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The Night Before New Year's

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The Night Before New Year's


GroovyGrl
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'Twas the night before New Year's there was a party going on
everyone was laughing and singing songs
I in my hip huggers and tank top
It took forever to find it at the shop!
New Year's Eve makes friendships stronger
Everyone wants to linger, stay longer.
Confetti is thrown at the stroke of dawn
fireworks are set off from the lawn.
Everyone is carefree,
Everyone is kind to their enemy.
It's my favorite holiday because it's full of joy and happiness
even though some people act ridiculous...
they're just having fun after all!

Hi everyone!!! This is GroovyGrl. I really hope my little poem makes it to the big Whyville Times! I decided to write a story about being grateful for what you have.

Claira woke up early on a Saturday morning. She groaned as she remembered she had to baby-sit her neighbor, Ella, that day. Ella was a six-year-old girl.

Now, Ella was sweet and all, but Claira did not enjoy all of those questions! Ella asked questions about anything and everything: "Why is the sky blue? Can flying fish fly? Does Bugs Bunny live in a zoo? Why do birds sing? What are bed bugs? Is my dog part cat?" She asked questions 24/7!

Ella was always super-hyper, and sometimes could be obnoxious. And what was even worse was that her dog, Gretchen, was a Jack Russell Terrier. It was only a one-year-old, and also very hyper! So it was like baby-sitting for two hyper, annoying, obnoxious children. Now, don't get me wrong. Claira liked baby-sitting for Ella and her dog... because she got paid.

It was time for baby-sitting. Claira walked briskly to Ella's house. Ella's parents rushed out of the house as soon as Claira walked in. It was apparent Ella was in one of her obnoxious moods.

"Oh, hi, Ella! We're going to have so much fun tonight!" Claira tried to start the night out well.

"GOODY! GOODY! GOODY! HEY, YOU DIDN'T SAY HI TO GRETCHEN! WHY DOES GRETCHEN HAVE BROWN SPOTS? HUH? WHAT ARE WE GOING TO DO TONIGHT?" Claira answered her questions, and tried to calm the girl down (not to mention Gretchen).

She tried to have an okay night, so Ella wouldn't lose her temper and control, but after Gretchen made a huge mess and chewed the table leg, Claira couldn't take it anymore. She answered, " I don't know!" to all of Ella's questions. She didn't let Ella get away with everything like usual. Then Ella got really horribly obnoxious and made that night the worst night of Claira's life... so far...

She refused to take anymore baby-sitting jobs for Ella because she didn't want something like that to happen again. She said she didn't like Ella at all anymore, and would never even say "hi" to the little girl again. It may seem harsh, but after all, Ella did cause Claira to have what was at the time the worst night of her life. She was fed up with the questions, the hyperness, the obnoxiousness, but most of all, Ella herself.

The next week, Claira was invited to Ella's funeral. Poor Ella had died of a careless baby-sitter who had baby-sat for her for a week. Though the baby-sitter saw the symptoms of the flu in Ella, she didn't do anything about it.

After Ella passed away, Claira realized how much she had loved her all along. She missed her dearly, and felt as if it were her fault Ella died. She thought that if she would have taken that baby-sitting job, she could have prevented Ella's death. She regretted not taking the job.

 

You never realize how much you love something until you lose it. It may just seem like any ordinary thing, but if you lose it, it seems it was extraordinary, and you can't live without it. You regret things you did, and truly miss that thing.

I hope you liked my poem and story. And I hope you learned something. There is a moral to my story after all: Don't do things you know you will regret, and if you love someone, tell that person what he or she means to you as soon as possible. After all, they might not be there tomorrow.

-GroovyGrl

 

 

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