Month: April 2010

They raced to the magic tree, but the forest was seemingly quiet. Shh….come on faster! The faster they went the more likely it was to trip…Hurry he`s right over her- she got cut off…No..no…there are guards everywhere!….What? Huh? what was that? said a guard. Nice job Genius! Come on! Hey! get back here!!! They ran as fast as they could…but soon the guards were gaining on them!!! There`s the fair! They ran up the dirt path and in the fair. Blast it! we missed them, but they can`t be too far! Come on Seth this way! But as usual they split up. Seth ducked under the ball toss. And Anthia jumped over the glass picture`s booth. She could hear the mean guard in the short distance. He stayed a minute and left. However Seth`s cover was blown and being chased all the way up to town square. Where he climbed up the big clock. And hoped that he soon would be able to get down

There Seth was trapped in a Kala`s arms. Going to be eaten by the nearby forest monster. As Anthia was not there to save him. But afar traveling in Orian Village, but as one thing did surprise him he had not his backpack. Let go of me! he yelled but still no luck. It came even closer and closer reaching for Seth then…there was a slow and steady noise in his head…beep beep..It got louder..Beep Beep BEEP! Hhhh? he murmured as he woke up. Huh oh it was a dream. He sat up and looked at his mirror. It showed his dark brown hair and light green eyes, and his blue shirt with black fish and light black denim jeans. Then looked outside his window and saw about 20 tents lined up on Celisse Rd. The fair! he exclaimed he already missed 2 hours of it! He rushed downstairs grabbed his jacket and raced down the streets to the fair. One more turn…Uhh! something grabbed his hand..it was Anthia. Seth there you are I was worried you would never appear. Sorry got held up…sleeping she guessed. Never mind…I need your help with something…weird. Kala? No, not quite Anthia said. The Magic Tree she muttered it has an issue. What? said Seth wanting to know. Fire he`s blaming Fire for his troubles…But it did nothing to the Tree! Shh…I know we must find out why…

This was a poem I came up with when I was upset at a friend, but I guess it was just me cause we’re okay now. I still like this poem!Please leave a comment, it will really help me and my writing!! Thanks!!

I thought we were best friends,

And I still do,

But now you are abandoning me,

Abandoning, is that you?

You two are happy,

And I was too,

But we drift away,

And I am afraid I will lose,

He is to strong for me to fight,

If I do I will come out battered and bruised,

Good bye old friend,

I will miss you…

Detective-noun, a police officer who investigates crimes. A person, often depicted as a male (who, may I add, is often very romantic), who solves the crimes of beautiful damsels who have had their gems stolen, or of  ‘the worlds most wanted criminals’. As said before, they usually seem to carry on a romance at some point or another.

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<SYSTEM ERROR. PLEASE RESTART SYSTEM IMMEADIETLY.>

Gami banged her head on the table for the fiftieth time that night, and was sure she probably had a big red spot on her forehead.

She glanced at the dictionary that lay on her desk. She had had it custom made, just so she could have a few lines extra space after each entry was over.

The reason for those extra lines was just for times like this. She found that almost every definition in the book was completely off, and found the need to correct them.

Therefore, she took her pen and began doing so. Several people (mostly people who can to repair a faucet or something of the sorts) had called her crazy, but she usually just ignored them.

Gami’s train of thought was completely thrown off when her doorbell rang, and she stared at the door for several minutes.

Then a voice rang over her intercom system; “Karina, it’s me, and since you seem to be too busy to open the door, I’m letting myself in.”

She blinked stupidly as her boyfriend walked in. For some reason, she was always stunned when someone called her by her name.

She snapped back into reality when he came over and hugged her.

“Hey, how’s the case going?” she finally was able to find the strength to talk again.

He shrugged, and grabbed an apple from her refrigerator.

“Go ahead and help yourself to an apple, Jason.” Gami stated sarcastically.

Jason, as he was now known as, shrugged again and plopped down on her couch, staring at the newspaper articles she laid out intently, just as she had done several hours ago.

