A Picture is Worth a Thousand Words

That day was great. Some photographers came to our house to take a picture of our family. They gave us some realy good food to eat in the picture but they said we could keep it. When we had our picture, we had rotten luck and took the picture wile one of the assistant was leaving. They didn't give us another picture becuase they say they were way too expecive. Good thing it was too dark where he was standing to be able to notice without a hard look or it would have been a bad photo. They didn't tell us what it was for, but we didn't ask. They had my little sister Daina, little brother John, my grandma Dora, my mom Cathy, and me, Barly in the picture. I was in the middle but I didn't mind, as long as I had my food. After the picture, our neighbor came to our house to say what it was like. "So, did they tell you what it was for" Asked Kate and Sam, our neighbors. "No, they just said they wanted to capture the avarage settaling family." Answered my mom. "That's to bad, I would love to know where to find the picture of your family. I bet it would be the talk of our little town." Sam said "I guess it is too bad. It not too bad, at least they gave us a delicuse meat. I know Barny thought it was great." My mom said laighing to herself. "Well, we best be leaving. We have to plant some seeds before it gets dark. Have a good day Cathy." "You too Sam, Kate." My mom replied as they walked out the door.

"I do wonder what the picture was for." I said. "I bet it for some newspaper in a bigger town." Daina said wile she was throwing her doll up in the air. "You shouldn't worrie about it kids. It will turn up somewere. John dear, why don't you go and give some company to your grandma." "Sure." he said runing into the house. "You kids stop playing around and help me take out these weeds. Daina, stop tosing that doll into the air like it's a ball. That doll cost me a fortune, it's not for tosing." My mom said. We kept doing our chores until dinner. There, we ate the left overs of the last meal. We finnished them that day. The next morning we woke up by our neighbor. "CATHY, CATHY!! You need to see this!" "What is it Mr. Ronsbarry?" My mom said "You have to see this paper!" "Ok, let's see." My mom started to read the paper and every second she read her eyes and mouth kept opening. "Oh my. This is not true." She said gasping at the paper. "What is it mom?" I said. "It says that this family, us, doesn't belive in god and questions the existance of him." my mom said in a worried tone. "Is this true?" said Mr. Ronsbarry "Of course not, who would lie about something like this?" "We need to get this changed." As we said that, a mob started to form outside our house. We needed to tell them the missunderstanding. We told them and they belived us. The mod went to the newspaper building and demanded it them to change it. They did and we were happy again.

Pet Peeves

1. It irritates me when someone chews with their mouth open

2. also when my mom rushes me when it's early

3. Someone who starts touching my computer screen or my TV with greasy fingers

4. when someone farts and leaves the room

5. they grave my stuff without asking

6. eat my chips or any of my snacks without asking

7. my unckles takes the controler to my video game from me and tries to play it bur fails and makes me start over.

8. When little kids don't want to behave and run around.

9. I hate it when I find empty gum packs cramed into my desk

10. When people show off something new they got

11. When they sterio type all mexicans

12. When people say bad words without any reason

13. When someone spills something on my white shirt

14. When people go across the street and then scream out something they need to say to the person that's on the other street

15. When people are riding their bikes on the sidewalk when there's a ton of people on it

16. When people laugh when your not trying to be funny

17. People playing with their gum

18. When my unckles melted my toys

19. When my mom buys the orangejuice with lot's of pulp

20. When I find gum in the desk

21. When people cheat or accuse me of cheating on a game

22. When people use my computer without my permition

23. When people don't flush their toilet

24. When people din't push in their chairs

25.When they click with their mouth.

