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               I'm in my bedroom at my house. My door opens and both my brother and sister come in mad at me. They're mad at me because I got them in trouble. My parents went out for dinner and I was watching tv. My brother and sister went bowling even though my parents told them not to. They did it anyway though. My parents got home before they did. My parents were furious. Now I'm in a argument with them. I just don't know why they are takeing their anger out on me. My mom comes up and brakes it up and, tells them to just leave me alone. I'm eating dinner and they are staring at me. I tell them to stop but they don't.

              It's the next day and I hope we can get along. My mom tells my brother and I to go get a movie. We use to do that all the time and we use to always get along. We decide on a movie and were coming home. We see a drunk driver coming and he hits us. I open my eyes and my brother is bleeding to death. The paramedics get us out of the car. They say I'm going to be fine because my brother saved me. They start talking about my brother and they don't know if he is going to make it. I go see my brother and he doesn't look good to me. He told me he loved me and that he always will. He also said tell everybody else in my family that I love them. I'm holding his hand and he takes his last breath and then is gone. I start crying and, say this can't be happening. "My brother can't die!" I never knew I would have to say good bye. Now all I think is this is the wrost thing that could happen to me.

             I'm at my brothers funeral and I'm sobbing. I just can't stop sobbing because I miss him so much. I reach into my pocket and see this letter.

     Dear Lucy,  Read more »

     Looking in his eyes I see the caring, loving kid I have always known. But every since we met we have been best friends. He was always there for me when nobody else was and he would always cheer me up when I was blue. I remember the first day we met ten years ago.

     "Hey, my name is Adrian, I just moved here and you are my neighbor." Adrian said as we walked home from school, "our parents went to school together and my dad works with your mom."

     "Cool! I'm Zandra. Nice to meet you. I'm glad I will finally have a friend to play with." I say shaking his hand.

     His hands were warm. They made me feel safe.

     From that day on we did everything together, went everywhere together and we were even in the same classes for high school. We like the same things, do the same things. I consider him my brother. But now that we are heading off to collage we will be separated. He is going to the University of Vermont and I'm going to the University of Maine. That's not very far away but he will be busy with the basketball team, making new friends and forgetting about me. Me on the other hand will be thinking about my best friend. How he never wore anything gray or white because he would be afraid that he would get them dirty. His blond hair always flipped to the right side of his head and the way his blue eyes sparkled in the sun light. That is what I would miss the most.

     We were walking home one day and that's when he broke the news. He told me that he did get a scholar ship for Maine but he chose to go to Vermont. "Zandra there is something I need to tell you, I'm not going to Vermont, I'm going to Maine with you."  Read more »

The Ride To America
     It was cold on that ship. Everyone was just moaning and groaning in pain. Just lying on hard wood with back wounds so severe hurt. Everyone I knew back home was gone, all of my friends they are gone too. Know I am on this ship heading to America for Africa on a slave ship full of wounded, dying slaves. Of course no white man would consider us blacks human. We were savages to them.
My name is Kojo Kinta, and I am 16 years old. I was born in Guinea, Africa and I got sold to the white men by my father: Kofi Kinta.
     “Kojo, Kojo! Look at me Kojo!” Korfo yells my name from across the boat.
     “I am here. I am listening,” I say turning my head the best I can with I can, which is painful because it is shackled to the wood. “I am listening. Speech your words so that they can be heard,” I say trying to show that I am a worrier. I am not scared. I am Kojo Kenta and I will fight and win. I want to see my family again and I will do whatever it takes.
     “Kojo we need to fight the white men. We need to keep faith. There are more men on this ship. More black men, more men like us. They think that we don’t know anything. But we do. We are no brainless.” Read more »

            With the cool ripples swirling around my feet, I feel at home. The rough driftwood beneath, give me the comforted feeling of being in a warm bed. The morning sun warms my soul while the soft melody of the waves calms my heart. As I think about the summer past, I hear footsteps making their way through the sand towards me. I don’t turn, for I know who it is. He doesn’t disturb my peace, only sits down beside me and takes my hand in his. We sit there for a while, both of us staring blankly into the horizon. He finally says something.

