Sonia

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Title: Love, Stargirl Author: Jerry Spinelli Genre: Realistic Fiction

This photo is Stargirl writing a love letter to her (Future boyfriend) who is in Arizona and she just moved to Pennsylvania.

This photo is Stargirl's rat named Cinnamon who Stargirl carries in her pocket. This photo is of Pennsylvania where Stargirl lived before she moved to Arizona leaving all her friend especially Leo (her future boyfriend)

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Raghupati Raghav Raja Ram Pati Tapavan Sita Ram Eeshwar Allah Tero Naam Sab Ko Sanmati De Bhagwan

Raghupati Raghav Raja Ram Pati Tapavan Sita Ram

A Miracle I was born at Regional Medical Center at 9:27 P.M. on May 14,1999. I weighed six pounds and eight ounces. Everyone thought that I wasn’t going to live because I was not breathing. I had to be placed on a ventilator, put in an ambulance, and rushed to the ICU in Birmingham. Doctors put tubes in me that were hooked to machines that kept me alive, barely. As soon as my mother had recovered from the emergency surgery, she came to the hospital and nursed me. As I was nursing, all the tubes started coming out and I started breathing on my own. Everyone said it was a “Miracle”. My father always wanted one of his children to be named Sonia, and he almost gave my older sister that name, but my mother knew that she was going to have me. My parents gave me the name Sonia that means “beautiful.”

The End of Sally and Daisy Some say that when the old widow McGregor heard of her husband’s murder she threw herself off their house’s roof, breaking both of her feet. She fell to her death with blood oozing out of her eyes. Now she wants anyone who dares step into her house to feel the pain that she felt when she heard of her husband’s death. On Halloween, Sally and Daisy decide on a dare to go into McGregor’s haunted house. The two nervous girls hold hands as they enter the haunted house. Almost immediately, they both hear the shocking sound of shattered glass and feel a gust of wind on their neck. Barely taking a step, Sally steps on the pieces of a broken mirror which reflects a portrait of a strange lady staring at them, with her dark brown eyes. Both the panicked girls slowly gaze around as they look into the moving eyes of the lady on the wall. Full of fear and terror, they scream, running into a nearby closet. Daisy slams the door shut while Sally finds the light switch. In a moment she wishes that she had not put the light on. All around them are dead bodies with blood all over. With teeth chattering, they carefully slip out of the closet away from the dead, filthy bodies. They run upstairs and get tangled in a white, silky curtain. Hearing a screech coming from a nearby bathroom, they stumble down the hall, tripping into a room filled with rats and crawling spiders. Throwing anything available at their fingertips, the girls try to kill the red-eyed rodents and insects. Sally’s eyes see another door with cold wind blowing through it. In a panic, she makes a run for the door leaving her friend Daisy behind. Sally quickly shuts the door behind her but to her horror falls several feet into quicksand. Suddenly, black, red, and yellow poisonous snakes come slithering all over her body. Bitten by the snakes and covered with red bites, Sally has a painful death. The fate of Daisy is to this day unknown. Some say that the spirits of Sally and Daisy are still living in Old Widow McGregor’s house. All night they constantly fight because Sally left Daisy to die. Around them is strange laughter as Lady McGregor celebrates the addition of two more victims.

My Favorite Place

My favorite place is Jamaica. One reason that I love it so much is because of all the generous and funny people who live on the island. Every time I have been there, I visited the sandy beaches. It is my dream to visit those very beaches again. The memories will always be in my heart. For example, one time, my dad was forced onto a stage to dance in a competition with other people! Surprisingly, he won and was given a Jamaican purse as a gift. I was lucky because he gave it to me. Another memory I have that I treasure is that there would always be a pool. Every time I was not in the hotel or visiting other sites, you could find me in the pool swimming for hours. The only bad thing about Jamaica is that whenever I go, it is very hot and I always get a tan, but it is still awesome. I also learned about the Bob Marley’s music. Almost every tourist place there played his cool music. I love Jamaica.

