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&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Written: May 2006&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Copyright Protected&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/DashasStories/~4/0amwZzuyY74" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/DashasStories/~3/0amwZzuyY74/bunnys-big-year.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Dasha)</author><media:thumbnail url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MnaexIHqFvU/TK0Aoo6i3dI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/pcEXnsYQe1o/s72-c/pic1.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><georss:featurename>Glenview, IL 60026, USA</georss:featurename><georss:point>42.092172 -87.8205864</georss:point><georss:box>42.060325999999996 -87.87895139999999 42.124018 -87.7622214</georss:box><feedburner:origLink>http://www.mycutey.com/2010/10/bunnys-big-year.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1465436136327915802.post-9075487116936500110</guid><pubDate>Sun, 15 Aug 2010 02:28:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-08-14T19:28:00.900-07:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">short kids stories</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">rock</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">singing</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">ballet</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">kids stories online</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">hannah</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">kids story</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">childrens stories</category><title>Rock and Hannah</title><description>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MnaexIHqFvU/TGdNxTrgQBI/AAAAAAAAASw/4PEFHNsFopg/s1600/pic1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="123" ox="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MnaexIHqFvU/TGdNxTrgQBI/AAAAAAAAASw/4PEFHNsFopg/s200/pic1.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif; font-size: large;"&gt;Author: Daria (Dasha) Raguimov&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif; font-size: large;"&gt;Written: May 2006&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Copyright Protected&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/DashasStories/~4/3XhleK6ocWs" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/DashasStories/~3/3XhleK6ocWs/bunny-and-piggy.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Dasha)</author><media:thumbnail url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MnaexIHqFvU/TGNPiGv9LTI/AAAAAAAAAPw/FWPDn7uXMpU/s72-c/pic1.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://www.mycutey.com/2010/08/bunny-and-piggy.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1465436136327915802.post-5811647812284058503</guid><pubDate>Sun, 02 May 2010 19:13:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-05-02T12:13:06.188-07:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">something</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">mountain</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">short kids stories</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">new</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">find</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">daisa</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">kids stories online</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">kids story</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">hike</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">childrens stories</category><title>I Will Find Something New!</title><description>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MnaexIHqFvU/S93NbMsnccI/AAAAAAAAAOg/LthzdfNpyq8/s1600/pic1.gif" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MnaexIHqFvU/S93NbMsnccI/AAAAAAAAAOg/LthzdfNpyq8/s200/pic1.gif" tt="true" width="167" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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Daisa was walking till Sally came. Sally said: “I found something new.” But Sally didn’t say what it was.&lt;br /&gt;
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Sally said: “I’m looking for a thing and I did see something new. It’s a jewel heart.”&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;I wrote a letter on this page. “Dear Daria, when you keep writing the story, make a different story about me. Good job Daria. Love Don.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;a href="http://docs.google.com/fileview?id=0B3_-6RB8wtzvM2EzMzU3NmUtMzk5MC00MzM0LWI5OTEtYmNiODk1ZmJmMDY2&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Original Story - Gross!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Copyright Protected&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/DashasStories/~4/n1HjCpjJ8EY" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/DashasStories/~3/n1HjCpjJ8EY/gross-part-1.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Dasha)</author><media:thumbnail url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MnaexIHqFvU/S5v7k0_Q09I/AAAAAAAAAFs/_rJlZlepzUM/s72-c/part1_pic01.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://www.mycutey.com/2010/03/gross-part-1.