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I laid there, feeling the sun's rays embrace my light, fragile skin, and warm it ever so slightly. My auburn hair was spread out all over the bristly green leaves that triumphed all over the hill. With the occasional enemy dandelion, which hasn't been defeated yet, the hill side was barely alive. The wind greeted everything with a gentle handshake. Thus was the perfect moment.
-Shelby Guinard
The clouds were overhead, winning the battle for the sky against the sun. This was the worst day of my life. Not because of the weather, but because of my dog, cat, fish, mom, best friend, and math test… just to name a few. It all started that dreadful, unfamiliar morning, when my alarm clock went off at 3:30 am. I couldn't get back to sleep, so I started up my morning routine like I would an old lawnmower. Shower- water was FREEZING!
Eat breakfast- Cheerios were stale, milk was spoiled.
Brush teeth- toothbrush had dog hair on it, out of toothpaste.
Get dressed- no clean underwear.
Get to school- missed bus. Took a cab.
After that disaster of a morning, I just settled down and relaxed at school. Right up until I heard the words,"clear your desks for the math test" I knew I was toast, in for it, a sitting duck, etc.
The greatest feeling in the world is achieving something you worked immensely hard for. At the ESPN center, in Orlando Florida, is where one of my many dreams came true. Enormous masses of glitter and ribbon blasted into the air! We won! I walked proudly down the champions run way, while tears of joy streamed down my luscious face. The sun glared off my new, black, shinny jacket. It was truly an un forgettable moment. Cheerleading is my passion.
-Lilly Holman
I got home and my parents were standing there when I got inside with my birthday present. They actually got me what I wanted! I got a RC jet with a camera on the front so I can show all my pals my epic videos! I even got a laptop to control the jet and to see through the camera! Best birthday, EVER!!! -Ethan
When I blew out the candles on my delicate birthday cake, I open my eyes and see a cardboard box sitting in my face. 'My parents always wrap my presents,' I think to myself. I take a closer look into the small, round holes in the box and I slowly open it. What was inside blew my mind. It was a dog. My very own puppy! I was so excited I was bouncing off walls, doing cartwheels down the driveway, and I exploded with joy! That didn't really happen though, but I was so happy and hyper that it might as well have happened.
-Robert Kelley
"Happy birthday to you..." the crowd chanted. I've always hated singing. From the moment they started singing, I walked away. I didn't care that they were talking to me, nor that they were trying to be nice. All I cared about is that they are singing a ridiculously irritating song that is angering me, beyond doubt, to the maximum bursting point, when I specifically asked them not to. This is why I'm angry. Not because of the horrid and scary singing, but because of the small favor I asked of them, that they refused to follow. As they finished the dreary song, I returned. Ignoring the annoying "what's your 'wish"'s, I stormed over to my parents and screamed. They looked startled. Then I ran out the door, muttering as I went.
Never have I had a worse birthday. Never.
-David Gardner
I skipped down the driveway, and towards the front door. KNOCK KNOCK. The door opened up, "hello dear", "hello Ms.Clifton" I said. "The boys are out back, you can go and play" She said. I ran out back to see them, what I call, crew. I turn the corner and was shocked. There were many ribbons and balloons in the yard, a big, carefully decorated cake, with the name Kenny on it. The electric colors of the frosting make it hard to resist. Fun activities and games fill the backyard with fun. The whole yard it like a play ground, no matter where you turn you are filled with happiness and always know what you want to do next. I head over to all of my friends and give them a huge greeting, especially the birthday boy, which am grateful that he invited me to this amazing, superb birthday party. Possibly the best party I've ever been to. As the party comes to an end, its time for cake, we all gather around the expertly crafted, chocolate on chocolate cake. We light the candles and sang happy birthday, and blew out all of the 10 candles. The party comes to an end, and its time to go home. I say my goodbyes and wish Kenny a happy birthday once again, and then I go home. -Nick Hall
Darkness blankets be like a squid squeezing the life out of it's prey. The only life out there is light, but it's no where to be found. It's like a spotlight without a star. The dark creatures lay waiting in the darkness, ready to feast on helpless victims. Ripping bone from your body, eating everything but the very liquid in hungers for. Some lurk in the sky, coming down to feed on lost victims. The only sound you here is the very sound of a body drop to the ground.
-Christian G
I couldn't stop my legs and hands from shaking. When I rolled down the window, of my friend's silver mini van, the rest of my friends shouted, "we're here!" But all I could get out was quiet yelp. I slowly stepped out of the van, while my other friends pushed and shoved so they could get out. One of my friends skipped over to me and asked, "what's the matter?" At first, I didn't know she was there until she wove her hand in front of my face and broke my train of thought. "You aren't afraid of roller coasters, are you?" she asked curiously. I really meant to tell her "yes" but what came out was the complete opposite, "no, I love roller coasters." As she smiled and skipped back to the group of kids, all I could think about is, how did I get into this mess?