The Secret

It was my best friend's deepest, darkest secret and it would be a hard one to keep. John Howard told me as his last words before he died. He told me a secret codeword that he said to tell the Will reader. He was suppose to read me another code to open a box of his that he gave me in his original Will which I though was some joke. His family was interested about the box. They kept asking me if I have seen it or if I have ever opened it or even what's the code to open it. All I said was that I don't know, and I really didn't. The day after his funeral, I dicided to check out that "special will" he left me. The Place was down a cliff. As I was going down I applyed the brake, suddenly I heard a snap. The car started speeding up rather than slowing down. I was scared and pulled up the handle for the emergency brake. I managed to stop just in time. "That was weired" I sad to myself. I called a tow truck to take my car to a mechanics shop. I had 1 hour until my car got fixed so I went on to the place I needed to be.



When I got there I asked for Mr. Jonson which had John's will. I said "does 'marine' mean anything?" "Ahhhh so Mr. Howard entrusted you with the secret will." We got to a nice quite room and he took out a book. He opened it "Here we are." "ahem" he said c learing out his throut. "To my best friend Kyle, I bet my dead is realy sad to every one. After all we knew each other sence Kindergarden, but now we are grown men. I need you to do something for me. I gave you a box in my other will. It's a very important box. It's in my room under my bed. I need you to get it and open it with a code I will give you in just a few moments. Do NOT let any of my family see it or have it. After you get it, hide it from them. Please, I hope you can do this for me. The code I put on the box is 94235." "So that's it?" I asked the man. "Yes, you may leave if you want or stay and look at the will but I have to go." He replied "I'll go too." I left too get my car and once I got it I headed for John's house. There his mom greeted me, I asked if I could go to his room and she took me. She slammed the door behind me like if she was mad. I got the box and opened it. It was a book. I opened it. At first I didn't know what it was, then I found out. "The Howards family were killers." Just then the door flew open. There stood Mrs. Howards with a knife in her hand. "What's going on?" "What's going on is I can't let you out of here alive." "She was blocking the door so I couldn't get past. I grabbed the book and then saw that the window was open. I ran to it and jumped. I got out of there alive and I ran to the police station. They had enough proof in the book to lock te whole Howards family. I guess that was their secret, I couldn't believe that my best friend's family was a family of murderers. I was shocked.

Her Mysterious Death

Her death was due to a mysterious circumstances and I was assigned to the case. They let me choose a partner to work with. I chose my regular partner Mike Harry, he was always devoted to solving cases. A few months earlier,we solved the death of James Taylor. They said he was killed my his wife but we found out it was the maid along. He was real clever but not smart enough. This case was different. She died in a little suberban area so it couldn't have been just a robery gone wrong. Her name was Amelie Sanders, the other investigators said it was a suicide. Me and Mike though not. The way she died was just didn't seem like a suicide. Her body was laying on a table with a rose on the top. Mike later found out that the rose was from a bouquet in her living room. Amelie was alone, no boyfriend, no husband. Her friends say she had no enemies or problems with anybody. Not long until the medics took her to examine her. They scanned her but never found any trace of blood spill or poison in her veins. We were stumped, we didn't find anything in her body. That day we decided to look for any leads in her house. We looked every were but the only thing we found was were she worked. She was an executive in a big company. He made deals that could ether earn or lose the company millions. He had a very important role and I wondered if someone might have wanted her job enough to actually kill her. In a lot of cases, this turned to be true so I had a feeling this one would turn up the same. I came too the front door of what used to be her job. "Gander .co, the big money making company." said Mike wile walking through the doors. "I used to work here, I was really good at discovering who ate the last donut so I though I could give Investigator a try. The office wasn't really my thing.


When we got up to the main desk Mike started talking to the front desk person. "Hey Allen." " Oh Hi Mr.Harry, haven't seen you here is a wile." said Allen. "Thanks, hey do you know on what floor Ms. Sanders works on?" Mike asked "Sure do, he works on the46th floor but sometimes goes up to the 57th floor for meetings." "Thanks Allen, have a good one" "no problem Mr Harry." After that talk we got on the elevator and went to the 46th floor first on this 60 story building. We got there and we saw what er think it was on every floor, People ether in their cubicles, in the brake room, or by the the copy machine. We asked for were Amelie's desk. They directed us to a big office on the corner of the building. When we got to it there was a Man sitting in her chair. "What are you two doing here?"the man said in a demanding voice. "We came here because of the murder of Amelie Sanders."I said to him. "OK, come in" After a few minutes of talking to him we managed to learn that his name was John Howards. We also found out about his alibi. Amelie died only about 24 hours before she was found on Sunday so that means she was killed on Saturday. Mr. Howard was in the office the whole day. Everyone said he was there. He was in a meeting from 4 p.m. to 7 p.m.and then just stayed is his all day. His office was on the 46th floor too and his office door faced the middle of the room so he couldn't have gotten out without anyone seeing him. Although this was a good alibi I still found him suspicious about Amelie's death and then him getting promoted so fast.


