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By Celeste, 13, Ohio
To: "Tabitha Bishop" <Hockey_Honey456@yahoo.com>
From: "Jade Jackson" <Tai_Mai_Shu@yahoo.com> | Block Address | Add to Address Book
Date: Thur, 23 Dec 2001
Subject: MALL!!!
Hey Tabs,
Wanna go to the mall? Today of coarse! We can meet in the food cort at 2.
Cassy or Cassie! How does she spell her name anyway! I swear one minute she's
Cassy and the next she's Cassie!
Am I ranting again? Sorry.
Cassy and Joan may be coming to.
C~ya,
Jade of all Jades, Jade.
To: "Jade Jackson" <Tai_Mai_Shu@yahoo.com>
From: "Tabitha Bishop" <Hockey_Honey456@yahoo.com>| Block Address | Add to Address Book
Date: Thur, 23 Dec 2001
Subject: Re: MALL!!!
Reply-to:Tai_Mai_Shu@yahoo.com
Sure. But, What are you talking about! Cassy spells her name Cassy.
????? I think. ?????
GOD! That's bad when you can't even spell your own friends name!
To: "Cassie Caraway" <Lady_Finger78@yahoo.com>
From: "Tabitha Bishop" <Hockey_Honey456@yahoo.com>| Block Address | Add to Address Book
Date: Thur, 23 Dec 2001
Subject: HUH?!?!
Cassy/Cassie,
This is going to sound wired, but...
HOW THE HELL DO YOU SPELL YOUR NAME?!?!?!?!?!?!?
Pardonez Moi on my French.
To: "Tabitha Bishop" <Hockey_Honey456@yahoo.com>
From: "Cassie Caraway" <Lady_Finger78@yahoo.com>| Block Address | Add to Address Book
Date: Thur, 23 Dec 2001
Subject: Re: HUH?!?!
Reply-to: Hockey_Honey456@yahoo.com
Tabitha,
I can't beleave you never noticed!
My name is spelled both ways.
Please don't ask. It's one of those stupid parent things
that should never be spoken of again!
EVER!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
To: "Cassie Caraway" <Lady_Finger78@yahoo.com>
From: "Tabitha Bishop" <Hockey_Honey456@yahoo.com>| Block Address | Add to Address Book
Date: Thur, 23 Dec 2001
Subject: Re: Re: HUH?!?!
Reply-to: Lady_Finger78@yahoo.com
Okay. I' ll bite. What is it.
Tabby
P.S. Never, EVER call me Tabitha again! Unless you get a suisidal earge.
P.P.S. Don't E-mail me. Just get on Yahoo Messenger. I'll be on.
Lady_Finger78: Ok. here is the deal...
Hockey_Honey456: Listening.
Lady_Finger78: My dad wanted to name me Morgan and my mom wanted to name me Cassidy
Hockey_Honey456: So your dad got his way with your sister?
Lady_Finger78: Yeah, only she hates it cause she thinks she was just an after thought!
Hockey_Honey456: Right.
Lady_Finger78: So, They decided that if I was blonde I'd be Cassidy and if I was Brunett I'd be Morgan.
Hockey_Honey456: k
Lady_Finger78: So then when I was born blond dad was all "But all babies are blonde at first" and The
Alien who WAS my mom was all "Not ALL babies! And we AGREED!" So my dad was like "FINE!" We'll
name her Casidy, but she ends up brunett we call her Cassy for short.
Hockey_Honey456: So then what?
Lady_Finger78: Well...
Lady_Finger78: When I was four and still Blonde my mom was like "Oh, well. And my dad was all "No way!
We are calling her Cassy" Cause he's stubern like that.
Hockey_Honey456: and?
Lady_Finger78: and my mom said "fine, but we spell it Cassie" and dad was like "NO! CASSY"
so then they argued Cassy! Cassie! Cassy! Cassie! Cassy! Cassie! Cassy! Cassie! Y! IE! Y! IE! Y! IE! Y! IE! Y!
IE! and never agreed so I was both 'till morgan was born brunett the next year and dad got his way.
