Where I’m From

By Andrew W.

I’m from cool, crisp air,

Rainy days,

And soft 100% cotton sweaters.

I’m from bell chimes,

The jubilant quacking of ducks as they drift down streams,

And I’m from blue raspberry flavored Icees.

I’m from the smell of Walmart,

I’m from thunderstorms,

And grass-stained socks.

I’m from coyotes,

I’m from jet lagged afternoons.

I’m from screeching cicadas,

Metal drinking fountains.

 

I’m from Barney The Dinosaur,

Damp wood chips,

I’m from “Hey diddle diddle”

And I’m from 13-hour plane rides.

Where I’m From

By Jane S

 

I’m from the cherry trees in the park, 

Frolicking underneath with my best friends

While fairies grant us magic wands

I’m from talking to my soon-to-be born brother

Wondering how he will turn out,

A criminal? A nerd? A bully? A sissy?

I’m from peering behind my mom at dinner gatherings, shy

Afraid strangers will see me

 

I’m from running around with my cousin’s dog

In the backyard, playing fetch

I’m from playing hide and seek

Attempting to disappear behind tiny trees

I’m from wearing a Cinderella costume

On a dark night,

Outside asking for candy

 

I’m from messy rooms

My books, clothes, scattered around my desk and bed

I’m from “Stop fighting with your brother!”

And “What happened at school today?”

I’m from family game nights

Wondering where life will lead me

 

That is where I’m from

My broad family tree

My story

When I was a toddler, wobbling around,

When I was a child, slipping down the slides

I feel the memories rushing back towards me

And now, looking back, and loving my life

 

This is who I am

This is For…

By Juun E.
This is for the stray dogs
who’ve only tried surviving.
This is for the nature who have been providing,
while only the city keeps us spoiled.
This is for the monkeys who have been starving,
and the humans never keep smiling.
This is for the humans who have cancer,
why ow why do these people keep acting like a sir.
This is for lives which have been destroyed,
they remember the time they enjoyed.

Why I’m Late

By Jenny S.

I bust open the classroom door after a whole morning of sleeping. Class has already started. The teacher looked at me with angry grey eyes.

“Jenny Song, WHY ARE YOU LATE” Mrs Green screeched at me. I looked over to Mai-Ling. Come on Mai get me an excuse!! I thought to my self. But she just nodded her head at Mrs Green. I looked at her and lied.

“Well. I was looking for my pencil case. And then I found it on my bed. I picked it up but then the moving van came in and busted my bed. I had to go to Ikea but I didn’t have enough money. So I went to the Australian NASA. They had to give me a job to make money to buy a new bed. I had to do training in a few minutes then they sent me to Mars. I was sort of lost. So I wondered around and found a robotic plus dead dog. I looked at it and touched the ‘on’ button. The dog turned on and it became a friend. But then, he talked! He said his name was Robort Steamer. So then we got back on the spaceship and returned to NASA. I asked those guys if I could keep the dog but they said they had to study it. And so I was devastated. I bought a new bed and I slept for a few minutes because I was so tired of jet lag. Then I realized that I had to get to school, but it was too late. So I ran and ran and ran….” I trailed off, tired of talking. I took a deep breath. “That is why I’m late.” I smirked triumphantly. Everyone gaped at me, even Owen (my evil ex) and Gwyneth aka the thing and aka my fake friend. I think Mrs Green’s gape was the widest. She just gestured me to my seat (BTW I sit next to Owen my ex). So I looked at him and his so called “valuable” phone. Being stealthy, I took it, and he didn’t notice!!! 🙂