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I have to tell you something amazing.....here it is....

When I walked in the room your faces gave smirks, you acted like you were they only good thing around. But after You were done sharing your work it was my turn, so i walked up to the front of the class, and shared whati had written how I felt, and Alas your jaw dropped open in awe as you heard the words I spoke. And you never spoke unkindly to after the words I wrote, you judged me as I had walked in the room, but after I spoke your judgementleness went away, you never spoke forte words I had written had given you hope and they said exactly this...

"there's a future for all of us no matter our looks, And. as long as the moon and stars shine each night, there will be hope for all of us , we will make it through the night. Even if we go to bed without food or a blanket we'll always know what do the next day, we know we will make it through. Though our hardships are big, we know we are stronger, we can accomplish anything, anything together. As long as we're hopeful and keeps family in mind, you'll never worry about yourself, no your to kind."

I get shot down
To the ground
With no one to catch me
They just watch
As I fight off the thoughts
That maybe there right
Because I no there not
I'll fight through the night
For my rights
Because sure, they can take away my pride
But they can never take away my drive.
 

Summer, is so amazing, you think it will never end and the the next day your back in school. I wish summer could last forever.... No homework, school, just parties, and swimming in pools. Everyone loves summer even if it's pouring outside its better then going to school, right? Part of the reason kids love summer so much is because there is no homework. Your little brother or sister who's in kindergarten gets to watch tv when they get home, or go outside, maybe even to a friends house. But not us we have to go upstairs in our rooms and do our homework, when all of the work you did is just graded. When people ask me what my favorite subject isin school I say. "I don't have one, unless you count school"

I can't wait for summer, it's almost here just eight more days of school and then I'm out of here. The ice cream the cake no homework waiting as its calling my name. More friends, less days where you watch me as i sit near a window pane, so bored waiting for the house to clean it self. More shopping less dropping in your chair when it's time for class. Less projects, no due dates, just waiting for my plane. It's taking me to paradise where the word 'school' is not to be said. No fans blowing in your face just the summer breeze, and the coconut trees, giving me the shade I need. I'm catching up on my rest, the rest they hardly give me, with waking up early. And no time for a quick movie, no wonder kids come out so frustrated. Well I can't wait for summer, no one can. And if you can spare the change buy me a ticket to France.

Maybe someday, we could live in a perfect world. Maybe some day I could be friends with you, but for now since we're not don't talk to yet don't talk, it would be better to ignore you then to be judged day and night. Or would it, well I don't care what they think of me, why should I. Should I let it bother me? Well I won't let anything come between us, even the bullying won't stop us...why? Because we're best friends and that's what I'm here for, I'm here to make the world a better place while I can whether with you or not I'll take a stand for....Bullying...

Just because they don't care about the feelings that they give out to others doesn't mean I don't care...I do, and I'm telling you, I'll always be there for you.

Maybe someday, we could live in a perfect world. Maybe some day I could be friends with you, but for now since we're not don't talk to yet don't talk, it would be better to ignore you then to be judged day and night. Or would it, well I don't care what they think of me, why should I. Should I let it bother me? Well I won't let anything come between us, even the bullying won't stop us...why? Because we're best friends and that's what I'm here for, I'm here to make the world a better place while I can whether with you or not I'll take a stand for....Bullying...

Just because they don't care about the feelings that they give out to others doesn't mean I don't care...I do, and I'm telling you, I'll always be there for you.

Maybe someday, we could live in a perfect world. Maybe some day I could be friends with you, but for now since we're not don't talk to yet don't talk, it would be better to ignore you then to be judged day and night. Or would it, well I don't care what they think of me, why should I. Should I let it bother me? Well I won't let anything come between us, even the bullying won't stop us...why? Because we're best friends and that's what I'm here for, I'm here to make the world a better place while I can whether with you or not I'll take a stand for....Bullying...

Just because they don't care about the feelings that they give out to others doesn't mean I don't care...I do, and I'm telling you, I'll always be there for you.

