At the Library

In downtown Superfogg, there is a public library. People come to use the computers there. I go, sometimes, to write on my blog.

Today, we decided to go to the library. It was early morning. We sat outside in our car, waiting for the library to open. But I needed to go to the bathroom, so I went over to wait by the doors. While I was waiting, a man walked by in a blue jacket. He had frizzy brown hair. I couldn't tell who he was talking to, but he said:

"You need to take a bath."

I was insulted, even though I didn't think he was saying it to me. That's not a nice thing to say to anyone.

Then with two orange cans, he sat down a few feet away. I was nervous. The guy gave me a weird feeling. Something told me not to trust him. And that was before he gave me a creepy smile. My instincts told me to get away from him.

Finally the doors opened, and there was a big rush to get inside the warm building. It didn't take long for me to go to the bathroom, and soon I was out again. I went over to our car where my mom and older sister sat, planning out what we were going to do after the library. I wondered what I would write about on my blog.

Then I realized that the creepy man was still there. I pointed him out to my mom and sister and said:

"That guy's creepy."

At that moment, very suddenly, the man took one orange can and poured a line of liquid in front of the library. I recognized immediately what he was doing. No, I thought. Not possible. But he lit a match and soon there was a line of fire blazing right in front of the library!

"Oh my god!" My mom said, and started to dial 911. None of us could believe what
we were seeing as the guy dropped the can and ran, smoke billowing behind him.

My heart rate slowed and I calmed down as I realized that what he did was pointless. The fire was already dying. And cops were showing up. But still, it was a crazy sight! I was nervous to go inside the library after that, but I was excited, too, because this was a great thing to write about on my blog.

I walked inside the building and I found out from a librarian that he had been kicked out of the library earlier. So that's why he did it! He was probably mad at the library for kicking him out.

Well, that was quite a thing to see first thing in the morning. I thought it was really scary, but exciting.

This is a true story. The man's name is Timothy Josiah Nunez, and he set the sidewalk in front of Superfogg Public Library on fire at 10:30 a.m. on Wednesday, February 16
2011.

Zoey Rockshindle: Chapter two

Flight or no Flight

It was the scariest thing that Zoey had ever experienced. Her legs felt weak. Her body was completely rearranged. Her eyes were on different sides of her head! What had happened?

"Oh no," Said Zoey, but all that came out was a squawk. "It can't be...It's not possible..."

Tenuously, she unfolded her slick, black, feathery wings.

Zoey couldn't believe it. She wouldn't. It was impossible.

"This can't be happening," She kept thinking.

"Zoey! Dinner time!" A voice called from downstairs.

"Uh-oh," thought Zoey. She stumbled around on the bed for a few minutes, until she knew what she would have to do. She took a running leap, and jumped off of the bed...only to crash onto the hard wood floor.

Zoey tried to yell because she was so frustrated, but she only made a weird squawk. Which got her to thinking what sound birds made when they were angry. But then she told herself to keep concentrating on flying.

Except when she tried to get back on the bed to practice, she realized that birds were not all that good at climbing.

So she flapped her wings while on the ground. Flap, flap, flap! Her wings were floppy and weak. Zoey flexed her wing muscles, getting her wings stiff, which would prevent the wind escaping through her feathers. Flap, flap, flap, flap!

It was exhausting. She was wearing herself out.

"Zoey! Where are you, sweetheart?!"
Her mother called again. Zoey wished she could answer. She felt helpless and miserable.

"A bird!" She squawked angrily. "I'm a bird!"

Zoey was about ready to give up trying to fly, when she remembered something her mother had once told her. It was to always be persistent. Never give up. Keep trying. So Zoey tried again. And again. And then, finally, up, up, UP! Into the air she flew! It was the most amazing feeling! The wind ruffling her feathers, she glided happily around the big room. And right then she realized two things: how big her room was, and how lucky she was to have a mom that gives her useful advice.

Zoey flew around the room a few times before deciding she'd better go downstairs. As she went down, she realized just how much she loved her mom.

Morning

It's the early morning
silent and still
I'm perched quietly on a window sill
In the sky above
there flies a white dove
She's twirling, diving, and spinning in the Sun
The Sun, that's peaking over the horizon