Chatterbox: Inkwell

I have no qualms about posting this, maybe because I never plan n ever trying to publish something so downright awful. The story is, at school, my teacher gave us photos of a giant blow-up dinosaur traipsing around fairgrounds, and paired us up, saying we should write a story about it. So I get paired with this pleasant girl named Natalie, and we start working, and we've got almost a page written about this guy Giulio and his dad, and basically, it's awesome- there was going to be a moral and everything. THEN my teacher goes, "Remember, this story is supposed to be about you."

So that's a problem, and we get annoyed, because we already wrote this great short story. GROAN. Plus, Nat and I are good acquaintances, but we're not ultra-tight. And realistically, even if we were, we would not be at a FAIR together. So after our protests are knocked down by the teacher, we begin a new story, this one corny beyond belief.

Nightmare at the Fair                My BFF sister Natalie and I were going to the fair- yippee - in our fancy pink dresses- which match!                When we arrived at the bustling fairgrounds, the first thing we saw was a bevy gathering up to see one of those gargantuan blow-up creatures. We, too, were excited, until we actually saw the beast- it was colossal and terrifying!                 Its hideous coloring was mottled yellow and green, and it was so horrifying that we didn’t want to go near it. So we started screaming and running around like poor little chickens that’d had their heads cut off. We were so frightened of the dinosaur-like thing that we asked our daddy if we could ride a hot-air balloon, because it was only one dollar per person. Daddy said, “Are you sure you won’t be too frightened? Maybe we should go on the merry-go-round instead.” We protested, saying, “Come on, Daddy, we’re not babies.”So we walked towards the hot-air balloons, and my BFF Natalie and I wanted to ride the pink one, but it was already taken- sad!- so we chose the one that looked like an ice-cream cone instead. It was a little scary when we were in the air, but after a while we began to enjoy it and it sure was more fun than staring at that ugly, vicious dinosaur!Then Daddy took us to a game stand, where he won each of us a cute little dolly by hitting silly-looking clowns in the nose with a water gun. My BFF and I also tried to, but we didn’t win.As we left the game stand, we looked up at the sky and saw lightning! Daddy said, “Maybe we should get going now.”We were sad, but when the thunder began rumbling ominously and dark clouds scuttled across the foreboding horizon, we agreed that it was too creepy to stay any longer.We hopped in the car and after a long drive we got home. Our mommy had made a pumpkin pie while we were out, and it was fun to sit in the warm kitchen and eat the crumbly pie while Mommy asked us how the fair was.We said that it was awesome, besides the giant dinosaur that must have been over twenty-five feet tall, to which Mommy replied, “Oh, my. You girls sure are brave!”We smiled and ate another bite of pie.

So, is that horrible or what? What'll the teacher think, I wonder? ;)