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WRITING AND ART
MAGAZINE
WRITTEN BY JONATHAN METRY
I am Jonathan Adel Metry. I love foot-ball. I am a very important part of the Metry history because I was the first one born in America. I want to go to Harvard and become a D.A (District Attorney).
TABLE OF CONTENTS
Page 4 The boy’s dream ParT 1
Page 5 The boy’s dream ParT 2
Page 6 just because poem
Page 7 The essay
Page 8 I am poem
Page 9 interesting stuff about me
Page 10 should students be able to
pick their own teachers?
Page 11 MY LIFE WORKING AT BURGER
KING
PAGE 13 I WAS... POEM
Page 14 the team
One day in Egypt there was a boy named Marv. Marv has always heard rumors
about U.S.A and how it was the paradise land with no troubles and is worry free.
Marv hoped one day he could get a chance to go live in America. He got a job as a
tour guide at the pyramids to support his family. Over in Egypt, you could get a job
at any age. It was a normal day as Marv was giving a tour to some people when a
man interrupted him. He was pale as a vampire and as tall as a giant.
“Hi, I’m Steve Marks from Steve Marks Production in America. How would you
like to come and be in a movie in America young boy?” asked Steve
Marv pointed at himself as if saying me? You’re talking to me? Marv agreed
and shook hands with Steve. Steve told Marv to meet him at gate 12 at 1: oo A.M
sharp. Marv went home and told his parents the news. The whole family started
shouting and jumping with joy. As Marv was packing his parents called all his rela-
tives telling them the news. Marv was shocked as to what had just happened to
him. Marv said goodbye to everyone and made his way to the airport.
As he arrived at gate 12 he saw Steve. He sat with him as they waited for the
plane. Marv was so anxious to see what America was like. Marv imagined it as a
sunny place with palm trees everywhere and all you have to do to make a living is
buy some stocks and watch the money roll in. Boy was he in for a shocker. They
called for everyone to board there plane at gate 12. He looked at the sign. It said
one way non-stop to New York City. He got in his plane and slept. He woke up to a
soft voice saying prepare for landing. He got up and put his seat belt on.
As he walked out of the plane he expected it to be magical. It turns out he
was wrong. All he saw was a normal airport only slightly bigger than his. He
shrugged his shoulders and thought to himself that it was just an airport and the
real magic was outside. So they got their luggage and went outside to call a cab.
This was it; it was Marv’s dream just two steps away. He opened the door. All he
saw was cars driving, pollution in the air and some litter flying across the road.
He looked confused. He heard cars honking but no sea shore; it was freezing cold
and dark. It was only 2 p.m. He saw skyscrapers but no palm trees. America was
nothing that he expected when all of a sudden a bag went over his head and was
carried by two men into a big white van. He woke up tied to chair wondering
where he was when Steve appears.
TO BE CONTINUED……….
Marv looked at Steve confused. As Steve was walking by, Marv struggled to get out of the
chair. He wobbled and wiggled. Steve came and gave Marv a shot. Marv felt sleepy and woozy and
then past out. He had a dream of his family kind of like a flashback. He dreamt about his 8th
birthday
when his dad finally came back from war. They were all happy and cheering. He remembers that mo-
ment just like it was yesterday. Marv woke up just to see it was just a dream. Marv started to cry
wondering if he was going to see his parents again, if he is going to live to see his bed again.
A few weeks past after Marv was kidnapped, it was time for his daily feeding when Marv had
enough. As he was eating he sprung out of his chair and attacked Steve. Marv was a little scrawny
boy and had no chance of taking down Steve. Steve got up and sedated Marv with another shot. Marv
woke up two days later to see Steve hovering over him.
“Why are you doing this to me? What gain are you going to get from me?” questioned Marv
“Your father came to my village in Israel and attacked us. He killed my son then just walked off
with no care in the world. I was forced to move here to America. I spent hours and hours thinking of
my revenge then I realized, an eye for an eye, a foot for a foot, and a son for a son.” replied Steve
Marv could see the rage in Steve’s eyes, but also Steve’s eyes started to water. Marv began to cry
feeling sorry for Steve.
“I’m sorry this happened to you sir but taking me isn’t going to bring back your son back now is it?
remarked Marv
Steve looked at Marv with a pity look then left the room. Marv was wondering why his father
would do such a thing. How could he just kill a harmless kid then just walk away. Marv just didn’t
know what to do at this point so he went to sleep. He woke up this time smelling something smoky.
