Sarah's Story

Chapter 1: The Arrest
Hello, my name is Sally Storm. I live in Seattle, Washington. I go to South Park Middle School. My best friend's name is Avery, but she goes by Lily. Don't ask me why, but she does.

Lily is not a normal 15 year old. Her Dad is never around and Mom is always drink so most of the time when she comes to school she smells like alcohol 'cause her Mother drinks so much of it, it rubs off on Lily and she's got marks all over her face. That is if she even there. Her Mother has taken her out of school so many times she has flunked the seventh grade twice.

I have called the police multiple times, but they can never prove that she is the reason Lily has all of those scars on her face and she is hardly ever in school. The police finally got on my last nerve that they never even try to find evidence that Lily's Mom is doing all of these things to her. So, I said, "go over and watch for yourself, her Mom is drunk every" after I asked nicely for them to go over to Lily's house.

The police officer named Billy said, "That is no way for you to talk to a police officer."

"I'm surprised you even call yourself a police officer, because you sure don't act like one. Just sitting around here eating donuts all day wearing a uniform doesn't mean you're a police officer, well, at least not in my book." I said.

"You lady, come with me. That is no way to talk to a police officer," said Billy.

"There you go again calling yourself a police officer."

"Now, I am definitely not checking out your friend's house."

"This has nothing to do with Lily. Fine I'll just tell another police officer."

Chapter 2: The Car Ride

"Hey, what are you doing Sally? Calm down, you just need to get in the car and take a short ride down to juvenile detention center."

"Why? I didn't do anything."

"Yeah you did. You smart-mouthed an officer."

"I have to go to the Juvenile Detention Center for that. You ever heard of freedom of speech?"

"You didn't let me finish. You also killed someone," said Billy.

"No, I didn't" shouted Sally.

"Yes, you did it, says right here, Sally Storm had 1103," Billy exclaims.

"What's a 1103?" Sally asked.

"It means you murdered someone." Billy said.

"Then who did I murder?" Sally asked.

"That is confidential," said Billy.

"You're accusing me of this and I can't even know." Sally asked madly.

"I told you it was top secret any way we are here." says Billy.

Chapter 3: The Arrival

"You don't know, do you?" questioned Sally.

"Fine, I'll tell you who you killed even though you already know you killed her." Billy said.

"So, who is it?" Sally asked angrily.

"Oh, it's Luccinda Walker." Billy said.

"That's Lily's Mom and no, I would never kill Lily's Mom. Lily's my Best Friend. Is that why she wasn't at school this morning? Poor Lily." Sally said.

"Let's go inside. I need to check you in." said Billy. I didn't say anything. I was still in shock about Lily's Mom. As we walked in, I saw the front desk and on each side of the desk were two doors that were locked. I tried to see if there was anything else but I didn't see anything. I was still in shock and then at the front desk the guy that was talking to Billy had a name tag that said Logan Walker. I just stood there staring at his name, trying to process all of this information. When Billy said that I needed to come with him, I just stood there as if my brain was not connected to my feet anymore. That's when Billy came over and asked if I was alright.

I said, "no I'm not alright. Do I look alright?" Billy just looked at me then picked me up. I yelled at him to put me down I kicked and screamed, but he wouldn't let go, he just tightened his group around my waist.

Chapter 4: My Cell

When we got to my cell I see there is another boy, but he has his back turned so I can't see his face. When Billy opens the cell he walks in then sets me down then leaves. I ask the boy, "What's your name?"

The boy says, "Nathan."

"Nathan, have you been here very long?" I asked. Nathan just stood there and didn't say anything. I asked him, "Is there something wrong? Did I say something?"

Nathan answered, "Nothing's wrong, it was the past. There is nothing we can do to change it."

As he was saying that, I realized he was totally hot! Nathan said, "Quit looking at me like that."

I look up at that moment. He said, "What's your problem?"

That's when I heard a bell. It sounded like a school bell, but I think it was louder. I asked, "what's that?"

He said, "That means that they are coming around with our food for dinner..."

"Sally, my name is Sally."

"Oh, ok, well, Sally."

"What is for dinner?" Sally asked.

"Meatloaf." said Nathan.

"What do you do all day?" Sally asked.

Nathan said, "Nothing really. If we have a cell mate we talk with them but other than that, nothing."

"They don't even give you a book?" Sally asked.

"Well, sometimes, if we are lucky, but a lot of us can't even read." Nathan said.

