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Hey, I'm Leah H. I play a lot of sports like gymnastics, dance, volleyball, soccer, cheerleading, tennis, and way more. I go to South Middle School and I'm in 6th grade. I have sixteen people in my family including my pets which is my mom, dad, older sister, older brother, and a younger sister. My older sister is in collage right now in Madison, my brother is really into Skateboarding, playing electric guitar, and posting really weird videos on Youtube. My little sister is in Kindergarten and is sometimes annoying but other times she's really awesome. My 10 pets are: three hermit crabs, two fish, three frogs, and two cats. I used to have 11 pets but one of my fish died over the weekend. I really love hanging with my friends and staying up really late at night. The lastest I've ever stayed up was until 8:34 A.M. but then when I got home from my friends house, i fell over and collapsed and slept the rest of the day!! My favorite colors are lime green and hot pink . My favorite drink is Diet Coke!!! I was born October 13th, 1996 in Eau Claire. The ages of my siblings are 20, 16, 12, & 6.
 * [[image:Leah_and_Jilly.jpg width="62" height="265" caption="Me and my friend Jilly at Action City in 3rd Grade"]][[image:Leahs_cousins_2.jpg width="100" height="207" caption="This is my cousins: Megan, Jacob, and Mitch"]][[image:Kyja_and_her_roomates.jpg width="240" height="172" align="right" caption="This is my sister and her room mates in collage."]]Introduction:**=====

Hello Leah I am the one in your picture below these words in the dark bLUE

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** Mondays ** By Leah Hansen Ever since I was little, Mondays have always been bad days for me. Usually just little things like walking home from school and a thunder storm would come or always bumping into someone in the hallways and all my books would fall to the ground. But nothing ever this bad has ever happened to me. It was about one year ago on Monday the 14th of April. I was walking to school that Monday down our tiny little road to my middle school. Nothing was going wrong so far, which was to my surprise. I walked to my locker, did the combination, and opened my locker to get my books. I needed math, English, and Social Studies. The first bell had just rang, so I knew the final bell would ring in about two minutes, so I power-walked to math. I sat down in my chair and class begun. By the time I got to Social Studies, a loud siren went off. I didn’t know if it was a fire drill or a tornado drill until my teacher said to all go under the lockers by the bathrooms. Everyone lined up, but no one got worried since we always had fire and tornado drills quite often. When I walked to school this morning, the sky had a few grey clouds but it wasn’t that bad. We all ducked our heads under the lockers. Usually if it was a practice drill, the principal would announce that on the loud speaker. But since there was no sign of anything, and the whole school was dead silent, I knew there must be something wrong. Finally, the principal had an announcement on the speaker, “Attention everybody!” He yelled with a bit of fear in his voice, “There has been a spotting of a tornado heading our way.” “Everyone must pack up their supplies as soon as possible and head to the buses to go home” “The tornado won’t hit our city for about an hour and a half, so nobody scream or cry, because everything is going to be alright.” “I’ll see all of you tomorrow…maybe.” He said with his voice actually //shaking// this time. Most of the school had gone crazy by the time we were all in our classrooms. Everyone was screaming, crying, and shaking with fear and disbelief. One of those people was me. I was sobbing and crying I was so terrified. The main reason was because my three little sisters’ were in this school since our school had grades K-12. My twin sisters were only in kindergarten and my seven-year-old sister was only in second grade. I //had// to find them! They meant //everything// to me. I got all my stuff and ran to their kindergarten class and grabbed them in my arms as tight as I could without even asking the teacher. Next, I ran to Mrs. Brooke’s second grade class but this time I actually asked the teacher if I could take my seven-year-old sister to my bus. Even though we weren’t allowed to run, I ran as fast as I could to my bus. When it was my stop, I got off the bus, and ran to my house, got the key out of my pocket and creaked open the long, violet front door. To my surprise, no one was home besides my siblings and me. I called, “Mom?!? Dad?!?” But no one answered. I figured they were still at work. I went to the drawer in the kitchen and pulled out the phone book. My parents always had their work numbers in the back of the phone book, so looked there. I grabbed my cell phone out of my pocket and dialed the numbers. I called my mom first. She answered and said she was in the middle of a meeting and couldn’t come home. “But mom! Everyone was sent home from school because there has been a tornado sighting and it’s coming to our town in less than an hour now!” “Okay, don’t worry, Mel. I’ll turn on the radio and see.” “In the mean