When Omar Came to My House

When Omar came to my house, I was happy. When we went to play soccer, I was in the lead, but Omar caught up. Then Omar won the game.  I said, “Oh brother!” Then we went to eat pasta. The pasta was so good that I wanted to eat all of the pasta that I have at home. Then we went to play X Box 360. It was the best electronic game I ever had. I asked Omar if he was good at the game, and he said, “Yes.” Then when the game loaded, I was team Manchester City. Omar was Manchester United. I was in the lead, but Omar caught up but then I won.

 “Hey Omar, do you want to play Nerf?” I said. Omar said, “Yes.” Then we went to play Nerf. The objective of the game was trying to hit Omar. I felt happy because I like playing Nerf a lot and I liked playing it with my friend. When the game started, I was trying to hit Omar, but Omar blocked the shot, then I had an idea. I shot it up high and it hit Omar. He said, “ow!” I said, “sorry, Omar.” “It’s okay!” We ended the game when we used all of the bullets up.

Omar went home even though I wanted him to stay. I felt a bit sad that he left.