My room is the place
That means the most to me.
By Josey W.
My room is the place,
The place I like to be.
All by myself,
It means a lot to me.
I like being alone,
It’s what I do best.
I like to sit there and think,
And forget all the rest.
My room is the place
Where I sleep,
It’s where I cry,
It’s even sometimes where I eat.
I could sit on my couch,
Or lie on my bed.
I could do it for hours,
And I’d clear my head.
My room is the place
Where I can just be myself.
I can take off this fake smile.
Because here, I don’t have to prove anything to anybody else.
I can drop this act
That everyone knows.
This isn’t a movie
Or one of those TV shows.
My room is the place
Where I try to prove to myself
That I am somebody,
And I’m like everybody else.
That I’m not different,
Although I get told that every day.
But, different is okay, right?
At least that’s what other people say
My room is the place
Where I try and tell myself
That everything will be okay,
And that I’ve got it better than someone else.
Other people out there,
That hurt more than me?
It makes me feel bad.
It’s not who they want to be.
My room is the place
Where I realize a lot.
I realize
A lot about my thoughts.
But then I tell myself,
That it will be okay.
Then I start thinking,
‘Well, hopefully, maybe one day…’
My room is the place
Where I record my music,
Where I get on my computer,
Where sometimes I lose it.
But my favorite possession of all
Is probably my stereo.
Either that or my head phones
‘Cuz they make music grow.
You see music is this gift,
Something I couldn’t dream of living without.
It’s like my life.
The place I go to when I’m in doubt.
But my room is just the place;
Where I like to be alone,
Where my crying is done,
And my heart’s shed to the bone.
My room is the place
That means the most to me.
Bike Races!
By Andrea C.
It was 2005
Everyone had a bike
No one had planes to move away
Crisp Warm air but no breeze in the morning
Waiting for everyone to get ready and come out
Everyone is outside on their bikes
Adding air if necessary
Adjusting seats, going around Meadowbrook building;
a race course just to make it a little more interesting
Everyone huddling up to come up with the prize for the winners
One for 1st, 2nd, and 3rd place because it wasn’t just two or three kids
There were twenty of us!
Then we all line up at the speed bump.
*BOOM* our referee, Johnny the oldest guy there,
Fires off his fake gun that makes the noise
Just noise and gives off some smoke
The race is two laps around, and if you can, the last lap is with no hands
If you fall off your bike--you’re out
If you bump anyone-- you’re out
If in any way you hurt anyone--you’re out
Me, I can go really fast but not as fast as the older kids
Good thing there’s only three kids older than me
I can ride my bike with no hands
The last lap
I raise my hands in the air—I catch up!
I get 1st place!
I win the prize!
I’m so happy!
It’s the first time I’ve won!
My prize was the best at that age,
But now it is just a waste.
I’d still race today, but not for that.
My prize was…
CANDY!
So much of it!
Ring pops! Fun Dip!
The best part of my childhood
And it always will be
Silence in My Apartment
By Cortney T.
When I get home
after school,
The silence is
scary…
All you hear is the
gentle lapping of water,
as my guinea pig gets a drink.
The soft, “Tweet, Tweet,”
of our parakeets,
when they sing themselves to sleep.
The quiet, “Whoosh” as our
electric fireplace turns on.
My apartment is home.
Of course.
But, to me,
it’s more than a home.
It’s a rollercoaster of emotions.
A small, but affordable place to dream.
My apartment may be small.
but we have great neighbors.
Not to mention the crazy, old grandmother
MY grandmother
who lives above us.
(She has the most annoying dog.)
After a few minutes,
the silence is disturbed by
Slamming.
It’s the first slam,
that small slam,
that cancels the quiet,
disturbs the peace,
and brings me out of
my relaxed state.
By Corbin S.
The seasons of our state…
Diverse,
and oh, so very beautiful in their own way.
Summer,
the searing heat of the sun
beating down on us like a flaming sledgehammer.
The cool water splashing over us; cooling down the burning stretches of skin
that make up the inhabitants of the state.
Fall,
the flamboyant colors
showing in the final breaths of the leaves on the tress.
Their dying wish being to sleep in peace through the winter;
Only regretting not doing anything.
Winter,
The first signs of ice
wrapping their tendrils around our beautiful state.
Then, draping a heavy quilt of snow over us, making it even more glorious.
Spring,
the animals return from hiding,
cracking away the frozen shell left behind from winter.
This previous season, slowly fading away to summer;
only to repeat the cycle.
School (Alternate)
By Haylie P.
As spring rolls into fall the school season starts up again.
The first day of school approaches and I can’t wait for it to come.
I have all my school supplies and am ready for school to start up again.
Going back to school means getting out of my boring house, away from my
Annoying brother, and spending time with friends.
I love the summer break but by the end of it I can’t wait to go back to school.
I am ready for 7th grade and the new adventures it will take me on.
With all the new teachers, classes, and students it will be a good year.
I walk into the building and look around trying to remember where everything is.
I see all my friends and go over to meet them; I haven’t seen them since last year.
We sit around, talk, and catch up on everything we have missed.
I hear the bell ring and know it is time to start class.
We walk down the hallway that seems as if it will never end and finally make it to our 7th grade pod.
My friends and I go our different ways, as we each start our different classes.
The hallways are loud, crowded, and very chaotic.
After a few days I get used to the hallways and school surroundings and it’s not that bad anymore.
I start off my mornings with music which wakes me up and brightens my day.
I have my two morning core classes, Math and Social Studies, then lunch.
Lunch is, in my opinion, the worst part of the whole day.
I dislike the school lunches every day except “gravy day”.
I end my day with Explore and my last two core classes, English and Science, and finally get to leave at 3:21.
I am glad the school day is over, but yet can’t wait for tomorrow’s to begin.