"Can you read?" Sally asked Nathan.

"No" Nathan said, Shamely.

"Then on the days I can get a book I will teach you how to read" Sally said.

"You don't have to, it's not like I will ever get out of here." Nathan said.

Sarah, 6-Z

THE SOLDIER

My name is Deven Boost. Well, first let's talk about my life. I have two kids named Bill and Nick. I also have a wife. Love my country so I decided to go into war. In Afghanistan. When I first got there I kinda new how to shoot a gun 'cause I was a big time hunter. But I am out of shape. So I was afraid of the hard workouts. First all of the new people were divided into teams. They put me in Team 4. My drill Sergeant was very mean. He was black and bald, he had brown eyes and he was ripped. Then I was knocked out.

SUBMITTED BY GARRETT, 6-Z

Chapters 1 and 2

Chapter 1
Laying in bed I realized how good my life used to be. USED to be. I kept hearing that voice and number in my head. "133" the man in the T.V. kept saying. I knew my life was about to be a mess. It was going to be weapons, knives, jungles, and enemies. I would have the worst enemy of my life. It would be me and about 20 other men in my platoon against the N.V.A. and the Vietkong. I called up my Mother, telling her I loved her. She broke down crying, knowing that this is probably the last time I would talk to her. She hung up the phone. I chocked back a tear and gathered what I thought I needed. I got in my car, turned the ignition and headed off for base.

Chapter 2
I was surrounded by hundreds of men. We were on a chopper headed to the most dangerous place on Earth. "Alright men" our commanding officer said, "we're going to be dropped in an open field 800 miles from Cambodia's border. When we are on missions you are to remain with your platoon. If any one on this plane is caught deserting, Shoot 'em."

Suddenly the chopper's doors opened and we all stopped onto a grassy field. "Stencil" is what they called me. I was in charge of my platoon. My platoon consisted of 12 men. Me, houndog, Williams, Arrow, Fox, Trojan, Oho, Linden, Goose, Eyes, Shock, and Cross. The first night we went on a mission to search for NVA... Eyes was on point (Leader for group). We walked for three hours then decided to get some rest. "Oho, you take first shift," I said. "Why me?" "Because I told you!" "Man, I'm tired." "Why don't you take it cap-tain!" "Fox, hand me your knife. Let me ask you something Oho. Do you like your fingernails? "Yes, sir." "Well, if you want to keep them, I suggest you take watch!"

SUBMITTED BY DALTON, 6-W

DR. PSYCHO!

Dr. Psycho (The Sequel to Dr. Baldy)

Hi. I'm back. Remember me? If not, I'm Jarahara from the Mr. Baldy book. Now you remember me? Good! You know the guy who moved in Mr. Baldy's house. Turns out...he's worse. I call him Dr. Psycho, but his real name is Vector Hamnut. He says he has a pet shark but I've seen it in the window and it looks like a fish bowl with a dead snail.

One day Dr. Psycho was in his backyard and he was in his speedo, with a rain hat on, snow boots, a rake, and a bag of potato chips. PSYCHO!

He has a huge toenail, it's green with purple polk-a-dots. It's gross.

Today he ran around his house holding his clock in his hand yelling, "noon time to go to my psychiatrist" over and over again. He doesn't have a car so after a while he ran down the street to his psychiatrist. When he came back he was crying, screaming "My psychiatrist kicked me out."

Finally I went into his house and locked him in the basement. I'm now psycho-free until he finds out that I really didn't lock the door.

SUBMITTED BY CLAIRE, 6-T

THE HOUSE ON FIRST STREET

One night there were four children, Darla, Abby, Sean, and Zack. They were walking by an old, dark, abandoned house. First, one minute it was quiet and the next minute they heard trees whistling, barking coming from the basement, and screaming coming from the bedroom. So they decided to go up there and look through the window. Then Darla said, "Wait." She saw something on the ground. So she picked it up and it said, "Property redemn". Then she said "It looks spooky in there, I love spooky!" Shouted Sean, "Let's go in." "OK!" shouted Zach. So they stepped inside and the door slammed shut. Then, they turned around and Zack was gone. They heard a voice that said, "HaHaHa." "Run for the back door" shouted Abby. But it was already boarded up. Something appeared rocking back and forth she looked it was gone. She turned her head it appeared. After that they heard a scream they turned around Abby was gone. Sean you got us into this now get us out! shouted Darla.
"Me?" yelled Sean.
"Yes, you" Darla said.
"You all agreed!" said Sean.
"Fine just get us out of here!"
Penultimate Darla disappeared. Sean heard a voice that sounded exactly like Darla's voice turned around and Darla was gone. Sean ran as fast as he could and to the quickest place place he saw. He ran to the basement and Darla, Abby, and Zack were there tied up, and Sean saw a razor blade and he used it to untie them. The windows were boarded up but there was a hole in it so the neighbor's children heard them screaming and they went to get their parents and their parents got a pole and broke the window. Zack, Abby, Darla, and Sean all got safely to the parents, and went home and never went back ever again. The end.

