The New Story

Heyo Jammers

You might have already read the new story and stuff
but for the people new to this blog
I just want to say you may read my new story The Battle Of Jamaa

I hope you really like it and yeah
(This is a short post :P)

Anyways

Jam On Jammers

Another Story

The Time Square Musical

         

            It was 5:00 p.m. when my family and I had finally made it to Time Square, New York, for I was to watch the exciting Phantom of the Opera musical. I smiled when I saw the huge Paramount Hotel. As I jumped out of the car the smell of oil and burned hot dogs filled my nose, I shivered as the cold wind tickled my bones.  I trudged on to the sidewalk and the butler opened the door for me and my family. Once I got in, the sound of soft jazz and people clicking their phones filled my ears. My parents finally reserved our room on the eleventh floor. When we made it to our room, I shoved the door open and found the theater right across the hotel.

         

           The clock ticked 8:00 p.m. I grabbed my jacket and rushed down the stairs. I reached the theater and found a huge crowd shivering in the wind and talking. The doors opened and the guards scanned our cards, my smile was as big as the Amazon River while a lady in a dark blue dress greeted us warmly and took me and my family to our seats.

         

           I watched people pile into their seats and get huge king-sized Hershey bars and bottles of water.  While people were piling into their seats, a huge surge of music finally silenced the loud audience. A huge chandelier was lifted up like magic while the music was playing.

         

           The sound was as soft as a feather and as hard as a rock, all mixed together. I was amazed by the songs and choreography of the musical, the actions were scary and graceful too. My most favorite part was when the phantom was singing Music of the Night and rowing a raft with the woman gazing around.  Sadly, two hours had passed and the musical was over, the audience cheered and clapped while the actors and actresses bowed and curtsied while the red velvety curtain closed.

         

            Right when I left the theater, I told myself that this was the best day I ever had and that I’ll never forget it. The Phantom of the Opera musical had made my day amazing.

           

Vera T J

This was about my trip to New York

It was really fun and The Phantom of The Opera was an amazing Musical

Anyways

Jam On Jammers!!

         

A Sotry

The Farm in Connecticut

It was a bright morning when my mom made an announcement that we were to move to a farm in Connecticut.

           While my dad and siblings were cheering with delight, I grumbled. I had learned from my friends that Connecticut was ugly, plain, and a very poor place.

             I could just picture our new farm, dull, ugly, and dry. The walls of the farm was covered with crumbling limestone. Old yellow, grass covering the ground. No big, strong maple trees to climb on either. The address even seemed weird, 623 Maple Monkey Rd. The address gave me another bad feeling that Connecticut must have some weird people. Though I had bad impressions of how our new farm would look like, I gave up my argument and just moved in with my family.

            When we finally made it to Connecticut, the farm was nothing like I had expected, instead the walls were cherry red and very neat. The grass was green as a jade stone. Maples trees big and strong were easy to climb. A quiet white horse was grazing in the grass. I found that I did like my house after all, though the address was pretty embarrassing, I loved my new neighborhood and then and on, I lived in that very house.

Vera T.  J

Jam On Jammers

(for Jam on Jammers)

My New Blog!

HEYO JAMMERS

I'm so happy to present you my very own new blog!

And here's a story

Sorry It's pretty long!

Anyways, Jam On Jammers!

In the Shell

My name is Green. I was born from an egg in 1825 at the Galápagos Islands, a time when there were many tortoise hunters. I didn’t understand why so many hunters searching for some tortoises to feast on since I was so young. Though life as a tortoise was hard in the 1800s, I always had fun, munching on fruit and meal worms. I had fun rolling around and playing games with my friends too. As I grew there were not that many tortoises because of the hunters.

Then in 1834 I was munching on the grass when I suddenly saw a ship coming my way to the island, I heard it was called the Beagle. Afraid that it meant that more tortoise hunters were coming our way, I quickly hid under a bush with a hole to look out. Instead of seeing men with guns off the ship I only saw one simple man, who wore a long coat and had very big brown curly sideburns on each side of his face. Surprised, I crawled slowly out of my hiding place and came forward to the stranger. I looked at the man wondering why was he here. The man still staring at me walked around.

Stopping, he took out a long slender ruler to measure my height. He studied some more on my weight, color, diet, and life. As he was doing this he took out a small notepad, along with a pen, I guess he was writing down the things he was studying about me.

Then I heard him say to himself: “This could lead to something, maybe how humans came to Earth, animals turning in humans instead of god making people.”

“Maybe, Darwin, maybe, the idea seems a bit to wondrous.” Said someone behind him, “I’m pretty sure this case will prove that really animals turned to humans.” Darwin said back “Your imagination is getting too wild, god made people okay? So just try to get rid of the idea.”

“Okay, I will try to.” But I could tell that Darwin could still be thinking of the idea he had in mind. After that the talk they had they left.

Still thinking about the stranger, I walked back to my shelter and talked about the stranger who was no hunter at all but maybe a traveler. As I talked about him I got interrupted by a friend,

“He could be an undercover tortoise hunter. Or maybe even a global weatherman.”

Still clueless, I decided to ignore the thought of the strange man and ducked back into my shell.  Seventy-four years later after the strange man’s visit more people came to the island, none of them were tortoise hunters.

‘Maybe they are weathermen.’ I thought. ‘But why would weathermen want to go to this island?’ Right after I thought about it a friend behind me muttered

            “Scientists, Green, they’re scientists,” one of my friends behind me said. I looked up and saw people at me and muttering words I didn’t understand. Suddenly, without a warning, I was picked up by a dark haired man, who carried me in his arms as I struggled to get out. But his strong arms made it harder to get out so I gave up. As he walked he locked me in a cage and I was driven away from my wildlife home.

            Confused, I ducked into my shell. Then the whole car went to a halt. The man picked the cage up and I was back outside. I thought I was going to go back home again. I couldn’t see so I couldn’t tell, but instead I was dropped off at a science lab. I lifted my long neck out of the shell and crawled around. It didn’t feel warm, but it felt cold and lonely. Looking up I saw a woman sketching out something, maybe me, on her notepad. The she picked me up on the table and walked around me, pointing at me, she said,

            “Take the tortoise to the zoo.”

            “And why should I?” asked the man,

            “It seems to need a little vacation from his wild home, anyway, just take him to the zoo.”

            “So you told me to bring this tortoise just for you to see and send to the zoo?”

            “Yes, now just take it too the zoo please.” The woman said impatiently.

The zoo: I heard about that place from my friends, they said they trap you in a cage and you will never be free again and all you got to eat at the zoo was cheese! How can I live there? How come these people were sending me to the zoo?

Then I was sent back to the cage and there I was, in the zoo. But instead of cheese feeding or trapped in cages, I got a home with friends. And I got something better to eat than just fruit and wet grass, I got fresh dry green grass to eat, mud to roll in and clean water. Even though life in the zoo had more freedom, better food, and people feeding me well, I still missed my other friends in the wild, where they got to see the sky and where is was more spacious, while I had to look through a hole just to look up and living in a cramped room. A few years later in 1901 I was put back in the cage, wondering why, I let them take me. Then after a few hours of driving, I found myself back into my wildlife home my friends greeting me by lifting up their long hidden necks. I had a life of adventures, seeing a strange man who might have made a new discovery, dodging a life of tortoise hunting, and living at the cramped zoo. I am now an old tortoise and that was my story to you.

By,

VERA T. J