Sam

So much depends
upon

My best friend
Sam

Who listens to my
problems

And tells me my stories are good
even if they aren’t

The Black Ipod

So much depends
Upon

A black IPod

With white headphones

Which is not
Allowed at school

so much depends
upon


this single
blue pen

i use
it to write


and to create

Writing Camp

So much depends upon
a smart group

of kids
who like to write

And a computer lab
to take them to.

After filling them up
with cookies

Sorry Poem

I have taken
Your book
Which was on
The shelf

The one your
favorite purple bookmark
was holding
a page in

I’m terribly sorry,
But I had to read it,
It was so funny,
And such a cliff-hanger

Your disappearing cake

I’m sorry I ate your cake.
It just looked so yummy.
With it’s icing and
Chocolate it was definitely
A treat.
I hope you
bring some more for dessert.
By: Uday Sappati

This is just to say

I have taken the chicken
That was in your freezer

(You didn’t take it. You stole it)

And which
You were probably
Going to eat
For dinner

(I was before you took it. Now I have to order for pizza)

Forgive me
They were KFC
So crispy
And so good

(I know. No wonder you stole it)

just to say

i have taken
the last piece of gum
from your pack


the pack that you
told me not
to take from


but you left
it out so
i had too
forgive me

MY POEM

I have taken
the cheese
that was in
the fridge

and whch
you were probally
staring at
for no reason

forgive me
but it was
provolone
my favorite

Tyler. Right now you’re a happy, carefree boy with no worries or problems. You never asked yourself, “What would happen if” or “What would’ve happened if”. Well, Tyler, a lot of crap is going to happen in the next 7 years. Mommy's going to die. But I’m telling you now that it’ll be okay. Keep a stiff upper lip, because there’s always a light at the end of the tunnel. When dad meets a lady named Michelle in 2006, a year after Mommy dies, be happy for him. He’s going to marry her and you’re going to have brothers for the very first time! Chandler is a hothead, and he’ll say a lot of stuff that he doesn’t mean. But don’t worry about him. He’s going to screw up his life now matter what you do. And Austin, you’re other brother, you won’t see much of him at first. He’s a big guy, but he’s like his Uncle Todd, sensitive inside. You’re going to do a lot of stupid stuff too, and let me tell you now that Lee County will change you so much. But I’m glad that happens, because I didn’t want me to be a dork all my life. Does that make sense? It probably doesn’t now. But it will. But like I said, stay calm, and don’t listen to your gut until your thirteen, because then you’ll be smart about people. And you’re going to be so confused why Mommy had to die. But God does everything for a reason. I don’t why he did that, though, and I’ll ask myself that every day for the rest of my life, I can assure you. But stay calm. Be cool. You’ve got a crazy life ahead of you, so keep it as calm as possible until you move to Lee County, because then you won’t be able to keep your life from being 100% insane.
Yourself as a teenager,

Tyler

P.S. In middle school, you’ll join the band. Never give up on that.

This is just to say

I have borrowed
the dress
that was in
your closet

and which
you were probably
going
to wear to prom

Forgive me
it was perfect
so silky
and so red

Letter to Myself

Dear Justin
4th grade is great! You’ll get Mrs. Hayes and Ms. Pilkinton. Don’t be bum when you call your best friend and hear he’s in Mrs. Pollicks. He meant Ms. Pilkinton. You’ll have great field trips and get a lot of awards. Duh! Try not to get in trouble with Brian and at school. Oh yeah that’s going to happen! Have fun with your new hamster, and try not to use Facebook too much once you get it. Also we’re finally getting cable. Hallelujah! Try not to get beat up by Anna once you prank her. So I guess this good-bye.


Sincerely,
Your future, better looking, funnier
Justin

Rose Garden

This was a year ago across the globe. I was wearing my favorite shirt, glasses and my hair is shorter. I was in South Korea in a rose garden. My family and I were visiting the zoo and the rose garden. It was either that or some stupid art museum. My brother took this picture. We ate lunch here. There were over 1,000 roses. Some were blue, red, pink, yellow, white, and black. Now I wear contacts and my hair is long. It was in June when we were there. After this we went to the zoo.

