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My Best Friend Fran Alyssa S
The story of Fran all started on my first day of youth group. I walked in one Wednesday afternoon only knowing my friend Ashley. Ashley is 1 year older than me and had been going to youth group years before me. Fran is my age and had started youth group a little before me. We started playing a bunch of fun games like dodge ball and I found out Fran would be a really nice friend to have. Fran has black hair that runs down to her elbows. She always keeps it perfectly brushed and smooth. She is about 5 feet tall with skinny pole legs. Her eyes were the color brown and the smile on her face never leaves. Her voice is so calming and satisfying, it could put you to sleep. If I am feeling down, she’s the one I want to go to. I didn't think it was possible to be so nice. Watching Fran be so concerned about other people makes me think about how I act and how I treat other people. She is more worried about other people's happiness than her own. If she sits in the chair you were trying to sit in, she will move to a different chair just so you could be happy. She lets other people have more playing time than her, she moves out of the way if you want the ball, and is just a great friend to play games with. Arrival time at youth group is 7:00 and we start playing games at 7:30. Before 7:30 comes, we run around with basketballs and scooters just being normal middle school teens. Us girls used the hula hoops to pull each other around on scooters while the boys did something with basketballs. Lots of the girls at youth group can run pretty fast so being the one on the scooter can be a risk and a huge blast. I hopped on the scooter once it was my turn and we took off fast. I felt the wind in my hair as we catch speed every second. Once we got near the wall, I wanted to see what would happen if I let go. So I did and I went full speed right toward the wall. As I crash into the wall and fall off my scooter, I see Fran running over to say the words I've heard many times before. Once she got close enough, she said “Are you okay?” I’m laughing like crazy and reassure her that I am totally fine. “That was awesome, let’s do that again.” As I go again and again, charging toward the wall, I am glad I have a friend so concerned about me. Even though all my friends are great and a lot of fun, Fran is the only one I have that will ask the same question again and again just to make sure I was okay. Having Fran be there when I want to do my crazy stunts is a good idea. If I could have her as a friend forever I would, but I can’t. Fran moved away a couple of months ago and I have a feeling I won’t see her again, but I will remember her kindness and concern forever.
What Happened After School Rasha B. I wasn’t expecting it. Nobody was. Mom and Dad had been reading the newspaper these days, something they never used to do. I could hear dad in the kitchen muttering to himself, sometimes yelling. Mom always cried when she read the newspaper lately. I don't know why. Whenever I come into the room they both put on fake smiles, and pretend like nothing's happening. Sometimes dad doesn't even pretend to be happy, just sighs and storms out of the room. I caught a glimpse of the paper once. It read: U.S. lost $6,000,000,000 today alone Unclear what comes next for homeowners I don't know what any of that means. Mom and Dad don’t want to tell me. They say I don't need to worry about it, but if I don’t, then why do they need to? We can’t watch T.V anymore. I tried turning it on, but Mom told me to stop wasting my time trying, it was broken. I don’t know why they don’t get it fixed, but they don’t. The phones are broken too. When I called Ann-Marie's house phone all I heard was a loud beeping. There are protesters now. They gather in streets yelling, “Free the soldiers! Free the soldiers!” I don’t know what that means either. Mom told me to stay away from them. I don’t know what a lot of things mean anymore. Ann-Marie, Emily, and I were all walking out of the school building, laughing when we heard it. It was a loud bang. It sounded like fireworks, but it wasn't. I wish they were fireworks. I wish it was my imagination. I wish it were a dream, a nightmare. I wish it was anything than what it actually was. I heard people begin to scream out in fear, children crying for their mothers. A cloud of dark smoke erupted into the sky. Everything began to look fuzzy. My eyes unwillingly began to close. I could see other people fainting. I suddenly became very dizzy, but didn’t faint, I couldn't. My body stood paralyzed in fear. A man was yelling at us to duck. I gained enough self control to hide behind a huge tree next to the school. Ann-Marie and Emily had fainted. I pulled them next to me and waited. I waited and waited, but I didn’t know what I was waiting for.
