July 2015
 
To Be Carrot Man Creative Writing from Charles River Creative Arts Program Session One: July 2015
Story of My Life
Snow Boyd Vigil
daughters, Sophie and so-and-so, and some kids
that are rough. One of them was really rough and
was chasing me with a stick. I was NOT on board
with this activity and I was going crazy. But I
wasn’t the one with the stick so I kept on running.
I climbed onto the structure, or rather I clambered
onto the structure and that’s when I saw it… A
huge hairy red and black and white daddy long
legs spider was sitting there!!!! I got so scared I
almost passed out. Once I relaxed I played some
more games I was NOT on board with. But I just
could not keep my eyes off that spider! It was so
creepy! I was relieved when I went home so that I
would not have to see it ever again.
THE END!
By Gabe Greenwald
  Alek and me went on boat. Then we saw three people
that were jumping off a ginormous rock. We thought it looked
fun, so we went to the rock. Once we got there,the barnacles
on the rock scraped my feet and I felt scared because it was
so high. In my head I was saying to myself, “I got this, I am
going to do this. No excuses.” I counted “1, 2, 3,” but before I
could nish, my brother pushed me off!! While I was falling, it
felt fun, scary, and exciting all at once. The water felt cool yet
refreshing. I felt like I wanted to do it over and over again. The
next day I went to the rock again, but this time I jumped off all
 by myself.
By Gabe Greenwald
One day, I was walking to an ice cream
store named Jimmy’s. I got an ice cream cone, and
it was mint-chocolate chip and really delicious.
That’s when I saw it. It was a ghost. Then I held
its hand and walked with it all the way to the car.
 Next, I drove home with my parents and then
I took care of the ghost. I named it Bob. In the
ghost world you can be named anything, because
there’s nothing like a ghost secretary making sure
it’s a real name. Bob and me played together, and
slept together. He was one-year-old when I rst
got him and now he is three. In the ghost world
you can hug humans and play with humans, and
ghosts can go through human’s bodies. Now, Bob
takes care of my bunny and we go get ice cream
together.
Christmas is Awesome
By Ben Fogler 
  Christmas is my favorite holiday! Without Christmas I would die! So anyway… here’s one of the Christmas
Eve’s that I’ve lived through. It was Christmas Eve and I was very excited. It was about noon and I was watching my
 parents putting up the stockings. I helped a little bit. Then my parents put up the Christmas tree and I helped putting up the
ornaments. It was so much fun! Then we had dinner. It was eggnog with something else. After that we read Christmas Eve
 books. Finally we went to bed. Then we woke up the next day. It was CHRISTMAS!!!
Reasons Why Kids Are Better Than Grownups
By Ben Fogler 
1. Kids can’t drink beer and that is good because it tastes
 bad.
3. Grownups have to do work but kids don’t
4. Most grownups aren’t exible with the exception of Aly
Raisman.
The Time I Got My Voldemort Wand
By: Ben Fogler 
  One day I lost my fth tooth. I was so excited. The
reason I was excited was because it meant a visit from the tooth
fairy. The next morning, I woke up and there was a lump under
my pillow. I took out the thing that was making the lump… It
was a box containing Voldemort’s wand!!!!!!!! Inside there was
a put-together-yourself Voldemort’s wand, so I put it together. It
also said on the box that it could light up, so when I pressed the
 
By Aaron Pen
  Johnny has always had a hollow head. He’s always been the one to run into a cave alone. He was the guy
to promise to wrestle a bear. I guess he’s always needed that rush, but I never would’ve guessed that he’d be this
happy about being inside a cave of human teeth. “Amazing!!” he practically screamed. He put his hand on a wall
that looked like molars that have been plied out.
  “This is so cool! A cave full of teeth?!” He punched me on the arm and brought me to the molars. “How
many people do you think made this? Huh? Adam?” The sight was horrifying, but the smell was even worse. Like
the smell of rotting gums. “I don’t want to think of that, Jon”
  He shook his head. “C’mon, let’s see what this place has to offer.” He ran deep enough into the cave where
I couldn’t see him. Reluctantly, I followed.
“You have to give it a title, even if it just says ‘Untitled’”-Walker Anderson
By Christine Foster 
  The snake person, or snerson, named Snangelina was a happy snerson, until Snangelina became very
hungry. They decided to eat an apple to stave off their hunger & melancholy. Snangelina unhinged their jaw, as all
sneople do, and ate the apple whole because sneople don’t have to worry about silly things like seeds and cores
and stems. Snangelina’s hunger was satised by the apple. For now…
The Twist
By Emma Williams, Sarah Lewis, and Leah Koritz
  In a small world, there was a boy named Alex. He was destined to be Carrot Man. Alex was walking down
Main Street, and bumped into Aurora. He asked Aurora, “Do you think I could be Carrot Man?”
  “Yes, denitely,” Aurora answered. “I do think you have all the skills to be carrot man.”
  Just then, lightning came, and the lights went out. “I’m not Aurora! I’m Fecent, Malecent’s daughter, and
I’ll take you, every last one of you.” And with that, she started to eat Carrot Man, and everyone else.
  “So, what you do want?” a totally random person, said.
  “What do I want? I want to rule the world.”
  “Well, that’s lame,” the completely random person said.
  That was Albert Einstein’s diary from his childhood. He had many strange experiences in his dreams, and
what you just read was one of them. As it turns out, Albert Einstein got married. (you probably never knew about
 
By Aaron Pen
This is a story of a girl who went home
Living in a normal life in the mode of a monotone
Turns the television on, doesn’t care what’s on
Turns out the cooking show cake boss was on
Looks down to realize her chips are almost gone
She looks down at the snack and sighs
“Damn, I should’ve bought some fries”
And then she goes outside
You know, for a little exercise
She’s going outside for a fun bike ride
Comes back home, a quarter past 8
The sight of fresh pasta makes her salivate
And now her palms are sweaty
She ends the day, enjoying mom’s spaghetti
Will Smith Haiku
 by Nina Kahn
(I was assigned to write 6 haiku about Will Smith robbing a bank)
Will Smith, why must you
Rob these banks, stealing the cash
There goes my savings…
I need college tuition
Robbing banks is bad
Where is my money
In a burlap sack 
Finally, but no money
Silence in the room
Will Smith returns, silently
On with daily life
 by Nina Kahn, Christine Foster, and Aaron Pen
  Little Shawn was a 3-foot-tall Barista from New York. He had a scruffy, short beard and long brown hair,
he always wore tweed, and took a great delight in Wes Anderson and Miyazaki movies. He drank iced tea out of
a mason jar every morning with a bowl of brown rice drizzled with honey and chia seeds. He worked in the local
coffee house called “ ”, and since he couldn’t reach the counter, he wore big wooden stilts (by the way, he
didn’t have a medical condition that made him short, he just was). Little Shawn lived in a small apartment with
six ferrets named Melody, Harmony, Mei, Sunrise, Ivy, and Al. He loved them very dearly. Every night he would
snuggle up on his barcalounger with his ferrets and watch an obscure French art house lm.
Like children, Little Shawn also had a secret; he was able to turn anyone into a hipster by looking at them.
The reborn hipster would gain the same power! Shawn and his gang were sick and tired of hearing about these
new TV shows and bands, so they started a revolution against mainstreamism.
  Soon, hipsters swarmed the city. The moment any ‘basic’ citizen mentioned anything about 5 Seconds
of Summer, the Hunger Games, or anything else in 2000s pop culture, they were attacked with vintage cameras.
