Family Genre Stories

If your name begins with "C"

My Mom
by Catherine Jeon

My mom's name is Yeon ok Hong. My mom likes to read books and make food. I really like my mom's food. But I don't like to read books. My mom has some comic books, but I can't read mom's books because it is not fun.

Mom likes puppies, and I do too. But I can't have a puppy because my did doesn't like puppies. One day I went to a pet shop and I saw hamsters, kitties, and puppies. I wanted to buy a pet. I was so sad.

But now I don't need a pet, because I have a little dog doll from my mom. Now I'm so happy, because I have a family.

The Christmas Story
by Cari Halford

It was a chilly night and Noreen was all snug up in her warm bed, and it was Christmas Eve, the night before Christmas. It was 12:00 in the night and Noreen heard a thump at the door. Noreen hopped out of bed. She crept down the stairs. She threw the door open but no one was there. She looked around and someone was there. It was a reindeer that looked sad! She had to ask him what was wrong.

"I'm lost," said the reindeer, "can you help me get home?"
"Where do you live?" asked Noreen.
"I live in the North Pole. I work for Santa."
"You're Rudolf!"
"Yes, I'm Rudolf," he said.
"But how do I help you go home?" asked Noreen.
"Do you have a map?"
"Yes, I'll go get it," said Noreen.
"Can you find the North Pole?" said Rudolf.
"Yes, here it is."

Suddenly they flew into the air. Noreen held on for her life. In less than a second, they were at the North Pole.

One of the elves leaped over to Noreen and Rudolf. The elf said, "Who is this, Rudolf?"

"This is Noreen," said Rudolf, "She helped me get home."

Then Santa came over saying, "Hello, little girl, I'll take you home."

The Best Christmas Ever!
by Chris Burgess

One cold dark Christmas Eve, I was wrapped in blankets of wool when suddenly I heard bells clinging every second and then, Thump! Something fell flat on the roof then clatter, clatter, clatter, clatter. Like little hooves trotting on the roof. I leaped out of bed threw on my robe and thundered down the stairs and threw open the door and peered up on the roof. I took a peek, then Poof! Somebody used some sort of magic and it obviously took me to a marvelous sleigh with beautiful reindeer. Inside, there was a man, chubby and jolly, and a boy just like me. I asked him, "What is your name?" he said.

"I am Chris. What's your name?" he answered.

"I am Scott," I replied. As we rode off, we soon fell fast asleep.

When we awoke, we were in a furious blizzard! The wind was thrashing, and it took us all over the place. There was a flash of white light, and I saw a little red house at the edge of a frosty forest. The reindeer dropped to the ground and scurried to the house. When they entered the house, Santa bellowed, "Ho, Ho, Ho!" His voice sounded friendly and happy.

After that, Santa gave us two silver shiny whistles and explained, "Whenever you blow this whistle and make a wish, you will get whatever you want."

Then they had something to eat and flew off. It was almost morning and Scott was getting very tired. When he finally got home, he went straight to sleep and dreamed about the day with Santa.

The next morning, he woke up, ran downstairs and opened presents. He held his whistle tightly and remembered that whenever he wanted something, all he had to do was blow his whistle. As he was opening presents, all he could think about was his adventures with Santa. Chris wondered if he would have them again next year.

The Grinch
by Chris Lang

One mysterious Christmas Eve, there was a boy named Chris. He was warm and snuggled in his bed, like every other ordinary kid on Christmas Eve, when suddenly he heard someone crying. "It cannot be my sister. She is four years old," he said to himself. "Aahh, it is not my problem," he muttered. Then the crying got louder. This time, he threw on his robe and slippers. 

He ran down the stairs as fast as a rocket and opened the door. Standing there, right before his eyes, stood an elf crying. The boy told the elf to stop crying. 
"Tell me what is the matter," he said.

"We-well the G-Grinch took S-Santa Claus and the presents and the reindeer and is planning to give the presents to the herdmen. We have to stop him." So they flew to the North Pole. "It is very cold," he muttered.

"See, there is not a thing here," he cried. "So we have to go to Whoville." They took off. When they arrived there, they found Tom and Dylan all tied up. They unwrapped them. We set off to look for Santa. When they found him, the elf fell in a dead faint, because Santa was not tied up. He was trapped in jail.

Beside him was the terrifying Grinch, sleeping. So it would be easy to rescue Santa. They unlocked Santa Claus and the reindeer and the presents. They locked the Grinch in his own jail. They quickly took off and delivered all the presents to the good children.

"Thank you, Chris," he said. 

"You're welcome," Chris responded.