Days Gone By

A memory. I’d say seven years ago; it looks like summer when I was six. The end of another day in Panama City Beach, before it was filled with skyscraping hotels and nightclubs. Here I am on the beach with my birth mother, holding a Capri Sun for some reason and giving a thumbs-up. What an odd little kid. I wish I had a better memory of my childhood, but with every day that passes the memory of my mother slips away, bit by bit. In the picture I look happy, but how could I not be? A six-year old boy on vacation at the beach. With the tantalizing sea air and the beautiful white sand, anyone who wouldn’t be happy would be a stick in the mud. I miss these days.

Object Story

I followed Chelsea and Megon through the crowded mall, not sure where we were going. I played with the charm on my phone for a minute, and placed it back in my pocket, then started worrying the hem of my shirt. My two best friends had told me that they had a surprise for me, and I still had not pulled the big secret out of them. Usually, I could get them to spill, but the fact that they were determined not to tell gave me the idea that this was big. The farther we went, the more crowded it became. It seemed as if everyone was waiting for something, and Chelsea and Megon were pushing their way closer to the source of excitement. A huge stage was set up, I soon saw, in the food court. Nothing I could see was happening though. A table was set up in front of the stage, and a lady sat behind it. My friends led me this way and approached the woman. She gave us a huge smile.
“Sign your names here, girls,” she said, handing Megon a pencil. Megon wrote her name down. But I found this strange. She had written her real name, Meggie. This was a not a good name for her, all three of us had agreed. So we had changed it, and instead we call her Megon. Nobody but Megon’s parents, and us of course, knew this, so it was really weird that she would write it for a stranger.
“Thank you, Megon,” the lady said, standing. “We’ll be ready in a minute.” She clopped away on her heels, and Megon took the chair. Two more were sitting behind the table, and she pulled these out for us. We faced the stage, and Megon pulled out a bag of chips from her enormous bag.
“What is this about?” I demanded.
“You’ll see,” Chelsea said mysteriously. Megon pulled the chip clip from the bag with a flourish.
“Here,” she said, offering me the bag. “Have a chip.” Suddenly the lights dimmed. A wailing guitar intro was played, and stoplight flicked on, focusing on four figures who stood on the stage. I recognized them immediately. It was Four Play, my favorite band of all time! I just gaped as they played their first song. I could hardly believe it! Soon, the song ended. Their lead singer, Ella Williams, came to the front. “Now, we are here for a very special occasion!” she spoke into the microphone. “Is there a Jasmine Lopez in the audience?” Did she just call my name? I just sat there like an idiot for a minute, so Chelsea grabbed my hand and waved it in the air for me. “Come on up here, girl!” Ella said. I stood up numbly, and climbed a set of portable steps to the stage. Four people came up from the other side, carrying a huge cake between them. Ella pulled matches from her pocket, a lit one, then put it to each of the candles on the cake, so I soon had thirteen candles aflame.
“Happy birthday, Jasmine!” Ella yelled into the microphone, the audience echoing it back to her. “But,” I stuttered. “My birthday’s not for another week!” Ella laughed. I blew out the candles, and went back to my seat. Four Play played another song, and this time I sung along.

By, Emily

The Guitar Players' Pick

ONCE UPON A TIME THERE WAS A MAN WHO PLAYED THE GUITAR. HE PLAYED ON THE STREETS SO THAT EVERYONE COULD ENJOY HIS MUSIC TOO. ONE DAY A TERRIBLE THING HAPPENED. HE RAN OUT OF MONEY.HE HAD BEEN LIVING ON MONEY HE HAD SAVED UP FROM JOBS HE HAD DONE WHEN HE WAS YOUNGER. BUT NOW THE MONEY WAS ALL GONE. HE HATED TO DO IT BUT IT WAS THE ONLY THING HE COULD DO. HE HAD TO SELL HIS GUITAR. HIS GUITAR, WHO WAS NAMED GENIE WAS HEARTBROKEN.”DON’T WORRY GENIE” HE SAID “EVERYTHING WILL BE OKAY.I AM GOING TO SELL YOU TO A MAN WHO IS A GOOD FRIEND OF MINE THEN, WHEN I HAVE MADE ENOUGH MONEY I WILL COME AND BUY YOU BACK.”THE MAN’S GUITAR PICK WAS GLAD TO BE LEAVING HIM.”I AM SICK OF LIVING POORLY. I BELONG WITH ROYALTY NOT PEASENT FOLK.”

