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My product is something almost every girl would want. Well I want it, it is the Un-frizzifier. The Un-frizzifier, is a hair care product to un-frizz, soften, and untangle your hair. This product does all of that in one so you don't have to brush your hair, put softening shampoo in, and all of that hair spray. Think of all of that in just one bottle. From drab, to fab! That's not all, you can also save so much time. Since the Un-frizzifier untangles your hair, you don't have to brush it. All of that money that you spend on expensive hair spray, gel, shampoo, and conditioner. Once you go fab, you never go back to drab!

Holiday Traditions

A holiday Tradition my family and I do every year, and have for a long time is on Christmas we use old ornaments and an old angel at the top of the tree. We use very old ornaments, like ones that were my grandparents. An example of an ornament is when my mom was born, she has a babies first Christmas ornament. The angel is from my grandparents.We always put it at the top of the tree. We always decorate the tree together as a family. Every year a new person get's to put the angel at the top. Some other ornaments are from when my siblings, and I were born.

More About Me

This year is my ninth year of dance at Yvonne's School of dance. I am in the dance troop and this is my first year of being in the third jr. troop. Last year I was in the mini troop.I do ballet, tap, jazz, hip hop, lyrical, and pointe. My parents are divorced, but both remarried. I love my step dad Rudy, but hate my step mom Cathy.Don't even get me started with Cathy. I have four other brothers and sisters, including me is five. There is, Marissa in tenth grade and 15, Victor in eieghth grade and 13, me, then Emilia in kindergarden and is five, then Dominic in his first year of preschool and is three. Marissa, Victor, and I are from my dad and mom, Emilia, and Dominic are from my mom and step dad. We are a crazy family, but I like it that way.

Holiday Traditions

A family tradition my family, and I do every year for Christmas is have an elf. Every year on Christmas, when my whole house hold is up, there is an elf picked out. The elf, or Santa's little helper, gives out the presents. It is usually my big brother, big sister, or I. We just say I'm the elf. If you are the first one to say it, you are it. The elf go's to the Christmas tree first. That's why you want to be the elf. If you are the first to the tree, you get to see and feel all of the presents, first. Every year we fight over it, and almost every year my big sister is the elf. She is the oldest, strongest, and loudest,(we usually end up wrestling for it, that's why she always wins.) The elf gets wear elf shoes, which are pionty and fun to walk in. The elf also gets to wear a red and green christmas hat to go with the shoes. That's my holiday tradition!

Narrative Essay

      “So do you like her?” My dad says in car driving to his house. Oh how I have been dreading this moment that I would hear those words.
      “Um yea she’s ok,” my big sister said.
      “Yea what she said,” my big brother said nodding his head as if he was having a spaz attack.
      “What about you?” My dad now puts the spotlight on me. He was trying to look at me, but couldn’t because he was driving. Oh no, I wasn’t ready , I was anticipating this conversation to be in like two maybe three years from now. Now, I just didn’t know what to say, I hadn’t worked out the details.
        Once I herd those words I knew I was doomed. How could he want to purpose to this woman that is just so ughhh?! Her name is Cathy, (Catherine.) All I want to do at this point is go into my grave. My dad has no idea, but I hate her. They say hate is a really strong word, but in this case it’s not strong enough. She is all of the things I hate; mean, loud, annoying, and two faced. She will act like a sweet housewife with my father around, and then when my father is gone, she is wicked and her voice turns evil and nasty. Every time I see her I want to tell her to get some clothes age appropriate. There aren’t enough words to describe how I feel about her. I don’t think I can ever love her.
        This has been the longest car ride ever. The tension between my father and I is heated. It’s taken me a while to give him my answer, and that’s making him get uncomfortable. Now, all eyes are on me.
       “Um you know she’s, um Cathy,” I said.
       “What do you mean she’s Cathy?”
       “Well you should know you’re the one that wants to marry her!” I said in an angry, and upset tone.
       “You never answered my question, weather you liked her or not.” Why does my dad have to question me. I try to act like I didn’t hear him, but it didn’t really work. All I can think about is Cathy’s dirty looks, her hair flips, and the annoying tone in her voice. I mean I should just tell him that I’ll never like or even love her. I know she will never like or even love me either.
         I still couldn’t process the thought of my dad getting married to this horrible nightmare. I still wasn’t ready for this,even after all this time to think. I wasn’t about to tell my dad this, I couldn’t, I wouldn’t. This would break him, this would break me. Even worse he would be dating again. I hate when he dates, he will date a girl who probably doesn’t even know who the president is. I’ll wait, I’ll tell him when it’s official. Yea that works right. Tell him she’s great, that she would be a great step mom. Make him feel great.
         I’m about to cry knowing that I am about to ruin my life, or “the devil” is. Why did this feel like a million hours, in such a short car ride. How could I deal with this for the rest of my life. Ok maybe I should tell him I hate her. No, I can’t. Then the fatal words came out.
        “I love her. She is the best, I won’t be able to wait until she is my step mom!” I said it with no hesitation. A tear drop fell followed by a lot more. When we got to his house I went to my room, and cried myself to sleep. This might have been the worst day of my life. My dad never noticed how quiet I was when I came downstairs. He winked at me. Then he said the next time I see them, there will be a ring on someone’s finger. I couldn’t even stand. I sobbed for three hours until I ran out of tears. I ruined my life forever. Later I found out they were engaged on my birthday. The best gift I could’ve ever gotten!

"Am I Proud Of My Country?"

     When soldiers go out for war their families are sad, happy, and proud. Their families don’t want them to go, but know they have to. Everyday is a new day. Every stripe and every star is representing courage, bravery, and honor. It’s not just a new day, but a new life. It’s not just an ending, but a beginning. Our soldiers not only risk their lives for us, but save some too. It takes a certain person to risk their life for another. I would stand tall and proud in front of anyone and anything, and let them know I am an American. When a belief is broken we have to fix it. We can’t let it keep crumbling. We have done both, crumble and fix, and we have learned from it. We fixed something that was broken.
    
     You can’t fight fire with fire. Then bad would happen. Sometimes we win and sometimes we lose. But, no matter what we always have faith. We earned freedom, we have liberty, and we are united. We are one nation, that God loves and protects. Our country is not just 50 states, but billions of people that respect each other.

    The United states has a special unity, that is stronger than anything. Someone can accomplish something, but instead of someone it’s America. America accomplishes everything together. We are all in one and one in all. Never realizing it but we are. We are doctors, lawyers, teachers, soldiers, police officers, and many more. All helping our country become a better place. The best part is that we do it from the heart.

      Proud is knowing there is good in someone. Proud is honoring, and showing your thankfulness. It’s not just saying great job, but more than that. It’s saying you’re a hero, your doing what you should. Even if there is an imperfection, not everyone is perfect. Our service providers are recognized by everyone, including me. So am I proud of my country? I am more than proud. I am over and way past proud.

Halloween

   This year I'm not sure exactly what I want to be, but I have a couple options.Every year on Halloween my little cousin comes over and my little brother,sister,big brother,and I go trick-or-treating all around the neighborhood.After, my mom takes my older brother, and I to go later at night.My older sister will either go trick-or-treating with her freinds or not at all. We kind of have a tradition. Us, the three oldest children pick someones room and trade our candy when we come home.Whatever he doesn' like I get. Whatever I don't like she gets etc.
  So, as you can see a great halloween every year.There has never been a failure. There has never been a failure with the candy either!