A Biography (Fake) for my teacher's post, Flat.

I have a story that is from a post, Flat, on my teacher's, Mrs. Yollis, post. She has a 365 project post and a classroom blog. This post is on the 365 project, and I have a fake biography that I want to share with you, but first of all, here is a link to the original post:

Flat!

Photo by Mrs. Yollis

Now, this is my comment and biography:

I am Wilbert the Flat Handball, and I am here in heaven with tape on my leak. I am feeling better, and your stories comfort me. I hope you are having a blast wherever you are, and I hope the others are having fun. Mary and Lucy are the only survivors of all of the equipment, and I am using sunoculars to look at you guys having fun without me. Please wait for me until I get back.

I have a story that I want to share that is happening right now without anyone with me:

I bounced one hundred feet high to try to have fun. I was in the middle of the sky wondering where my dear friends could be. Albert the joker had been lost in the middle of the woods, while Lucy and Mary were happily playing with the children. Lucy was being swung around for Helicopter, while Mary was bounced around to play Four-Square. At last, I was up here with my sunoculars that protect your eyes from the sun and are like binoculars. 

I was searching for poor Albert when there was a sudden shake. It felt like a cloudquake! I used my hands to grip on as tight as I could, and suddenly, there was a jolt. The clouds turned way too thin to grip on, and I was there, flying down back to earth. When I finally reached earth, I fell with a vast "BANG!". I flew up in the sky again, and fell back to earth with as vast "BANG!", but now as loud. I flew and fell with a vast "BANG!" manifold of times, but it finally stopped, and I was there, sitting on a tree. I had another big leak, but luckily, the leak didn't let any air out. Nightfall was about to come, so I closed my eyes and slept...

I was awake, and ready for another big day. I felt some pain, and I saw that I was on top of a very spiky tree. The tree poked me, and I was helpless. This day was off to a horrible start!

I licked my cut like a dog would. I bounced off of the tree, and went to a restaurant. I stole some food for my hollow inside and rolled in the water so no one could see me. The waters were freezing! I realized that I was now stuck in the Arctic Ocean. I built a boat made out of coral and seaweed. Then I sailed out to Alaska to get some shelter. I quietly rolled into someone's house and spent a night there.

The next morning, when I woke up. I found a bottle with some slimy water in it. I drank it, and when I did, I felt super fast. I started rolling, and I thought I was going about 100 miles per hour! I rolled and rolled until I reached the United States. No one could stop me because I was going too fast for them to even notice me.

I had reached the very tip of Oregon, and almost in California. Something happened unexpected. My potion ran out, and I was back as slow as a snail. 

I went to the city, and saw a woman waving her hand for a taxi to come to her. As she stepped on, I secretly rolled onto the taxi's floor, waiting for something to happen. The taxi drove to Los Angeles, and the woman got off the car. I slipped out right at her feet, and when she closed the door, I was already on my way to the suburban areas where my home is. I rolled and rolled, and when I reached my suburb, dusk was on its way. The sun was setting and I had to scout out to find some shelter. Like the last time, I sneaked into someone's house and rolled under the owner's bed.

When that exhausting day passed, I, Wilbert, was up and away! I ran like a cheetah and zoomed straight to my home. When I got there, there was a metal gate, and I bounced over it, but I got another colossal cut. "OWWWW!" I cried this time. This was extra painful, but I endured the pain and kept on rolling. I reached the outside of my house (my blue basket), and I was ready for a nap. Without even bothering to jump in the basket, I took a nap.

The next day, some children found me lying on the ground with my cuts. They took me and shot a picture. Now, this is what happened. They posted me crying with my tattoo (The YOLLIS that is kind of faint). They threw me in the trashcan, and I am using a broken computer that has been recycled to write my biography.

Photo by Mrs. Yollis

That is the end of my story, and if you have a story from the original post, Flat, please leave a comment.

Do you like biographies?

If not, what type of books do you like?

How do you feel when an object is destroyed?

A New Fad and an Old Fad

All around the United States, people are starting to wear rubber band bracelets that are in a pattern. A fad is a thing that is popular for a year or so, and then it is not so popular. In my opinion, I think they are pretty attractive. I have some because I thought they looked charming on your wrist. Also because I didn't want to be left out on the fad. Here are the bracelets in an array.

Photo by Heather

A old fad that was popular in 2010 was Silly Bands. I have tons of them. If you don't know what a Silly Band is, here is the definition. A Silly Band is a simple bracelet that you wrap around your wrist and they are in different shapes.

If you know a fad, please drop me a comment.

Do you know both of these fads?

If so, do you have any of these items?