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1465436136327915802.post-5624348955074782948</guid><pubDate>Sun, 07 Mar 2010 01:12:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-03-06T17:12:36.457-08:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">story for kids</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">third day of school</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">read</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">kids stories online</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">jessica</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">kids story</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">first week of school</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">childrens stories</category><title>My First Week of School !!! - Day Three</title><description>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"&gt;Third Day of School&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;a href="http://dashasstories.blogspot.com/2010/03/my-first-week-of-school-day-one.html"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;First Day of School&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;a href="http://dashasstories.blogspot.com/2010/03/my-first-week-of-school-day-two.html"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Second Day of School&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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The next morning Jenny left. “Oh, how I wish I could stay,” said Jenny. “No way, master!” said Wendy.&lt;br /&gt;
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The rest of the day was normal as usual. “Yes. No, Jenny” said Jessica and Wendy sat with Jessica.&lt;br /&gt;
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Then at snack time, they sang “chili is my snack and mine is peanut butter and grapes.”&lt;br /&gt;
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Then it was music. Jessica and Wendy sang the best. “We are the wolves of this school” sang Miss Loonis’ class.&lt;br /&gt;
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Then was art. “What are you drawing?” asked Ms. Link. “A bird,” said Jessica. “Cool,” said Ms. Link.&lt;br /&gt;
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Then on spelling test, Jessica got two words wrong. So did Wendy. It was ‘evaporation’ and ‘condensation’ for Wendy and ‘chute’ and ‘belch’ for Jessica.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MnaexIHqFvU/S5L5W2FHA5I/AAAAAAAAAFE/tdJFW3x2CeU/s1600-h/pic4_day3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" kt="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MnaexIHqFvU/S5L5W2FHA5I/AAAAAAAAAFE/tdJFW3x2CeU/s320/pic4_day3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Then was lunch. Jessica and Wendy bought lunch. It was western hot dogs. “Mmm… mmm… good,” said Wendy. They gobbled down those western hot dogs.&lt;br /&gt;
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They went outside to play tag. “I’m having lots-o fun tonight!” said Jessica. &lt;br /&gt;
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Then they went to do tricks on the swing. As usual Jessica did the best tricks…&lt;br /&gt;
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The other days and weeks were normal…, &lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MnaexIHqFvU/S5L5ktMbtmI/AAAAAAAAAFU/wcpR9PzsXM8/s1600-h/pic6_day3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" kt="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MnaexIHqFvU/S5L5ktMbtmI/AAAAAAAAAFU/wcpR9PzsXM8/s320/pic6_day3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Until one day Jenny comes over…&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;AUTHOR:&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; DASHA RAGUIMOV&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;WRITTEN: Septermber 2009&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://dashasstories.blogspot.com/2010/03/my-first-week-of-school-day-one.html"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;First Day of School&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://dashasstories.blogspot.com/2010/03/my-first-week-of-school-day-two.html"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Second Day of School&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;a href="http://docs.google.com/fileview?id=0B3_-6RB8wtzvM2QxMTRjZjQtNzNlMC00NDRmLWE3NzEtOGYwZDU2NTc1NjNh&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Original - My First Week of School! Day 3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Copyright Protected&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/DashasStories/~4/pX4XUGWlEVs" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/DashasStories/~3/pX4XUGWlEVs/my-first-week-of-school-day-three.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Dasha)</author><media:thumbnail url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MnaexIHqFvU/S5L4uO2LkSI/AAAAAAAAAEs/i9zWmXftrEA/s72-c/pic1_day3.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://www.mycutey.com/2010/03/my-first-week-of-school-day-three.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1465436136327915802.post-5518324616663572267</guid><pubDate>Fri, 05 Mar 2010 02:36:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-03-06T17:12:05.266-08:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">story for kids</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">second day of school</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">read</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">kids stories online</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">jessica</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">kids story</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">first week of school</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">childrens stories</category><title>My First Week of School !!! - Day Two</title><description>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Second Day of School&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;a href="http://dashasstories.blogspot.com/2010/03/my-first-week-of-school-day-one.html"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;First Day of School&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;a href="http://dashasstories.blogspot.com/2010/03/my-first-week-of-school-day-three.html"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Third Day of School&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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When Jessica awoke, Ryan was still sleeping. Jessica put sticky goo on Ryan’s hand and put icky powder on Ryan’s face. “Ouch, icky,” said Ryan. He started itching. “My hands stuck on my face!” yelled Ryan. &lt;br /&gt;