Submitted by Mikeah, 6-Z

CHEESE

Cheese is good in many opinions. Cheese comes from milk that comes from cows! I am writing about cheese because it's good. Cheese goes by many names and comes in different shapes and forms. For example: Cheese sticks, cheese burgers, cheese pizza, cheese bars. It's also dairy which is good for you. Now here is a story on cheesy man named Mr. Cheesey. Mr. Cheesey walked out of his house but first gave cheese to his pet mouse. The mouse is named (This is where you think, Cheese?) Weese. So Mr. Cheese went to work at (Insert your thoughts here) The Cheesecake Factory. Mr. Cheese works 6 hours a day, 4 days a week. When he goes home he eats his food item with cheese then sleeps. The End.

Submitted by Megan, 6-T

At Peace

As I lay amongst the autumn leaves,
Listening to the wind whistling through the treetops,
I am at peace

The sound of children laughing,
The smell of the wind fills my nostrils.
I am at peace.

The assurance of His presence fills my heart
I am at peace.

Submitted by Madeline, 6-W

Phil, The Chicken that Tried to Cross the Road

Part III: He's Back? I Thought He was Dead!

It was dark and Phil was scared out of his feathers. He was trapped in a small confined space and he didn't know where he was. He was screaming at the top of his lungs, yet no one could hear him. He tried moving his wings around, but he couldn't make anything - anything at all - move. He even tried making the traditional chicken sound, bock-bock, but nobody could hear that, either.

Suddenly, he heard a sound to break the seemingly unending silence. It was the sound of digging-digging of a grave. Phil now knew where he was. He was in a chicken-sized coffin! Phil gathered his strength and pushed as hard as he could on the lid of the coffin.

Finally, he was able to push open the lid. With a cry of "Thank Bob I'm Free!" he jumped out of the vastly under-sized coffin and scared the fur and feathers off all of the collected animals.

"Wha..." I thought you were dead, Phil! Are you a ghost?" said Tom, the disabled alien from upstate New Jersey.

"What are you talkin' about? asked Phil. "I was just sleeping!"

Then, Phil asked, "Now, I got a question. Did I make it across?" As Phil should have guessed, there was a big collective "NO!" from the congregated animals. This puzzled Phil because he knew he was on the opposite side of the road from where he had started. Phil decided to voice his thoughts. "If I didn't make it across, then how come I'm standing here right now?"

"He may be a daredevil, but he certainly isn't that bright. His head's like an egg, and the yolk is the size of his brain," muttered Phil, the other disabled alien from upstate New Jersey.

Tom said, "Dude. Phil, you were run over by that haunted "The End of Your Days" funeral car. We had to carry your pretty much lifeless body from there to here. I suggested asking that stupid funeral car to do it, but most of the others didn't think that would be right. Don't you remember anything?"

"All I remember is getting about half way across the road then falling asleep because I was tired," said Phil.

Then Phil was struck with an idea. He ran to where a podium for speaking was set up. He spoke into the microphone like he wanted the whole world to hear. "Attention barn animals and disabled aliens from New Jersey! There is something I would like to say! As you well know, I attempted and, I guess, failed at crossing the road. I have just decided that, in 48 hours, I will try to cross the road again. I will also take the time to thank the Great Bob for freeing me from that claustrophobic coffin! Thank You, my furry and feathered friends, for supporting me. Now, I've got to get ready."

Submitted by Dawson, 6-T

Phil, the Chicken that Tried to Cross the Road

Part 1: How He Got There

Phil was a daredevil. He did all the things the other chickens told him not to do. For example, the chickens once told Phil never to go anywhere near the Butcher's house. So, of course, Phil went in. He barely made it out with all his feathers!