time, call your dad right away and tell him to come home immediately!” “But mom, you need to come home too!” “I will when I can. Just stay calm and go into the basement.” I have to get back to my meeting, so I may see you later! Bye.” As soon as she hung up, I was //really// worried I could barely move. But I called my dad anyways. When he answered, I told him the same thing I told my mom. His response was, “Okay, don’t worry and stay calm. I will be home in about 15 minutes. Also, how are the twins?” “There fine, but still a little shaky and worried. “Tell them to calm down and that I’m coming home very soon. How is Sydney?” “She is fine also. Just hurry home!” “Okay, bye.” And he hung up. “Josie and Jezzie!” I shouted. “Come downstairs to the basement before dad gets home!” We all ran to the basement and to the storage room where there were no windows and it was very safe down there. We could hear the wind blowing so hard, I could barely hear myself think. Finally, my dad came rushing into the house whacking the door shut behind him. He still had his briefcase in his hand when he opened the storage door and shut it with another normal //whack! // “Are you guys okay!?” My dad said almost yelling because of the wind. “Daddy!” Screamed Josie. “Hey sweetie!” My dad said in a relieving yell. “Everyone be quite and just wait until the tornado is over.” “But dad! Where’s mom?!” “I don’t know where or when she’s coming home or even //if// she’s coming home. She might just stay at her work and go into the basement or something.” I was so upset I didn’t even answer. Everyone just waited…and waited…and waited. All of a sudden in the middle of no where, the wind got out of handle and our roof ripped off our house! “Don’t look up!” Dad screamed I was holding on to all three of my sisters and tight as my hands could hold. Then, suddenly, my dad went flying up in the air into the sky yelling for help. I would try to help him, but then I would have had to let go of the twins. I couldn’t do anything but to let dad go instead of the twins since if I let them go, I would loose two people, not just one. He whirled into the air until I could barely see him anymore. I couldn’t believe my eyes. My dad had just gotten whirled into the air into the eye of a tornado. I was still freaking out since I had no idea where my mom was. I waited, and waited to hear if my mom was coming in the door, but there was no sign of her for about an hour now! All together it was an hour and a half until the tornado started to slow down and finally get to a stop. When everything was silent, so I slowly creaked open the storage door and walked up the stairs while telling Sidney and the twins to fallow behind me. I had no idea where my dad was or even if he was still by our neighborhood. He could have blown all the way across the town or even state by now! Suddenly the phone rang. When I answered, a lady with a soft, quite, voice telling me she had my mom with her but she was in the hospital. I asked her what had happened and she told me she was still in her office when the tornado hit, and all her supplies and the window fell on top of her so she’ll have to get stitches and serious brain surgery. I told her what happened to my dad and she told me he probably isn’t doing too well either and probably past away. Right when I heard those words, I almost burst into tears, but I didn’t. I just said nothing hoping she would say bye and hang up now. But instead, she said she would pick my sister’s and me up and go to the hospital to see my mom as soon as possible. When I heard a loud beep of a car horn, I quickly ran out with my sisters and got in the car. She had a white and black police car with the sirens on the top going off. I asked her why she had the sirens on when it wasn’t a //real// emergency. She told me that it allowed her to speed so we could get there quicker. I thought that was awesome. When we arrived at the hospital, we went to level three and into the room 348. There I saw my mom in the hospital bed just laying there without saying a word. “Mom, are you okay?” I asked. “Melanie!” She shouted. I went up to her and gave her a big hug. Then Sidney and the twins all gave her a hug also. “I’m really sorry, Mel, I should have come home when you told me to, but I didn’t believe you.” She apologized. “It’s okay mom. I know you didn’t mean it.” I said. “Girls, you need to leave the room because we’re taking your mom into the surgery room for her stitches and brain surgery.” The nurse said. We slowly walked out into the waiting room. It was about two hours before the nurses came out with some, well, it looked like important news. I couldn’t tell if it was good or bad, but I knew it was very important. “Girls.” Said the nurse. “I have bad news; your mother’s surgery was unsuccessful and she lost too much blood and couldn’t survive. I’m very, very sorry but there was nothing we could do.” A tear dripped down my cheek as Sidney and the twins were already sobbing. We all just stood there not knowing what to do. Suddenly a whole bunch of people started surrounding us asking questions like where are your parents and where do you live and how old are you. I answered as many as I could but soon enough