To Be Continued
Emma’s New Laces By: Alyssa S
New room, house, school, and neighborhood. There are so many new things going on, it’s surprising my mom is letting me pick one more. As we walk into Kohl's and down the aisle, Something wants my attention. Something pretty, something shiny, something new. It has a rainbow heart on the side, a sparkly toe, and strings that wrap under and over the other strings. These will be perfect for first grade. I tug my mom, but she won’t come. She says we should go to the toy section, but she doesn’t know I want these new shoes. This kind of thing happens a lot, she never comes with me. I always have to do things myself. I leave her and run after those shoes. I pull them off the shelf and accidentally drop one. As the shoe hits the ground, lights go off on the toe, almost knocking my socks off. This makes my mind wonder. I would look so cool in those shoes. Everyone is going to say “ I wish I had those sparkly, new shoes.” My mom, being so slow, finally is standing next to me and grabs my hand, pulling me away from the shelf. I hold my shoes tight because I know those shoes want to come with me. “ Emma, put those shoes back on the shelf! You already have good shoes.” my mom says. She doesn’t care as much as I do about these shoes. They need me. They need someone to wear them not to be put back on a shelf. “Mommy, these shoes need me. They don’t want to go back on the shelf. I am the only one who can wear them.” trying to make her understand like she never does. After a lot of whining and yelling and trying to make her want these shoes, she says I can get them only if I be a good girl for the rest of the day. We buy the shoes with what my mommy calls money and drive home in Steven. That is the awesome name I came up with for our car. I stare out the window and see a lot of kids playing on the playground. I want to take my new shoes to the park and show all those other kids the lights on the toe. Again and again, I shake the shoe box and peek inside to see the light shine until the darkness comes back. We are home and I say bye to Steven as I run inside to show Daddy my new shoes. My mom opens the door and I go running inside. There are still boxes stacked up against the wall. My room is in the very back next to the bathroom. My mommy’s and daddy’sroom is right in frontof mine. I go insideand see my dad watching sports. “Daddy, daddy, look at what I bought at the store. Aren’t they amazing!?” My daddy looks up and then looks at my mommy who was right behind me. He has his face of “really” and “does she really need it”, but mommy’s face is “she did her complaining again”.This happens a lot so I know all about mommy’s and daddy’s looks. It’s kind of like a secret code they think only the know, but not any more. Daddy goes back to watch his sports and I see mommy walk out of the room. I try to catch up to her so I can ask her if I can go to the playground. I grab her arm and pull her back and she looks at me with her “What?” face. “ Mommy, I want to go to the park!” I pleaded with her. “It is too late to go to the park, you need to get ready for bed,” my mom said calmly. She is always telling me this every time I want to do something. It’s not fair, but I will get a chance to show off my new shoes in first grade. First grade starts tomorrow and I can’t wait to have all eyes on my shoes! I take a bath, brush my teeth, and put on my favorite Kitten pjs. I get in bed and say good night as my eyes are slowly pulled into sleep. The next morning, my eyes opened to the smell of … blueberry pancakes, my very most favorite! I barely use my feet and just let my nose take down the hall to the kitchen. It seems like my daddy’s nose got here first and he is sitting down reading his morning papers. I step on my tippy tip of my toes to see the stack of pancakes piled up on the table. I sit down at my big girl table and I don’t need to go on my tippy toes to see my own stack of pancakes. They are cut up into slices on my favorite plate with kittens on it. I climb up on my big girl chair and stare down at those sticky and covered in butter pancakes. As I pick up my fork to start eating, past the table by the door is a box and that box that my shoes that my shoes still happen to be in. I quickly eat all my pancakes and show my mom my empty plate. I jump off my chair and snatch those shoes like someone was about to steal them. I slowly lift up the lid to see those sparkly shoes sitting their looking even better than yesterday. I quickly head to my room to put on my favorite kitten dress with my flower bow that goes in my hair. After mommy helps me get dressed, I run back over to those shoes to make sure they didn’t run away without me. Mommy comes over to hand me my also new back pack. There is a kitten on the front with actual fur. I put that back pack on my back and start heading for the door. From behind me I hear a coughing noise like daddy does when he wants my attention so I give it to him. “ You weren't going to leave me here hugless, were you?” daddy says. He is sitting there with his paper down on the table and his arm out. “There would be no way I would go to school without giving you a hug, Daddy,” I tell him as I run over and land right between his arms. “ Do your best at school Emma. Show everyone there who Emma can be” My daddy reassures me as I let go. Mommy walks over holding my kitten lunch box that she always fills with surprises. In her other hand, she is holding the keys to Steven which means to hurry up. She hands me my lunch box as I take those shoes out of the box and drop them on the floor. The lights turn on, but then stopped like they have been unplugged. Every time I drop those shoes, the lights are plugged in the unplugged again. I open up the door to a sunny day with Steven still in the spot we left him yesterday. The door to steven opens without me even touching it. Mommy has a remote that can open any door, but she needs to open her door all by herself. I think Steven knows she is old enough to open her own doors. I have to use my arms and legs to climb onto my seat because it is so high up. I press the button on the door that lets Steven know I am in the car and he can close the door. Mommy opens her own door and closes her own door as she puts the key in Stevens mouth. As mommy turn the key, the car makes a purring sound like there is a really big cat under the car. We pull out of the driveway and onto the road with all the other cars. As my school starts to come into view, I see all the other kids walking through the front door. Mommy finally lets me out of the car so I can follow all the other