(Okay, I was listening to music while doing this, so it won't sound like Italy a whole lot...)
Alright, I had to write a creative story using 15 spelling words, so I came up with this. Kix liked it, so she wanted it to be put up here.
Hi, my name is Italy. I'm different, but that's okay! I have two best friends, their names are Germany and Japan. I was allied with them in World War 2, and we've been friends ever since! Germany is like our instructor; he trains Japan and I for war. Whenever I'm around Germany, I have a sensational feeling, you know, that warm fuzzy feelings mothers have when they have a new baby! Anyway, one day I was talking to Japan. "I think we can both consensus that Germany has been acting not like himself lately," he said to me. I tilt my head in confusion. "Consensus means general agreement." "Oh!" I smile. "Well, I think he just needs some pasta!" "I don't think Germany wants pasta, especially not now." My smile fades. "Maybe his sensibility has gone up a bit," I say. "I don't think that's quite it," Japan tells me. Just then we hear something that sounds like destructive sounds. We both turn to the window and see some people are about to fertilize the plants. That's normal, so that wasn't it. "What was that?" Japan asks. "I don't know," I say in fear. "Should we go see what that noise was?" Japan asks. "Are you crazy?!" I ask with tears of fright welling in my eyes. "I'd rather transfer to an elementary school then find out what that was!" "I'm sure it won't be that bad." Japan walks over to put on his shoes. Germany was out, and I don't like being alone. "Okay, fine, I'll come with you!" Japan and I walk outside into the cold. I was so scared I was shaking.
We reach a construction sight and see Germany! Now that I think of it, at our annual country conference, Germany did mention something about construction. I wave to him. "Hey, Germany!" He looks at me and Japan. I think by the look on his face he preferred it if Japan and I weren't there at that moment. My smile fades again and I lower my arm. "Look," Japan says. "It's Greece." He points towards Greece who was sleeping by a structural building. I also saw big brother France. He was weeping and mumbling something to himself. It sounded like he was saying something about sensitivity or sensitize. I couldn't exactly make out the word. I went up to him and asked him what was wrong. He said he was going bankrupt. I asked him if I could consent other people to donate money to him. He gave me a big hug. I grabbed Japan and we went to Japan's house and discovered a way to get some money...pasta!