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Jessica’s Mom and Dad rushed over to Ryan’s room and saw what happened. “Are you okay,” said Jessica’s Dad. “No! My hand is on my face,” complained Ryan.&lt;br /&gt;
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“Hold still,” said Jessica’s Mom and started to pull Ryan’s hand. Jessica got water and poured the water where the goo was. Ryan’s hand came off his face.&lt;br /&gt;
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“Honey, let’s go comb your hair,” said Jessica’s Mom. “And you take a shower, Mr.” said Jessica’s Dad.&lt;br /&gt;
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While Ryan took a quick shower, Jessica ate breakfast.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MnaexIHqFvU/S5Brkc9aRKI/AAAAAAAAAD8/ti8M81b8vfU/s1600-h/pic2_day2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" kt="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MnaexIHqFvU/S5Brkc9aRKI/AAAAAAAAAD8/ti8M81b8vfU/s320/pic2_day2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Jessica wanted to sit with Wendy, but Wendy sat with a different girl. “Hi, Jenny,” said Wendy. “Hey, Wendy, you have not changed a bit,” said Wendy. “You too,” said Wendy. Jessica was upset.&lt;br /&gt;
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“Hey, where do you keep Creamy?” said Wendy. “In my huge backyard,” said Jenny. “Cool,” said Wendy, “ I wish I could see Creamy.” “Come to my house after school,” said Jenny. “Okay,” said Wendy.&lt;br /&gt;
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In school Wendy made a list of her friends. Jenny saw it. Jessica peeked at it. Jenny was first and Jessica was 14.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MnaexIHqFvU/S5BryzvCj-I/AAAAAAAAAEE/GkEOVfersrs/s1600-h/pic3_day2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" kt="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MnaexIHqFvU/S5BryzvCj-I/AAAAAAAAAEE/GkEOVfersrs/s320/pic3_day2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;At lunch Wendy sat with Jenny and Lili. Ally sat across from Wendy. Jessica was furious and sad. “I hope the day gets better,” thought Jessica.&lt;br /&gt;
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At recess Wendy said to Jenny. “Let’s do tricks on swings.” Wendy showed Jenny tricks. “Hey, that’s my tricks,” murmured Jessica.&lt;br /&gt;
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Wendy and Jenny played and ran. Jessica sat on a bench and watched them play. “I wished that was me,” murmured Jessica.&lt;br /&gt;
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When the bell rang, Wendy ran, Jenny walked. Jessica ran over to Wendy.&lt;br /&gt;
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“Why are you ignoring me?” asked Jessica. “I’m not. You just don’t wanna play with me,” said Wendy. Oh, yeah? I followed you since I first saw you today,” said Jessica. “Jenny is my best friend. She is visiting from Texas till next morning,” said Wendy.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MnaexIHqFvU/S5Br-G8WXZI/AAAAAAAAAEM/9j-8PMrgu1Y/s1600-h/pic4_day2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" kt="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MnaexIHqFvU/S5Br-G8WXZI/AAAAAAAAAEM/9j-8PMrgu1Y/s320/pic4_day2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;“Are you gonna play with Jessica, your 14th friend, for the rest of the day?!”said Jenny. “No… Sorry,” said Wendy. Jenny grabbed Wendy’s arm and walked away.&lt;br /&gt;
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“Oh, Jessica, I can’t play with you after school,” shouted Wendy. Miss Loonis said, “Today Ms. Kendor’s class will come in and play math games with you.” “Hello, Miss Loonis’ class,” said Ms. Kendor.&lt;br /&gt;
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“I’m from Texas and two kids were heroes in Texas, Jenny Jelio and Wendy Wiold,” said Ms. Kendor. “That’s me. I’m Wendy Wiold,” said Wendy. “And I’m Jenny Jelio,” said Jenny.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MnaexIHqFvU/S5BsJfRMgoI/AAAAAAAAAEU/_KLthCXCuHU/s1600-h/pic5_day2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" kt="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MnaexIHqFvU/S5BsJfRMgoI/AAAAAAAAAEU/_KLthCXCuHU/s320/pic5_day2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;“Well, let’s audition the topic”, said Miss Loonis. “Yes, yes, I forgot,” said Ms. Kendor. “Jessica, Jenny, Joel,” called Miss Loonis. “Wendy, Briana, Bull,” called Ms. Kendor. “Kithy, Kathy, Kim.” “Liles, Lily, Lil.”&lt;br /&gt;
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After math, we did writer’s workshop. When it was sharing time, Wendy went first. Her story was called “Little Red Riding Hood Named Jenny”.&lt;br /&gt;
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It was awful and amazing. Why it was awful? ‘Cause Jenny was the main character and the story was amazing.&lt;br /&gt;
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Today Wendy and Jenny were getting picked up by car. So Jessica didn’t walk with Wendy to her bus. “Oh,” said Jessica.&lt;br /&gt;
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“Oh, I wish the next day is better,” said Jessica while riding the bus. AT the bus stop Jessica’s Mom was there.&lt;br /&gt;
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“Hi, Honey,” said Jessica’s Mom. “Hi,” said Jessica in a sad voice. “How was your day?” asked Jessica’s Mom. “Bad,” said Jessica.&lt;br /&gt;
