Thursday, June 28, 2012

The Whopper by Savannah

THE WHOPPER When I reeled it in I saw a ten foot fish on my line. It was red and pink together on the fish. Then my Dad got his camera out and took my picture of me with the biggest fish. Then my Dad took it off the line and put it back in the water to have it free. The judges came over and handed me a trophy that said it was the biggest fish ever on it. Then I told my Dad I like fishing now, it is the best ever! Everyone from school came and said good job for catching the biggest fish. I told my Dad I called the fish Amy because that is my name and I caught that big fish. My Dad told me he was happy to see me catch that fish. I told my Dad we can go fishing together all the time now. That was when I caught the biggest fish named Amy.

Tuesday, September 6, 2011

Another Sad Story

Hi! My name is Jessica Fox, but people call me Jessy. I am from California. I know, right? Pretty cool. In the year 2009, I moved to Las Vegas, Nevada. You might have thought, "Wow, she gets to live in Nevada." But, I was not happy about it. I had to leave all my wonderful friends, and for a twelve year old, that was horrible. I cried in bed for nights while my Mom was trying to make me feel better. I started Las Vegas Public School, my teachers were mean and didn't like me. Kids were laughing at me when I passed by, they called me the newbie. In the middle of the terribly bad year, a boy came up to me. He told me his name was Todd Mizrke and if I needed a friend, he was there. One month later Todd and I were the best of friends.

August 31, 2009, my Mom died. We don't know how, but when I got home fro school she was on the floor not breathing. I didn't go to school for two weeks while friends and family dropped by. The whole time I was locked in my room. Todd came over every day with my homework. When I did go back to school everyone was nice to me, even the teachers. Only I was in a whole different world, the world that still had Mom in it. We were still in California, only Todd was there and all my old friends. I woke up from my daydream in the nurse's office. "What happened?" I asked. The nurse said, "You passed out." Then I stood up and left very quickly I have never passed out before. I ran my fingers through my long black hair. As I walked down the hall, my thoughts were a blur, I couldn't think straight.

Three years later I had more friends and Todd. Things were going great. My birthday was coming up June 22, turning 16. When my birthday arrived I was in the hospital with Dad and Todd. When the nurse came in she said I had brain cancer. I went to school with a scarf on my head. No one saw me, only Todd. He would hang with me every second. He would try to make me laugh like I used to everyday. When I got home, I went to my room. I did my homework and locked the door, then started crying. I knew soon my world would go blank, black like a midnight sky with no stars, no happiness, no smiling, no laughing, and no Todd. Before my Mom died she told me to live today happy because there may be no tomorrow.

By Wren, 6-Z

Saturday, September 3, 2011

THE THIRD FLOOR BEDROOM

It all happened when someone left the window open in the third floor bedroom. Johnny was brushing his teeth when he heard a strange noise almost like a window was open. He slowly set down his toothbrush and crept into the bedroom. He noticed the window was open and the drapes were ripped to shreds. He felt a cold chill down his spine when he felt those scrawny little hands with nails so razor sharp they could penetrate the skin with a mere poke.

He screamed and ran down the hall, down the spiral staircase and into the kitchen where he decided he was safe. He was wrong. He felt the hand again. He grabbed it, turned around, and saw Sam's smiling face right behind him.

By Seth, 6-T

Tuesday, July 5, 2011

THE BOOK

There once was a boy who had a book. Not a small book, not a big book, just a plain medium sized book. A book that he loved and cherished. One chilly morning, Maxwell (the boy) and his book went for a walk in the chilly park. Once he and his book got there, he started swinging on the swing. After that, he went to the slide, but when he got down to the ground, he realized that his precious book was not in his hands. So he went back to the swings, and back tot he top of the slide to see if he had put it there, but it was still not there. After that, he looked all around the park, but it wasn't anywhere!