Surprisingly, those can do a lot of damage. Innocent simpletons were ripped to pieces. Murmurs of “You’ve never
heard of it” oated on every street corner. It was madness. Every coffee shop, drugstore, and supermarket was
serving fried kale and black coffee made from recycled papers. Everything was twee, even the shoemakers! “The
hipsters are gods” the children said. They would listen to vinyls until they dropped dead.
This phenomenon of hipsters is called the ‘Flood of Fedoras’, a mental state that was transferred through
the air by intense eye contact. It shuts down a part of the brain, making the carrier belive that they are, in fact, a
hipster. No one ever ever voted in elections because they ‘Just didn’t want to play the game, man!’ The leader of
the pack, besides Shawn, was Turqouise McGee, an astrologist with eyebrow piercings and blue hair. She was
the lead protester of the group, and made all the signs and T-Shirts. This was the highest point in her life, leading
a revolution. She and Shawn eventually fell in love and eloped, but carried their legacy with them. The two were
indie icons until their retirement in 2050. Turquoise passed away at the old age of 101, but Shawn is eternal.
Shawn will never die. Every night he heard the chants from the streets below.
Shawn is eternal. All hail Shawn.
Shawn is eternal. All hail Shawn.
*Wonderwall interlude*
By Emma Williams and Simenesh Semine
Cidney was a bear who loved the summer. The only problem was that she didn’t have anything to do. She
had to make friends, and that made her sad. One day, she was very, very, very, very, very, very, very sad, so she
 practiced very hard for the day that she was going to show everyone that she could do her dance by herself. It
was really hard, but she did it. Dancing was her talent. She enrolled to go to camp that Monday (with the help of
her parents). The class she was most excited to take was tap. When they performed in the noontime show, Cidney
couldn’t stop watching. In fact, she knew the dance so well, she could do it on her own. That following monday,
she woke up early to get ready and go to camp. When she arrived, her groupie group had a new, very tall kid. He
had blue eyes, a bright new blue shirt, and black converse. He had blue shorts with black polka dots. His socks
were white with blue and green and purple and red and pink and orange and yellow and beige and violet. They
were spotted with all types of colors, even some that were really light. So, as soon as the fth period was over, it
was 6th period - tap. Finally, she would be able to show the teacher her dancing. They gave Cidney the biggest tap
shoes they could, then it was time to tap. Torie was so impressed. Cidney was so happy. Cidney was so happy to
 be performing her hard working dance solo.
 
 by Nina Kahn
  ‘Twas the year 1682. Gwyneth the milkmaid was bringing some beautiful fresh milk to the local merchant.
She skipped merrily through the green meadows, humming while thick white clouds passed her by. “Oh, what a
 joyous eve!” Gwyneth sang into the wind, laughing. BUT LO! A rock the size of a human head stood in her path,
 but she didn’t notice. As her foot slid over the stone, the two buckets of milk Gwyneth was carrying ew out of her
hands. The hours of hard work in those buckets was now soaking into the dirt. Gwyneth tumbled onto the grass,
shell-shocked, tears already pooling in her blue eyes. Her wails echoed across the pastures and the hills, so loudly
that the merchant she was about to visit came rushing from his cottage to aid the maiden.
“My dear,” the merchant said. He took a handkerchief from his coat pocket and tried to mop up the spilled
milk, but it was no use. Instead, he dried Gwyneth’s eyes. “I’m sorry,” she mumbled. “I’m ever so foolish. Now
you have no milk to feed your children!” But the merchant only chuckled.
“All is well, darling. Another maid has already delivered some milk, just an hour ago. I’m sorry, I should
have told her I already had some coming!”
Gwyneth looked up. “Do you speak the truth, m’lord?”
He nodded.
  Ever since that fateful day, people all over have been using the phrase ‘don’t cry over spilled milk!’
 because it doesn’t have as dire consequences as you may think.
The Unseen Blade
By Aaron Pen
  The heaviest burden to a person is not a blade. It’s not the loss of death or fear or longing. The heaviest
 burden to a person is the past. Not the present, not the weapon that is pointed at them in that very moment. To
know your way around death is the experience of doging it thousands of times. However, there is no experience to
 burden. It just weighs down more the longer a life extends. Make room for more burden? Yes, that’s a possibility,
 but no strength could be gained to lift it. The past could kill you, it is the unseen blade. Pushing you to the edge
until you nearly long for death. Maybe it is the edge, the edge that will kill you.
The unseen blade is the deadliest
BREAKING NEWS: New Hero Group Joins San Fransokyo
By Peter Parker (Christine Foster Nina Kahn and Aaron Pen)
  A league of heroes are in town. The “Big Hero 6,” as they call themselves, are cleaning the streets of San
Fransokyo. Our reports tell us that they are only teens, but know how to hack computer screens. The leader is
Hamada Hiro, so the people say. His brother was Hamada Tadashi who is the “bae.” There’s this one member
called Baymax, he looks like a marshmallow. According to reports, once you get to know him, he’s a very
nice fellow. There’s also Honey Lemon, real name unknown, who is blonde and tall. As a hero comes into the
world, another hero leaves. When 6 heroes come into the world at once, 6 leave at the same time, wherever they
were. Whatever they were doing with a villain known as the “Yokai,” who was revealed to be Professor Robert
Callaghan. Prof. Callaghan’s favourite food was celery until someone stuck it up his nose and he almost died.
 Now, his favourite food is watermelon because NO ONE CAN SHOVE WATERMELON UP HIS NOSE. He had
won. The Nobel Prize for shoving the largest watermelon into the smallest hole in the body. Though this feat was
 physically impossible, Prof Callaghan was able to do it because he was one of those people who voted for Donald
Trump, and he died as a miserable, miserable man.
  fn
THE ONE QUESTION
By Emma Williams
“Ring, Ring!” Pickle woke up to a ringing start. It was very early in the morning. Pickle wondered if he
he could eat paper for breakfast. Maybe he could but it would mean he was eating wood. Pickle wondered how it
tasted, but rst he called his friend to see if he could come over to ask the question if he could eat paper. But rst
he had to ask his mom, of course. But rst Pickle got breakfast, which wasn’t paper - one, because Pickle was
worried if he ate it, it would be poisonous - two because he didn’t want to be eating wood - and three, because he
ate pancakes instead.
So, he biked to his friend’s house because it was only 10 houses away from his. But on the way to his
friend’s house, he met a stranger who was selling rockets, and they were only 1 cent, so pickle bought one, and
attached it to his bike, but one problem: the only reason the rockets were cheap was because they didn’t work.
“And that’s a lesson learned,” Pickle said. Cheap things don’t work and so Pickle kept pedaling to his friend’s
house.
But some weird hobo showed up and said “may I have a dollar, please?” Pickle was very stupid at this time
so he said sure. Pickle reached in his “wallet” and and accidently took two dollars and gave it to the weird hobo.
(The hobo wasn’t the only weird person.) Pickle had just literally realized what he had done and chased the hobo
till lunch, but nally he got his two dollars back. Pickle was proud of his self and mad. But it was funny because
he twisted an idiom and instead of “curiosity killed the cat” he said “curiosity killed a Pickle’s money.”
So ,pickle was just going to text his friend but then he accidentally dropped his phone and it shattered into
 pieces, so pickle pedled even faster but then there was a red light. So, Pickle thought “oh well, cars can’t go past
red lights, so bikes can’t either!” Pickle felt like a genius.
