Trapped Inside Myself

Sometimes I feel as if my brain and thoughts are like a hamster running and spinning on his wheel. Spinning and spinning all day long. You can't stop it, it's a drug that we can't stop. We can't not think, it's impossible but we have to. It's uncontrollable. You just sit there, silently drowning in thoughts. Piling on top of one another like ungraded tests on a teachers desk. I've even heard that some people think, and think, and think, then go back to what they were thinking about first. Thinking and thinking and thinking. Wondering about the impossible, pondering the unbearable. Slowing silently drowning in what no one else will ever know about.  

By Jocelyn

What We Do

       Bullets filled the air around a squad of U.S. Marines sent to capture a lead on the whereabouts of a terrorist camp. “Get down Jonson,” yelled the captain. “They have us pinned down,” yelled pvt. Jonson. “We fight until we can’t fight any more,” yelled Sgt. Smith. “These Taliban won’t take us today!”  The Squad pressed forward as a bullet hit pvt. McGregor in the upper arm.  “Are you ok!” “Ya, keep going, I’m not dead yet!” The squad pressed on, without fear, without worry.  They fought their way up the hill in a patriotic state of mind, not thinking of anything else but the mission ahead of them. “Keep fighting,” yelled the captain, but his voice was drowned out by the rain of bullets, like a nest of bees flying around the squad.
        The soldiers fought up the hill for what seemed like years. After the marines got to the top of the hill they regrouped and assessed the situation. “Man, I thought we would never get up that hill,” grunted the private. “Well we did,” said another. “Do you want a cookie?” asked the captain, “We aint done yet!” Sweep the area, make sure there are none left!. The team split up to search for more when out of nowhere a bloodcurdling yell split the night. “Sergeant,” yelled the captain. He rushed over to see a Taliban holding the seargent hostage. Private quickly freed Sgt Smith. “Thanks!” said the sergeant. “Don’t thank me, it’s what we do!”    By Ross

Spring

Beautiful Spring time

Fun in the sun with my friends

Cant wait till school ends

By Jacob

Football

I walked out on the roughly cut field, feeling the cold chill and rain hitting my face rapidly against my face. The clouds were as dark as the pavement in the parking lot. Eyes furiously staring at me on the line of scrimmage. So quiet, you could hear a pin drop. The sound was loud to my ears. “HUT!” The thunder of shoulder pads hitting and helmets smearing against each other roared the field. Mud soaring in the air as I am running after the ball carrier. Once I am at full speed down the field, all I can see are the numbers on the
jersey. The I jump into the end zone, dirt dispersed over my sweaty face. The ref looks closely and he raises his hands fiercely. You leave the rest to be said with the roar of the crowd.

Down by two touchdowns, we had to cooperate. The ball flew as high as a bird when it was kicked. Feet hit the field strongly as we approached the line. Seconds ticking away in a blink of an eye. We hiked the ball and it was secluded from the quarterback’s hand. Hearts skipped a beat and breathing could only be heard from the receiver. His hands clapped brutally. The ref's whistle blatantly blew as loud as a plane engine. The game was over; we had lost. From my own perspective, our spirit had won.    By Bobby H

A Day a life- living in Indonesia

It was just another sunny day in Indonesia as I stepped out of my house, and let the summer breeze blow my hair back. I smiled and walked forward with my heavy backpack pulling me down, I was headed to school. They required us to were these dumb uniforms that we all hated so much; I tugged at my skirt and kept walking. I met up with my friend, Asoka, we walked together and talked about the usual. Allow me to introduce myself, I’m Kemala, and my friend and I live in Jakarta, the capital of Indonesia. We both go to a school for music prodigies- I play the violin and Asoka plays the cello. We both had gotten scholarships to the school and became best friends when we met.

We finally got to school were we parted ways and headed to class. After school we walked back home and said our goodbye’s. Tonight we had to practice because of a concert later that night, I was nervous and was really hoping not to mess up. “Selamat sore nenek!” ( Good evening grandma!) I waved to my Grandmother who was working in garden, as I crossed the stone path to my porch. After practicing for a while I met up with Asoka again and we left for the concert. Iin the end we did a splendid job with the concert! We had a sleep over that night and that had been the end to another great day.     By Zeidi

Poem written during a writers' workshop w "The Loud Poet" who visited school.

UH-Oh

Last Saturday, we had shot a gun

But then we had to run

Because the Policeman’s son

had liked us well done

so he put us between a bun

After he was done

he weighed a ton! 

By Bobby H

The Devil's Beast - Part III

DEBRIEFING P1

 "Sir? Sir? Are you ok?” a voice said in my head. Someone get me a bucket of water, so I can toss it on him. Who’s there? Oh good finally the lad is coming to his senses. For a brief few minutes all I hear is a bunch of people talking to me. Once it hit around eleven O'clock, I woke up. And when I did I was in someone's bedroom. I was a bit disoriented when I woke up but I could still hear voice's from downstairs. Even though I could barely stand, my will power was the only thing that was keeping me to standing.