~Chantelle
I can sense him behind me, I just don't have the courage to face him. Instead, I turn off and run.
"Hey, where do you think you're going?"
My stomach twists into a knot and my heart is in my throat.
I keep running, already feeling frozen sweat collecting on my neck and down my back.
Suddenly, I feel a cold hand grasping onto my back, the fingernails digging into my skin. "I got you now," He says with a great big slap on the back. Now I'm it, and the game of tag continues.
-Elizabeth Bertrand
Rain rocketed down from the sky like bullets onto my soaking wet hair. A crack of thunder shot off in the distance as I ran through the woods. Where was he? Where did he go? I asked myself angrily. I constantly glanced from side to side searching for him, for any sign of him in the deep of the night. Another sound of lightning shattered far away somewhere. I looked and listened, but all I could see was forest, all I could hear was my feet assaulting the damp ground. There was no sign of anyone anywhere. I couldn't take it anymore. I launched myself down to the forest floor, digging my knees into the soft Earth, and yelled, "AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!!! WHERE ARE YOU?!? WHERE DID YOU GO?!?!" I shrieked on profusely until my lungs couldn't tolerate it anymore and cut me off. I could hear him talking, the last thing he ever said to me,
"I hate you Caleb!" Why did those have to be the last thing he ever said to me? Why couldn't I have just been a good brother to him? I looked to the ground. I am never going to find him, I thought. You can't bring people back from the dead, now can you? No, you can't, you just have to accept it and move on with your life. Wishing you had done something different isn't going to alter what is the past.
"Goodbye my brother."
-Rawlinson
P.S. Sorry if it was a little dark, I had accidentally deleted my previous one which was much happier and really long, so I was angry and also listening to sad sounding music. ¡THIS STORY IS NOT TRUE!
The puffs in the wind create a melody so soft my body shivers. Light sprinkles of water hit my shoulder, my head, my legs. The sprinkles started to descend rapidly, and now they become great large drops. My ocean-like feet are waved onto the cleared field. Small patches of dirt are sparsely spread throughout the green field like cacti in a dehydrated desert. I pounce all the way to the center circle, stare down my opponents who whimper and whine about the fear of losing, and watch the man-in-the-yellow-shirt pace up and down the grass preforming some sort of ritual of preparation. Finally, the screech of the whistle pierces my ears and the ball is kicked, and players attack like crazy moms on black Friday. The water bullets us harder, which only makes you want it more. Clicks of umbrellas spring upward, and a melting pot of colors invade my peripheral vision. I am passed a ball colored like pearls and tickle-me-pink. I trudge through a pirate, past another, and nearly attacked by the wrecking ball defender. The crowd is cheering loudly. I cross the border into the pirates Captain's cabin. She charges for me with her dagger-like fingers. The crowd is on their feet. I jolted the ball toward the top right corner. Rain defeated me before I, the knight in shining armor had a chance. The yellow shirted man blew the whistle. The crowd was sprastic. But why, the game had to be stopped. My former knight companion shook my shoulders.
"You scored, we won!"
Until we meet again Rain, I am the king.
Emily Whitcomb
I was thrilled to wake up to the delicious smell of my mother making my birthday cake. The smell made me daydream about eating the freshly baked chocolate cake in my secret hideout, an overgrown bush in my backyard. I imagined putting the cake in my mouth and treasuring the taste. My daydreaming came to a complete stop when my mother called me and said,
“Carly come down and get ready! The guests should be here any minute.”
Excellent I said to myself. The sooner the guests arrive the sooner I can shove the cake into my mouth!
- Cameryn LeShane
My too-big feet happen upon every crack in the sidewalk, hoping to ruin the path further. The cracks represent my life, seemingly agonizing and never ending. I descend down the smoking steps of the costly shack-of-a-house that clings to all torturous memories. Memories of smiles as fake as unicorns.
The sun whips my back, immediately sizzling away my transparent skin. A quick ballet twirl, and I am face-to-face with the antagonist. The ball of gas floats high in the sky, torturing all that crosses it's path. Our eyes connect, and a hidden secret is exchanged previous to the searing pain in my pupils. My bony hands flare to shield my irises from the sting, burying my cheekbones in shadows that stand as a temporary substitute for shade. My now exposed arms feel the wrath of nature, and I am left to choke on misery, and pain.
Rust is sharp in the air as a metal swing sways forward and back, disturbing my keen senses. My nails claw at my ears, easily portraying my misery. The soles of my feet pound across the surface of the grass, irritating my brain, but my fingers are already clutching onto my head, so no more can be done.
Heaves of breath puff from my lips, lime spears stab forcefully at my ankles, arousing me. Yellow, red, and orange flare and burst from the floor around me. More drip endlessly from the sky, swirling, and dizziness ensnares my mind, my frail skeleton collapsing to the shifting blanket of leaves.
