I am super sorry! I lost the paper I wrote my homework in. >> I lost the paper where I wrote my homework. So I decided to write a story to make up for both of the homework assighnments. >>So I decided to write a story to make up for both of the homework. **homework and assignment are synonym so usign both of them to portray one thing is redundant.

The Three Cups
Chloe Kwon
Once there was a storybook filled with color and light. There might still be one right now. Anyway, a girl named Hedia Riddle read the book and left it on the window ledge. Of course, she was not intending to leave it there for 50 years, but what could she do? She was going down the stairs to meet her pa, for she had not seen him for plenty. She toddled and woddled, an expression I like to use for fun, because it just sounds good. O.k., so she tweetered so much that she fell down, smacking her head with such force that she fainted right away. Her pa, worried, went right to the hospital, but there was no way to wake her up again. The Riddles left the house after that, because Hedia's mother died of an heart attack shortly after Hedia's death, and her father wanted to start a new life. So there they set of, looking for a new hope, not aware of the storybook hanging on the ledge of Hedia's window.

Now, the cups. The cups were not just any cups. First of all, they all had names. One was Ceramic, one was Plastic, and an another was Glass. Now, these three cups were enchanted. No, rather, they were haunted. They were haunted with the spirits of thy Riddles. Ceramic was the oldest, and could conjure up memories in peoples heads if they drank from him. As for Plastic, she could make people think about what they were originally thinking again. Glass could make people decide what to do. Of course, all three were equally loved and drunken from, and Glass's sides had cracks do to some inccidents, but she loved them all. Now, it was all changed. Crank! Crink!
Anyway, this was Glass, Plastic and Ceramic.