So, Pickle waited till the light was green, and pedalled even faster, but then ran into a furious dragon like
the one from Sleeping Beauty - he was green and scaly. The dragon was furious; he had sharp teeth. They were as
sharp as an iceberg’s tip. But Pickle was brave and apparently he had a magic backpack on his back. So, he picked
out of his backpack a suit of shining armor. Pickle put it on and was ready to ght but realized he had no sword to
ght with, so he picked up his magic backpack and picked out a sword and fought. The dragon roared, but, once
again, Pickle forgot a shield, so (as you can guess) he got it out from his magic backpack. And now, Pickle fought
well till the ght was over.
Pickle won by making friends, so he ew over the two houses, but there was trafc so it took another hour
to get there. Finally, they got there. It took the whole day to get there. So, Pickle parked his dragon and knocked
on the door. “Hi,” the book said, a little frustrated because the book’s family was in the middle of dinner. So nally
Pickle asked “can you eat paper?” “Well, you can, but-” Picked interrupted: “Thanks, bye.” So, Pickle ew home
on his dragon and ate dinner. The next day, Pickle would eat paper, not noticing that the friend was trying to say
“you can, but it is poisonous.”
But it wasn’t that easy. I don’t like to end in the end, I like to leave it nice and simple, so - Bye! See you
next time.
Sneep Snorp
Krysteen Fawsteer 
  Sneep Snorp the Sneaky Snake was the pet snake of Queen Braedyn. Sneep Snorp was a very large
snake, used as a form of protection for the Queen. She didn’t actually know that Sneep Snorp’s name was Sneep
Snorp, because like most humans, Queen Braedyn wasnot  a parseltongue, and just assumed that she could name
any animal she pleased, and named Sneep Snorp Attor. In retaliation, Sneep Snorp would always scare Queen
Braedyn whenever she referred to Sneep Snorp as Attor. This went on until Sneep Snorp literally scared her to
 
had not won, but invented the Nobel Prize. His
mother had won ten gold medals for swimming in the
2016 Olympics, and was planning to be in the 2020
Olympics, again. Walter’s grandmother had invented
the MediaWatch: The newest, fastest, watch that
worked as a phone, its face as thin as a piece of lined
 paper, its touch as smooth as silk, its ability to work
 better than the new car - and the 2017 Flier, the rst car
that could y. Along with that, Walter’s grandmother
had also invented the Live200: a device that made you
live up to one hundred years longer than the average
lifespan. That’s how Walter’s grandmother had lived
up to age two hundred three. Walter’s grandfather
had invented the Time Travel 365: the rst, only, and
 best time machine. He’d started working on it at age
thirteen, but the problem was, nobody could recreate
it, because at age thirteen, he was too naive to know
to write everything he had done, and every mistake
he made. The Time Travel 365 had helped countless
numbers of scientists go back to the Ice Age, and to
the time of the dinosaurs. Thanks to the time machine,
scientists found dinosaurs that had nine legs, a dinosaur
with only one arm, and many dinosaurs that were
 bigger than any dinosaur on record. Unfortunately,
when using the time machine, Walter’s grandfather
got stuck inside, and hasn’t been found to this day.
  Walter had thirty two brothers, and one sister,
his oldest brother named Willard. Now, Willard was
rounding his thirtieth year, the last of being a teenager.
Willard was about to graduate college, though he had
an offer from one of the most prestigious college in
the state ten years back. If he went then, he would
have been the second youngest person ever to go to
college in the WinterBottom family, after his father,
Wilbert. Willard had made one of the most important
and useful machines that had ever been made in
the past hundred years (said by a doctor). The Time
Predictor could tell what you’d look like in ve, ten,
twenty, thirty, sixty, eighty, and one hundred years. It
had already been used countless times in hospitals to
detect cancer in thousands of patients, and because of
that, it had saved a countless number of people’s lives.
The machine had already been tested many times, and
had always proved to work. Many people had said
that the way Willard was inventing things, he’d win a
 Nobel Prize by the time he was fty!
Walter’s other siblings had invented many
machines, and thought of many new innovative
ideas: some that could predict the weather (it was one
hundred percent accurate), a special kind of water
that could change your mood… It went on and on. The
list seemed to never end. But, Walter was different. He
never enjoyed science, he never could think of anything
important to invent, and even if he did, Walter didn’t
know if he’d have the courage to show it to anyone,
 being scared his invention wouldn’t live up to his sister
and brothers’ machines.
including his parents, who would never speak to him at
dinner, or ask him how his day was. They tuned him out
 because they always wanted him to use the inventions,
 but he never would. “It isn’t right,” is all he would say.
One of the only days of the year that they would try to
engage him in a conversation was his birthday, when
they would make him a special cake, and his favorite
thing to eat: spaghetti. But Walter dreaded the time when
he would get a present. It would always be one of the
inventions his brothers or sister made. Sure, they’d be
interesting, and sure, the machines would work without
faltering, but, Walter hated those presents because he
always had a bad feeling about them. His parents always
told him to use them after he got them, and that was the
time Walter would laugh nervously before squeezing his
eyes shut, and pressing the button to turn the machine/
invention on. Last year, his brother, Watt, had given him
the Mood Changer. The Mood Changer was a series
of twelve bottles: every bottle was a different mood:
happy, sad, scared, surprised, relaxed, and so on. It made
no sense to Walter why someone would want to feel
scared or sad. When his parents had told him to drink
the potion-like concoction, Walter had closed his eyes,
and dumped the drink into his mouth. He hoped for the
 best, and tried not to think of the worst: the water-like
drink would poison him. When he tried the concoction,
it had tasted like a mix of baking soda and water, with
too much salt added. But, because Walter wanted to get
over with the Presents part of the day, he hadn’t looked
at the scrawny lettering on the bottle: scared. Before the
drink kicked in, he thought “What could I be afraid of?
It’s my birthday!” It turned out, there were many things
he could be scared of. Suddenly, he was scared of his
 parents, his sister and brothers, his birthday… He seemed
to be scared of everything. He didn’t turn back to normal
for three days.
  Walter was a short boy for his age: around ve
feet, his eyes a deep shade of green, his face the shape
of an oval. His hair was a shady brown color, different
from the rest of his family’s bright blond hair. The rest of
Walter’s family was tall, with dark brown- almost black
eyes, their hair such a bright color blond it seemed as if
 
way, including his looks, and it started to bother him,
especially the fact that nobody could see that there was
a dark side to these new inventions.
  A few days ago, Walter’s third youngest brother,
Wilson, had used the Time Traveler, and once he came
 back, he seemed different. Wilson seemed to be taller,
and he had refused his favorite dinner: frise salad. A few
days ago, Wilhelmina, Walter’s sister, came up to him
and said “Something’s wrong, Walter. You were right.”
It was only then when he looked up at her. A wheelchair
was where she was sitting, her usually bright blond hair
fried into a black bob. Her eyes, usually brown, were a
white-ish color. The light and spunk that used to make
her who she was seemed to be gone; drained out of her.
  “Okay.” was all Walter could say. He just
stared at her. What had happened to his younger sister?
Wilhelmina was the youngest of everyone in the family,
and Walter felt it was his  job to take care of her. He
was the only one that ever paid attention to her, even
if she didn’t pay much attention back. He was the one
that stayed up late watching movies with her, when she
wanted to have a “sleepover”.