"Watch it!", I am screamed at mercilessly as I fight to recover from the fall.
A soft breeze chills my pale layer, causing minuscule goosebumps to appear. I quiver like a bobble-head, and squeeze my eyes shut, awaiting the soon to be coming crash of the ground against my side, but it does not come. I am disappointed in my lack of pain for the time being, for it only means more in the near future. I continue to wait for the pain that will come to me, like the hurricane of leaves that wait for their crashing contact with the dirt. I sway to soundless music, anticipating my fall. Perhaps it is a lost cause. Perhaps pain will confront me another day.
-Bailey Klingaman
Finally. The big moment. My birthday. Streamers and banners fly wildly all through out the house in colorful flashes, as they remind everyone of what this occasion is all about. Then, while everyone runs around the house causing a big commotion, I hear the magic words. "Cake time!" Is shouted all through out the extremely loud house. Everyone freezes in time and space as they perk their heads up, and sprint to the kitchen with great excitement. As everyone swarms around me like buzzing bees about to sting their next prey, I am there in dead center, waiting for the best part of the day. After "happy birthday" is sung with joy, which felt like it took forever for everyone to sing it, the excitement had finally arrived and the cake was settled down in front of me. I couldn't stop staring at the cake in awe as I admired the best parts. The frosting was dark, rich chocolate and it surrounded the cake making sure that nothing inside could escape. That shadowy, creamy substance made the cake so delicious. The candles were burning in all their might, as their fiery red flames glistened in everyone's eyes. Then, I see the sharp, silver blade rush down on the cake and what I saw next was terrible. The whole inside of the cake was as dry as a desert's golden sand. At once, everyone gasped in shock of what stood before their eyes. "What is that!" Someone said in disgust. "I don't know, but whatever it is I am not eating it." Said someone else. Never mind presents. This party is over!
-Brendan Daly
There was a extreme birthday party for my friend Phil. We had awesome games. We had cake with the ceramist frosty. When you eat the cake your taste bud would go on a roller coaster ride with all of the sugar. We had the coldest ice cream. When you ate the ice cream you brain would frozen like an ice cap. When it was time for gifts but, all of Phil’s friends got him nice gifts. But I got Phil a card with ten dollars. I was worried that Phil would not like his gift. So when Phil got to my gift he loved it. Phil said thank you. I had a good time at the Birthday party.
-Zack Welton
I remember the day I died. It was the most exciting day of my entire sixteen years. I died dancing; spinning, and twirling out of control. My body was no longer carried by my two legs, but by the melody to which my body danced to. Before I died, death was not my friend, but a distant, frightening and unfortunate acquaintance. But the moment my 1993 tan Toyota Civic hit that tree, death became my best friend. Monday mornings were no longer dreaded. Frostbitten noses were no longer unwanted. Songs were never over played, and tests and homework were no longer worries. Speeding down the road, the radio was blasted. The world became a light melody, and I... I became a dance.
-Alizah
It was spooky and creepy as I walked through the dark, gloomy, narrow path. Ever step I took was frightful. Monstrous creatures, like the ones from my nightmares would pop out and scare me half to death. I run, I scream, but get nowhere but the dead end of the maze. By now I am cornered by fat monster’s, with tomatoes as noses. The walls seem to be caving in on me. I’m starting to feel a little claustrophobic. My air ways seem to be closing up. I feel like I’m in a pool of water, just sinking to the bottom. I lay there, the big red blobs seem to be fading. The oxygen seems to be draining down. My body becomes numb. I no longer feel alive.
~caitlin
This past weekend, I spent an afternoon at the beach. After securing a parking space, I effortlessly slid my toes through the warm, welcoming sand that gently embraced my bare feet. Once near the soothing ocean’s edge, I settled solidly into a secure spot. I rose and with the assistance of a friendly breeze spread my towel over the golden sand. When I calmly lay my body down, the breeze returned and brushed sand playfully over my face. I rose up on my elbows to free the sand of me, and the sun’s rays, like hot, soothing shower water flowed across my eyes. My eyes closed; I only felt the sun’s invigorating warmth massage my skin. From the water’s edge ballooned buoyant, beautiful sounds of a young lovers’ intimate conversation. "Sweetie, ow' bout' we go fer' a walk? I truly is nice out der"! As their loving talk turned ever sweeter, I slowly sank into slumber.
-Leah Sowerbutts
The foul stench of sweat and rubber engulfed the bouncy house. Melted marshmallow clung to my fingers as I tried to prick it with a long stick. 23 screaming children ran about the yard. My sister's words, "Play with us, Liam," echoed in my ears for a long time. I tried to drown out those sounds with music but it was useless. You can imagine what a horrific experience my sister's seventh birthday was.