Grandparents
by Carmen

Grand
Radical
Awesome
Nice
Delightful
Patient
Admired
Reliable
Energetic
Never breaks a promise
Terrific
Super

Baby
by Carmen

Babbling
Amazing
Bouncing
Young

The Fishing Derby
by Christian Koller

Last year my dad, Dr. Rebecca and I had the funniest time at a fishing derby on Pigeon Lake. We went on a sunny day in February. There were 2000 people, but my mom and sisters didn’t come with us. We drove to the derby at 10:00 a.m. When we got there we had to wait in line for a half hour because we didn’t have early bird tickets to let us on the ice first.

Our goal was to get the grand prize of $25,000 by catching the biggest fish, but we had a problem. The holes were drilled the night before and they had frozen over. We didn’t have an ice chipper to open the holes so Dr. Rebecca set out to borrow a chipper.

Moments later he came to the spot that we had chosen. My dad opened three of the four holes and was tired so he let Dr. Rebecca do the last one. This is when the fun begins. "Flunk", Dr. Rebecca had dropped the ice chipper into the hole. Just then the owner of the ice chipper came back for it. He was big and strong and Dr. Rebecca was scared. Just then Dr. Rebecca’s cell phone rang, he had to go back to work. He threw the money to the owner of the ice chipper and ran.

In the end, we didn’t win the grand prize and Dr. Rebecca, he was glad to go back to work and isn’t going back to the 2002 derby.

No Milk!
by Christine

"Uh-oh," Matt stuttered.

"Nice going, Matt. Mom's going to be here in 15 minutes; and all you can say is 'uh-oh.' Real smooth. Well, get the mop and something to pick the fish up. Hurry - we don't have all day here," replied Josh.

"Oh, my gosh. we are in so much trouble." 

"Or, at least my brothers are and I am sure you're wondering why we need something to pick the fish up off the ground. It's actually a long story, but if you'd like, I'll start from the beginning," Lisa exclaimed.

 7 minutes earlier...

"No milk again," asked Matt.

"Ya, Matt, but there's always water to dunk our Oreos in!" replied Josh.

"Oreos? Water? Hello, I think we'd all appreciate if you would wake up out of la-la land and get practical. Oreos and water, please! Shall I give you a reason why you shouldn't taste it or can your gross mind think of one yourself?" asked Matt.

"Obviously not. Ewww. Gross, but instead, why don't we play Oreo hockey? shouted Josh.

"OK, here's two Oreos for the net and I've got the puck," Matt said to Josh.

Meanwhile...

"He shoots, he scores! Third goal by Sackic this game," shouts Josh.

"Uhh, you dropped it again. That's like the seven billionth time this game," complained Matt.

"Thank ya, thank ya very much," said Josh.

"Ow, what was that?" asked Matt.

"You tipped the fishbowl over," Josh said.

"Uh-oh, I tipped it over Mom's winning lottery ticket. She put it on the  back counter so nothing would happen to it, and look what I've done!" Matt said frightened.

"Nice going, Matt. Mom's going to be here in 15 minutes and all you can say is uh-oh. Smooth - real smooth. Well, get a mop and something to pick the fish up," replies Josh.

"So - there you have it. The real story. My mom should be here in 30 seconds," Lisa said.

"Hello, I'm home!" yelled Mom.

"Quickly, hide it. Too late. Uh-oh," Matt thinks.

"What happened here?" asked Mom.

"Well, it's really a long story," answers Josh.

"I've got lots of time," replies Mom.

Later...

"So, to sum it up, you knocked the fish bowl over my $100 winning lottery ticket. Then I guess you can both pay for it; $50 each on my bed tomorrow by 9 o'clock, just in time for bedtime," Mom said sternly.

"But Matt did it and our bedtime's 10 o'clock," Josh complained.

"No buts, just $50 on my bed - tomorrow. No going out tonight and tomorrow your bedtime is 9 o'clock," Mom yelled.

"Well, I guess we both saw what happened, and as usual, I get off squeaky clean. So bye," Lisa quickly exclaims.

"Don't you dare take one step, young lady. You were supposed to be supervising these boys. Not talking on the phone with your boyfriends. You're cleaning this up and then hitting the sack!" Mom said.

"Yes, mother," Lisa replies.

"OK, maybe not squeaky clean, but just a bit of dirt on the side."

A Strange Thing

by Carmen Cunningham

 There once lived a grouchy old lady.  Her name was Mrs. Herbert.  She lived in a beautiful house on Garden Hill Road.  Mrs. Herbert hadn’t always been grouchy.  She was nice before an accident when she bumped her head.  Since the accident Mrs. Herbert has never been the same.

Usually when she went outside to get the mail, there were always kids playing on her driveway and she would yell for them to get off.  They would run away.  But one day Mrs. Herbert went outside to get the mail and no one was playing on her driveway.  There was only a baby crying on her front porch.  “Well I’d better take you in and feed you,” she muttered.

