Story
BRRINNG!!
The bell rang for the end of school and noise began to fill the hallways.
“Class, we are having a trip to an art museum,” said Mr Stanhope excitedly. Everyone in the room started to moan. The kids moaned like a cows on a field. Mr. Stanhope handed out the form for the trip. When he handed it to a girl named Emily, her face screwed up, as if a bowl of onions have been put in front of her. She always argued with a boy named Kyle for no reason, but there is one reason from her. She hates him, because he is such a good boy. But she always started it. Sometimes they even get into a fight and the teacher would always let Kyle go, because he is a great helper in class and Emily isn’t. At lunch time that day Emily and Kyle had a fight. Mr. Stanhope let Kyle go again and gave Emily a note home to her parents then a detention slip as she always gets. When they left the class, Emily charged to Kyle like a bull.
“This is your entire fault!” Emily ranged when she punched the lockers.
“Sorry,” said Kyle and he was about to wee his pants.
“You’re going to pay for this!” Emily groaned like a starving tiger.
Emily walked away while ripping up her detention slip. Then she threw it in the air.
The next morning, the kids gathered around the bus. As Mr. Stanhope shouted to the kids, Emily was the last person to arrive at the bus. Then a group of kids rushed passed Emily. So they won’t be the last people there and Mr. Stanhope would grow at them.
“Come on, get on you grubby kids,” roared Mr. Stanhope.
When Mr. Stanhope roared, every kid bowed. Kyle and Emily were the last two people to get on.
“Behave you, Emily,” said Mr. Stanhope, while staring at Emily and maybe at Kyle. When they arrived Kyle and Emily were still the last two kids to get off the bus.
“Now, everybody this is a public place, so don’t be noisy,” whispered Mr. Stanhope, while glaring at every body’s head.
“I don’t want to go to a boring museum. I want to have an adventure! “Shouted Emily.
“Ssssshhhhh,” said Mr. Stanhope, now even staring more at Emily and lease at the other kids that were talking. Emily lowered down like a gopher going into his burrow. As they went in Emily got lower and lower than before. Sunddley, the kids ran to a painting and looked. Some turned their heads this way and that way. Emily came across a painting of a field with a small cottage and was with Kyle staring at it.
“What’s so good about this painting?” said Emily.
“It’s peaceful,” Kyle answered back.
Right when Emily was about to leave, the painting started to swirl like a whirl pool.
“Oh my,” said Kyle “what’s happening to the painting?”
“I don’t know,” roared Emily.
Wooooaaaaahhh
BANG!!
“Aw, my aching head,” said Kyle while rubbing his head.
What a baby Emily said to herself.
“Where are we,” asked Kyle.
“It’s even more peaceful.”
Then Kyle Sunddley spotted the little cottage house he saw before. The briskly wind flew past through his hair. But Emily rolled her eyes over and over. Emily dragged over to the side of the painting and stickled her leg in the corner.
“Aaaahhhh, my leg is missing!” screamed Emily. Kyle whizzed around to Emily like a tornado wreaking havoc on a town.
“What happened?” asked Kyle” Emily where are you? ”
“I’m over here,”
“Where here?”
“In the next painting,” shouted Emily, thinking that Kyle death.
“All I can see is the side of the painting,” shouted Kyle, if he was about to lose his voice.
“Walk to the side,” demanded Emily. Kyle did what he was told as if he was the solider and Emily was the general. Kyle tried to take in a other look, but it was too late. Emily stickled her hand in to grab Kyle over. It looked like a bare hand reaching for him.
“Wooooaaaaahhh, uh what is this place?”
“Well, I don’t know, but I definitely don’t like it,” moaned Emily.
“Gather around kids,” Mr. Stanhope said “where is Emily and Kyle? ”
Every kid shurred their shoulders. Does this sentence make sense? -Mr Stanhope 3/19/09 1:51 PM
“Well, go and find them,” Mr. Stanhope groaned like a dragon beginning to burn his lunch. The kids scatted around the museum, up and down the stairs.
“We will not leave that door until they are found,” shouted Mr Stanhope to make sure that everyone hears, from up and down the floors of the museum.
“Look at that painting that the man is painting,” exclaimed Kyle with a wow face on. Come on “said Emily well pulling Kyle to the side of the painting. OH, thought Kyle, but still looking at that man we great amazement. As Kyle got further and further, the more strength Emily had to use. Finally when they reach the end. Emily almost collapsing on the table of the man’s painting area. The man spotted them in the corner and glared at them when Emily was just about to clamps.
“Oh my, ” said the man while staring at them we interests.
“You can talk?” Kyle asked back.
“Of course I can talk,” he said” what is wrong with your little friend.
“We aren’t friends,”
“Oh, then I will not get in the way of you two, ” said the man politely.
“Thank you,” Kyle said generously,” we will be on our way now, ”
The man turned and went back to his painting. This time Kyle had to drag Emily to the side.
“I’m going to hate this,” exhale Kyle “Wooaahh”
“Did you find them?” Mr. Stanhope said to every student he saw. He was almost about pee his pants twice in a row. He is this anxious because, if he loses the kids it’s going to be his responsibly.
“Let’s go to the next painting,” said Emily
“Fine,” said Kyle disappointed.
Wooaahh
“This is more like it,” said Emily proudly. Kyle wasn’t sure about that painting, because the air was still and quiet as the gloomy air swam around them and mist was in their way.
“Aaaahhhh charged “shouted a man with a golden sword.
“What’s happening?” asked Kyle nervously.
“I don’t know,” said Emily. For the first time Emily was a bit frighten by the bloody swords. A group of men charged at each other. They looked side to side to see if there was any way to get out of there. Strangely enough of their was a small painting from a distance that Emily spotted and pulled Kyle away from the fight.
“You’re even heavier than before, “groaned Emily
Kyle didn’t pay atteion to Emily; he was too busy staring at them. Emily grunted as she was pushing Kyle to the painting.
“Why is your butt so big?” asked Emily. But Kyle was still not listening to her he was still frozen. Emily was fed up with pulling Kyle all the way to the small painting, so she slapped him on the butt.
“Owah,” said Kyle while rubbing his butt.
“We have to go!” said Emily while pushing. “Finally we’re here. You go in first.”
Kyle did as she said, because he didn’t what to have other big red patch on his butt.
Wooaahh
“We’re back”
“There you two are,” said Mr. Stanhope “Where were you?”
“We were in the ……. bathroom,” said Emily
Kyle looked at her with a confused look on his face. Then Emily gave him a pinch on the butt.
“Ouch”
“What’s wrong?” asked Mr. Stanhope.
“Nothing,” replied Kyle
“Oh, then line up with the rest,” Mr. Stanhope told them. After he left Emily started to giggle quietly. But Kyle didn’t hear it because, he already joined the line. Emily was the last to join the line again.