As I walk down the driveway I see a rainbow of balloons welcoming me to the streamer coated house. Before I can get into the house, I can here children laughing, giggling, and screaming about who knows what. I walk into the house with a rush of happiness, shyness, and pure excitement. "You can put you're gift over on the table, said my friends mom, you could tell she's been chasing kids around because she was out of breath, the children are outside playing a game." I hug my mom good-bye and head out for the excitement. When I see my best friend, I know Im not alone anymore. We talk about school, family and girly things, we drank punch, play games and eat cake. "Hey, I said to my friend, this might not be my party, but I had fun." She didn't say anything, just nodded her head.-shannon
It's the playoffs and my softball team is down 6-13 in the last inning and we have last up at bat. I know we are going to lose. My water bottle is smothered in dirt, but I still bring the grimy cap to my mouth and let the contaminated water spill onto my chapped lips. I'm not up to bat next for a while so all I can do is watch. My visor is on so tight I'm getting light headed, but who cares. Nothing really matters anymore. The pitcher on the other team is rocketing softballs from her hands, and I watch as the ball whizzes by like a bright, yellow comet. But when I look at the catcher's glove, I don't see the ball. Instead, I see a bat on the ground and my teammate is running to first base as the ball flies into the outfield.
"Run Cassandra, run!!!" My teammates from the dugout are screaming at the top of their lungs. Then before I know it, we are getting hits after hits, and runs after runs. My teammates come back into the dugout with bleeding knees from sliding into home plate, but we are all still laughing and cheering each other on. We yell things like, "Crush it," and "Go, go, go!!!" The energy went from zero to breaking the scale within minutes. Then I'm up to bat and we are miraculously tied at 13-13. The other team decides to pull their pitcher and bring in their best girl. I'm not scared though as I stretch along the sidelines and practice my swing. My coach pulls me over and tells me, "Just relax, go out there, and give it your best. No matter what happens you'll know you gave it all you got, and that's what matters. I know you can do it." Ok so now the pressure is really heavy on my shoulders. I put on my helmet, which muffles the sounds around me, and I step into the box. Taking deep breaths, my hands tighten around the bat and even though I'm wearing batting gloves, I know they are burning red. I can feel the hopeful eyes all around me, begging me. I can hear the distant noise of my teammates yelling, "Come on Kaylyn, smash it!" and "You can do it!" I stare straight into the pitcher's eyes and I don't look away. Not until she starts her windup, then I focus my eyes on the ball. It all happens so fast. The next thing I know is that the ball is right in front of me and right down the center, so I swing. I swing as hard as I've ever swung before and I feel the shock from the impact traveling up my arms. As my cleats sprint to first base, kicking up dirt, I see the yellow softball is still in the air and heading deep into the outfield. I know people are cheering but I block them out. All I do is run. By the time I'm at second base, my teammate who had been on second is jumping onto home plate. I did it. We won 14-13. My team goes berserk. My coach comes over to me with the biggest smile I've ever seen on her face and says, "I knew you could do it." Then I'm the one with the biggest smile.
-Kaylyn
Slowly swing through the gas filled air, stifling my breath. Fireworks were crashing through the air as destructive as a tsunami, stealing away the peaceful silence. We stopped abruptly. My hands immediately grabbed the handle bar for comforting safety like a child hugging their mother. "EWWWW!!!" I screamed as my finger dug into soft, gooey gum that was hidden in a crevasse. The section of gum that was imprinted by my finger glistened in the illustrious sunlight, creating a contrast of bright pink to the dark and grimy handle bar that was touched by millions everyday. The powerful wind brushed by my nose as it created screeching noises with the chair. It's funny that once I am up like a million feet in the air how I with i was back on the pavement with the trashcans overflowing with mice and bugs. Suddenly we jolted forward. My nervousness flew away into the endless blew sky and happiness took over.
-Victoria Bowen
Hiding behind a barricade while the rest of the area was war. Open fire was everywhere. No where to go, no one to see and fire without getting hit, no way of living another minute. Could this be the last time I went open fire on everyone? I couldn't let that catastrophe stop me. So got out of my little kid spot and went into the all out war zone. Balls of paint flying and splattering everywhere. Everywhere I go there's paint. Paint here, paint there, paint everywhere! Running through the battlefield. I go through my last stride and I go down. I looked at where the battle wound was. Square in the chest, game, set, match. I'm out, nothing to do about it. The opposing team had won, and our land was taken over. Waiting for the next round, everyone making strategy, when one of my teammates comes up to me and says, "We had them, just couldn't finish. We'll get them this round though." "Ya," I said, "We will."
-Chris Costich
When she walked into the living room, all eyes were on her, and away from me. This was the usual. She was the "good girl" of my family, innocent, and sweet. So they thought. After all, her parents did think she was worth a million, and gave her everything she had ever wanted! Her auburn hair was always professionally done up, and nails were always decorated with french tips. Her emerald green eyes sparkled, just like her expensive gold handbag slung on her shoulder. "She's always fake, yet everyone likes her." I said to myself, soft enough so no one could hear me. I was still refusing to look at her. This is my party... why does she always have the attention, even when I'm supposed to be the special one for tonight?! It just isn't fair! ~Sarah A.
