The Dinner

     "Today was the day," thought Carla. She had been waiting for this day for weeks. She was finally going to win the Spelling Bee. But first, she needs to take care of some business.

      Carla turns on the stove and puts a pot of water on it. She grabbed the frozen vegetable from the freezer and plopped them into the water. She got out some noodles and put them in another pot of boiling water on the opposite side of the stove. Carla was cooking so fast and precise that she said, "If I, for some reason, don't win the Spelling Bee, I could become a chef."

     Right as Carla was puring the tomato sauce over the spaghetti noodles, the phone rang. She wiped her hands off on her green and white apron. "Hello? she said into the phone in her sing song voice. It was Jenna. Jenna always wins the Spelling Bee every year and she soon became Carla's arch nemesis. She also happens to be Carla's lunch guest. 

     "Hey Carla! Is it okay if I come over a half an hour early? I figured it was best so that we can get to the Spelling Bee a little early." Jen said.

     "Yeah!" Carla said. "The sooner, the better." The girls hung up the phone. They talk to each other like they're best friends.

     "Hmmm..." Carla mumbled as she slowly and carefully walked over to the cabinet next to the fridge. Then opened it up even slower as she made a deep sigh. She moved the Cinnamon and the salt and many other spices until she got the very back right corner. The cylinder's label was covered by a yellow piece of paper taped onto it. Carla quickly started putting all of the spices back but leaving the back corner open. 

     Jenna was going to be there in fifteen minutes. Carla started to look nervous, looking side to side over and over. She knew it was now or never. She separated the pasta into two bowls. Then looking at the door again, she opened the yellow cylinder and poured some of the powder over Jenna's bowl. She speedily ran to the spice cabinet and put the cylinder back. After washing her hands very well, Carla got out some glasses and poured ice tea into them fixing a lemon slice on each. She set the table being very careful not to mix up Jenna's bowl with hers. "Ding," The door bell rang.

     "Hey!" Carla said as if everything was fine, as she opened the door.
     "Hi! Sorry for the sudden change of plans," Jenna said looking at Carla's hair and clothes. Carla hadn't even remembered to get dressed that morning. She even forgot to eat breakfast.
      "Oh," Carla said ashamed. "I guess I was so caught up in cleaning and cooking for lunch that I forgot to get ready."
     "Well its a good thing that I came early. You can get dressed before the Spelling Bee," Jenna suggested as she took off her jacket and hung it on the hook by the door. Then she pulled out a Tupperware from her purse full of cookies.
     "Oh good! You brought dessert," Carla exclaimed. "I already have lunch set out for us. It's still hot. I made pasta because I know it's your favorite. And we also have boiled veggies." They sat down at the table and talked for a little while, mostly about the Spelling Bee. Then Jenna started to bring up how she wins every single year and it is so easy to spell lieutenant. Carla got angry but instead of showing it, she said, "Let's dig in before it gets cold." With that, Carla took an enormous bite of pasta to nudge Jenna to take a bite also.
     Jenna laughed at the sauce rolling down Carla's chin. Then she put her fork into the pasta and got about half the size of pasta that Carla had, and ate it. Carla's heart stopped when Jenna took the bite. Jenna made a funny look like the pasta tasted weird. She reached for her ice tea but before she took a sip, she dropped the glass then fell to the floor. She had died immediately after falling. Carla watched as her face turned pale and muscles loosened.
     Jenna had made a hole in the basement for the body. After she hauled Jenna to the hole, she started cleaning up lunch. She took the money from Jenna's purse and then threw it in the hole with Jenna. She had an hour to get to the Spelling Bee so she took her time. Then she got dressed and did her hair and even finished her pasta.
     It was time to leave for the big event. Carla was so excited but her face was dull. "Put on a smile Carla!" she said to herself. "You are finally going to win this thing!" She turned around to get her purse and saw the cookies by the sink. "Maybe just one," Carla thought. She took a bite of the chocolate chip cookie. She swallowed and dropped the cookie on the ground. Her eye sight started to get blurry. She fell to the ground coughing. She glanced at the cookie she had dropped. There was white powdery stuff, kind of like the poison she put in Jenna's pasta. Then before she could piece it all together, her heart stopped.

