16 or 17 Years to Live

Based on a "What Sally Said"

My dad new a guy, Bob, who had a starnge disease when he was young. A disease you are bron with. The doctor gave him 16 or 17 years to live. The kid could not run, play, walk fast, or agitate himsalef because his breathing would fail. Ny time he tried to be a normal kid, he ended up in the hospital for two or three weeks.

He watched other kids come in and out of the room. Crying, yelling, screaming. The next day, they are gone. He new too well ehat the empty bed ment.

His, mom beacuse of agony and pending loneliness took away his childhood. He survived the 16 or 17 years to live, but now is a man that dosen't eant to know about his family. A man who was over prtocted, a man who was never a child, a man who resents his family for stealing 16 or 17 years to live.

I remember...

I remember last year when I was in sixth grade. When it seemed everything was hard and I thought the teachers put us too much homework. But now I know last year was too easy for what seventh grade is now.

I remember how I used to think that writing for 30 mins. (not nessesarly un a poetic form) was too much for us. Now we have to write a viget every week and have it almost perfect in 9 days. A viget with personification, sillie, simetry, and metaphores.

What I've realized is that every school year is going to get harder and harder. But that dosen't mean but that shouldn't dive the best from us. WE have to keep tring and be a better student.

An Incompetent Worker

After her last job wich was a failure, Lolita had a welcomed respite from work to give mind a breake. Months later she needed urgently since she still dont have enough mony to repair her house.
Lolita was hoping to get a permanent job at a tooth paste factory puting the cap on the paste. Once when she was working she noticeda butterly inside the factory and got distracted. The machine kept throwing toothbrishes until it got distrupted. When the maneger came he was very agitated and just said, "It is goin to be a lot of mony to get this thing fixed!" Lolita just gasped and got her wallet out.

Bad Worker

Once upon a time, there was an indian from Kunayala who lived hovel. She didn't have adequate mony to support her life style, so she decided to look up a job. Unfortunatly, she was illiterate so it was dificult to fine a job.
Finally, after months of searching, she found a job being a maid at a house with three children. The administer of the house was the dad of the children, he was very strict on maids being toil. Lolita, the maid, just wanted to sit, watch T.V. and eat chips. The dad of the three children was not happy; he wanted the maid to be more elequent nut she just kept being indifernt with the kids.
One day her boss put her a trick to see if she was worth not fireing since she had been so lazy and not cleaning the house with streanouse energy. "Lolita, could you please bring me a cup of coffee please?" said the boss.
"Yes sir, no problem." siad Lolita.
She went to the kitchen savenging to for some thing that looks like wear you put coffee. Her manial work was so incompetent that she grabed the citrus box and served the juice.
Lolita brought the drink to her boss and he aswerd by saing, "This is citrus! You are fierd! I surrender. I can't belive you are so incompenent!"
Lolita leaved the house with anything more to say.