We honestly though Mr. Howards had a very solid alibi. "Oh, I'm sorry. May I ask what are you two doing here, surly two detectives like you wouldn't think one of my employees did it?" he said "No" i said "We just talked John Howards, he said you were in a meeting with him." "Oh yes, it took most of the morning away from us." "The morning?" "Yes, I believe we were called at about 7 a.m. to about 3:30 p.m." he said is a thinking voice. "Oh really, well thank you Mr........er....." "Mr. Manson" He said intrepidly. "Well I'm Yazan Kittaneh and this is my partner Mike Harry." "Well I would love to stay and chat but have another meeting." "We'll best be on our way too." "He seemed nice" said Mike. "Did any of that seem to you as odd Mike?" "Not at all, why do you?" "He said that the meeting, the meeting thats supposedly is Mr. Howard's alibi. Mr. Howards said it took place in the evening yet Mr. Manson said it took place in the morning. Now the question is, Who is right and who is wrong?" As we were walking out of the elivator we got a phone call. Brrrrinngg Brrriiinnngg I anwered it "Hello?" "Hey Yazan, it's Kathy." "Oh hi, did you get anything from the body?" "Yes, We found out that she was wounded by a fist multiple times but was killed my sufication. I hope that helps on the investigation. Is there anything else I can do for you?" "Yes, can you find out more about a John Howards and a Mr. Manson from Gander.co?" "Sure, just give me a few hours." beeep We hung up. We dicided to go back to Amelie's house. We found out that she had a part time job at a resturaunt from a paycheck that was in the kitchen. It was called 'The Good Eat' and was only a few blocks from her job at Gander.co. We also found that the portable house phone was on the phone. "Well why would this be on the floor?" asked Mike "Maybe she was trying to call someone" I said. "Check her resent calls" "sure thing" Mike responded. "That's weired, it looks like someone already tried to dial a number on this phone." "what's the number?" I asked. "555-233, but that's only 6 digits. Why wouldn't they be able to dial the full number?" "Maybe they were struck before they could dial it in." I said. Mike looked at the phone, looking like he was thinking hard "This number is familiar, I think it's from Gander.co." " Let's deal about that later, we have to go to 'The Good Eat' first." Mike scribled the number and a little note in his notebook and we left for the resturaunt.

"Hello, may I help you?" asked a waitress "We want to talk to the manager please." Mike asked "Ok, please wait here." A few moments past and the manager finaly came out. "Can I help you two gentlemen with anything?" The man asked. "We would like to ask a few questions about
Ms. Amelie Sanders." I asked. " Ok, come in to my office." We followed him to his office, his office was very disorganized, there were plapers everywere and in a pile. "I'm sorry about the mess, try to make your self at home." We sat down. "Can you tell us about Ms. Amelie Sanders?" "certaily. She only came here to work at nights. She got along with all of the workers." "Did she come to work before she got murdered?" "What day did she get murdered again? Was it sunday?" "No, we belive it was around Saturday." "Ok, then yes she did come to work on Friday." "Did she act weird when she was here." "Not that I know of." "uumm interesting, well Mr. manager, thank you for your time for answering some of our questions." "Don't mention it, oh and call me Gary." "Aright Gary, we'll tell you when we know anything else." We walked out the door from his office. "Anything I can help you with officers?" said one of the cooks "Yes, you can actualy, Does Amelie have some kind of Punch card of when she comes to work?" "Yes, do you want it. Take it." "Thanks." We left the resturaunt. "Did you see anything strange?" asked Mike. "No, did you." "I saw a paper with the Gander.co logo on it."