"I'm only getting paid ten bucks to sit through this awful party." I was sitting in the middle of my five year old sisters princess birthday party. The back yard had to have 40 little girls in ball gowns having a tea party or riding a pony. The real pony had not shown up yet so our dog Marley had to dress up as a pony. Worst of all since I am the older brother I HAVE to be Prince Charming. I got at least 100 kisses on the cheek by little princesses. My sister Hanna asked me "Can you carry me to my place Prince Charming." Hanna knew I hated this and she wanted to make me unhappy. I was so happy when cake came because that meant the princesses were going home shortly. What I forgot was that all the princesses got a glitter popper after Hanna blew her candles out. So after the happy birthday song I got covered in 2 inches of pink and purple glitter. It was the worst day of my life.
-Meghan Conroy:)
John and I patiently waited for Bob to return from outside. He left nearly twenty minutes ago to check what the mysterious noise we heard from coming from the side of the house. Me and John exchanged looks of doubt. We knew he wasn't coming back anytime soon. The hairs on my neck stood up with fear as we heard the same sound again. "We have to go look for Bob. John said briskly, as putting his sweatshirt on.
"Oh fine." I replied . I was never very brave and I did not want to go outside at all. We opened the door and slowly crept outside. After taking a few steps we heard the sound again. I was sweating now. The hairs on the back off my were wet and felt like a caterpillar that had just been swimming.t As we turned around a corner I could make out a silhouette of bipedal figure. We couldn't tell if it was Bob or something else. "I guess we'll just have to find out
-Ethan Whipple
There were balloons everywhere. The brightly colored ribbons were everywhere and hanging high. The excitement of the party was electric. There was a delicately frosted cake with 8 candles placed on it. Ms. Clifton got the lighter from a drawer and lit all 8 candles. On the cake it said "Happy Birthday Francisco!". Francisco's grin was huge as he blew out his candles. But all of a sudden the cake started to slide slowly off the table and onto the floor.
- Declan FitzPatrick
Extravagant tea in the morning like a hot spring in my mouth easing my body head to toe. Wind grabbing at my face like a comb at hair. "Fond of the breeze yet?" I questioned my wife. "It could be gentler." She replied. "Yes I reckon it could be." I stated still in my delighted state. But this day was far the most extraordinary of the rest. The sun, a ball of fire always waiting to release something in the core of it, but I never can guess what. Clouds pass as a puff of cotton candy slowly drifting through the wind playing a game of follow the leader with the wind. And the sky a painting with an uncreative artists, but we admire its single color and its beauty.Why the mornings ease my soul to its core and tickle me with joy.
-Nick
Huntington
As I sat down to get all of my unwanted wait off of my tired legs. As I anxiously wanted my juice box to get past out so I could waste all of it in a second. And then it felt like it was going in slow mo as they cute the cake I was thinking if they could do it any faster but as soon as they were done I grabbed the cold sticky spoon to take a bite.
The bus bounces up and down endlessly. Kids and teens alike babble their time away. But I am beaming down at my phone, texting away my problems. A grin appears on my face. Despite his annoyance against me, he and I continue to virtually "spill the beans." But the more and more we confess our truths, I get more and more heavy hearted. Text after text, explaining who he has a crush on. Not me. I take a quick glance around me to conclude that no one is glaring at me. All I catch a glimpse of is the emptiness of being the last passenger on the bus. Tears start to stream down my cheeks, they scream out to me, " weakling." My heart beats faster and faster until it seems like it isn't. A gash was left in my soul, my affection for him crushed. I don't feel any anger, just disappointment. I always believed he liked me, cared for me. But he doesn't. Just another man bound for another woman.
-Amy J.
I'm up on the mountain. The sun trickles through the snow with a glimmering shine. The view of all the rooftops and lakes and world below, make me feel salubrious. As I strap in, I hear the clicking of the bindings. As I go down, the sound of the edges, make a very delicate sound. As I hit the rails, I hear the soothing sound of the waxed plastic surface of the rail, reminding me that every time hitting the rails is a new time, a new experience that I look forward to in the future.
-Alex A.
I walk into the slightly crowded, loud venue. The lights were dimmed and all you can hear is the voices of excited fans. About 30 minutes later the lights turn off and band members make there way to the stage. My heart beat grows faster as I hear the beginning beats of the drums, and the lead vocalist start singing the first few notes of one of my favorite songs. As the night goes on I realize that I will always remember this concert. I leave the venue and look back as I begin the first stages of post-concert depression.
~ Melinda Cormier
The Atrocity Of the smog from the smoke stacks flows over the barren city. All the buildings practically in ruins no poisonous humans to kill the land any further. The once prosperous city now in shambles because of the very snakes that polluted it. Without anything to stop the poison, it just continues to kill it.
