Victoria because of
her looks. Victoria had long curly brunet hair with light brown eyes that
sparkled in the sunlight. Unlike Victoria’s step-sisters they had dirty blond
hair with dull gray eyes. Jane and Marie never got tired of always bossing
Victoria around giving her more and more to do. Victoria followed orders
without a complaint, even thought she did not want to. Victoria always dreamed
of her Prince Charming to come to taker her away from the miserable life she
had with her step-sisters.</p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style=""><span style="">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;</span>
One day a servant from the castle was sent by the prince to go door to door and
announce that there would be a big ball. That the prince was searching for
princess to become queen. Victoria was thrilled about the ball. She was hoping
that she would finish her chores on time so she could attend the ball.</p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style=""><span style="">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;</span> A
week had pass since the announcement had been announced. Victoria had been
working on her dress she would wear to the ball. Victoria dedicated all of her
time on the dress when she finished with her chores. Finally, Victoria had
finished with her gorgeous white dress. Victoria was proud of herself. She
couldn’t wait to wear the gorgeous dress to the ball.</p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style=""><span style="">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;</span>
One night while Victoria went to gather wood for the fire before she would
leave to go to the ball. Jane and Marie had looked through Victoria’s wardrobe
to see the dress Victoria would wear to the ball. Marie found the gorgeous
white dress. Victoria had worked to wear to the dress to the ball. Jane could
not stand the way the dress looked so gorgeous and especially imagining
Victoria wearing the white dress. Both Jane and Marie decided to destroy the
gorgeous white dress Victoria worked on. Jane started to rip the bow on the
dress while Marie grabbed the scissors and starting cutting the bottom of the
dress. Jane and Marie both quickly destroyed the dress before Victoria got back
form gathering wood. Until, the dress had no were else to destroy Jane and
Marie left for the ball already having their ball dressed on, so it would not
look like they had destroyed the gorgeous white dress.</p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style=""><span style="">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;</span>
After Victoria arrived from gathering wood and kept the fire burning she went
to her to give her dress the last details, so she could wear it to the ball.
When Victoria saw what had happened to her gorgeous white dress a small tear
tolled down her check. She started sobbing and saying, “Now I can not go to the
ball!”</p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style=""><span style="">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;</span>
Victoria stopped crying until she cried the last drop of tear out. She was
terribly upset that now she had no dress and no chance to have a dance with the
prince. Victoria tried to fix the dress but she knew it would be impossible
and&nbsp; too late to fix the dress. Victoria had no idea what was in front of
her when a white beam of light started with a lovely white night dress.
Victoria thought she was dreaming and pinched herself, but the beautiful woman
was still there. Victoria was scared and shocked to speak.</p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style=""><span style="">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;</span>
“Who are you?”, asked Victoria with a high pitch voice.</p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style=""><span style="">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;</span> “I
am your mother. Elizabeth. You don’t recognize me because you never knew me,
but now here I am to help you.”, replied Elizabeth.</p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style=""><span style="">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;</span>
“How can you be my mother, when my mother passed away when she gave birth to
me?”, asked Victoria.</p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style=""><span style="">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;</span> “I
might be gone physically, but spiritually I’m always with you to protect you.”,
said Elizabeth.</p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style=""><span style="">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;</span>
“Oh”, said Victoria.</p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style=""><span style="">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;</span>
“That is why I’m here to help you, so you can go to the ball and have that
dance with the prince you want.”, said Victoria’s mother.</p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style=""><span style="">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;</span> “I
could never go to the ball with a dress looking like that.”, pointed Victoria
to the dress.</p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style=""><span style="">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;</span>
“And besides it would take a miracle to fix the dress!”, Victoria kept
saying.</p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style=""><span style="">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;</span>
“Well sweetie like I said that’s why I’m here to help with that. Just close
your eyes and count to three.”, said Elizabeth with a ware smile. Victoria did
as she was told.</p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style=""><span style="">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;</span>
“Okay, now open your eyes”, said her mother.</p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style=""><span style="">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;</span>
When Victoria opened her eyes she was speechless. She could not believe that
the white gorgeous dress that had been destroyed was not the most beautiful