“I was using the time machine to see grandma
and grandpa,” Wilhelmina took slow and heavy breaths
 between each word. “and, I got stuck in between the
two realms. That’s what happened to my legs. When I
was stuck between the realms, my legs wouldn’t work,
so I had to use my hands instead of my legs to walk. The
rest of it is from the MediaWatch. It zapped me when
I was about to take it off. I think you’re right, Walter. I
think everyone else is crazy. We need to do something.”
Wilhelmina closed her eyes briey, and wheeled off to
her room. Walter followed. He couldn’t let her in there
 by herself, being in the condition she was in.
“We need a plan. To stop all of this.” Said
Walter, as his sister managed to get onto her bed without
falling.
  “Okay. We need a plan.” Wilhelmina closed her
eyes, this time to sleep for ten hours straight. She woke
up at four in the morning. She wheeled over to Walter’s
room.
  “Walter. We need to look in the basement.
There’s a room in the basement that’s locked. I don’t
think anyone’s been there for a long time. Lets go. But
I’ll need to slide down the stairs, or you can carry me
down.” Wilhelmina said. She looked tired, though she’d
 been asleep just a few minutes ago. Walter was tired,
and he wanted to stay in bed, but he knew he had to
help Wilhelmina. Walter slowly got out of bed, and they
walked down the stairs into the basement.
  Walter hadn’t been in the basement for what
seemed like ages, so what was down there surprised
him: a series of six doors, all on the left side of the
room. The last time Walter had been in the basement,
there were only two rooms, one locked and one room with
couches and a television. Now, as Walter opened up each
and every door, most were lled to the top with storage.
One was a tiny room with a couch, but nothing else was
inside. As Walter tried to open the last of the six doors,
he found that the door was locked. This had to be the one
Wilhelmina was talking about. He looked around. Where
was Wilhelmina?
  “Wilhelmina?” Where was she? He scanned the
hallway. One of the doors was open, despite the fact that
he’d closed every one of the them. The one with the couch.
There was a slight noise coming from the room. Walter
tiptoed over to the room, careful not to wake the rest of his
family.
  “Wilhelmina? Are you there?” He peered inside.
There she was, on the ground, using all her might to move
the couch.
“Yes. Can you help me?” Walter realized what she
was doing. There must be something behind the couch .
“What are you doing? You’re crazy!” Walter tried
to pick his sister up, but while doing so, she managed to
hold onto the couch, and behind the couch was a door.
  “I knew it! I knew there was something behind
there! We have to go in! Come on, Walter.” Wilhelmina
was like a little kid, begging for ice cream, except, Walter
wouldn’t give in, unlike when you wanted ice cream. He
wasn’t going in. It was simple as that. He just wasn’t
taking any chances.
  “No. It’s not safe. We can’t. I’m not letting you.”
He wasn’t going to let his younger sister get hurt again.
Maybe the time machine was just the beginning. Maybe
the worse was yet to come.
  “Come on, Walter. You’ve always been the one
trying to stop everybody from using the inventions. Now,
all of a sudden, you don’t even seem to care. It’s like
we switched places. Come on, Walter. Are you scared or
something?” Walter considered this for a minute. No, he
wasn’t scared that he would get hurt. He was scared that
 she would get hurt.
  “I’m not scared. I just don’t want you to get more
hurt than you already. I mean, look at you. You can hardly
move! You shouldn’t be doing this now. You should be
asleep, I mean, you’re twelve years old, and it’s four thirty
in the morning. Seriously!” Walter said. He stared at her.
  “No. I’m going in. I don’t care if you’re not, but
I am. And, by the way, I can move. I’m not stuck in this
chair. I can move.” And with that, Wilhelmina crawled into
the small space. Reluctantly, Walter followed.
To Be Continued...
What do I see?
The bright lit sky
Look behind me
Nothing I miss
I would take any risk
the days of grieve
Out in the sea
Reecng o the sea
For a moment I stop
And think what’s below
How do their lives go
Seals, dolphins, whales, and sh
searching through calm water
swimming with others
I don’t think I can leave, the everlasng beauty of the sea
-Caroline B.
to make life better
living will be better
not just white
 Hiding in grass.
“WALLLLLLLLKEEEER”
Too much, or not enough?
“NOT
EEE
(Unicorns)
-Ali J.
Sea Of Masks, after Self Portrait with Masks By James Ensor
 Thick paint layered on top
Orange hats and orange hair
Dull like a dirty wall
 Tons of faces resting around a portrait
a crowd
Surprising smiles
-Sarah Parrish
Cooling, Freezing, Humming
to tiny specks
in the air feeling the clouds
loud cow clouds
soar over the sea glide down to touch
the waves
-Calli R.
Van Gogh
My pain must not compare to lost, lonely, and fear.
Razor blades, razor swirls, brush and blade feel the same.
My watercolors ll with tears so paint could be like my mind.
My ear is gone but I clearly hear,
I don’t need blood to paint, or it to hurt, the mind itself is already cruel.
It is a shame how I turned out,
But the portraits will always be remembered.
The spirals portray the ery fame and the jumping children in my brain.
-Natalie Dean
Kittens are lounging
in a tree
A music note extends its hand
to save me
the weird words
a musicless world full of worlds
the new place is strong
Without the music
with Chess, Rozzi, Ali.
like Natalie, sarah, Calli.
but today we just can’t focus.
Walker had played inspiring songs,
but today were just hocus pocus.
Walker read my last stanza,
then he played music that was pretty cheery.
He read about yesterday’s bonanza,
and I bet he has a theory.
Walker thinks his music will calm us down,
but upon this thought Francesca frowns.
-Ali J.
Fire fy
through the night sky they ow and ow and ow
in the beautiful dark you see a light
the mystic beautiful reies glow
the reies will take a mystic ight
zooming through the very dark night fast
shining through the darkness gentle night
though their shining light can be very vast
Their tiny specks of glorious re
Soaring and gliding through the gorgeous sky
They will always y much, much, much higher 
In the clouds, you can hear their silent cry
If you start thinking about it, they will grant
A small piece of pollen to any plant
Oceans of Time
over oceans, melting time.
cars and bikes and trucks speed by.
~Francesca Lodovico
 Not visible
Is heard
Indescribable dreaming
Undeniable feelings
Making you want to dance
Leave you about to cry
Taking your mind to imagine
A world without music
 No art, no expression
Less feeling from what you see
Without music is Without art
Without story
-Caroline B.
 They plot their revenge
Presume their dark eyes for taking drugs,
They they’re sorry excuses for lovers,
Like they will roam around like lonely slugs.
Their tongues are silver with gruesome and spite,
Their hair covers their deathly mortal glares.
For entertainment they’ll put up a ght,
And their feelings for life light up like ares.
But they’re lonely for your misunderstanding,
and it gives them a horrid deathly pain.
They’re waiting for their place for landing.
Why is it that you all must be so vain?
For I have an attraction to those emos.
For they helped my pathetic ego.
-Natalie Dean
Everyday
 They are speaking to
Crafted
-Sarah Parrish
Your voice lifts me from the devil’s arms,
Your gentle stroke sings me home,
And worried pants to soothing sighs.
 Those shining pearls and glowing orbs sustain beauty like no other.
Velvet hair soft like felt bring daring drills through my bones.
You wrapped me up, unfold me, our breath combined in gentle kiss.
My love for you will never die,
without you I’d be a star in the sky.
-Natalie Dean
Powerful
This poem is of a self portrait of an unknown man.
Three heads,
one mirror.
