Best 05-06

By Jessie Fortier
Essex Middle School, Grade 6

The day my mother died, I was riding in the car on my way home from lunch. I was with my grandmother (on my Dad’s side of the family). We were at Five Corners, and we got the call on the cell phone that she had died.

This story was given dramatic presentation by the Vermont Stage Company in December 2005

By Abbie Senesac
Champlain Valley Union High School, Grade 10

“Silence is golden,” grandmother says.

This poem was given dramatic presentation by the Vermont Stage Company in December 05

By Abby LeDoux
Georgia Middle School, Grade 8

Wake up to
Frosted glass window panes

This story was given dramatic presentation by Vermont Stage Company in December 2005

By Moya Cavanagh
Browns River Middle School, Grade 6

The sun rises on a snowy Vermont morning,

(fiction)

By Arianna Rehak
Williston Central School, Grade 8

My mother gave birth to me when she was only seventeen-years-old, far too young to properly care for a child. Instead of putting me up for adoption, she decided to hand me over to her mother. Soon afterwards, she moved to Mexico, and I haven’t seen her since. My grandmother raised me like her very own, and she was truly the one and only in my life.

By Sam Ross
Champlain Valley Union H.S., grade 10

One fine day with the snow fresh-fallen a lone lumberjack did leave
He needed wood to heat his house and the cold to relieve

By Lauren Bean
Champlain Valley Union High School, Grade 11

You! Yeah, you,
You’re the one who makes me feel fat and ugly,
I compare myself to everyone around me because of you,

By Jenn Gingras
Champlain Valley Union High School

I am sorry, for not being perfect, as you wish I was. I am not her.
I am sorry that you compare me to her, when you know that I am nothing like her

By Camille Johnson
Berlin Elementary School, Grade 5

I am sorry
my heart weeps with pain and guilt
my eyes sting and are flooded with tears of sorrow
I am sorry

By Camille Johnson
Berlin Elementary School, Grade: 5

Noah had been friends with a boy named Logan since the sixth grade. They were in 8th grade. Noah did not consider Logan to be smart. He was always in trouble of some sort because he was trying to be cool. Noah, on the other hand, was as sharp as an axe. He could do anything from algebra to understanding Shakespeare. The only thing that Noah lacked was courage. Noah always envied Logan for his courage.

By Julia Proft
Shelburne Community School, Grade 6

Fiery yet gentle
Luminous and bright
Deep pools capturing the reflection
Of a sacred, starry night.

Starting as the joyful

By Emma Campbell-Mohn
Homeschooler, Grade 6

Across the tranquil lake
Dwell the ancient mountains
I survey their silhouettes
Of green and blue
Their round edges

Jokes from Prudence Krasofski’s
Grades 3-4 Class at The Warren School:

This guy is holding a Vermont map and another guy walks up to him and says, “What state is that?”
“Dude, you don't know what that state is?”

By Jeseca Wendel
Mount Abraham Union High School, Grade 9

Well this is it, I’ll never drive. Never. Not with a parent, guardian, alone, with friends. Nope, I’ll never drive. I can’t believe I failed the test. I never fail. I cannot remember the last time I have ever failed a test. Oh yes, I can’t remember because I never have! I shall always be Jess: Can’t-drive-loser-girl. I will forevermore be begging for rides off people. I can already see myself on the side of the street hitch-hiking. Hitchhiking Jess, that’s what I’m changing my name to. Hitch-J for short.

By Bryon Hu
Mt. Mansfield Union High School, Grade 10

When I think of money I do not think of wealth, for true wealth is knowledge.
So even the poorest of people can be wealthy; they just have to seek out the light.