Then he decided to go back home, without his book. On his lonely trip back, he saw a thing in the grass that looked like his book! As soon as he saw it, he ran toward it like a dog chasing a squirrel. Once he came closer to the mysterious object, he saw that it was not his book; it was a textbook that a student had thrown away so they could get out of doing their homework. Once he had figured out that it was not his book, he started crying. He started bawling. He started wanting his book more than ever in his entire life. He wanted that book more than anything he had ever wanted.

The he started for home. When he got there, his parents asked, "Maxwell, where is your book?"

Maxwell tilted his head down and quietly said, "I don't know. I lost it at the park."

Then his parents say in unison, "Why in the world would you do that?!"

After thinking about whether he should be very mad or sad, Maxwell replies, "I didn't mean to!!!"

His mother's response was, "What do you mean you didn't mean to? You just lost your most prized possession! How can you not be screaming your head off trying to find it?"

Then the tears started rolling down Maxwell's cheeks as soon as he heard them say it. "Well, fine, I'll go look for it again!"

Once the door closed, the parents ran to the window to see their only child go off, away from his home. They knew they should go after him, but they just watched, depressed.

After about forty five minutes, they went out looking for him. Once they got to the park, they could not find Maxwell anywhere! Then they started calling his name. No one answered. They realized that he had to be somewhere in the small town, so they kept looking. AFter about an hour, they decided to split up.

Before they did, Maxwell's Mother remembered that she had requested that when Maxwell was born, the surgeons would put a tracking device in his ears. She quickly pulled the remote that would lead them to their only son, out of her purse. There was a red dot where Maxwell was supposed to be. It glowed right next to where Maxwell's Mother and Father were standing, but when the mother looked up and turned around, she was no one but her husband.

Just then, a big gust of wind covered the park with chills. When she and her husband looked down, they saw a small earpiece that was blinking a red light. That also meant that their only son was missing. So they decided to go to the police.

Once they got there, she knocked on the door of the station, and instantly a man opened the heavy door and asked why they were there. In reply, she said, "My only son has gone missing!"

Then the officer went to go get the chief who said, "What's this I hear about a missing child?"

"My son is missing, chief!" exclaimed Mrs. Wilson, the mother of Maxwell.

Then the chief said, "Is this the first time you've lost him?"

"Yes." Mr. Wilson said.

"How long have you lived here?" asked the chief as he led them inside.

"We've lived here for twenty years and our son has been here for eleven years, since he is eleven years old." Mrs. Wilson told him.

"Well, then, he knows his way around town, right?" asked the chief.

"Yes, he knows his way around town, so we have nothing to worry about, right?" Mrs. Wilson replied.

Then they all started to look in the park again. After they spent fifteen minutes searching, they started looking for him in the house, and when they looked in his room, there sat Maxwell holding his book tightly.

When his parents walked in, they instantly asked, "Where did you find your book?"

Maxwell replied, "I found it right at the top of the slide, but in the corner of the floor."

Then his parents hugged him harder than he had ever been hugged in his entire life. After he was almost robbed of his last breath of air, they let go. That's how Maxwell Wilson found his beloved book.

THE END

SUBMITTED BY Hannah, 6-T

Thursday, June 23, 2011

My Puppy That's Fat

Hello, my name is Jack. I am obsessed with fat dogs and I am very sad today. It all started 4 years ago. I kept bugging my parents to get a dog for me. At last my parents say when you get home there will be a dog for you. So I went to school and all day I was thinking of a fast, thin, excited dog. So after school, on the bus, I was imagining what kind of dog my parents will get me. Then I get off the bus, run inside, and see a fat dog laying on the floor, upside down. At first it felt like I was about to cry, but later at dinner I realized how cute my wiener dog is. Oh yea, I forgot to tell you, it's a fat, fat, wiener dog. So over the years I realized how cute my puppy is and I wanted it to get even fatter. So I feed it more food. About a week ago, we took our dog to the vet for it's yearly check up, but they found something wrong. This wiener dog is 70 pounds, when it's supposed to be 10 pounds.

