Death's Door

Death's Door by Betsy Byars is what I like to call a half and half book. That means that it wasn't great, but it also wasn't totally horrible. It was very adventurous, but there were some characters about which the reader didn't get enough information.
In Death's Door there are two main characters. Their names are Herculeah and Meat. Meat's uncle is in danger from a gunman named The Bull. At one point, Herculeah gets kidnapped by the uncle. it seems like the end for Herculeah when The Bull comes into the same bookstore that Herculeah is in. The bookstore called Death's Door.
Getting to know a character is always good for a story. There were some little facts about the characters but not enough. For instance, it's impossible to tell to tell whether Mr. and Mrs. Jones, Herculeah's parents, are divorced. They get along very well but they live in separate houses. Another example is you never know why Meat is called Meat when his real name is Albert. Also, you never get told how it came to be that Herculeah's hair frizzles when there is danger. A good story needs a lot of details, but this one only has a few.
The good parts of the story were that it was very adventurous and action packed! There was one part where Herculeah saw The Bull. She pushed a bookcase on top of The Bull and ran for the exit! There was also a part where the blind uncle was driving and being chased by The Bull. These were some of the parts that almost made you feel like you were in the story.
I really like mysteries, so it wasn't quite a shock that I mostly enjoyed Death's Door. Although the book had a couple of faults, all in all, it was a good book.

Chapter One: The First Kill

I've been writing a story and this is the first chapter.

As I sat at my desk, I heard a commotion outside. Quickly, I rushed into the hallway, skidding on the freshly scrubbed floor. When I got to the entrance room, my three guards were dead as door knobs. I felt dread and fear seep through me as I realized that someone unwanted was now walking through my hallways. I tried to think positive things like, " Don't worry. I've got more guards all throughout the White House. " But, the image of my three guards on the floor would not let me forget that the unwanted person must soon come across me and kill me too.

I Finished!

I finished well,sort of. I still have to turn it into a bag. I just finished the stitching and beading. The most hard or tedious part was the dots inside the circles. the most enjoyable part were the leaves and stems. That was pretty fun! The embroidery came in a kit. You can order them on line at www.aflembroidery.com . They come with a needle and thread. it's really fun! You can turn them into pillows,bags,wall hangings,quilts,and anything els you can think of! they're really awesome!

My Skirt

This is my new awesome totally cool skirt that my mom just finished today! Ever since my mom finished it I've been wearing it.It's the most cool skirt I could have hoped for. We took pictures of my skirt outside and I was messing with one of them and it turned out looking like this...


I like to call it Dogs Dogs Everywhere but Not a Hair in Sight.

Dreadful Dinner

It's nearing midnight and all the guests are gone . Wine glasses are laying everywhere .The place is so stuffy it feels like a sauna. You're exhausted and now you have to clean up . You feel like an ant that has to haul a giant caterpillar all by your self.

You go into the next room for a hope of a better scene. Instead of better, it's worse. The piano keys are strewn on the floor,springs are coming out of the couch,crayon on the walls,mud on the carpet,and your favorite thousand dollar kachina dolls destroyed. It looks like a tornado has come through the house.

You shake your head and say.

Why me?

My Pen

My pen is blue. My pen is smooth. My pen has a very comfortable finger cushion. When I write it helps me think and it's got a mind of its own. It clicks when you turn the point out and in. I think we have even the same personality. It likes to draw and so do I. My pen is better than yours,I bet.

Stormy Weather

It's a gloomy day and there's no sun up in the sky. If someone had to paint this weather they would use only gray and white. I'm afraid the clouds are in a very foul mood. I think I will go snuggle up under my covers. I will not come out with you today. I am afraid my umbrella will fly away.