Cole Johnson
The dim street lights flickered rapidly, threatening to shut off. The rain came down like a shower of bullets and leaves fell from the trees like the shattered fragments of broken dreams. Puddles were accumulating around the sides of the road and the mist obscured your vision. A tall figure stood at the end of the dark street.
"Johnny?", I yelled,"Johnny!?" I began to run down to wet street, but when i got just close enough to see the face of the figure, I tripped and tumbled down to the ground. My arms and legs were soaked. As I looked up I realized that the figure was gone. I turned around slowly and found myself face to face with Johnny. But this wasn't Johnny, no something was different. he opened his eyes but they were as dark as the pavement he stood on. My body shot up and I breathed in deeply. I pulled the covers back up and laid down. My breath became steady again. "I'll find you someday Johnny, I know you're not dead."
-Jimmy L.
(sorry its kind of demonic, It's just what came to mind when I was writing it. I don't even know a Johnny.)
"HAPPY BIRTHDAY DEAR BILLY! HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO YOU!!!" The chorus of toddlers echoes in my ear, and I scowl still mad about the fact that this is my fourteenth birthday and there is no one else my age here except my six cousins who are still atleast seven years younger than me. ''Would you like the first piece Billy?'' My mother exclaims grinning. I give her a nasty, cold, hard stare and mouth the words ''No thank you'' and I keep on scowling. She tilts her head and frowns at me before digging her knife straight down into the bright red cake that is slathered in a dark chocolate, with blobs of frosting here and there. Eventually everyone has a piece of cake sitting on a bright blue paper plate infront of them, accept me. Once everyone has finished shoving their face into their cake or carefully picking their cake apart piece by piece, my mom announce its time to open presents. See, I should be excited for presents. I should be saying ''Yay! Presents! Free stuff!'' But no thats not how it was. It was like this because all of my presents were either a sweater too tight or too big for me from my aunt, uncle or grandparents. Or it was a Thomas the Tank Engine set meant for a 6 year old given to me from my oh so kind little cousins. The rest of my party was composed of me saying thanks to my relatives for coming and trying to dodge the little toddlers racing up and down stairs or sprinting down hallways, playing a game of tag or something. After everyone left I happily accepted the gift of being able to lie down in my bed and go to sleep.
-A completely real and made-up story by: Mike Clark
Today is my last chance to qualify for the New England's in the 100 yard breaststroke. If I don't make it now, then I'll never be able to make it when I age up next year, and I'll lose my pride forever.
"You can do it," my coaches and friends would encourage me. "I know you can."
"And I know I can too," I'd reply, mellowly. "I didn't train that hard for nothing."
As I step behind the block, I can feel the Arctic breeze, soaring around in my head. I feel so tense. To loosen my muscles, I jump up and down, and shake my wrists and ankles, to free them from their cell. I put on my goggles, and defog them about ten more times in five seconds. I hear the short, double whistles, and I know that I should be swimming soon. "You can do it. I know you can," says the teensy voice in my mind, as I remember the last few words my coach had told me. When I look over, far to the left, I see my coach standing there, nodding his head. The, "never ending" whistle blows, and I step onto the block. I fix my goggles for the final time and force my left foot forward. "Take your mark," I hear the intimidating official speak into the microphone. I grab the block and pull myself back by about a centimeter. Then the buzzer goes off, and I take off, faster than a bullfrog trying to know a squirrel off its back. As I hit the smooth and delicate, refreshing water, I immediately start my pull-out, streamlining in the tightest position possible. When I start my last turn, I sprint my heart out, hoping that my lungs won't be all roasted before I even touch the wall. As soon as I'm close enough, I pound my palms, harshly into the touch-pad, and propel myself out of the water like a torpedo, only to see the time of a 1:14.92 on the scoreboard. Not only did I make New England's, but I also broke the team record by two milliseconds! When I'm out of the pool, I try to stay calm so it won't seem like I'm rubbing my genius in everyone's face, but I can't help it! The ferret inside of me takes over!
~Daranie Pin
The little girl knew that the frilly ray of light was cast by a fire. A vivid inferno that came from the kitchen. It was a playful flame, catlike, softly growling and hissing as it danced. Its fiery orange fur served as a hearth, crackling with the cat's every bound. A tail of swaying candle-wick tangs bobbed in a waltzing manner. She never took in the fact that little girls should not play with fire into consideration and she did like cats, after all. She was naive, but made up for it by being well-learned in her manners. Before entering, she had knocked the on the door, waiting for a reply. In turn, the door swiveled opened, and in the fresh light shed from the blaze, she inspected the sign on the door, stating, " COME TO THE KITCHEN. THE COOK NEEDS A HAND." . Upon turning towards the stove, the girl noticed that a bloated copper pot squat in the heart of the bonfire, and tending the pyre stew was a vague figure, masked by the shadows embedded in the hollows of their face. All she could identify with them was the glint of their eyes and their smile, with fire reflected in both. This figure is the fire, their purpose unpredictable, for fire is used to illuminate and to burn.