Hockey_Honey456: so then what?
Lady_Finger78: He let The Alien spell it Cassie.
Hockey_Honey456: But what about now?
Lady_Finger78: After she moved out he started spelling it Cassy and she still spells it Cassie and so it's kind
of both.
Hockey_Honey456: oh. hmmmm
Lady_Finger78: i gtg, k?
Hockey_Honey456: But wait!
Hockey_Honey456: what about legall recards?
Lady_Finger78: On them I'm Casidy. So it doesn't matter.
Hockey_Honey456: oh
Hockey_Honey456: C ya
Lady_Finger78: you got it
To: "Joan Jameson" <dumb_brunette23@yahoo.com>
From: "Tabitha Bishop" <Hockey_Honey456@yahoo.com>| Block Address | Add to Address Book
Date: Thur, 23 Dec 2001
Subject: Cassy/Cassie
Q1: Have you heard The Storie of Cassie's name?
Q2: How do YOU spell it?
To: "Tabitha Bishop" <Hockey_Honey456@yahoo.com>
From: "Joan Jameson" <dumb_brunette23@yahoo.com>| Block Address | Add to Address Book
Date: Thur, 23 Dec 2001
Subject: Re: Cassy/Cassie
Reply-to: <Hockey_Honey456@yahoo.com>
A1: Yes.
A2: C-A-S-S-I-E
P.S. Are you guys always online?
To: "Joan Jameson" <dumb_brunette23@yahoo.com>
From: "Tabitha Bishop" <Hockey_Honey456@yahoo.com>| Block Address | Add to Address Book
Date: Thur, 23 Dec 2001
Subject: Re: Re: Cassy/Cassie
Reply-to: <dumb_ brunette23@yahoo.com>
NO...
well, yes.
C U at the mall.
P.S. I'm still not going to Miss Summer Country Day School's Party.
To: "Tabitha Bishop" <Hockey_Honey456@yahoo.com>
From: "Joan Jameson" <dumb_brunette23@yahoo.com>| Block Address | Add to Address Book
Date: Thur, 23 Dec 2001
Subject: Re: Re: Re: Cassy/Cassie
Reply-to: <Hockey_Honey456@yahoo.com>
Ok.
P.S. I still don't care.
To: "Tabitha Bishop" <Hockey_Honey456@yahoo.com>
From: "Cassie Caraway" <Lady_Finger78@yahoo.com>| Block Address | Add to Address Book
Date: Thur, 23 Dec 2001
Subject: Cameron's Party.
Please go to Cameron's Party!
To: "Cassie Caraway" <Lady_Finger78@yahoo.com>
From: "Tabitha Bishop" <Hockey_Honey456@yahoo.com>| Block Address | Add to Address Book
Date: Thur, 23 Dec 2001
Subject: Re: Cameron's Party.
Reply-to: <Lady_Finger78@yahoo.com>
ok.
To: "Tabitha Bishop" <Hockey_Honey456@yahoo.com>, "Joan Jameson" <dumb_brunette23@yahoo.com>,
"Cassie Caraway" <Lady_Finger@yahoo.com>
From: "Jade Jackson" <Tai_Mai_Shu@yahoo.com>| Block Address | Add to Address Book
Date: Thur, 23 Dec 2001
Subject: (none)
YOU GUYS HAVE ISUES!!!
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La Masion de Gardine
By Celeste, 13, Ohio
Introduction
A long time ago, many years before any of us were born, there stood an old house on a grassy hill that overlooked
the ocean where waves splashed against the Louisiana rocks. It's purpose, long before, had simply been to house
a wealthy family, but now it would be so much more!
Madame Pierre, an older woman of 40, strode up the dirt path that led to the old house; stopped, and looked up
and it. Her eyes glistened in the bright August sun under her leathery, tan, hand.
"Damn sun!" She cursed most often. Too
often for a proper lady people would say; but she was not a proper lady. She was a school teacher from France with
big plans.
What Madame Pierre saw most displeased her. It was a large Mansion from civil war time surrounded by the most land
you have ever seen. The house however was old, dirty, and distastful.