Maybe someday, we could live in a perfect world. Maybe some day I could be friends with you, but for now since we're not don't talk to yet don't talk, it would be better to ignore you then to be judged day and night. Or would it, well I don't care what they think of me, why should I. Should I let it bother me? Well I won't let anything come between us, even the bullying won't stop us...why? Because we're best friends and that's what I'm here for, I'm here to make the world a better place while I can whether with you or not I'll take a stand for....Bullying...

Just because they don't care about the feelings that they give out to others doesn't mean I don't care...I do, and I'm telling you, I'll always be there for you.

as i walk down the road
i see the river in the woods
the one that doesn’t always
stay on the ground,

the one with the waterfalls
that don’t go down
the one with the fish
that that are under the river

it’s a hot day
so i go to the river
and climb a tree
to dive from

as i climb i see
the fish on the branches
and the birds swimming below
as i climb to the top

and then i jump
as high as i can
and i fall
to the river below

i dive as deep
as i think i can go
then i go farther
till i get there

when i make it here
to the underwater river
where it’s cool and dark
and i lie here, and stay

when i wake
where the sky is dark
and the moon flows through
the waters above

and then i swim
right back up
and jump out of the water
to the tallest branch on the tree

so then i sleep
in the tallest branch
and i wake up
to this dream

 If something you love is being taken away

 Make sure you let no one stand in your way

 Becuase no one should take something you love away

 Make sure they no your there to stay

 You charge your own path

 Through the bumps and up the hills

 If you keep your roots stuck in the ground

 no one will be able to do anything to stop you from doing what you love.

Playing piano at a concert,

Writing lyrics for a song,

Singing up on stage,

In front of everyone.

If I don't faint from exhaustion

If I don't die from fright

I'll be having a very good night.

In Ten Years...

Alexa Kartschoke

Grade 6

In ten years i will be done with my first years of college. I will be done with my education for now and i will be  "officially" considered an adult. I will be twenty one. I will have alot of new friends and many places i have been. I would like to have a car but that might not be true. I will most likely be using technology for everything and everyone will have some sort of phone like device. I will hold my own bank account and will have a job. Hopefully a well paying job like my wish to be a chef. I will hopefully remember all of my friends from now and all of the people who have helped me get this far like my teachers. I will make new friends in college and in a job. Many people think that future is so far away and you don't need to think about it but you do. I will have a great future ahead of me and I look forward to it.

I know I'm not the only one who doesn't understand it. Sometimes it just doesn't make sence. We get into situations we shouldn't be in, and lose alot of people because of it. There will always come a time in your life when you realize you have to let go of certain things, so why ccan't we just do that with war I mean thats what we have to do with life, how harde could it be to let go of war. It's not like it's your whole life. But like William Gladstone said "when the power of love overcomes the love of power the world will know peace." So just let go of your love of power, and make us a free world like we were supposed to be in the beginning.

She was leaving.

The world was raining.

It would be wet for months.

I tried to say something.

Something to stop her.

From leaving me.

Leaving us here. Wet.

But she was sick.

She needed to get away.

Out-run this... thing.

I knew she would be back.

Bringing the light back with her.

And she would hold me in her tired arms.

She would be strong again.

But now she was weak,

And I was even more so.

Because I never actually said the words.

 I think this hurts more to admit than think

 That reality is that feeling in your stomach 

The one you get when you hang upside down for to long

 Migraines stomach akes and hallucinations

Every time i speak threes a death not always peaceful

Not always painful

The people who hurt aren't just hurting themselves it should effect you to

So reality isn't pretty but it's what it is

You can't change it so leave your life to float

With the wind and do what it's supposed to as much as it hurts

When I let these words out it feels upsetting and refreshing to

But I no i'm not alone.

In 15 years, I will know her:

My trust, my mirror, my soul.

She is my tomorrow.

My faith in the sunlight that's kissed with her presence.

She breathes with my lucent wishes,

and sings to me with her possibility.

She is my tomorrow. My future.

A glowing silhoette,

dancing in my consciousness.

