Shreya Vundela Ms. Asuncion English 9 October 2015 Business Letter to Frito-Lay 42176 Gentle Falls Dr. Ashburn, VA 20148 October 19, 2015 7701 Legacy Dr. Plano, TX 75024 Dear Mr. Greco, I greatly enjoy all of the different varieties of chips that Frito-Lay makes. I have been eating the chips for as long as I can remember, and it ’ s almost as if the chips have been a great part of my childhood. I can probably think of so many good (and not so good) memories that I associate with each chip brand. I also love all of the different flavors of the chips. In Lays, I like the BBQ chips flavor. In Doritos I absolutely love the spicy sweet chili flavor. On top of all of that, I like that the chip brands come up with such unique flavors and ideas that are out of the box, to keep us consumers on the edge of our seat. Each time a new flavor comes out I get very eager to try it. Although I love these chips very much, I do have some concerns. First, in Doritos,...
Kathryn Stone Ms. Asuncion English 9H Block 2 5 October, 2015 Times of the Year We start with fall. Leaves crumbling from the branches. Orange, red, yellow and brown. Floating in the wind. Kids knocking from door to door. Dressed in costumes, collecting candy. Pumpkins scattered all over the neighborhood. Next we have winter. Snowing falling from the sky. Every snowflake unique. Your fingers so cold, they become numb. Waking up with the surprise of no school. Making snow angels and having snowball fights. The warm embrace of the holidays. Then we have spring. Rain plunging from the sky. Plants popping from the ground. Purple, yellow, pink and green. The Easter Bunny visits the kids’ homes. Kids playing in the puddles of the streets. People dancing in the rain. Finally we have summer. The sun shining. No school. Kids outside, playing all day. Road trips across the country. Planes flying high, making memories for fam...
Lauren Janoschka Ms. Asuncion English 9 H October 2015 If Only I Was A Bird If only I was a bird, Then I could fit through the fence, And then I could fly far, far away, To the field of blue and white. I look through the thick bars, The ones that keep me caged. Through the bars I see the field, So large it would devour me. Sometimes the field turns somber, And tries to turn as black as the deep ocean, But I know the field isn’t black because of sadness, Because twinkling lights make it alive. Even though the field is so wide, And a little bird like me could get lost, I still wish these bars didn’t hold me in, And I could swim in the field’s colors. Here there is no color, And the warmth has disappeared with it, Not wanting to protect me anymore, Yanked away by the grey all around me. Here the wings of another do not shelter me, Shield me from the monsters, The darkness that creeps through the stars, Seeping into ...
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