My Thanksgiving weekend was 5 days long! The only reason it was one extra day, Was because of the HUGE blizzard! Scientists agree it will be the BIGGEST blizzard in five years! So I went to bed with like five sweaters. When I woke up, I went downstairs and put on some snow clothes and jumped out the door, prepared for an avalanche of snow.
“I landed on the cement, how odd.” I thought. When I looked up I saw nothing. Not even ONE drop of snow. However, I did find only about an inch of snow. It was devastating because it was only an inch of snow, when I expected FIVE FEET of it.
Okay, now the reason I stayed home from school, my mom thought the same as me, when I hoped for five or six feet of snow on the ground. She told us that since it was a half-day anyway, school would probably be canceled.
The next day at about three in the afternoon, we were going to go to a Thanksgiving party. The party was held at my uncle’s house. The thing I like most of his house, was that he has a tennis court, trampoline, pool table, ping-pong table and fuse ball!
We left, and arrived at about four o’ clock. I ran right past everyone and played ping-pong until the feast. Finally, the feast came. The varieties of food included corn, rolls, mashed potatoes, sweet potatoes, and turkey. After we ate, everyone went downstairs. I came too, and everyone was all crowded by a table. I went to see what all he hubbub was.
It turns out it was a ping-pong tournament! I was so excited I signed up. My dad played, and he was first on the loser list. I was scared, because my dad is WAY better at me at ping-pong than me. Finally, they called my name and my competitor. I got lucky, because it was just some girl.
You’ll never believe me, but guess what? I won 21 to 8! I cheered for myself, and strutted to the name matcher for my next DOOMED competitor in the tournament.
I looked and blinked three times, hoping it was a dream, but alas, it was real. It was my cousin, Ryan, who beat my dad, and was the best player. In about two games it was just my cousin, Ryan and I to a match. The whole game I drowned in my own sweat hoping for the best. The score was Ryan, 21, me, 19. I was SSSSSOOOOO close!!! I NEVER EVER, EVER thought I would even get that close. My hypothesis was about 19 points off. I shook hands with Ryan, and left. I think that if we stayed, Ryan definitely won. I played and goofed off for two more days, and went to school, and here I am now.
Sincerely,
Landon
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