Y4-+Emma+C.

Emma's Page Hi, I'm Emma, I am nine years of age and live in barrow county.I was born on Nov. 1 1999 in Georgia. I love horse-back riding,water skiing,reading,and tons more.I like gray, black, navy blue, red, and purple. I'm very excited to do this project with Ella and Tommy!


 * BOOM!!!** " //What// was that?" Alison screamed. "It's just thunder.Now get over it, we're almost home,"Eric said with a grunt. "You said that awhile ago!" "That's because **SOME****BODY** kept saying**,** 'stop' and we would sit and rest. " Pick me up," Alison said five minutes later using the last of her strength. "No! I'm already carrying the backpack." "Well you can't leave me here and we can't sleep out here." "Or can we?" Eric whispered turning to his little sister with a smirk.

"Now, we will start by taking these flashlights and look for a meadow with some trees that are close together, about five apart," Eric said. "Yeah, right,"said Alison meekly. "Hey, come here Eric!"Alison shouted thirty minutes later. Eric came over a said," It's perfect, thanks... so... aren't you taking weaving lessons?""Yes, but how is that going to help?" "Well, I can climb up one of tree and get some palm leaves. Then, you can weave a hammock." "But I...I...I..."Alison stuttered. " Great, now get to work!" " I'm not sure how to," Alison said completing her sentence under her breath.Then, while Alison started, Eric said," Hey, I"m going to go hunt for food." " NO!!!! Not an animal, pick berries." "Well, I can't tell good berries from bad berries."

"I'm back with some rabbit,"Eric said proudly."I hate you for killing something that never harmed you!" "Well we need to eat and this rabbit fit the bill.Now get me the knife and flint so I can start a fire," Eric scolded. * Scrape, scrape, poof* "That's warm and perfect for cooking a rabbit.Fifteen minutes later the rabbit was skinned, gutted, cooked , and ready to eat. Eric handed a leg to his sister,she took a bite and said," Yummy, this tastes like fried chicken!" "Well eat up because we need to get to bed." Alison gobbled the rest up, helped hang the hammock,and went to sleep.

"Wake up, wake up, please!" "What,where am I?" Alison mumbled. "It me, your mom, you fell down the stair and bumped your head, you would not wake up, so Eric and I brought you here, to the hospital." "Oh." "Well you can come home if you good, but if not stay here." "I'm fine, now lets go home."

P.S. the boom was when she bumped her head and blacked out.