It's time to do some creative writing. Below you will find the introduction to a small story. Your job will be to do the following:
“Wake –up! You’re going to be late for school”, bellowed a loud woman’s voice from downstairs.
Mark quickly sprung out of bed and looked at his alarm clock. The red numbers rhythmically flashed 12:00, which gave Mark a reason to panic.
“Oh no, not again! The storm must have knocked-out the power”, he muttered to himself.
Mark had made a pattern out of being late for school. However, he knew if arrived late at school again he would find himself in a two hour detention after school. To make matters worse, Mark also had to present his biography project to the entire class.
Mark wasn’t a bad student, but he wasn’t a great student either. In fact, Mark was a quiet student that didn’t have an enemy in the world. Of course he didn’t seem to have any friends either. He didn’t like school or having to do work. In one simple word you could sum-up Mark’s personality – LAZY. Mark’s older sister, Julia, always told him, “Mark, if we look-up the word “lazy” in a dictionary, we would see a giant picture of you doing what your best at – nothing.”
While Julia’s comments were harsh, Mark usually sat at school doing other things. This included doodling, pretending to read a book, or day dreaming about playing Xbox. It was also these things that got Mark into his current situation. Because he spent so much time off task, Mark was in danger of repeating the 5th grade. On every report card he managed to earn ‘F’s and ‘D –‘s. On one occasion he managed to earn a ‘C-‘ in Gym, but that wouldn’t be enough to show he earned the privilege of going-on to the sixth grade.
The only way Mark had a chance of passing the 5th grade was by presenting his biography project. Not only did he have to present it, he had to make it the best performance of his life. Anything below an ‘A-‘ and Mark would find himself back in the fifth grade. Mark quickly got dressed and raced down the stairs. He didn’t even bother to brush his teeth or notice his shirt was inside out.
“Mom, can you take me to school? I’m late, again”, Mark said as he was breathing heavily.
“I can’t. You know the car is still broken and it won’t be fixed until this week. Just take your bike; it will only take a few minutes.”
That would have been great idea, if it wasn’t for the fact Mark had traded his bike for an Xbox game. This left him with only one option -he had to become a lightning bolt and run to school. So Mark ran out the front door and began running-up the side walk.
As Mark raced down the street, he began to notice the wind starting to pick-up. Pretty soon Mark felt as if he was battling Aelous, the ancient Greek god of wind. It seemed like the harder Mark ran, the harder the wind pushed back. Down the street, Mark noticed a real estate yard sign fighting to stay in the ground. The red and white sign was shaking and being slowly pulled-out of the ground. Suddenly, the sign was ripped from the ground and flew directly at Mark. The sign shot though the air like a rocket, until it made contact with Mark’s face.
Mark felt a giant slap in the face from the sign, causing him to fall backwards on the sidewalk. As Mark lay on the ground trying to figure-out what had just taken place, a thunderous sound shook the ground. At that moment, the outline of a large figure stood over Mark. Then the figure began to speak and said…
- Carefully read the story below. Try reading it a few times.
- Once you have read the story, continue writing the story from where it left off.
- You must add at least two to three paragraphs.
- Your addition to the story must make sense; use the information and events from the introduction to help you continue the story.
- Check your spelling.
- KEEP IT SCHOOL APPROPRIATE.
“Wake –up! You’re going to be late for school”, bellowed a loud woman’s voice from downstairs.
Mark quickly sprung out of bed and looked at his alarm clock. The red numbers rhythmically flashed 12:00, which gave Mark a reason to panic.
“Oh no, not again! The storm must have knocked-out the power”, he muttered to himself.
Mark had made a pattern out of being late for school. However, he knew if arrived late at school again he would find himself in a two hour detention after school. To make matters worse, Mark also had to present his biography project to the entire class.
Mark wasn’t a bad student, but he wasn’t a great student either. In fact, Mark was a quiet student that didn’t have an enemy in the world. Of course he didn’t seem to have any friends either. He didn’t like school or having to do work. In one simple word you could sum-up Mark’s personality – LAZY. Mark’s older sister, Julia, always told him, “Mark, if we look-up the word “lazy” in a dictionary, we would see a giant picture of you doing what your best at – nothing.”
While Julia’s comments were harsh, Mark usually sat at school doing other things. This included doodling, pretending to read a book, or day dreaming about playing Xbox. It was also these things that got Mark into his current situation. Because he spent so much time off task, Mark was in danger of repeating the 5th grade. On every report card he managed to earn ‘F’s and ‘D –‘s. On one occasion he managed to earn a ‘C-‘ in Gym, but that wouldn’t be enough to show he earned the privilege of going-on to the sixth grade.
The only way Mark had a chance of passing the 5th grade was by presenting his biography project. Not only did he have to present it, he had to make it the best performance of his life. Anything below an ‘A-‘ and Mark would find himself back in the fifth grade. Mark quickly got dressed and raced down the stairs. He didn’t even bother to brush his teeth or notice his shirt was inside out.
“Mom, can you take me to school? I’m late, again”, Mark said as he was breathing heavily.
“I can’t. You know the car is still broken and it won’t be fixed until this week. Just take your bike; it will only take a few minutes.”
That would have been great idea, if it wasn’t for the fact Mark had traded his bike for an Xbox game. This left him with only one option -he had to become a lightning bolt and run to school. So Mark ran out the front door and began running-up the side walk.
As Mark raced down the street, he began to notice the wind starting to pick-up. Pretty soon Mark felt as if he was battling Aelous, the ancient Greek god of wind. It seemed like the harder Mark ran, the harder the wind pushed back. Down the street, Mark noticed a real estate yard sign fighting to stay in the ground. The red and white sign was shaking and being slowly pulled-out of the ground. Suddenly, the sign was ripped from the ground and flew directly at Mark. The sign shot though the air like a rocket, until it made contact with Mark’s face.
Mark felt a giant slap in the face from the sign, causing him to fall backwards on the sidewalk. As Mark lay on the ground trying to figure-out what had just taken place, a thunderous sound shook the ground. At that moment, the outline of a large figure stood over Mark. Then the figure began to speak and said…