Big heads,
small mirror.
one man,
one portrait,
one body,
Conditioning,
Flipping until you are so sore that you can no longer move
Pounding the ground as hard as a large tree falling
Flexible, a rubber band stretched out too much
Bouncing as a tennis ball
Slamming the ground like a large elephant
Enjoying practice time with Julie and Hannah about horrible turns and things that have happened in school and of
course memories like the pepper pen
Meeting best friends and roasting s’mores until they’re as black and burnt as the pen marks on top of the white out on
our judges cup score cards
Victory at States
Getting new skills
Spending hours writing songs about mushrooms to sing while dancing
Writing a speech in the car after States to say next year as we accept our tied first place trophies
Getting the best scores on vault
WINNING
Gymnastics
The wave comes to wash me up on the shore
The last wave unto land
I think my journey may have come to an end
The damp sand beneath me
The warm sun crawls upon me
Until a hand reaches for me
I fall into a bucket
That is where I nd my new home.
-Caroline B.
By Sophia Noseworthy-Silva and Nina Kahn
Once upon a time, there was a small blob named Jimeve. Jimeve was made out of cheese. They were very
self-conscious about their nose. All of the other cheese blobs made fun of Jimeve’s nose. Jimeve wanted to
be a movie star! But since they had no acting experience, it couldn’t be done. Poor Jimeve cried and cried
knowing they would never achieve their dreams. But one day, Jimeve auditioned to be in a movie. They
walked into the room, and started to recite lines from the movie. When they finished, the director clapped,
and Jimeve screamed in happiness. They ran home to tell their family that they had gotten a big role in the
movie. Everyone was happy for Jimeve because they finally reached their dreams at last. Jimeve became a
famous star, and was admired for their beautiful nose.
 THE END
road. All of a sudden her x-boyfriend who was a
goose came along and challenged her to a game of
scrabble. The goose’s name was Charles. Boblusa
accepted his challenge. They played in the middle of
the street ignoring all the car swerving and cursing
at them. Charles and Boblusa made a bet. The bet
was if Boblusa won the game, Charles would leave
her alone for ever. But if Charles won, Boblusa and
him would marry and live forever for the rest of
their lives. Although Boblusa had a secret crush on
Charles but she never let her now. Once the game
wa over, Boblusa won but she felt sorry for Charles.
She pretended to cheat at scrabble and demanded
a rematch. Charles accepted. This time Boblusa
 purposely lost for Charles. A few days later that got
married and had 19 geese and chicks. THE END.
Monkey
Monkey sat down. Then, he realized he sat on a
cactus. He ew into the air. He landed in a tree,
onto a bird’s nest. Then, the birds made him eat
a worm. The worm did not taste like bananas.
Then, he fell out of the tree and fell on the cactus
again. Then, he bounced off the cactus and landed
in a pond. Then pond led to a waterfall. Then,
Monkey sunk under the waterfall. Then, the
monkey fell on some coral. Then, he turned into a
sh. He thought he was still a monkey and swam
out of the ocean. Then, he died. He was reborn as
a phoenix.
The End.
Fireworks
“Ba-bang” followed by “Woof-woof,” a coward dog’s cry I lay on the lawn
Waves crash, lights splash the sky Mosquitoes swarm me.
-Nina Egger
A Diary Entry By Nina Egger
Dear Diary, My nosy neighbor, Glenda, died last week. Today, when I came home to my grassy knoll, I saw the ghost of Glenda was trying to burn my house down. It was extremely weird. I had to ght her off with a churro sword.
x0x0, Walker
 by Nina Kahn
  Twas almost Halloween, and Old Lady Jenkins was almost done with her newest, most brilliant creation:
Bobblehead Gum, she called it. When the chewer tries to blow a bubble, their head inates up to 20 times its
normal size instead! Old Lady Jenkins was a sweet woman, if not mischievous. She planned to wrap up the
gum in Bazooka Gum wrappers and hand them out to a particularly rowdy group of teenagers. You see, she
was Scottish, and therefore didn’t celebrate Thanksgiving. On the holiday, the teens egged her house. It wasn’t
much, but it was still enough to make Old Lady Jenkins mad. “It’s payback time,” she muttered every night.
On Halloween night, she put a black bathrobe over her pajamas and plastic cat ears on her head,
 preparing for her vengeance. She even had a separate bowl for non-hooligans, lled with marshmallows and
full-size Twix bars. The rst gaggle of trick-or-treaters was a few young girls dressed up as witches and Minnie
Mouse. Next, some teenagers (not part of the gang) dressed as hippies. 14 more people passed through, with no
sign of the troublemakers,
But it was at 10:24 p.m that they hit. Old Lady Jenkins recognized every single one of them through the
 peephole in her door. There was Toby, the leader, then Mouse, Jessie, Anissa, Sean, and Peter.
 Natalie rang the doorbell.
  “Hey! Ms. Tea and Crumpets! Open up!” she sneered.
  Old Lady Jenkins opened the door, holding the bowl of gum, trying not to snicker. “Well hello, Natalie!
You lot are looking positively spifng. Would you like some sweets?”
  “Uh, sure…” mumbled Mouse. Each teen to a handful of the gum, stufng it into pillowcases, then left.
  Old Lady Jenkins pattered back into the living room, patiently awaiting the results. To her surprise,
it only took 3 minutes for it to happen! The shocked yells were coming from down the street, echoing across
the pavement. Old Lady Jenkins peered out her window, grinning widely like the Cheshire Cat. She could see
the vague outlines of bodies, but armchair-sized spheres bobbing on the necks. The unassuming little woman
cackled and closed the curtains, for she had won.
Pencil (a choose-your-own adventure story)
By Gabby
I can write all around.
One day, a pencil was writing his way along the Pennsylvania road. Then, all of a sudden, a piece of paper was
taking a nap. The pencil…
a. stepped on him
chased the pencil. The
died. The end.
The paper jumped, bounced
the paper’s rib. The paper said,
“Ha ha that does not hurt me.”
Then, the pencil poked out of
the paper, then he died. The
end.
The paper got up and he had
a drawing of a bikini. Then
he said, “You know what? We
should go to the beach.” Then,
they got married. The end.
 
Cheeslin, S’more! You are now part of our society!”
S’mores
By Kylie
One day, a s’more hopped by a house. A mean, bald person opened his mouth wide and… then the s’more escaped
and the person ate air. The s’more ran and ran. One day, he was tired and he stopped. “Wow, I was running for
days!” he said. He fell asleep.
Meanwhile, somewhere in Cheeslin, Marshmallow and Cheese were talking. “Today is a day where we will invite
one more candy to live in Cheeslin. How about… S’MORES!”
When S’more woke up, he was in a new place. A sign said “Welcome to Cheeslin.” S’more looked around. There
was a s’more house just for him!
The end.
disappear. But she was almost certain that it
wouldn’t.
On oRiz, in between the ages of 10 and 13,
you got your Power. There were innite powers,
It seemed. They were nding new ones every day!
But obviously, some were common. For instance,
water, disappearing, and weather. Some were more
rare, telepathy, re, and ying. But the one you
were assigned wasn’t your only Power. Once you
got your power, you showed it to your elders, and
they would give you your Ring. In this Ring, you
could collect other powers with kids your age,
in between the ages of 10 and 13. But you got
until you’re 13 to collect your powers. And, this
 phenomenon made these three (if you’re lucky)
years the most stressful of your life. And the ones
that determined you future.
 powers. This would be what determined your
choices for your job, your house, and wealth.
