Nonfiction

At Crossroads Academy, in Lyme, N.H., the English 8 program follows in the footsteps of the History 8 program.

I want to be able to do something that people can only dream of. Most people would choose something common as a sixth sense, like sensing imminent danger, or sensing others' feelings, but I would take a different route.

Leaves Will FallHave you ever seen a tree? And no, I don’t mean just seeing one as you drive down the highway. I mean have you ever really looked at one?

We, Humans, have something to say to you, Trees:
Dear Trees,

Thank you

Thank you for providing us with oxygen, fruit, a hug from time to time

Thank you for standing strong and mighty, providing a sense of stability

The air is warm, with a light breeze that ruffles the trees. 

School just ended, Teddy, my best friend, and I walk through the halls to the bus.

I stumbled through the front door, threw my shoes off and laid on the floor. I didn’t want to move at all. An hour finally passed by, and I finally got up to get ready for practice.

Fifth-grade recess was a time of discovery. All around me, the bustling playground broke into groups; it was war, and we were picking sides. The self-appointed cool kids walked around while the stragglers followed.

When I look in the mirror
I see a short girl
With big long legs
Eyelahes too long
I see a girl
With a big nose
And dry sensitive hands
I see a super shy girl
Too quiet
I used to not like looking in the mirror

A policeman was driving on an icy road late at night. It was snowing and he couldn't wait to get home to his wife and daughter. 

I'm sure there is someone out there who is pretending.

Pretending to be ok, to be happy, to have a sense of humor. Just trying to not be serious at all so they will be liked.