He gave Gami a questioning look, as if to ask why she was suddenly taking so much interest in his cases. She just stared at him blankly with her pale blue eyes.

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Jason had, at one time, wondered if his own girlfriend could be a suspect. He quickly brushed that thought away, though, as he couldn’t see her hurting a fly. Unless she fed it to her Venus Flytrap, of course.

He only suspected her because of the ironic use of names; she called herself Gami, while the murderer often had notes left at the scene with the word ‘Shinigami’ scribbled onto it.

On the topic of the notes, the agency had often been recieving many complaints about those notes. They wondered why they couldn’t just DNA test it. Evidently, they didn’t understand the meaning of the phrase ‘whoever wrote it was wearing rubber gloves’.

He sighed as Gami began to fall asleep against him, meaning he would end up having to carry her to her room. He could just wake her up, but he is actually needed in the investigation and not in the hospital.

Shinigami-noun, a personification of death that evolved in japan, during the meji period. A japanese god that spends it’s life murdering humans, in order to increase it’s own ‘life count’. If it were to help a human, it turns to dust.

Shinigami. She always liked that word. She liked the way it sort of rolled off her tongue easily, even when others couldn’t stand the word.

She was born in England, where she was put into a foster home. When she turned 15, she had accumulated enough money to be able to travel to Japan. That was when she first learned of that word.

When she turned 20, she had enough money to move there. She then got several jobs, hoping to raise more money for herself. Since no one was able to pronounce her name, she began calling herself Gami.

Gami had all but forgotten about that word. It had taken a big part in her life.

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[ERROR. SYSTEM SHUTTING DOWN.]

She hated computers. Only because they hated her, though.

The only reason she had one was because…well, she had no reasons. She just liked the light of the screen.

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“WANTED. BE ON THE LOOKOUT FOR ANY INFORMATION ON THE KILLER WHO CALLS HIMSELF ‘SHINIGAMI’. LARGE REWARDS OFFERED FOR ANYONE WHO IS ABLE TO PROVIDE SIGNIFIGANT INFORMATION.”

She scowled as she read the alert that was flashing across the screen. How could they believe that this ‘killer’ had to be male? Gami found it rather…primitive.

She irratably ran her fingers through her cats fur, and stared intently on the scattered newspaper articles she had encased under the glass protecting the wood of her coffee table. The headlines all mainly said the same things, but each one had a different impression of the ‘topic’ from many artists.

Her boyfriend was a detective who happened to not only be from England, but he was working on the case of the Shinigami.

He often had to ‘change his name’ so that he ‘couldn’t be tracked down’. Gami herself thought that it was because the killer was said to be able to kill even if they weren’t with the victim.

That was mostly true.

Gami brushed her long, strawberry blonde hair with her fingers. They should know that asking for tips won’t help, she though as the message flashed for the twentieth time that hour.

Then a breaking news alert came up on the news. Evidently, Shinigami had found a new victim. Gami grinned maniacally as she listened to the reports of witnesses.

Hello, my awesomest pals! So, I decided that See No Evil stinks, and am currently replacing it with this until I can decide how to make it better. Tell me what you think about this. If you guys have problems with me writing so much about death, just let me know, and I could possibly fit in a happier story. M’kay?

Myself a Summer package chapter ONE

Laying on the grass on a hot summer day, my shirt stuck to my back in the thick heat. The wind’s questions leaked into my ears; “Why are you here? What is your purpose?” I looked up into the blue sky, the sun was shinning. The breeze envoloped me in a mellow package, wrapping me up in thoughts. Who would be my reciver,where would I end up? The air stuck on a postage stamp; a cool sprinkle that started suddenly to rain down. I awoke from my wrapping of  wonders, reality soothed back in.

“How long have I been laying here?” I asked myself aloud.

The air suddenly chilled, arising goose-bumps from my skin.

“Jade! Dinner!” My mother called, standing on the back porch, infront of the screen door.

