Sitting in the middle of a grassy field always makes you feel at home, though you have to be in the right spot. As I look beyond the small invisible circle that I call my own space, I feel like I am swallowed up in a green sea. Faraway there is a bird song that is faint yet beautiful. Besides that, silence is the only noise.  I see the grass slightly move as a gentle breeze passes through. It hits my face and my hair blows. The sky is like a canvas and the clouds are painted by a simple brush dipped in the whitest white paint. Another breeze sweeps the loose strands of grass off my paper, just as a broom would do.

-My appreciation of nature

My name is Sandstorm. I was originally created on Earth, but that doesn’t exist anymore. I think it blew up… Anyways, I was created 13 years ago. It was lucky I was in space the time the big explosion happened. It was tragic! Lots of robots that were coming to life had been blasted away and taken somewhere else in the galaxy. Maybe somewhere else in the universe.

The Robo-tics’ newest album was blasting through my roPod. This wasn’t any ordinary day on the International Space Station (ISS), it was the day the Robo-tics played in MarsLand! MarsLand was the ultimate Amusement Park! There was a huge stage, and 500 different rides! All the top bands played there, and my favorite was tonight!

I was lost in a dreamy thought when a voice startled me.

“SANDSTORM!!!!” It was my older sister. “DID YOU TAKE MY DIARY AGAIN?!?!” I rolled my eyes. She stared at me. And stared at me. And stared at me.

“Well?” she finally said.  I rolled my eyes again and she frowned at me. I reached into my pocket and pulled out a little book. On the cover it said:

Dolly’s Diary.

KEEP OUT!

 Her real name isn’t Dolly. It’s Dollstorm. But she doesn’t like that name… but anyways. This day wasn’t about to be ruined by Dolly.

And hour later, I was waiting in line to get the official tickets for the Robo-tics’ concert. I was next! I stepped up to the window, but to my surprise, the robot selling the tickets said, “Sorry. All sold out. But come back next year for the best concert in MarsLand! Have a great day!” and shut the window. I looked back at the long, long line of robots waiting for the chance to see the greatest concert of the year. Some were turning away, and some looked absolutely speechless. I was one to be speechless, but I wasn’t one to give up!

7:00 p.m. and the gates were opening! I watched as tons of robots hurried through the gates and into the huge arena. I had a plan. It was going to be the best!

My eyes lit up as soon as I saw a tall ladder on the building. I’d seen some maintenance robots up there earlier that afternoon, so that part made sense, but what I didn’t get was why there were several skylights on the roof… oooooohhhhhhhh!!! That’s when I made my plan!

7:15 and time to put my plan into action. Thoughts were running through my head. So the concert starts at 8:00, ends at 10:00, 45 minutes will give me enough time to get up there… right?  I decided it was now or never!

I looked at the closed gates. There were two robot security guards guarding the gates. I mean, it was the concert of the year! But seriously, how I could get up there without them seeing me would be hard! I waited until they looked away and dashed towards the ladder, then up, up, up I went. Struggling to climb up onto the roof from the ladder was the hardest part, though it was worth it as soon as I got up there. I noticed a few skylights close to me, so I crawled to them. I peered through the one closest to me, adn saw that the concert was starting. Was it really 8:00 already?!

The next thing I knew I was being taken away by some secuirty robots. One of them had seen me (suposedly) fall off the roof, though I didn’t quite believe it until he had a witness. Of all robots, it had to be Dolly! Oh, I was in trouble, and I thought I would get to see the concert, but I couldn’t see a thing from up there! I had to move around adn around to different skylights because they kept moving and…I guess I fell off. Oh, well, I’ll have to get tickets next year, and before I finish this story, please never try that!!!

 The End

I like writing stories. It’s not just something I like to do, it’s a habit. I have a plan to write a ‘Dear Canada’ book someday, and I have a good idea for a book. Here’s a peek at my ideas: (A draft, not yet a page, is a buch of ideas.)

Thursday, December 2, 1939

What a way to begin a Journal! (Oh, is that a teardrop, staining my clean page?) Sophie’s father has been arrested!  Sophie, a good friend of mine, is Jewish. I couldn’t think like what it would be like to be in her world. To have Dad taken away. To know that every moment your family is in danger. To have that feeling where a simple knock at your door could mean death. Death. A strong word. A strong word.

Comment and tell me how I have done so far!