One day, Phil decided to open a "dare" store because he was low on money. Everyone knew that Phil's idol was the legendary Bob, the chicken that crossed the road. So, the first dare someone paid him for was to be just like Bob-to cross the road. Phil said he would do it, but he'd have to get ready. He couldn't do it until Sunday.

Sunday came around. Phil was nervous. He hadn't gotten any sleep the night before and drank the strongest thing he could find, root beer. At 5:00am the typical rush hour started and Phil made his way from the farm to the sidewalk. What looked like all the animals within a 50 mile radius followed. A few were carrying a coffin.

Phil started to go through his "pre-dare" routine. He ran around the block (scaring tons of people; it took 15 minutes to shake the butcher.) Next, he took to the sky, flying better than any chicken ever had. He stayed in the sky for a whole five minutes before having to touch back down. Finally, one of his friends called out, "Stop stalling and cross the road, you scared old bird!" Phil stopped flapping his wings (to stretch, of course) and turned to face the road.

Submitted by Dawson, 6-T

A NEW LIFE by Ashley, 6-W

I remember how life used to be. When there was real snow, real sunlight, and real stars. But now we're stuck with polluted skies, hologram suns, and black water, all because no one took care of the Earth when we had chance but I know it's my destiny to make the world the way it used to be. Hi, my name is Earth. I was born in 1968 but I traveled through time to 2068. My mission is to restore the Earth to its original health. I've been in 2068 for 38 years because my colony will not let me return until I complete my mission but the question that has left me stranded here for so many years is how? How do I make the world beautiful again if I have so little help? I don't know how much longer I"ll be here or when I'll return home. But, I do know one thing. My time is running out and pretty soon the world will just stop.

Mr. Mustache

Hi. I'm Joe. I'm going to tell you about my friend Mr. Mustache! His real name is Katie Colliflower. His parents thought he was a girl when he was born. Anyway, when Katie grew up, he had grown a ginormas mustache. It was 15,000 feet long. He was bald and had the smallest head. It didn't even look like he had a head. It was exactly 3 centimeters in diameter.

He walked to the store (His mustache was too long to fit in a car) and every step he took he either hit someone or knocked a building down with the giant thing under his nose. People got tired of having to rebuild buildings, helping people 24/7.

So one day an evil person snuck into Mr. Mustache's house when he was sleeping and shaved off his mustache! When he woke up the next morning his 15,000 long mustache was GONE! He was freaking out! Nothing that day felt normal. Mr. Mustache didn't like the feeling, so he grew his mustache out again. This time his mustache was 20,000 feet long! "Here we go again!" The townspeople said!

Submitted by Linnea

THE VERY STUFFY ROOM

I was led into a room by police officers. I was blindfolded so I couldn't see anything. When the hands gripped my blindfold, I was it was dark, but with a bright light. A voice said, "What do you know about this investigation?"

"What investigation?"

"You should know, you killed the kid."

"Who, John?"

"Yes, John."

"That was Carlos."

"Who's Carlos?"

"My friend."

A different voice said, "Ok guys, he's losing it, let's knock him out."

That's when the mask went on my face and I was out. The next I remembered was I was in the court house. "Well, what do we have here." said the Judge.

"We have a charge against this youngster for first degree murder," said the officer who interrogated me. "Well, first tell me what happened," the Judge said.

"I was just walking down the street when this kid named John walked up. He said something to my friends and then that's when I was Carlos walk in the room with his family. "That's when I shot him."

"Officer, arrest him, he is sentenced for life."

My Mom gave me one last kiss and hug, and I walked out of the room cuffed. When I entered the cop car the officer shoved me so hard I hit my head, and fell into the seat. It was late outside when I finally saw the penitentiary. In fact, I was so tired I fell asleep while they entered my information into their system.

SUBMITTED BY JOSH, 6-Z

STEEP, by Madison, 6-W

"Dad, don't, not now. You the only thing I have left and I'm too young for you to quit on me now." I sad, tears in my eyes, shaking liking crazy.

"Don't worry, Sweety. He'll be fine. Just come down" said the nurse, putting her hands on my shoulder.

If you're wondering what's going on, here it is. I'm Leslie Tomis. I'm fourteen and my Dad is Steven Tomis. We've been climbing ever since, well, Mom left. She never liked us climbing. She said it was too dangerous. I guess she was right...