“Coming.” I said, blowing a kiss to the sky above and heading back in for dinner.

*** Later that night

My bed sheets were soft, and my window was open, letting salty breezes ripple in from the ocean that was a block away. I wondered about school, only 2 short months to go until it was here. Of course nobody wanted to leave careless summer days behind for school work but I was excited; I was heading to the middle school this year. Finally I might get some more freedom, and I was looking foward to it. I wondered about my friends, all which were going to meet up with me at the beach tommorrow. I was going to see them after weeks of being cooped up in my house alone, I was so excited.

***the next day

“Mary and the others cant make it to the beach today Jade,” My mother explained to me.

“What? Why not?” I had been waiting for this day since the end of school!

“They’re going to some concert of some lady called Maddy Drama.” My heart sunk in an ocean of despair, right down to the bottom like an anchor.

My mother squeezed my shoulder; “Maybe some other time,” She told me.

I ended up going to the beach by myself, my mother came with me though.

“Don’t go too far in, Jade.” She warned, and I knew I wouldnt.

“Stupid friends! They couldnt even tell me before? I know they wouldnt able to just magically get tickets the day of the concert, they had to have booked it or something.” I talked to myself in anger, as I sliced through the water, hip deep so far. “They didnt even invite me! And they’ve done this before too.”

“Are you okay?” A voice asked, I turned around. It was a girl, she looked about 12, my age. She had long blond hair, braided thickly down her back.

“Umm..yeah. Just angry.”

“Angry at your friends?”

“Yup.”

“Blew you off?”

“Yea…”

“Don’t worry, in same situation.”

“Hey, don’t you live on my block?” I asked, noticing she looked familiar.

“Yea, Henritta?”

“Yes…” I looked at the water.

“Summer,” she said, I looked back, puzzled.

“Yea, it’s nice to have summer instead of school,” I finally said, ignoring the way she said summer, as if she was….introducing herself…………… “Oh! Hi, I’m Jade!” I caught on.

Summer laughed. “Hey, Jade,”

We ended up becoming pretty good friends, and she invited me over her house after the beach.

“Sure,” my mom answered for me, over hearing the question.

*** later

“No, they went to a concert.” Summer told me.

“Really? That same thing happened to me!” I exclaimed after she told me why she was at the beach alone today.

We played video games together, rode bikes, shooted some hoops, and then I went home.

“How was it, sweety?” Mom asked me, I smiled.

“Great.”

The next day Summer called me.

We headed to the beach, collected seashells, ate hot dogs, made a sand castle, and hid under the board walk in the shade.

I had totally forgotten about my other friends who had deserted me yesterday.

Then…I got a text from Jenny, one of my friends who had  went to the concert.

Wanna hang out tonight? The rest of us felt really bad about leaving you, so we wanna have a sleep-over. The text said.

I gasped, and texted back furisoly.

“What is it?” Summer asked me.

“Jenny,  one of my friends who had left for the concert just texted me saying she wanted me to come over tonight with the rest of them!” I answered, jumping for joy.

“Oh my gosh that’s great! I wish my friends would do that,” she laughed, although I knew inside it hurt.

“Maybe you can come with!” I said, thinking it would work out.

“Really?”

“Yea!” I texted Jenny back; can my other friend, Summer, come over?

Got a reply: Sure…I guess so.. as long as she isnt weird..how old is she?

I wrote back: She isnt at ALL! she 12

Jenny: Good age, bettaa nott b weirdo  oh ..we have the funniisttt stry to tell uuuuu! It hilarr!

I texted back: kks! cnt wait to hear itttt!

“You can come!”

***at party

I walked into Mary’s room, everyone was there; Jenny, Jessy, Mary, Taylor, Claire, Susan.

“Who’s that?” Mary asked, refurring to Summer, being rude.

“Summer,” Summer replied, placing down her bag.

“Jenny said I could bring her,” I told Mary off.

