Writing Magic 8

Thanks for the coments on what I should write about. Here it is tell me what you think!

She does not listen! Ken thought as he sneaked down the stairs. This will teach her though! She’ll never be mean to me again! A stair creaked under his weight. Ken looked up hoping his mother had not heard. He started again and finally he reached the bottom.

He snuck to the kitchen and opened his knapsack. Opening the cupboard he took out a pack of cracker and some bread. Next he opened the refrigerator taking four water bottles, the jar of pickles, a plate of peppers and the last of the carrots he closed it again. Ken then opened the pickle jar stuffed the carrots in with the pickles and closed the lid, twisting it until he was sure it would not leak. The peppers he put into a sandwich bag, and rapped the bread in foil. He then placed three of the water bottles in the bottom of his knapsack and put a folded blanket, of which he had taken from his bed, on top of them. In went the pickle jar, the bag of peppers, the bread, and the crackers. Then Ken grabbed a flash light, a box of matches, some rope, one of the big outside blanket’s and two of the apples that were sitting on the counter, the apples, matches, rope and blanket went into his knapsack and he zipped it up. Ken smiled to himself. For being only 10 he was quite a good packer and he thought that he had thought of everything he would need.


Now came the hard part. He had to go through the living room, which was right below his mother’s bed room, to get to the mud room, where his coat and boots were.

He took a step into the living room. His leg brushed against the couch. Dare he turn on his flash light? Dare he not? If he turned it on it might awaken Scooch, the family dog, who was outside, and he may start to bark, that would awaken Ken’s mother and then she would see the light. But if he didn’t turn it on he my bump in to something and it would fall and that would surly awaken her. He would take his chances. He left the light off.


Not so bad. He had made it across and only bumped into three things and luckily none of witch mad any noise.

Ken slipped into his coat and pulled a rain coat over it. Boots came next, and then gloves, hat and an umbrella went into a pocket of the knapsack.


Quietly and slowly he turned the doorknob. Don’t squeak! He thought. He stopped. Maybe I should go out my window instead. He turned, took three steps and stopped again. But that would mean my having to go up the creaking stairs again! He pondered the thought for a moment and then tip towed forward towards the stairs. If I go out the front door then someone may see me. But if I got out my window- he stopped again. Oh, no! Now what! Suddenly he turned to his left and snuck though the kitchen. Now he opened the back door. Now he was out. He would stay away for two or three days until his mother was sorry for not believing him. He closed the door behind him.

Now, where to go! He would go through the woods to the cave he had discovered last month. No one knew about it for it was his secret. Yes, that’s the place. And he was off.