By Anonymous

What it’s like being the new kid.  I started on August 27th ( a Tuesday), IT WAS SCARY. 

On Monday I was dreading to go to school, I was hoping the day would go slower but it just went faster. When the first day finally came I almost cried! I was so nervous because it’s different transferring to a different school in 7th grade its way easier if you were moving in  4th – 6th grade. My first class was music and everybody was staring at me like I had a 3rd eye, it was uncomfortable. It felt like u were the only one dressed up at a Halloween party and everyone was just laughing at you. I didn’t speak at all to know one because I was too embarrassed. My second class was social studies, social studies was fun. My third class was math and I feel like the teacher treated me like I was five. I didn’t appreciate it. I walked into class and she had a couple of math problems on the board and I wrote down the problems on my paper. So then she walks over to my desk and she says, “hmm okay” 

” I look down at my paper and I realize I wrote down a question wrong, so she announces it to the WHOLE class

She says  “ Delaney wrote down a question wrong, can anyone tell Delaney what two negatives equal” no one raises their hands so my hand fly in the air and she looks at me and says “oh Delaney thinks she knows

I answer her by saying “ two negatives equal a negative”  then she acts like nothing ever happened, but now everything is fine in her class. My fourth class is ELA I LOVE ELA, but on my first day Mrs.Risser was soooo nice and she helped me out with anything I needed. When I was there we did a thing called “smile and frowns” I didn’t say anything because I was too scared to say anything but I did the next day. 

My fifth class was science, as soon as I entered a kid named … not gonna say his name knocked my water bottle out of my hands and it spilled. I didn’t know what to do so I went to the teacher and she helped me. I still never talked to anyone I was wayyyy to scared.

During lunch was scary because I didn’t know where to sit. But then I ended up sitting with a girl and her friend. But overall my first day was weird.

By: spiderseatpenguins

One day in a very misty town, an old chap named Pappy is waking up. He rambles down his old, creeky stairwell to go and make himself of a cup of somber coffee. Simultaneously, a British spy reconnaissance aircraft is flying overhead. The aircraft is set to report back to  Great Britain so the area where Pappy lives can be used for “testing”. The aircraft is flown by Lieutenant Bob Jenkens. He will fly the aircraft back to his base, RAF Lakenheath. Upon Bob’s return, he will report to his boss, Sargent James Dolan.

           ” Sir there is one little shack in the area, and the database says it is occupied by an old, feeble, unshaved man in his early 90s named Pappy.” Bob says.

            ” Oh well, the man is very old and so what if he dies in the testing!”, exclaimed Dolan.

 In 20 minutes, Sargent James Dolan will order two biplane carriers to drop 5000 spike anchored, guided misle launchers in the woods of Pennsylvania. 

Twenty minutes later Pappy is hiking up the mountain to gather some wood for a small fire he will hold later that night. Suddenly, a faint buzzing introduces his range of hearing, it sounds like multiple v8 engines. Before he knows it the humming is right over the top of him. he looks up to see a falling spike plummeting straight for his cranium…  then everything goes black.

To be continued…

By Kylie G

  I Always Hear

    “You’re Not Alone”

    But Is That True?

    I Never Can Tell..

    I Always Feel…

        Lonely..?

And Always Want To..

          CRY..?!

 I Don’t Understand..

    Why Am I So…

       ALONE…?!

By Megan P

Friendship is like you have a sister

They help you through anything

You fight sometimes…

But you love them anyway

Everyone has that one friend

That will always be there for you

And will do anything to help you 

Never let that friendship go

Or else you will feel so lonely…

And will miss them so much

By Alaina Brenneman

Friend, since you asked, I’ll tell you why you’re so awesome.

Because you help me with anything and everything.

Because you laugh at dumb inside jokes.

Because you always know what I need.

Because you know how I’m feeling.

Because you give me the best gift ever…being YOU!!

Definition of Friend: (noun) fr-end

1. If you laugh, I’ll laugh

2. If you cry, I’ll cry

3. If you fall, I’ll fall too…because I’m laughing so hard.

Part I

Anonymous

The area was almost all black with a little light from behind her. The figure in front of her was just a silhouette of a person, walking in the shadows. She was walking behind the figure until it stopped some ways away. It turned around to face her in the dark and filled the room with sound that made her jump back startled. Right there the figure grew wings that looked like a skeleton’s rotten bones, just in the shadows barely being seen. On the top of the head grew something, long and sharp. Demon horns! She tried to get up and back away, but kept slipping out of fear. The figure ́s eyes glowed red in the darkness, with the signature snake pupils all demons possessed. The figure smiled with the sharp knife-like teeth shining just as bright as its eyes. Everything went black, but she could hear her screams as if they were there in front of her. A voice rattled in her head, drowning out her screams.