“Fine, whatever.” Mary looked from Jenny to me and shut her eyes. “I have the funniest story to tell ya’ll!” She screamed.

“You mean Summer and Jade,” Taylor said, “We were there, remember?”

“Yea, whatEVER!” Mary said, rolling her eyes. “At the concert, we saw these two girls with pillow cases on their heads and they were like: ‘Hello everyone, we are simone and Macy, the ghosts of this concert! Beware!” Mary laughed, and so did everyone else, including me…but not Summer.

“What, you dont get it?” Mary asked Summer, groaning.

“I just dont understand what’s so funny about it.” Summer answered.

Everyone laughed.

“They were acting like idiots, duh.” Jenny told her.

“Oh,” She looked at the floor. What was wrong? She wasnt like this before.

“Okay girls! I have a story none of you have ever heard!” Jessy gloated.

“If we’ve heard it before, you owe us each a dollar…except for Summer,  we all know she’s never heard it.” Mary said, why did she want to start in with Summer? Mary was just looking for a fight.

Summer rolled her eyes, said nothing.

“So I was watching a new episode of  Soy Soy last night,” Jenny began, everyone squeled in delight…except Summer. “And I noticed that Macy might like Tyler!” She said, everyone clapped…but Summer.

“What, you don’t know that show, Summer?” Mary asked, sneering her name.

“Of course I do, but I never watch it.”

“Of course you don’t.” Mary smiled.

“Well apperantly you didnt watch it last night either, since you didnt know what was going on in it!” Screamed Summer.

“I watched it on demand, so none of you could have known.” Jenny answered, shaking in fear incase Mary would decide to yell at her too.

Mary leaned over to Susan, “She has a wig on,” She whispered.

Susan laughed, and leaned over to tell Claire, but Claire didnt want to hear it.

Claire and I have been best friends since 2nd grade, and she didnt even get to go to the concert either, she was away in Florida yesterday. I knew she wouldnt have gone with out me anyhow, and I know she didnt laugh because she repected Summer.

Claire eyed me a warning signal, which I knew.

I nodded back, looking at Summer through the corner of my eyes.

She nodded back.

“Can we just stop?” I finally said.

“Stop what?” Mary asked.

“Everthing,” I aswered.

“Why do you have such an additude today, Jade?” Mary got up, looking me in the eye.

“I don’t, you do! Stop picking on Summer!” I yelled, I hated this sleepover so far.

Summer fled the room, fled the stairs, fled the house, fled the block.

“Good, she’s gone, sorry about that Jade,” Mary told me, she took my hand in a cheesy comforting way. “In case you didnt notice, her hair was a wig.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?” I asked.

“That’s supposed to mean that she’s bald, duh.”

“So?” I didnt belive her, and I really didnt care either.

“She wouldnt just shave it off, nobody would do that. She must have some sort of…disese.” She whispered sharply in my ear.

“No…no she doesnt!” I ran out of her room and her house, looking all around in the warm night for Summer.

“Summer!” I shouted, over and over.

My feet carried me around so many blocks, I couldnt find her.

Was she at her house? Probably.

I ran  to it as fast as I could, collapsing on her lawn.

“Summer” I whispered, seeing the stars.

No answer.

Myself a Summer package chapter TWO

Sorry I haven’t been writing lately, I’ve been diagnosed with Writers Block! I’m hoping that I will post the next chapter by the end of this month. Sorry again!!!!!!!!!!