It took me a few seconds to reach the stairway and I had to hold on to the railing while I was trying to walk downstairs. By the time I made it off the stairs, there was a group of people looking at me. Just about all of the people there where wearing military uniforms. At first I was afraid that they might be terrorists but I was wrong when I saw there uniforms. The first guy that came up and spoke to me was British. I could easily tell from his accent. But he was also wearing a military uniform. The first thing I did was ask him a question when he came up to me. “Where am I and where's my wife?” You are safe my friend, he said it as if it wasn't a safe place to be at all. “But still where's my wife and where am I at." Like I said you’re at a safe place but your wife on the other hand...is gone. I felt almost yet paralyzed once again but that military guy managed to calm me down. It took me a good 30 minutes before I truly realized that she was gone. After that thought ran through my head I started to cry. That took another ten to twenty minutes before everyone in the room started to calm me down. Once I finished crying another soldier came up to me to tell me what is going on."Ok. Do you want to know what happened to your wife?" Of course I said yes. “Are you sure that you want to know what attacked your wife?"

What do you mean? What do you mean by what attacked my wife I thought somebody attacked her?    By Stefan

Life

             I was lying on the ground, awed and hurt.

    I once saw green leaves, a blue sky, and a yellow sun.
    But now, I am lost within myself, full of conflict and thought.

 I now see other lost family members, and relatives that I never knew.
    I see the white light shining brighter and growing in size. 

I am parting this world, for till a time now one can say; eternity.
    I have become blind now, with the white light. But my vision has cleared and everything starts to reveal itself to my awaking eyes. I can see the green leaves, and the blue sky, and the yellow sun.  

 I have been spared.     By Kyle

Imagination

             I am nothing without my imagination. Sometimes the only way for me to escape the troubles of life is to immerse myself in my imagination. At times I which I could lock myself in and hide in it for eternity. On other occasions it is my gift that God gave me.

Through it I can create entire worlds based on tiny details or elaborate original stories to make a complete timeline. I can walk amongst galaxies sit beside stars or even have the pleasure of flight. I can be more than myself if I want to or I could be as insignificant as an ant.

With it I can write of my lands I created and describe each detail vast and contained. I can figure problems or recite revolutionary ideas that could change the course of history. However great or small, I can think it but I can also think of destruction and corruption.

From this I obtain peace, wisdom, intuition, and a new understanding of God. Maybe you might use your imagination too.     By Nathan

One Way Forward

     Ally, Cassi, and Mike all woke up to the beautiful morning to the last day of school. The three friends have known each other since they were born, and have lived next to each other for the last 14 years. They all live in sunny, bright, Miami, Florida. They also all have one thing in common, they love mysteries and adventures. I’m not talking about books and movies; I’m talking about getting sandy and dirty. So far they have looked on the beach for treasure, and some old, unsolved mysteries around town.
There is one thing, though, that they were looking forward to the most; tlQueen Elizabeth’s old sunken ship. There was a problem though, the ship was almost 10 miles offshore, and the cost of the boat just to rent it for the day was around $400. After school, they all take their time to tell their parents about their journey. “please mom PLEASE?” Ally begged in agony when she asked her mom. “Ally, no $150 is just too much money, and it’s too dangerous to go by yourselves!”. “Mom, dad, I really want to do this, this stuff is my life!”. Mike, just stop with all this non-sense, and do something good that will give you good, hard earned money.” Yelled his parents one by one as he rumbled up to his room. “Thanks mom!” Cassi said with a big smile on her face as her mother wrote the check with ease. “Anything for my little princess!” said her mother back.
       They soon met at their spot, in front of Harry’s Fish Boats and put all the money they all possibly could to go into the boat rental. “Yes! We have just enough money to have to boat for at least 3 ½ hours.” Whispered Ally with happiness. They next day, all three of them got up at the same time, 7:00 sharp, and met at Harry’s Fish Boats at the crack of dawn. “ Well, what can I do for you little fellers?” asked Harry with a smile. “ We were wondering if we could have the smallest boat for at least three hours.” Said Ally, acting like a professional. Sure, you just have to pay the rent, that will be $359. Not making any faces, they quickly snatched the money from there backpacks and put it on the high counter top.
“All right, you guys have to money, lot 6 is your boat have fun!” said Harry as he was waving them good bye. In at least 20 minutes they reached the spot where the ship has sunk, and could even see a giant, oily looking patch that was the boat. They quickly got on some scuba gear that they stole from their parents and went in the water. Cassi stayed up top on the boat, to make sure nothing happens. Ally and Mike went deeper, and explored the ship with gentle care. Through the ship, they saw beautiful and glowing fish, and Ally jumped when she saw a 5 foot long Barracuda slither by her, giving her an evil, devious look as it swam by her. Mike nearly passed out when he saw an actual hammerhead shark 10 feet away from him. They both looked at each other and thought it was cooler and more frightening than the aquarium.
They soon got to work, bringing and carrying anything that was valuable and worth the money up to the ship with Cassi. “All right guys, our time is nearly up and the ship is full of things we need to look at, we will finish another day. As Mike and Ally crawled up and onto the boat, the boat revved up and went back to the rental shop, they were caught by the police when they entered their station, not for being terrible and lying to their parents, but for helping and saving some of the most valuable things in Florida. They were now known for being heroes and adventures. By Alex S

Spring

After the slumber of winter, when the cold subsides to warmth. The world awakes to the sun rising above the barren trees, then nature begins its work again. Each sunrise the trees grow greener and the days grow warmer and longer. The birds travel to their nests and the butterflies begin to flutter out of the south and make the trip back home. the trees begin to show their beauty and bring fourth their flowers.

As I observe this through my eyes I notice each day was more beautiful then the first. Even the weeds and thorn bushes look like a piece of heaven. To me the spring is the time where nature is showing its best and giving us hope for what is to come.       By Nathan