The Real Story of Mr. Mason

Author's Note: In Language Arts, my teacher read the story from 3:15, Mr. Mason's Jars. We were then told to write an ending for the story. In this piece, I have shown my knowledge of the reading skill "Predicting". I hope that it keeps you on the edge of your seat, and makes you think! 

“Take a peek into the jar Troy.” said Mr. Mason.

I didn’t understand, all of the kids in school said that he was a creepy and weird teacher. To me, he was actually being nice. What teacher would let a student see some of his secret jars?! From that moment on, I knew that Mr. Mason was surely my favorite teacher.

“Go ahead Troy, look inside!” Mr. Mason repeated again.

I was scared, but then again excited to see what would come jumping out of jar. I opened the lid ever so slightly, but I saw nothing. Just some old gump that was sitting in there. It smelled horrible, what on earth was that. Before I could ask him, my heart stopped, my brain didn’t function, and I everything went blank. I didn’t know what was happening to me.

“There he goes, poor little Troy.” Mr. Mason said in an English accent.

“The boy shall never know my true secret within the jars. Not one human soul shall know except me! I can become the ruler of the world, with science!” Mr. Mason said, with an evil tone in his voice.

His jars were then hidden in schools around the country, but where? Nobody knew for sure.

As Mr. Mason said those words, the students and teachers were surrounding his door and windows. Nobody knew what happened to Troy, not even Maggie. As soon as the staff saw Mr. Mason, the only thing they could do was call the cops. It took a few minutes for the police to get to the school, but as they did, Mr. Mason was history. He was then sent to jail and he never came back.

Who he was and why he had taken the souls of children are still unknown the people around the area. Mr. Mason was never heard of again, except for those who kept on retelling his story. Was this real or is just a rumor that has been going around for years. We may never know, but beware Mr. Mason’s jars could be hidden in your very own school...

My True Colors

Author’s Note: This piece I have wrote is a character analysis. I have wrote it in the format of a letter in the perspective of the character herself. I analyzed the character Ronnie Miller, from the book The Last Song by Nicholas Sparks.

  

Dear Dad,

Since the day you’ve left, there is nobody else I have thought of. Only months have gone by, yet the days we spent together seem like years ago. That summer is still vivid in my mind, each and every second. From the day mom dropped off me and Jonah, you’ve made me look beyond what I can see. I stopped playing the piano, I went to jail, and I almost rejected my offer to Juilliard, but because of you I won’t be that girl anymore.  For those people who didn’t trust me and called me thieves, shame on them because, now I’m not the old Ronnie anymore. Right now, I’m a whole other person. Why? It’s because of you. At times I wish i could see you one last time, but I can’t do that anymore. To be honest, that summer I didn’t want to come to North Carolina, but now it turned out to be an opportunity for me. An opportunity that taught me about family, faith, and love.

Spending time in North Carolina that summer, there was no need for me to be someone else. I could show everyone my true colors, I wasn’t anyone else, except me. That summer we got so close, we went to the beach and most importantly we saw the sea turtles hatch. From those days, I learned to forgive people and forget about the past. We were able to become a family again. That summer I learned that love isn’t just a verb, but a noun from you and Will. Being with everybody, made me so happy, unlike the life in New York. As I think about myself back then, I remind myself of Katniss Everdeen from the Hunger Games. Both of us thought that we were okay by ourselves, that you didn’t need anybody else. We are very similar in characteristics, like being strong and rebellious. But, both of changed from an important checkpoint in our lives. For her it was The Hunger Games, and for me it was coming to North Carolina and reconnecting with you once again.

Everyone back home misses you so much. There are no words to express the distress that still runs through the family. I just wanted to say, that you’ve made me recognize so many important aspects in my life. You, dad, have changed me for who I am. I will never be able to repay you for that. Thank you. I really do mean it. Thanks a lot!

Love,
Ronnie
XOXO

An Alternate Ending

Author's Note: In class, we read a short story Thank You Ma'am. We were then told to come up with an alternate ending, by predicting what might happen using evidence from the text. In this ending, I have tried to master the reading element of prediction. Also look for the voice in this piece. 

He barely managed to say “Thank you” before she shut the door.


The days went on and so did his life, but each time he was about to do  something, the memories of Ms. Jones came back to his mind. From one day to the next he thought about the reasons Ms. Jones had done what she had and why. It came to his mind one pleasant afternoon, when he had known that Ms. Jones had changed his whole life. Back then he was a homeless boy without much money, but now he had a job, and was able to rent an apartment. How? It was because of that lady he had bumped into that day, Ms. Jones. Roger had finally became himself once again. 

Years of Roger’s life had gone by, but he had never forgotten Ms. Jones. As Roger was walking back down memory lane, he had confronted Ms. Jones’ house, the house that had changed him as a person. He walked up the steps and rang the doorbell. A young girl had opened the door. As Roger looked up to see her, a smile of joy had lightened up his whole face. 

“Ms. Jones. Long time, no see. I came back, to tell you something.” , Roger had said to her. 

“I”m sorry, but there is nobody here named Ms. Jones. My name is Veronica Jones. You must be looking for my mom, but sadly, she’s not with us anymore...”, the girl had said.

Roger was devastated, he had to see her again! Veronica then took Roger to her mother’s grave. He had bought some roses before, he then took the bouquet with him. Tears ran down his bright red cheeks. Roger sat down in front of Ms. Jones’ grave and said, “Thank you ma’am.”