Journal 11

Journal 11

A man was circling around my neighborhood and then he stopped and asked me for directions. Next thing I know he had me in his van and I was knocked out in seconds. He drove for hours then he took me to a cabin where he tried to torture me. I tried to escape several times but nothing worked. Then he left for hours and I thought this is my chance. I knocked down the door and took a lantern and ran for my life. I kept running until I found a hole where my parents were buried. I felt a felling of quandary between leaving them or checking if they were alive. felt horrible but I had to keep running until I found a road where I found a car and I drove until I could find help. I'll never forget what he did to me. She was sure this was where she had left her.

J P #9

   Journal prompt # 9

The one memory I would love to bottle up would be the first time I ate pastelillos. I was a little boy and my mom just told me to eat this slowly because you only get one. After she finished frying them she put one in a paper towel and told me to wait until it cooled off. Then after I had the first bite I fell in love with my ethical food. 

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Out of all the things in the kitchen I would love to be a frying pan/skillet. I would like to be a skillet because people could make corned beef which i like. I also chose this because if a man got out of place a woman would just whack the man with me. I would also enjoy being this utensil because as my username suggests I am rican which means I LOVE pastelillos which people could fry on me if they pleased. These are all the reasons why I would love to be this kitchen utensil.