SO-Annika+F.

My name is Annika or otherwise known as Freddy. Things I like to do for fun are to play outside, taking pictures, singing, and helping someone no matter what the age. One of my outside of school activites is to play soccer. I am on a team called United Soccer. It is a little different than just putting togeather a team. we have to try out and then we get put on a team that is our right level. we travel in and out of the state of Wisconsin. Taking pictures is what I do when I really have nothing to do. After I am done printing my pictures I make cards out of them. I found out that they make great teacher gifts. I love to sing because that is my dream to be a singer but that is like one in a million chances. My other future goals are to become a nursepractitoner or a sceintest. I also love to help out the elderly but a also like to help out kids too. I know how it feals if you do not get it or you ask a dumb question the teacher just answered. But what I do is I go talk to the teacher and start from there and work my way up to helping with homework and things like that. The elderly are just so cute and I love to volenter or help them out, I know it sounds sort of chessey but I like it. My family owns a cabin in New Aburn and I like to go kakyking there and go water skiing. I like all foods but two that stand out in my diet is key lime pie and to be on teh healthy side cream of broccoli soup. I know it looks gross but it tastes delishous to me. I am also in to fashion but i am not like a girly girl that wears pink and sparkles. What my style is like is more modern clasic. the last thing I have to say is that I STINK at spelling.

** Talent Show ** By: Annika Frederikson This is my story. I am a twelve year old girl and I love to sing. I thought I would do the school talent show and see the kids’ reactions, on how well I could sing and do my thing. The day of tryouts for the talent show is today, the 14th of April. I woke up with butterflies in my stomach and I thought I was going to puke. [And everyone knows how bad that is, I have already done it in school.] Mrs. Williams said I was just superior, I gave it my all and that I was going to be in the talent show! I performed a Miley Cyrus song and I told her that I am like, her biggest fan and all. If I could, I would like be her best friend, but the chances of that happing are one in a million, like me coming a super star. I overheard Mrs. Williams on the phone and I herd her say to make sure that Miley Cyrus was gong to be there, so she could take one of the contestants to Hollywood. “OMG,” I screamed. I started to text all of my friends that Miley Cyrus was going to be at the talent show. Andrea, my friend, texted me back like immediately and said “OMS” [Oh my stars. I know what you were thinking.] April 30th is the talent show and now I am having excruciating pain in my stomach, and my hands are trembling, did I mention I’m sweating too! I finish taking my shower and I carefully pick out what I am going to wear to the show tonight; my pink dress with my white sweater and casual shoes. As the day goes on I am getting more and more butterflies in my stomach. The last period of the day comes and I can hardly pay attention to what the teacher is saying. Ring, ring, ring, the bell dismisses us, I don’t even know what I learned in class today! I was just rehearsing the song in my head over and over again. I walk onto the stage and imagine myself performing in just a few hours. Sasha, the snot ball, walks into the auditorium and says “nice outfit.” I politely say “thanks,” like I really meant it, even though I really did not like at all what she just said to me but as my mom would say just kill her with kindness. One hour before the show I am starting to get a little nervous and start to smell my deodorant and that is not a good thing. I plug my iPod in and listen to the song that I am going to perform. Then I realize that Miley is going to be there and will be taking one of the contestants to Hollywood. I could just dream of that but I better have a good attitude about it if I really want a shot at it. Now the auditorium is full to the limit and I mean full. Here is what Mrs. Williams said, “Sorry for any inconvenience but we can not allow any more people in to the auditorium because of safety hazards.” “Holy crap,” I said, and then all of the girly girls looked at me like I was talking in another language. “You know there are better things to say then //holy crap//.” “Like what?” “Well you could say snicker doodles or bummer.” “Ok,” I said. In my mind I was thinking who would say that? Mikayla walks onto the stage with her violin and trips, how tremendously embarrassing but then again I have done that before too. She gets up and her face is bright red and it looked even redder because she is a strawberry blond. Then to top that off she is wearing a pink dress. But after all of that she scored a fabulous 13.5 on her song that she played. Now there are three more people before I go to sing. I plug my iPod in and listen to my song and lip sink [lip sing] it for now. Let’s welcome the one and only Audra Nordwig. She will be performing “Hoedown Throwdown” by: Miley Cyrus. Now I can really smell my deodorant and my face is as red as a tomato. My entire body is like a volcano ready to blow up. I walk carefully and slowly to the mike standing in center stage. It is really not that far away but to me it is like it is on the other side of the world right now. I try to spot Miley but I can’t, the light is too bright for my eyes. I start off great and it is perfection all the way through. My score was a 14, the highest score possible and the highest one so far! The show goes on and on and then it is over Mrs. Williams says she will be announcing the winner who will be going to Hollywood tomorrow during third period. I get in the car and my parents are just blabbing away on how great I was. You know how that is, it’s like you have had enough already. I tell them to stop but no, they just can’t keep it in. My dad says “Sweetie you were the bomb tonight.” “Thanks dad, but you know that the bomb is not really in, it’s more like you rocked it out there.” Ok, here it goes, Yo dude you rocked it out there on the stage tonight.” Dad said in a low tone voice. I walk into school like any other day and hold the door for Mrs. Burton, she always says thanks but its like I already know so just thank me once or twice and get on with your life, [but personally I think she is stuck in a rut] don’t make a big deal about it. Even though you are being a kind and nice student I don’t really care that much it’s an everyday thing to me. I go through first and second period with out learning anything because my heart is set on being the one who gets to go to Hollywood and not be the geek or “can you do my homework for me” girl any more. The speaker comes on and we all say the pledge, then the daily announcements. The last announcement was from last nights show. Audra Nordwig won the award to go to Hollywood and record a soundtrack with Miley Cyrus. “Holy crap!” I scream out. The girls look at me again but now I don’t care because I don’t have to do their homework anymore. Ha Ha Ha in their faces I think in my head. I start to do my awesome dance but it is not really awesome, but any way. I run home like no tomorrow and almost lose my balance. I race up the stairs and open the door, and of course the screen door is also closed but I didn’t know that and I ran into it stumbling onto the floor. My mom says “What was that? Oh just the new $500 screen door, but I’ll get it later.” “Guess what mom?” “I am going to Hollywood!” “No you aren’t, you’re lying.” “No I am not.” But I don’t balm her I had a huge smile on my face that was so big it kina looked like I was lying. Holy cow, she gave me a huge bear hug and got me all wet because she was washing the dishes, but I really didn’t care at that point. I would have cared if I didn’t win the trip and she still would have hugged me. I show my mom the flyer that I got and the website to go to if we had any questions or concerns. But we didn’t. We were so exited that I could have cared less! My dad walks in the door and does his usual Hi, how was your day today because mine was awful. It’s like who wants to hear that it just puts you down, but that is sort of how my dad is. My dad and I don’t really have a great relationship or a bond. So sometimes it is hard for him to just ask me simple question s like, “did you win to go to Hollywood?” I had to force that question out of his mouth, to me that is sort of sad. But then I was back to normal and said, “Yes I am like so stoked I won and that we are going to Hollywood.” That night I go to bed just dreaming of all the fortune and fame in my soon to be new and improved life.

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