dress she had ever seen. The dress was long lavender dress with beautiful
designing on the bottom part of the dress.</p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style=""><span style="">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;</span>
“Thank you so much mom”, said Victoria for the first time.</p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style=""><span style="">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;</span>
“You are welcome daughter of mine”, replied her mother.</p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style=""><span style="">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;</span>
“Now hurry. Put the dress on the then you shall leave for the ball that awaits
you.”, said Victoria’s mother.</p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style=""><span style="">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;</span>
Victoria put the dress on and then made a face that her mother noticed.</p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style=""><span style="">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;</span>
“What’s wrong Victoria? Did you not like the dress?”, asked Victoria’s
mother.</p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style=""><span style="">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;</span>
“No, No, No, it is not that. I love this dress you have given me. It’s that I
won’t make it on time to the ball if I go walking”, said Victoria with an upset
face.</p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style=""><span style="">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;</span>
“No, need to worry for that Victoria. I got it all taken care of. You will be
riding a Spanish Horse that is waiting for you outside”, replied Victoria’s
mother with a smile.</p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style=""><span style="">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;</span>
“Wow. I do not know how I will be able to ever repay mom”, said Victoria with
teary eyes.</p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style=""><span style="">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;</span>
“There’s no need for you to start crying because it will ruin your make-up. Do
not worry about repaying me Victoria. All I want is for you to be happy. But
promise me something Victoria.”, asked Elizabeth.</p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style=""><span style="">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;</span>
“Okay. What is it?”, asked Victoria.</p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style=""><span style="">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;</span> “
I want you to wear this gold necklace with a charm shaped as a heart. Inside
the heart it will have an engraved letter, <i style="">V</i>.”, said Victoria’s
mother.</p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style=""><span style="">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;</span>
“Okay I can do that”, said Victoria.</p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style=""><span style="">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;</span>
“But if the necklace falls off your dress will turn into the torn up white
dress”, said Victoria’s mother.</p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style=""><span style="">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;</span>
“Okay”, replied Victoria.</p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style=""><span style="">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;</span>
Victoria turned around for a second, but before she knew it her mother had
vanished out of thin air. Victoria wished she could have talked longer with her
mother but she couldn’t because it was getting late for the ball.</p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style=""><span style="">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;</span>
When Victoria arrived with her beautiful dress riding the Spanish horse all
eyes were on her. Jane and Marie didn’t recognize who the beautiful girl had
been. The people of the town didn’t know who this beautiful girl was or where
she came from.</p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style=""><span style="">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;</span>
Later that night Victoria looked down to see if her necklace was still there.
Victoria was relieved because she still had enough time to still dance with the
prince. Victoria did not know if to wait for the prince to ask her for a dance
or if she would go up to him to dance. But before Victoria knew it the prince
had been heading her way to ask her for a dance.</p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style=""><span style="">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;</span>
“May I have this dance?”, asked the prince in a soft voice.</p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style=""><span style="">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;</span>
“Of course you may”, replied Victoria blushing. The prince and Victoria headed
to the middle of the dance floor and started dancing. Victoria didn’t know what
to say during the prince and her dance. Victoria thought the dance would never
come to an end.</p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style=""><span style="">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;</span>
Until finally the music stopped. The prince kissed her hand and again
Victoria’s cheeks were bright pink. The prince asked her if she wanted to
accompany him to the garden of the castle. Of course she didn’t want to pass up
on an opportunity that she would never get.</p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style=""><span style="">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;</span>
Victoria followed the prince to the garden.</p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style=""><span style="">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;</span> “I
enjoyed that dance with you.”, said the prince. Victoria blushed and looked
