The Apple Orchard

"Grandma, when are we going to leave for the orchard?" I asked. I really wanted to go apple picking! We go every year. But, last year we weren't able to go because the apples died during a frost in the spring. An hour later it was time to leave. We grabbed our hats (luckily it was sunny) and bags; off we went! We spent the next 45 minutes in the car watching the small city turn into the vast country side. At the next turn we drove onto a dirt road. (80)

The dirt road had fresh raspberry fields stretching into the distance on either side. Suddenly the waist-high raspberry bushes turned into tall apple trees completely decorated with the big juicy apples. All types were there: red delicious, gala, pink-lady, granny smith… The road led up to a farm house where we go to buy our apple bags. This year I got my own bag. (That would be a lot  of apples!) Our group walked into one of the best groves, luckily we were the only people in sight. I ran down  to the end and back letting the sun warm my golden hair. "Over here," my grandma said. Where she was there were the most perfect apple that she would use to make an apple cake. I could already taste it in my mouth. But, it wasn't so much the food, it was just the fun of picking them in the country-side environment that I enjoyed! (159)

 10 minute total: 239

A Path of Perfection!

It was the first day of my trip to Portugal. We took a traditional winding street by a beach in Cascais. It was a maze of up and down and all arounds. My sister and I didn't know where to look. Everywhere there were fruit and vegetable stands. And clothes hanging from windows to dry. All things looked so perfect, like they were meant for it. There were people walked  through the winded paths, like we were. Suddenly my sister disturbed our moment. She whined "I'm hungry," I wasn't very pleased I wanted to look at the architecture and the perfectness, "You should've ate breakfast!" (102)


So we trudged along the bumpy path. Left then right then left again. Would we ever find our way back? We walked under the flying clothes, adding a different color to the sky, and past the stands selling  goods you would only find in Europe. To be honest I was sort of thirsty, too. So I helped look around. Finally we found a café near a park. The colors were brilliant. You could find every color of the rainbow plus more on just one block. The pinks and blues of the houses were so different from Birmingham. I liked it. My family sat down without even looking at the table. My mom asked us "Do you guys want to pick out some ice cream?" She didn't have to remind my sister. We jumped up and chose. We both got a chocolate chip cookie-dough cup. Yum! (141)

Back to School

This is the third day of school. I already feel like it has been a week. We all have homework already. I personally like school, not homework though. But, I guess if you don't come back to school what will you do with your life in the future?
Here is a  mini poem...

Books on my desk,
back-packs on the floor.
So much homework,
it makes your head sore.

The bell has rung,
It is time for school.
Summer is done;
where is the pool?

"Class, let us learn",
So, say the teachers.
Gosh, an assembly,
we sit on the bleachers.

But, there is good,
I met up with friends.
All of that smarts!
There are no ends.

Hooray!