I wrote this play based off my Chris and Pat story. It was pretty cool to see how a couple of changes can take a useless piece, into a nice visual and soon to be published play. Thank all of you for the views it means a lot. Love you guys

Tooth Fairy

Characters

Chris, is a kindergarten heart breaker. He has big green eyes, short blonde hair and has never lost a tooth before. Chris bases most of what he knows off what he hears from his brother the fifth grader.

Pat, is a year older. He has brown eyes and brown hair. Pat is only at Chris’s house because their moms are best friends. Pat thinks he is a lot smarter than Chris and pat hates being wrong

Ben, is a fifth grader. He is Chris’s older brother and basically taught him everything he knows. He hates when pat comes over because they always end up fighting. But tolerates it because he gets money to babysit.

Act 1, Scene 1

Its 10:30 am, the sun is shining and the birds are chirping. Chris and Pat are in the living room while Ben is eating cereal in the kitchen

PAT

 ( Holding his mouth ) Ow my tooth. It fell out, quick get me some paper towels

( Pointing to the kitchen )

CHRIS

( Running Stage left ) No problem Pat.

PAT

( With blood all over his hands ) Eww bloods gross.

CHRIS

Well at least you’ll wake up with two dollars under your pillow

PAT

What are you stupid. ( Stands up moves stage right ) Even you should know she only leaves toothpaste under your pillow

CHRIS

WHAT! Are you talking about? ( Stands up )

PAT

What do you mean?

CHRIS

What do you mean? What do you mean!! ( Moves stage right )

PAT

You’re wrong

CHRIS

First off, he is a boy and second why would a fairy have toothpaste?

PAT

Why would a boy be a fairy?

CHRIS

Shut up, I want you to go home!

PAT

I want to go home

CHRIS

Mommas boy! Mommas boy! Mommas boy! Mommas boy! Mommas boy! Mommas boy!

PAT

You’re just mad that you’re stupid

CHRIS

No you are

PAT

AHHHHHHHH

BEN

Stop! ( Enters Stage left with bowl in hand ) if you really want to know whose right just stay up and wait for the fairy to show up

Act 1, Scene 2

It’s been a day since last time they’ve talked. The boys are back at bens house. Ben is in the living room. Chris and pat are in the kitchen eating muffins

PAT

Guess what?

CHRIS

What?

PAT

I woke up with a one dollar and a toothbrush under my pillow

CHRIS

We were both right! Did you see if it was a guy or a girl?

PAT

I fell asleep

CHRIS

Dang I knew that was going to happen.

PAT

What is that mean

CHRIS

It means, if you want something done you got to do it yourself ( stands on table )

PAT

What are you doing

CHRIS

Im going to jump of the table, loose a tooth, stay up all night so I can prove once and for all I was right ( walks to the edge of table )

PAT and CHRIS

One, two thr-

BEN

( Runs in stage right ) STOP!! I’ve been listening to you guys all day. And your both wrong, the tooth fairy is fake! it’s just as trick moms and dads pull on little boys who don’t know any better.

CHRIS AND PAT

( Looks at each other, start crying)

THE END

I originality wrote this in class. We were supposed to write about to people having a pointless argument. So I choose to write about the tooth fairy.

Tooth Fairy

 Chris and Pat sat there watching Saturday morning cartoons and eating massive bowls of coco puffs. Chris is in kindergarten. He’s never lost a tooth before and had based most of what he knows off what he hears from the boys on the playground. Pat is a year older. He loves chocolate milk and his favorite animal is a squirrel. He has a 12 year old brother named ben.

“Ow my tooth!” He screamed in pain. “It fell out; quick get me some paper towels”

“No problem Pat.”

“Ewe bloods gross.”

“Well at least you’ll wake up with two dollars under your pillow”

“What are you stupid?” He snarled at Chris. “Even you should know she only leaves toothpaste under your pillow”

“WHAT! Are you talking about?”

“What do you mean?”

“First off, she is a boy and second why would a fairy have toothpaste?”

“Why would a boy be a fairy?”

“Shut up I want to go home!”

“Mommas boy! Mommas boy!”

“AHHHHHHHH” as cries as he tackles Pat

The boys roll around for a bit. Until ben pulls them apart

“Stop!” ben yelled “I’ve been listening to you guys all day. And your both wrong, the tooth fairy is fake it’s just as trick moms and dads pull on little boys who don’t know any better. ”

This Memoir I wrote about buying new shoes. I love the smell of a new pair so much. That i wrote a poem about it. For me it’s just one of those things that can turn a bad day into a great day, and everyone needs a pair.