The way the water goes; is the way he wants to show shining down below. We might not see it or we might not be it but as always he will show the way the water goes…

It was a nice, calm day at Jackson Creek. As usual the birds were chirping away, but nothing could process. Because Mr. Rhine and his young girl were not home. As they were absent their was a teen boy in the woods. He was raised an orphan in the Orphanage on 6th Street. He was hungry and now homeless, but as much as he was hungry, homeless, and dirty he was generous. He walked for miles in tattered clothes, and scratches from unappealing tree branches. He came to a stop when the woods ended. There was a orange small house in the faraway distance. Its shine gleamed at his silver watch as it was the only thing his parents left him. He started to race for the front door. Of course it was locked..he tried the window. Shut and fastened as the only way inside was down the crisp, burnt Chimney. He grabbed a hold of the dirty gutter and lifted. He was off the ground and swinging lifting with his every last bit of strength. Until he made it roughly on top of the house with a loud bang…that scared the cat…a little. He grabbed the top and swung over down it. As it hurt he landed at the end of the chimney.    The End of Part 1

He is aggravating.

She is busy.

He is crazy.

She is dissy.

He is exradinating.

She is funny.

He is greedy.

She is halirious.

He is inimtable.

She can use jurisdiction.

He is knight-errantry.

She is legation.

He is mad.

She is a naturalize.

He is offensive.

She is in a pack.

He is qauckry.

She radiates.

He is sad.

She knows that is you smoke a tobocco.

He is sometimes unconscious.

She never goes in a verse.

He wails.

She is not really that xail.

He probably has a yellow fever.

She hasn’t played the zither.

Light fills the air
People around not far from fear
God fills their hearts from day to day
Not knowing their fate
Laughing and playing
Though not far from crashing
Not knowing God will have a reaction

I was born patially blind, and when I was 9, I woke up one day without feeling like I actually woke up.

I can barely remember anybody’s face except for the woman who raised me since age 11. Her name was Karina. At least, that is what she always told us.

Karina is 27, I believe. She is extremely childish, and she adores antique furniture. Actually, she adores anything that is antique.

Many times she has gone to old clothing shops and bought clothing, even some that were ripped. The ripped ones seemed to be her favorite, because she got too sew them up with, what my mother called, outrageous fabrics.

One of the most distinct things about Karina, though, is the grin she wears at nearly all times. She looks sort of demented, and that actually caused police to try to take me away from her.

They can’t, though. She is (surprisingly) very responsible, and shows no threat to my well being.

From what she tells me, she has recently started getting white streaks in her terracotta colored hair. Her boyfriend, who I cannot name, says that he has never seen eyes the color of her’s be so beautiful: they are a pale gray.

I just find that mushy, but I guess that I can’t do anything about it.

Karina tells me I was born with a gift. I don’t quite know what that gift was, but she tells me I’ll find out one day.

My life, as a whole, is almost perfect. I have, though, lost both my mother and father, and there are no relatives that Karina or I know of.

Onto my looks…this is what Karina always tells me must make my social life great. I have light brown suntreaked hair, and icy blue eyes. The only problems with my looks are…well, I look like a ghost.

Honestly, I don’t know what social life Karina is talking about. I don’t have a social life.

I…er, used to have a boyfriend. His name was Mihael…I don’t remember what is last name was. I never really loved him, though.

He always showed me off to some kid named…Mail, I think. I don’t quite understand the name myself.

Opinions all around

Make me want to fall to the ground

My soul is slowly letting go

Falling deeper and deeper very slow

Who knew it would come to this

My soul is far but not distant

Lie to me and tell me it’ll all be okay.

Lie to me and tell me that this way you’ll stay.

I’ll wait for you in hopes of this love to forever last.

But tell me now if this is truth has past.

Hi, guys!! This is the third part in the story! Here it is:

“It’s time to switching classes,” Mr.Fielder’s voice announced. I stood up and made my way towards the way I thought was the door. That was until I felt a hand on my shoulder. “The door is this way,” Jake’s voice reminded me. My face grew red as i followed Jake towards the door. Just as I was stepping out I heard another boy call to Jake, “Hey! Jake wait up!” I felt Jake slow down next to me, so I turned. Even though I couldn’t see I wasn’t going to be rude and act as though he wasn’t there. I felt the heat of another body draw up next to Jake. “Um..hi,” the boys voice faltered a bit. “Hi,” I answered, staring at him with my sightless eyes. “This s Chad,” Jake introduced me, “he’s a friend of mine.”  I smiled and nodded. Chad seemed nice enough. “So what’s your next class, Aria?” Chad asked me as we continued walking. “I go to History next,” I explained as we stopped by my locker. I opened it and pulled out a note book with History printed on it. Then I continued along side Jake. “Teacher?” he asked. “Mrs.Ketty,”was my unfortunate answer. “Great! You and I are in the same class,” Chad said, “but sadly so is Diana.” “Who is Diana?” I asked. “The most popular, showoff, and know-it-all in the 6th grade and probably in the whole of middle school. Heather is her side-kick or as she likes to call her self: ?”best friend”.” Chad explained. I sighed.