            “Must you leave? Could you not stay? At least for one more night. One more night together.”

            His words come out in a slur of sorror.

            “Jasper, I don’t want to leave, but I can’t stay.”

            “Why? I thought you loved me. You don’t even want to give this a chance at forever?”

            “I do love you. It’s not my decision to make.”

            “When do you start controlling your own life Mady?”

            “Please. Can’t we just enjoy the time I have left here?”

            He didn’t answer. Thinking that a yes, I lay my head on his shoulder. Read more »

Raeven Beaudry

Language Arts

September 28, 2011

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Assessment

            The air is cold and full of salt, on the ship to America. Everyone was just moaning and groaning in pain. Just lying on hard wood with back wounds so severe hurt. Everyone I knew back home was gone, all of my friends they are gone too. Know I am on this ship heading to America for Africa on a slave ship full of wounded, dying slaves. Of course no white man would consider us blacks human. We were savages to them. Read more »

            The pain of the lash was too much to bear. I slump on the hard pack ground unconscious. The pain, the pain is what brought me into the wall of memories. Memories of my family, memories of my life all come flooding back to me. I get lost in the wall of memories. Read more »

            The pain of the lash was too much to bear. I slump on the hard pack ground unconscious. The pain, the pain is what brought me into the wall of memories. Memories of my family, memories of my life all come flooding back to me. I get lost in the wall of memories. Read more »

            The pain of the lash was too much to bear. I slump on the hard pack ground unconscious. The pain, the pain is what brought me into the wall of memories. Memories of my family, memories of my life all come flooding back to me. I get lost in the wall of memories. Read more »

            The pain of the lash was too much to bear. I slump on the hard pack ground unconscious. The pain, the pain is what brought me into the wall of memories. Memories of my family, memories of my life all come flooding back to me. I get lost in the wall of memories. Read more »

            The pain of the lash was too much to bear. I slump on the hard pack ground unconscious. The pain, the pain is what brought me into the wall of memories. Memories of my family, memories of my life all come flooding back to me. I get lost in the wall of memories. Read more »

            The pain of the lash was too much to bear. I slump on the hard pack ground unconscious. The pain, the pain is what brought me into the wall of memories. Memories of my family, memories of my life all come flooding back to me. I get lost in the wall of memories. Read more »

            The pain of the lash was too much to bear. I slump on the hard pack ground unconscious. The pain, the pain is what brought me into the wall of memories. Memories of my family, memories of my life all come flooding back to me. I get lost in the wall of memories. Read more »

            The pain of the lash was too much to bear. I slump on the hard pack ground unconscious. The pain, the pain is what brought me into the wall of memories. Memories of my family, memories of my life all come flooding back to me. I get lost in the wall of memories. Read more »

            The pain of the lash was too much to bear. I slump on the hard pack ground unconscious. The pain, the pain is what brought me into the wall of memories. Memories of my family, memories of my life all come flooding back to me. I get lost in the wall of memories. Read more »

The Photo Album.

As I flip through the pages
I see all of the happiness in life fade in and out,
a birthday bash, various vacations, a lost loved one.
The memories never end when you are looking at the book.
You are there again, at the age of five, twelve then before you know it along comes sixteen.
I look at the past life and see how everything has changed.
My life once was easy as riding a bike, then out of no where it became difficult,
with drama everywhere I look.
Now it's not so easy.
It's scary like I'm leaving everything behind. Read more »

Open me; Open me the voice boomed thru the meadow. Open me, Open me! The noise blared like a thousand screeching tires. “Ahhhhhhh” screeched the girl in terror “I told you not to scare me like that Billy” said the girl.
“Ohhhh, so scary” said Billy. Kelsey you really are a big sack of.
“Don’t even go there!” said Kelsey “ Keep it clean, ok?” Read more »

