Spelling Story

Spelling Story


Okay, so in my certain Spelling curriculum everytime I get a word wrong it makes me say the word, look at the word, say the word again then spell the word with my eyes closed, spell out the word in the air with my finger, then spell it again, and then write a sentence using the word. How boring. So I've come up with thi story that I use my words in. Instead of writing one sentence using that word I now write a whole paragraph that holds all of my words in it. So here is the words I have so far missed in th past week or so:

principal
analyze
fundamental
noticeable
parallel
dormitories
assemblies
friendliest
and obituaries
And here is the story I have made using them:
Part I
Notes and Red Beards
"This will be a great fundamental experience for us all." Ms. Vonhorghts or Ms. Vonworts (which is what my friend and I call her) said with a little too-big-for-comfort fake smie. I exchanged anxious and worried looks with my friend Prosper who sat parallel to me. I quickly scribbled on a paste-it-note and held it up for him to see. It read: "Her fake grin is too noticeable, she's up to something." Prosper nodded. But unfortunatley our exchange was spotted by the tattle-taler-her-perfectfullness Miss Carmelita Spats and her hooligans. She quickly raised her hand and at the same time flashed Prosper and me a malicious grin, I groaned.
Ms. Vonworts smied when she saw Carmelita's hand raised. "Yes Miss Spats?" She asked while she smiled her creepy grin.
Carmelita stood up pure innocence masking her hideou face. "Ms. Knightley," (that's me) "has a note ma'am." She smiled her wicked grin showing her rows of a little too white pearly teeth (oh how those bug me) at me and haughtily sat down.
Ms. Vonworts gave me the haneous smile that she gives her students before they are sent to Principal Ernesto Barbarossa (the fat red dyed bearded pig). "Ms. Knightley, would you like to share anything with the class?"
End of part I
October 24 Level I Group 32
Words I missed:
dormitories
Part II
Well after I shared my note with the class I was given a free ticket to Principal Ernesto Barbarossa's office. There, once again I was given the 'how I should be grateful that they took me and that if I didn't do better they would have no choice but to send me to the dormitories and classrooms of the Charity Retraining Academy for Orphans' for the umpteenth time of my life since I began my life here. Only a few children from our Orphanage had ever been sent there. We all call it Nightmare Academy ad boy is it just that. I'm sure that I will be sent there since I am such a trouble maker, but I can't help it, it's in my soul. Nightmare Academy was given it's name beause a long time ago a girl actually escaped. She came here because she had no other home (I think that was rather stupid of her). She was sent back immediatley after she was found, but unfortunately for the teachers she had already been able to tell the truth about Charity Retraining Academy for Orphans.
Oops, Igotta go. I'll finish the story later.

Always in a hurry,
~Indigo