Mrs. Herbert was wondering what to do with the baby.  Then she noticed the baby had a toy in its hand and went to pick it up.  The baby took the toy and hit Mrs. Herbert on the head.  “Oh, would you like to come live with me?”  Mrs. Herbert asked the baby.

The baby nodded her head up and down.  So Mrs. Herbert took the baby inside and fed her.

Three weeks went by, and Mrs. Herbert became nicer and nicer.  Soon Mrs. Herbert became very fond of the little baby and decided to keep her.  From then on Mrs. Herbert was as nice as she could be and decided to name her new baby Christina.  Mrs. Herbert let the other children play on her driveway as long as they wanted.

Fitting In

by Chris Pyra 

I watched them as they played.  I was lonely on the bench by myself.  Very lonely.  I don’t fit in well.  But I don’t really care.  I am smart. That’s what counts.  But I wish I could play.

“Guys. Can I play?” I asked.  They turned.

“No, you just keep reading,” Johnny said.  He was the leader of the group.

“Guys, shouldn’t we let him?” Cliff paused.  He didn’t like that they made fun of me.  But he got to play.

“No Cliff.  He isn’t playing,” Johnny whispered.  I was shut down again.  They continued as I watched.  Cliff came over to me.

“Sorry about them,” Cliff spoke.

“I’m used to it by now.”

“Don’t worry though.  I have a plan.  See you tomorrow.”  He walked away.  What was his plan?  What was he going to do?  All of the answers lay in tomorrow’s day.

I got home just thinking what was in store for tomorrow.  I didn’t know what to expect.  Would it be kind or unkind?  It all lay in tomorrow’s hands.

“RING!” My buzzer rang.  It was time for school.

“Albert, get up,” Mom said softly.

“I don’t want to go to school,” I answered.

“But your friends are waiting for you,” she explained.

“Oh yeah.  I better go.”  I went on my way to school, walking in the summer heat.  The guys, Johnny and his friends, were playing baseball again.  Cliff came over to me.

“Here we go!” he said.  He went to the guys.

“New game,” he yelled.

“Me and Johnny are the captains,” he yelled again.  Johnny chose.

“Clark,” he said.  He always picked Clark first.  Cliff started to speak.

“Albert!” Cliff yelled.

“What. NO!  He can’t,” replied Johnny.

“Let him try.”

“Fine.”  I was finally in.  And I don’t mean to brag but they loved me.  They thought I was great.  I was never bothered after that.

Cliff and I are still friends and still love baseball.  We always have and always will.

My Mean Grandma

by Carly Fahlman

“Mom, I’m going to go to school.  The bus is here,” Carly said.

“Okay,” my mom shouted, “but I won’t pick you up today.  Your Grandma Mildred is in town and she would like to spend some time with you.”

I let out a big sigh.  I said, “Okay,” and I went to catch the bus.  Then, as I got on the bus, I sat on an empty seat and thought to myself, “Yeah right… she doesn’t want to spend time with me.  All she wants to do is yell at me.”  I let out another big sigh.

After learning in school for about six hours, the bell rang.  I knew it wasn’t the bell of freedom.  It was the bell of death.  Then, as I went outside, there was my OLD grandma, sitting in her 100 year old car.  I pretended not to know her, but she shouted my name loud and clear.

“My poochie-moochie Carly!  Come give your granny-wanny a big bear hug!”

Have you ever wished you were dead?  This was one of the times when I sure did.  I pulled my toque over my face and got into her car.

Now, let me tell you about Grandma Mildred.  She’s mean, she’s 88 years old, and she rides around in an automatic wheelchair (that my friends like to ride on when she is sleeping).  She plays bridge and will knit with any piece of fabric or ball of wool she sees.

When I went over to her house, she automatically said, “Carly, scrub the floors, clean the dishes, give each of the cats a bath, and then make me dinner.”  Was she kidding???  I only see her twice a year.  Maybe she could spend some quality time with her granddaughter whom she seldom sees.  I did all her chores for her.

Let me give you the 411 on Grandma Mildred and her cats.  She has 14 cats and they each have a name like Kitty-witty and Pretty-mitty.  So I gave them each a bath.  They were all scared of me, so it took five hours to give them all a bath.

After bath time, we each had a TV. dinner and watched her black and white TV.  After an hour of Gilligan’s Island, my mom picked me up.

She asked me, “Did you have fun?”  I said nothing.

A few months later, Grandma Mildred died.  Her funeral was held at the graveyard next to my brother’s school.  Have you ever had someone you love, die, and found that it was too hard to go to the funeral?  This is what happened to me.  I loved Grandma Mildred too much to bear it. 

You might think, “You loved her too much!  She was such a witch!”  But all the chores she asked me to do and all the time she spent with me really meant she loved me.