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October 7th, 2008, 01:29 AM
We had to do this for school and I was wondering what you guys thought. So you can copy and paste it and then make your changes in red font or do what you want. Tell me what you thing of the last paragraphs. The format kind of got messed up though when I pasted it.
A.B.I. Rough Draft
For as long as I can remember, I’ve always striven to make my parents lives
just a little bit easier. Whether it’s wiping off the counter when I see a mess or
trying to avoid trouble when I can, I do it all. Doing all of this correctly used to
not be quite so easy for me though. To try is to risk failing, which unfortunately is
something I did a lot when I was younger.
There is one event like this that I can remember which occurred when I was
in preschool and my mom had just put my brothers and I down for our afternoon nap.
Normally we would really take a nap but every once in a while we couldn’t go to
sleep. This was one of those rare days.
“This is so boring! I cant go to sleep”, whined my twin brother Ben.
“We should do something fun!” I said.
“Like what?” asked my younger brother Joey,”There is nothing else to do here.”
I scanned the room to see if Joey was right and I could find nothing. When
we were little we all slept in my parents room and because it was my parent’s room,
there wasn’t much to do in there that would entertain toddlers.
Then Ben got an idea.
“ Why don’t we make a fort out of the blankets! That would be
so much fun!”
“ We’ve made a fort like 1000 times. Lets do something else,” I suggested.
“Like what?!” spat back Ben,”There is nothing else to do in here! I want to make
another fort!”
“I just got a really good idea! Why don’t we clean mom’s bathroom! She would be so
happy!” I said while jumping up and down with excitement.
“Hey, that’s a good idea! Let’s do it,” agreed Joey.
“Fine, but next time we’ll make a fort,” said Ben.
We all agreed to make a fort next time and set to work. My mom’s bathroom
was already really clean but we wanted to make it better which we didn’t know was
absolutely impossible. We began by getting the hand soup and squirting it all over
the counter and smearing it into foam with our small bare hands. Joey wasn’t tall
enough to help us so he decided to expand our project by going into my parents room
and “cleaning” the mirror of my mom’s dresser with perfume. I decided that that
looked more fun than scrubbing sinks and went to join him. Soon the sweet scent of
perfume in the room was so great that if it weren’t for the door to the room my
mom would have probably come bursting into the room to see what was going on.
I then went back into the bathroom and began to wipe up the soup suds with
lots and lots of toilet paper but there too much soup and I couldn’t get it all up.
I got worried and went back into the room and got Ben and Joey and told them that
I was concerned about how our plan was going. Ben said,
” Oh, this is easy to clean up” and he grabbed mom’s
favorite peach colored towel and began to wipe it up.
But now there was an even bigger mess because I dropped the toilet paper and
there was soup all over the floor.
“Ben I don’t think that that’s working. What are we going to do when mom
walks in?” I asked.
But he just stared at me. He had no idea what we were going to do. Then
before we even had another second to think, my mom was pounding on the door
demanding that we unlock it and let her in. All three of our little hearts stopped
beating all at once. What were we going to do?! If mom found out what we had done
she would kill us. I did what I felt was most logical to my 4 year old self and I
abandoned my brothers and ran to my bed and pretended to be fast asleep.
Joey opened the door and mom stormed in. She looked in the bathroom and her
jaw dropped and then she let out a horrible scream. The counter was covered in
soupy sludge, the floor was covered in foam, and there was soggy toilet paper
everywhere. Ben and Joey were crying because as far as they knew, their short lives
were over. She then walked into the main part of her room and saw the mirror. It
was completely drenched in perfume. Then she rounded on me and yelled for me to
get up for she knew that I was not asleep. I slowly got up and that is all I could
remember.
I had never seen her so angry before in my life. My mom was furious. Luckily
my mom does not use any physical punishment but we had a 2 hour time out and had no
desert for what seemed to be forever. For such little kids that was one of the
worst punishments imaginable.
