Bobby´s Baseball Glove

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Kristen BP

Mrs. Meadows

A-B period

October 6.

Bobby´s  Baseball Glove

 I stared at    the glove and knew it was perfect. I remember him playing with   it, so happy.  He was a red headed boy, most of them are really grumpy but he was more than nice. I loved him.  Even do he was younger than me; he was like a role model.

   It was almost his birthday and I needed to get him something.  He was so hard to buy a gift for,  because he was so simple   that you never knew what he liked and  what he didn´t like. But this time my gift had to be perfect.  I thought about   buying him a  Slinky.   Even do it was the most popular  toy , he didn´t seem to be so interested in it ,  so I didn´t.  Maybe he did liked it  but he didn’t show it, so I was really confused.  One day before his birthday, I went walking down Adam Street, when I saw this peculiar store.    It was full of all kind of toys.  Finally I said.  I ran into the store, it was beautiful.  But like I said, I didn´t have any idea of what to buy him. I went through every line of toys when I saw something.  A glove.  I remembered him talking a few weeks ago that he liked baseball. Then it hit me. I had to buy him a glove!! It was the perfect gift. I went to every glove looking for a lefty.  Until the very end that I saw one. The very single one.  It was kind of rotten, so I went   looking for the owner.  I found the owner and said ¨hey sir; do you happen to have another lefty baseball globe? ¨  The owner nodded.  I didn’t have any  other choice.

 I went home and tried to clean as good as I could.  It got better, but not perfect.

The day came and it was all rapped up.  I was so nervous.  I couldn´t wait. Finally he woke up and  he opened the gift.  The smile in his face was not normal. He started crying and then he hugged me.  ¨Thank you! that is  exactly what I wanted you are the best! I love you. ¨  He said.  I couldn´t helped, tears felt from my eyes to.

 First thing he did when he   had it was write poetry in it.  I was surprised.  But then I read them, and they were incredible.  He was so intelligent.

 Day after day we practiced. He was so good!!  I thought one day he could even be in the big leads! Until that day. October 4^th of 1945. We were practicing and he passed out. I was so worried.  He was diagnosing with leukemia.  Even do his red hair felt of and he was not allowed to play baseball, his smile every time he saw me   never disappeared. And that’s how I remember him always been happy, but he dying, marked me forever.

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Ms. Meadows

English AB. September  20 , 2011.

Dear brother:

    In  this last few days , we have   been desperate to  get to our destination.  It seems like we have  been gone very long , but  our captain  , Christopher,  says the opposite.  He has been  acting  with  guile toward us , but we have to have respect for our captain.

It was imperative  for us to find the promising  land.  But time flew by and we didn´t  find anything.   

Days after,   the land  that we were waiting for appeared in a spontaneous manner. the captain was happy. And we enjoyed been by his side when   he was in his happy disposition.  But soon  his happiness disappeared when we  didn´t find what he expected.

Hope to see you soon,

Kristen.

The Vulture Eye

TRUE, I was really nervous. But am not mad. The disease I have sharpened my senses. So I had an acute hearing.

I loved the old man. Passion there was none. Object there was none. But it was his eye! Soon as I think of it I grimaced. I had to kill him.

You fancy me mad. That’s the point. But you should have seen how gingerly I proceed. My endeavor to kill him was surprising. I had an inventory of everything I had to do.  I was never, NEVER kinder to the old man before I killed him. Every night at midnight I would go in to his room so gingerly waiting for his eye to be open. So wisely. A madman had been so wise as this?

I did this for 7 long nights. Until the 8^th night. I went into his room as usual.  he was clad in his blankets. Suddenly, one sound only one little mistake woke him up. He started screaming nervously who was it. Soon I could feel his fear coming from his soul. I stayed very still, but I knew that feeling. My disease every night made me feel the fear of others.  So it wasn´t a new thing for me.

I waited a long time, and then, I proceeded. I opened the lantern. Soon as I opened ,I saw the eye . that vulture eye.

Have I told you am not mad?  Is but  over acuteness  of senses? Soon ,I heard a quick sound. I knew  that sound. It was the beating of the old man´s heart. It was such in a abrasive way, which made me furious.

 I held still the lantern so I could see his eye. I knew how dehydrated he feels when he is scared, so he looked all sweat up.  The heart beat grew  louder, and louder every instant.  His terrors had been extreme!!   The old man´s hour had come, I had to kill him. In a cursory way I pulled him to the floor. He was electrified!!  However, I pulled the heavy bed in top of him. I smiled, it was  done. I could hear his heart beat. But he was stone dead. His eye would not trouble me no more.

 I still   you think me mad, you will not   when I tell you the precautions I took with the body.

 I took three planks from the flooring of the chamber , and deposited all between the scantlings. There was not single evidence that a person’s eye could see.

Later I heard a knocking in the door. I went with no fear an opened it. There came in 3 men who were police. A neighbor had heard a mysterious sound and they informed it.

 I had no fear at all. I welcomed them, and explain them   that the noise came from me when I was having a bad dream.  I mentioned that  the old man was out of the country. I showed them the entire  house and comforted  them with sits  in the same room where I had killed the old man. While I seated in the very spot where the victim was.

I had to corroborate with all their interrogatory. The officers were pleased. But suddenly I felt myself getting pale and wishing them gone. I could hear an annoying ringing. The ringing became louder. Then I realized the noise was not within my ears.

 It was a doll quick sound. Like a watch makes when is enveloped in cotton.  Talked quickly, and the officers didn’t even noticed. I tried to simulate I was fine. But every time was louder!!  How can they not hear it? No .  It was impossible for them not to. Quick I surmise and I was Shure they knew. They  kept laughing! Soon I derive. They were making fun of me!! I could bear those hypocrites smiles no longer. I felt I had to scream or die. It grew louder and louder.

I succumb the crime!! I admit the deed! Stop making fun of me! its the beating of   the old man´s  heart!! Soon I told them every gruesome detail…

Hiii

:D

Soy rara