April 2005

Why is it always me? That was the one thought going through my mind as I let myself get dragged off again. This time it was the new museum in town. Quinn and I, being the nerd we are, we wanted to go and look at it. Hi by the way, my name’s Oscar. I’m a pretty average teenager, with a few close friends, I’m really nothing special. Anyways today was the grand opening, and as you’d expect the lobby was packed… And by packed I mean a group of twelve old ladies, and a group of five angry looking teens

“Come on Kellie let’s go!” It was a week after school ended which meant summer time. Me and my best friend Kellie went to the same summer camp the summer after second grade. It was free time and what all the kids would do was play outside, “I’m coming.” Kellie smiled. I was rushing her so that we could get our favorite spot which was underneath a specific tree. It didn’t really mean anything it was just a perfect spot to hang out. Also I really wanted to show her a trick I had learned at the summer

Hello my Christian friends, welcome to my father Okonkwo funeral for the converts of the church. I will not stand here in front of you today in a Christian church and tell you of the man the ibo people of Umoufia saw. Yes, I will tell you that my father had a prosperous life, but I will mainly tell you of the man I saw who killed good people before killing himself. I was told to write about the great Okonkwo’s life, and I will tell you nothing but the truth through my eyes. My father was intimidating

Summer vacation is coming to an end and the school season is coming up. Everyone dreads the homework and a bedtime. It starts to become the season of questions like “How are you doing in school?”, and “What do you want to be when you’re older?” Because my family always pushed academics onto me, it became the season of answers like “Top 10% of the class like always”, and “I’m not completely sure yet, but I’m stuck between a doctor and a lawyer.” After each repetition each of my mom’s friends would

“What is your name?” “You are wasting your time! You dumb shit reptile!” he growled while on the floor. “You can’t use aura can you?... well this will make my job easier!” Ruby extended out the Naginata once more, and approached the downed faunas slowly. “Scream if this hurts!” Thrusting the Naginata once more piercing his shoulder and pinning him to the floor. “AHH!!” With his other hand the Bear faunas tried desperately to remove the stuck naginata from his shoulder to no avail. “What is your

Victoria Moraga Class 8 To all the high school seniors about to graduate, I first want to start off by saying you should be proud of yourself. There are plenty of people who never get to graduate from high school so don't take it lightly. Not only did you suffer through years of countless tests and pointless homework, but you also made it through the bullies, the breakups, and the endless drama. Don’t pretend it wasn’t a battlefield out there. If there’s one thing that I learned, it is that

Everyman and The Second Shepherd’s Play reminds the readers that doing good things are necessary. Both of these plays are mysterious plays and are connected with religious purposes but put both plays display the methods differently. No one in the world is perfect everyone sins, and these plays express that worrying about materialistic things are not important but by doing good deeds. That by not worrying about materialistic things that we are capable of doing good. In the play Everyman he believe

I was running to catch up with my team we were about to go on I was running late because I did not land my tumbling pass so I had to redo it. We have our team pep talk everyone is buzzing with excitement and we are nervous, my sister stands on my left and my best friend on my right we hold hands and jump up and down trying to calm down. I can hear the music coming to a stop and soon I hear the announcer “Let’s give it up for the team from Middleville Michigan!” Goose bumps run up my arm and the lights

“And then we have to change directions simultaneously while maintaining form and posture and while staying covered down to the person in front of us and dressed to the people beside us and –” “Taylor. Shut. Up,” my lifelong friend Ryanna said. “It’s just marching band. It’s not even hard. If you want to do a real sport go ahead and try soccer.” I sighed and leaned back in my desk. After school, I stopped by Ryanna’s soccer game. “Great job Ry!” “Thanks T! We’re all going to Landhope after

Chapter Twenty-One Aragon and the White Dragon The dragon tilted its gigantic white head. “What are you doing here? This is our rock,” she roared, belched again, and rubbed her round scaly belly. “Oops, excuse me. I ate way too many fish this morning.” I glanced back at the others, who were still frozen in place, but had closed their mouths. “Well, I . . . I mean we, um, uh . . .” “Go on. Spit it out, kid, I don’t have all day. I have eggs to hatch.” She giggled. “And possibly, if you don’t answer