Correct the fragments. Then I attended Morris Junior High. A junior high that was a bad experience.

The scene was filled with beauty. Such as the sun sending its brilliant rays to the earth and the leaves of various shades of red, yellow, and brown moving slowly in the wind.

In the seventh grade every young boy goes out for football. To prove to himself and his parents that he is a man.

She opened the door and let us into her home. Not realizing at the time that we would never enter that door in her home again.

Making up his mind quickly. Jim ordered two dozen red roses for his wife. Hoping she would accept his apology.

They were all having a good time. Until one of Joe's oldest and best friends had a little too much to drink.

Although it only attained a speed of about twelve miles an hour. My old rowboat with its three-horsepower motor seemed like a high-speed job to me.