by, Natalie

THE RANDOM STORY
Once upon a time there was a stick of Chap Stick. The stick of Chap Stick was very lonely. One day it decided to go out and make friends. The Chap Stick walked around the town of sally beauty. Finally it ran into a pack of sticky notes. “Hi,”said Chap Stick “will you be my friend?” “Hahahaa”sticky notes laughed “why would I be friends with a loser like you ha-ha.” Sticky notes pushed Chap Stick down and laughed while running away. Chap Stick started to cry. Meanwhile candle was walking through town while she saw Chap Stick crying. “Why are you on the ground crying?”Candle asked. “Nobody wants to be my friend,” said Chap Stick in between sobs. “Who said that?”Candle asked. “Sticky note did.” Candle reached down and helped Chap Stick off the ground. “Don’t listen to what sticky note said. She’s a jerk. I’ll be your friend,” candle said. “Really” said Chap Stick a smile spreading on her face. “Yes really. In fact the first thing we should do together should be to get back at sticky note,” said candle with a devious smile. “Ok how?”Asked Chap Stick who had stopped crying now. Candle whispered her plan in chap sticks ear.
Sticky note was walking back to her house muttering to herself. “Ha ha chap stick is such a loser. She’ll never want to show her face around me ever again.” She was so distracted talking to herself she didn’t even see Chap Stick standing in front of her. “Stop right there!” yelled Chap Stick. “Oh it’s you again. Do you want me to show you what a friendless loser you are again.” Said sticky note. “She’s not a friendless loser,” sticky note heard a voice behind her. She turned around. “Candle!”Sticky note yelled surprised. “That’s right,” said candle. Together candle and Chap Stick pushed sticky note on the ground. “ha ha who’s the friendless loser now?” said candle and chap stick together. Then the both walked off leaving sticky note behind.
THE END!

School Days

I'm from teachers unforgotten, from
P.S. 26 and a cement and rubber playground
from steel swings and slides
weeds in cracked cement and rooms of childhood imaginings.

I'm from a big old school named Rufus King
from ice-coated steps and crossing guards
from home for lunch with pizza on Fridays
and penny candy at the corner store

I'm from spelling bees and humiliation
from class plays and chorus songs
from dodge ball and kick ball
multiplication tables and long division

From the echoes of the school stairwell
and the cold smell of Pine Sol
from shiny shoes with buckles, white tights, and starchy dresses
and hair long and too curly--a girl with braces and
a shy smile who still lives inside me.

My Worst Presents Ever

When my grandmother came to visit my family she brought me some presents. They were the worst presents in the history of presents. P.S. Don’t tell my grandmother. Anyways the presents were a crazy pen, a snow globe, a pencil, and tweezers. If my grandmother wanted to show me her love for me, she didn’t show it with the presents she gave me. If she wanted to give me a good present, she could have given me money or a video game or something. My mom took the tweezers, my dad took the pencil, my brother took the crazy pen and the snow globe was in my room. I hated the snow globe because we live in Florida where it never snows. So basically the snow globe was mocking me. I was so bummed until I came up with a great idea. I could sell the stuff for money get myself a real present. So I took the tweezers, snow globe, pencil, and the pen then I got a stand and tried to sell them. That’s where it gets awkward my grandmother drove by and stopped and asked can I buy some stuff
I answered “umm no”
“Why not?” she asked
“Because there are not interesting,” I answered.
“Then y r they on for sale?” she asked
“I don’t know do I go to your house and ask u stupid questions?” I asked
“Um yeah remember that time you had a survey and-
“Oh never mind!” I yelled
“Aren’t those the stuff I got you?” she asked
“Nooo what makes you say that?” I asked
“I’m not an idiot, Justin” she said
“Ok fine I’ll tell you the truth…… Brian made me do it!” I yelled
She looked at me with “The Look” then I caved in.
“Ok fine I just didn’t think they were good presents” I said nervously
“Well if you didn’t like them you could have told me” she said sincerely
“Well I didn’t want to hurt your feelings” I said truthfully
“It’s ok” she said
“Ok so do you want to buy some stuff?” I asked
“Sure!” she said happily
Ok so I sold her the tweezers, the snow globe, the pen, and the pencil for 50 bucks but I do feel a little guilty about selling that stuff for 50 bucks. But not guilty enough to give it back. And she says she’s not an idiot.


