My Sunday By Deanna

On Sunday, I got up and then got ready to go to Sunday school. We planned for our speech competition and what topic we were going to do for a topic. We ended up picking the topic. We ended up picking the topic, The Major and Minor signs of the Day of Judgment. My Sunday school teacher is a really close family friend. Her daughter is my best friend we are a year apart but I skipped a grade in Sunday school so every year we are in the same class. Then we talked about a protest that’s on Saturday and who is going and not. We had lunch/recess at twelve for lunch and we had Nachos with cheese or meat sauce. We went back to class and read a religious story. Then the women and girls went upstairs and the men and boys went downstairs to pray.

After Sunday school was over we had a green club meeting. We talked about a fund raiser for our Sunday school and another one for Japan. Our fund raiser is on family night, which is every Friday. This Friday we are making falafel sandwiches and have a bake sale as we need to raise about four hundred dollars. The other fundraiser is for the March of Dimes so we need to make enough money for the T shirts that are going to be purple with black writing.

After Sunday school and the green club meeting we went and got pizza. Then we went to Zena’s aunt’s house. After we ate the pizza Zena, her older brother Omar and I went outside and went to the laundry room and sat in the laundry carts. Omar pushed  Zena and I in the laundry until we got dizzy. I went in by myself and then Zena did. After Zena got spun around in the laundry cart she flew into a table and hurt her elbow. After that we left the laundry room and Zena’s older brother Omar jumped over a huge bush and landed it perfectly without a scratch. Then we left Zena’s aunts house and they dropped me off to my house.

After that, a few of Zena, her family and a few of my cousins came and I had to finish my science home work and then we talked and took pictures then more cousins came and we played capture the chicken. Capture the chicken is capture the flag but with a little twist, instead of a flag you use a soccer ball or a stuffed animal. We kept switching teams but it was fun. I would advise you to not play with my cousins because they are kind of rough. Whenever we play we play in the playroom and we closed the door so the parents wouldn’t hear us Someone always ends up getting hurt when we play because we play with seventeen years old to eight year old kids. When we play we are really loud.
Now it was eleven o’clock and everyone was still here so we ate dessert. Zena’s mom came in the room and told us that we were supposed to eat two hours ago. So we had to hurry up and eat so they could leave.

When they left it was about twelve o’clock and we had to clean up. A few of my first cousins stayed a little longer and helped me clean up. After we finished cleaning we talked about how we somehow got hurt but it was a great day.

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