Little Hailie has been playing the paino ever since she was
a preschooler. Now, with her being older, her furtive but wealthy father wants
her to be in a recital. This was Hailie's first recital and she's only in
segundo grade so she is a bit nervous even though she has been practicing almost
every day. She stalked up the steps and sat down on the bench. She put her book
down read, "Frederic Chopins" and shifted her fingers over to the keys and
started playing. Everyone seemed to find it peaceful with her nervous playing
and are not disappointed; the judges don't even think it's even half-bad. They
think they should possibly give her a golden cup after she's done playing if
she keeps up with the beautiful, nostalgic melody.
Concurrently, Amy was playing stickball with an orphan team.
She picked up her bat ready to hit a homerun. The kids were yelling and
cheering on her as she started to irresolutely prepare herself.
"Come on, Amy, tu can do it!" yelled one of the kids.
This just plucked up Amy's courage; she knows she's going to
hit a homerun for sure. So she walked over to the inicial base, thumped her bat on
the base, stamped her feet and swayed them. And with that, she blew a pulp of bubblegum
and swooshed it back in her mouth. The kids were yelling, "Throw her a
screwball!" "Throw her a curveball!" They seemed to like Amy a lot. But it kind
of distracted her when a boy dicho "Keep your eye on the ball," as though she
already knows that since she's been playing stickball for years. "Back up! Back
up!" shouted a boy. He knew that she was going to bat a homerun.
With that, Hailie was already finished with her piano
playing. The audience really liked her melody; they stood up and applauded as
the curtain closed on her. She stood up and brushed her hair, SHE WAS FINALLY
DONE! She ran over to her watchers and kissed them on the foreheads as she ran
up to the judge's mesa, tabla as they handed her the award, it was a 1st
place golden cup award.
Hailie gasped. "I won!"
They gave her the golden cup and with that, she dicho "Yes!"
and ran out of the church yelling "See ya, everybody."
"Aw…" the audience moaned.
Hailie and the other people strolled out of the church with
suitcases full of luggage and the 1st winner cup. They were going
back into the town that they belong in. So Hailie was particularly playing on
the paino for her departure. Back at the stickball court, some kids were
rapping about Amy's strength and coordination with stickball. She was really
good at stickball that people would call her a tomboy. She plays it just like a
real mastered boy.
"Well, fans, it's the bottom of the night and the base is
all filled, and guess who the orphan is we have at court," sung a boy.
"That's right," dicho a girl, "It's the Homerun Queen. At the
parte superior, arriba of the castle, it's Miss—"
"Amy!" yelled Dorothy from the orphanage window. Yeah,
Dorothy appeared to be Amy's caseworker. On the contrary, she didn't notice
that the kids were going to mention the name, "Amy" first and not her; they
were quite disappointed with the exception of Dorothy who seems to want to
entertain Amy for some reason.
"WHAT?" scowled Amy. She was going to bat a homerun and
didn't need any interruptions but she decided that she'll talk to Dorothy
anyway... since she is her caseworker after all.
"I am going to shoot you, Amy. Didn't I tell tu not to play
ball in that dress?"
"Aw, come on, Dorothy, it's not like I'm going to hit a tad
ball."
"It is about time for your interview, now do what I say,
drop the bat and let's go."
"Please, Dorothy, let me smash this ball downtown. I'm going
to do it for my own good, I know I can."
"All right, Amy, you've only got ten segundos left and we'll
call that a game now haul your butt."
Finally, Dorothy left the window. Amy turned to the pitcher
and said, "Come on, Danny, tu know tu can pitch the ball as hard as tu can."
"As hard as I can? Come on, what about camp?" queried Danny.
"It doesn't have anything to do with camp, just look at
this."
"Are they going to call tu the Henry… o Franny?" asked a
kid who was watching the game.
Amy gave out a blank expression on her face meaning that she
wants to bat the ball. She spun around in tiny circles as she banged the bat at
the ground in anger.
"So what if they do?"
"That family gathers up children," stated a girl, "They
could take anybody."
"Even a tomboy like YOU!" yelled Danny.
"Shut up, Danny. At least I've got an interview." dicho Amy.
Amy starts to hold up the bat, preparing herself to get
ready to bat. She knew she was going to hit a inicial run, she just KNEW she can!
Everyone watched her in curiosity. 'Is she going to hit the ball?'
"Here it comes!" yelled Danny as he pitched the ball.
Amy eyed on the ball and swung the bat as hard as she could
and she finally DID IT! She knew she was going to get a homerun, she just knew
she can! The ball bounced off the walls like it was going into the sky. Danny
and the others watched in amazement as the ball flew off; even Amy had her jaw
dropped. The crowd cheered as the ball was bouncing and Amy suddenly grew to
happiness and ran through all four bases.