THE END

THIS IS WHAT HAPPENS WHEN YOU GIVE ME A BAG OF STUFF AND TELL ME TO WRITE ABOUT IT.




ONE DAY A LONG TIME AGO (LIKE 5 DAYS) THERE WAS A WRISTBAND THAT WAS ALWAYS ANGRY. SO THE WRISTBAND WAS TALIKING TO HER PSYCHIATRIST, DR. PEN, WHEN SHELL WALKED IN WITH A SOBBING TOE CLIPPER. “DR!” SHELL EXCLAIMED. “TOE CLIPPER GOT FOOT FUNGUS ON HER HANDS AND SHE IS NOW TRAUMATIZED FOREVERRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR! CAN YOU HELP HER???” DR. PEN WAS, UNDERSTANDABLY, SHOCKED. WRISTBAND WENT INTO A RAGE BECAUSE HER APPOINTMENT WAS BEING INTERRUPTED AND STARTED TO STRANGLE SHELL AND TOE CLIPPER. BUT TOE CLIPPER WENT TO FAR. HE CLIPPED WRISTBAND IN TWO!!!!!!!!!!! AND THEN WRISTBAND DIED, THE COPS WERE CALLED, AND TOE CLIPPER WAS PUT IN A MENTAL ASLYUM. SHELL MARRIED PEN AND THEY INVENTED AN ENVIRONMENTAL PEN THAT LOOKS LIKE A FEATHER?
THE ENDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDD

Where I Am From

Watermelon
Hamster
Einstein
Running
Electronics
IPod
Arkansas
Meat
Facebook
Red
Obedient
Mom

Where I Am From

Where I am from is filled with rolling
Hills
Everywhere there is a place of joy
Running down the hill to the old orchard
Even when I know I will have to trudge back up
I love the car ride into town that’s
Always bustling with activity
My mom loves to shop there
Farms dot the hills in the distance
Running horses in pastures
Old barns that need a bit of paint
My favorite place

Where I'm From

Where I’m from
I am from rosters screaming in the morning
From dogs waking me up with their slobbery kisses
I am from cats drinking out of the toilet


I am from coaches yelling at me to swim
From going home and eating food
I am from camps at Darton
From relaxing at home


I am from 24/7 annoyance at my brother
From having a scary nightmare about him
I am from waking up and my mom telling me to clean the house
From procrastinating until the last second

I am from cold showers
From hot weather
I am from nice weather
From tanning all day

I AM FROM 30 MIN. SHOWERS
FROM SCREAMING AT MY BROTHER
I AM FROM DESIGNING CLOTHES
TO BUYING THEM



I AM FROM SWIMMING LAPS
FROM DOING DRY LANDS
I AM FROM VISITING BEACHES
FROM BOOGIE BOARDING ON BIG AND SMALL WAVES



I AM FROM BLACK AND WHITE COOKIES
FROM CHAI LATTES
I AM FROM HOME COOKED MEALS EVERY NIGHT
I AM FROM A CARING FAMILY





I AM FROM CLOSE FRIENDS
FROM HANGING OUT
TO HAVING FIGHTS
I AM FROM LOVING PEOPLE

Where I'm From



I’m From The Country
From cherry pie and pecan cake
From sitting on a front porch, waiting for a car to drive by so you can wave hello.
From gravel and red Georgia clay
From the slow life (it’s long gone)
From the simple life (it’s hard to find)
I am from Florida and Georgia
And even maybe California.
I am from “Work Hard.”
I am from “Don’t Live to fast.”
I am from the summer sun, relaxing in a river spring.
I am from the smell of pine straw and freshly cut grass.
Where I’m From
And Who I Am
Are Unfortunately Two Very Different Things.
Maybe one day
I can go back
To Where I’m From
And be the country boy I was always meant to be
But never became.