Once you were 13, you were an “Adult”. You were
 paid for your job, you paid for you house, and
everything goes about as it does on earth. And yes,
the human race still have the longest childhood.
Lily let go. She could not do it. She was
not disappearing. Lily’s father quietly entered the
room, and sat on her bed. Then Lily started crying.
She had never cried since she was 10. It started
as a single tear, leaving a trail as it crept down
her cheek. And then another. Then she was fully
crying. Her mother silently crept onto her bed.
Lily buried her head in between them. Her mother
stroked her hair, as Lily’s father spoke softly. “You
don’t need to try so hard. I told you you will know
when it comes. It’s okay” Her father whispered.
“We love you as you are.” Lily just cried harder.
 “It’s 1 day until I turn thirteen. I’m afraid
that I will only have one day to get Powers. Or
even worse … ” She grew pale “None at all. I want
to be famous. I wished it. But I didn’t want it this
way.” She imagined her town elders coming to
her house, asking why she hadn’t shown them her
 powers, and asking her to show then all the powers
she collected. She shuddered, imagining what
they would do when they found out she had none.
Or maybe even no power of her own in the rst
 place……
“No” she said allowed. “No, thats impossible.”
She tried to laugh it off. “Its not like it’s possible to not
have a power. There are none in the records. I’m going
to be ne, right? Mom? Dad?”
Her parents nodded encouragingly. “Well,
Daddy has to do his night shift, and I have to take care
of Bella.” Her mother said encouragingly, as the cries in
the background grew to ear piercing. “We will always
love you. We will do anything for you.” These were the
words that rung in her head as she fell to sleep.
She woke up with new gusto, and walked
around the town like she owned it. She engaged in a
conversation with her old friend, the grocer, skipped by
her friends house to invite her to the ice cream store at
3. As always, Kylire was thrilled. Her parents had got
their powers late and not been able to collect much.
They worked full time at the construction site, and
didn’t have much to spare on treats, like ice cream.
Lily’s dad had been the rst in the whole town
his age to get his Power. Of course, he hadn’t got it
when he was exactly 10. That was never achieved, by
the look of the records. Her Mother was a later, but she
was very popular, so she had the whole school under
her belt in no time. Her major, was a combo of charm,
and intelligence. ‘They go hand in hand’ Her Mother
always said. He Father was a rare one. He could lift
things with his mind. She had always dreamed of being
like her parents … But she was late … But maybe that
meant mine is extra special! She thought. “After all,”
she said aloud, “Tomorrow’s my birthday, and so it
must be coming today.”
 ‘It should have come by now.” She thought as
she lie in her bed. “When I wake up, it’s my birthday!
Or maybe I’ll get it tonight….” She thought as she
drifted off into heavy sleep.
“ Bring-brong ” went the doorbell. Her father
answered it and it was followed By a mufed
conversation. Curiously, threw on her dress and then
remembered it was her birthday. Jumping in delight,
she ripped off her jeans and reached for the party dress
thinking, ‘I’m nally thirteen!’ and then remembered
‘I’m thirteen. I’m supposed to have my Power. Fretting
she pulled up her pants, And put on her dress and swung
down the stairs.
The group of the town elders looked upon in a
 bemused sort of way, and Lily couldn’t understand what
they were looking at. She looked down, and realized
 
into her jeans, making her look comically funny.
“And I assume you are Lily?” The oldest
one asked.
 “Yes..- I mean no, I mean…” Lily said,
as she tried to get her dress out of her jeans,
vigorously pulling it.
asked.
 “Yes, I- Oh!” Lily said irritated as she
ripped her dress in the process of trying to pull her
dress out of her jeans.
“Okay…..” Said a middle aged one,
obviously in charge. Lilly straightened as much
as she could with her limited exibility, tense,
waiting for the next words.
“ You have failed to come to us to claim
the gift we sent you an email about it-”Lily
relaxed. “Further more, you have not come to
show us your power and claim you Ring.” Two
 big men stepped into the room. “This is setting a
very bad example. Don’t you want to be respected
in the community? Aren’t you eager to collect
your Powers? Hmm?” The strain and intensity as
he spoke grew. And the space between the large
men and Lily shrunk.
“I don’t have a Power” Lily said her voice
shaking, quivering as much as her body.
“She’s joking.” Her father said. “Really.
She just needs her medication. Come on Lil-”
“Lily!” Her mom rushed into the room,
giving her a huge hug. “So, what is it? Levitation?
Telepathy? Those are the ones I thought you
would be, ever since you were little. Did it wake
you up at night?”
The youngest one snarled. “Did she have no
 power yesterday?” He said, glaring at the parents
as if it were their fault. “Wipe her!” He said to the
scribe. “No! You can’t wipe her from the records!”
Her parents screamed.
normal for someone to get their power this late.
We can not let anyone know about her. She
disregards the laws of nature. Just like testing
2.38. He never got his power. And he never got a
record.” Said the oldest one.
“But everyone is on the records. It keeps
track of everything!” Lily screamed, as her world
fell apart before her eyes.
“Not everything is on the records. Only the
things we want to be. We don’t have to tell the truth.
We could write that you got sick, or that it is impossible
for someone to not get a power. No one needs to know
about you” The youngest one snarled. “No one needs to
know you ever existed.”
“But why are you telling me this if it’s so
secret?” Lily asked.
“Because you’re not telling anyone!” The
younger one said as the men lunged and the world went
 black….. for Lily’s parents, who jumped in front of
her as Lily ran. ‘The history of this place was all a lie.
Or am I the rst generation?’ She thought as she ran to
the escape rocket and pressed the red button, and then,
after a second of hesitation, and one look at the people
following her, she pressed  Earth. She opened the note
that her mother had told her to only read in desperate
times of need. It said:
 Dear Lily,
 I am sorry I brought this upon you. I thought, or rather
hoped, that you would get you Fathers genes. Yes, I am
an earthling. I am sorry they discovered you. They sent
me to oRiZ with Dave, but he was caught. They called
him Testing 2.38. They tried tests on him. The eldest
 Pope promised to try to help us. He is one of us. Find
the instructions he stole on how to operate the rocket.
 But I never could make myself. Afraid of getting caught,
 I stayed here with your father. We were supposed to
be spies. Don’t worry, Time goes by slower on earth.
Tell them you are my daughter, and the passcode is
 projectwariscoming. Stay safe, and don’t worry about
me. War was going to come anyway, and I was sure
to be caught. I signed up for this. You didn’t. Live life
to it’s full extent for me. I will always look out for you
 from heaven. There are many things I never had time to
tell you, but when you make it to earth just ask for my
 fles. Please don’t be angry. I always loved you. It was a
mistake bringing you into this situation in a world full
of danger, but you were no mistake. I will always love
 you.
-Your mother, Alice
Lily cried. “I love you mother. And I don’t see anything
to forgive you for.” Lily cried over the letter, wetting it
with her tears. The speck in a distance grew larger. The
rocket beeped, and in big letters on the windshield, it
said Welcome home.
 A Steamed Knight- By Rosalind Ross
 At a jousting meet, a knight sneaks into his competitor’s tent. He discovers
that his opponent’s armor does not contain a man, but a strange, steam-powered
 machine.
 <KNIGHT YELLS HIS FIRST LINES TO A PERSON OFF STAGE> 
KNIGHT- Give me a minute. I just need to put on my lucky ring before I go out
here. I promise I will be there in time. Just give me 5 minutes to nd it. I mean
the dancers are doing great. I will be out there in a minute.