I got really tired of it and left. The people followed us but the nurse told them to leave us alone. I asked the nurse where we would go since both our parents died and we had no other relatives alive. The nurse told us she didn’t know for sure, but pretty much we would go to a foster home with many other children to play with and we would still be at the same school if we could find a foster home near by. It was already 6:30 P.M. and we were //still// at the hospital waiting until the court and officers could find us a home. Finally at 7:03, they came in and told us they had a foster home all ready near the south side of town. We wouldn’t be able to go live there until tomorrow early morning since they weren’t ready for us. I was freaking out all through the night because I had no idea if my new family was good or bad or okay or what. I heard a knock on the door as I felt my Josie jumping on my stomach to wake me up. I yelled come in to the nurse. She told all of us we were going to our new home for good now. It seemed as if this whole incident was a disaster dream or even a nightmare and I just awoken from it, but all this //was// real and true and ruined my life for ever. We got to the house //finally//. As if anything couldn’t get any worse, the house was small, brown, and I could smell the stench all the way from the car. We walked to the door and rang the doorbell but to find a woman with long blond hair. “Oh you must be the newly arrived children…” “Are you Melanie?” She asked pointing at me. “Yes, I am, but I like Mel.” I said. “Okay, no problem!” She said in cheering voice. “And the twins must be Josie and Jezzie.” “Which one of you are Josie and which one of you is Josie?” She asked. “I’m Josie.” Josie said in a sweet, quite voice. “So you must be Jezzie, and you must be Sydney?” “Yup!” Answered Sydney. She told all of us to come in and take a look at the house. The brown door had paint peeling off of it like some old shack, the rooms were dirty and had dust all over everything. We each got to pick which room we wanted. I tried to pick the biggest, cleanest room, but Sydney already took it. We got most of all of our things unpacked by the end of the day. “Girls!” Called the foster mother from downstairs. “Come downstairs to eat dinner” We all came down to see a //huge// dinner table filled with food almost enough for an army of men! I could see why there was so much food a moment after, because there were about 15 kids all running from upstairs and downstairs and all over the place. “Girls, sorry I forgot to introduce myself, I’m Kristila Disani, but if you would like, you could call me mom, or you could call me Ms. Disani, either one works for me.” “Also, these are all your new brothers and sisters; they will all introduce themselves later on tonight or maybe after dinner.” “Okay, great.” I said I still wasn’t ready to call her mom yet, even though she was extremely nice. It just didn’t seem right. When we were finished eating, we all had to go to bed even though it was only 7:00. After I was finished brushing my teeth and getting my pajamas on, I crawled into bed. “Wake up call!” I hear Ms. Disani yell from the bottom of the stairs. I look at the clock to find it’s already 10:00 A.M. I didn’t notice it was so late…Probably because I had a very long day yesterday moving in and such. I found out two things since I’ve lived here: The other kids aren’t very social and on Fridays we get to stay up until midnight for movie night. Even though I’ve had some very rough times in my life, everything is ending up okay. But still… I hate Mondays…

**Questions for Peer Reviewers**
(Think in terms of questions you would like to ask the author.)

1. Think of plot—is it original? (If an adaptation, is it creative or interesting to you?) What suggestions do you have for the author(s)? I think the plot is very interesting and original. 2. Think about problems that the characters face. Are there complications that add enough suspense, tension, or interest? Is there a climax that satisfies you? Is the resolution satisfying? What could be added or changed? the problems that have melanie are very tension, because she had to go out the school and go into the basement .I would be added more information about how she felt when her parents died. 3. Think of characterization—are the characters life-like? Are characters likable and enjoyable? Do we get a good sense of character from many of these: description, dialogue, narrator's opinion, discussion from other characters, the character’s own actions? I think the characters life is very sad because they saw when their father was flying on the air and when their mother died in the surgery. In that moment they can't be likable or enjoyable because her parents died. yes, i do 4. Think of imagery and details. Do they help you //see// and //hear// and //experience// the story? What details would you like to see in the next revision of the story? There isn't any image. I would like to see more images in the text, because that facilitates me to understand the story. 5. What areas of the story need the most improvement? What suggestions do you have for the author?. The history is good and doesn't need most improvement.