1) Hold On by Jonas Brothers (okay, okay I know it is cheesy but you'll get obsessed quickly)
2) Nancy Mulligan by Ed Sheeran (it's ed sheeran, do I even have to explain this?)
3) Perfect Places by Lorde (her deep/soulful voice is the best thing ever)
4) La Di Da by Lennon Stella (super catchy)
5) Without You by David Guetta, Usher (idk how to explain this, but this song will literally cause shivers to run down your spine)
6) Sugar, We're Goin Down by Fall Out Boy (it will get you hypeeeee)
7) Bloodline by Ariana Grande (will cause you to start doing milly-rocks awkwardly wherever you are listening to this song)
8) Brand New by Ben Rector (legit will cause you to fill with joy and hope, i honestly don't understand what they put in this song)
9) Am I Wrong by Nico & Vinz (i swear, you will swaying in your frickin seat)
10) If You're Over Me by Years & Years (will make you want to shove all those fake friends outta your life)

It's never easy to get those words on the page. To open up and be vulnerable. As a writer I know that feeling when it is over. When you have written something. This relief floods through your body. Often times you sit back and go "what on earth was that". You have a little chuckle then you put that piece in a folder never to be read by anyone. Everyone is guilty of this. The problem is though, no matter who you talk to you're always told that it is best to be honest. In your writing, in your art, your opinions and thoughts. When you finally open up it is almost as if a dam has broken and you're on the side with the high pressure. The side where all that bottled up fear and paranoia has fled from. That feeling you get of relief, hold onto it. We all push it away; fix the dam and bottle shit up again. As a writer I know that some of my best work has come from just sitting down and getting all my shit down on the page.

I slowly come back to myself. I feel dazed from what, I haven't a clue. My world feels like it's spinning out of control. I'm in a sea of nothing, yet everything at the same time. "Where am I?" I wonder aloud, talking to no one but myself. I cannot pick out a singular detail of where I am, but I know for sure where I'm not: home. I went to sleep in my bed, I'm sure of it. I have never had a tendency of sleepwalking, so how did I get here? The world around me seemed to be fading. Like I'm losing myself to find the world. "Maybe I'm dreaming, I have to be dreaming!" I scream into the void that is now my surroundings. I should be scared, but I'm not. I should be running far away, but my legs won't move. Am I standing in quicksand, or am I just paranoid? This is a dream. I try with all my might to pick up my feet, but nothing happens. Finally, the dark lifts up, and I'm in my backyard. My brother heard me screaming so he came to rescue me.

Hi. Emma Raspe here. Today, I am going to tell you all about Isle la motte. Isle la motte is where my camp is. As tou can see, I'm the Unaficial Dog-walker Of The Park. For short, I am the UDOTP. I walk a whitish laber-doodle named Oreo. I play with two other dogs named Stormy, and Moca. Moca's full name is "Brook Tempas In A Cup Of Moca." We have some friends up there. They live in Northfield, VT.  
 

As we drove along the windy road that felt like it never ended, I started to question if I was ready. My whole life I had been afraid of the exhilarating feeling you get when you go on a rollercoaster. Today I was going to face that fear by going straight to the heart - cliff jumping. When we finally arrived I had to walk along a narrow path through the woods to get to the first jump. I decided not to jump. I doubted myself. But the only way around is hiking back and then swimming upstream in the strong current, so that’s what I had to do. Halfway through I thought about swimming back but there was no point. I thought to myself, “better keep going”. I kept on swimming and once I got to the first jump I was so tired it was hard to get up the slimy rock. Nobody was jumping off this one. It was about 15 feet tall but you had to jump far out or else you would hit sharp rocks at the bottom. This time I didn’t run away from my fear. Somehow confidence overcame me and I decided to go for it.

No littering. It's bad for the environment. It can kill birds and any animals. Don't litter. If you litter, it means an animal will die, which isn't good. If you even throw gumo on the ground, birds can eat it and die because it can get stuck to their beaks.

Lilly Clark
Grade 2
Killington Elementary School
 

My friend and I went to Jay Peak. We got to the condo. We opened the door and it was small. Then we opened the room next door and HOLY COW. It was the biggest condo I've ever seen. It had a bunk bed and everything! My friend and I played tag in the hallway, and the water park was two floors below us.

Max Rayner
Grade 3
Killington Elementary School
 

The noise in the background dulls. I can still hear my teammates' cheering voices but it's like they are yelling through a closed door.

I look down at the gray, carpeted floor, the gymnastics floor. There are little pieces of material that have come off from years of people flipping and falling. I imagine all the people who stood right here, in this very spot. I think of all the people doing what I am about to do.

I close my eyes and picture myself doing a flawless back handspring. My toes pointed, my knees locked out, and my hands reaching back and then landing on my feet.

I swing my arms forward and the few hushed voices I can still hear fade away.

It’s just me and my fear.

The thing I have been scared to do, the thing that has been holding me back from getting first place, the thing I want to be able to do so much.

Then I fling myself backwards.