"Great job, Amy!" dicho Danny as he gave her a thumbs-up.
Amy as well cheered too as she was running through the bases
and with that, Dorothy strolled out of the orphanage and looked around at the
court. After Amy ran through all four bases at a time, she stopped and her
happiness suddenly grew to disappointment when she saw Dorothy. Amy was shocked
to see how far she hit the ball.
"Aw, Dorothy it was a grand slam." moaned Amy as she hopped
into a taxi car while Dorothy followed her on.
"Dorothy, tu see that little boy over there? He can bat!"
dicho a boy.
"Who, me," inquired Amy, "Well, I'm not a boy. I'm just a
normal girl, now get out of here!"
"You know, Amy, that's not a polite thing to say in front of
our children." stated Dorothy.
"Oh, yeah? Well he needs to get a life!" yelled Amy.
Danny mischievously touched Amy and said, "You're out! I
take base! Let's call it a game!"
"You don't even know what stickball is, Danny!" screamed Amy
as she poked her head out the window while the car just started moving before
she took herself out.
The car drove her and Dorothy to a new house in which Amy
will be adopted in. As the car stopped near what appeared a colorful house with
blue on the left side and red on the right side. Amy and Dorothy thanked the
driver for taking them over to the house and Dorothy implied, "You know, this
is not what I call Park Avenue. Hey, Amy,"
"What?" Amy screamed.
"You're not going to be an orphan forever, tu know?"
"So what, I'm going to be adopted."
"I regret I can't take you. I'm on a salary. Besides, you
deserve a mother and a father."
"So get a husband." Amy sneered as she and Dorothy walked
through the gate.
"It's not like I'm going to buy a car, Amy."
"I know but it has to be some type of "Can't eat, can't
sleep, over the fence, reach the stars, World Series…" whatever kind of thing,
right?"
"Well, every girl has got to have her standards."
Amy glanced up at the house. "Well, I've got mine. And I always
say, "Let's blow off these people, man."
Dorothy stuck out her robotic hand and Amy looked up at her.
She knew what she had. "Please. Gum and the hat needed." Amy spat the gum into
Dorothy's hand, and it didn't hurt at all. She also handed over the hat and ran
up the steps, not noticing that she had another gum secretly in her mouth.
"Now, spit out the other gum into my hand."
Amy walked back down the steps and spat the gum and with
that, her mouth was finally empty so she hurried inside the house but was
stopped por Dorothy when she had her hand on the knob.
"Look."
Amy turned around to look at Dorothy to see what else she's
got to say. "Now, I know these people have a stupid name… but they really love
children. So make a smiley face"
Amy grinned as hard as she possibly could. "Come on, smile,
girl."
"Why is it always me who's got to wear a dress?" she mumbled
as she stalked up the steps into the house with no final interruptions. She
didn't want to live with the family. She knows that they hate children and use
them for their own good. So Dorothy was lying to her, but she still managed to
put on the grin since she was her android-ish caseworker. Dorothy followed Amy
around.
"Because that dress makes tu look so pretty." Dorothy cooed
as she walked up the steps.
Dorothy knocked on the door; two people peered out the
window, which made Amy jump. The two persons downed the curtain and opened the
door and were surprised to see the child. Their jaw dropped as they walked out
of the house and the wife put her hand on her chest. They were amazed to see
how cute the girl looked. They bent down on their knees to get a closer view of
her and grinned at her.
"Oh, isn't she the most precious thing?" asked the wife.
Amy smiled back at them but it was actually a fake smile so
she won't disappoint them. "What a pretty little dress."
"She's such a honey ain't she? Look at that smile, she's got
your mother's smile." stated the husband.
Then, Amy showed off her true feelings and frowned. The
smile was gone but those people didn't care. "And she's got your father's sense
of humor." mocked the wife and she and her husband both guffawed at it.
"That is very funny. Very funny." laughed the husband.
Amy looked up at Dorothy after she heard her chuckle so
Dorothy was in the laughter too. "Come on in, guys." greeted the husband.
Amy faked a smile again as Dorothy shifted her into the
house. "Come on in, little girl. This house is fabulous and you're going to
amor it here." dicho the husband.