"It was a beautiful plantation back in the day," said the taxi driver getting out of his black cairrage
to take a look at the house, with all it's magesty. "The Kennedy Plantation, this was," he had a thick
accent that sounded like a combination between Cockney and Southern.
"I don't care what it WAS," the lady straightened her hat. "It WILL BE La Masion de Gardine, The
Greatest School For Young Girls Ever," she had a formalness to her voice and the taxi driver was quiet.
"You'll 'loove' the inside!" He said, after an akward silence. Madame Pierre smiled at the way he said
love.
"Loove." It was funny.
"Right then. In we go" He held the door open and let the school teacher into the entrance way.
"Loovely, isn't it?" Lovely wasn't quite the word she was looking for. The gray walls, although decked
out with windows, failed to let much light into the shadowy entrance way and as she look up she saw towers filled
with spiral staircases and spider webs. It occured to her that the gray walls may be some other color and just
covered in dust, so she walked from the door to the middle of the round entrance, away from all walls and brushed
the back of her lavender dress with her parasol.
"Isn't she a beaut'?" the taxi driver wanted an answer. Madame Pierre frowned.
"Perfect."
One year later, the students arrived.
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Emily, 14, Ontario, Canada (of Course we accept things from out of state)
"She didn't really..."
"Yeah, she did. I don't believe it either though...but I saw her body...I saw her blood. She did."
"We knew, didn't we?"
"I'm not even sure any more."
"But we knew about..."
"Yeah. We knew about that. We saw her scars."
"And we didn't...."
"Nope. That we didn't. We're lousy, horrible excuses for friends."
"And now she's..."
"Dead."
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[Invitations and E-mails]
Celeste, 13, Cincinnati, OH
Joan woke up Tuesday morning flushed. Her nose
was stuffy. Her face was hot and pink. And she felt miserible.
"Mom!" she called.
"Yes Dear"
"Come in here" her voice was weak and dry.
A tall thin woman entered her room. Her long brinette hair had been pulled into a lose bun at the top of her head
but pices had follen down around her face witch was covered with flower.
"Oh my!" she exclamed when she saw her daughter's rouge face.
And wiped her flowery hands on the dirty aprin that didn't seam to be doing a very good job and shielding her plane
brown dress from as she crossed the room.
She put her hand to Joans forehead.
"Your burning up!"
"Here, let me get you some tea and orange juice with echenatia"
She left.
Joan reached for the remote that sat on her bedside table and turned on her 12 inch TV but nothing good was on
so she spent about 5 minutes staring at her blank bedroom wall untill her mother came in carrying a large tray
and set it on Joan's lap.
It had a small pot of tea a plate of tost and a little glass of orange juice. There was also a pink envelope.
"I fond that in the mail" said Mrs. Jamson noting that her daughter had seen the envelope. Joan opened
it carfully and pulled out a hart shaped paper doily with these words.
Please come to a New Year's Eve dance party!
When?: Friday December 31 from 8:00 PM 'till the midnight count-down
Where?: The Diablo family winter house 1884 Pinapple Dr.
Who?: All my dearest friends
Please R.S.V.P. To Camiron Diablo at 555-4792 or E-mail
StaryEyes@gogirl.com
Joan didn't like Camiron very much infact she thoght she was a brat but a big New Year's Eve dance party sounded
like lots of fun and she knew all her friends would be there. but today was the 21th so she HAD to get well in
time she just HAD to.
The next morning Joan got a call from Tabby...
"Hey Joan have you goten one of those cheesy doilys yet? I cant belive Camiron is trying to trow an other
stupid party all she dose at them is show off and BOST"
Joan was silent. She didn't want to say ANYTHING so she just said "I'm sick" and "I can't talk right
now"
When Joan hung up she imediately called her best friend Cassidy who lived in the same apartment bilding IVY TOWER
3964 WALNUT BLVD. Cassie picked up cheerfully.
"Hello"
"Oh hi Cassie, It's Joan"
"Oh Joan you sound awful, Are you sick?" (Cassie was always considerate like this)
"It's just a cold is all. Are you going to Camirons party?"
