Abby

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= 5/6/10 = = = = How do hiccups form? = = = = Hiccups can often form if you eat or drink to quickly. Your diaphragm contracts and tightens up; your lungs inhale and exhale. Your diaphragm jerks quickly and you suck in air quickly. The air quickly flows up to your windpipe and flaps and snaps shut. That sound is you inhaling and cause you to hiccup. Also, your brain talks to your diaphragm to jerk up and down. To stop hiccups you can try many things. One thing is to inhale and then hold your breath. Or inhale and exhale into a brown paper bag. The brown paper bag collects Carbon dioxide that you just inhaled. Try drinking a glass of water quickly. = =` Abby=

Abby's two word poem

Sun shines. Friends surround Drive soars Putt made. Feet ache. Time enjoyed. Tears sweat. Very nervous. Competition is tough. Full swing. Practice helps. Greens call. Wind blows. Clouds dance. Winner announced. Much better Abby. There are still a couple of incomplete sentences, but I think you understand the idea now. Thanks for your hard work. :) Ms. G.

The sun

The sun tells a story Of a girl Laughing and dancing In a spring meadow Her hair giggles as she moves She believes in herself As I believe in myself This girl is an inspiration to me And I plan to follow in her footsteps

~ Abby I love your poem. Who are you describing? Is it one of your sisters or your mom?

**Dreams**

It is when you are in your happy place When you feel something You never know It could be bad as if Varnack has come to haunt you Or it could be as sweet as Lolly You control your dreams So what are you waiting for

**Dream**

~ Abby

**Lolly and Varnack**

 **Lolly** is comforting A warm sunny day She is there for you Lolly makes you laugh She is oceans in the Spring Flowers in the Summer Orange and yellow leaves in the fall gently falling to the ground Fresh new white snow in the winter

 **Varnack** is cold and dull Unwelcoming A dark stormy night He booms like thunder if he doesn't get his way Quick and fast like lightning He is a bad dream Coming true Crashing waves on the soggy shore Hurricanes in Florida Earthquakes in Haiti Tornado's in Kansas **Don't get to close** ~ Abby Great images Abby. Your poem is wonderful. Ms. G.

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I Remember...

**I remember** the years of sweat and tears but it finally paid off. ~Abby
 * **I remember** || gripping a 7 iron in my hand for the first time. ||
 * **I remember** || walking up to the green mat and getting in position. ||
 * **I remember** || taking my first swings. ||
 * <span style="font-family: Comic Sans MS,cursive; font-size: 11pt;">**I remember** || <span style="font-family: Comic Sans MS,cursive;">feeling anxious to see how my next hit would be. ||
 * <span style="font-family: Comic Sans MS,cursive; font-size: 11pt;">**I remember** || <span style="font-family: Comic Sans MS,cursive;">being so mad I threw my club on the ground. ||
 * <span style="font-family: Comic Sans MS,cursive; font-size: 11pt;">**I remember** || <span style="font-family: Comic Sans MS,cursive;">thinking I couldn't do it. ||
 * <span style="font-family: Comic Sans MS,cursive; font-size: 11pt;">**I remember** || <span style="font-family: Comic Sans MS,cursive;">meeting the ball again. ||
 * <span style="font-family: Comic Sans MS,cursive; font-size: 11pt;">**I remember** || <span style="font-family: Comic Sans MS,cursive;">imagining what I would be like in the next year. ||
 * <span style="font-family: Comic Sans MS,cursive; font-size: 11pt;">**I remember** || <span style="font-family: Comic Sans MS,cursive;">finally getting better. ||
 * <span style="font-family: Comic Sans MS,cursive; font-size: 11pt;">**I remember** || <span style="font-family: Comic Sans MS,cursive;">getting 3rd place out of 12 people. ||
 * <span style="font-family: Comic Sans MS,cursive; font-size: 11pt;">**I remember** || <span style="font-family: Comic Sans MS,cursive;">shooting a 48. ||
 * <span style="font-family: Comic Sans MS,cursive; font-size: 11pt;">**I remember** || <span style="font-family: Comic Sans MS,cursive;">never giving up and trying my best. ||
 * <span style="font-family: Comic Sans MS,cursive; font-size: 11pt;">**I remember** || <span style="font-family: Comic Sans MS,cursive;">pursuing my dream. ||

<span style="display: block; font-family: Comic Sans,cursive; text-align: center;">Snow Mountain Ranch Written By: Abby

<span style="display: block; font-family: Comic Sans,cursive; font-size: 16pt; text-align: left;">Excited children jumped off the bus and started looking for their luggage. Mountain air filled my nose as I stepped off the bus, and I went looking for my suitcase. Quickly, I haul my suitcase into the storage room. As we walked to the zipline, I got more nervous every step I took. I waited, and waited, until it was my turn to climb the unstable pole. As I climbed the unstable pole, my hands and legs shook like an earthquake in California. When I was on the little edge, I knew I could do it. The only thing I felt was happiness when I stepped off that edge. I felt like I was flying. Missing the smell of mountain air, wishing I could stay forever, I will never forget Snow Mountain Ranch! <span style="display: block; font-family: Comic Sans,cursive; font-size: 16pt; text-align: center;">Let's Go Coyotes!!!!

<span style="display: block; font-family: Comic Sans,cursive; font-size: 200%; text-align: center;">**Someone is in our house!**
 * By: Abby**

===Do you ever get that chill up your back when you know something is wrong? Well, on a Wednesday night my sister Maddie and I were home alone. My mom was out and my sister was with her friends. I was upsatirs in my room while Madddie was in the basement. I heard a door slam outside and looked out my window. There was a big red truck in our driveway, so I started walking downstairs to my sister. But then I froze there was loud banging on the door and the doorbell was ringing a bunch of times. I ran downstairs to my sister “Maddie, Maddie, I was upstairs, I looked outside and, and.”=== ===“What,” Maddie said, and then she stopped. We heard our garage door slam and loud footsteps up stairs. We called my mom but she didn't answer. So we called our neighbor Trish (she is like a mom to us) and she said she would come up as fast as she could. So we waited in the basement. But, when Maddie called my sister that was out with her friends, and told he everything she said it was just her and her friends because they needed to come home to get something. When Trish came up to make sure we were safe, we told her the whole story and we just laughed. I will never forget that scary dark night.===

<span style="display: block; font-family: Comic Sans,cursive; font-size: 20pt; text-align: center;"> Hair-a-graph

<span style="display: block; font-family: Comic Sans,cursive; font-size: 15pt; text-align: left;">Chelsea's hair smells like Herbel Essences shampoo swaying in the fall weather. It is as long as a horse's tail, always brushed and never frizzy. It's amazing how clean and perfectly it lays on her head. It's got volume and is never flat. And when she tries to put it in pony tails it obeys her. Unlike mine, my hair well it's flat, lazy and just lays there like a dead rat on my head. It NEVER does what I want it to do. But it's as soft and as fluffy as a sheep. Maddie's hair it's long and golden, it shines like the sun so bright, and everday a little bit falls off and gently flows to the ground. She treats it like it's trash sitting on her head for nothing, but still it's beautiful. ~Abby