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I wish that I were an angel,
to see God and to experience the world.

I wish that I were a princess,
to help my kingdom and to help the animals.

I wish that I were a singer,
to tell everyone how I feel.

I wish that I were in Paris,
to speak their language and to see smiling faces.

I wish that I were a doctor,
to help people with sickness.

I wish that I were in heaven,
to ask God to forgive my sins.

I wish that I were green,
to see my animals and how everyone looks the same.

Nene

One rainy April day at 10:00, I was bored. I had no books to read and nothing to do. So I asked my mom if I could go into the attic. She nodded her head. I pulled down the rope for our attic door. A button popped out of the wall and I pushed it. The door swung open with a creak. I walked into the dark musty room.

My grandmother had died a few years ago and we inherited a bunch of things from her. I liked her easel. It was made of wood and very beautiful. The easel was eighty years old. My grandmother got it when she was six. She was a great artist who loved to paint animals.

I found a picture she painted of a Dalmatian on a couch next to a yellow and brown tabby cat. Lots of cats, some tabby and some spotted, were in the background. I liked it a lot.

I searched for another painting. The second picture was of a scaly and green komodo dragon in a cave.

For some reason, I couldn’t find any more pictures until suddenly I saw a crack in the wall. I pushed it and the crack became a drawer. I saw a lot more paintings. I was so happy!

Now I practice painting a lot. Maybe someday I’ll be as good as my grandmother!

Piper

My pencil is like a magic wand
that puts down all my ideas.

And my pencil is like my thinking tool
that helps me by making music.

I’m very happy with my pencil because
it helps me get through a lot of work.

My pencil is like my personal friend

because it helps me out in rough times.

Jesus

My name means to me Shelter, because I can and I will protect you, plus that’s what it means in the Bible. It means shelter, but it tastes like vanilla and I am sweet just like it. I am also pointy. Why? Because I can point you in the right direction and because I’m sharp like a point. (That means smart.) I think of the number seven when someone says my name. Why? Because there are seven letters in my name. I look up to the sky and see the heavens above, and the color is sky blue and that is the color of my name. Jewelry, it’s so flawless and magnificent and that’s why it reminds me of me. Boom! Boom! Boom! I’m so loud and bold and full of life. I will show it to the world with my laughter. I will also do anything to get to the top.

Last but not least I am fierce like a cheetah and I am a pack leader and will show you with my GROWWWLLL power!

Antonia

There I was in my bed, staring at the dark ceiling. I heard the door creak open. I was scared to death. Blue and green one-eyed aliens popped out of the closet.

“Aaahh!” I screamed.

Then I heard a big boom! I ran outside to see what was going on. In all the ruckus, I ran right through the aliens as if they weren’t solid. I went outside just to find more aliens coming in by a UFO with flashing lights all around it. I screamed my head off. I was scared to death!!!

I heard an alien talking in a buzzing voice. From what I could understand, he said, “Get him!” I screamed, and then tried to call 911, but the alien spacecraft’s energy kept the phones from working. I screamed once more, and then jumped out the window, the glass shattering behind me.

I looked behind to see what had happened. I saw a piece of glass hit one of the aliens and it popped! So I decided to turn around and throw pieces of shattered glass at each alien. But as each one popped, they grew back, splitting in two and creating twice as many aliens!!!

Then I thought, “Maybe if I threw the pieces of glass fast enough, they wouldn’t have time to replenish.” But I barely had any pieces of glass left! I snuck around to the back door, went in, and got my baseball bat. The aliens were still looking for me in the front yard. I snuck back outside with my baseball bat and broke windows from all sides of the house. I threw pieces of glass from all directions ten times faster than before and luckily none of them grew back!

I ran straight for the police station. I told the cops the whole story. Of course, they didn’t believe me. But the one thing the cops did do was call my parents. They came home from their party to see me standing in the middle of the living room of a house of broken windows. I got grounded for two months: the first month for breaking all the windows in the house and the second month for pulling a so-called prank on the cops.

Oh well. It’s better than your face getting eaten by aliens!!!

Cameron

—after Emily Dickinson’s “Hope is a thing with feathers . . .”

Hope is a destiny that happens.
It shows gratefulness
And shines like a gloomy star
Shining in the sky.
Hope is a word you can’t stop saying,
That’s why it’s so great.
Hope is so sweet
It’s like love in the air.

Krysten

The highlands wear their hat of grass
Sleeping with their eyelids raised
Like a goddess without her makeup
And a mouth full of splinters from a wooden cup.

Dying in the groin of the valley, master sits
Reciting his echoes over the fire-bruised fields.
Wearing his iron frown, watching
The evening’s heavy ballet.

I stand over him in his tired hole,
My fur smeared with sighing mud,
Dark as a crow’s crumpled wings.
I lick his face—why do we stay here?

In the sky the answer comes.
Clouds scattered like trails of breadcrumbs.
Like sawdust from the wrinkled canyon’s heart
Waiting for the wordless blow.

Colin