graduation

“RING RING” I HEAR THE phone ring. “hello” I answer. “hey tessa” the girl replied. The girl was my bff Victoria. “hey girl whats up” I reply. “ok so graduation is tonight so we should go shopping for dresses for the party” Victoria stated. “ok ill meet you at the mall at 3:00 see ya” I said and then hung up. I ran upstairs to my bedroom to get changed. I slide on a cute pair of sevens jeans and a blue Armani exchange halter top. Then I run to my bathroom which is crowded with hair products and makeup. I quickly tie my long red hair back and put on a dab of mascara then run back downstairs. I grab up droid and dile fredreick’s number. Fredreick is my driver. “hello”I hear is thick French accent. “hey fredreick can u pull up the car outside? Im meeting Victoria at the mall.” I hang up. As im waiting for fredreick to pull up I get a text from justin.
Justin:hey wtch doin
Me: ntin much bout to head to mall
Justin:u going to the grad party
Me: yea
Justin  great c ya there
Justin my closest guy friend he as dark thick curly hair and tan skin. I’ve known him since I was 6. I here fredriecks horn honk and I run out the door.
Our ton’s mall is huge. It is 2 story and has pretty much every shop you can think of. I see Victoria standing bye the fountain in the center. She has a dirty blond bob and is thin but has mucles at the same time. “hey” she waves me over,”ok were gonna hit neiman marcus first and then saks” “can we go to sephora too? I have a gift card I need to spend” I ask pulling out the gift card. First we stop at neiman. We go straight to the juniors section. We both pull out at least 10 dresses and run to the dressing room. Victoria tries on her dresses first. She comes out first in a blood red Oscar de la renta long gown. “that ones ok but its not the best,”I say not impressed. She goes back in and comes out in a stunning baby blue ninna ricci mini dress. “that’s the dress for you. Now my turn.” I say rushing into the dressing room. I try on a bunch of dresses and decide on a light green dolce and gabbana mini dress with sequins around the collar. We then stopped at saks and sephora but we bought nothing there.
I was walking with a long line of graduates to the stage as the called out names. Finally I heard my name called as I got up and grabbed my diploma I looked out into the crowd and saw my parents they looked so proud. I saw Victoria there too. She had already gotten her diploma and she was clapping really loudly. At the end we all threw are hats up in the air. Then me and Victoria went back to my house to get ready for the party. We did are hair and makeup and got in our dresses. Then fredreick came and drove us to the party
The party was a madhouse. Music was playing, lights were flashing, people were dancing. “im gonna go look around” Victoria said then disappeard into the crowd. I started dancing around for a while. I needed to go to the bathroom so I started to search for it. on my way there I passed a storage closet. It smelled like smoke. I opened the door and there was a huge fire inside. “oh no” I thought,” it will only be a matter of time before it spreads. I have to get every one out of here” I ran back to the dance room and shouted,”everybody fire you have to get out” everybody started rushing to the door. “wait” I said “calm down. Every body go one at a time and will all make it out. Half of the people were out when I could smell the smoke getting closer. Finally everybody got out. I started walking to the door when I remembered Victoria was still in the house. I ran around opening doors and shouting her name. “wait” I thought there will only be time for one of us to get out. I have to save Victoria” finally I found her. She looked scared to death. “Run Victoria you have to get out” I shouted “what about you” she asked. I just smiled. She ran while I slowed the fire down. Victoria ran to the door, but when I got there the fire and blocked the door. The fire surrounded me. As it burned down around me I smiled and I tear shed down my face. “goodbye” I whispered.

