Week One Comments

Political Post

In the article Aide to NYC Mayor Bill de Blasio arrested; police cite loaded gun, 'odor of marijuana' , Cummings explains that a women working in Mayor Bill de Blasios building was arrested for having a loaded gun, and having an 'odor of marijuana' on her. The police say that it was a handgun located in her car. They found the gun because apparently there were sounds of gunfire the night before and they found the worker, Reagan Stevens, sitting in the backseat of her car. The officers could smell the marijuana, so they searched the car. Stevens will be 'suspended without pay' and they will be taking this situation very seriously. I believe that Stevens should be fired because she was a significant public figure that Blasio relied on and trusted. They hired Stevens because they believed she was loyal and hardworking person and she turned out to be doing drugs when she was not supposed to. I chose this article because I liked the topic and the headline stood ou...

Dialogue

"How was school today Ellie?" My mom asks as I get in the car. "Fine," I say tired as always. "Did anything happen today? Anything important?" She says as if she knows something. "Not really. Except I had a French test," I say distantly because my phone is distracting me. "Well, how did it go?" "It was alright, I studied so hard for it. I think I made an A," I say still distracted by my phone. "Good." We drive the rest of the car ride in silence because my mom has nothing to say, and I am too distracted to say anything. "Home already," I mumble to myself, not noticing how short one car ride could be. "What was that?" My mom asks. "Nothing," I say annoyed. "Ellie start your homework soon! You need to go to bed by 10:00," says my mom knowing by the time I finished homework and lollygagging on my phone, it will already be 11:00. "Mom but I am so tired, can't I ...

Short Story

"1, 2, 3, 4," I hear as I run to the best possible hiding spot in the house. When I open the closet filled to the roof I notice someone has already taken my spot but as I look around the room I hear "Ready or not here I come," I jump in the overstuffed closet and grab the hinge of the door, trying to make sure the pile of junk I am standing on is sturdy. "Bang," The door closes, "crunch," my finger gets crushed in the hinges. I scream bloody murder and the person that was looking for us instantly swings the door open. "Oh my gosh," says the person who opens the door noticing the amount of blood dripping from my finger. I fall to the ground in pain, blacking out.

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