“I can’t remember the number,” my mom said.
“Let’s get the phone book,” my grandma suggested.
“That won’t work, cell-phone numbers aren’t in the phone book” I fired back.
“They aren’t” my grandma asked, utterly confused.
“Wait guys, try this one it’s from a long time ago, but you never know, 402-6940.” I took the phone, hands shaking, and asked “ Are you sure?”
“Positive” my mom answered. Read more »

I jumped out of my bed and ran downstairs; I leaped, into the shower. I washed up, singing Three Little Birds by Bob Marley. I heard a large boom and cringed, the water turned blood—red I was dying my life coming to end and I was only six years old. Then as hearing the terrible screams of my wonderful mother, I woke up from my terrible dream.
I screamed. I couldn’t believe that what I had experienced was a dream. My mom rushed in. My dad by her side. Read more »

I remember that summer night, seeing her sitting by the campfire. I knew it was her, my gram. But it was as though the devil had taken a marker and wrote cancer in big letters across her forehead. She was suffering from kidney failure, going to dialysis every other day and she had breast and bone cancer. I knew the results of cancer but it came too soon. Read more »

Vicissitudes

By Samantha Battaglini
Sheldon School, Grade 8

Some days we get into our cocoons wanting to come out different
A beautiful butterfly with shiny, colorful wings
No more wiggling around a puny caterpillar
Some days we get into our cocoons with hopes of flying away
But we come out the same dull, gray caterpillar

Other days we get into our cocoons and
When we come out we have colorful wings, purple with hints of pink
But when you hold it up to the light
You can see the dark shades of gray

The light wears away at the wings Read more »

The door opened; I got on the bus second to last seat. I saw her; I have had a crush on her and been meaning to ask her out for about a year now. She was many things none of them were nice. She was mean, a jerk, bully, but she was one good thing…good looking. But I did not know one thing she was also very clever, you may think I was crazy but I asked her out anyways and this is the story of what happened. Read more »

Nature's beauty

By Amelia Parent
Sheldon School, Grade 8

I’m going out to the brook today
to see if pebbles have been washed away,
Only to see minnows swimming down the stream
And the sun rays glittering as it seems.
I shan’t be gone long -- You come too.

I’m going out to see the beauty of nature,
Where it is so peaceful and serene.
As I see the grass that is oh, so vibrant green,
I feel calm and happy.
I shan’t be gone long -- You come too.

The birth of a baby girl

By Chloe Longe
Sheldon School, Grade 8

“Hustle, Hustle, Hustle,” my dad called to me and my sister Savannah from outside out house. I finished changing and grabbed a sweater and headed out the door. My sister right behind me. I got into the backseat of our silver ford focus as my sister climbed in the front seat saying, “Shotgun.” Read more »

Supposed to be sleeping

By Amelia Parent
Sheldon School, Grade 8

“The forecast for tomorrow—warm and sunny with a chance of showers in the afternoon,” said the smiling weather reporter, Gary Sadowsky.

My dad was watching the news as I lied on the well-worn yet comfortable couch against my favorite Winnie the Pooh pillow. The voice coming from the TV trailed off and I grew sleepy. Read more »

Its so quiet, quiet enough to hear a pin drop to the floor. The silence makes me feel worse because it is a time of mourning.
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Suddenly the wooden doors at the back of the church slowly open and everyone turns around to look. I see the priest in his robe and other people that I do not recognize standing in the now open doors, a big wooden casket in front of them. Here I am in the middle of the third pew at my grandfather’s funeral. Read more »

Sunrise over Haiti

By Isaac Totten
Sheldon School, Grade 8

That wonderful feeling of rest without a care in the world; soft sheets keep sweet dreams and warm feelings inside me; everything is calm and quiet… until Knock, Knock, Knock “Hey guys you’ve got to see this!” This was the beginning to the most memorable and beautiful moment of my life. Read more »