Dec 20
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Don't Worry

Don't worry when you do something new
You will meet a new crew
Maybe one or a few

But don't get confused
You can do something new
At home
Or at a building
Don't be dealing with stress

Please don't worry
Or be sorry
I will understand too
 
Dec 20
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Dinner with My Family

Tomorrow I hope to go to KFC.  I’ve always wanted to go there because the food looks so good.  I ask mom and dad to go and they say, “Y-E-S, Yes!”

Five hours later, we are going to KFC. Out of nowhere, Big Chungus, a giant ten feet tall, four feet wide rabbit pushes us off the road.

The car crashes into a rock.  We get out of the car. We are really hungry. We look around and see a rock shaped like a potato.

My sister says, “I’m eating that potato.”

Mom looks down and sees ants carrying a bag of potato chips.  Mom says, “I’m eating those potato chips.”

Dad sees yogurt in the car and says, “I’m eating that yogurt.”

I look around and see a zero star restaurant in the middle of nowhere.  “Instead of eating all that junk, let’s go to that restaurant,” I say.

“What is the name of that restaurant?” my sister asks.

Dad sees a faded away sign.  “I think it says Barney’s Bugs,” Dad says.
Dec 20
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There's No I in Team


It was the day of the relay race, and Lucia was pacing her room with worry. She was extremely fast, so that wasn't what she was worried about. 
    She was worried about her teammate, Charlotte, who was extremely slow. Lucia’s team was going against Justin’s team. Lucia had to come up with a plan. She would not let Charlotte ruin this for her. Not one bit.
    At the race Lucia ran passed Amber. 

“Whoa, Lucia! Watch out!” 

“Sorry” Lucia responded. “Late, late, so late.”

    She finally got there and started to run. She got to Charlotte, and hesitated. Then she ran passed.

“Lucia? Lucia!”

As she ran, her teammates angry cries drowned into the crowd’s cheers. She looked next to her. There Noah, was snickering at her. 

“What happened to your team, Lucia? Did they realize there was no hope?”

Before she could come up with a comeback, Noah passed his stick to Justin.
Dec 20
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Roses

Roses are like me

Bold

Yet quiet

But roses are definitely not like Wyatt

He stomps

And seizes

And breaks

And he never ever covers his sneezes

Roses are like me

Bold

Yet quiet

But roses are definitely not like Wyatt


P.S. I know there is a Wyatt in my school

If you're reading this

This Wyatt is not you

 
Dec 20
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The Clearing

Imagine a place in the woods just for you.

Surrounded by all your favorite flowers, from roses to poppies.  Picture yourself lying on the green grass, rays of sun warming you, like an oven to a pie. 

See yourself, staring up to the flash lights, which are the stars wrapped in a blanket of night sky.

 Picture this, and see that you are one with Mother Nature.

 
Dec 20
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Dreaming

As I sit in class dreaming

I just hear math math math

I hear homework is this

Homework is that

And the only thing my mind thinks is

Stop stop stop stop

Then I hear the bell

Go ring-ity ring

“Class dismissed” my teacher yelled

But right as I was about to walk out the door

My teacher reminds me that its music so go

Sing-ity sing

And I got a bad grade

 
Dec 20
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School

When I go to school, I feel like I'm going to another planet. A planet of learning and safety. The teachers are kind aliens and the students are like you. Humans who need to learn. But sometimes the teachers forget to not use teacher language. Well, one time in 4th grade my teacher forgot to speak kid for a day. So that day I go home from school and my mom says, “What did you learn today?” I pause to think, then reply, “I don’t have the foggiest idea.”
 
Dec 06
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The One

Dec 06
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The Real Meaning of Christmas

Amy was at my house that Sunday morning, telling me a Christmas story.

"So last year, I was extremely naughty," she said.

I nodded.

"I growled at the cat, I screeched in church, and I even ate pencil shavings!"

I grimaced at the last one.

"That Christmas Eve, I worried. A LOT!"

Again, I nodded.

"The next morning, I woke up to find a letter on my bedside table. It was written in neat black cursive."

"What did it say, Amy?" I asked.

"Patience, Aria," she said back. We laughed and she continued her story.

"It said, 'Dear Amy, I gave you no presents, but seeing your family and spreading joy is a present of its own. Your friend, Santa Claus.' The end."

Her story warmed my heart. Spreading cheer really was the point of Christmas. Merry Christmas!
 
Dec 06
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The Starving Cat

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