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 * Hi I am Zoe C. I go to South Middle School and I am in 6th grade. I like many things such as the color green, panda bears, chinchillas, and cats. I have 7 people in my family including me, my mom, my dad, my little sister, my little brother, my cat Spykitty, and my other cat Tippy. I have many hobbies such as gymnastics, dance, talking to friends, Tennis, going shopping, volleyball, and many more. Some facts about me are, I was born on August 16th, I have lived in Madison, Wisconsin until I was 9, My first cat was Spykitty, my brother is 9 and my sister is 6, and I LOVE the mall of America! I love food and some of my favorites are, chinese food (number 1,) Potatos, Fettucini Alfredo, and way more! May 4 2009- Hey guys just wanted to say that on my friends page someone added some extra words onto it and just wanted to say to everyone out there to NOT edit other peoples pages! they get angry and like turn into the hulk........ DA DA DA DUMMMMMM!!!! [[image:spykitty_newspaper.JPG width="263" height="169" align="left" caption="This is my cat Spykitty"]] **=====

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 * [[image:9th_birthday_party_me_and_Kate.jpg width="214" height="197" align="left" caption="Me and my Friend Kate Tubing"]] HAHAHAHAHA! SHE'S SOOOO RIGHT! ~LEAH!!!!! ...i really don't turn into the hulk tho... HELLO ZOE! WUTS UP **=====

