By: Jamell R., Grade 8
July 06th, 2016
My earliest memory is when I was three years old
and I was in my house on the floor playing with bubbles.
I could feel the carpet,
I could see the bubble in the air,
I could hear my mom laughing.
I tasted one of the bubbles when it landed in my mouth
and I smelled dinner cooking in the kitchen.
That’s all I remember.
When I saw the bubbles in the air
I stared at them in amazement
because I did not know what they really were.
I felt the soft stairs.
I used to pretend to fall down on them.
I heard the bird chirping.
I tasted the chicken noodle soup that I was eating.
I smelled the sweet chocolate dessert in the air
I finished the soup and as fast as I could
so I could have some warm chocolate cake.
“Mmm.... It’s so good. Can I have some more?” I said.
“Sure, but just a little too much sugar before bed is not good.
I don’t want you bouncing off walls,” Mom said.
“Bouncing off walls?” I said.
By: Yazmeen P., grade 9
June 29th, 2016
I walk down the crowded terminal, my body sweating from being around all the people. I don’t want to be here, how could I let him drag me out here? I push through the massive amount of people, trying to keep up with Oliver as he runs to an open bench. I sit beside him, my head pounding simultaneously with the taps of shoes walking across the floor.I feel a nervous itch take over my body, causing me to feel uncomfortable in my own skin. I lose my breath as I see the train pull in, the rush of air messing with my hair, the strands tickling my face. I follow Oliver onto the train, trusting that he knows where he's going. I wait, taking a seat beside him, his cold hand on mine, giving an immediate reaction inside me.
The train comes to a stop, the sounds of a busy city greeting me as we walk out, the smell of coffee the first thing I notice. I breath it in as I stare up, the buildings desperately trying to touch the sky. I walk along the sidewalk, the smell guiding me on. Oliver keeping me close to his side, helping me forget the people and the cars, a strong love coming from the city.
The sun begins to fall, the wind picking up, lights being turned on. I stop and stare, the brightness of it all unnerving me, the warm feeling inside being stripped away. I begin to shake, Oliver pulling me away from the lit street I just can't take my eyes off of.
I feel myself being dragged into another train station, relieved that home was the next stop. I settle down into a seat, trying to help myself calm down, the city escaping the scene. I see more unfamiliar places outside the window, I look over to Oliver, his face showing me something is wrong. He then tells me something I don't want to hear:we’re lost. I take deep breaths, in and out, holding myself as I focus on what is happening and how we got here. I feel the warm touch and soft voice of Oliver, forcing me to calm down. I hear him telling me it was going to be okay, his words going down like soothing tea.
By: Yesenia M., grade 8
June 21st, 2016
I am a butterfly,
I am a colorful leaf
That looks like a rainbow,
Blue, yellow, purple and pink.
Even though people say I look pretty,
I’ll never forget that I was a hideous caterpillar.
I stare at the skyline everyday,
The lights from the city shine like stars.
I love passing through the clouds.
The world is gigantic.
I feel free when I fly everywhere.
I feel the heat as I go higher.
As I fall, I feel the tension of the cold ground,
where I used to crawl.
By: Ingrid G., Grade 8
May 12th, 2016
I couldn’t believe it. Who would have thought there could be a secret passageway going into a tree? I’ve heard that if you dig a hole deep enough you’ll eventually end up in China, but I’ve never heard of anyone creating a hole through a tree.
Right away, I didn’t want to go through the mysterious opening. For all I know, I could end up in Antarctica where my only interaction would be with penguins. I could find myself in the middle of the desert, dying of thirst, where my only hope of survival would be following a camel. Or, I could be stranded in the ocean, where I would eventually be eaten by sharks.
Wait, stop! Why am I thinking about all the negative outcomes? Let’s think positively.
I could end up in a professor’s lab where we’ll build a time machine.
I could be in Italy and enjoy the world’s best pasta.
I could end up on a movie set in 1989.
Or it could just lead me back home.
The tunnel was pitch black. What if I just fell and died and no one found me for three days? Or what if I ended up flying through space and my head exploded?
I picked up an acorn from the ground and listened. The thump was soft if you were listening carefully. Hold on! What if there were spikes at the bottom? It would feel as if I landed on cactuses! However, knowing that I wouldn’t end up in space, I jumped off.
The tree was still dark. I started seeing stars, but as I kept going down clouds started to appear.
“Oh no!” I thought, “I’m falling from the sky.” I closed my eyes, thinking this is the end.
“Welcome to Cloudland!” I heard from behind. I opened my eyes and felt that I had fallen on the softest pillows.‹ First < 2 3 4 5 6 > Last ›