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“Why?” asked Jessica’s Mom. “Cause Wendy played with Jenny, not me,” said Jessica. “Poor Baby,” said Jessica’s Mom. “I’m not a baby,” said Jessica.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MnaexIHqFvU/S5BsUqo6RfI/AAAAAAAAAEc/gxJlcemWxLA/s1600-h/pic6_day2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" kt="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MnaexIHqFvU/S5BsUqo6RfI/AAAAAAAAAEc/gxJlcemWxLA/s320/pic6_day2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;“What do you want for lunch?” asked Jessica’s Mom. “Hot dog,” said Jessica. Jessica took a breath. “Oh, I wish Wendy was here,” said Jessica.&lt;br /&gt;
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Meanwhile, Wendy and Jenny were having a great time. “I can’t wait for our sleepover,’ said Wendy. “Yeah, fetch me some water,” said Jenny. “What?” said Wendy and from that point on it was bad.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MnaexIHqFvU/S5BsehI793I/AAAAAAAAAEk/ZWdNHsuoUto/s1600-h/pic7_day2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" kt="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MnaexIHqFvU/S5BsehI793I/AAAAAAAAAEk/ZWdNHsuoUto/s320/pic7_day2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Jessica was getting ready to sleep. “Yawn,” yawned Jessica. “I wish me and Wendy were having a sleepover, not Jenny and Wendy,” said Jessica.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;a href="http://dashasstories.blogspot.com/2010/03/my-first-week-of-school-day-one.html"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;First Day of School&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;a href="http://dashasstories.blogspot.com/2010/03/my-first-week-of-school-day-three.html"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Third Day of School&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;a href="http://docs.google.com/fileview?id=0B3_-6RB8wtzvNTQ1ZDg1NmItZmQ1ZC00ZmNkLThjMzAtMzgxZDhiNzFhZTVl&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Original - My First Week of School! Day 2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Copyright Protected&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/DashasStories/~4/65yx4dU4U6A" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/DashasStories/~3/65yx4dU4U6A/my-first-week-of-school-day-two.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Dasha)</author><media:thumbnail url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MnaexIHqFvU/S5BrMIXq-aI/AAAAAAAAAD0/V6dkkOBGr1A/s72-c/pic1_day2.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>1</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://www.mycutey.com/2010/03/my-first-week-of-school-day-two.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1465436136327915802.post-2700602477936387034</guid><pubDate>Thu, 04 Mar 2010 05:31:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-03-06T17:13:07.253-08:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">story for kids</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">first day of school</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">read</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">kids stories online</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">jessica</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">kids story</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">first week of school</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">childrens stories</category><title>My First Week of School !!! - Day One</title><description>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MnaexIHqFvU/S5L80HnT6WI/AAAAAAAAAFk/ztnruIJTLDo/s1600-h/pic1_day1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" kt="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MnaexIHqFvU/S5L80HnT6WI/AAAAAAAAAFk/ztnruIJTLDo/s320/pic1_day1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;First Day of School&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;a href="http://dashasstories.blogspot.com/2010/03/my-first-week-of-school-day-two.html"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Second Day of School&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;a href="http://dashasstories.blogspot.com/2010/03/my-first-week-of-school-day-three.html"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Third Day of School&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MnaexIHqFvU/S48_Boy_M5I/AAAAAAAAACc/e2xspjTiaH0/s1600-h/pic2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" kt="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MnaexIHqFvU/S48_Boy_M5I/AAAAAAAAACc/e2xspjTiaH0/s320/pic2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Jessica was cuddled in bed sweetly sleeping, but then…&lt;br /&gt;
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“Wake up, Honey!” shouted Jessica’s Dad. “Mmm,” said Jessica. “Don’t mmm. It’s time for school,” said Jessica’s Dad. “I hate school,” said Jessica.&lt;br /&gt;
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“You hate school? I loved school,” said Jessica’s Dad. “Really? Well, I’m not going,” said Jessica. “I was like you in school,” said Jessica’s Dad.&lt;br /&gt;
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“Now go to Mommy and she’ll do your hair,” said Jessica’s Dad. Jessica walked to the bathroom and Jessica’s Mom did her hair.&lt;br /&gt;
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“Go brush your teeth and get dressed,” said Jessica’s Mom. Jessica stomped to the door with a ”J” on it.&lt;br /&gt;
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Jessica got her yellow and green toothbrush and squirted blue toothpaste on her toothbrush and brushed back and forth, back and forth, back and forth.&lt;br /&gt;
