Melissa opened the escape hatch. She was scared to jump, but she realized that the airship was sinking. She looked at Michael, who was strapping on his parachute. Michael locked eyes with her and then he realized the error in his conduct. "I'm sorry, Melissa. That was ungentlemanly of me. Let me help you with yours." He proceeded to attach the other parachute to Melissa's back. This made him feel a little better.

If you don't understand something in class, don't wait. Raise your hand and immediately ask for help. Do it while your teacher is still explaining the material. Your teacher will probably be happy that you are taking an active part in your education and should attempt to explain the material in a different way. If you are still confused, ask your teacher if he or she is available after class to give you additional instruction. You are worth it. Don't give up on yourself.

The bell rang. "Oh no! I'm going to be late for ELA! I've got to go," said Casey to her friend Sam. Sam rolled his eyes and said, "Little Miss Perfect can't be late." This upset Casey. She hated when people gave her a hard time for trying to do the right thing, especially Sam. "Quiet you," she said while swinging at Sam with her folder. He narrowly dodged the strike and said, "Be careful now. Attacking another student is a level two offense." Then he smiled a big, cheesy grin at her.

"You already told me this story," said Patrice. She looked genuinely disappointed. I laughed awkwardly. "Sorry," I said, "I didn't mean to bore you with a rerun." I tried to laugh it off but she just wouldn't let it go. "Don't you even consider your listener before you tell a story?" she inquired acerbically. This caught me off guard. I replied, "I'm just trying to keep you entertained, Patrice." I pleaded. She smacked me down with another sharp comment, "Yeah, well, you should try harder."

The sun began to rise in the distance. Igor saw the light shining through the drawn curtains in his bedroom and knew that he would have to get up soon. He hadn't been sleeping for the last hour. He had been thinking about the future. He nudged his wife Natalia. Natalia came to slowly. She smiled, still thinking about the pleasant dream that she had been having, until she looked at Igor's face. She could tell that something was wrong.

Jackie and Sasha giggled. Neither of them realized what they had just found. They thought that they had discovered a cool looking rock. They had no idea that they were holding a real life dinosaur egg. This surprise would dawn on them later, when they brought the egg home. Jackie was using the egg as a paperweight, so she kept the egg under her desk lamp. But this egg would soon hatch, and Jackie and Sasha were about to have the adventure of a lifetime.

Grilling a turkey leg is easy. First, give yourself enough time. If the temperature rises past 350 degrees, you may burn your turkey leg. So, keep the temperature low, and give yourself plenty of time to cook the turkey. Set your burners on low and leave the turkey on the top rack. Flip your turkey every 15 to 20 minutes. During final twenty minutes of cooking, brush some barbeque sauce on your turkey leg. Now prepare to eat a delicious meal!

Brad tightened his grip on the rope. He could feel his fingers weakening. "Come on, Brad! Pull! We're losing ground!" shouted his teammate Smitty. Brad gazed at the mud puddle toward which he and Smitty were being dragged. Then he looked up at his opponents. They were screaming something, but Brad couldn't quite hear it. The muscles in his arms and shoulders were tightening. "It's now or never!" Smitty shouted. Brad dug his heels in the dirt and pulled with all his strength.

The stage was bordered with beautiful lights but otherwise dark, yet in the center was a single spotlight, and in the center of that was microphone stand. I slowly crossed the stage with my hands by my side. The crowd whispered. I grabbed the microphone from the stand and cleared my throat. Then I held it a few inches from my face and said, "Greetings, my fellow Thunderhawks. Are you ready to get excited for the pep rally?" One guy clapped slowly.

The doorbell rang. Scott bounded down the stairs. He looked through the peephole and then opened the door. The mailman stood there holding a package. "Is your mother or father home?" Scott shook his head back and forth. The mailman handed Scott a bulky scanning device and said, "Sign here, please." Scott grabbed the stylus and scrawled his name.

The stars seem brighter tonight. The night sky seems deeper. You gaze through the telescope and stare into the wonder of the cosmos. As you turn the focus knob back and forth, something catches your eye. It is appears to be some kind of spacecraft, but it doesn't look like any that you've seen before. It seems more advanced.

Greg looked up at the bright lights in the operating room until they burned a white spot in his field of vision. He looked at the face of the surgeon and saw only a white blur. When he looked away, he could see the surgeon's masked face from his peripheries. He could hear him readying an array of metal instruments, many of which looked as though they might belong to a dentist. I hope he's not going to use those on me! Greg thought to himself with terror. The surgeon picked up one that looked like a bent up question mark.

"Wow, look at his costume," said Annie. "He's dressed up like an electric jellyfish." She observed the flashing lights with genuine admiration. Adrianna looked at the costume and scoffed. Secretly, she envied the detail and craftsmanship that went into the jellyfish costume, but she would never let on to Annie. “What kind of loser goes walking around like a Christmas tree?” Adrianna said. Annie did not agree, but did not want to be disagreeable. “Yeah… what kind?” The ladies walked by another house. Annie did not like this. It seemed like Adrianna more interested in criticizing others than in trick-or-treating. Annie adjusted the headband to her costume. Adrianna was not wearing a costume.

Wham! Jessie slammed the door shut behind him. He didn't say that he was mad, but from how hard he slammed that door, I'm guessing that he was. Caroline came up to me and asked, "What's wrong with him?" I shrugged my shoulders and threw the cards on the table. "I guess he wanted to win a game," I told her. She crossed her arms and gave me a look of annoyance.

Rex walked through the alley toward the street. He stopped by a trashcan and sniffed around it, and then he climbed up on his hind legs and pawed the lid off of the can. The can fell over and the waste spilled out into the alley. Rex began cherry picking the food items. As he was gnawing on a pizza crust a large Rottweiler trotted up to the mess. He began growling at Rex. Rex moved to the perimeter of the spill, but the Rottweiler followed him, growling with more intensity. Rex met eyes with the Rottweiler and instantly they began fighting.