He was free! He jumped up with joy. He looked at the train tracks, he saw people, and he felt the sun
on his face. He went to the nearest store and asked for a phone. He called his dad and told him what
had happened. His dad said he would book a flight and told him to catch a cab to the airport. As Marv
was walking to the gate to Egypt he saw Steve and Steve saw him. Steve smiled, winked, and
waved. Steve came over to Marv and told him thank you for letting him realize that he was making a
mistake and that he was truly sorry. Marv smiled said goodbye and went on the plane. He looked
back and waved at Steve.
He got home sixteen hours later and looked at his dad. He was trying to build up the courage to
ask him what had happened that day. He finally did. His dad told him that Steve was a mastermind
criminal and the army thought if we could take his son we could have him stop what he was doing.
Marv asked why his dad just walked away with no care in the world. His dad sighed and told him the
story. His dad said that they didn’t actually kill the boy they just took him faking his death. I raised
that kid like he was my own. Marv asked where he was now then his dad sighed again then pointed
at Marv. Marv couldn’t believe what he just heard. His dad explained how Marv was in a lot of danger
and that he saved his life. Marv looked at his dad smiled hugged him and said thank you.
The end
Just because I am an Egyptian
It doesn’t mean I’m a terrorist
It doesn’t mean I’m Muslim
I like to play sports just like everyone else
It doesn’t mean I spend my free time making
bombs
It doesn’t mean I like baba ganoush
I am proud of my nationality
I am EGYPTIAN
One day in Oklahoma Justin Bockavich decided to apply to the col-
lege of his dreams but there was one problem, he didn’t know how to. So
he went and asked his Uncle Joe how he got in. Joe told him to write a
five page essay on why he would like to go and what he plans on doing
when he gets there. So later that day Justin started his essay and he typed
and typed until he couldn’t type anymore. Just as he was about to save
his paper boom, the power goes out.
A blackout hit as Justin looked at his computer with dismay. He ran
downstairs just to see candles lit in the living room. Just minutes later
the power came back on. He dashed up stairs and saw exactly what didn’t
want to see, his paper was gone. He called his uncle again and told him
what had happened. His uncle told him great words of advice. He said
that the essay he wrote was in his heart all along and that he could write
it again. Justin was furious and hung up the phone. He went and just
typed and typed again and saved it the first second he finished. He read it
over and realized that it was actually better than the first one. He called
his uncle and apologized and also thanked him. Later that month a letter
came in the mail. It was the college. He opened it up read these words. We
have read your essay and have decided that you shall attend this school. Justin jumped with joy. He was
happy he didn’t give up and slack off and wrote the essay again.
SHOULD STUDENTS BE
ALLOWED TO PICK THEIR
TEACHERS? There have been many kids lately complaining on how
they don’t like their teachers. They say that if they don’t
like the teacher the teacher doesn’t deserve their best
work. But, kids should not be able to pick their own
teacher.
One reason that kids should not pick their own teacher
is because everyone might pick the easy teacher and not
learn as much. Also they might not learn discipline which
they will need later in life. There won’t be enough teachers
if they all choose the nice/easy teacher.
All the strict teachers will have no one in their class.
If they have no students they will not have a job. Students
could hear about strict teachers from their friends and not
actually know the teacher themselves. That is not fair for
the strict teachers.
In conclusion students should not be able to pick
their own teachers. Students won’t learn as much and
many teachers will be out of a job. That’s why teachers
have such bad reputations because of rumors, nothing but
rumors.
MY LIFE WORKING AT BURGER KING
March 22nd
2009
Today in the lovely Burger King of Manhattan this guy came up to me and then
started talking all Gibberish. When I told him I couldn’t understand him he got all
mad and freaked out, then he just stormed out of the store. Later that day this
five year old girl walked in and started screaming. Her mom asked what was
wrong and the girl told her that the man in the hat [me] hit her on the arm. When
I defended myself the mother said that if I don’t give them their whole meal for
free she’ll sue Burger King. I just went with it and gave them the meal. As the
girl walked out, she said to her mom, we conned that man good mama, where to
next?
March 23rd
2009
The next day the same Gibberish man came in with a bat and tried to rob Bur-
ger King. But when we couldn’t understand his instructions he got even madder
than yesterday, walked in the kitchen, and took all of our cheese, then left. Just
imagine the chaos; every order of cheeseburgers will have NO CHEESE!
March 24th
2009
The other day one of my co-workers quit and we needed someone else to take
her place. I was in charge of the interviews for the people who wanted the spot.
I was pretty enthusiastic about the interviews, well until they started at least.