"You've come to help me?", inquired the cook.
The girl nodded in a silent reply, mesmerized by both the fire and the cook. She could not recognize the possible gender of their voice.
They rose from their crate and lead her to the counter, where they laid the cutting board. The cook snatched the girls wrist with hidden vigor, measuring her palm obsessively.
"This 'ill have to do," they decided. "The hands were all I needed left anyway."
Their grip on the girls wrist was agonizing. Their grip on the meat cleaver was tight too, so they could raise it over their head. The cook only needed one swing to make it come off in one clean blow.
-Jill Le
The young man penetrated the line of police officers waiting on the sidewalk. He then entered the decrepit restaurant to find two policemen, and a detective standing there. The elder of the group, the detective, looked like Joseph Stalin, with his bushy mustache, and sinister eyes. The others looked as if they had just gotten out of college. They both were in good shape, and didn't have the appearance of a dignified veteran. The older one took a couple steps towards the young man, and with his intimidating appearance. He looked straight into the young man's eyes, and asked "Excuse me, do you recognize this woman."
The policeman held a picture up. The young man replied with a firm "No, I have not."
He was quite convincing, but the detective had been in the business for a long time. He had gotten to know when someone was trying to deceive him, so when he saw the slightest quiver in the young man's eyebrow when he displayed the photograph he knew he lying. The only question was, what could the young man be hiding?
-Luke
The pretty, happy pink burns my eyes as I stare at the balloons trying to escape this horrible place. It's typical that my mom would force me to go. There's something grotesque with this family, but like her perky self she doesn't understand. The little girl never smiles, and the older brother never comes out of their house, and I know I have seen him in the window. And the girl my age who's throwing this birthday party, is a tall twig with suspicious devil eyes. Her hands are cold and as white as the snow, only angel words come out of her mouth, when parents are around. She is a creepy witch outside in when parents aren't near by. I loathe her. All she does is laugh at me, stare at me, and try's to make me jealous, but it doesn't work I know she's just jealous of me.
-Rachel D.
Right when I wake up, I know it's going to be a great day. I feel the excitment as I was walking down the stairs. Balloons and streamers everywhere. Chocalate chip pancakes are waiting patiently on the kitchen table. It's pretty late in the morning, so my friends and family will be here soon. For my "surprise party". Right as I finish the delicious pancakes, my parents and brother walk in. They give me a warm "happy birthday" and give me a huge hug. Once their done with that, my mom wants to know if I wanted to go "shopping" with her. I say yes, as usual. This happens every year. I go shopping with my mom, so my dad and brother set up more decorations. Then when I come home, everyone hides, and then I walk in acting "surprised". Its not that I don't like it, I'm just getting TOO used to it. So I get ready and go shopping with my mom. Once I come home, I get super excited. What do they have for me this year? A movie outside on the gigantic projector, the huge water slide, or just a normal (but still really fun) party?, I thought to myself. Right as we pull into the driveway, I quickly get out of the car, and sprint up the stairs. I open the door and nobody jumps out and yells surprise. There's no more decorations, beside the ones from this morning. There's nothing at all. All of my spirits fell to the ground.
-Olivia M.
Black. That's all I see. That's all I ever see when I wake up. Until the nice men in the white suits turn on the lights. I can't do it myself, because the same men put me in a cozy jacket. I get to hug myself all day! What could be better than that? Anyway, I get a nice bouncy room all to myself. It's not like I'm alone or anything. I have my friends, too. I have Fiffel, Sooki, Miley Cyrus (because that's the one I don't like) ,and Bob. Fiffel is small, and likes to watch Sooki. Sooki is my second best friend, because he's the one that tells me if I bounce up and down, I get to see even more friends. Miley is my least favorite, she is always running into things. Bob is the blossom to my tulip. The back to my pack. The straight to my jacket, but most importantly, the ice to my cream. I like ice cream.
~Meighan McCarthy
Red and green sprouting all around, exuberantly long lines of people impatiently waiting to get on their favorite, thriller rides. Amusing fireworks, of a sparky burst, like pop rocks, popping in the wet cave of your mouth. The extraordinary castle show, is so spot on with perfection. People in all different character costumes making all the little kids go insane.
-Jillian DeFrancesco
As the flashing red and blue lights pulled into my driveway, with the siren going as loud as my heart beat . I know what I did was wrong but, what will my parents think, what will my friends think, what will my reputation be after I get arrested at the age of 15? Will I ever get a job or will I be that punk who went to jail before he was able to drive, drink, or even vote for his own president? Is my life ruined after only 15 years?