"I Guess. I don't see why not. Some times her partys are boring and some times they're not. I might as well
see if it's a good one. Are Jade and Tabby going?"
"Tabby isn't But I bet Jade is"
"Yeah, Probebely. Well I gotta go, I'm gunna call Tabby and see if I can talk her into it. Then I have to
RSVP so, see ya"
"Bye"
Cassie and Joan had lived inthe same apartment bilding sence they were five and used to spend countless hours riding
the elevator up and down.
Joan, who was fealing alot better now, after all the exitment of the party steped out of bed and decended down
the hallway to the family room where she sat in front of an alredy loged on computer and began to tipe in her yahoo
name-dumb_brunette_lol-then tabed and entered her password-bubblegum- it was one she knew no one would ever figure
out. It had developed for three main resons.
1-she loved bublegum almost more
than anything else in the world.
2-she had a pair of pink bubblegum colored vinel pant with a back pach that said bubblegum that she called her
bubblegum pants
3-she had bean wairing these pants and chewing bubblegum when she signed up for an E-mail address and the word
had just kind of stuck in her mind.
When Joan had sucessfully signed in she noticed
that she had an unusual 13 E-mails so she exitedly clicked INBOX to see what they were. They were an asortment
of fowards from Jade Jakson Joan's fowardaholic friend, 3 E-mails of Tabby ranting and raving about the party,
and a Get-Well-Soon greating from Cassie. How can she manage thought Joan to in the last 5 minutes since I hung
up with her Talk a firery spirited red-head (Tabby) into to going to a party, RSVP, and send a greating to her
best friend? She is a magition, thought Joan. An absolute magition of a friend!
Meeting at the Mall
By Thursday the 23rd Joan, who was a quick healler was fealling quite better. It was that morning that she got
a call from Jade:
"Hi Joan!"
"Oh! Hi Jade"
"Cassie and Tabby and I are going Cristmas shopping this afternoon if you're interested in coming"
"That sounds great!"
"So can we meet you in the food court at North Gate Mall at 2?"
"Sure thing"
"See ya"
"Latter"
At 2:05 Joan walked into the double doors of there favorit mall. she glanced to the food court wich was near the
door and recodnized two figures siping slushies at a table near the middle of the food court.
Cassie, the nearest of the two turned and recodnized her at once and begain to wave vigerousely. She was wering
a pare of long gray flease pants, a long sleaved shirt with a sunflower on it, and a red corderoy jaket hung on
her sholders.
Tabby glanced up from her slushie and smiled regardless of the straw that she was chewing on. She wore a simple
pair of black pants and a navy blue NIKETM sweat shirt.
"Hey Girl!" said Tabby reaching out a hand and pulling Joan into the seat next to her. "I changed
my mind" she said happily "I'm going to Cameron's party. Cassie winked at joan, who raised her left eye
browl in response. "That would be Jade" said Tabby ending Joan and Cassie's silent conversation. Joan
turned her head to see Jade a tall chinese girl come through the mall doors. "Leave it to Jade to be late
for her own schuguil" said Tabby, who was always quite pungsual.
Jade wore blue dinim cargo pants, a yellow "Angel" shirt, a dinim jaket and a blue and cream colored
knit cap. She was holding hands with an unfamilliar guy who looked at least 18 and in Joans opinion was quite cute.
Jade came to their table and said hi, Then she said bye to the guy and he told her if she neaded him he would probubly
be in one of the music shops before he left.
"So!" said Joan "Who's the hotty?" "You mean my brother?" Said Jade disusted. "No
way! That's your brother? he's gotten so much cuter since he left for colage!" "Ooo, and older colage
guy, joan" teased Tabby. Tabby and Cassie gigled, Joan claspt her hand to her mouth in imberisment and Jade
looked mortifide. "He's in town for the hollidays to see his favorite family" said Jade "So can
we just shop now!?" Tabby smiled. "AMEN!" she said and laughed.