My Hobbies

My favorite hobbies are volleyball, dancing and swimming. I really want to try out for volleyball when I go in seventh grade. I have been dancing since I was three years old and have been taking lessons since I was five years old. I have had a craving for swimming and playing in the water since I was five years old. The first time playing volleyball, I just fell in love, holding it, serving it, and every single part of it. I think I am good at serving. Mrs. Darby, my first through fifth grade P.E. teacher first introduced me to volleyball, making us set, serve, pass, and take a test. My brother bought me a volleyball, Rosy, and kneepads on my twelfth birthday. I played with Rosy and even tell her my problems (a little weird).

My Favorite Place

My favorite place is Jamaica. One reason that I love it so much is because of all the generous and funny people who live on the island. Every time I have been there, I visited the sandy beaches. It is my dream to visit those very beaches again. The memories will always be in my heart. For example, one time, my dad was forced onto a stage to dance in a competition with other people! Surprisingly, he won and was given a Jamaican purse as a gift. I was lucky because he gave it to me. Another memory I have that I treasure is that there would always be a pool. Every time I was not in the hotel or visiting other sites, you could find me in the pool swimming for hours. The only bad thing about Jamaica is that whenever I go, it is very hot and I always get a tan, but it is still awesome. I also learned about the Bob Marley’s music. Almost every tourist place there played his cool music. I love Jamaica.

I Remember I remember opening the door for Meghana. I remember waiting for her to finish her food. I remember playing on the playground together. I remember making up handshakes everyday. I remember beating her at arm wrestling. Some things I may forget, but when it comes to Meghana, There are many things I do remember.

Where I’m From Sonia Kashyap

I am from the water, From climbing my neighbor’s tree and jumping on my trampoline. I am from dance recitals. (Bright, shining The spotlight was on me) I am from picnics on the grass, The soft biscuits Whose fluffy inside warms my heart As if I was eating it right now

I am from Indian food and eyeglasses, From yesterbear and Mr.Fatso. I am from the pretty dresses and the bruises on my leg, From Alabama and California I’m from the prasadam I eat for a good life To the prayers I sing to the gods

I am from Vandna and Pankaj Kashyap, The one who love me From the friends who support me  The laughter that I can’t control Looking back, I see all the people, These are the ones That I know and love.

I am from playing piano with Pria, From doing summersaults and hitting volleyballs. I am from taking pictures everywhere I go (Focusing, clicking  I could feel myself smiling) I am from playing chess with my dad From playing carom board with Nanji

I am from hot cocoa and marshmallows, From tire swings and popsicles, I am from the lullaby my mama sang me From riding in Raj’s car and eating pancakes on Sunday. I’m from being the ball girl while my family played tennis To trying to spin the basketball on my finger Whose texture fell right off of my finger As if my finger wasn’t strong enough

I am who I am- The world has shaped me- But I have not finished growing.

My family

My family means the world to me. They are special and loving. Let us start with my father, Pankaj. He is forty years old and five feet and eight inches tall. I call him Papa. He wears too much black and is very funny. He always jokes with me and mimics me when is say, “Papa, seriously, what in the world.” He always gets on to me when I say the word "like." My father wants me to have the best education but also wants me to have fun. He loves to travel and whenever he has time to spend time with his family he will spend it. He is the world’s biggest Boston Bruins fan ever! I love him with all my heart. He will always be my hero. My mother will always be a hero to me as well. She is forty two years old and, she is beautiful and creative. I call her Mama. She cleans, spoils us, and simply cares for the whole family a lot. My mom helps me clean my room, and she can even turn cleaning into fun. My mom cuddles with me and takes care of me when I am sick. My creativity and cooking skills all come from my mom. Nisha, my sister, is small but she is eighteen. She just graduated high school, and has been in Birmingham Southern College for about a few weeks.She is very thin and looks pretty wherever she goes, although maybe not in the mornings; she is not a morning person. She loves pets especially when they are small. My sister is good at being on screen. She is the kind of girl who keeps the family a little more together. My brother, Raj, is one of my best friends. He plays with me: volleyball, video games, etc. My brother helps me study and works with me if a problem is not right until I understand the question. He always finds stuff that I loose very easily. I am his “Driving Buddy”, and he promises it will always stay that way. We always have something to do together. Finally, his biggest excitement is February 27, 2011. This is the day he officially can drive.