down. But when she looked down she noticed that her necklace was missing.</p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style=""><span style="">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;</span>
“Oh no!”, gasped Victoria.</p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style=""><span style="">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;</span>
“What’s wrong?”, asked the prince.</p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style=""><span style="">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;</span> “I
have to go now.”, said Victoria and ran out.</p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style=""><span style="">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;</span>
“But wait, I don’t even know your name.” said the prince, but it was to late
Victoria had already left. When the prince looked down at the ground he noticed
a golden necklace with a heart shaped charm. The prince then figured out why
the girl he met had left.</p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style=""><span style="">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;</span>
The next day everyone was talking about the mysterious girl that came to the
ball and left running from the castle. Jane and Marie asked Victoria if she
knew anything about the mysterious girl that was at the ball.</p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style=""><span style="">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;</span>
“Oops, never mind you know nothing about the ball since you didn’t go because
your dress was destroyed.”, said Jane. Jane and Marie just walked off laughing
at Victoria.</p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style=""><span style="">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;</span>
Victoria did not say anything.</p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style=""><span style="">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;</span>
Later that day someone knocked at Victoria’s house. The same servant that
worked at the castle was asking that if any girl was missing a golden chain
with a heart shaped necklace.</p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style=""><span style="">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;</span>
“Yes, I lost my necklace yesterday and I don’t know were I lost it.”, said
Victoria.</p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style=""><span style="">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;</span>
“Well it doesn’t happen to be this necklace would it”, said the servant holding
Victoria’s necklace that her mother had given her.</p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style=""><span style="">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;</span>
“Yes it is”, she said with a smile on her face.</p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style=""><span style="">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;</span>
“Dear prince we have found your princess”, shouted the servant to the prince
that was next door.</p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style=""><span style="">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;</span>
“Found who?”, asked Victoria in a confused voice.</p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style=""><span style="">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;</span>
“You are the girl the prince is looking, and now you will become his queen.
Unless you do not wish to marry the prince.”, said the servant.</p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style=""><span style="">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;</span>
“Of course I would”, said Victoria.</p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style=""><span style="">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;</span>
“Well next week there shall be a wedding”, said the prince coming toward
Victoria.</p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style=""><span style="">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;</span> A
week later passed. Victoria and the prince married and they lived happily ever
after.</p>
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            <title>Jimmy</title>
            <link>http://grou.ps/noelclassof2010/blogs/item/jimmy</link>
            <description><![CDATA[<font size="4">&nbsp;</font> <font size="4">&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; Once apon
a&nbsp; time, somewhere near 1947, Jim met Nadine. It was so hard to meet
someone because Jim had some weird features. He was so tall that he could drink
water from the clouds. The towns people were getting mad because no rain would
hit the ground. They chased Jim away. On his long travel, he met Nadine. She
too took occasional cloud sips too.<br />
&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; Jim had too build a house because
they were too big to get a house big enough for them. Jim was out for a walk
and saw a bigger than normal person. He didn't know but it was Sasquatch.&nbsp;
He named him Achmed. Jim took him home as a pet. He said that he had a pet but
no one believed him. He was too big. Once someone peaked in to his house and
saw Achmed.<br />
&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; Then the whole town knew. The
townspeople was always trying to talk to them. Nadine ran. Jim had stood and
fought. The army had to shoot him to kill him.</font><br />]]></description>
            <pubDate>Mon, 28 Sep 2009 15:11:59 +0100</pubDate>
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            <title>The MIce Adventure</title>
            <link>http://grou.ps/noelclassof2010/blogs/item/the-mice-adventure</link>
            <description><![CDATA[<p class="MsoNormal"><span style=
"font-family: &quot;Lucida Calligraphy&quot;;">&nbsp;</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style=
"font-size: 14pt; font-family: &quot;Lucida Calligraphy&quot;;"><span style=
"">&nbsp;</span><span style="">&nbsp;</span> Once upon a time there was a mouse
named Alexis. He always went to peoples’ houses. The people did not like the
mice. They always put traps to kill them. But he did not care. He always fed
his family and sacrificed his life for them. One day he did not come back.
