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[|justinhopkins] Take Five Story CLASH what was that? I went out into the living room and there was shattered glass everywhere and a medium sized rock in the corner of the room. I was thinking who threw the rock was it one of my friends was it an enemy I wanted to find out. I went running out the door to see who it was and no one was there. I was wondering did they run off or drive away in a car. So I gave up I didn’t know who or what threw the rock so I just went back into the house and on my way into the house there was this old muddy pair of boots sitting there on my chair on the front porch. I did not know who’s they were because I knew they were not mine. I was kind of starting to get freaked out because when I went running out to see who threw the rock the boots were not there on the chair. I was really wondering if someone just threw a rock threw my window and left a pair of muddy old boots. Ok I really wanted to get away from this nonsense so I went down to the sand dunes to drive my sand rail for a little bit to have some fun. So after I had a little fun I went back home to write a letter to the police department about what just happened today. Here’s what I put “Dear police department today has been a very weird day I had someone throw a medium sized rock threw my window and I think they left a pair of muddy boots on my front porch. If you can look into this and maybe find out who did this I would be happy”. So after I sent the letter I grabbed my magnify glass and started to investigate this I went to the steps to see if there was any foot prints there was nothing. A couple of weeks later the police department sent a letter back they said they had not found anything. I was kind of disappointed but I was ok I pretty much gave up but I was mad that I had to get a new window. A few days later I woke up to a pigeon squawking its mouth outside I went down stairs and before my eyes was a little girl in the kitchen sitting there just looking at me I think it was a ghost. Maybe she was the one that threw the rock through the window now it was all making sense to me now this house was probably her house when she was a kid and the boots were maybe the person that killed her. Now that I knew what happened I really didn’t care because I knew what happened now I can just live my life like a normal person.

[|jacobeifert] The Room Jacob Eifert When I first walked in to the gloomy room, the air was cold and frigid. The window was broken, and there was an old pair of boots sitting on the ground. The sand dune’s white sand was dull against the black floor, and the sand got into the boots. Then I heard footsteps. Someone opened the door, and I hid under the table. The person looked around for a minute, picked up their mail, but after looking at it for a minute, and put it down and left. I scurried from under the table, and looked at the mail. It was mainly bills, but there was one piece that caught my mind. A handwritten letter, with a bloodstain, but it was probably just from a paper cut. Then, the pigeon flew in through the broken window. It perched itself on a beam hanging from the ceiling. It said “Who?” like an owl. Why would a pigeon sound like an owl? I asked myself. “Who are you?” the pigeon asked. Pigeons can’t talk I told myself. I reached up to grab the bird, but it flew out the window and out of my sight. I continued to look at the letter, and it was very old. I decided that I need to go home. When I went to the door, it was locked! How was I going to get out?! The door needed a key to lock on the inside. I looked under the doormat. There was no key. I searched the room very carefully. There was no key to be found. I decided there was only one way out, and it was not going through the broken window. I had to either bust the door down, or pick the lock. Wait, I can’t pick a lock. I examined the door. It looked older, so I figured two or three good hits would do. I went back, and began to run at the door. SLAM! My shoulder hit the knob. “OW!” I screamed as I hit the ground. I got up, went back, and at the door again. SLAM! This time, my other shoulder hit just to the left of the doorknob, and the door crumpled to pieces. I was free! As I walked out the building, the golden rays of sunlight hit my dusty face. I looked at my watch: 12:30 PM. I enter that room at nine o’ clock in the morning. I was in there for three and a half hours. I didn’t care, I was free and I decided that was enough for the rest of the day.

[|tylerricketts] That One Rainy Night It was a nice sunny day on the beach and I was relaxing I was relaxing to the sound of the waves. I heard a pigeon fly over my head and the pigeon had a bottle in its feet and inside the bottle was a letter. The bottle fell out of the pigeons feet and fell into a sand dune. I went to dig it out of the sand dune. Once I found it I opened and in and the writing was really small and kind of faded. I had to pull out my magnifying glass to read it. The letter said “Come to 246 Flagler Ave. tonight at 6:00 to get it.” I had no idea what it meant or what they were talking about. Later that night it was a heavy thunderstorm around 6:00 but I still wanted to see what was going on at 246 Flagler Avenue. I put on my rain coat and laced up my old boots and I was on my way. It was about a 15 minute walk to Flagler. 246 Flagler Avenue was in a dark ally and I was kind of scared. I couldn’t see inside the building because all the windows were boarded up. On one of the doors a board was missing and I could see inside. There was a bunch of people inside but I couldn’t tell what they were doing. I opened the door quietly and I was hiding behind a stack of boxes. It was a money making machine. They were making real money. I knew I had to do something about it. I went home to think it over and I turned on the news. The top story was “government money making machine stolen” a few days ago and the guys were on the loose. I quickly went back to Flagler Avenue and called the police. They came and arrested the men in the building and got the money making machine back. Everyone congratulated me and told me that I caught one of Americas most wanted men! I couldn’t believe that I caught one of Americas most wanted men and I got the money making machine back to the government! I was a real hero. I was the top story on the news that night. I could not believe what I did that night.

**Peter the Pigeon & the Case of: ** ** The Unknown Sand Dune **

**By: Kelly Dotterman ** His name was Peter, Peter the Pigeon. He was a secret spy for the ASL (Animal Spy League). It was just an ordinary day & suddenly a letter comes through the mailbox that said:  Dear Peter the Pigeon:  We have confirmed that there is an unknown sand dune in the state of California. We chose you to check it out. From aerial view it seems vacant. But be careful we don’t know what remains in the unknown sand dune. You’ll need to round up these tools before you can enter the unknown sand dune: · A magnifying Glass · Old boots to protect your feet You can find these in an old abandoned house in front of the cemetery. Good luck Peter the Pigeon Sincerely; A S L Peter the penguin was off to the old abandoned house to get the tools he needed for this mission.  Once he got to the abandoned house he noticed the door was locked. He had to break a window to be able to get inside; he picked up a rock beside him and threw it at the window. But the window didn’t break. He searched the perimeter of the house in search of something bigger, heavier, that could break the window. Then he found a brick, He threw it and BOOM! The window broke. He climbed inside carefully to be sure of no glass. He found the old boots by the door and put them on, but he could not find the magnifying glass. Just then he saw another letter on the fireplace, he reached for it, but he was not tall enough he grabbed the broom next to it to get it down. He opened the note that said:  Dear Agent Peter, <span style="font-family: Verdana,Geneva,sans-serif; font-size: 90%;"> If you are reading this letter you’re probably looking for the magnifying glass. It’s located upstairs in the blue room under the bed. Good luck agent peter was counting on you. <span style="font-family: Verdana,Geneva,sans-serif; font-size: 90%;"> This Letter Will Self Destruct in 30 seconds. <span style="font-family: Verdana,Geneva,sans-serif; font-size: 90%;">Peter ran up to the blue bedroom as fast as he could because he had a limited time in the abandoned house before the letter self destructed and the house would fall apart. He found the blue room with 20 seconds left. He had to find that magnifying glass, he searched under the bed. Again his arms were too short. He grabbed an umbrella next to the closet. The note was ticking 9, 8, 7… He got the magnifying glass just in time. The clock hit 1 & Peter jumped out the window just making it. Now it was time to get to the unknown sand dune. <span style="font-family: Verdana,Geneva,sans-serif; font-size: 90%;">Once he reached the unknown sand dune. He searched around, not finding anything was suspicious. Then he saw white fur… who could this belong to? He went back to headquarters for further investigation.