- Cooper Mathews
As I was walking down the avenue I saw a soda can just laying in the middle of the road like a rock waiting to be picked up and thrown. As I strutted towards the soda can I cautiously looked around to see if any one was looking at me and no one was. I thought I some one saw me they would say," look at that snob, picking up soda cans for drinks". As I walked towards it I slowly bended down to pick it up and drink it. As I did that I opened the can cap and every body heard it open..."look at that snob he is picking up cans for drinks in the park". I had no idea what to do then. I just dropped the can and ran for my life until I could no longer hear those laughs taunting me. I ran so fast I was like a cheetah hunting its prey. I will never forget this day nor those people who humiliated me in front of every body.
The sound of my footsteps echoed across the hall of horrors. The flashlight darkened to signal new batteries but theses are the last ones that I brought along with me for the journey. The stench reeked of old lady perfume and rotten I-don't-even-know-what causing the tip of my nose to cringe. The screech of car's brakes catches me off guard because that isn't any old brake screech that's... BAM , the way you lose consciousness is something everyone forgets but when you die it's something that no one forgets.
-Zachary Pearson
It was the night before my birthday and I couldn't wait to have my birthday. I went to bed early thinking the day would come faster. In the morning I woke up extra early to celebrate my birthday. I could not wait till everyone finish their breakfast so I went right ahead and opened all of my present It was definitely worth is because it was everything that I wanted. I suddenly started playing everything in sight till the darkness hit and it was the start of a new day.
-Max Bigelow
Moaning, screaming, and crying were all my stomach seemed to know how to do, i swear. Food was all my weak body yearned for. My brother and I both lay in the middle of a barren beyond belief desert. My heavy eye lids twitched at just the effort to open them. My cold empty eyes glance towards my brother and then we made eye contact. His eyes immediately shut like he was ashamed, but why? My eyes then moved up to the gun my brother had brought for protection. Then, the idea hit me. I could only bear starving for so long. But I just could never eat another being of my own species, especially my brother. My eye lids then avalanches back down to my face. I heard a movement of sand shortly after, then a click of metal. Out of curiosity, my eyes opened once again where I find a gun staring into my eyes. I had lost my life and my body, all to my brother. -Eric C.
I step into the cart that is attached to the snake that leads me into the dark wretched tunnel. Manikins that hang along the tunnel makes me insides churn with fear I yelp every once in a while when they growled at me. As wobbled out my cousin said "You okay."
I reply "Never been better!"
Latifah
Each time my foot landed, a puff of dust billowed up from the earth's surface. Tiny grains of sand were blasted with my shins as I ran full force into them. The home plates's edges were covered with dust, but it's center stuck out like a flashlight in my eyes. I didn't hear the crowd cheering and I didn't see my mother jumping up and down behind the home plate fence. my muscles extended beyond their ability and each stride grew in inches. I could feel the presence of my enemy, the ball,creeping up behind me. I knew that it was time to slide into the dry sand.I dove down with my right arm flying through the air, just like superman always did. I squinted my eyes looking through the cloud of dust. I could not help but inhaling particles of dirt the clung to the inside of my nose. As I heard the ball break through the air above me, I made my hand extend further. It smacked home plate with a heaviness and power that the sound could have been made from a hundred pound weight. As my hand rested on the plate and my chest heaved up and down gasping for air, I heard the ball smack into the catchers mitt. It was just a second too late.
-Sydney
The folded paper seemed to mock me, as I stared at the grades I had just received. This day will haunt me forever. As progress reports were handed out kids rushed over to their friends to share grades. Not me, I was the one who did not share with my friends. Furious does not even begin to describe how angry I really was. I had received my first bad mark, EVER! ~Brittnee Goyette
It was the day of the play offs championship. I could feel the nervousness in my stomach like butterflies flying around in there. When we skated out onto the ice, my entire team was pumped up for the game. At the end of the game, we won! I felt so proud to be able to skate up to the president of the league and give him a nice and firm handshake. I got to go home with pride to have won the game.
~ Connor V
As I swung the bat, putting all I could into it. I hit the ball. I turned and sprinted towards first while I was running I saw the ball fly mid-left I was running almost as fast as I could. I started turning the corner and kicked off first and kept running for second. When I reached second I kept going. All I could hear were my coaches yelling "go-go-go-go", so go I did I sprinted with all the energy I had in me I made it to third with time to spare. That was my first triple. It was a lead off triple in the championship game.
~Thomas B
Standing there, thinking. What do I have to do. Watching the batter. Deciding what to throw. Hoping he misses. "Strike one" yells the ump. Throw the same pitch. "Foul". That is a nightmare. Knowing he can hit that pitch, I choice the one that I use in these type of situation. If it works, we win. I throw the pitch that could break my arm. I throw ever so cautiously. "Strike three. Your out!" We win. But it is also the beginning of the end on my baseball career.
Andrew
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