The first guy was this big, buff, old dude, with a long white beard and a leather
jacket that said THE WILD ONES. Next there was this blonde chick that just
wouldn’t stop talking about how she wanted the job to fill a void in her life and
how her ex-boyfriend broke up with her. I was just about ready to give up when
this beautiful girl walked in. I thought she was going to be just like the others un-
til she plopped down all her information. She was a head cheerleader in high
school and graduated at the top of her class. She said she just needed the job to
pay her college loans. I hired and I was happy that I did.
March 25th
2009
This morning we got our cheese and all was well. Later that day a man finished
his burger then walked out without his briefcase. We tried to get it back to him
but he had already driven away. My co-workers and I decided to open the case.
The password was really simple. It was 12345. As we opened the case we see
MONEY. Money everywhere. We counted it up and it added up to a whopping 2.5
million dollars. I went up to my boss threw my hat at him and quit. I thought I was
going to be a millionaire. As I went to put my money in the bank they told me it
was fake. My life was ruined. I tried to get my job back but they had already hired
the annoying blonde chick and that old dude. Now I’m a homeless man on the
street. Here’s my lesson is to never take a case filled with money. It’ll ruin your
life
SHY
QUIET
TO MYSELF
SHORT
SKINNY
SLEEPY
ISOLATED
ALONE
YOUNGEST CHILD
DUMB
I AM…
OUTGOING
LOUD
TALL
FAT
FRIENDLY
ENERGETIC
CONFORTED
MIDDLE CHILD
SMART
THE JERRY RICE SONG
JERRY RICE YOU WERE THE BEST RECIVER
YOU WEREN’T A DECIEVER
JERRY RICE YOU WERE THE BEST
EVERYDAY BANGING ON YOUR CHEST
YOU HAD 208 TOUCHDOWNS
YOU NEVER MADE YOUR FANS FROWN
JERRY RICE JERRY RICE YOU WERE THE BEST
JERRY RICE JERRY RICE YOU WERE THE BEST
JERRY RICE JERRY RICE YOU WERE THE BEST
YOU LED US TO FIVE SUPER BOWLS
IN YOUR TIME YOU WERE ALWAYS IN CONTROL
YOU WERE ON THE 49ERS
GOOD THING YOU DIDN’T BECOME A DIVER
JERRY RICE WHY’D YOU HAVE TO GO
WE COULD HAVE WON ANOTHER SUPER BOWL
Written by Jonathan, Lexi, and Susanna
One night in the jungle Bob the mouse and Sammy the lion de-
cided to hang out. Bob and Sammy have been friends since they were little tots
and told each other everything. But this night Sammy told Bob the biggest secret
ever. Sammy told Bob that he doesn’t know how to hunt even though he’s the
most feared lion in all the jungle. That shocked Bob. Bob was so excited to know
this secret that he told everyone.
The next morning Sammy went outside, but all the animals were staring at him.
All of a sudden the animals burst into laughter and Sammy heard someone say he
couldn’t hunt. Sammy dashes to Bob and asks if he told the secret. Bob admits
and they start to fight. Sammy felt his whole life was terrible and ran to his jungle
home. Bob felt bad and decided to apologize and help, but the door was so strong
only a lion could open. Bob pulled and pulled but the door wouldn’t budge.
“Away with you mouse!” called the lion from inside the home.
“I’m sorry the Mouse squeaked through the crack.
“Then why don’t you say that to my face?” the lion said while he pushed the
door open.
An evil smirk crossed the lions face but before Bob saw it he was scooped into
Sammy’s paws.
“This will teach you to tell my secrets!” said Sammy.
The lion threw the mouse up into his mouth and swallowed.
FOOTBALL
FOOTBALL IS THE BEST SPORT INVENTED. To PLAY YOU HAVE TO BE TALL AND BUFF’
YOU ALSO HAVE TO BE VERY SMART. PLAYERS HAVE TO EAT UP TO 10,000
CALORIES A DAY. THE BALL IS NOT ROUND, IT IS MORE OF
AN OVAL SHAPE.
THE 49ERS ARE THE BEST TEAM IN THE NFL.
THE CHIEFS ARE THE WORST TEAM. OH FOOTBALL YOU ARE THE BEST.
FOOD OH, HOW I LOVE FOOD.
THERE’S ALL KINDS OF FOOD.
THERE’S CHINESE,ITALIAN, AND EVEN MIDDLE
EASTERN.
THERE’S SPICY, THERE’S SWEET, AND THERE’S
SOUR.
EVEN IF FOOD IS GREAT, SOME TASTE REALLY BAD.
THERE’S COW TONGUE, BUGS, AND EVEN PIGEON
BRAIN, YUCK!
BUT THAT’S OK, BECAUSE I LOVE FOOD.