Red lanterns floating

On thick, black, crystal waters

Sadness fills the air

 Tell  mama I love her

 And my brother little Lou to

 Tell Grandma I love her sweaters

 And tell dad he taught me well

 Tell sis i'll miss her bickering

 And tell my teachers they helped me

 And made me somewhat strong

 My hands are weak 

 I can not speak

 I'm letting go for the better

 I no your eyes will be much wetter

 But you need to understand

 It's not your fault you did't no

 But inside i was dying strand by strand

 I've been bullied in more that one way

 I can no longer stay

 I'm barely breathing here in my room

 The drugs are beginning to fume

 I'll miss you all please no that it wasen't 

 The kids faults

 I'm just stupid and can't put up a fight

 So I'm ending my life.

   His poor eyes stare up in to mine; the life draining out of them. I can’t say goodbye to the one that I have loved for so long. The way I used to let him drink my mom’s Mountain Dew when I was young and take my lollypop and stick in his mouth. He didn’t mind. Now all those memories are fading, and I can’t seem to hold on.

   Good-bye.

   Those terrible words almost slip from my lips, but I can’t seem to say them.  I don’t want to say them. It’s too late; his eyes close, and I see him stop breathing. The world gets blurry; tears burn my eyes. I lower my head to his body, hoping that he is somewhere safe in doggy heaven chasing after a bone. Maybe, he is finally happy and free, not having his legs hurt all the time. 

   I sink to the floor and weep; I have had my dog for so long, since I was two, and now my best friend is gone. No more puppy eyes. No more snotty wet nose that looked like he ran into a wall. I loved him with all my heart; he was the best dog I ever had.

   My other dog, Tink, walks up to me and looks up at her best friend wondering why he’s not moving .She wonders why she will never see him again. She tilts her head and starts to whimper, prodding Toby telling him to move. But he just can’t.

   Saying good bye is hard, especially if it’s someone you loved.

I can hear my mom calling my name. I don’t answer her. I don’t move. I just keep staring up at the house, its windows overflowing with jumbled memories. I see the light blue paint, and remember when it was painted. I was four. I remember watching my dad, singing as he covered the ugly green paint with even strokes of blue. His singing was the color of the paint, light and airy like the sky.

My eyes move to the windows. Or not the windows. To one window. My window. The shade is drawn, but I can still imagine what is behind it. Now it is only an empty, dusty room, but I can still remember when it was filled with light and happiness. My bed, covered with my grandmother’s handmade quilt, pushed up against the south wall. My mahogany desk, cluttered with spiral-bound notebooks and pencils, overlooking the front yard. My bookshelves, covering two whole walls, jam-packed with books off all different heights and widths. The fuzzy yellow rug by the bed, so littered with clothes and magazines it is barely recognizable. I want it all back, but now it isn’t there. It’s in the back of the U-Haul, already on the way to Maine.

“Kassie! Now!”

My mom’s voice snaps me out of my reverie. I take one last long look at the house, then turn my back on it, and slowly walk to the car. I know I am not just turning my back on a house. I’m turning my back on a life. But there’s nothing I can do. It’s not my life anymore. It’s waiting to be someone else’s. I take a deep breath, and get in the car. I have a new life awaiting me.

Just Before

Lily Cote

Grade 6

Just before the Track Meet my stomach gets all flip-flopy. Signing up then lining up for the 100 meter third to last the excitment fills inside me. When they shoot the gun I hear a loud boom! Once I am over the boom I start to run as fast as I can. Then I go to the discus. You sign upfor the second time. Get a practice throw or two before it starts. Then the real compitition starts. I throw it 32 feet. All the other girls throw past the white line. Fifty feet. Next is the long jump. I sign up yet again. I start to mark my twelve steps. Aparently they weren't big enough. On my first jump I jumped really far for me. But sadly I faulted. I have lots of fun at track meets now. With all my friends supporting me.

There will always come a time

when you realize who matters,

who never did,

and who always will.

So don't worry about you past,

because there is a reason why

those people dont make it to your future.