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Jessica went to her room to get dressed, but as soon as she opened the door, her brother jumped and scared her.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MnaexIHqFvU/S5L8X265LYI/AAAAAAAAAFc/WB6MzZ7mPYI/s1600-h/pic2.5_day1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" kt="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MnaexIHqFvU/S5L8X265LYI/AAAAAAAAAFc/WB6MzZ7mPYI/s320/pic2.5_day1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;“Ryan, get out of my room... Now!” yelled Jessica. “Okay, okay,” said Ryan.&amp;nbsp;Jessica picked this outfit. &lt;br /&gt;
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“Hurry up, the bus will come and you won’t get to eat,” said Jessica’s Mom. Jessica ate Captin Crunch.&lt;br /&gt;
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Jessica and Ryan got their backpacks and ran to the bus.&lt;br /&gt;
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Jessica kinda got worried about the back of the bus, ‘cause last time the back was crazy. So Jessica sat in the front.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MnaexIHqFvU/S48_R-4WuuI/AAAAAAAAACk/UTGSx9_bxeU/s1600-h/pic3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" kt="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MnaexIHqFvU/S48_R-4WuuI/AAAAAAAAACk/UTGSx9_bxeU/s320/pic3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;There was a girl across from Jessica. She looked nice. “Hi,” said Jessica. “Hello,” said the girl. “I’m Wendy,” said the girl. “I’m Jessica,” said Jessica. &lt;br /&gt;
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Wendy and Jessica took out a paper with names on it. “Hey, a Jessica is in my class,” shouted Wendy. “I have a Wendy ,” said Jessica.&lt;br /&gt;
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“The Jessica's last name is Leeis" said Wendy. "My last name is Leeis. Oh, the Wendy’s last name is Wiold,” said Jessica. “Wiold is my last name,” said Wendy. “We’re gonna be together. We’re gonna be together,” they chanted.&lt;br /&gt;
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Then bus stopped. A boy got on. He looked mean. Jessica kinda got scared. He sat right behind Wendy and started to pull Wendy’s ponytail.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MnaexIHqFvU/S48_bXper6I/AAAAAAAAACs/pku4a0bvfm0/s1600-h/pic4.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" kt="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MnaexIHqFvU/S48_bXper6I/AAAAAAAAACs/pku4a0bvfm0/s320/pic4.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;“You have no right to do that,” said Jessica. Wendy gave Jessica the “what are you doing?” face. “Oh yeah?” said the bully in a deep dark mean voice.&lt;br /&gt;
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“Yeah,” said Jessica. After Jessica said “yeah”, the bully kept pulling Wendy’s ponytail.&lt;br /&gt;
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The bus stopped. Everyone got off the bus. Jessica ran to the recess to the playground. Wendy chased after Jessica.&lt;br /&gt;
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Jessica was on the swing soaring high. “Jessica!!” shouted Wendy. “What?” said Jessica. “Do you want to play tag?” said Wendy. “Not yet,” said Jessica.&lt;br /&gt;
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Wendy got bored waiting for Jessica. So she decided to go on the swing.&lt;br /&gt;
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And instead of playing tag, they did tricks on the swings. “Look at me,” said Jessica. “Wow!” said Wendy.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MnaexIHqFvU/S48_i-jADyI/AAAAAAAAAC0/39C9ogJIJSQ/s1600-h/pic5.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" kt="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MnaexIHqFvU/S48_i-jADyI/AAAAAAAAAC0/39C9ogJIJSQ/s320/pic5.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Then the bell rang. Ding. Ding. Ding. Ding. They went inside. Mrs. Dinkinbird’s class went inside first. Then Ms. Kendor’s class . And then Miss Keelasha’s class. Then Wendy and Jessica’s class went inside.&lt;br /&gt;
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When&amp;nbsp;they got into the class,&amp;nbsp;they looked for&amp;nbsp;their desk.&amp;nbsp;Jessica set with Wendy.&lt;br /&gt;
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“Class, please come and sit on the rug,” said Miss Loonis. Jessica’s class played a “get to know you” game. “I ‘m Miss Loonis,” said Miss Loonis.&lt;br /&gt;
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After that they had snack. “What are you having?” whispered Wendy. “Apple and caramel,” said Jessica. “I’m having Texas style chili,” said Wendy.&lt;br /&gt;
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“Does everyone have gym shoes?” said Miss Loonis. “No,” said Wendy and Jessica. “Well, then go,” said Miss Loonis.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MnaexIHqFvU/S48_rYf1KYI/AAAAAAAAAC8/jwFYDDvFf9Y/s1600-h/pic6.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" kt="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MnaexIHqFvU/S48_rYf1KYI/AAAAAAAAAC8/jwFYDDvFf9Y/s320/pic6.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;“Now, today we’ll play “buzz off”,” said Mrs. Kroak. Wendy and Jessica were both taggers.&lt;br /&gt;
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Then&amp;nbsp;they went to art. “What are you painting?” asked Wendy. “A kangaroo,” said Jessica. “I’m painting a cowgirl.” &lt;br /&gt;
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“Do you like my cowgirl?” said Wendy. “Sure,” said Jessica.&lt;br /&gt;
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Ding. Ding. Ding. Ding. Went the bell. ”Time for lunch,” said Miss Loonis. Wendy and Jessica both brought lunch.&lt;br /&gt;
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“What are you having?” asked Wendy. “Grapes and peanut butter,” said Jessica. “I’m having a taco,” said Wendy.&lt;br /&gt;