Finally, we got to a door which Jake told me was where he had to leave Chad and me because he had Math now. I felt the braille and felt it read : HISTORY, in bolt braille. I pushed open the door and walked in. Chad followed me. Inside, unlike my homeroom, it was silent. I stood next to the door way and heard Chad hurry over a desk.

“I see our new student has come today,” a thin voice called from behind me. I turned, even though I couldn’t see her, and knew at once that Mrs.Ketty was not going to be her favorite teacher.

“Well then, “she said, “Why don’t take a seat next to Giana?”

I grumbled under my breathe then I said more loudly, “I can’t see Gina.”

“Well, obviously, ” Mrs. Ketty snapped, “Your turned the wrong way, your supposed to be facing the other way.”

I turned, “I still can’t see Gina.”

“Young Lady! What are you trying to tell me?” Mrs. Ketty screeched.

“I’m blind,” I replied patiently.

I faced her again and felt her take a step back at first, then she grabbed me by my wrist and yanked my down a row of desks. Next thing I knew I was thumped into a chair and my butt was stinging as though a wasp of bee had stung it hard.

To be Continue….

Have you ever seen someone get totally embarrassed and you think, ‘oh, poor them’. Yeah well today that was me, Jess McKnight the most unlucky girl in the world. I know what your thinking, she’s exaggerating, how bad could it be. No. It was horrible. And if you don’t believe me you can stop reading, because you’re about to be proved wrong. So, I wake up like any normal day and go to school. As soon as I get there things are strange. There’s a news station outside the school talking about school expectations. I walked inside the lobby an everyone is rushing about, sweeping, and putting up flowers. When I got to class it was eerily quiet, I suspected the teachers threatened to punish the students if they were loud and the camera’s came in. And unfortunately, they did come in, just as I about to make the biggest mistake of my life. When our teacher, Mrs.Sandy was preparing our room she accidentally dropped the flower vase. And I, begin who I am, got up to help her but the water was clear and I couldn’t see it. And sadly I tripped, which sucked because the cameras where right on me. And you would think they’d be nice and not show it on Channel 5 News. You wold be wrong. They decided to do a whole segment on how school’s weren’t safe anymore. And I was blamed because I helped the teacher, unbelievable. I sat in the puddle of water for what seemed like eternity, but only about 3 seconds. I could feel my face red hot from embarrassment and hatred for all the people  who had laughed. I got up and brushed myself off, no help from my teacher. About 5 seconds later I looked back to the place I’d fallen and the water was gone, but no one had gone back there to clean it up. It was like it had just evaporated into thin air, and the flowers were just dust. Yes, all dust.

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I followed Jake to my new homeroom. I heard the sound of Jake opened the door. I waited for him to go inside. Then I realized that he was waiting for me to enter first. I smiled and walked into the room. Inside I could hear kids talking and Whoosh! a paper airplane glided past my ear. I felt Jake  come to stand by me, “Come on, I’ll introduce you to the teacher.”

I follow Jake step by step to Mr.Fielder’s desk. Suddenly, I bumped hard into the desk. I heard pencils, papers, and what-not fall onto the ground. I also heard the class grow silent.

“Oh, dear!” I heard a man’s voice cry. Then I was on my hands and knees picking up pencils. Jake followed and I could feel the heat of a third body next to me, picking up the scattered papers.