It was a cold world warmed effortlessly by the artful of footsteps that led me here.

Abstract seconds shifted to impersonate reality.

A dichotomy in the heart of fire.

And in the fire in my heart.

The silence of the sunlight echos off the sandy din in my mind.

A place in existance named after what I thought only a possibility.

Lineir enerergy comprised into a heartbeat the color of one day.

It caught my attention and led me forward.

I stumbled after it as it danced simply over unlived life.

As I heard my own voice singing to me.

Cornering me

until I didn't move, not daring to disrupt its frigil energy.

And then there I stood.

The world had stoped spinning.

I forgot it ever had.

I willingly let myself slip from my soul

and gave in to the silent beauty that stood there, waiting to overthrow me.

The rays of sunlight cradled my breath in invisable arms.

A freeze frame cadence in a windless desert.

Golden silk fluttering towards the mirage of a horizen.

Life is too precious to worry about.

Say what you want to say.

Do what you want to do.

And dont let people who dont matter bring you down.

Because there is a reason why those people dont make it to your future.

Life is too short.

Grudges are a waste of perfect happiness.

Laugh when you can apoligize when you should.

And let go of what you can't change.

Forgive quickly, take chances,

And have no regrets.

Life is to short to be unhappy,

You have to take the good with the bad.

Smile when your sad, love what you have.

And always remember what you had.

Always forgive, but never forget.

Learn from your mistakes but never regret.

People change and things go wrong,

But remember life goes on.
 

Green

Rebecca Chicoine

Grade 6

Green. Green is a wonderful color.   Don’t you agree?   It stands for green up day.   Helping the earth is such a good thing.   People rarely like the color green.   I know that because I love the color green and I tell all my friends that I like the color green and they said really you like the color green??   I say to them ya why is it not a good color.   They say that that means I’m a good person because the color green stands for helping the earth and they said that if someone likes the color green it means that they have a big heart to fit the whole world because green.   Is a wonderful color.   The color green can help the world in many many ways.     Everybody knows that. I’m not wrong am I.   What do you think about the color green??   Do you like it??

Solutions

Alexa Kartschoke

Grade 6

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I still remember you,
oh yes I do.
Since you've gone up there
I've thought about you everywhere.
Your special to me,
you died when I was two.
I nearly knew how to tie my shoe,
But I guess it's the way it's supposed to to be.
I hope you still remember me,
'Cause don't forget,
I still remember you!

When I think of green, I think of a baseball field

The way the players leave their foot prints

Trailing through the kiwi lime grass,

The cheering of fans for the lake monsters,

The jade banners, flapping in the summer breeze,

The thudding sound of the ball, gently falling on the grass  

Crack! A home run! Leaping for the ball, missing, wondering

“Where did it go?”

Years going by, nobody finding that home run ball,  

I know where it lays, down on the field in the lime green grass.

It makes me feel so angry,
so upset.
How people think how people are.
They think how Charlie is,
      how he is dumb.
He has this operation
And he gets a little smart
And he gets a lot smart
And he gets really, really smart.
And then he deteriorates
       Into the man he was before.

I feel like Charlie should be dumb,
      because that is who he is.
I feel a strong connection with him.
Because 80% of the time I feel like him,
        plain old dumb.
When Charlie was dumb he depended on other people
but he was kinder.
I like how he realized people were treating him poorly
and he quit his job because of it.
He had a lot of dignity, then,
           when he was dumb.

If you have a disability,
            like Charlie or me.
People should help you
People should understand you and value you.
And not just think that you are less than them.
And not just think that you
            are plain old dumb.
Because inside you are not dumb.
You are this miraculous piece of nature.

She has a voice
like a songbird.
Her music makes me cry,
it is so happy and alive.
It is big and magnificent.
When she sings I am overwhelmed by emotion,
like a door opening inside me  that has never opened before.
She has met Luciano Pavarotti.
She has sung at the Metropolitan Opera and in Japan.
Her black hair shines.
Her presence is radiant.

Her essence is beauty.