Robbie Bale
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out my window (1)
I love waking up from a long night's sleep. Feeling very refreshed from the day before. I did a lot of exhausting stuff yesterday, so the fact that I got to bed early enough to have a good amount of sleep is very pleasing to me. I had a crazy dream last night. I was playing soccer with my friends, and I missed a few goals. I came back and scored the game winner, and my crush was in the dream with me, and she gave me a little kiss. I thought it was real life, that's how good the dream was.
By Robbie Bale2 years ago in Poets
weirdo ave. (2)
My neighborhood is filled with a bunch of lame people. They secretly don't like us. I don't know why though because we stay out of the way. I have to walk past some of the weird neighbors who always have something to say. Now I will say, the walk there was fine. I didn't have any encounters with anybody. I went to the gas station, told the clerk I needed to fill up, gave him the money and went to refill the can. Whole time that I’m doing my thing, I have little to no thought of anything about to happen on my walk back.
By Robbie Bale2 years ago in Poets
weirdo ave. (3)
But I'm done. I put the cap back on and get ready to head back home. I start walking up the street and I'm thinking everything is fine until I hear what sounds like an older lady's voice behind me. I immediately think to myself "Oh my gosh! Here we go." She had her dogs with her and they were some feisty ones. She was asking me all types of questions like, where I was coming from, where I was going, and I just said have a nice day and kept walking. I wasn't even trying to interact with her.
By Robbie Bale2 years ago in Poets
weirdo ave. (4)
She was low key was not holding her dogs leash tight enough. Almost as if she was trying to let the dogs go on purpose. But me being smart and thinking fast, I kept my cool. Stayed calm and collected because I didn't want to panic and have the dogs chase me. So I just kept it pushing and she followed me all the way up the block until I got to my house. I stayed on the other side of the street and walked a little bit further than her, almost at a speed walk. But not too much faster because I didn't want the dogs to start barking.
By Robbie Bale2 years ago in Poets
weirdo ave. (5)
When I got to my street I started running because I hit the corner before she did. So she couldn't really see and I hid in my next door neighbors bushes. Now this neighbor is very nice and they don't really have a problem with us. The lady keeps walking down the street and I can see through the bushes her looking side to side trying to find me. Trying to see which house I went into, but luckily enough my neighbor's bush saved me. Crazy neighbors, am I right? That really made me angry but you know life goes on.
By Robbie Bale2 years ago in Poets
weirdo ave. (1)
I was mowing my lawn one day and it was very hot outside. I was about 2/3 done with the yard when my lawn mower ran out of gas. and very conveniently my gas can also was out of gas. my mom wasn't home so I didn't have a car to drive to the gas station so my only choice was to walk. I went inside and put on my better walking shoes and headed on down to the store. The walk wasn't that far either; it was only about a block down the street. 15 to 20 minutes tops.
By Robbie Bale2 years ago in Poets
hungry guy (2)
I pour it in the pan and let it cook for a little bit. Then put a top over it and once it's half cooked, then I put the cheese on and put the top back on then, I'll take the top off and flip the omelet in half. After that is done I then put it on the plate, take it to the kitchen table, and throw down. I don't remember the last time I had an omelet, but this was like a trip to heaven. I really needed this. I wonder what I'm going to make tomorrow morning.
By Robbie Bale2 years ago in Poets
hungry guy (1)
I’m hungry but I really don't know what I want to eat. I think I'm going to get some omelets. I need all the ingredients to make them first though. Let me go check in the fridge and see if I got them. All I really need is some eggs. About two or three. And some cheddar cheese. It can be shredded or in slices. I put some oil in the pan and turn it up to a little more than medium heat. I stir the eggs in a bowl, put some salt in some onions and stir it up.
By Robbie Bale2 years ago in Poets
lace 'em up
I can't believe I stubbed my toe last night. I was walking down to the kitchen last night because I was extremely parched. You know when you wake up in the middle of the night and your mouth is dry? Yeah, well that's me almost every other night. So I'm walking slowly downstairs because the whole house is pitch black. I use my hands to guide me by holding them out in front of me. Once I know I'm near the kitchen doorway, I go for the light switch and stub my toe on the fridge. Holding myself back from screaming.
By Robbie Bale2 years ago in Poets
pitch black
I can't believe I stubbed my toe last night. I was walking down to the kitchen last night because I was extremely parched. You know when you wake up in the middle of the night and your mouth is dry? Yeah, well that's me almost every other night. So I'm walking slowly downstairs because the whole house is pitch black. I use my hands to guide me by holding them out in front of me. Once I know I'm near the kitchen doorway, I go for the light switch and stub my toe on the fridge. Holding myself back from screaming.
By Robbie Bale2 years ago in Poets
handle with care
10. The time has come. He finally gets to my desk to evaluate my egg. I gave him my report on how it was to take care of Eggy. He looked at me with a stern eye. I was keeping it cool though. I couldn’t break or else he would know I was lying about that really being the original Eggy. He picks my egg up and looks at the stamp. He gave my paper back with a zero. He knew I switched the egg from how one of the lines on the original stamp was missing. Rest in peace, Eggy.
By Robbie Bale2 years ago in Poets
handle with care
9. I get off the bus and take a deep breath. I have a slight doubt in my mind that I’ll get caught by my teacher. My classmates and I walk into class ready to be evaluated. Some of them actually kept their egg children intact. And some of them just straight told our teacher that their eggs were either lost, broken, or eaten. When he was doing rounds, he was getting closer and closer to my desk. My heart was pounding through my chest. I was lowkey sweating a little bit. But kept it cool, calm, and collected. Game time.
By Robbie Bale2 years ago in Poets