“I am really sorry,” I said hastily handing the man a handfull of pencils.

“Oh, well,” the man said cheerfully, “My desk needed to be cleaned anyway. There was getting to be quite a pile of papers up there.” Then he seemed to realize he had never seen me before, “Your our new student! I see Jake has shown you to my classroom.” I heard Jake move away and knew he had taken his seat. Now I was alone with the teacher.

“I want you to introduce your self to the class,” he explained.

I nodded and turned towards the group of kids. I heard a gasp , a few snickers and shushing. I took a deep breath and began, ” My name is Aria. I am a swimmer. I am blind. I have one violet eye and one gray eye. I am good at art. Any kind.” It was the most I have ever spoken to a whole class at one time. Most of the time at my old school, the people were so retarded that when ever I opened my mouth to speak, most of the class would start laughing, as if it was the most funny thing they ever heard even if I hadn’t uttered a word.

“Good.” Mr. Fielder said warmly, “Take the seat next to Heather.”

I shuffled my feet and started, “Well, sir, I can’t see Heather.”

I heard Mr.Fielder clear his throat and I guess if I could see him he would be blushing. “I’m sorry ,Aria,” he said loudly, ” Heather, come lead Aria to her desk.”

I heard the sounds of feet sliding out from under a desk and then making their way up the isle towards me. “Follow me,”came a cocky voice.

I groaned inwardly. A Popularity Freak. I could tell from the way her voice sounded that she wasn’t going to be my favorite girl. I wanted to shout, “I’m supposed to sit next to her!?” But I followed her anyway. I slid into my seat as the teacher began the lesson.

To be Continue….

Once upon a time
There was crow name Katie
Her beak was full of cheese patties
There came a sly fox
With a smile on its face
It start with an,” Hello,
You are the most beautiful bird
as sweet as jello!
I bet you can sing as good as you look”
Just a little flatter it took
So poor Katie with a glee start to sing
And cheese pattie falls down with a, “Clink!”

Before poor Katie could chirp

The fox garbed the cheese
He gobbled it down with slimy slurp
And walked away with big fat burp!!!

The End

Hey! I am writing this only to see how you guys like it. Write comments if you think I should or shouldn’t write this. If you say I should this might become a series.  P.S. Tell me is I should change anything.

Part #1

“ Have a good first day, Aria,” my mother called from the open window of her car. I mumbled back a reply. I pushed a lock of my jet black hair behind my ear as I entered the large door of Creek Bridge Middle School. Kids were chatting and making a loud racket.  I felt the piece of paper in my hand. My locker was #112 and my combination was 53018. As I made my way through the halls I felt eyes glancing curiously at me. I found my locker and put in the combo.

“You’re new right?” a voice from the locker next to mine asked. I knew with out having to look that it was a boy who had addressed me.

“Ya,” I replied, “I am new.” When I turned to him I could feel a moment of shock emanating from him, but he got himself under control. I knew what had startled him. He had seen my eyes. One was violet and the other was gray. I had  felt as though the kids at my old school had never let me fit in. I hoped the kids here would be different.

“Are you okay?” the boys voice sounded concerned.

“Yes,” I said turning back to my locker, “Why wouldn’t I be?”

“Well…” he sounded unconformable, “Your eyes are, well, kinda glazed, like you couldn’t see me.”

I turned back to him as I closed my locker, “I can’t, ” I told him, “I am blind.”

“How are you going to find your class?”

I shrugged. I hadn’t thought of that.

“Who’s your homeroom teacher?” he asked.

“Mr.Fielder.” I replied.

“Cool,” he said, “he’s my homeroom teacher too. I could walk with you to class.”

I nodded. I’d like that.

As we walked to class he asked,” What’s your name?”

“Aria. Aria Contrue.” I answered, “And yours?”

“My name is Jake, but everyone calls me J,” he replied.

That’s how I first met my to-be best friend. He helped me most on my mission.