First and Favorite

When I got my first pair

They made feel taller than a grizzly bear

Faster than a snail

I was so darn happy

They were so hip and snappy

 Worth so much to me I’d never share

Couple months later the              
white turned yellow
Dirt and holes all around
every time I look down

It always left me with a frown                                                                                                                                  

This cruel world is unfair
But Moms didn't care
I needed new ones
I pleaded for new ones

Till the day

She says yes
I got any pair I wanted
I were so blessed
Running up and down the aisles

Is the part I love the best

But who would've guessed?
I picked the same pair with the bright white leather
and deep forest green accents
all because of the new show scent

I open my Eyes with glee
as I flip the shoe over
the best thing ever

 Happened to me
an orange tag greeted me

Smiling Saying buy one get one free

This poem is about a man explaining to his boss Blaine. Why it is never his fault he's late. And that time is out to get him. But in reality he's lazy and won’t take the blame. For his own mistakes

Time

Time, it is nothing but a grind,

And it seems like every day

 Time can never wait

To make me late,

But I’ll tell you what

It’s probably fate,

Because you see

It is never my fault

Like today

The blame is on my dog,

He got lost in the fog

While we walked to the vet

 And there’s a pretty good bet

That someone took him

I remember his name was Jim

I stole his cat once it was dim

And I thought it was Kim

That’s my dog’s name

And anyway

Sorry Blaine  

But we both know who’s to blame 

I wrote this story about a boy named Evan. I met through school He’s in the first grade and one day he took a field trip to our school. Then we sat down and he told me all about his life. Using the things he told me I conducted this sweet story. 

Evan and the Helpful Hippo

Evan asked with a shining morning face, “Grandma, can we get a dog?”

“No honey, that's a lot of work you’re just not old enough.”

“Everyone says I'm not old enough. I wish there was a way I could show Grandma and the world how grown up I really am,” he said to his favorite hippopotamus toy.

“You’re right! Hippo I’ll get a job, that’s perfect!”

“Hey, Grandma is there any work I can do around the house, so I can show you I’m grown up enough for a dog and maybe earn a little money?”

“Yea, you can finish painting this shed for me. You have until tomorrow night to finish, and if you succeed I'll consider getting you that dog.”

“Thanks, Grandma.”

“This is boring,” Evan squawked after he had been hard at work painting for some time. “I wonder what's inside this shed. Sweet! There is an episode of Thomas and Friends playing, my favorite. But Hippo,  you’re right, I do need to paint this shed so I'll only watch two episodes then I’ll go back out and finish.”

“Morning Grandma. Is it ok if I get an early start at work?”

“Yeah sure, but remember I need it done by 8:00 pm tonight, or the paint won’t be dry in time for book club.”’

“No problem, Grandma. I won’t let you down.”

2 hours later Evan realized that he had bitten off way more than he could chew and was never going to get this done in time for Grandma and worst of all he would never get a dog. Until...

“I can help you,” said an unfamiliar voice.

“Who is there?”

"It's me, silly, your toy hippo.”

“You can talk?”

“Yes, but not just that, I can get big too.”

“Well, I really don't want to let Grandma down, Hippo. Would you paint the rest of the house for me? So I can take a break?”

“Sure! Anything for my best friend.”

After Hippo finished the paint job,  Evan jumped on his back. Realizing that the Hippo would do anything for him, Evan got greedy. First he begged Hippo for the completion of his homework, then he got Hippo to make him a sandwich because he was hungry. Next he had Hippo do the dishes because he became lazy. After, he had poor Hippo climb a tree to recover his frisbee because he became lazier, Evan didn’t even say please or thank you. Hippo became weak and asked Evan for a nap. While he slept, Evan thought about how mean he was to Hippo. Suddenly, he heard something by the door.

“Hey Evan, the shed looks great!” Grandma said walking by the window. “Good work today! Here's 5 dollars!  And about the dog...”

“No, Grandma, I can’t take your money. It wasn't me who did all the errands today, it was Hippo and after he painted, I made him do all my chores for me. I acted like a child today and maybe you are right, maybe I'm not old enough for a dog,” he cried.

“Evan, don’t be so down on yourself! You don't think I know Hippo did all the work? I was watching you all day, and this was a test. But you passed by telling me the truth, and it really does show that you’re old enough for a dog.”

“No thanks, Grandma!”  Evan smiled. “Who needs a dog when you got the worlds best toy hippo.”

      This poem is called 11 ways of looking at a shoe. It's written as if Wallace Stevens wrote it. And each numbered stanza is a different style of writing. Their based off the poem by Wallace called 11 ways of looking at a black bird. This a great descriptive writing

11 Ways of Looking at a shoe

       I.          1   Among the 3 billion in the US

Each and every person has

A pair of shoes

    II.         2   Wear them anywhere, shoes

Bring me forth the path ahead

 III.          3  The Shoes  marched in unison

Like a small stampede

 IV.       4     An aglet and an aglet are one

Together they form a bow

    V.      5      I do not know which I prefer

The beauty of a deadstock pair

Or the exquisiteness of it on my feet

 VI.         6   The non-descriptive  man took off the pair

He had the smile of a lizard

And the walk of snail

He set them to fire As if he was a wizard

VII.       7     Jordan has 6 rings

Moses wrote the 10 commandments

Jordan wore the best shoes

Moses split the red sea

VIII.   8        As you listen to your song

Your feet tap along

You dance to the beat

Like the shoes on your feet

 IX.        9    A rectangle top

A half circle toe

And the stars on the bottom

Keeps the shoe shine and glow

    X.        10    The shoes stomped louder than Zeus’s thunder

It makes you ponder

Who is really is control

 XI.       11     That  fragile glass slipper glistening  In the clocks light

As it strikes midnight Cinderella is frantic

A shoe determines the fate of the prince and princess

As they both await for one another 

Always, Smiling in the Worst Situations

This is my 6 word memoir. I picked these words because I've always been the class clown. And i never took life to serious. I feel like some people try too hard and need a chill pill. Then again laughter is the best medicine.