kids through the front door. In front of me I see a big sign with an arrow and some words. I know how to read so I know these words say first grade that way. I do what the sign says and walk down the first grade hallway. I find the room that says Ms. Keen on the door and walk in to see more students my age who are also in first grade. I take my backpack over to where I see cubbies to find out one has my name on it. There are 2 hooks so I hang my backpack up on one of them. I hear a loud bell sound and find a open seat in the back. I look down on my toes and make sure the lights are plugged in. I see the flash of lights that I see every time I take a step. “Hello everybody, my name is Ms. Keen and you may call me Ms. K if you want to. Today we are all going to come up front and share a little bit of our summer. Who would like to go first?” I make sure my hand is higher than anyone else's. This is my opportunity to show off my lights. I will show them who Emma can be. “ How about…..you, in the back. Can you come up here and tell us about your summer?” the teacher says with her finger pointing straight at me. “Okay, here I go” I tell myself as I get up from my seat. I start walking, one foot in front of the other. I make sure I am stomping so the lights on my shoes will flash on and off. Someone behind me whispers “your shoe is untied, look.” so I do and I see my laces flop around like snakes having a party with the lights. Looking down at my feet made me forget about my walking. As I finally look up, the teacher is right there in front of me. Before I could stop my legs from walking, the teacher sticks out her hands and stops me herself. This causes me to loose my balance and stumble backwards a bit. Just as I thought I found my balance again, I accidently step on one of the dancing snakes and it isn’t to happy about it. That snake pulls me right down to the ground and I land flat on my back. The kids are all staring down looking like they never noticed me until just now. I could feel the burning of all those eyes on my skin and hear all the laughs coming from the room. I felt my eyes start filling up with water and knew this is not what I should do on the first day of school, but I couldn’t help it. My eyes started dripping tears and those drips turned into drops. I just looked down at the snakes who were probably laughing just like all the other kids were. I didn’t mind all the laughing, but the fact that they were all laughing straight at me made me feel worse than I already did. “ It’s gonna be okay, how about you tell us about your summer?” the teacher told me trying to stop my tears, but it doesn’t help. Actually, it kinda made it worse. She said it was going to be okay, but how is it going to be okay when all the kids are looking right at me. I slid my shoes off and threw them on the floor. They are the ones that made me fall. They are the ones that made everyone laugh. Those shoes didn’t seem so special to me anymore. With anger and sadness, I ran out of that room. I had to get away from the stareing. Away from the laughing. Away from those shoes. “Wait, Emma! Come Back” the teacher tried to yell behind me, but I don’t know an Emma anymore. She got tripped by snakes and will never be Emma again. As I run and run and run down the hall, I think of what my dad told me. “Show them who Emma can be.”, but right know I showed them that Emma can be a clumsy, fool who can’t tie her shoes. Everyone in that class can probably tie their shoes and I am the only one who can’t. When I run out of hallway to run in I stand by the door and stare out of the glass. I want to open the door and run, I want to go home, I want to be back at my other house with friends that thought I was smart, funny, and knew how to walk. I standing there by the door and try to calm down. By the time my tears were all down the drain, I get startled by a hand being put on my shoulder. As I turn around expecting to see Ms. K, but to my surprise, I see a girl who is almost my size. She has blonde hair and really pretty blue eyes. I look down at her feet to expect pretty, tied up shoes, but her shoes are nothing like that. Her shoes are black and blue with pink velcro straps I used to have on my other shoes. I look back up at her and she is looking down at my socks. Once she looks up she found out I was looking at her shoes and it’s like she is reading my mind. In the nicest and most prettiest voice I ever heard, she says quietly “I’m Lucy and I don’t know how to tie my shoes either”. Those words made me feel not so left out anymore. They made me feel like I was the smart and funny Emma again. She walks over and gives me a hug. I felt all my clumsiness and anger run out the door and far far away. Hugs always make me feel better and it really did right now. After all the hugging stopped and all the sadness left, she starts taking her shoes off. She holds them out in front of her and says she will let me were hers for the day. Even though I couldn’t handle new laces, they led me to making a new friend and I think I can handle that.
Behind The Mask Story 2, Rasha B.
I woke in a dimly lit room. A hall, I should say. It seemed like almost a hundred children lay closely next to each other in cots, me being one of them. There were no windows, only white, dirty, old walls protecting us from the outside. My mind raced with questions, questions turned into confusion, confusion formed into fear, and in almost a half a second I went from questioning everything to nearly fainting. All I could remember was sitting behind that tree. It felt like hours, although it was probably minutes. I remember a black spinning image take over my vision and I could no longer see. I remember feeling an exhausted sensation take over my entire mind. I let go. I couldn't take it anymore. I fainted. I gave in, and here's where it got me. But, where did it get me? I have no idea where I am. Where Ann-Marie or Emily are, where Mom and Dad are, who any of these children are. Once again I find myself feeling like the only one not knowing what's going on. I realize I am one of the only ones awake. I'm also one of the oldest children in the room. I hear a booming voice behind me. “Alisia Jane,” I try hard not to jump, but I cannot help it. “Y...yes,” I stutter out. “I see that you're awake, follow me,”. My mind is split in two trying to decide whether to get up and go with the man, or stay in my cot, where at least I knew I would be safe for now. Following this man could lead to situations where a number of unexpectable, unsafe things could happen to me. Not knowing where I was going or what it could lead to, I rose.