Under the Sea!

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Under the Sea!

        7:00 A.M. "Come on, Jessica! It's time for you to go to school. Let's go, let's go! We're going to be late!" my mom yelled across the living room.

        3:30 P.M. "Jessica! What do you want for snack?" my mom asked across the room, "Jessica! Are you listening to me? Jessica?"

        5:00 P.M. "Let's go to the grocery store. You can pick out your favorite ice-cream for tonight! I know you love ice-cream! Don't you want anything? Can you hear me? Jessica?"

        6:30 P.M. "Oh my gosh! You are still there? Unbelievable! Jessica, do you want to help me make dinner to night? Jessica?"

        8:00 P.M. "It's dinner time! Jessica, you've been sitting there for the whole entire day! Don't you get bored?" my mom fed up with me, walked over and placed her warm hand on my head

        "Not at all." I replied as I pointed to the enormous tank, "Look!" Two small fish with blue and yellow stripes swiftly swam across the vast ocean of our family's as our eyes followed them. They hid behind the bulky rock, flustered through the slender, emerald weeds, and even poked their head out from the windows of their petite plastic houses. Every move they made, I jumped up and down and watched carefully so I don't miss the details. Each and every movement.

        My mom, amazed with all the spectacular show by the small fish, just smiled at me and went back to the kitchen. I thought she would call me for dinner again, but instead she came back with a plate of food and placed it next to me. That night, my mom and I ate dinner as we watched the little creatures do fancy moves. The food even tasted better! No one said a word that night, but laughter and sighs of awe filled the room. When my dad came back from work, he joined us too.

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        My dad was the person who bought the huge tank and set everything up for me. The tank was about the size of a bath tub; it was humongus! The tank was made of special glass that doesn't break too easily. It had a wooden frame on the top and the bottom, with legs that protrude like a model's leg, long and skinny. The tank was in the living room, on the right side of the TV, by a small, antique rocking chair with a small pillow which I always sat on, and a fluffy blanket that I use to ...

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