    ¨We will see each other soon,́ princess. ́ ̈

Luna jumped out of bed and punch whatever was in front of her. The mirror shattered from the blow of fist and star exploding matter she only used when fully scared out of her mind. She looked around the room and sighed, closing her eyes.

     ¨It was just a dream, Luna, just a stupid, stupid dream.¨She whispered to herself, still not really able to understand what had happened.

made by : ´´ </3 ¨

love is like a drug ,

    once you start to get attached ,

It sucks you in …

 It makes you happy ,

It makes you feel ….

complete

      but when it pulls you out … you feel as though you´re … LONELY

By Anonymous

I am a painter…

I love making new things,

Trying different ideas,

And messing around with paint.

It was a birthday gift when I was young,

That sparked something in my mind.

Watching the colors come together in a beautiful masterpiece.

Painting is like life.

You can only see the part that you are working on,

Until you step back and see the big picture.

At first it might look confusing but when you focus,

It is amazing and beautiful.

When you turn the canvas sideways… 

The paint drips down and creates a masterpiece.

Relaxing in the basement,

Watching paint dry.

While listening to music,

The best experience of my life.

By Anonymous

I was born in the middle of the month. I got my ears pierced when I was six and I still have them in. I am afraid of needles. August is my favorite month because of the weather and school starts. I play with fire in firepits and try to light leaves, small twigs and other things I find on fire. I had twenty hermit crabs that lasted about a year and 5 fish that lasted about two. My sister has a fish in the deep freezer she wants to dissect someday. I love cookies & cream ice cream with lots of sprinkles and hot fudge. My mom is obsessed with sunscreen and skincare. I never read for pleasure until 6th grade. I love hiking and being outside. I got a shitz- tu the last day of school in 5th grade… he licks his butt. One time I and my friend thought that overfilling a cake pan would be a good idea and it spilled all over the oven floor. My dad and I are obsessed with playing video games and board games. That’s a little bit about me tell me about you.

His life and experiences through his perspective

By ~ flexiblegirl06

One summer day, we drove to Walmart where we would meet our future companion, Puck James. Here is his story; through his paws.

“I hated it there; my old home.I was always stuck in that cage. When I was let out, I would chase my kitten sisters, and fight my brother.  But one day I ended up in a hospital with a few stitches in my shoulder because he ripped it open with his powerful jaw. Who was I kidding!  A small maltese fighting a huge german shepherd. I thought it was only fun. I thought I would go home and it would be just the way it used to be. But I was plain wrong, did I know that I would soon be in a different home, away from everything I ever knew! I didn’t realize that that was the best decision my human parents, and my soon to be human parents ever made.

It’s been a few years since I moved here. My shoulder has healed up. My hoomans have gotten rid of the cage, which to me was a good idea. I can run free around the house; upstairs, downstairs, upstairs, downstairs, through the living room and under the dinner table which is where they call it “My Corner”. I have all my toys: my beat up cupcake, my flamingo named Frank, my lolli-pop which squeaks, and even that rope I don’t play with. They always give me attention, unlike my old home. I have lost so much weight since I moved here because they give me certain amounts everyday! I get to sit on the couch, and sleep on their beds. The only thing I am uncertain about is that I have no other friends. Maybe it’s because I am a jerk around other pets. I freak out and do my jiggle dance and bark freakishly loud and high pitched. But I don’t see the problem! That’s why I have my babies, oh how much I love my babies. Well, technically, they are my hooman sister’s socks. Every night, I sneak into her room and reach my head over her hamper and snatch a sock. Or when she doesn’t fold her laundry, she leaves it in a pile on her floor; perfect for me to steal something. When I can’t reach any socks out of her hamper, I will try to pull them through the little holes in her hamper, but they are too small to pull anything through.

One of my favorite things to do with my hoomans is go to their beach house. I love going on there boat and placing my front paws on the railing and feeling the salty air on my wet tongue. They take me to these islands. I’m not sure what they are called but they let me off my leash and I run around sniffing all the scents and running across the sand, fast as lightning just like a mustang. I run around and feel free. I forget about my past life and my cramped cage and  my brothers and sisters and my stitched shoulder and my old home. I feel alive. The wind whipping through my fur and the sand blowing up from my feet. They would always call my name and tell me not to eat the seagull poop. Man, those were the best times, and they always will be.”