Journal entry from Peter's Point of View - Diary of Anne Frank

Dear Diary,        It is the early morning of July 1942, and we are now awaiting the Franks to come to the Annex . Mother is very anxious and grows frustrated by the minute. Father tries to calm her but is of no use since mother is very stubborn and refuses to listen. He tells us that they are fine and on their way. I’m interested in meeting Mr. Frank, I’ve heard great things of him. Mr. Frank has a wife and two daughters and I have never met them before but, hopefully, this absurd plan to stay hidden may work, as insane as it may sound. I hope that no one is allergic to cats or fur since I have brought my cat, Mouschi, with me. I just hope that we are well hidden from the Green Police because if they are to ever find us then I am not sure what is to come upon us. Mother is in doubt but father says that things will turn out fine. Although we are fleeing from the Nazi’s, I feel that there may some good to come out of this. I am still not sure what to believe right now, I am only 16 years of age and still young. All of this is quite preposterous.     By Zeidi

A soldier's Journal

It’s now been four days since I’ve been out and still haven’t gotten any sign of help. For some reason I feel like I’m not alone, like someone else is here. There were foot tracks in the sand, they looked human. Now I’m running towards the forest- it’s only two hours to sunset and I have to find out who else is here. I shut my eyes and see a figure in front of me.

John’s log day four

10/25/23 

The best moment of my life

By Austin B.

Alex

As I decided to head back I ran another loop around the forest, hoping

I would find him. Tonight I would find him, I must! As I finally retired for

the night I remembered that horrible day. My dad left one Wednesday

afternoon to go hunting. He promised that he would find a bear to bring

home and show me, because I had never seen one before. When my dad

didn’t get home on time my mom got worried so she went out to find him.

When my mom came home she had tears in her eyes. I asked my mom

where dad had been and she simply sent me to my room. I refused to go

until dad was home but she said that he wasn’t coming home. Mom said that

he had been killed by a bear that he had been hunting. The bear had seen

him before he had a chance to pull the trigger. As soon as my mom said the

last sentence I ran out the door to find the bear.

It wasn’t hard to find them; dad always left a trail of twigs so he wouldn’t

get lost. When I reached the end of the trail I saw what used to be my dad. I

looked away from him to see a bear staring back at me. I thought for sure I

would be the bear’s next victim but it simply blinked, yawned and turned the

other way. I swore I would find that bear one day and get rid of it. I named

the bear Alex after my father. Anyway, as I went into my cabin I found my

mom finishing up dinner. “Find anything today?” she asked. “No.” I replied

bluntly. I wasn’t hungry, so I went upstairs to go to bed. I changed into my

pajamas and stared out of my window. When I stared out of the window I

saw it. The bear, it was just outside the front door. I ran to get my musket

and went back to the window. As I loaded, and aimed I thought why the bear

must have done it. It was only in self defense. I lowered my weapon and

thought that my dad wouldn’t want me to do this, so I let him go. The bear

stared up at me and saw the gun. The bear turned right around and ran back

into the woods. “Good-bye, Alex,” I said as I climbed into bed.     By Connor



The Seasons Change

As fall ends, one leaf falls.
As winter reins, the trees are bare and cold.
As spring arrives, the trees dance in the wind.
Through the summer, leaves have grown, wind blows, and life has returned.
All too soon, the trees cry for it hurts to loose a part of itself,
And with winter on the way, the trees leave us behind into a slumber.
They still dance in the wind to show us that they are still there,
But not coming back till the spring wind blows.   By Kyle

The Beach

It's seven a.m., birds are quietly chirping, a light breeze blows through my windows ruffling the cream colored curtains while the faint sound of waves splashes below as the dolphins glide over top the ocean. The morning joggers are out on the darkened sand with their dogs at their sides. The beautiful white seagulls and large pelicans fly overhead calling out "good-morning" letting everyone know it is time to wake up and start the day. The relaxing smell of salt now fills my bedroom. My father sits on the balcony drinking his morning brew thinking about what the day entails. This time of morning is very calm and peaceful, and uninterrupted. There are so many things to do on vacation like this, but when the temperatures start to rise and the ice cream carts begin to go down the shore, you know it's time to hit the ocean!  By Anna 

Flight

As I lift my wings and let the air dance between my feathers,

and let all fear be snuffed out by the overwhelming rush of courage

that brings me off my feet,

I jump and hope that by a stroke of luck I will become part of the sky.

A beast of the air that knows no human chains.

Then I have my wish and join the clouds in their eternal dancing among the stars. 
By Nathan 

Soldiers

They are powerful,

They are the rightful heroes,

They are brave and strong.

They are brave and bold,

They are smart, wise, strong, and skilled,

They make liberty.    By Ross