How to make Logandale Better

I think a few things would make Logandale a better school. One thing would be to have better after school programs. Another would be to get better books and materials. My last thought to make the Logandale a better school is more classes for kids to be educated in. More after school activities can make kids want to come to school.

Kids need a good reason to stay in school after it’s over, what better way than an after school activities. Activities that would help kids in school and might teach them to focus on their work. A physical after school activity would get kids exercising. Other after school activities can help students with organizing or understand certain problems or questions. After school classes also need materials to use.

New books and materials would make the school better. New books in the school library would get kids to stay and read there. Having new materials in classroom can make a lesson go smother. You could have new equipment for a science experiment can make it safe. New materials can result in new classes.

More classes would make Logandale a better school. Students would love having more fun classes. Like a class that would help you in the career you want. Another idea would be a project class, maybe to make projects we couldn’t do in out house. These are just some things that would make the school a better place.

In conclusion, these are some good ideas to better our school. Better after school programs, new books and materials, and more classes. Don’t you want to make Logandale a better school?

Yazan Kittaneh's life story

I remember when yazan was born. His mother, my daughter was so happy when she saw him. Every one was so happy. There was a big heat wave passing Chicago when he was born. He didn't cry all that much. I took care of yazan wile my daughter worked the day. I would let him run around in the back yard and play with our neighbor's son. He would love eating beans and rice I made. When he got older like around 4 or 5, he liked to sing. If I played a song on the radio,he would get a spoon and pretend to sing it.



Later, His, my daughter, and 4 of my sons moved into a 4 floor house (if you include the attic and basement) and out of mine. Yazan and her mom were in the 4nd floor (attic). 2 of my sons when to the 1st floor. Two of my sons and my other daughter lived in the 2nd floor and they rented the basement. Yazan was starting off kindergarden and came to my house everyday afterschool (because I lived two blocks away from the school). One timeduring the summer when he got off kindergarden he came to my house, he went downstairs to my basement to watch his Power rangers (because we had the TV down there). I was upstairs doing he dishes and then I heared him scream. Soposaly he wanted to do a frontflip like in the show off the bed and when he landed he twisted his foot badly. He screamed and try to crawl up the stairs. I of course went down to help him. Later, his mom took him to a ciropractor that was his friend. He was ok just had to stay off it and move it around once and a wile.

He started First Grade and he came to my house everyday. Around October or November, Yazan and his cousin Diego wanted to spend the night and my house. That night was lucky and very unlucky for him and me. That day, the house my sons and daughters live in caught on fire. My daughter (yazan's mom) was able to smell the smoke and was lucky to be able to warn my other daughter and son in time to get out of there. The good thing was that no one got hurt, especaly Yazan because he was in my home. Bad thing was that most of their stuff got burned. Because their house was burned they had to come back to live with me. They spend a few months in my house then they found an apartment to live in wile their house was geting fix by my sons (they are construction workers). They stayed there for a wile also mintaining their own resterant (they owned a resturant too). When the house was finnished they moved back in their house. The first year he was there he turned 7 years old. His mom, my sons, and my daughter allpitched in to buy his a new swing set for his birthday. It was the happiest I ever see him.

During that time he got 2 new neighbors. One was accross their block and the other was right nextdoor. His mom was working alot so he would usualy spend a ton of time with his uncles in the house. He went on to 2nd grade and to 2rd grade. The scedual was the same. He would come to my house after school and then be picked up my his mom. He turned 8 years old and gone up to 3rd. Then 9 years and when to 4rth grade. 10 years and 5th and then went on to 6th grade, middle school. He turned 11 when he got to 6th. Then went off to 7th and turned 12 years old. Now he's 13 years old and in 8th grade.