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 Hey! My name is Kaci Gorres. I am in the sixth grade and I really enjoy playing soccer and volleyball. My favorite subject in school is Math. One of my hobbies out of school is going to the mall with friends. My alltime favorite Movie is __Twilight__. I also like the movies, __1408__, __Miss Congeniality__, and __Yes Man!__ I have been in many states which include the following, Minnesota, Florida, Nevada, and others too. I also have an Ipod Touch. My favorite thing to do on it is go and chat on my Gmail. My favorite game on my ipod is Flick Fishing. Also on my favorite songs on my ipod are __Don't Trust Me__ and __Boom Boom Pow__. In the future i plan to go to collage for a medical degree and become an Oral/Maxiofacial Surgon.



I am the second one on the bottom left side

** The Importance of Friendship ** By Kaci Gorres = = While at my friend’s house Mike, he also invited Madison and Calvin over. When they came over we went for a walk by the woods nearby. On the way I was looking at the delicate scenery of the countryside. I picked up a flower and a little bee flew off the tip. The flower was golden yellow, like the sun, that looked as if it was shriveling up into little stars. I was enjoying this moment when something interrupted my train of thought. It was a vast sized truck hurrying by on the road neighboring the trail. I had apparently had dropped my thought into a bush and it would be hard to find it again so I decided to catch up with the rest of the gang. “Guys,” I shouted, “Wait up!” I made my way shoving through the shattered branches to catch up. They were talking about something, but I was clueless and went back to watching the scenery. Finally, when it had seemed like forever (which was Calvin’s point of view because I was really enjoying the trail), we reached the bridge. I wasn’t that impressed about it because it looked like an ordinary beat-up bridge. I didn’t know how Mike saw and thought this bridge was something “different.” Mike was standing there staring at us when he said, “Isn’t it just awesome? I really love this place.” I knew he could tell that we were still not getting what was so //amazing// about this bridge. “Maybe you should look over the bridge.” Mike recommended. I went over to the edge of the bridge and looked over. //Oh my goodness// I thought. I swear I have never seen anything before like this in my life. The picture of the stream is still like a fresh painted picture in my mind. It was such an unpolluted line of blueish-clearish liquid. I tried to find a way to get closer to the liquid and finally I found a way. Mike, Madison, and Calvin followed. We had so much fun and made a little fort of sticks, that fits four people, so we could have a hideout. We agreed that this was our place of friendship and whatever happened we couldn’t lie about anything while in the hideout. I agreed and so did everyone else. Suddenly I looked at my watch. It was 7:36. We were going to get in huge trouble. We made our way back to Mike’s house in what seemed as hours but just in a matter of minutes. By the time we got there it was 7:58. We were out of breath and were tired. I asked Mike if I could stay over for the night. He said that was all right so I called my mom and asked her. I could stay over, she said, and she would bring some clothes to his house in the morning. Madison and Calvin stayed over too. We watched some TV for a little bit but nothing was good so by 8:45 everybody was asleep, except for me. I couldn’t get that picture of the stream and bridge out of my mind. I tried to blank my mind but whenever I closed my eyes they brought up the picture of the stream. I think probably went to sleep around 11:00 but I really have no idea. In the morning, my mom dropped off my clothes and I got to stay for a while longer. We ate Captain Crunch for breakfast and made our way back to the bridge. I was extremely excited to see it again. The sight just couldn’t leave my mind. When we arrived it felt like I was just born again. It was even better than yesterday. My image really hadn’t faded from just a day ago. Madison wanted to go back down to the hideout. We all wanted to, so we made our way to the fort. I wanted to live in this little hut, but I knew it would be a stupid idea. When on the way back to the house, we were planning what days to meet at Mike’s house, then travel together to the bridge. Our group planned on Mondays, Wednesdays, and Fridays to meet. I made perfect timing to reach Mike’s house because my mom arrived five minutes later. I thanked Mike for inviting me and on my way out to the car, I asked my mom, “Have you ever seen something that seems like a dream but you have evidence that it isn’t a dream?” “Well no, but I have heard about many things like that before. Why do you ask?” she replied. “Um, well when we went for a walk Mike showed us a bridge and we all thought that it was stupid that he brought us there because it was just a beat-up little bridge. I didn’t know what he was thinking about it but then he told us to look over the edge of the bridge. I did and it was the most amazing scene I had ever looked at before.” “Oh well what was it?” It was hard to explain but I told her everything that we did and saw. Later that week (while I was still having troubles sleeping), we met everyday we were supposed to. Calvin even met when he was gone from school on Friday. I was kind of happy that I had a group of friends I could truly trust. We had made such good friends that if we had taken a test on each other we all would have gotten 150%. Later on the news there was warnings for a tornado. It was predicted to be an F-3 tornado! I didn’t know what to even say or at the last of my list, what to do! I had seen places that had gotten hit by an F-3 tornado but I couldn’t even imagine what it was like to have it be your hometown to be hit by a tornado. I made my way to my parent’s room and they had the news on also. I was not really in shock to tell you the truth, but I was really in a confused mode. I realized that if my friendship with Mike, Madison, and Calvin could stay strong, so could our hometown. I was positive that we could make it through this. The winds were really picking up and so was the rain. We were listening to the radio downstairs in the basement. My brother and I decided to go to sleep and ignore the storm. It actually worked out pretty good we fell asleep with our parents at our side and when we woke up the storm had passed. My dad said that there wasn’t much damage to our side of our town but on the southern side, there was a lot of damage. School was pretty much canceled for almost the rest of the year my dad was predicting. I then ran to the phone to call my buddies. But one problem, the phone line was dead. //Agh!// I thought. About a week later, Mike called me. He said everybody was fine and we should be able to go back to our normal routine. The next meeting day was a Wednesday and we started on our way. When we reached where the bridge was supposed to be, it was gone, and so was our hideout! The tornado had completely wiped out the bridge and most of the little strip of liquid below it. Our friendship felt as if it was ruined. We slopped the way to Mike’s house and were so upset that we didn’t even talk about our feelings, like we were supposed to. Madison finally anounced that even though we had something to show that we had an awesome friendship, and when i gets destroyed, we cant be upset that our friendship is over. We all survived the storm and that is all what really mattered. I left Mikes house as if instead of losing something, I had gained something, and that was a stronger friendship.

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