The Beginning of an End

Author's Note: In this piece, I wrote a letter to all of the students in my grade. It's almost like a small speech and my thoughts about middle school. It's almost the end of the year, and all of us are going on to high school. So, I hope that this piece…inspires you..?

Dear Students,

Middle school is a wild roller coaster, with twists and turns, ups and downs, yet we got through it somehow. It's been a journey of struggle for some and a breeze for others. Everyone's had their challenges, but we made it to the end. Most of us have been going to school with each other since kindergarten, and to come this far with all of you has been a blessing. Along the way, I have made so many great friends! We may have lost some people, but we gained others too. I couldn't be happier with the students and friends I have ended up with. These past eight years have been so fun, they all of had their weaknesses and strengths, but they have all been amazing.

We have all had different backgrounds, with a different journey, yet somehow fate has brought us together here today. Although our journey together is short, it will be very memorable. We gather here today, to celebrate an accomplishment of all of us. So let this memory last forever. Some day we will all head our separate ways. Who knows, maybe some of us could even end up on Ellen! But, this rollercoaster of middle school will always be with us. We only have four more years left guys…just four more. So let's make the best of it.

Every year, we grow stronger and stronger together. We started out as strangers, to classmates, to friends, and now one beyond all: we have grown together to become a family. Our journey in Asa Clark Middle School may have come to an end, but our ship has just set sail.

To Hear A Hand

Author's Note: For the past several weeks, I have been learning sign language. It's been so great learning all the different signs. I've suddenly loved this feeling, of speaking through your hands. So I decided to write a poem in the point of view of a deaf person. Sorry about the long author's note, but I just want you to realize how hard it would be for them. I hope you enjoy this poem, there is so much emotion behind it! 

I may not hear,

I may not speak.

The simple pleasures,

Everyone seek,

Are nothing to me.

The whistles of the wind,

The claps of thunder,

I will never know.

My ears may not work,

My mouth may not say.

You might have it all,

But I have more.

A community of my own,

People like me.

I may be deaf,

I may be an outcast,

To everyone besides me.

I am me,

Everything I've wanted to be.

I have a life,

I have a dream.

I will achieve.

For these hands I use,

May be clueless to some,

Yet they enclose language.

I can now speak.

I can now hear a hand.

Every letter.

Every word.

Every sign. 

The Bead That Saved the Earth

Author's Note: I wrote this piece with Callie. We switched off every sentence. Both of us had a fun time writing this! It is meant to be read for joy and I didn't work on anything in this piece. Beware. This may be a little too much mental nonsense for the human brain.

"AHHHHHHHHHHH!” I shouted. I couldn’t believe that it had come down to this. The meteor was racing down past the atmosphere. I could feel the heat radiating off of the giant rock that was going to end my life. If I wanted to survive, there was only one thing I could do: run. It’s not like I was the only person in the city who had thought of this; everybody was pushing and shoving, trying to reach anywhere else, but it was too late. The meteor was coming down at my beautiful face as fast as light; it was all going to end in a matter of seconds.

The strange thing about this particular attack from space, was that it seemed to target the entire city. I never understood why I chose the decision I made, but I decided that it was up to me to save the city from destruction. In the possible last seconds of my life, I pulled the small round bead from my back pocket. I threw it on the ground knowing it was no use. Then I pulled out the square bead, knowing it was my last chance of survival. Man, did I have a lot of beads in my pocket. Luckily the square bead was the right one to save the city. As the meteor was scraping the earth’s mantle heading right towards me, I put the bead in front of my feet. Then at the last second I leaped as high as I could until gravity pulled my feet down on top of the square bead.I put my hands out, as if I were superman, and tried to stop the meteor.

I had been expecting immediate death, but when the meteor hit my hands, it was if a giant beach ball had fallen from the sky. I used ray guns, which happened to be in my back pocket,  to burst the meteor into thousands of tiny little rocks; and that kids is how rocks were formed.

Of course I couldn’t leave all the rocks in my city, so gathering the “rocks do exist” club nerds from my school, I spread them throughout the planet. History was made in about 7.34 seconds. YOU ARE WELCOME SCIENTISTS OF THE FUTURE!!! My name is Helga Bitterdot, and I approve this message.