Frances C. Richmond Middle School


The first heavy snow of the school year usually brings a snow day. Sleep in late, eat something sweet for breakfast, get out the coats and go sledding. It would be nice if we had a nice smooth steep slope out behind our house, with a flat plain to slow down on. But no. Out back is a forest. Read more »


The Mysterious Blue Door

This is the story of how a door changed my life. I was nearly thirteen years old. At the time, I loved to swim, read, play the piano, I got good grades, and loved to write. My parents were always supportive of everything I did, my homework, my sports, my music. Read more »



I’m tired, it’s late. Three long, hard hours ago I started on my homework. I have enough homework to last me the week, but I’m almost done. Fffffhheeeeuuuu! I close my social studies notebook and turn on my old, battered mac to do English. It looks like google 8.7x is out. Read more »


The Thingy

Eureka! I’ve done it! I’ve finally done it! Those were the sounds coming from our basement on a cool thursday night.What I thought, finished filling out tax forms, doing laundry, getting groceries? Going down my mental list of things that my dad hasn’t done in a while. Read more »


"This is no time to Snapchat!"

Mrs. Swampspoon was a terrible principal. She hated everything. Everything hated her. She was a monster. She stumbled down the hallway, always a nasty grin on her face. Her hair was a greasy black mop, animals seemed to be hiding in there. Read more »


Thank You Mom

Dear Mom,

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My Guardian Angel

I was sitting at the table in the math room, debating over question ten. "It's not zero. It can't be zero. It's multiplication, not addition. Even though there's negative numbers in here," I declared, stabbing my finger at a negative nine, "The number will only keep getting bigger no matter what I do." Jack considered this briefly, then began to protest. I shook my head, hair whipping into my face. I brushed the hair out of my eyes and stared around in surprise. Everyone was gone. Even Mr Behre, with his half finished equation on the board. Just- gone. Disappeared.The papers pinned to the board fluttered.

Where had they gone? For some strange reason, I didn't panic. I wandered up the hallway in a trance-like state. When I made it to the lobby, I stared at the door. Outside the windows, an unfamiliar forest stood, full of dark, forbidding trees. I tried the door, but it was, predictably, locked. Read more »

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Home Sweet Home

I don't do "normal". "Usual" just isn't my thing. Like today, for instance. I have fallen into the online site Young Writers Project. How unusal. Well, that's my usual. Ha ha. I jump up, and slam my head against a new blog post on the front page. Ow. I fall over, and hit my mouse pointer. Double ow. I grab onto the mouse for support, and it slides out of my grasp. I look up to the top of the page, where I can barely see the words Hi, Justagirl as an option. That's my profile. Read more »

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Today's Great Philosophical Discussions

OMG i <3 txting soooo much!!!!!!!!!!!!!

#luv life!!!!!!!!!!!!

BRB, gotta go selfie.

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mght be l8 4 smthing but dont care. 

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like all my life

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