It wasn't an avrege day for me:new school, new country then my train of thought was broken by my Mom yelling for me to get up in german . "What I asked running down ready to head to school."Bye" I called running out the door then stopping in front of Von hansens Meat shop. A boy walked out "hi", I said cheerfully. "Here to make fun of me?"he asked. "No but I'm Thea", I said offended "Oh I'm Josh since you're nice want to be friends" he said. "of course " I said.
When we got to school I walked to my first class, history we were learning about All Hallows Eve, my favorite holiday.
After school I grabbed my guitar and caught up with Josh to plan (as the Americans call it) Halloween. "What are you for Halloween," I asked struggling with my English "A mutant butcher" he replied. "I'm gonna be a confederate soldier," I said, "bye" I called while skatboarding home.
When I got home I grabbed a loaf of bread and ate it. Then I went to bed early so I could spend the whole next day finishing my costume.
When I woke up I worked on my costme until 8:09 at night. When I went to Josh's house so we could go trick-or-treating.
When I got there he was all ready to go "time to go", he yelled. "Wait...wait" called handing each of us a phone then letting us go.
After about a hour, we passed my house. Fire fighters were there. My house was in ashes. I ran into what used to be the kitchen. I front of me were two ashes of bodys that were black as midnight. I just stood there crying my eyes out.
A year later the the image was burned into my eyes. The world was a cruel place for orphans. Later (in five minutes) I was to meet with the Jodds. They wanted to adopt me,ugh.
when I met them I acted like a rotten egg forgeting to to say entschuldigung (german for exuse me) when I burped. They no longer wanted to adopt me yay! Then as I walked to my room I heard someone talking about me...being adopted so I followed the noise. There in front of me were Josh's family. I was happy as a pig in the mud they wanted to adopt me!
Later that week,I moved into their house. And that was my story of the best and wort year of my life (exept for when I inherited the meat shop and hired Arthur Osmel).