Encounters Part One

Tom was slowly walking down an abandoned street sometime in December. He was walking near an old factory when, “Hey you, kid!”
A man with a bandana and two goons stood behind him, each one wearing a leather jacket and sunglasses. “This is our territory.” Now pay up!” They slowly closed up on Tom, but then he lashed out with his leg hitting a goon in his stomach. He crumpled on the ground looking for air. The other goon ran off leaving the leader. “Ha, you’re no match for me!” said the leader. He swiped at Tom with his fist but Tom grabbed him and flipped him over. He got up and punched Tom in the head. Tom fell down and hit his head. He stood up and tripped the man, who got up and ran away. Tom saw something behind him before blacking out. He woke up and found himself in a lab! “Hello, there!” A 20 year-old man wearing tropical clothes was there. Behind were the three men, but they were wearing suits and sunglasses. “I am Pelham, and you just passed my test!”…
by U

The Fight Goes On

A photographer was taking pictures of the high school graduates. The photographer took many pictures of two of the high schoolers named Tessa and Victoria. He followed them to the library without them noticing. There were two boys pushing back and forth ready to punch any moment.
Victoria was trying to break them up while Tessa checked out a Teen Vogue magazine. One of the guys yelled at the other guy saying “You need to decide or I will take her away from you!” The other guy said “ Drake you wouldn’t.” Drake then said “Bill you know I would.”
Bill screamed with all his might and punched Drake in the face. Drake stumbled back and accidently bumped into Tessa. Tessa screamed about how stupid he is and how he needs to get a life. Drake ran away from her and tried to kick Bill but missed. Bill laughed and punched Drake in the stomach. Drake felt like his guts were on fire. Bill punched Drake again in the face. Drake then felt something hot and moist and then instantly knew his nose was bleeding. He tried to get up but Bill kicked him hard on the side. , knocking him over. Drake sputtered out blood.
Victoria was just standing there horrified at the scene. Tessa all of a sudden screamed how Juciy Couture was having a sale on shoes and how she needed to get to the mall fast. Victoria told her to hush. Tessa looked back at her magazine.
Bill grabbed Drake and threw him to the photographer who was taking pictures of the whole thing. Drake hit the photographer hard. Bill grabbed Drake and whispered in his ear “I will tell Victoria what I did with Tessa. You have no say in this so go away.”
Bill then went to Victoria and told her he kissed Tessa but he felt nothing towards her. Victoria smiled sweetly then slapped across the face and told him that they were through. Tessa smiled then told Victoria that she needs to stop slapping boys. Victoria looked at her disgusted and went to see how bladly Drake was hurt.
When she got close to Drake she could see that he had a bloody nose, bruises on his face that were turning purple, and a few broken ribs. Victoria gasped and ran to him. Drake smiled and said “ Im sorry about Bill. I told him if he didn’t tell you soon bout his affair with Tessa I would tell you. I guess he overreacted.” Victoria smiled and said “you didn’t need to do that for me.
Drake smiled and said “ I had too. Why I don’t know I guess im in love with you that’s why.” Victoria’s eyes glistened with tears. She hugged him and said “I love you too.”
Hand in hand they walked over to Tessa. Tessa was behind a bookshelf. When they got close to her they realized she was kissing someone. When thay stopped kissing Tessa looked at Victoria and smiled. Bill turned around and smiled. He said “ Me and Tessa are going out now.” Victoria and Drake announced they were going out too.
The photographer came from behind them and asked if he could take a picture of them. He took the picture. He saw that Drake and Bill were glaring at each toher. He thought to himself “they are so enemies now.” He chuckled to himself and left the school

DEAD WEIGHT (Why is this the title?! No correlation. Haha the marvels of editing)

Hello. I’m James Hope. I’m writing this as a testimony of the events that occurred near Okefenokee National Park. This is my story. You may not believe it, but every word is true.

The Arrival

It was a warm summer day in Leesburg, Georgia. My friends and I were heading to the park to celebrate our recent graduation from high school. So we packed up our clothes, tents, sleeping bags, and food and water for the trip. We drove to the park and arrived at mid-afternoon, around 3:00 P.M. EST. I bought the tickets to stay overnight after a brief warning from the park ranger, which none of us really paid any attention to, and drove on. We parked our car and got into the boat, ready to take us to whatever camping site that pleased us. That moment was the last time we were truly safe.