Cinnimon Halter Tops
The four girls headed down the malls main corder to the founton in the middle and stopped. "Where should we
go?" asked Jade. "How 'bout G-Thanx?" sugested Cassie. "G-Thanx sounds great but let's go to
rue 21 first. We can al look for our selves and Joan, Cassie and I can look for presents for our sisters while
we're at it." Tabby was always good at making good points and coming up with good ideas. "I agree with
Tabby." said Joan so they turned left on to the next corder and headed tourd rue 21.
Joan's older sister Clair was 17. she along with Tabby's sister did not homeschool like Cassie, Jade, Joan and
Tabby. She had beautiful chestnut hair that softly curled as it fell about her sholders and warm almond shaped
eyes with long dark lashes and was good at everything from Karate to Ballet and dated over 7 guys and was beautifull
and was perfect and was the most popular girl in school and Joan HATED her!!!
Tabby's older sister was Clair's BFF. Her name was Stacie and she was almost a popular as Clair. She hade blond
hair, blue eyes and LONG legs.
Cassie's sister was quite different from all that. Her name was Morgan. she was 9 and looked up to Cassie. sometimes
Cassie thought she was a brat but most of the time everyone thought she was sweet.
When the croud came to rue 21 the was a suden explosion of motion as the group brouk up and floded the store. Tabby
dove at a new display of a manican girl weiring a cute backpack with a star on it. Jade exclamed brilient as she
headed for the cute socks and ecesories section. And Joan grabing Cassie's hand and pulling her behind leaped at
the SALE rack. There was also and explosion of voices shouting thing like: "Brilient!", "Oh my GOSH!",
"Come on!", "No way!", "Neat!", "Look!" and "CUTE!"
After many close had been tried on and bought and Joan had piced out the perfect gift for Clair, a pink tank top
the said SUGAR N* SPICE in siquins. They started out of the store but, near the ege Tabby spotted a cute halter
top. It hade a pair of cartoony cinimon sticks crosed and just below them it said CINIMON. "Hey, guys"
said Tabby exitedly "You wanna know what this makes me think of?" Everyone knew what she ment and all
to gether piped up. "CINIBUNS!" they all shouted together!
When the 4 friends arrived at Cinibuns Tabby stepped up to the counter. "4 Cinibuns please" "MINIS!!!"
Chanted Jade, Cassie and Joan who all new that regulars were the size of one's head. The woman at the regester
turned around and yelled something to another enployee who yelled something back. "sorry" said the woman
"we're all out but, there will be some fresh ones in about 5 minutes" Tabby looked at the others to see
what they thought before saying "that's fine", handing the woman her money and sitting down at the long
counter on a bar stool. The others joined her and watched the cinibuns being made. the 4 girls leaned over the
counter and watched as a man spread some kind of thick white stuff ALL OVER the dough that would soon be a cinibun.
"Is that icing?" asked Cassie. "No, icing goes on the top." said Tabby. "Oh no you guys"
said Joan. "What?" Joan took a deep breath. "I think that's butter" "No way!" Cassie
said in disbelif. Jade was silent in shock. "!
They wouldn't use that much butter" Cassie paused "Whould they?" "I think Joan's right"
said Tabby "I think that is butter" Cassie looked like she was going to be sick when Jade finily spoke.
"so what!" she said throuing cation to the wind as she did so often "It's just one mini each and
it's not like we come that often. Just forget about it ones and enjoy the cinibun"
Just then the man turned around and took a pan out of the big floor to ciling oven and hollerd "FRESH MINIS!"
Tabby jumped up and retrived the 4 minis and the girls ate them and Joan for one tried not to think about all the
calleries but, as the left for G-Thanx and Joan though her rapper in the large trash can she said partially to
Jade, partially to herself "Well, there went 5000 calleries of cinimonny goodness" Jade smiled "Self
dignity well spent!"
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[Machellie- A Girl of Hope]
By Bugg 11, Raleigh
Sounds of the emergency room are terrible for the patient. I should know. But sometimes the sounds when someone
you love is in a predicament are even worse. Well my readers, this incident changed the way I look at things; the
way I look at life; the way I will look into my children's future. From the start I was a serious troublemaker.