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When Jessica and Wendy were done eating, they ran outside.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MnaexIHqFvU/S48_0-_dtkI/AAAAAAAAADE/nBhvJIxcUp8/s1600-h/pic7.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" kt="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MnaexIHqFvU/S48_0-_dtkI/AAAAAAAAADE/nBhvJIxcUp8/s320/pic7.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;“Wow, this slide is cool,” said Jessica. “Really? Let me try,” said Wendy. “Yeehaw!” said Wendy.&lt;br /&gt;
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“Wendy, get on this seesaw with me,” said Jessica. “Okay,” said Wendy. “Weeee,” said Jessica.&lt;br /&gt;
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“Hey, look. A climbing wall,” said Jessica. “Cool,” said Wendy. “Beat you to the top,” said Jessica. “Ready. Set. Go,” said Wendy.&lt;br /&gt;
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“Tie,” said Wendy, as they climbed down. “Yeah. Will race you to the fake horses,” said Jessica.&lt;br /&gt;
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“Cool. A trampoline,” said Jessica. “I’ll bounce to the stars,” said Wendy. “Weeee,” said Jessica.&lt;br /&gt;
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Ding. Ding. Ding. Ding. Went the bell. Jessica was the first one. Wendy got upset. So Jessica let Wendy budge.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MnaexIHqFvU/S48_99Tn54I/AAAAAAAAADM/8PEqYacEjAs/s1600-h/pic8.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" kt="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MnaexIHqFvU/S48_99Tn54I/AAAAAAAAADM/8PEqYacEjAs/s320/pic8.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;“100 more minutes till school is over,” thought Jessica after math, reading and writing. It was time to go home.&lt;br /&gt;
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Jessica waited till her bus number got called. Jessica and Wendy chatted all the way to the bus. “I’m 8 years old,” said Wendy. “Me too,” said Jessica. “My birthday month is May,” said Wendy. “Me too,” said Jessica.&lt;br /&gt;
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Jessica and Wendy sat across from each other. They kept on chatting. “I love blue,” said Wendy. “Me too,” said Jessica.&lt;br /&gt;
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When it was Jessica and Wendy’s stop, they went to a field and did cartwheels.&lt;br /&gt;
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After homework Wendy and Jessica changed and played outside.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MnaexIHqFvU/S49AHRTfguI/AAAAAAAAADU/_8Ov9XmMkHw/s1600-h/pic9.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" kt="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MnaexIHqFvU/S49AHRTfguI/AAAAAAAAADU/_8Ov9XmMkHw/s320/pic9.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Then they went on a bike ride. “Let’s go to the park,” said Wendy. “Okay,” said Jessica.&lt;br /&gt;
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“Look, I made a cowgirl,” said Wendy. “I made you,” said Jessica. They kept on drawing in the sand.&lt;br /&gt;
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Then they played chef. “I’ll be the chef and you’ll be the customer,” said Jessica. “Okay,” said Wendy.&lt;br /&gt;
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“What do you want? A sandy lemonade, a sandy cake, a sandy pie, a sandy hot dog?” asked Jessica. “A sandy lemonade,” said Wendy. “Coming right up,” said Jessica.&lt;br /&gt;
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Jessica got a cup and put sand in it and a leaf. She ran to Wendy. “Anything else?” asked Jessica. “Not yet,” said Wendy.&lt;br /&gt;
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“Wait! I want a sandy pie,” said Wendy. “Right on it,” said Jessica. Jessica got a dirty pan and put sand inside and rocks as holes.&lt;br /&gt;
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Jessica ran over to Wendy. “Here you go,” said Jessica. “Thank you,” said Wendy. When they were done playing, they went back home.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MnaexIHqFvU/S49ARio8p3I/AAAAAAAAADc/1ns2VM-6OdI/s1600-h/pic10.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" kt="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MnaexIHqFvU/S49ARio8p3I/AAAAAAAAADc/1ns2VM-6OdI/s320/pic10.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;“Riding a bike is like riding Creamy,” said Wendy. “Who’s Creamy?” asked Jessica. “Creamy is my horse,” said Wendy. “You have a horse?!” said Jessica. “Yeah, but I let Jenny have it,” said Wendy. “Why?” asked Jessica. “I moved from Texas to here and didn’t have space,” said Wendy. “Poor thing Creamy must’ve loved you a lot,” said Jessica. “She did,” said Wendy. “Thinking of Creamy makes me tearful. Can we change the subject?” said Wendy. “Yes. Why do you get so emotional?” said Jessica. “I’m not emotional,” said Wendy. “Then why did you say you get tearful,” said Jessica. “Urg,” said Wendy.&lt;br /&gt;
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“Look, our houses,” said Wendy. They ran inside their houses. “Oh, Jessica, I got worried that you won’t be home,” said Jessica’s Mom. “Don’t worry,” said Jessica. Ryan drove his race car over to Jessica.&lt;br /&gt;
