Language+Arts

ascmbl8044sa LA-7 28 September 2010   **//__Martial Artist Simon __//**  “So this is what the city looks like!” Simon exclaimed. What do you think of it son?” questioned Mr. Vincent. “It’s a lot bigger than I expected.” said Simon. “It looks like our new house is in that direction.” commented Mrs. Vincent. “Well shall we go?” Simon asked.  The Vincent’s are a country family moving from rural China to Sugar Hill Georgia. The males in the Vincent family have a tradition of practicing all forms of martial arts. In some case some daring males will venture outside martial and learn all forms of fighting and train bodies almost every day. One of these special cases happens to be Simon. Who happens is moving to the city with his parents. As the Vincent’s Inched closer to their new house in their old Honda Simon was amazed at the simplicity of it.It was a white medium sized house with four windows. “living room,dining room,kitchen,two bathrooms, and three bedrooms.It seem that it’s all here.”said Mr.Vincent. “ I was expecting something Like those mansions I heard so much about from bull back home.” said Simon. “Well we have to take what we can get Simon” Mrs. Vincent. “It looks like the door is is stuck.” said Mrs. Vincent. “Don’t worry we have a key for th-” before Mr.Vincent could finish his sentence Simon busted through the door with a flying kick shocking the neighbors. “There I opened it u---” before Simon could finish his sentence in a blink of a eye Mr. Vincent moved from the lawn to the back of Simon to smack him in the back of the head. “Ow! What was that for dad?” Simon asked. “Oh I don’t know; how about for kicking through the door of our house!You even got wood all over our new carpet.” exclaimed Mr. Vincent The next day Things were a little less hectic at the Vincent residence; that is however until Simon got to school. Everything was normal at Cry Spring high school when Simon stepped into class five A.  “Today we get the pleasure to welcome a new student to the class. Be sure to be nice to Simon Michael Vincent,” said Simon’s new teacher Ms.Maden. As whispers of uncertainty flooded the class Ms. Maden put her hand on Simon back to get his attention. Just as Ms. Maden was about to point to his seat Simon flipped her on the spot. The whole class became silent.They were in complete and utter awe.Never had they seen such a spectacle of paper, confusion, glasses, and yelling. “Ops!” said Simon. Ms. Maden landed head first on the floor which apparently affected her brain.When a student stood up to see his teacher was alright.She replied with one plus one equal fish.The class figured that the flip made Ms. Maden well mad.She was rushed to the hospital on the spot. Later at lunch everybody kept their distance from Simon except one person. “Why are you not with everybody else?”questioned Simon. “Because want be here.” said the stranger. “What your name?”asked Simon “It’s Steve, oh there the bell well see yeah.” said Steve. After school let out Simon started walking home. “City life is tough.” He said as he sighed. Just as he was about to open the new door he was smacked in the head so hard it like thunder. “That’s for sending a teacher to the hopistal.” Mr. Vincent. “Well how was I supposed to know you don’t flip people here!” Simon exclaimed as the day turned into night.