I sure did know how to get into trouble. Maybe the reason is because I lacked attention. But it couldn’t
be because my parents were always all over me being an only child at home. My brothers and sisters were off at
college and making a living. Before I was born, I was an aunt to two little girls and three lively boys. I am going
to take excerpts from my diary and quotes from my friends and family. If my long childhood bores you, you can skip
to my teenage years. But I don’t quite believe that would be a sufficient read because you’ll
miss my adventurous childhood. I think you’ll find my life’s treasure hunt interes!
ting. The hunt is on. You’ll see me trying to achieve life’s goals and you know what? I’m
still on the treasure hunt. I’ve found the treasure, but I’m still looking for the chest.
¨¨¨¨¨¨
“Come back here Chellie!!” Grandmother Hudson rasped. She was diagnosed with lung cancer two
years ago and was almost in the clear. “I said come you little kindling!!” she repeated. “This
ain’t no time fer hide ‘n go hide!!” she said. She was wearing a purple dress with
pink polka dots. I hated that dress and at age two, I cried every time she hugged me wearing that. It was my second
birthday and I had run off after Grandmother hugged me. I had cake down my front and hid under the birthday table
covered with my presents. I folded up the cloth barely enough to see that everyone had gone to search for me. I
crawled out with my fist planted in my small mouth to start opening my presents. I had my little heart set on opening
the one on the very tippy top. I made the hardest decision of my toddler years; whether or not to get my fist out
of my mouth to climb the stack of presents. “No,” I whispered and remained sucking my!
tiny fist. I scrambled up to the first level. I stopped to regain my composure and started off again. The stack
was starting to get wobbly and I held my breath as I climbed to the second level of presents. ‘One more
to go,’ I would’ve thought. Still holding my breath (this was very stupid by the way), I climbed
to the top level of presents. I took my fist of my mouth and sat down still on the presents to open the small present.
My search party was coming from the woods at this time but I didn’t notice. “Machellie Lauren
Johnson!!!! You had better come down this instant,” my father yelled. He always yelled. He would certainly
be that last to throw me a party. I was always the last thing of concern on his mind unless the whole family was
against him like in this case. My little was beating ferociously. My mind told me to get my fist out of my mouth
and start breathing again but I couldn’t. My father had scared me since when ever he yell!
ed like this, as soon as my mother left, he would beat me so hard that my rear would be red for a week. My mother
kept insisting it was a rash when the doctor told us that Father had been abusing me.
Everyone was heaving from the run and staring at me. But my brain had other plans. Right then and there I passed
out. My mother screamed and Father screamed at my mother for not looking after me.
¨¨¨¨¨¨
The sounds of the emergency room were going to be familiar to me from that day on. After I had passed out. My shift
in body weight sent the presents crashing down.
“I think she’ll be okay,” a nurse reassured my whole family. They were packed in
the waiting room. Father was still scolding my mother. He was just upset because this would send people talking
and insurance was an issue. I came out fifteen minutes later, the doctor holding me in her arms. My mother and
grandparents rushed over while my father sat in his chair fully absorbed in a Sports Illustrated magazine. "Darling
girl," my Grandmother Johnson whispered. My mother held my hand. "She'll be fine," Dr. Hughes reassured
them.
Later that week, we had another party with my family. This time, all we did was open presents. I was squealing
with delight by the time I opened my third present. The presents were mostly Barbie's and dolls. The very last
present was from Grandmother Hudson. "This is for you darling," she rasped. "My grandmother gave
it to me when I was your age." She said as she put the tiny locket around my neck. My mother had tears in
her eyes. Her sunburned checks made her sea blue eyes stand out. She put her arm around my grandmother and gave
her a squeeze as she rose. "Grammy gab me necklace daddy," I whispered. My father arose and left the
room. I was heartbroken. "Machellie, don't cry sweetie," Grandfather Hudson reassured me. He picked me
up and placed me on my lap so that I faced him. "Horsie Pappa, horsie," I squealed with delight. He made
me squeal again as he made his leg wiggle like that of a horses. My grandmother came in with some cookies. "Enjoy!"
she said as she placed them !
down. My mother took one over to father in his room. I heard her crying and her face was red when she came out.