So, getting back to my story, we went to go climb one of the tallest mountains in the World...Mount Everest. The air was thinning out and it was getting cloudier and we couldn't see a thing ten feet in front of us, which we could tell was bad. That's when it happened. That's why we are here and I hope this isn't the end.

Leslie, are you up? Wake up, someone wants to see you!

I wake up to see the nurse leaning over me. Her perfectly curled hair up in a bun and her bright white smile. She almost scared me.

"Leslie! Good, you're awake." she said with a smile again showing her bright smile. "Someone wants to see you."

I walked into my Dad's room and saw him sitting straight up, "Is this her?" my Dad said, looking confused and eager to find out. It scared me. I sat there staring straight at him and him staring straight at me.

"Yes, this is her. Your daughter Leslie." said the nurse gesturing me forward.

"Hi Dad." I said, rushing to give him a hug.

"Hi, Sweetheart." he said. "It's so good to see you!"

He pushed me back so he could observe everything. Kinda like Mom did before my first day of school. Ah, Mom. I miss her. He looked me over, my hair, eyes, mouth, clothes, shoes, everything. That's when he said...

"Man, you look like your Mother." he laughed.

I laughed too, so happy to see he was okay and that he started to remember me.

"Okay, well, let's leave your Dad to rest, you'll be able to see him later. I waved goodbye and she lead me out into the waiting room where it was cold and there was no Dad in sight.

CRAZED

HI, I'm Roma and this is my story. I grew up in a small town with the population of 500. My life was perfect and then it took a turn for the worst.

It all began with me having a great life. I had perfect hair, friends, and a boyfriend named Grant. Grant was very popular, just like me. He was smart, handsome, and funny. Then came the day he died. I was a junior and he was a senior. He was at a party when he had a few too many drinks and then drove home. I wasn't with him. He crashed his Mustang into a tree. He had major injuries that were life threatening. My Mom got a call from the hospital saying that Grant wanted to see me. When I got there I asked the nurse to take me to him. When I walked into his room I burst into tears. I couldn't believe that my Grant was just lying there waiting for me. Then he saw me crying and staring at him through the doorway. He kept telling me everything was going to be okay. But I kept telling him no it wasn't and then the beeping stopped and he just laid there unconscious and dead. I looked at the monitor and there was just a line, no ridges, nothing. One of the nurses saw me. The doctor came in. They had to pull me away from him. They shocked him twice to try to bring him back but he just laid there as a dead, lifeless corpse. I couldn't breathe and then I fainted. When I woke up, I had a bandage on my head and a bucket by my bed. Not my bed at home but a hospital bed. A woman came in. I figured it was a nurse, but I was still scared. I asked why I was here. She told me that when I fainted I hit my head so they kept me overnight. When I finally got home I ran straight upstairs to my bedroom.

SUBMITTED BY SAMANTHA, 6-W

SYDNEY'S STORY

There once was a girl named Purple. She was obsessed with pink and every week she will be obsessed with one color. One week it was pink, yellow, or red. But, it was never purple. And, we never know why. Anyway, today was Monday and she was wearing pink. The next day it was pink and black. She kept wearing it. Pink, then next week it was still pink. So one of her friends asked "Hey, you're still wearing pink."

Then she said, "I know. I just really like pink now."

So purple went home and told her Mom to paint her room Pink and her cover pink. So two days later it was all pink. Two weeks later she didn't like it anymore, and her Mom asked her "What do you like?" and she said...PURPLE. And her Mom said, "Purple? But I thought you didn't like Purple?"

And Purple said "Ya because my name was Purple but you know when I looked at it, I really like the way it looked. So I started liking it, so now I want my room to be purple with purple carpet and cover and closet and laptop.

SUBMITTED BY SYDNEY, 6-T

QUINTIN'S STORY

Prologue
I was just a normal person, or so I thought. My friends were all just trying to protect me. I got mad at them and that's what they wanted me to do. My anger fulfilled me and gave me power. They were all a part of the plan. The plan to save me and a few others. It all started with me and my anger issues.

Chapter 1
I walked to the door. The door of which holds my destiny. The door of which people are talking behind. The door of which I just hit my head on. I walked in. Hope was sitting in the corner listening to her ipod and nodding her head back and forth. Oh and by the way, Hope, she's my sister. My uncle Jorge was sitting at a table talking to my Dad. Wait, my Dad!

SUBMITTED BY QUINTIN, 6-Z.