Gwen K. 5S

Shadow Man

A man is following me

I don’t know who, I don’t know why.

I was walking, he walked.

I ran, he ran.

 I stopped, he stopped.

 I played hop scotch, he copied me!

I walked inside to get some water. Yes!

He is gone!

I walked back out, he was waiting for me!

I put my hands on my hips and yelled at that man.

”Stop it! Stop it! Stop it!

Go away, stop following me!

I’ve had enough, as you can see.”

My mom came out to see the fuss,

And I noticed a cloud pass by the sun.

My mom told me “stop hollering!”

“The man made me!”

I pointed down and when she looked there was only dirt.

Derek W. 5S

My Dad

My dad is a cheeseburger.

He is the buns, keeping the pieces of the family together.

He is the lettuce, tomato, and onions, adding flavor, fun, and color to the mix.

He is the cheesy patty, the main part of the household, helping me and my siblings.

He is the ketchup, adding zest to all of the fun activities we do.

He is the side of fries, always there when you need him and adding a little something extra.

My dad is a cheeseburger!

Leyli G. 5S

Sugar Cookies

 The silvery whisk felt smooth on the palm of my hand. Its metal almost felt as though it had been frozen. The glossy outer shell shone, reflecting the glimmer of the lights overhead. Without thinking, I poked my finger into the thick pale yellow dough. My finger traveled towards my mouth, my eyes glancing sideways at my mother every two or three seconds.

She was digging through a neat pile of cooking materials. My eyes stared at her, two hazel green circles, unblinking. I sucked on my finger, my eyes never leaving my mother, following her fast movements. Gripping a large steel tray, my mother turned. I had (luckily) finished licking the soft sugariness. Mom smiled, obviously not noticing my sneaky act. She shuffled towards me, then halted. “Leyli?” she questioned “can you get the oven mitts?” “Strange” I thought “she usually gets them…” I ran to the wooden brown drawer, grabbing the flowered oven mitts. The blossoms were sunflower yellow with a black stems, black as night with no moon. I handed the oversized mittens, to my mother. To my surprise, she handed the mitts back to me. “Huh?” I grunted, with a puzzled look on my face. “Come on!” she exclaimed “put them on!”

With that, I nearly fainted with surprise. “Mom! You really don’t mean it, right?” I whispered, almost speechless. “Yes I mean it!” she confirmed, grinning. You could tell by the way she laughed, she was proud of herself for surprising me. I smiled weakly (but happily) and slowly reached out and grabbed the oven mitts, slipping them on to my shaking hands easily. They were warm and soft on the yellow inside, like a quilt. I rubbed the smooth outside on my cold face, warming myself up. I gripped the hard steel tray and picked it up. The cookies ended up being surprisingly light. I had expected them to be rock hard, considering the effort it took to mix the thick dough. As my mom opened the oven door, I cautiously pulled out one of two racks and carefully placed the tray onto the rack. As my glasses began to get foggy, I pushed in the ovens rack and closed the oven door with care, taking the oven mitts off.

Dan Tencic 5S

St. John

I was looking out the window of the plane. It was a cold, stormy day at JFK Airport. I couldn’t feel the breeze anymore because I was boarding the plane to St. John.

I had been to St. John three times before. I knew that the food was great there and the beaches were amazing.

My dad was working for the Jim Simons’ foundation. Jim Simons was a multi-billionaire and that was the only reason we were going on this trip for the 4^th time.

Once we got there me and my brother got on our swimsuits and jumped in the super crystal clear warm water. The water was so warm it felt like being in a hot tub on a warm sunny day. The clearness of the water was like looking at glass. The sun was beating on me so hard I thought I was going to get sunburned. There was a floating dock that has been in the water the past two years. It was about fifty yards away from shore. The sky was cloudless and it was the color of pink and orange. The sun was just barely hovering over the horizon.

My mom called me and my brother to come over so we could get changed and go to dinner. My stomach was lurching as me and my brother walked back to the cabin.

Then we walked to the diner to grab and amazing dinner. We met our dad and sister and sat down. We ordered quickly and talked about our day. After our food came we started eating like crazy because, like I’ve told you, the food is amazing. I had a huge dinner and the food was great and once everyone finished we headed back to the cabin.

As we were getting closer to the cabin we spotted a donkey happily eating grass. Our family went over to get a closer look and we all ended up touching him and petting his mane. Then we spotted a mongoose sitting in the corner of the field stalking us. At first I was scared because earlier that year my dad said that mongooses killed king cobras, but my dad told me they were afraid of us. So when I walked closer the mongoose acted like a squirrel and ran away. Then we finished our walk back to the cabin and continued talking about our day again. We finally we reached the cabin. Then we got changed, brushed our teeth and we all went to sleep instantly. My time on St. John was an amazing experience filled with family, fun and adventure.

Shivshankar C. 4S

                         Old Indian Tale

Acha (my dad) and I dashed to the parade. We were late to see these tiger, leopard and lion animals, but I didn’t know what they were called in India. One of the parade tigers jumped out of the cart and slowly walked toward Acha and me. I was scared for a second, but not to the point where I would cry, when my dad grabbed my hand and punched the tiger while he was kicking it. I now think that was what the parade animals were supposed to do or it was a joke. Anyway the tiger ran away and jumped back into his parade cart with all the other animals.

                                  Author’s note:

This story took place in India when I was three. My dad and I came to an Indian parade, then this exclusive story occurred.  

Martina M. 2F

Yellow

Yellow smells like fresh baked lemon pie baking in the oven.

Yellow is the taste of lemon going down my throat.

Yellow makes me feel very happy.

Yellow is the sound of blowing wind.

Brennan S. 4R

Surf Away!

The summer wind caught my face in a pillow of screeching water.

Mist sprayed me with its sparkling summer sand.

I could not see the light of the smiling sun,

As my head went under the deep blue sea.

When I popped my head up to the surface of the water,

I was able to catch a glimpse of my dad’s laughing surf board

 Before a wave slammed into me,

 And sent me flying along with it.

Quickly I grabbed my black, yellow, and red surf board

And stood up on it.

While riding, it felt as if I rode my board all the way home.

When my dad finally flipped over,

I jumped in and swam out to the wave I liked,

 Stood up on my board and hit the gleaming waves

For the last time that day.

Sydney K. 3Bi

I am a shoe

I am a shoe.

I wonder what it would be like to be a child.

I hear the stomping of feet all day.

I see grass, dirt, woodchips, and pavement.

I want the world to talk to me.

I am so sad that nobody listens to me.

I pretend I am a person.

I feel your feet on me.

I touch the ground every moment.

I understand that your feet get big and you have to get rid of me.

I say, “I love being a high heeled shoe.”

I dream of making a friend.  

Cole B. 3Bi

The Football

I am a football.

I wonder when the next game starts.

I see a crowd entering the stadium.

I want to get kicked into the field goal.

I am ready to see the Patriots.

I pretend I am the coach coaching the team.

I feel Tom Brady’s hand.

I touch the net of the field goal.

I understand I need to be kicked.

I say, “What is the score?”

I dream of being a football player.

Taityn E. 3Bi

A Pencil I Am

I am a pencil.

I wonder what I look like when I’m little.

I hear children talking to the teacher.

I see all these words like me, I, am, people, and next.

I want to be used, but not too much.

I am all graphite and wood.

I pretend to be real.

I feel smooth.

I touch a lot of paper.

I understand some of the words on each page.

I say, “Stop!” I don’t want to be used and get too small.

I dream I live forever.