Sketch 2

Birds chirp in every direction. A hum of a small engine comes from maintenance down the hill. I can hear the snow cracking and popping like the curial rice crispiest. Some students come out of the art building with pack packs fully loaded. A white bike can be seed at the wise center door. Tom comes over making shore I am productively doing my work. A small orange truck drives by the pond going up to the dorms and then takes a right by the health center driving by the meetinghouse. As I look at the glass doors and windows I can see threw the building. My mom is walking on the other side with are dog Makana. He runs up to see me all muddy. I pat his head and then my mom walks by saying hi. Many people are walking around after class. I wonder if I hot the times wrong. Was I supposed to be back by now? Then I think know because bobby is sitting on the wise center steps looking at me. I save. Then I can smell a smell that reminds me of the beach. Someone I have never seen walks by and says, are you doing cycling today.”

Sketch 1

My silver phone blinks red letting me know there is a message. My ipod switches to the next song. My clock reads 5:55. All the same numbers. I think that only happens 6 times during the day. A long loaded truck turns onto the main messy rode. I grab another chocolate chip. Thinking back to when a big bird almost hit me today. I pause thinking what to write fiddling with a CO2 cartridge. I eat another rich chocolate chip as a group of probably 15 people walk by, none of which I know. My second cell phone battery blinks charged. So far I have finished my math homework and most of my elements of literature. The wind is picking up outside making my old window rattle. Sand and dirt swirl down the street. My dog roles over on my bed and sneezes. My mom calls it a puppysneeze and says it rely fast almost like one word. I know another e-mail came by the beep of my computer. My computer randomly switches from right to left speakers when I change the volume. I read my sketch over and fix a couple words. I eat another chocolate chip and stop writing.

Reading Responce

I picked a quote at the end, “Why is it cause, Daddy, why is it cause?” I chose this because it is an indecisive ending leaving the reader to make his one thought. The reader doesn’t know if he is talking about the lightning or the baby dyeing or life in general. It doesn’t tell or give away anything to the reader.