Shawn

DA piece  by:SHAWN

__Only one of my pieces remained__. It was my king against Fred's king, queen, bishop, and knight. Fred carefully made his move. It went diagonal all the way next to my king. My turn came up and knocked down the queen. “No I take that back!” Fred said trying to undo his move. “No” I hesitated to say. WE were still laughing because of our new language we made up. “I hate this” I said it seemed to be my king vs his knight every time I got near it he got away until he finally got tired. “SPARE ME!”Fred said. And I knocked his piece down. But as much as I hated it his bishop was left on the white and green board as if it were a hero. Carefully Fred made his move with his glove of doom. Luckily he can only move on white so I thought green was the best place to be. Every move I made he slid away. Fred and I ended up laughing cause we circled around his king over and over and over 30 times. Eventually we grew tired I said “I really want to get a stalemate!” Three or four times “Whoa plop!” FRED went as he moved his piece next to mine. My king kicked it with its flat bottom as his white bishop fell to the ground with silence. I was so glad I lived to this day. My plan will come true as I shall beet Fred. ȴ :)  Phil by Shawn Mai Nguyen   Phil hopped up off of the dim brown orphanage couch and strolled over to the clear slide door. The door quickly slid open as he stepped on to the old wooden stairs. Hands in his pockets he rushed down and walked over to the fence. Lying there he noticed a hole dug into the fence leading to a concrete sidewalk. Creeping slowly back toward the house he planned a brilliant escape. That quiet evening he hopped out the small window and into the back yard. He crawled through the slick fence into a giant smelly junkyard.  He heard a branch crack when Bill came flinging out of the tree. “ What are you doing here?” said Phil in a hushed voice. “Uh getting some water,” Bill said hoping for Phil to believe him. “You'd have better luck getting syrup!” exclaimed Phil. The dusty land scape seemed so dark that it didn't exist. “How did you know I was escaping?”said Phil. “Someone told me,” Bill replied. “Who told you?” whispered Phil. “You did. You said that with this plan you will escape the orphanage and make a home,” Bill shouted holding the blue prints. “Okay you can come just stop being so clumsy,” whispered Phil. As soon as Phil took another step his green army shoe slapped a rusted rake and hit him with its broken red handle. A half an hour later they lost sight of the brown and white house. Instead all they could see was the quarter moon shining brightly in the sky. Bill was freezing because of his big blue t-shirt reaching down to his stubby knees and shorts. All around there were tires and broken cars strewn across the place as it got lighter ,weeds seemed to appear everywhere. “So ... where are we going?” said bill. They walked a little longer and Phil never answered. They soon afterward stopped near a big tire for awhile. Phil knew something was going to happen but he didn't know what. Continuing their long quite walk Bill shouted “This is taking forever, and it's freezing out here!” suddenly they saw a flash light coming from one of the tree branches. Then a kid in a baggy torn up red shirt and jeans jumped out of the oak. “I wouldn't go over there,” said mark. “I know you. You were on the news Mark I think.”said Phil “Yeah that's me,” mark replied. Phil and Bill both headed towards the tree as they fell into mark's trap Phil hung upside down from the first branch of the tree, and bill fell into a deep hole as dark as the sky. “I got an idea. I am going to swing and pull you out. After that you untie me,” said Phil. They repeated this many times until it worked. By the time they got out of the trap it was morning. “I hate those rope traps,” he mumbled. “He Wants a to live in the orphanage and I want to escape!” shouted Phil. “Should we help him?” asked bill “Sure,” Phil said in a whisper. “We'll help him. plus I'm getting hungry.” The dim sun was barely up in th the cloudless blue sky. They wandered around the muddled junk yard in search of mark. Feeling as they have been in the Sahara for days, they saw mark come in the junk yard door. “Mark we'll take you to the orphanage.” Phil sighed. Phil imagined what it would feel like to live in the deserted junk yard. He figured that with some adjustments it would be alright. Phil sat by the tree again and rested while bill laid down. Vvvvvv! The rope caught Phil by the leg and hung him upside down. “Are you there bill? ” Phil said “Yes, I can't believe this happened again!” yelled Bill. They got out and stared at all of the cool stuff there. Old cars all rusted out, trees everywhere, wooden crates and hills. Phil grabbed a tool belt before he started to look for the orphanage. He climbed up the old oak tree in the junkyard to spot the orphanage. “Where in the world did it go?” asked bill. “Why do your names rhyme!” Shouted Mark randomly. The sun gently rose higher as they were looking. The sound of Cars zooming through the streets. Phil jumped off the tree so suddenly he flew into the ditch. “Why make a ditch ？”  shouted Phil. “Mark are you sure about going?” said bill “yes!” shouted mark. “I saw the orphanage about two miles away,” Phil said trying to climb out of the hole. They started towards the house through the dusty,huge junkyard. All over the area it seemed like there was go carting races spreading the junk. For forty minutes they jogged through the barren junk yard, until they reached the steps of the orphanage. Phil and bill climbed up the bent tree and jumped into the orphanage window. Mark knocked on the door to get in. When the house keeper opened the door to the old colorless building he ran straight in. Right before Phil could plan another escape he was adopted ,but bill followed his plan. Bill lived in the junkyard and any time Phil came over they would invent. .