Yazmin, his oldest daughter, went out to look for him. As she was there, she
ran into a cat. The cat was teasing her. But he did not eat her because she was
a vegetarian.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style=
"font-size: 14pt; font-family: &quot;Lucida Calligraphy&quot;;"><span style=
"">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;</span> She helped her find her dad but
there was no sign of him. The only clue was that the owner was talking about a
mouse that was in her house. In order to get there she has to go through the
grass and it was as long as them. They ran into them and the cat said, “Let us
thru,” but the wasp would not let them. He said, “In order to go thru, you have
to solve the puzzle.” It was difficult but they figured it out. They finally
got to the house and went thru the doggy door. In that house, there was a dog
as big as a lion, He would not let them through and the mouse had to explain
every thing that happened. The dog understand and took them to the cage and she
found her dad. At the end they got their whole family together at the lady’s
house and lived happily ever after at the cage.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style=
"font-size: 14pt; font-family: &quot;Monotype Corsiva&quot;;">&nbsp;</span></p>
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            <pubDate>Mon, 28 Sep 2009 15:11:59 +0100</pubDate>
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            <title>The Dragon and the Two Knights</title>
            <link>http://grou.ps/noelclassof2010/blogs/item/the-dragon-and-the-two-knights</link>
            <description><![CDATA[<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 8pt;">By: Uriel
Teodocio</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 8pt;">&nbsp;</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"><span style=
"font-size: 28pt;">The Dragon and the Two Knights</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 18pt;">Once upon a time there were
two knights that were trained to destroy their opponent. On the far side of the
village there was a silver dragon that killed anyone that trespassed in his
cave. It breathed fire and turned into a flaming ball <span style=
"">&nbsp;</span>when he got mad. When the first knight went to defeat the
silver dragon, he started taunting it. The dragon was really a nice one but
when it was being taunted, it got angry. The first knight died from the
dragon.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;"><span style=
"font-size: 18pt;">The second knight was the nicest one the village has ever
had. All the rulers thought he wouldn’t make it out alive. But when he went to
defeat the dragon, he was nice to it to see how it would react. The dragon put
him in his mouth to carry him somewhere else. The knight thought it was trying
to eat him alive. It spit him out in a magical part of the cave that was filled
with a thousand tons of gold and diamonds. He was so happy. He thought the
dragon was still going to try to kill him but it gave him some gold and let him
go out. The dragon went to the village with the knight. The knight told them
about how nice the dragon was and how much gold there was in the cave. The
amazing dragon never fought anyone again and lived happily ever after with the
knight.</span></p>
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            <pubDate>Mon, 28 Sep 2009 15:11:58 +0100</pubDate>
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            <title>My Language Arts Story</title>
            <link>http://grou.ps/noelclassof2010/blogs/item/my-language-arts-story</link>
            <description><![CDATA[<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"><span style=
"font-size: 26pt;">The Fox and the Two Chickens</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center">Scott Hofer</p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style=""><span style="font-size: 18pt;"><span style=
"">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;</span> Once there were two chickens that lived on a
farm. The farmer always forgot to shut the gate so it was their job to do it.
The chickens would shut the gate so the fox would not get in.<span style=
"">&nbsp;</span> <span style="">&nbsp;</span>One day only one chicken left
the&nbsp; gate open and forgot to shut it.The other chicken shut it in time
right as the Fox&nbsp;&nbsp; showed up. He asked the chicken if she&nbsp;&nbsp;
would open the gate. She told him no. After he left the other chicken came back
from the barn and asked“What did I miss?” The other chicken then told her what
happened.That night the fox came when the farmer was sleeping and dug his claws
through the chicken gate. The chickens woke and began to scream in terror. They
ran around trying to escape the fox. Just then, the</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style=""><span style="font-size: 18pt;">farmer woke up and
got his rifle and shot at the fox, the fox got scared and never
returned.<span style="">&nbsp;</span> And the chickens were never harmed
again.</span></p>
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            <pubDate>Wed, 23 Sep 2009 15:18:44 +0100</pubDate>
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