My grandfather set me down so that he could comfort my mother. "Mommy got a boo-boo?" I asked Grammy.
"Yes, sweet thang," she answered, "Mommy has a boo-boo in her heart."
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Simone, 12, Hart MI
KLUMP slap, KLUMP slap, KLUMP slap
is the sound David's feet made as he pounded up the cement stairs to his family's apartment. He looked down at
his feet,and saw what he sees everyday; old, overwarn gray tennis shoes, partly hidden by the fraying edges of
hes long, faded jeans. He saw the cause of the "slaping" noise his shoes made, the fact that the soles
of his shoes were almost compleatly torn off. "Man!!, I just got these shoes", he said. Then he ploded
up the stairs, mumbeling something about "Stupid shoes, stupid low paying job, stupid cheap apartment".
He opened the dented, graphedid wood door and yelled inside, "I'm HOOOME!!". He walked into the dank,
lonley appartment, threw his bookbag onto the floor, and bagan to look for his mom. After finding that she wasen't
home yet, he went into the kitchen to make himself dinner. he opened the sparsly filled cabonet, and took out a
can of Spegete Os and began to eat it.
Once he was done with his food, he went into his room, lay down on the bed, and began to dream about what his life
would be like if his mom had enough money to support the family. When he woke up he saw where he was, and shed
a bitter tear.
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By, Cadence, 10, Fremont
On a warm sunny day, in Albany, New York, stood
a cute girl next to a vast house. The girls name was Alicia. On that Saturday, she was wearing a dull colored t-shirt
and an old pair of jeans.
You see, Alicia was not the kind of girl that had many green dollar bills. Actully, her house wasn't huge at all
like the one she was standing next to that moment.
Alicia closed her eyes and said her wish out loud, "I wish I lived in this big house next to me with daddy."
The rich women that lived in the house, noticed Alicia standing outside her window. She'd seen her waling down
the streets on other weekends also. She also knew that Alicia hardly had anything. She was so poor.
Donna was the Lady's name. Donna came out the door and said, "Why hello!"
Alicia said quickly, "I'm so sorry I was standing on your land!" and with that she ran away.
Alicia's father liked Donna and they soon got married. Alicia loved her new mother. Her new mother was just like
a New Moon.
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The Psychiatrist and Vinegar
By Jillian, 11, Brooklyn
The taste of the salty chips on my tongue reminded
me of the psychiatrist's office. It smelled like chicken and if you stuck your tongue out, you could taste chicken
too.
As I sat down, listening to him talk, I reached my hand out and picked up a salt and vinegar potato chip. That
man freaked me out, the way he talked and talked and talked and meanwhile, he answered his own questions. Sometimes
he'd pick his nose, than travel to his ears. One time, he put it in his mouth.
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The Pyschiatrist and the Chicken
By LizSar, 25, Brooksmyth
I need help. The chicken on my shoulder says so.
I believe everything he says. He is just as smart as Willard. Willard was my pet centipede. I loved Willard ..
but he was run over in a freak spoon accident. But I digress.
But now I'm in a room that smells like chicken. And tastes like it too! It reminds me of my past chicken, Bob!
I want my Bob. And the pysciatrist picks his nose too! And eats it! Like Willard! Was I talking about Willard or
Bob?
But I must move on, I love my chicken, George, too. And he loves me ...
So, I was in the office and I thought I smelled chicken. Now, this man was talking up a storm. And I thought he
wouldn't notice if I talked to George. The chicken on my shoulder, of course.
So I began to talk to George. He didn't like the psychiatrist either. He said it smelled like vinegar in the room
too.
I didn't smell it. All I could smell was the pysciatrists deoderant. The man heard me, and he asked these tall,
tall men in white to carry me away! I didn't want to go away. So the psychiatrist died tragically in a fork accident.
So many of my aquaintces die with silverware accidents. I beginning to wonder if it's conspiracy. Or maybe .. just
maybe .. I'm the only one that sees the fork with the devillish eyes!
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