Great, now I can sneak into my competitor’s tent. And if I am lucky, speak to
this never-before-beaten competitor who will fall off his horse and to his knees,
dead, today. I will be his killer and I will live through this battle. I will not
fall on my back with a sword through my heart off the horse I have been riding
since I was 3. I do hope that my horse will stay on the line today. I do not want
to get disqualied.
 <KNIGHT WALKS INTO THE TENT TO BE GREETED BY A SUIT OF ARMOR> 
KNIGHT- Oh hello, I did not see you there. I um. Can you speak? Helloooo. Anyone
in there? Oh my Poseidon. You are beautiful. A machine that has been set up to
ght. I am struck back by the genius who created you. Will he ever show himself?
You are a piece of technology like none I have ever seen before, with gears of
bronze and chains of steal, engines of steam and eyes of copper. You would cost
a fortune to make. The creator would have a lot of money. I hope that you will
not get damaged. Your creator must be so proud to have you ghting. Amazing and
beautiful, but sad because I can beat no machine. I am nothing to a machine. I
am like dust to you. You and you’re ghting strategy. And your horse! It must
be like you. A metal creation, faster than the speed of light. Your horse could
outrun mine. I will perish. Unless I fool you. I will be smart on the battleeld.
I now know where your gears are and where to hit you. I am now not fearful
for my life, for I am a strong ghter. I will see you in the arena. I hope
that my ghting will do you justice in your last moments. Farewell, my foolish
competitor.
Blackbeard’s Revenge!
By Gillian Arend
In this play, when Blackbeard and Mary go to the castle, the king captures
Mary. This is why Blackbeard becomes evil, and he plans revenge on the king.
Eventually, he nds Mary again and he turns nicer and they live happily ever
after.
Scene I
Narrator: No one knows why Blackbeard was so angry but me. I won’t be able to
tell this story to you again, so listen closely. A long long time ago, when
Blackbeard, or Edward Teach as he was known then, was just a boy. He lived in a
small, but wealthy village. Edward, though, was not wealthy in the slightest. The
local school kids bullied Edward for not having as much money as they did.
Blackbeard: Mom, why do you have to go? Can’t you and dad stay home with me all
the time?
Rose: I know, sweetie, I know it’s hard, but both daddy and I have to work so we
can stay in this house.
Edward: Come on, Edward, we’ll have tons of fun shing today!
Blackbeard: Okay, dad, let’s get going. I’ll see you after work, mom.
(Mom shuts door, grabs Blackjack the family’s horse and rides to the factory)
Edward: Grab your hook it’s time to go shing!
Scene III
Blackbeard: Mommy, please can I have a boat? I promise I’ll take care of it and
everything?
Rose: I’m sorry, sweetheart, but we just can’t afford a boat today. Boats are
expensive! Maybe when it’s your birthday we’ll think about it.
Blackbeard: How much money is a boat?
Rose: The cheapest boats usually cost $100.
Black: One day, I will buy my own boat!
Narrator: Young Edward Teach Junior really wanted that boat, and was so upset
that he wasn’t able to have it. He promised himself that when he grew up he
would get anything he wanted for himself, no matter the cost. Time passed, and
when Edward grew to the age of 25, he was able to purchase his very own boat.
Everything was going well for him, and someone very special fell into his life….
Edward and Mary were walking on the street when Mary falls and trips into Edward 
Edward: Oh my, are you all right?
Mary: Yes, I just got a small scrape.
Edward: Lucky it was only a scrape. My name’s Edward, what’s yours?
Mary: Mary.
Mary and Edward chat as they walk offstage. They then come back dressed for
a wedding. They walk down the aisle, the priest, Edward, and Mary say the
 
By Phie Jacobs
[Hera has accused Hermes, the trickster god of transitions and boundaries, of the
murder of one of her servants. Athena, the goddess of wisdom and warfare as well
as Hermes’ half-sister, serves as his attorney. The prosecution team consists of
three vengeance goddesses known collectively as the Furies, and they will stop at
nothing to destroy Athena’s career and see Hermes found guilty.]
TISIPHONE: You think you’re so clever, Pallas. Let’s see how clever you feel when
your baby brother is tied down in Tartarus.
 ALECTO: I wonder if they’ll put him in the snake pit.
 MEGAERA: Or whip him with the rebrand.
TISIPHONE: This isn’t over.
They exit in a huff.
HERA: (calmly) That was very well done today, Athena. Your mother would be proud
of you.
She collects her purse and exits.
 ATHENA: (off in her own world) Yeah, I bet she would. Metis, goddess of prudence
and wise counsel. I think she would have liked you, little brother.
Hermes doesn’t respond. He is white-faced and anxious-looking.
 ATHENA: Hey, Hermes, you okay? No more theft charge. That’s good news, isn’t it?
It’s all smooth sailing from now on.
HERMES: Athena, if we lose -
 ATHENA: We won’t lose.
HERMES: (afraid) But if we do, what will they do to me?
 ATHENA: I…
HERMES: You remember what happened to Sisyphus, right? Pushing a boulder up a
mountain for all of eternity, just to have it slip from his grasp as he reaches
the top? I couldn’t do that, Athena, I’d go insane.
 ATHENA: You won’t have to.
HERMES: (getting more anxious) Will I end up like Tantalus, then? Waist deep
in water but unable to drink? Surrounded by luscious fruits but unable to eat?
Starving but not dying?
 ATHENA: You need to calm down.
HERMES: (on the verge of a panic attack) What about the Danaids? What if I have
to carry water in a sieve forever to ll a bath where I can wash off my sins?
The bath will never ll. What if I can never wash them out? What if the stain is
there forever?
 ATHENA: (shouting) Hermes!
in the future and the world has
gone high tech. Everyone older than
13 gets mindchips, that give you
ultimate knowledge. And in case of
an apocalypse, one person controls
everyone to get them to safety. But
when it gets in the wrong hands,
it’s up to the kids to save the
world. But without anyone, everyone
is a spy.
side, Dali and Sydney walk in right and
open front door.)
ST: Hello, Sydney.
robot police! (run off left) 
Sydney: (take the time to yell before
trying to run away.) You’re creepy! (try
to run after Dali, but the stranger
catches her.)
your small nimble body, (under
well,(stop speaking under breath), and
my masterful plan, we could be making
money by the billions! (under breath) 
and ruling the world. (stop speaking
under breath.) So what do you say?
Sydney: Well, I’ll join you if I can
know your exact plan.
hand and hold it out to shake)
Sydney: Eew, no way.
to record her)
the plan is to…..(look left, right, then
behind shoulder.) Oh, ne, I’ll tell you
the whole plan!
because I believe that was part of the
plan, (fakely innocent) Partner?
stupid to make anything of it.(back to
Sydney) Here’s the plan, my dear. I plan
a diversion at the gates of the White
House. A diversion big enough to attract
all the guards, even the ones protecting
the Apocalypse Switch.
with this. In the mean time, you dodge
the lasers and traps, and if you do get
caught, nobody will believe you if you
spill my secrets, leaving me enough time to
think up another unchipped child that is
dumb enough to do it for me. Anyhow, let’s
keep it optimistic. You then go through
the ventilation system, dodge the fans,
and get outside the triple, laser-proof,
padlocked door. You use my ultra lazer,
and yes, I know it is against the law to
make anything that breaks the laser proof
padlock. Just because I created it doesn’t
mean I have to tell anyone other than you.