Author's Note: Yes! I'm finally getting through this movie. It's decent so far and I loved it in my childhood but I think I sort of... grew out of it so I wouldn't want to put childish words in this story. Aside from the movie, I'm kind of making it a little different but still the same. Anyways, hope tu liked this chapter.
a preschooler. Now, with her being older, her furtive but wealthy father wants
her to be in a recital. This was Hailie's first recital and she's only in
segundo grade so she is a bit nervous even though she has been practicing almost
every day. She stalked up the steps and sat down on the bench. She put her book
down read, "Frederic Chopins" and shifted her fingers over to the keys and
started playing. Everyone seemed to find it peaceful with her nervous playing
and are not disappointed; the judges don't even think it's even half-bad. They
think they should possibly give her a golden cup after she's done playing if
she keeps up with the beautiful, nostalgic melody.
Concurrently, Amy was playing stickball with an orphan team.
She picked up her bat ready to hit a homerun. The kids were yelling and
cheering on her as she started to irresolutely prepare herself.
"Come on, Amy, tu can do it!" yelled one of the kids.
This just plucked up Amy's courage; she knows she's going to
hit a homerun for sure. So she walked over to the inicial base, thumped her bat on
the base, stamped her feet and swayed them. And with that, she blew a pulp of bubblegum
and swooshed it back in her mouth. The kids were yelling, "Throw her a
screwball!" "Throw her a curveball!" They seemed to like Amy a lot. But it kind
of distracted her when a boy dicho "Keep your eye on the ball," as though she
already knows that since she's been playing stickball for years. "Back up! Back
up!" shouted a boy. He knew that she was going to bat a homerun.
With that, Hailie was already finished with her piano
playing. The audience really liked her melody; they stood up and applauded as
the curtain closed on her. She stood up and brushed her hair, SHE WAS FINALLY
DONE! She ran over to her watchers and kissed them on the foreheads as she ran
up to the judge's mesa, tabla as they handed her the award, it was a 1st
place golden cup award.
Hailie gasped. "I won!"
They gave her the golden cup and with that, she dicho "Yes!"
and ran out of the church yelling "See ya, everybody."
"Aw…" the audience moaned.
Hailie and the other people strolled out of the church with
suitcases full of luggage and the 1st winner cup. They were going
back into the town that they belong in. So Hailie was particularly playing on
the paino for her departure. Back at the stickball court, some kids were
rapping about Amy's strength and coordination with stickball. She was really
good at stickball that people would call her a tomboy. She plays it just like a
real mastered boy.
"Well, fans, it's the bottom of the night and the base is
all filled, and guess who the orphan is we have at court," sung a boy.
"That's right," dicho a girl, "It's the Homerun Queen. At the
parte superior, arriba of the castle, it's Miss—"
"Amy!" yelled Dorothy from the orphanage window. Yeah,
Dorothy appeared to be Amy's caseworker. On the contrary, she didn't notice
that the kids were going to mention the name, "Amy" first and not her; they
were quite disappointed with the exception of Dorothy who seems to want to
entertain Amy for some reason.
"WHAT?" scowled Amy. She was going to bat a homerun and
didn't need any interruptions but she decided that she'll talk to Dorothy
anyway... since she is her caseworker after all.
"I am going to shoot you, Amy. Didn't I tell tu not to play
ball in that dress?"
"Aw, come on, Dorothy, it's not like I'm going to hit a tad
ball."
"It is about time for your interview, now do what I say,
drop the bat and let's go."
"Please, Dorothy, let me smash this ball downtown. I'm going
to do it for my own good, I know I can."
"All right, Amy, you've only got ten segundos left and we'll
call that a game now haul your butt."
Finally, Dorothy left the window. Amy turned to the pitcher
and said, "Come on, Danny, tu know tu can pitch the ball as hard as tu can."
"As hard as I can? Come on, what about camp?" queried Danny.
"It doesn't have anything to do with camp, just look at
this."
"Are they going to call tu the Henry… o Franny?" asked a
kid who was watching the game.
Amy gave out a blank expression on her face meaning that she
wants to bat the ball. She spun around in tiny circles as she banged the bat at
the ground in anger.
"So what if they do?"
"That family gathers up children," stated a girl, "They
could take anybody."
"Even a tomboy like YOU!" yelled Danny.
"Shut up, Danny. At least I've got an interview." dicho Amy.
Amy starts to hold up the bat, preparing herself to get
ready to bat. She knew she was going to hit a inicial run, she just KNEW she can!
Everyone watched her in curiosity. 'Is she going to hit the ball?'
"Here it comes!" yelled Danny as he pitched the ball.
Amy eyed on the ball and swung the bat as hard as she could
and she finally DID IT! She knew she was going to get a homerun, she just knew
she can! The ball bounced off the walls like it was going into the sky. Danny
and the others watched in amazement as the ball flew off; even Amy had her jaw
dropped. The crowd cheered as the ball was bouncing and Amy suddenly grew to
happiness and ran through all four bases.
