Isaiah the Beetle And The Northeast Region

It was six o' clock in the morning in Indiana and Mommy, Daddy, me, and Eliza were at the airport waiting  for our flight to the Northeast Region of the United States. We looked our best. I was in denim jeans and my best shirt, the button-up one with the blue and white stripes. Eliza's hair was in a short ponytail with a yellow ribbon, and she wore a satin dress and white shoes. Daddy wore jeans and a clean white T-shirt.  Mommy wore jeans and a purple blouse. We were eating blueberry muffins.

Two hours later on the plane I was practically dying of boredom. And I am not exaggerating.  Well, okay, maybe just a little. I tried playing Scrabble with Eliza on Mommy's smartphone but Eliza kept winning. Finally, we got off our plane in New York. That night, we stayed in a hotel.


Next morning we took a walk around New York City. "Did you know that New York's state fruit is the apple?" asked Mommy cheerfully. "No," I muttered. I was in a bad mood because I had left my teddy bear at home in Indiana and could not sleep last night. "I knew that!" Eliza piped up. "And some of New York's most important natural resources are rich soil, minerals, and fresh water."

Next day we all spent the day driving our rental car all the way up to the boarder of Maine. The next morning  we visited a souvenir shop and Eliza and I each bought a little bag of lobster Squinkies. Then we went out for lunch. We ordered a big red Maine lobster. "I guess lobsters are a natural resource in Maine," I said. "Very good, Isaiah," said Mommy. "They are."

A few days later, we had a picnic on the beach in Maryland. Mommy said,"Maryland's state flower is the Black-eyed Susan." After our picnic we went to a greenhouse and bought a bouquet of Black-eyed Susans.

Next morning we caught our flight  back to Indiana. It had been quite a trip. Tiring, but fun. I was glad to crawl into my bed that night.

spiraling...

I wrote this for a Matisse inspired art competition at the IMA.  The flowers and the staring woman made me think of hypnotic flowers.  I wrote down the colors the woman saw by looking at the colors of the flowers.  I couldn't write anything really surprising for the ending because in the picture it looked calm.  A fly buzzing in her ear just popped into my head.

Spiraling…

By Eliza Bradbury

Queen Lyla sat in her private chamber and stared at her bouquet of flowers. She felt s…l…e…e...p…y, very sleepy indeed.  Her eyes started to spiral, she felt tingly as she was sucked into a hypnotic daze. Color, lots of color! Red like her blush, white like winter, purple like her gown, pink like her lip gloss, green like the bushes in the courtyard.

She suddenly awoke to the sound of a fly buzzing in her ear.