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It had a note taped on to it. It said “I ate all the truffles. Ha, ha.” Jessica got angry. Jessica got her girl robot and drove it to Ryan with a note that said “Well then, pay back.”&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MnaexIHqFvU/S49Aa_VHEqI/AAAAAAAAADk/ECWcV-JI6zQ/s1600-h/pic11.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" kt="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MnaexIHqFvU/S49Aa_VHEqI/AAAAAAAAADk/ECWcV-JI6zQ/s320/pic11.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;When it was time for bed, Jessica thought of a way to have revenge. “Oh, how much I want to beat Ryan up,” said Jessica in her dreams.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;TO BE CONTINUED....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://dashasstories.blogspot.com/2010/03/my-first-week-of-school-day-two.html"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Second Day of School&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;a href="http://dashasstories.blogspot.com/2010/03/my-first-week-of-school-day-three.html"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Third Day of School&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;AUTHOR : DASHA RAGUIMOV&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;WRITTEN:&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; September 2009&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;a href="http://docs.google.com/fileview?id=0B3_-6RB8wtzvMjg4NTNjMjYtMTk5Ni00ZDc4LWFiMzMtNWVlYTY1ZGY4ZWMx&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Original - My First Week of School! &lt;strong&gt;Day 1&lt;/strong&gt; (Part 1)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://docs.google.com/fileview?id=0B3_-6RB8wtzvY2YxZDM1NTktZDgxZS00NzliLTgwMzQtZDdiN2UxZGY2ZWFi&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Original - My First Week of School! &lt;strong&gt;Day 1&lt;/strong&gt; (Part 2)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Copyright Protected&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/DashasStories/~4/XdvDEI674-s" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/DashasStories/~3/XdvDEI674-s/my-first-week-of-school-day-one.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Dasha)</author><media:thumbnail url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MnaexIHqFvU/S5L80HnT6WI/AAAAAAAAAFk/ztnruIJTLDo/s72-c/pic1_day1.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>1</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://www.mycutey.com/2010/03/my-first-week-of-school-day-one.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1465436136327915802.post-383303910163470896</guid><pubDate>Mon, 01 Mar 2010 01:15:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-03-13T13:17:33.756-08:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">short kids stories</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">read</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">kids stories online</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">bad word baddie</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">kids story</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">hailey</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">childrens stories</category><title>Hailey the Bad Word Baddie</title><description>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MnaexIHqFvU/S4sq8-l_CcI/AAAAAAAAAA4/6iEtKkoIGpY/s1600-h/pg1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443491801690212802" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MnaexIHqFvU/S4sq8-l_CcI/AAAAAAAAAA4/6iEtKkoIGpY/s320/pg1.jpg" style="display: block; height: 199px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 166px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MnaexIHqFvU/S4srBvAUbCI/AAAAAAAAABA/jd4eESTUUvM/s1600-h/pg2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" height="120" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443491883405044770" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MnaexIHqFvU/S4srBvAUbCI/AAAAAAAAABA/jd4eESTUUvM/s200/pg2.jpg" style="float: left; height: 100px; margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; width: 166px;" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Hailey has a sister and is in first grade. Her sister calls her a Bad Word Baddie. Hailey is sitting with Catlyn at lunch. “What are you eating?” asked Catlyn “None of your Beeswax Butt” said Hailey “MOMMY, HAILEY CALLED ME A BEESWAX BUTT” shouted Catlyn “No I didn’t” lied Hailey. “I’m keeping an eye on you” said Mom.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MnaexIHqFvU/S4srN078aYI/AAAAAAAAABI/Tu-mMRebo3U/s1600-h/pg3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" height="113" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443492091155736962" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MnaexIHqFvU/S4srN078aYI/AAAAAAAAABI/Tu-mMRebo3U/s200/pg3.jpg" style="float: left; height: 94px; margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; width: 166px;" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Hailey started watching TV “What is your favorite color?” asked Catlyn. “Shut-up, I’m watching TV” said Hailey. “Mommy!, Hailey said shut-up” said Catlyn. “I wouldn’t do such thing” lied Hailey. “No, I heard it! I saw it! You did it! You did it! You did…” “Stop! Stop! Stop! Catlyn if you lie again I’ll punish you” said Mom. “But…” “Up! this is your warning” said Mom.&lt;br /&gt;
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When Mom walked away Hailey started giggling. Mom turned around “CATLYN! Go to the naughty corner” said Mom. “But…” “Up go now!” shouted Mom. Catlyn dragged herself to the naughty corner. When Mom went upstairs Hailey started shouting “Yes!”.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MnaexIHqFvU/S4srYGn-_DI/AAAAAAAAABQ/47AJcKgm9c4/s1600-h/pg4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" height="136" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443492267702549554" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MnaexIHqFvU/S4srYGn-_DI/AAAAAAAAABQ/47AJcKgm9c4/s200/pg4.jpg" style="float: left; height: 113px; margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; width: 166px;" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Hailey went upstairs to watch Vote Swing. When Catlyn got out of time out she watched the movie Hailey was watching. Then she heard lots of Bad words. “Mommy Hailey is watching a Bad word movie” shouted Catlyn. Before Mom came in Hailey switched the channel. Then Mom come in, “How is Fairy Princess II a Bad word movie?” said Mom. “Hailey was watching Vote Swing before” said Catlyn. “Vote Swing is for grownups not children and lying is bad Catlyn” said Hailey. “Hailey is right, stop lying or you get another Mr. Time out for 5 minutes” said Mom.&lt;br /&gt;
