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This was written today... the teacher gave us a packet of pictures and had us write fictional answers to questions about what was happening in the photos. Here's what I came up with from two of the photos. (I put real effort into this 
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This is set in the mid-1900's.
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William Rogers gave an exasperated sigh as he flopped onto the old couch. He stared at the old whitewashed wall 10 feet from him. William, also fondly referred to as Billy, attempted to count the speckles there, but after one hundred and fifty-three, his mind gave out. He let out a groan.
Billy's mother glided into the room stiffly, but softened when she saw Billy. His mother, Cornelia, sat on the couch next to him as she lovingly smoother down his ruffled hair. "Billy, dear, is there nothing to occupy you?" she asked. He shook his head.
"Mama, there is nothing to do!" he cried, sitting up and facing his mother. She let out a gasp as her face expressed that of fake shock.
"Oh dear, do not be silly! Why, you are a child. I am sure there are plenty of things for you to do," Cornelia answered.
"No Mama, there is nothing," he sighed.
Cornelia glanced at the majestic grandfather clock on the opposite wall. Billy had always been fascinated by the intricate designs carved into the wood, not to mention the assorted springs and gears organized somewhat neatly inside.
"You know, you could always go help your Papa at the clubhouse," Cornelia suggested, a certain light in her eyes.
Billy's face lit up. He jumped up and exclaimed, "Oh, can I, Mama?" He thought a moment and corrected himself, just as excited. "May I, Mama? Please?"
Cornelia nodded, a smile spreading across her face. Billy threw his arms around her neck and said, "Thank you, thank you, thank you Mama!"
"You are quite welcome, my dear boy. Now off with you, for it is almost time for your boy scouts meeting," Cornelia said, but Billy was already up and gone.
A few minutes later, Billy arrived, huffing and puffing, at the clubhouse, just as the other boy scouts walked into the yard. He slipped into his seat as the large bell rang outside. He could hear the rope slapping against the ground, making a slow and steady rhythm.
Billy's father winked at him as the boys stood for the pledge. Billy smiled back.
"I pledge allegiance to the flag...."
)This is set in the mid-1900's.
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William Rogers gave an exasperated sigh as he flopped onto the old couch. He stared at the old whitewashed wall 10 feet from him. William, also fondly referred to as Billy, attempted to count the speckles there, but after one hundred and fifty-three, his mind gave out. He let out a groan.
Billy's mother glided into the room stiffly, but softened when she saw Billy. His mother, Cornelia, sat on the couch next to him as she lovingly smoother down his ruffled hair. "Billy, dear, is there nothing to occupy you?" she asked. He shook his head.
"Mama, there is nothing to do!" he cried, sitting up and facing his mother. She let out a gasp as her face expressed that of fake shock.
"Oh dear, do not be silly! Why, you are a child. I am sure there are plenty of things for you to do," Cornelia answered.
"No Mama, there is nothing," he sighed.
Cornelia glanced at the majestic grandfather clock on the opposite wall. Billy had always been fascinated by the intricate designs carved into the wood, not to mention the assorted springs and gears organized somewhat neatly inside.
"You know, you could always go help your Papa at the clubhouse," Cornelia suggested, a certain light in her eyes.
Billy's face lit up. He jumped up and exclaimed, "Oh, can I, Mama?" He thought a moment and corrected himself, just as excited. "May I, Mama? Please?"
Cornelia nodded, a smile spreading across her face. Billy threw his arms around her neck and said, "Thank you, thank you, thank you Mama!"
"You are quite welcome, my dear boy. Now off with you, for it is almost time for your boy scouts meeting," Cornelia said, but Billy was already up and gone.
A few minutes later, Billy arrived, huffing and puffing, at the clubhouse, just as the other boy scouts walked into the yard. He slipped into his seat as the large bell rang outside. He could hear the rope slapping against the ground, making a slow and steady rhythm.
Billy's father winked at him as the boys stood for the pledge. Billy smiled back.
"I pledge allegiance to the flag...."
