"Where's the Money?"

This was an assigned piece. I had to pick a sentence and include it in my piece. I chose: 'David froze, checking his pockets. Where was the money?'

David and I walked into the movie theater. We were going to see the last movie in the Space Battles series We came a whole hour early because we wanted good seats.

"Two tickets for Space Battles 4, The Ultimate Terminus please," I said to the guy at the box office.

"That will be ten dollars and forty-seven cents," He replied.

I looked over at David who froze, checking his pockets.

"I can't find the money."

"Hold on a second," I said to the ticket guy. I turned back to David, "What do you mean you can't find the money? You insisted that you hold on to it when my mom gave it to us."

"I know. I'm sorry. Now can we focus on finding it instead of me messing up?"

"Fine. Let's retrace our steps." I replied.

We walked all the way back to my house and we didn't find it.

"Maybe we should tell my mom," I suggested.

"Okay, but don't blame it all on me."

We told my mom and she said we were going to have to pay for it ourselves. David and I decided that I was going to buy the tickets and he was going to buy the popcorn and sodas. I grabbed some money out of my room and then we walked over to David's house. We walked in the door and were welcomed by his mom.

"Hi boys. Aren't you supposed to be at that Space Station Wars movie?"

"Mom, it's called Space Battles. And we needed to get more money because we misplaced it on the way," David informed his mother.

"Well that's nice," she replied.

We quickly got the money and left.

"Have fun at your Space Wars movie," his mom called to us as we ran out the door.

"Sometimes I think she does that to annoy me," David thought aloud.

"Well she at least got the first part right," I added.

"I guess," David agreed.

We arrived at the movie theater at 2:24; 16 minutes before the movie started.

"We're back," I said to the guy at the box office.

"You know the price, ten dollars and forty-seven cents," He responded.

"Here you go," I said handing him the money.

"And here you go," he said and gave us the tickets. "Enjoy the show."

"Thanks," we both said rushing to the theater. We walked in and found some good seats right in the middle about two thirds of the way up.

"I'll go get the snacks," David said. "What kind of soda do you want?"

"I'll have Mountain Dew." I replied.

"Okay," he said and he walked off.

I sat down and looked around.

To be continued...

Michael Obi

Author's Note: This is a character analysis of Michael Obi who is the main character in the Dead Men's Path.

You've probably wanted a certain job before. Would you have disregarded someone's beliefs to get there? That's what Michael Obi did in the story Dead Men's Path. Michael is only looking out for himself.

Michael Obi is the new headmaster at the school. He is getting the school ready for inspection but there is this old path across the campus. He decides to block the path and the priest asks him to re-open the path because the path is used for the dead and children coming to be born. Obi is educated doesn't believe in this superstition and therefore does not really care. Michael blocks the path because superstition will not look good at a school.

He is too egocentric. Obi doesn't listen to the priest because he only cares about his needs, which in this case is his job. This is his flaw. Because he leaves the path blocked, the school is destroyed in the night. The school got a bad report because of how it looked and more seriously about the “tribal-war situation developing between the school and the village, arising in part from the misguided zeal of the new headmaster."

If Michael had removed the fence he would have at least gotten a report on the school even if it wasn't good. Also, the village members wouldn't be mad at him. However, because he doesn't, the school gets a very bad report and Obi finds himself without his pride or his job.

During break

Author's Note: Over Christmas break my brother, my cousin, and I had some fun and I wanted to tell you about it.

The last time we visited my cousin, we built a go-cart out of pieces of wood in my grandma's garage. During Christmas break we got to test it out. We went to the soap-box-derby track and went down a few times. Our cart was very hard to control. My cousin almost crashed. After a while we stopped and decided to leave. That's what happened when we tested out our go-cart.