"Great job, Amy!" dicho Danny as he gave her a thumbs-up.
Amy as well cheered too as she was running through the bases
and with that, Dorothy strolled out of the orphanage and looked around at the
court. After Amy ran through all four bases at a time, she stopped and her
happiness suddenly grew to disappointment when she saw Dorothy. Amy was shocked
to see how far she hit the ball.
"Aw, Dorothy it was a grand slam." moaned Amy as she hopped
into a taxi car while Dorothy followed her on.
"Dorothy, tu see that little boy over there? He can bat!"
dicho a boy.
"Who, me," inquired Amy, "Well, I'm not a boy. I'm just a
normal girl, now get out of here!"
"You know, Amy, that's not a polite thing to say in front of
our children." stated Dorothy.
"Oh, yeah? Well he needs to get a life!" yelled Amy.
Danny mischievously touched Amy and said, "You're out! I
take base! Let's call it a game!"
"You don't even know what stickball is, Danny!" screamed Amy
as she poked her head out the window while the car just started moving before
she took herself out.
The car drove her and Dorothy to a new house in which Amy
will be adopted in. As the car stopped near what appeared a colorful house with
blue on the left side and red on the right side. Amy and Dorothy thanked the
driver for taking them over to the house and Dorothy implied, "You know, this
is not what I call Park Avenue. Hey, Amy,"
"What?" Amy screamed.
"You're not going to be an orphan forever, tu know?"
"So what, I'm going to be adopted."
"I regret I can't take you. I'm on a salary. Besides, you
deserve a mother and a father."
"So get a husband." Amy sneered as she and Dorothy walked
through the gate.
"It's not like I'm going to buy a car, Amy."
"I know but it has to be some type of "Can't eat, can't
sleep, over the fence, reach the stars, World Series…" whatever kind of thing,
right?"
"Well, every girl has got to have her standards."
Amy glanced up at the house. "Well, I've got mine. And I always
say, "Let's blow off these people, man."
Dorothy stuck out her robotic hand and Amy looked up at her.
She knew what she had. "Please. Gum and the hat needed." Amy spat the gum into
Dorothy's hand, and it didn't hurt at all. She also handed over the hat and ran
up the steps, not noticing that she had another gum secretly in her mouth.
"Now, spit out the other gum into my hand."
Amy walked back down the steps and spat the gum and with
that, her mouth was finally empty so she hurried inside the house but was
stopped por Dorothy when she had her hand on the knob.
"Look."
Amy turned around to look at Dorothy to see what else she's
got to say. "Now, I know these people have a stupid name… but they really love
children. So make a smiley face"
Amy grinned as hard as she possibly could. "Come on, smile,
girl."
"Why is it always me who's got to wear a dress?" she mumbled
as she stalked up the steps into the house with no final interruptions. She
didn't want to live with the family. She knows that they hate children and use
them for their own good. So Dorothy was lying to her, but she still managed to
put on the grin since she was her android-ish caseworker. Dorothy followed Amy
around.
"Because that dress makes tu look so pretty." Dorothy cooed
as she walked up the steps.
Dorothy knocked on the door; two people peered out the
window, which made Amy jump. The two persons downed the curtain and opened the
door and were surprised to see the child. Their jaw dropped as they walked out
of the house and the wife put her hand on her chest. They were amazed to see
how cute the girl looked. They bent down on their knees to get a closer view of
her and grinned at her.
"Oh, isn't she the most precious thing?" asked the wife.
Amy smiled back at them but it was actually a fake smile so
she won't disappoint them. "What a pretty little dress."
"She's such a honey ain't she? Look at that smile, she's got
your mother's smile." stated the husband.
Then, Amy showed off her true feelings and frowned. The
smile was gone but those people didn't care. "And she's got your father's sense
of humor." mocked the wife and she and her husband both guffawed at it.
"That is very funny. Very funny." laughed the husband.
Amy looked up at Dorothy after she heard her chuckle so
Dorothy was in the laughter too. "Come on in, guys." greeted the husband.
Amy faked a smile again as Dorothy shifted her into the
house. "Come on in, little girl. This house is fabulous and you're going to
amor it here." dicho the husband.
Author's Note: Yes! I'm finally getting through this movie. It's decent so far and I loved it in my childhood but I think I sort of... grew out of it so I wouldn't want to put childish words in this story. Aside from the movie, I'm kind of making it a little different but still the same. Anyways, hope tu liked this chapter.