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my english paper from 7th grade LOLOLOLOLOLOLOLOLOLOLOLOLOLOLOLOL The soft, cool breeze hits the back of my head, cooling off the warm crisp air. I am hand and hand with my three best friends, Amanda, Shelli, and Rebecca. Following us is our yipping, growling, and snarling dogs, Butter, Rosie, Buddy, and Hattie. We are walking across the culdesac on our way home from a walk. It hasn’t been nice for a while and is surprising because it is already autumn. Some trees are still green, others are bare with falling twigs and branches, and others are turning a beautiful red, orange, and yellow. There are squawking geese in the barren light blue sky with only a couple of pure white clouds. The sun’s rays are beating among us and is hitting the top of my head. When I reach up to scratch it, I feel how baked my head is. The grass is green with spots of weeds in it, with choppy, sharp strands of grass. Amanda and Rosie start to walk through my backyard to go home the shortcut way. Her hair is becoming wavy because of the humidity. Rosie’s soft brown, black, and white fur from her back is standing up straight because she sees my cat KitKit. Although she doesn’t have a tail to wag, you can tell by her face, she is happy. Amanda pulls Rosie away and heads home. Shelli and Rebecca get Hattie’s and Buddy’s attention and then directs them to where their houses are. Rebecca’s bangs are perfectly straight with the rest of her hair wavy and poofy. She is having a hard time controlling her 160-pound gray and white dog that spots a bright green ball. Shelli’s hair is as perfect as always, straight, long and thin. She is to afraid to pull Buddy because he is to small and frail. He looks like a cotton ball, very small and white. Butter is growling at KitKit as well, and is funny to watch because of his big head and miniature white teeth. His brown, tan and white fur is covering his eyes and I see he needs a haircut. I look in the reflection of my car and see my hair is the same as usual, dirty blonde thin and wispy. As I run up my driveway I am overjoyed that we actually didn’t get in a fight that day. I hope it will happen again tomorrow. Though, that is hard to say.
Posted on: Fri, 31 Jan 2014 02:27:40 +0000

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