Santa Clause Edited

I came home from kindergarten one snowy December day, very excited. I made my Mom a card for Christmas in Kindergarten class and I needed to find a good hiding spot, so my Mom wouldn’t see. “Hey Brian” I asked my older brother, “do you know of any good hiding spots? I made this card for Mom and I want to hide it”.

“The closet is always a good spot” he replied.
“No, she’ll find it there” I added
“How about the attic? No one goes there”. I trusted my brother, so I carried on and went to hide my Mom’s card up in the attic after thanking him for his contribution. It was a hike getting up those steep, wooded, dusty stairs in the dark. When I finally got up there, right in front of my eyes I saw a huge stack of wrapped presents. My first reaction was that my brother was hiding the presents he got for Mom and Dad up there too. But there were way too many for Mom and Dad to receive plus Brian was only in the third grade, he didn’t have the money to buy all those gifts. My curiosity drove myself to explore some more. On the wrapping paper the labels read “To Jack From Santa, To Brian From Santa”. Although I’m only a five year old in kindergarten, it doesn’t take a genius to realize what this meant. I began to cry. I heard footsteps; someone was approaching. I didn’t look up, but I knew who it was by the sound of their footsteps.

She gasped when she saw me and said, “Jack” I didn’t respond, “Jack” she said again. Then she picked me up and brought me back downstairs.

Five years old is too young to realize that Santa wasn’t real. That Christmas was the worst; it was never the same. Year after year it gradually got better as I realized Christmas was about our savor Jesus Christ and being with the ones you love, your family. But still looking back as a 50 year old, Christmas still isn’t the same.

Exam Essay

It was the final minutes of the last hockey game of the season of my senior year. I played for Brookline High, the 0-20 team every year; we’ve never won a game. Although we’ve never won we try very hard. So as the clock ran down from three minutes left in my hockey career to two minutes to finally one minute as the scoreboard read 2-2, Brookline wasn’t winning yet again. I hopped over the boards with 12 seconds to go in the game; I took two hard strides back towards the defensive zone when I noticed the puck flying over the opponent’s head and towards me. I was nervous yet excited, I quickly stopped and changed directions, now bursting down the ice, chasing the puck, with a pair of defenders back checking, I knew what I had to do. I finally got my stick on the puck, sticking handling, controlling the puck I looked up to see what the goalies position was to plan where to shoot. I wound up to take a shot at the empty side of the net where the goalie wasn’t, when I was tripped. I lost control of the puck as the referee blew his whistle declaring a penalty of the defensemen that tripped me and awarded me a penalty shot.

The 15-20 fans we had, all parents and sibling, were cheering loud for me to score to leading Brookline to its first win in several years. I was so nervous; I’ve never experienced victory in the Brookline High career, never the less scoring the game-winning goal. I was thinking of good dekes and shots that I could possibly use to put Brookline on top when the referee blew his whistle indicating it was time for me to go. I skated down the center of the ice; stick handling back and forth, my heart was pumping as fast as could be. I got closer and closer to the goalie, and it was time for me to make my move. I dipped my left shoulder down faking the goalie, leaving the entire right side of the net open…I shot it top right corner, raising my hands in the air to celebrate as the puck “bing” hit the crossbar, bouncing away from the net. The other team jumped over the boards yelling, screaming, celebrating, and congratulating their goalie of the save as I ended my career in a tie. Although it was my only tie it was nothing to compare with a win. As I skated back to my bench, my teammates told me how great of a job I did but I couldn’t accept their compliments because I knew it was all fault. 

On the Bus-Science Fiction

I pulled my baseball cap down to cover my eyes from the blinding September sun. With my baseball cap over my eyes I could barely see the big yellow bus approaching, however it came to a screeching halt right in front of me. I stood there for a second, nervous as could be, it was my first day of high school. The doors to the bus swung open, and with the bus driver staring at me he impatiently said “ya comin’?” I nodded my head and walked on, looking around for an empty seat the big yellow school bus took off like nothing I had ever seen before. The bus accelerated so fast I lost my balance and fell to the dirty floor. Disgusted by grimy floor I immediately stood up and looked out the window just to notice houses and trees beneath me; the bus was flying. I looked around at the other high schoolers; their facial expressions were blank as if this was their daily routine.

“What’s going on?” I asked a kid next to me “Were flying, how is this happening? Flying is impossible. Where are we going?”
He laughed and responded, “Were going to training”
“Training?”
“Ha-ha you don’t know anything do you?” he laughed
“No I don’t”
“Don’t worry all freshmen are confused the first day”

I sat there confused as we approached a big building sitting on top of a cloud. A big sign on the building read “Super Hero Training Base”. I didn’t know what to think of this, was this Hogwarts? I couldn’t grasp the idea of a school in the sky. The bus stopped and all the kids filed out and I followed them soon to find out what was going on.

On the Bus-Horror

It was a quiet Thursday evening in mid-July, Johnny was the only one on the bus. The bus stopped at the next bus stop, the doors opened and one strange looking man walked on. He was wearing black shoes, black pants, and a black sweatshirt with the hood covering his eyes, which was quite sketchy. He didn’t pay his fare and was on his way onto the bus when the driver said “hey sir, pay ya fare!” those were his last words as he man dressed in black stabbed him. The bus driver’s blood spilled everywhere; Johnny saw the man was making his way towards me so Johnny ducked under his seat to hide. He was so nervous as he knew his death was only a few steps away, when he heard a huge thud. He peeked out from the corner of his seat to see what happened. He saw the man in black on the floor moaning, he slipped on the bus drivers pool of blood. Johnny attacked quickly and heroically as he jumped to his feet, ran over to the man, and kicked him in the head knocking him out. Johnny whipped out his cell phone and dialed 911 calling for help. The man in black was sentenced to jail for life, but the bus driver was dead, there was nothing he could’ve done to help him-it was too late.

On the Bus-Memoir

Jessica Alba walked onto the bus, paid her fare looked around before sitting down. As she looked around she made eye contact with that little boy sitting only a few rows away. The boy smiled as any little boy would when a pretty girl looks at him. The bus jerked forward as it accelerated, and the beautiful woman lost her balance and fell onto the boys lap. The boy still smiling, blushing, sat there speechless as his heart raced with this beautiful woman sitting on his lap. The woman slowly got back up to her feet, gathered her things, looked up at this excited boy and finally said “sorry”. She was on her way to the back of bus to sit down. Although the boy never saw this woman ever again, for years he remembered this awkward situation.