Dear Aida, Yesterday’s volleyball game was tough no matter how hard I tried I couldn’t get the ball over the net! I was desperate to score a point my mom said she would give me ten dollars for every goal, but if I didn’t I’d probably get whooped! It was my turn to serve the ball, I heard the whistle go off, I started swinging my arm, 1,2,3. I didn’t make it and I saw my mom’s eyes staring as if she was about to yell louder than my own coach. I new I had to make it next time. It was my turn again except it was more pressure if I made it we would and if I didn’t.. well I’d get whooped. I could feel my moms, coaches, teammates eyes staring at me. I heard the whistle blow and I heard my teammates say go Emily! I froze. I could hear my head saying “knock it off Emily,” then I realized I had to hit it. I swung as hard as I could 1,2,3 I watched the ball hover. It was over the net! Swisssh! Boom! It hit the floor! My teammates lifted me up chanting, Emily! It felt like it was all just a dream, and I felt my moms eyes full of pride.
Today I had forgotten to finish my homework from last night and I was about to get in trouble. I was so scared that the teacher would yell at me that I had not been a diligent student and followed the directions. Luckily, I was able to finish my homework with the help of some of the students at my table. I recieved an 93% on the homework which was good enough for me because, at least I didn't fail.
Dear Erin, Recently, litter was a big problem at my school. Trash was everywhere, and it made me feel like I was living in a dump. I told my principal, "I can't take it anymore. This is driving me crazy." He asked me to offer a solution, so I told him we should put more trash cans in the hallways. Once we did that, the trash disappeared, and it made me feel great to make a difference! Regards, Ed
Two even pieces is the answer,the others are incorrect for these reasons. (walloped or whooped) are metaphors for "cutting or splitting" the log, made of butter (simile), and a hot knife (simile again)