The Others

As we floated on the peat-covered water, we discussed the type of site we wanted to set up our tents on. We were suddenly interrupted by the low roar of another boat somewhere behind us. We all looked back and saw a boat full of about five guys about our age that were apparently camping too. So we slowed down and asked them were a good spot was to camp. One of the guys, the “leader” of them, looked at us quizzically.
“There’s only a few good spots to camp around here, if not only one. The others look safe, but…they say things can get real spooky, late at night.” We all looked at him and slowly stated to drive off. He was creeping us out.

The Campsite

Eventually we found a good enough looking spot. Unfortunately, it was the same spots the other guys were looking for. We got their first, we argued, so they drove off, muttering under their breath. We set up our tents and our friend Tim set up the portable generator and TV. It still ceases to amaze me how he could get 500 channels 50 miles from anywhere. So we chilled and drank, and drank some more, and chilled some more. Then we were so tired that we practically passed out as soon as we walked in our tents. This is when it all happened.

The Brawl

I woke up to the sound of footsteps on the ground. It didn’t bother me too much, because I was tired and thought it was one of my friends. But I was startled whenever I felt the tent being moved! I jumped out of the tent and saw the 5 guys trying to get us out of their campsite! I woke up the other guys, which also alerted the selfish campers. A fight ensued. It was five against three, but we all had taken wrestling any weight training in school, among other things. Things were looking up for us when the leader pulled out a switchblade. It was a big, ugly thing, 6 inches long and black as twilight. No one but me saw it. Tim charged the leader with fists raised. All of a sudden, the knife was in Tim’s chest. Everything stopped. The leader himself looked shocked. They all jumped in the boat and flew off. We sprinted over to Tim, who was bleeding profusely from the wound. We couldn’t stop the bleeding. Tim left us that morning.

Secrets

I was at the mall when suddenly a green light shot passed me and everyone froze. Then something crazy happened: an alien started walking into the mall; at first I thought I was dreaming, but when I slapped myself I didn’t wake up. Before I knew what was happening I realized I was face to face with the alien. “Hello” I said nervously. “Please don’t blast me to smithereens!”
The alien said, “Why does everyone think I’m going to blast them to smithereens?” “I don’t know because you’re an alien!” I yelled at him if he is a he or an it.
I don’t know if aliens divide them male and female.
“Yeah but you’re a human what if you take me to some laboratory and do some tests on me!” the alien yelled back.
“Good point” I replied. Then I asked, “What’s your name?”
He answered “Goohujigahhagah!”
So we became good friends; we started hanging but we got him a disguise as Abraham Lincoln nah I’m kidding. His disguise was as a regular teenager. After a few days he told me that he crashed here because he ran out of fuel. So I got some fuel and fixed up his ship. It took several days mainly because it was hard not knowing what the things were. Also because my friend was wondering what I was doing and kept following me and when he asked me what I was doing I had to lie to him. Then Goohujigahhagah took off in his ship and never came back. So my friend kept asking then finally I told him about everything. He didn’t believe me until I called Goohujigahhagah and we talked about it. And yes, aliens do have cell phones the number is 888-456-786-456-734-5 yeah, it’s long. Then my friend and I just went on with our lives like normal.

THE END

My Name

In Hebrew, my name means Queen Bee. I don’t particularly relate to that image. My mother named me for the Biblical warrior/judge. I don’t particularly relate to her either, seeing in myself neither the cool wisdom of a judge nor the ability to lead men into battle.
I have been Debbie, Deborah, never, ever Deborah Sue except on my birth certificate. The Sue is in honor of my father's grandmother I believe. Her name was Yiddish--Sessele? Spelling unknown. I can't find the meaning of that name, but maybe it is a variant of the Hebrew name Susan which means Lily. So, a bee and a lily. My father often calls me Debs, and I call him Dads or Daddy. I am, at 45, still seeking identity. I love being Mom. When I hear children call "Mom!", wherever I am, I turn to the sound.

Who am I? Deborah is too formal. The name my mother called me when she was angry. Debbie is the real me, the name my husband speaks, as do my family and friends. At work, I have fallen into the name Deb. Frankly, I hate it. It is not substantial enough. It is not me.
But Debbie is turquise, the number 13, it is home, it is family, it is the girl/woman behind the mom.

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