By trying, we risked failing and we did fail. We failed and suffered the
consequences. We also learned something. We learned to never try and help out
without help or until we absolutely know how to clean something or else we would
suffer the wrath of an angry mother.
A.B.I. Rough Draft
For as long as I can remember, I’ve always striven to make my parents lives
just a little bit easier. Whether it’s wiping off the counter when I see a mess or
trying to avoid trouble when I can, I do it all. Doing all of this correctly used to
not be quite so easy for me though. To try is to risk failing, which unfortunately is
something I did a lot when I was younger.
There is one event like this that I can remember which occurred when I was
in preschool and my mom had just put my brothers and I down for our afternoon nap.
Normally we would really take a nap but every once in a while we couldn’t go to
sleep. This was one of those rare days.
“This is so boring! I cant go to sleep”, whined my twin brother Ben.
“We should do something fun!” I said.
“Like what?” asked my younger brother Joey,”There is nothing else to do here.”
I scanned the room to see if Joey was right and I could find nothing. When
we were little we all slept in my parents room and because it was my parent’s room,
there wasn’t much to do in there that would entertain toddlers.
Then Ben got an idea.
“ Why don’t we make a fort out of the blankets! That would be
so much fun!”
“ We’ve made a fort like 1000 times. Lets do something else,” I suggested.
“Like what?!” spat back Ben,”There is nothing else to do in here! I want to make
another fort!”
“I just got a really good idea! Why don’t we clean mom’s bathroom! She would be so
happy!” I said while jumping up and down with excitement.
“Hey, that’s a good idea! Let’s do it,” agreed Joey.
“Fine, but next time we’ll make a fort,” said Ben.
We all agreed to make a fort next time and set to work. My mom’s bathroom
was already really clean but we wanted to make it better which we didn’t know was
absolutely impossible. We began by getting the hand soup and squirting it all over
the counter and smearing it into foam with our small bare hands. Joey wasn’t tall
enough to help us so he decided to expand our project by going into my parents room
and “cleaning” the mirror of my mom’s dresser with perfume. I decided that that
looked more fun than scrubbing sinks and went to join him. Soon the sweet scent of
perfume in the room was so great that if it weren’t for the door to the room my
mom would have probably come bursting into the room to see what was going on.
I then went back into the bathroom and began to wipe up the soup suds with
lots and lots of toilet paper but there too much soup and I couldn’t get it all up.
I got worried and went back into the room and got Ben and Joey and told them that
I was concerned about how our plan was going. Ben said,
” Oh, this is easy to clean up” and he grabbed mom’s
favorite peach colored towel and began to wipe it up.
But now there was an even bigger mess because I dropped the toilet paper and
there was soup all over the floor.
“Ben I don’t think that that’s working. What are we going to do when mom
walks in?” I asked.
But he just stared at me. He had no idea what we were going to do. Then
before we even had another second to think, my mom was pounding on the door
demanding that we unlock it and let her in. All three of our little hearts stopped
beating all at once. What were we going to do?! If mom found out what we had done
she would kill us. I did what I felt was most logical to my 4 year old self and I
abandoned my brothers and ran to my bed and pretended to be fast asleep.
Joey opened the door and mom stormed in. She looked in the bathroom and her
jaw dropped and then she let out a horrible scream. The counter was covered in
soupy sludge, the floor was covered in foam, and there was soggy toilet paper
everywhere. Ben and Joey were crying because as far as they knew, their short lives
were over. She then walked into the main part of her room and saw the mirror. It
was completely drenched in perfume. Then she rounded on me and yelled for me to
get up for she knew that I was not asleep. I slowly got up and that is all I could
remember.
I had never seen her so angry before in my life. My mom was furious. Luckily
my mom does not use any physical punishment but we had a 2 hour time out and had no
desert for what seemed to be forever. For such little kids that was one of the
worst punishments imaginable.
By trying, we risked failing and we did fail. We failed and suffered the
consequences. We also learned something. We learned to never try and help out
without help or until we absolutely know how to clean something or else we would
suffer the wrath of an angry mother.