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I don’t understand why what I wrote today in class got me in trouble. Mrs. Jenkins wrote on the board, “Fall smells like…” and we were supposed to complete the sentence. This is third grade. It’s not a new concept. So, it’s not like I didn’t understand what she was asking me to do. I did. So, I did. “Fall smells like… dementia dog pee.”I guess Mrs. Jenkins was mad because she wanted to use all our answers in a class poem and mine didn’t have a nice ring to it. That to me sounds like cheating. I mean, just last week, ...
feels 'e got gypped coursing adrift down banks of the Nile No book learning known while this lil scribe longing for Fay M. Lee. She iz hot! The only pseudo education I acquired (about female anatomy and physiology...?) flowed naturally being schooled courtesy longest river in the world. Earliest recollections find yours truly (comfortably nestled within artfully made arc cake looking craft, i.e. balled rocky bulrush – off sturdy limb wicker basket) meandering entire length of the Nile River. Fingers slip and...
I remember the day my mom left for a mission and I had to go live with my grandmother. I wonder whatever happened to my mom? It’s been ten years now and this morning when I woke up I saw this woman inside my room and she was glowing like some type of god. “... who are you and what are you doing in my room? GRANDMA!” My grandma came. “What’s wrong Sophia? Why are you yelling like that?” she asked. “There’s a woman in my room!” Sophia said. the grandma looked at the woman ...
Hear My VoiceThey’re rowing again. It never ends these days. If it’s not Brexit then it’s about his drinking. Mum stopped a few months ago, and ever since then, it’s been a constant source of arguments. He tends to get leery after a few drinks, touching and mauling her. Nothing violent but she shrugs him off, and that’s when the shouting starts. “You’re off your face, again.” “Don’t bloody start. You’re like a broken record. It was just a few drinks with Dave after his success in the local elections. ...
I am sitting on a bench in the train station, watching people go by. I see hundreds of men and women in fancy clothes with briefcases, several boys and girls hugging their moms and dads after coming back from school, and so, so many families that are more perfect than mine. Miss Katie squeezes my shoulder. "They'll be here any minute, sweetie. Don't worry." "I'm not," I say, except I am, I just don't want Miss Katie, Mr. Jack, and Ellie to worry. I scan all the faces entering the train station. Somewhere in there, ...
Playing Hide and Seek – For Real My name is Mia and I am seven years old. I really like that my parents let me have the freedom to play without constant supervision. Most of my friends don’t have that freedom. A boy my age was kidnapped last week, and that has many parents scared. My favourite game is virtual hide and go seek. The device that I have hides different virtual players around my neighbourhood. My dad is a programmer, so the device is a very sophisticated one. It makes me aware of t...
I have never stopped believing that dragons exist, even though everyone tells me I’m getting too old for such things. This is because I know a secret they don’t; a dragon will only reveal itself to those who have never doubted their existence. Year after year, I wait eagerly for the day it comes true. The sky is so intensely blue, it’s hard not to smile. I hop across the lava stones, daydreaming about riding through that sky on a dragon’s back. My heart races with excitement. I can’t wait. I spot the old, white t...
I awkwardly walked towards my father, shifting my weight from one leg to the other.Right, left, right, left, right, left.“Daddy can I go to the party?”He glanced towards me, his posture threatening, his brows scowled with the rage of a thousand suns, yet his voice was soft, reassuring and could even be considered gleeful. “No son, I’m sorry but today is the anniversary of your grandfathers death. We’re visiting his grave.” I got annoyed by his answer and started stamping around, wailing that I did...
My name is Rosie McBride and I’m 12 years old. I just started 7th grade three days ago. It’s going well I guess, I mean nothing bad has happened yet so that’s good. The only reason I say “yet” is because the past three years of every school year is terrible. Not all of it but most of it. I’ve been bullied for most of my life because I didn’t look like the other girl. In fact I never looked like the other girls because I was “fat”. At least that’s what the boys would s...
“Blah, blah, blah.” We always watch the news when we eat dinner and its always the same stuff. People with masks throw stuff at police and they shoot water back at them. There is always a shooting somewhere-I wonder when it will happen at my school? The loudspeaker is blaring out instructions every morning telling us where to hide and listen to your teacher. Sometimes at the end of the news its kinda funny-they tell a story that makes my parents and Nano smile, sometimes they cry.We eat dinner in front of the TV because it is the o...
NATHANHi, My name is Nathan. I am five. I am supposed to be playing with trucks in the backyard, but I really am the emperor of a forest kingdom and I have to keep the kingdom safe for my anipeeps. I spend my playing time patrolling the forest for the lion that hides there and tries to eat my anipeeps. He is usually disguised as a chipw...
Anniversary GiftsI had was $1.87. That was all I managed to save from my allowance. The rest went towards buying baseball cards. Baseball wasn't just my hobby. It was my food. It was my air. It was my innards. It was my savior. I had all the greats: Hank Aaron, Willie Mays, Yogi Berra. And of course, Mickey Mantle.And it was lucky, becaus...
Bummer!I could hear dogs in the distance. They were louder than they had been a few minutes ago. My breath came in thick gasps, pain stitching my side as I fought for air.I hadn’t run this far in years.As I ducked under a low branch the lower edge painfully scraped the top of m...
"I have stepped up around fifty steps, struggled hard to reach you, fell around twenty times, and succeeded never ," I complained to that big, wooden, yellow door. Yes, I do it every single day, whenever mom is outside. She never lets me come here, on the 6th floor. That beautiful girl lives here, behind this door, I know. I think she lives here. My hands never get me reached the doorbell . I don't know why but I never knocked at that door, I will someday though. Today I have brought a big piece of chocolate cake for her, that one pi...
On a hot, sticky August afternoon in 1946, the heat from the sidewalk burned through my sandals as I walked the long blocks to my piano lesson. My satchel, loaded with practice books, sheet music and a one dollar fifty cent lesson fee, thumped against my bare leg. Sweat covered my skinny, nine-year-old body. Each week I dragged myself the ten blocks from our home in Highland Park to Oak Street, where I played scales and learned simplified classical music pieces from Miss Ruth Graves. I didn’t look forward to these lessons, and today...
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