It was a beautiful day in South Dakota.  The sun was shining and the area was quiet and still.  Then a rumbling started to happen, the ground was shaking and it started to get extremely loud.  Everyone knew today was the day Mt. Rushmore (a volcano) was going to erupt.

          Hi my name is Rocky Smith.  I live inside Mt. Rushmore in the form of magma.  Right now it is the year of 2078.  Most of my friends are a lot larger than me, so, I’m considered very small.  I’m considered small because I am only 3 inches tall.  All of my friends are over 5 inches tall.  At 2:00 pm everyone inside the volcano is going to start to prepare for the eruption.  My family, friends and I all live inside of President Lincoln’s head. 

          We have finally reached eruption time.  At 1:59 p.m. Washington’s head exploded with huge force.  All of my family is starting to count down.  10, 9, 8, 7, 6, 5, 4, 3, 2, 1…Boom!  Everyone is so high in the air right now you couldn’t even imagine it.  My youngest brother Max is squealing with excitement.  Now I am starting my descent towards the ground.  I’m really starting to wonder where I am going to land.  Here I go…THUMP!

          After a cloud of dust and sediments cleared I figured out that I was at my best friend Ben’s house.  Ben has brown hair, green eyes, and orange shoes.  When he found me in his yard Ben asked if I was hot and wanted to go swimming in his pool.  So I said yes and we jumped in and started cooling off.  When he and I got out, we remembered that after magma cools it becomes an igneous rock.  Ben and I were so excited to have started the first stage of the rock cycle.

          After I was picked up from Ben’s house my brother was driving me home when I saw a boxing gym.  I thought that would be so much fun to try.  Then I started taking lessons and got really into it.  When I told my trainer Johnny Rocket I was getting serious about it, he signed me up for the National Rock Boxing Championship (NRBC).  That made me start to train super hard knowing that I would be going up against some of the best rocks in the country. 

          I was all alone training in the gym the night before the first round of the NRBC when trouble walked in.  Anthony and Dil (the two bullies of the town) came in and challenged me to a fight.  Dil has purple shoes, green boxing gloves and red hair.  Anthony is 7 inches tall and has red boxing gloves.  Everyone compares Anthony to a mountain of granite because he is so strong.  After I accepted the fight I regretted it.  Anthony eroded me so much I had to withdraw from the competition and change into a sedimentary rock. 

          At the sedimentary stage I knew that something bad had to happen to me before I could change into a metamorphic rock.  I know that because the only way for sediments/sedimentary rock to change to a metamorphic rock is by heat and pressure. 

          Today that bad thing happened to me, Rocky Smith.  I forgot to study the night before a huge math test and that cost me.  I knew that the only way to do good on it was to cheat.  The next day I sat next to the smartest kid in class, Eric Rockanousky.  He asked me if I was going to cheat but I still said no.  When I got my test back on Friday there was the letter grade “A+” on it.  I knew that someone would find out that I cheated and I knew it wasn’t the right thing to do.  So instead of letting someone find out, I let the heat and pressure transform me into a metamorphic rock. 

          Today, the day after my transformation, I was going to go to the beach with Luke Vanrockstyne.  When we got to the beach Luke and I ran and cannon balled into the water.  I got so caught up in playing; I forgot to put on sunscreen.  I knew that would cost me.  After four hours of playing I started to melt from the hot sun.  To make matters even worse the wind started to pick up.  As soon as that happened I was picked up and carried out to sea.  When I was finally dropped to the bottom of the ocean, I landed in a deep sea trench.  I knew I had to stay there until I was compacted, cemented and then subducted.

          Over the years I was finally subducted and changed back into magma then lava.  Each and every year I went through the same cycle over and over.  My old problem that I was too small was fixed.  Every year after the eruption of the volcano I grew bigger and bigger.  In conclusion, everything turned out to be just fine for me.  Rock Smith.

 

THE END…or is it?

 

David, Age 11, Ichabod Crane Middle School