Monday
By: Zoe Copa

The alarm clock goes off and I woke up from a deep sleep. I tried to turn it off but it fell to the ground. I quietly mumbled and got up. I walked to the kitchen and took out Strawberry Ego Waffles and shoved them in the toaster. To my surprise none of my family was up. Shocked, I went into my brother’s room. He wasn’t there. I figured he was at his friend’s house playing video games, again at 10:30 in the morning. So I knocked on my mom and dad’s door, no when I could hear the fire alarm going off. I smell of smoke made me cough, my eyes watered like I was bawling. I grabbed a wet towel and put it over my face. I ran to the kitchen to see that the toaster was burning. I touched it and it burned my skin. My finger was red and bubbly. So I unplugged it really quickly and called my mom. “Mom are you there?” I said shocked. Yes Olivia what’s wrongs? Are you okay?” She sounded worried like the house caught on fire. “No but the toaster was burning up. Where are you guys? I was looking around the house for you!” I said angry. I was worried something like the microwave caught on fire and hurt my family. “Well what I want to know is why you are at home.” My mom said. Her confused voice was messing with my mind. “Mom, its Sunday can I not go to church today?” I said. A short pause went on for about a minute. “It’s not Sunday! It’s Monday! Why wouldn’t you know that? You set your alarm clock last night! You could tell she was angry. I could imagine her face through the phone with a crinkled forehead and a scowl on her pale face. “Sorry mom,” I said upset, “How will I get to school?” “Well me or dad can’t take you to school, were in the middle of a meeting right now. You’re just going to have to walk today!” She hung up. I always hated Mondays they just did something to me but I didn’t know why. So I put on my Hollister shirt and jeans and grabbed my backpack. I started for the front door when I realized my dad’s car was still here. I should do it, I shouldn’t I kept saying to myself. I was tired and didn’t get to have breakfast so I did it any way. By the way I am only in 6th grade that was a challenge. I have driven golf cars and 4 wheelers before, but nothing like this. When I went into the car I sat down. I wasn’t tall enough to steer the steering wheel. So I ran back inside and grabbed a couple pillows and put them on the seat. When I got back into the garage and dropped everything. I car was started to back up by itself. I hopped into the car. It was in neutral and I switched it off. Wow that was closed I said to myself. I put the pillows in and turned the car on. I started on the R and backed up into the driveway. Then put in on the little D switch and turned around. Since no one was on the street I can admit that I did a couple “donuts” in the road then drove off. What I didn’t know was that there was a cop on the other side of the road. I started by turning on the radio listening to Z100 jamming some of my favorite songs. Then I put in my brothers CD. He said to never listen to it or else. Or else what I would say to him. When I first song started I screamed. It was like screaming and music mixed. I turned it off and I stepped on the petal really hard. Then I heard a cop siren. Then I said to myself, I hate Monday. I got out of the car and ran as fast as I could trying to out-run the cop. He was a chubby police man, probably because he ate krispy-kream donuts all day I his little car all day. Anyways, I ran as fast as could. He actually could run very fast for a police man who weighted about 1,000 pounds! “Get down on the ground,” He yelled. His face was pink and plump; wrinkles surrounded his forehead and small dimples on his pink cheeks. When he ran I could see his face bouncing with his dimples slowly fading away. I was panting and sweating, running towards the school. Even though I couldn’t stand the look of my school I kept moving forward. “I am going to warn you one more time,” the police man threatened, “do I need to get back up?” I guess he didn’t understand that I was only 12 so there was pretty much nothing I else I could do except to run. The school was about 300 yards ahead of me and I was still running. I heard the police mumble some unknown words into his walkie-talkie like a baby saying its first words. Then I was there, standing in front of the school thirsty and sweating. I ran inside to my locker. The bell ran and everyone ran inside there homeroom. I was upset and scared the police man would bust through the door with dogs and horses sniffing me out. I ran to the drinking fountain splashing my face and mouth with ice cold water. How cold it was with water gently sliding down my face. “Oh Man,” I said to myself. My pants were soaked and it looked like I fell in a pool! I was so embarrassed so I ran down to the nurse’s office. “Can I help you sweetie,” she whispered in her soft passionate voice. Her bright gray hair brought out the big green eyes she had. I was told she was at least 55 years old. “Well yes I spilled water on my clothes,” showing her my shirt and pants. “Let’s see what I have!” Her voice was full of excitement as if this was like a game we were playing. She led me to a room with cartons of clothes from socks to pants there was anything. I looked around in the cartons, but the size I wore was gone. The only thing I could find was a boy’s shirt and pants. I saw her leave the room so I decided to look a little harder. On the other side of the room there was only a couple other things like a copier and some other thing the looked like a shrunken laptop. I walked back to her desk with the clothes in my hand. “Is this all you have?” Staring at her with big eyes. “Yes I am sorry,” her face went down into a small frown. She didn’t look like herself now. I guess it poured all the passion out of her. She apologized and led me to the bathroom to change into the clothes. I grabbed the clothes and went into the bathroom. The shirt was brown with an I didn’t do it graphic. And the pants were blue and shaggy. They were almost kackys but a different color. I sighed and put them on. I looked like a baby doll in over sized clothes! In my head I was screaming with anger imagining what the people in my first class would say to me. In my locker all I could find was a faded red football Wisconsin sweatshirt that could help me a little. I put it on any ways because of how upset I was. It didn’t change my attitude though. As I walked into my first period class room everyone looked at me like I was a three eyed monkey. I slowly glided towards my desk. Still the heads were turning and I wasn’t very happy at the moment. “I was a little late,” I said silently. The teacher stared at me and nodded with a look on her face and changed my absent mark online. I sat in my seat between Mark and Stacey. Mark was a brown haired blue eyed boy. He was nice but really rude to girls when his friends are around. Of course you know people like that. Stacey was blonde and basically the meanest person you ever met. She was mean on so many levels. I opened my text book to the page on the board. Just to my surprise that page was ripped out of the book! Why was Monday always so bad? It’s like a magnet to trouble. Maybe there was a witch that cased a spell, just kidding. But what is really wrong with Monday is what I wonder. When the lesson ended I ran outside the door to still see that everyone was still looking at me. I could see Stacey whispering to her friends and pointing at me. I gave her a sheepish smile and moved on. I tried to act like nothing was wrong but it didn’t work out very well. I kept walking until the bell rang for health. The same thing happened when I strolled into the classroom everyone still staring at me like this time I was a four foot tail giraffe. But the worst part was that couldn’t even find my book this time. That’s when I had an idea. I would just skip school and go back home. It was the simplest plan in the book! Nothing will embarrass me there! After class I grabbed my backpack and headed for the door. Until, I saw the cop pointing at me. And again I mumbled “I hate Mondays.” I tried to run but the police man seemed to have more people, and more cars. I ran away towards the front door and yes! No cops or anybody was outside there. I ran out the door looking both ways for people behind me. Luckily there was no one there, I started towards the coffee shop. When I got to the coffee shop I checked my pockets. I had four dollars and fifty cents, a gum rapper, and my lucky bouncy ball. I walked up to the young lady standing at the desk. Her pale blonde hair was flowing while her eyes would almost hypnotize you. Was she a Barbie or something? “May I help you, uh little girl?” She said. She probably saw my backpack and my hand with a pencil in it. I ignored her and moved on. “One tall vanilla bean frappuccino please!” I yelled. I smiled a sweet grin and she looked me over again like I was crazy. She waved her head to the back. “Tall bean frapp!” she yelled to the people in the back. She looked back at me with a weird look on her face. A man came over from the back and nodded running back into the kitchen. I glided over to the small coffee table and sat down on a chair. I realized that I ended up not going home, that worried me a bit. The smell of coffee beans filled the room, I was to distracted to worry about going home. I ended up staring at the lady’s face again. The women’s face complimented everything in the small shop. The women walked over to me and handed over my frappuccino. “Thanks!” I said. She smiled and served another customer. The smell of the vanilla was mouth watering and the whipped cream was fresh. But then, officer krispy kream came through the door. “I hate Mondays,” I mumbled again. I quickly jumped out of my seat and slid behind a big bag of coffee beans. Krispy Kream looked annoyed and angry like he could pounce on someone any second now. “One tall dark coffee,” he mumbled in his low voice. The young lady nodded and yelled back to the kitchen again and the same guy came from the back nodding. He was sweating and looked around the room. I stared walking backwards and stepped on a bag of coffee. The bag basically flew out to the front of the store and behind the police’s feet. He turned around and started towards the back. I covered my mouth and glided toward the side he wasn’t coming from. I tripped on a basket and fell I looked up to see his feet by my nose. He picked me up and handcuffed me. I hate Mondays.

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