SUBMITTED BY IAN

Tuesday, June 21, 2011

THE LOSER CLUB

I slowly ate my cereal because I knew that I would have to go to school and face...them. Every day that I went to school, I was teased by them about anything they felt was wrong with me. It could be my shoes, my hair, anything. I don't even know what I did to them. As soon as I started middle school, they attacked me.

I was walking to my first period class when...

"Hey, check it out. It's the captain of the Loser Club! How many times do I have to tell you, Olivia? Stay out of my way!"

That was Collette, or Cloe for short. I call her Collette just to bug her.

"Stop bugging me, Collette!" I said.

"Don't call me that! You know that I absolutely hate that name! Call me Cloe or I'll make your life miserable."

"Well, it doesn't matter because you already are making my life miserable!"

"Well, how about we all make your life miserable?"

Then, Collette's two "friends" came around the corner. They're Michelle and Rachel.

"Yeah! Let's make her so miserable that she will have to stay home and away from school!" exclaimed Rachel.

"No, no, no. That's not necessary." said Michelle.

She's the nice one, but she doesn't act that way around the other two.

"Yeah. Michelle is right. That's a little too miserable, but we can make it to where she is afraid to leave her first class and go to her next classes," said Collette.

*Rrrrrrrrrriiiiiiiinnnnnnnnggggggggg!*

"Oh, come on! We have to get to first period or we'll get detention...again. See you, Loser!" yelled Collette as she ran the wrong hallway. I ran into my class just as the last bell rang.

"Almost late again, Miss Goldfield," Ms. Chamber, my teacher, said.

"Sorry Ms. Chambers. Sorry for the delay!" I said dramatically, dropping my heavy books on my desk.

"Please don't do it again," said Ms. Chambers.

"Yes, Ms. Chambers. I'm sorry."

"Alright class, let's talk math."
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I walked out of first period, terrified. I started running to my locker. Just as I had arrived, Collette, blocked my locker so I couldn't get into it.

"Oh?! Is somebody trying to put their books away?? I-"

"More like NOBODY!!!!" laughed Rachel.

I don't think you're going to, Loser," Collette said, while the others giggled. "Um..... Well, you have to go get your books or you'll be late and get DETENTION!!!!!!!!" I explained.

"We asked to go to the bathroom soon before the bell rang and really went to our lockers and got our books so we could trap you....here," explained Collette.

The school principal started walking down the hallway so Collette and her "crew" pretended they were just walking by. I escaped the rest of the day without anymore encounters. But on my walk home....

"Hey, captain of the Loser Club!! Where do you think you're going?? Michelle, go tease her while I talk to little Miss Blabbermouth over here!!" exclaimed Collette.

"Will do," said Michelle.

So, Michelle walked over to me and pulled me into an alley.

"Listen! Before you start teasing me or anything, let me just say something," I said. "Please just tell me why you guys hate me so much! I don't understand what I did to deserve this kind of torture. I can't even walk home without being ambushed by a group of...BULLIES!!!! It's unfair! Explain to me what I did wrong! Please!!!!!!"

"Don't worry. I'm not going to do anything to you! I don't even know why I'm in her "crew". I don't get it! She randomly chooses people in the halls to RUIN other people's lives!! She does the same thing for the victim. She'll go around and pick people who she can torture. I'm so sorry. I never would have done this except for the fact that if I didn't she would torture me more than she tortures you! Oh! I hear her coming. Think of something sad and start crying! Please!"

"How bad did you tease her?" asked Collette, with a smirk on her face. "Oh, I teased her a little. Not too bad though.," replied Michelle.

I ran to the corner of the dead end alley and pretended to cry until actual tears started coming out of my eyes.

"Well, you got her in the corner crying. I'd say you slapped her or something! You're amazing. Oh. We're going to have to look for a new crew member. I kicked Rachel out for talking to the principal and mentioning me torturing Olivia.

"Did you get into trouble?" asked Michelle.