You use that, pray it works, get in, dodge
76 more traps, a couple more lazers, and
no,they are not visible. They pop up when
you least expect it. And no, I do not know
where they are placed. Anyhow, assuming you
don’t get gored, you get to the padlock.
The password is 09475820489378. Don’t
write it down. Don’t chip record any of
this. If they nd and get your chip, we’re
spoiled. No, you don’t have a chip. Sorry.
Then you take the switch, do the whole
thing in reverse, which will be equally
hard, assuming none of the traps have
sprung and killed you yet, and bring it to
me. Then….. well then I can control the
world’s minds! I will take the chipless
children, lock them up, and do a quick
session with their parents where I stop
controlling them, and offer them and their
kids freedom, for 199,000,000 a person.
Of course, once the millionaires pay the
price, I will, as promised, release their
brains, and instead, conne their bodies.
And don’t worry. The superdome will be set
up, blocking any communication from foreign
countries. Isn’t my plan brilliant!?!?!?
Sydney: Sounds excellent. But of course I
can never compre- no, understand how smart
it is because I’m chipless. I’m happy being
dumb!
ST: I’ll give you the training and tools at
1am tonight. Sneak out, will you? Be ready
to bend with the blows of my training.
Sydney: Do you have a chip? I don’t because
I am only 11.
ST: No, because if I did, my plan would not
work.
got to me there you know.
ST: Yaaa… want to see something?
Sydney:(cautiously) Do I?
took it out myself. I’m naturally smart,
you see, so all the chip does is put me
under others control.(snarls) And I’m not
a weakling that is meant to be controlled.
I’m the the one who is supposed to control.
World, deal with it!
(last sentence should echo)
Everyone has fears
By: Kate Stanwood
There are 2 girls. Maddie, 1. Lily, 2. Their mom died when Maddie wasn’t even 1
yet. And then they had to live with their dad they thought he was scary so they
never were near him. Then he ran out of money so he put them up for adoption and
a young woman adopted them and had some troubles caring for them. She didn’t want
to put them up for adoption again.
Maddie- Lilly… do ya wanna pway?
Lilly- Sure, Mads! What do you want to play?
Maddie- Fawys.
Maddie- I am a fawy.
Lilly- What type?
Maddie- Water fawy.
Maddie- What is a wainbow?
Lilly- It’s a colorful thing in the sky. Here, I will draw it for you. OOOO! I
will draw a big one for you on the wall!
Maddie- Yaaaaa!
The girls draw the big rainbow on the wall. And to make it even worse they used
sharpy. Their mom saw and I bet you know what happened.
Mom- GG IIIIIIII RRRRRRRRRRRLLLLLLLLLL SSSSSSSSS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Maddie+Lilly- What?
Mom- What did you do to my wall!!!!!!!!!!!
Lilly- I drew a rainbow on the wall. Isn’t it pretty?
Mom- It is pretty and permanent.
Lilly- Oh, sorry. Bye.
Mom- Not bye. You have no TV and no dessert for another week.
Maddie- Me too, Mommy?
Lilly- That’s not fair!!!!!!! (breaks down in tears.)
Lilly is really sad that she is in trouble. Maddie rubs her dessert in Lilly’s
face and it makes her cry every night.
Mom (on the phone)- Thank you soo much for talking to me!
?- No problem! What’s up?
Mom- My girls are really acting up.
?- You mean the ones you adopted?
Mom- Ya.
Mom- Okay, good idea. Thanks.
?- No problem! Bye!
Mom- Bye!
Their mom tried it and it actually worked! She saw that the girls were just
having fun and there was nothing to worry about! But one time she was taking a
shower and the girls thought of the worst game: restaurant.
Lilly- Hey, Maddie!
Maddie- Ya!
Maddie- Ya!
 
Scene 1:
Kent- Hey you need some help?
Thomas- Um… that would be great thanks.
Kent- Um… that would be great thanks (quietly ).
Thomas- “Thanks Thanks” Kent pulls him up.
Kent- “Thanks Thanks” hands over books.
Thomas- Dude? Could you stop doing that?
Kent- Dude? Could you stop doing that?
Thomas- You help me up and then rudely keep repeating me?
Kent- You help me up and then rudely keep repeating me?
Thomas- What is your problem dude? Stop now.
Kent walks away fast Stop now.
Thomas- You! Codsh! (with a st)
Scene 2:
Jade- Hey!
Liv- Hey!
Liv- Could you sign mine?
Jade- Mine rst.
Jade- Just sign (opens up yearbook).
Liv- Just sign (opens up hers).
Liv- Please.
Jade- Please.
Liv- Please.
Jade- Please.
Liv- Please.
Jade- Please.
Liv- Please.
Liv- You know, whatever, I don’t need your stupid signature.
Jade- Yeah whatever… god
Liv- Yeah whatever… god
Jade gets in her face.
Jade: I don’t even know you! I’m warning you that I have a temper and you better
not repeat this extremely long thing that I’m saying because you can’t get it
right! So just shut up! La la la la la de de de de de de gru to from oh bee!
Can’t copy me now huh *beep?
Liv while scattering away- I don’t even know you! I’m warning you that I have
a temper and you better not repeat this extremely long thing that I’m saying
because you can’t get it right! So just shut up! la la la la la de de de de de de
gru to from oh bee! Can’t copy me now huh *beep?
Jade follows and pushes her to the oor
Principal: Both of you in my ofce right THIS MINUTE.
End scene. 
Wife (Susan): I’m tired and hungry and grumpy.
Husband: (George): I’m tired and hungry and grumpy (different tone).
Wife: Yeah? Well, you don’t got a baby inside of you.
Husband: Yeah? Well, you don’t got a baby inside you.
Wife: Well, I’m pregnant!
Husband: Well, I’m pregnant.
Wife: George?
Husband: George? (mockingly )
Wife: Don’t joke with me, like I said I’m grumpy.
Husband: Don’t joke with me, like I said I’m grumpy.
Wife: Stop it George.
Husband: Stop it, George.
Wife: By the way, go get me some pizza on the way to pick up Ashley.
Husband: By the way, go get me some pizza on the way to pick up Ashley.
Wife: OH MY GOD, GEORGE.
Husband: OH MY GOD, GEORGE.
Wife walks out of the room groaning and really mad.
End scene.
The Typewriter Play Script
Narrator 1: So the two kids began to type, thinking it was just any old
typewriter but they were wrong, very wrong.
Narrator 2: Things were about to change and the worst yet to come
Narrator 1: Oh…. kids.
Narrator 2: Then he wrote the rst sentence
Voice over while he is typing: The wind began to howl and grow stronger.
The wind (fan) blows from behind the window, blowing a curtain.
Howling or storm sound effects.
Olivia: Shoot! The window’s open.
Olivia is still exploring.
Zach: That was weird.
Olivia: What was?
Olivia: Wow, interesting rst sentence. (laughing )
Zach: I’m going to write a scary story on it.
Olivia: You probably shouldn’t, cause it’s not even ours.
Zach: Oh who the heck cares? We don’t have a typewriter.
Olivia: We have many of something else, it’s something called a computer, it’s
the exact same thing but a bit more functional. (sarcastic)
Olivia: I’m going to type something now.
Voice over of what she is typing: Thunder roared like a lion
Sound effect of roaring thunder 
Jordan: Ok now that WAS weird
Zach’s voice over: The window breaks open from the deadly storm.
Window busts open and loud storm sound effect.