Lindsay Swanson
The Power of Two
Submitted by amyd121 on May 13, 2008 - 10:05.The Power of Two
By Lindsay Swanson
Ferrisburgh Central School, Grade 6
Yasdnil opened the big brass doors of her new middle school. Not only did Yasdnil have the weirdest name ever, but she had a pretty unique sense of fashion. She had tie-dyed hi-top socks up to her knees with a matching mini skirt, faded from her wearing it so much, and coated with grass stains. She had on a neon red and yellow shall with a white, frilly button-up shirt under it. Looking around, she knew that her life was ruined.
As kids passed her she could hear whispers and she could only assume they were about her. “I can do this,” she thought, “sticks and stones will break my bones, but…”
She was cut off when she ran right into a boy about her age with frizzy red hair and wide-rimmed glasses. Yasdnil fell to the floor and so did the boy.
“Hey look, the losers are taking a trip together!” taunted a voice somewhere out in the crowd. Roaring laughter was heard all around.
The Test
Submitted by amyd121 on March 31, 2008 - 14:27.The Test
By Lindsay Swanson
Ferrisburgh Central School, Grade 6
I sit
waiting
heart thumping,
and soft,
clammy hands
clenched.
Foot taps
repeatedly
against the floor.
Papers are
passed.
Confusion masks
many faces.
And then,
an idea!
Hand shoots up…
“Um, stomach ache?”
Week 31:Farmer's-Swanson
Submitted by amyd121 on April 9, 2007 - 11:19.Milking
Lindsay Swanson
Ferrisburgh Central School, Grade 5
I walk into the barn and I stare,
I watch, mystified by what I see.
A farmer sits and squeezes each udder,
With hands as careful as a doctor's.
I love the sound of the squirting milk,
When it hits that cold metal and- SPLATS!