"No, she didn't mention my name, just that she new me. Okay, time for some torture. Come here Olivia."

Not knowing what was going to happen next I walked over and Collette said......

"Now don't tell anyone what I'm doing to you or I'll do this every period, everyday, all year long."

Next, she slapped me in the face and kicked my ankle. I cried out in pain, grabbed my backpack, and started limping home.

"See you later, Captain Loser of the Loser Club. Oh! And don't forget, don't tell anyone!"

"Why did you do that? That was horrible! You're a cruel freak! I quit! I'm walking home with Olivia and never talking to you again! Wait up, Olivia!" exclaimed Michelle (I told you she was nice).

I turned around and saw MIchelle running towards me saying, "Wait up!" Then I looked behind her and saw Collette standing there with her mouth hanging open.
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The next day, I walked into school and there was NO Collette, but I still walked into the principal's office that afternoon.

"Hello, Ms. Goldfield. How are you today?" asked our principal, Mr. Rowe.

"Not awesome, but better. Collette Burn has been bulling me and slapped and kicked me in an alley yesterday, after school. She also teases me here in school," I explained.

Mr. Rowe looked like he would pass out. He was freaking out!!

"She did WHAT?!?! I can't believe it! Since it is Thursday, she will be suspended on Friday and might have other punishments. I can't believe that she would do such a thing! Thank you, Olivia, for telling me!! I'll see you later."

"Alright Mr. Rowe. Have a nice day."

I left feeling better now that I had told someone.
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After that, I never really talked to Collette and she didn't talk to me either. I went the rest of my school years never talking to her, but now, at age 26, we talk all of the time. She said she was sorry and we became friends. Great friends.

If you are being bullied, tell a trusted adult. The bully could apologize and even become one of your best friends.

SUBMITTED BY ALEXIS, 6-W

Friday, June 17, 2011

THE BIG WHITE DAY

There is a kid named Jerry Lenard. He liked to snow board. But one day Jerry was snow boarding and he fell off and broke his ankle. His Dad was so angry because Jerry also played on the high school football team. His Dad said, "You're going to be out for awhile", and his Dad also said "You're not going to be the same." His Dad was very disappointed. So the next day he went to school and a lot of people were asking, "how did you break your ankle?" He was like, "fell off a snowboard." That night he was sleeping and dreamed that he was in the 2012 Olympics. Then what happened was that he was one of the best snowboarders in the world. Then, he won 5 gold medals and 1 silver medal. Then he woke up from the dream and he was like, I was I can be in the Olympics. But when he went downstairs because he went to eat but his Mom wasn't there. Then he went to check to see if they are in their bedroom. But no, they weren't there. But he thought they might be in the garage. And there they were with the new car and snowboard. The car was a new Chevy Camaro SS. The snowboard is orange and black which are my favorite colors. That's also the color of the Camaro. I ran and said, "Thank you Mom and Dad" loud. And they're like, "You got a scholarship to Texas Tech University for football." Jerry played the position of quarterback and was the best in the district. He also plays baseball but he isn't as good at baseball as he is at football. In football he could pass, run, and kick the ball good. He's playing quarterback for Texas Tech University. That night they went out to eat to celebrate my scholarship. We went to eat at Longhorn Steak House. AFter that we went to Custard's Last Stand and got a Reese's concrete. The concrete when you tip it over it doesn't fall to the ground. Plays they have checkers that you can play and eat your ice cream. I beat my Dad because I had kings on all my Checkers. Also we went to a go cart track that was huge. After I won we went home. That was the best night ever. When he went to bed and had the same dream as last night. When I woke up, I ate breakfast then I drove my Camaro to school everybody was like NICE CAR then I'm like thanks got it from my parents for getting a scholarship for Texas Tech and so they gave me a car and a new snowboard. That day went smooth. But when he gets to his car there's someone sitting on his car and blows up in anger. When he gets home and has to get ready for college. In college, he was a big success. THE END

SUBMITTED BY CONNOR, 6-Z