Isaac's writing sample this week was 5 pages long, and it chronicled the apparently epic bowling night we had a few weeks ago. My favorite sentence: "'Giggle, giggle,' I whisper to myself." How creepy is that?
A Trip to Cal Bowl
One lovely, beautiful evening I was ready to go to a bowling stadium called Cal Bowl! I felt as if I was an angel in heaven. It was about 5:46 p.m. when we left home and 5:56 p.m. when we got there. They're was at least sixty-seven bowling alleys in the bowling stadium. Inside my cranium I thought that either I'm just imagining things or I'm seeing things again. I went with my lovable, lovely Mom and my noisy, whiny, and snory sister named Emily which is a scaredy-cat! "Giggle, giggle," I whisper to myself.
The bowling stadium looked shiny, neat, unbreakable, and fashonable. I started to look around. I'm starting to like it here! Then Mom said that friends were coming to bowl with us! I was almost going to faint! I was obviously jumping up and down with exitment right that second Mom told me that piece of "information."
It was almost 6:15 p.m. which is about dinner-time for us. I was almost famished. There were about 4 restaurants. I picked the first one of all 4 restaurants. They didn't have names on them. Inside, there was a TV, 24 chairs, 12 tables, and the manager. I ordered shrimp and mac-n-cheese, Mom ordered fish and a salad with ranch dressing, and Emily ordered...Well, I forgot.
We waited otuside the restaurant for food in the bowling alley. We waited for about 10 mins. It felt like it was an immence amount of time! "Yawwwn," I yawn to myself. Now I'm famished for sure! I was also thirsty. I felt as if I was in a drowt. Finally, we got our dinner. We all ate on a bench next to the loud, noisy bowling alleys.
After we're done, all our friends arrived. First was the dad, then the child and Mom. I was a little shy and nervous, but I got used to it. "Blah blah blah," they say to each other. We were going to get our bowling shoes. We had to take off one of our own shoes. Then we got to our bowling lane. Our lane number was 65. We all typed in our names. I thought the pins would be battered.
Anyways, Moms friends dad bowled first. He was an excellent, fantastic, unbievable pro at bowling. He got a stupendous strike! We were amazingly still for a minute. Then an aplause broke the silence. So it went on. Mommy bought us chips with melted, creamy, delicious cheese.
My score at the end was 124, Moms was 65, moms friend was 221, and Emi's score was 42. Finally, we said goodbye to our friends and went home. It was a stupendous outting.