Guest Post: A Challenger is Approaching by Leo F. 8th Grade

A CHALLENGER IS APPROACHING

by Leo F. 
                            

(Tip: SSB4 people will know exactly what's going on.)

“You didn’t have to come.” 

It was a cold day, in the mountains. Everything was covered in snow and all the rivers became frozen. I turned around to see the man with the scar on his face with his hunting gun. It was obvious that he was the same man I met on the grass field. I tried to look behind him to see if he had that…that  thing with him.

I repeated the same words, ”You didn’t have to come.” 

“Well you didn’t say I couldn’t come, so I’m here. Beside I have the approval invitation right here.”, he responded as he took out the invitation, that had the official “S.S.B.” symbol. 

Then I spoke, “So where’s your… thing.  Is it here or not?” 

He looked at me and gave me a disturbing smile.  Finally he said, "Do you possible think I would come alone?"  He stepped aside and did a mysterious whistle and I could see something coming towards us. My vision was blurry because of the snow, but as it came closer, it became clear that it was the “thing." 

My heart stopped.

It came closer and closer and I realized the “thing” was … a dog with a duck on his back. A cute, furry little pet set! I smirked and said, “Is this really your challenger?!” I started to laugh thinking that it was a joke. 

Then the man said, “Duck Hunt… you are no longer on my command” At that moment I stopped laughing and was confused for a second. That’s when the dog jabbed my face with his front paws and the duck jabbed my stomach with its beak. That duck sure has a strong head and beak, I thought. 

I fell to the ground. For a second I thought I was defeated and I got ready to fight. Cute and furry? Yes, but a dangerous pet set, too! And that's how Duck Hunt and I were invited to SSB4. 

(FYI: I was a MII Character and Duck Hunt is… well, Duck Hunt.)

Guest Post: "The Ghosts Are Out on Burnside Ave." by John, 8th Grade

The Ghosts Are Out on Burnside Ave.

by John T.

          It was summer, four years ago. I and my friend, Dejean, from Belize, were up pretty late goofing off and eating junk food. Summer was probably the only time of the year not to worry about education. It was getting late, but we weren’t tired. After hours of playing with action figures and watching TV, Dejean suggested that we’d head for bed. Though reluctant at first, I eventually agreed.

             It was two a.m. I was in my top bunk bed, and Dejean was in the extra bunk bed on the other side of the room, for guests. My older brother, Patrick, was already asleep in the bunk below mine. Even though it was late, I wasn’t tired. The thrill and excitement of the summer spirit was still in me. So I laid there, in the dark, staring at the ceiling. 

            Another hour passed. I was pretty sure everyone was asleep now. Tossing and turning as the hours passed, I was bored. Honestly at this point, I wondered why I even agreed to go to bed. At some point I got really thirsty. I imagined getting a can of soda and chugging it down until my stomach couldn’t handle the acid of the drink. And so, after minutes of deciding, I pulled myself up to go get a drink. 

           Then I heard a noise. Then I felt my bunk bed start to rattle. 

           At first I thought it was my older brother, who moved in his sleep. But it wasn’t. The bed started to rattle again, slightly more violently than it did the first time. I started to get frightened. The bed rattled again, almost as if an earthquake had rattled it. I was paralyzed with fear; I couldn't yell for help.

            Hours later, I was still awake. The rattling had stopped, but the fear remained. I was still panicked. I was so thirsty. As soon as the sun started to rise, I finally fell asleep. 

           When I woke up everyone in their beds was gone. I inhaled a deep breath. I could smell the hash browns and eggs in the air. I hopped off my bunk bed, and headed for the kitchen. My mother, father, sibling, and friend were all sitting around the dining table. 
           

          My mom handed me a plate of food. After the long night I had, I wanted to share the story with my family. Everyone was fascinated, and they began to suggest I had been haunted by a ghost. Chuckling from behind me, Dejean finally came clean. He confessed HE had done those things to me, not a ghost. I had no idea how he pulled it off, but he pranked me. It turns out I was haunted by Dejean.

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Guest Post: "Pen Pals" by Ruby, 6th Grade

         On one of the last, hot days of summer, my mother said, “Ruby go get the mail.” I got the keys, opened the front door, walked to the mailbox, and unlocked the dusty, metal mailbox. I walked back inside the house, skimming through all the usual bills for mom and dad.         

         All of a sudden I saw the name of my friend, Ashley, on the corner of an envelope. I met Ashley in El Salvador. I was so excited to see a letter for me that I quickly, but carefully, opened the envelope.

         When I opened the envelope, I took out the letter. In the letter she told me how she was doing. On the front of the card there was a picture of a flower. The flower was pink with yellow. It had big petals of pink and small petals around the flower of yellow. The stem of the flower was green. The flower’s color was a pop of color because the paper was white. Inside the card it showed Ashley's writing. Her writing was neat. She wrote with a red and blue pen. You could tell it by the color of the words.

        One day later, I prepared a letter for Ashley. The color of the card was yellow. The front of the card had a flower. Inside the card I wrote in printed writing.  I wrote with a pencil. You could see the eraser marks on the card.

       People might say writing letters by hand is "old school," but I know writing letters to Ashley keeps our friendship closer. In a letter you can give more information than in a phone call. Also you can’t save your conversations with a person on your phone. Only a letter can do that.