      

My "Embelish an Ad"

“MIDVALE- clean, quiet, affordable Legacy Court. Free heat, water, and cable television. One bedroom and one bathroom for sale. NO PETS! Starting at $585 a month.” James wrote. He had a plan; a very devious plan.

    James Hall was a 18 year old kid that was struggling in school. He was held back a couple of years and cannot get passed the tenth grade. He usually skips school. He is a very smart kid. He knows spelling and math just from his earlier years in school but he doesn’t show any effort to learn now a days. His parents passed away three years ago. James can legally live by himself so he moves all over the place, switching houses every six months or so.
    James is a very troubled kid. His look doesn’t help being otherwise. He dresses in black sweats and a grey hoodie everyday. He has holes in his shoes and clothes, and he doesn’t bother getting new ones. James lost his parents when he was 15. They died in the most horrible way thought possible. They were slashed together in their own house. James remembers waking up from the sounds of screams and he went downstairs to find both of his parents dead on the bloody floor. Some people say James killed them. Why would anyone think that James would kill his own parents that he had loved so much?
    Now a days, James just walks around town and he always gets in trouble because his temper cannot put up with the teenagers that pick on him. He doesn’t have any friends even though he moves every so often. All he does is make enemy's with every other guy in high school. Sometimes girls too. The police hasn’t pieced this together yet buy every guy who ever picked on James is now dead or out of the country. All slaughtered like his parents were.    
    James realizes that the cops with think hes suspicious with all this slaughtering being done. But James will not get caught. He refuses to stop killing innocent people but he cannot get caught. This is why he moves so much, so that the police wont catch on. But just to be safe, he needs a partner. James pushed send on the ad email. He sent it to the jail newspaper. He knew that those getting released from jail will need a place to stay. Then he will convince the room owner to work with him and kill those lives of which they think deserve it.

~~~Years later~~~

    James found his new partner in crime, Charles. They became good friends and even better killers. They decided to start using other killing methods such as hanging, burning and other cruel schemes. They make sure that the police know it was murder, but make even more sure that they do not find out who the killers are. They have become very wealthy as paid assassins. They are criminal master minds so don’t cross their path or they will kill you.

Creativity

    Creativity is a person standing behind me all day throwing new ideas at me. They hit me hard and suddenly, that’s all I can think of. Creativity looks different every day, if not every second. She has all sorts of moods that change all throughout the day. All she wants to do is Inspire you to do crazy and wild things. Her ideas burst out of her like a rapid river going downstream.

At times when we are desperately asking for Creativity to give us some great ideas, she plays a trick on us and doesn’t help us out. Creativity is always there, especially when you get bored. She knows when you’re looking out into space so she tells you what to think about. It takes a lot out of you to come back to earth. Creativity likes to help out so she tells you all sorts of Exciting things to do, even on homework. She enjoys telling you what to draw and write. Some people think of her as a control freak. But without her, you’d be a boring glob of Uselessness. Sometimes her ideas are not the best but at least shes trying to help you. At least that’s what we think.

Creativity is full of Joy and Happiness, but she can also give you deep and dark thoughts that whirl through your head like a big gust of Angry Wind. She tells people to write and sing insane, horrid and twisted things. She gets inside peoples head and plants Exotic ideas in your brain. When Creativity is thinking up creepy and in genius thoughts, she must get rid of it before she is completely destroyed. So whenever you get an insane, crazy and terrible thought, Creativity is just using you so her mind isn’t poisoned forever.  Creativity sits beside my bed at night whispering crazy things without stopping until I eventually fall asleep. But this is the perfect time to crawl inside my head and bury an unthinkable thought inside my brain, this is where nightmares come from. Creativity is the kind of person who is your friend; then goes to stab you in the back. But when she has a terrifying thought, she ruins lives to get hers happy again. Serial killers and other criminals often get their bad influence from her. She knows who is vulnerable so she gives those people all of her  not wanted ideas. Creativity is a good person, right? No. She is just a little rat pretending to be your friend.