and my floor. It stood in the corner of our room for about 2 years, until the 7 year old me finally decided to complete the challenge. Russell, my youngest brother, who was now 5, was too little to help, so Lincoln (my other younger brother) and I completed the masterpiece. It stood on our clothes shelf until the move. At 10 years old, we moved into our new house. One of the things that had to be moved by hand was the Tower Bridge. Since we only moved a block, my parents walked it into our new house, where it sat securely next to the couch ready for it to be moved up into my room. We decided we should move it upstairs to my room that day, but it got delayed and delayed until we forgot about it. Then one day, my worst nightmare came true, and Russell tripped while jumping on the couch. I watched in horror as he tripped and accidentally pushed a pile of books onto my now destroyed 4000 piece lego set. “No!!” I screamed. Frustration was like watching something that took so long to build get crushed in a blink of an eye. I watched in slow-mo as all the hours I had spent building it got dumped in the trash. The towers ripped apart, the bridge cracking into pieces, the spires and cables getting snapped in a billion different places, and falling onto the floor, with an explosion of pieces. Boom! “Sorry,” Russell mumbled like he didn’t even care. He was usually nice and was probably just trying to have some fun. But he had done something so mean to me, that even if by accident, I still wanted him to get severely punished. Even after my various complaints to my parents, Russell’s only punishment was to go to his room for 10 minutes. I imagined the gleaming bridge put back together. I finally managed to fix the bridge in five days, but I was still missing a green car and a red bus. As soon as it was fixed, we immediately moved it to my room, where it Marcus and the Tower Bridge sits to this day. Even after searching the scene for weeks and weeks on end, the green car and red bus were nowhere to be found. Eventually my frustration faded and everything was okay… except the lost car and bus. Medusas By Mattea V., Grade 5 The cool breeze fluttered past my face as I lay down in the shade. My dripping wet bathing suit had started to dry, just as I heard Dad exclaim, “Oh, the water is so nice and clear!” It was true. I could see the ocean floor from where I was lying on the deck of the boat. “Mattea, you should come in!” Mom called from the paddleboard. “No thanks. I just got out!” I replied, sitting up to watch my mom, dad, and sister swim in the water. It did look nice, but I had definitely swam enough that morning. I laid back down, tired. It was definitely easy to fall asleep on a rocking boat. I closed my eyes and let my thoughts
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