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Jenna: Festibond 2010 Date With Kirsten

Jenna Danler — Thu, 06 Jan 2011 01:41:33 +0000

One of our Festibond traditions is going on dates with mom and dad. First I went on a date with Mom. We went to “Silly’s,” a restaurant in Portland, Maine. The first time I went to Silly’s (with the whole family), the place was crowded. So we couldn’t, shouldn’t, and wouldn’t eat there. This was my first time eating at Silly’s. Mom and I had fun pointing out what was silly. They had pictures hanging on the wall that had stickers saying “eat at Silly’s” somewhere in the picture in funny places, the menus were in lunch boxes, the ceiling lights were decorated to look funny, and so on. I ordered “the Elvis shake” that Mom showed me. It’s a milkshake with peanut butter and bananas. You have GOT to try it! I don’t know how to explain it, but I hope these three words will work. It. Was. Awesome. That was basically my whole lunch, because I didn’t like the $7 pepperoni pizza I ordered. I only ate one tiny slice. Oh, and the slices were small.

Drinking my "Elvis" shake at Silly's

We then drove to “Fabu”, a spa in Portland. After we finally found a place to park, Mom and I walked all the way to Fabu. After Alissa took my coat, I met the women who was giving me a manicure. The two women who were giving Mom and me manicures led us up the stairs and into the spa room. I couldn’t wait! This was also my first time in a spa.

The lady with black hair was going to do my nails. She told me to sit down on one of the big, comfy, black chairs. She filed my nails, soaked them in coconut lime smelling liquid that was green, buffed them, and maybe something else, but I don’t remember. The lady and I talked and talked about everything. Finally, the woman reached for the nail polish. I was getting a French manicure, so the lady painted the tips of my nails white, and the rest clear. She told me that layers help the nail polish stay on longer, and thats why my French manicure is still on as I type this. So she painted very light pink (two layers of that) and than clear again. I liked that she was very neat and careful. To help them dry, she told me to sit in a different chair facing a wooden table with a small blue fan. She told me to put my hands underneath the fan. It seemed like hours until we could release them. But I was still trying to be patient. When it was time to leave, I carefully slipped my jacket on and said bye to the dark-haired woman.

Drying my nails

I was almost too exited for what Mom and I were going to do next. Guess. GET MY EARS PIERCED!! We drove off to the mall. We went to a few clothing stores including H&M, Forever XXI (21), and Gap. But nothing looked really good to me. Mom suggested Justice, but I’ve been in Justice. I’m not that peace-sign girly girl. Finally, after a million years I saw the letters C-L-A-I-R-E-’S. It was Claire’s! When I thought I lost my Claire’s gift card, Mom and I went to find it. Then I realized I had turned my coat inside out before I went to the bathroom at the mall so it could be in the inside pockets.

My new pierced ears

Just then Dad, Hayley, and Skye came toward us. I gave Daddy a hug, and told Mom where the gift card could be. I took my coat off, unzipped both pockets, reached in and… TA-DA! I felt my gift card!! A few minutes after I felt the Claire’s card, I found myself sitting nervously on a stool. The ear-piercing person reached out with a long, thin object toward my ear. “Ouch!” Haha. Turned out to be a pen to mark the piercing. I held my breath. Dun, dun, dun!! Pinch! Ow! That stung! Pinch! Ow! That stung! I smiled and hopped off the chair. She went through all the directions with me still smiling. I was proud.

We drove home, with all the events of the day still mixed in our minds. I couldn’t wait to show my friends at school my newly manicured nails and my sparkling earrings. I had a really good time on our date.

The Christmas Problem

Jenna Danler — Tue, 02 Dec 2008 00:43:54 +0000

Chapter One
One morning on December 11, 2004 Isabelle woke up early and realized she was going to her friend’s mom’s wedding! It started at seven o’clock. She put on her best clothes, brushed her hair, brushed her teeth, washed her face and put on her best shoes. Finally it was seven o’clock and her mommy and daddy were ready.

Chapter Two
Every day Isabelle had to do lots of exciting things, this was the best exciting thing of all. Isabelle was still thinking about Christmas. The place is a block away but dad always says we can not walk. You know your mom has a broken leg. The place was at the park.

Isabelle’s friend is named Peter. His mom is named Julie. Julie was marrying John, Isabelle’s uncle. Isabelle was so excited to go. The reason she had to go was she was the flower girl. A lot of cars were passing by. There must be people in the cars that are going to Julie’s wedding, Isabelle thought. “I like the dancing best”, said Isabelle’s father.

Chapter Three
Then they got there at eight o’clock. “You can’t come!”, said Peter. “Why?”, said Isabelle. “There’s good news and bad news”, said Peter. “The good news is Julie is still having her wedding. The bad news is she’s not having a party. It’s just Julie, John, me, and the judge.” “By the way, have a nice Christmas. Jerk!”

Isabelle said, “Me and my parents spent all that money on the presents. Who planned this thing, anyway?” “Me”, said Peter. Isabelle said, “It’s not nice to call someone ‘jerk’, anyway.” “Have a bad Christmas, Peter.”

Chapter Four
Soon Christmas Eve came. Peter felt sorry for Isabelle. He decided to give Isabelle a present and a sorry note. He went to her house and told Isabelle, “this is for you.” Isabelle opened the present. It was $30 so each person in the family would have ten dollars. Isabelle read the letter. After that she was overjoyed and hugged Peter.

They had a wonderful Christmas together.

THE END.

Skye: Thanksgiving

Skye Danler — Mon, 24 Nov 2008 12:24:59 +0000

Turkey

One sunny day Albert Turkey was in his garden picking his vegetables for Thanksgiving. Thanksgiving was his favorite holiday but it was hunting season. That meant every turkey would have to hide or they were dinner for complete strangers. He was the smartest turkey. He knew good hiding places and could predict the future.

That evening he made a Thanksgiving feast and hid it in the place he was hiding for hunting season. That night as he ate his dinner he thought about his dead wife and how she died because of hunting season. As he lay in bed he heard screaming of other turkeys and bombs and bullets being blasted.

The next morning he found babies scattered all over the place wounded. His Thanksgiving plans were always ruined.[Okay it wasn't the best holiday ever.] He always found a mess of blood and bones outside his door at Thanksgiving time.

During the day Albert thought of an idea. He was really smart so he could spell and build. He built a fence so people would keep out. Then, he wrote “Stay out. From:the president”. After that, he taped it to the fence and no one was ever shot again. He had the best Thanksgivings ever and had his family come over for every one. He of course shared the idea with every turkey in the world.

THE END

About the drawing: The red blobs are the pools of blood. The little turkey crying is a wounded baby. On the lower-left is Albert’s hole. He doesn’t want anybody to go in it. The light bulb above Albert’s head is because he has a good idea. In the background is the idea he had of making a fence and putting a sign. So, it basically tells about my whole story.