Hailey gave a little evil grin to Catlyn and Catlyn had a sad face on. When Mom left, Hailey started laughing at Catlyn.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MnaexIHqFvU/S4srkr9v-JI/AAAAAAAAABY/MyP6Darodfc/s1600-h/pg5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" height="162" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443492483884382354" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MnaexIHqFvU/S4srkr9v-JI/AAAAAAAAABY/MyP6Darodfc/s200/pg5.jpg" style="float: left; height: 135px; margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; width: 166px;" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The next morning Hailey woke-up with Catlyn on her lap. She was holding a video camera, but Hailey did not notice that. “What is your favorite animal?” asked Catlyn. “None of your stinking breaths Beeswax” said Hailey. Then she pushed Catlyn of her bed and went to brush her teeth.&lt;br /&gt;
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Meanwhile Catlyn showed the video to Mom. “See Mommy, Hailey is a Bad Word Baddie” said Catlyn.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MnaexIHqFvU/S4srnyOP4yI/AAAAAAAAABg/SHMdgggwOjQ/s1600-h/pg6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" height="128" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443492537103803170" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MnaexIHqFvU/S4srnyOP4yI/AAAAAAAAABg/SHMdgggwOjQ/s200/pg6.jpg" style="float: left; height: 107px; margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; width: 166px;" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Then Hailey came in. “No TV, no computer and no candy” said Mom. “What did I do Mom?” asked Hailey. “You called your sister stinking breath beeswax and pushed her off the bed” said Mom. “No, Catlyn made me change it to be like that” lied Hailey. Mom turned to Catlyn “CATLYN” said Mom. “She is lying, I have never been mean to Hailey” said Catlyn. “HAILEY – time out!” shouted Mom. “Yes take a taste of your own medicine!” shouted Catlyn. “Catlyn that is rude” said Mom. “Sorry Mommy. It is just the first time Hailey went to time out and didn’t get away with it” said Catlyn.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MnaexIHqFvU/S4srq9xxneI/AAAAAAAAABo/bHivoV32dOQ/s1600-h/pg7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" height="121" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443492591745211874" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MnaexIHqFvU/S4srq9xxneI/AAAAAAAAABo/bHivoV32dOQ/s200/pg7.jpg" style="float: left; height: 101px; margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; width: 166px;" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The next day Hailey went to school. “Hey Hailey, what we gonna do today?” asked Hailey’s good friend Canley. “Bug someone and when he or she tells teacher on us, we get out of it” said Hailey. “Okay, lets bug Samm the class nerd” suggested Canley. “Or Petes the class trouble maker” said Hailey. “Petes is getting a real bug” said Hailey and Canley.&lt;br /&gt;
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When they got to the class room Hailey and Canley started poking Petes. “Ow, stop it Hails and Can” said Petes. “Sorry Petes for tappin' you lightly and asking you what you think about the story and don’t call me Bad Word Baddie and don’t call Canley Baddie Assistant” said Hailey loudly. “Petes, I agree, don’t call Hailey Bad Word Baddie or Canley Baddie’s Assistant” said Miss Konsy-Ari.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MnaexIHqFvU/S4sruP60NLI/AAAAAAAAABw/foZcx1QdFDU/s1600-h/pg8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" height="144" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443492648154576050" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MnaexIHqFvU/S4sruP60NLI/AAAAAAAAABw/foZcx1QdFDU/s200/pg8.jpg" style="float: left; height: 120px; margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; width: 166px;" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;“But… But I didn’t say that. They were poking me and I said “Ow, stop it Hails and Can” said Petes. “Noooo, we would never lie to Miss Konsy-Ari” said Hailey and Canley. Miss Konsy-Ari believed Hailey and Canley and she punished Petes.&lt;br /&gt;
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At lunch Hailey and Canley sat by Petes. “I’ll steal Petes Oreo’s when he is not looking or goes away and you sit by Samm and steal his lollipops” said Hailey. “Let’s do” said Canley. When Petes was talking with his friend Hailey stole four Oreo’s and gave two to Canley and Canley stole the two lollipops and gave one to Hailey. Canley got caught by one of the nerd friend and Hailey got caught by a teacher. So Hailey and Canley got no recess and a note written home.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;When Hailey’s Mom saw the note she punished Hailey plus no TV, no computer and no sweets for a year. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;AND THAT'S HOW HAILEY LEARNED HER LESSON! &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 180%;"&gt;THE END&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MnaexIHqFvU/S4sr4nAgEqI/AAAAAAAAACI/ud-tV85IYdo/s1600-h/pg11.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443492826151129762" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MnaexIHqFvU/S4sr4nAgEqI/AAAAAAAAACI/ud-tV85IYdo/s320/pg11.jpg" style="display: block; height: 72px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 166px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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