Monthly Archives: January 2013

THE YEAR OF THE SNAKE (AKA THE YEAR OF THE JUNIOR DRAGON)

According to the Chinese Zodiac, the Year of 2013 is the Year of the Snake, which begins on February 10, 2013 and ends on January 30, 2014.  The Snake, also called the Junior Dragon,  is the sixth sign of the Chinese Zodiac, which consists of 12 Animal Signs.  It is the enigmatic,  intuitive, introspective, refined and collected of the Animals Signs.  Ancient Chinese wisdom says a Snake in the house is a good omen because it means that your family will not starve.  People born in the Year of the Snake are keen and cunning, quite intelligent and wise.  They are great mediators and good at doing business.  Therefore, you should have good luck if you were born in the  Year of the Snake. 

This is a year of  water Snake, and all things will be possible.  Saving money and being thrifty should be your top priorities.  Delusion and deception are common in the year of water Snake.  Stay alert!  To gain the greatest benefits from this year, you must control spending and use your talents wisely.  If you are planning to get married or to begin a business partnership, be sure to thoroughly investigate the other person’s finances and background before you legalize the alliance.

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 The Sign of the Snake

People born in the Year of the Snake share certain characteristics:  Acute, aware, charming, cunning, elegant, mysterious, passionate, proud, serene, and vain. They are attractive people who take cries with ease and do not become flustered easily.  They are graceful people, exciting and dark at the same time.  They enjoy reading, listening to great music, tasting delicious food, and going to the theater.  They are fascinated with all beautiful things in life.  Many of the most beautiful ladies and men with strongest personalities were born in the Year of the Snake.

Contemplative and private, Snake people are not outwardly emotional.  They usually act according to their own judgment and do not follow the views of others. They can appear cunning and reticent and work very modestly in the business environment.  They will plot and scheme to make certain things turn out exactly as they want them to.  They are not great communicators and can become quite possessive when they set their minds on achieving the interest of a partner.

Snake people become easily stressed and have to avoid hectic schedules or noisy atmospheres.  They need calm and quiet to thrive and succeed.  They must have sleep, relaxation, and peace  to live a long, healthy life.

People born in the Year of the Snake are usually very sophisticated and cultured in their choices for home decoration.  They are elegant and graceful and place emphasis on their comfort when deciding what to decorate with.  They are materialistic and need to have as many of everything as possible.

They become bored easily and therefore change jobs quite frequently.  They are very conscientious and diligent at work.  They are organized and precise, cautious and alert when doing business.  They act confidently, calmly and have a strong sense of responsibility and clear goals. Sometimes, because they like to work alone, they can seem as though they are withholding information or being secretive about some important things.

Snake people are oversuspicious, which is their nature.  They hide their suspicion, and acting as if nothing is on their minds.  They like to think deeply, plan carefully and make a systematic and appropriate exposition of their views. They like to follow the fashion and be properly dressed. And, they usually speak with great care.

Snake people are passionate lovers and show a strong desire for control when associating with others.  They will never forgive anyone who breaks a promise.  They show their resentment with ice-cold hostility instead of bitter words.  Some of the people born in the Year of the Snake may strike their enemies with a deadly blow.

It seems not easy to deal with a person born in the Year of the Snake, especially when he thinks one way and behaves in another.  There always lies an alert heart behind his serene appearance.  He has a strong will and will try his best to hold fast to his position.  He is so cunning that when you think you may have seized him, he has already slipped away.

Snake people will face danger fearlessly and deal with unforeseen disasters. They are not annoyed by lack of money and are usually lucky enough to own everything they need.  They can be successful as long as they avoid excess spending.  Although they are intuitive, they should avoid dive right into decisions without weighing the consequences.

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HOW TO RESPOND

HOW TO RESPOND WHEN AN ACTIVE SHOOTER IS IN YOUR VICINITY
QUICKLY DETERMINE THE MOST REASONABLE WAY TO PROTECT YOUR OWN LIFE. 

1. EVACUATE
• Have an escape route and plan in mind
• Leave your belongings behind
• Keep your hands visible
2. HIDE OUT
• Hide in an area out of the active shooter’s view.
• Block entry to your hiding place and lock the doors
3. TAKE ACTION
• As a last resort and only when your life is in imminent danger.
• Attempt to incapacitate the active shooter
• Act with physical aggression and throw items at the active shooter

CALL 911 WHEN IT IS SAFE TO DO SO

HOW TO RESPOND WHEN LAW ENFORCEMENT ARRIVES ON THE SCENE
1. HOW YOU SHOULD REACT WHEN LAW ENFORCEMENT ARRIVES:
• Remain calm, and follow officers’ instructions • Avoid pointing, screaming and/or yelling
• Immediately raise hands and spread fingers • Do not stop to ask officers for help or direction when evacuating, just proceed in the direction from which
• Keep hands visible at all times officers are entering the premises
• Avoid making quick movements toward officers such as attempting to hold on to them for safety
2. INFORMATION YOU SHOULD PROVIDE TO LAW ENFORCEMENT OR 911 OPERATOR:
• Location of the active shooter • Number and type of weapons held
• Number of shooters, if more than one by the shooter/s
• Physical description of shooter/s • Number of potential victims at the location

Les Miserables

Today I watched the movie called Les Miserables. This movie is based on the French Revolution. (Just so you know, I will leave a lot of holes in my summary because I really don’t want to spoil it for you!) So there is a slave, named Jean Valjean. He is a slave because he stole some bread to save his nephew. After being released into freedom for eight years, Jean V. is now the mayor of a town.

Then there is a woman. She works as a seamstress and her name is Fantine. One day, she is taken to the hospital by Jean (mayor) after being abused by men in alleys. She dies, asking him to take care of her daughter, Cosette. Jean then takes in Cosette as if his own daughter. They go into hiding because someone (Jaber) who was Jean’s old slave captor is looking for him.

When Cosette is 16, she sees a young boy and falls in love with him. Jean finds out and is devastated, to have his daughter taken away. He plans to get rid of the boy, but ends up helping him survive a bullet. They get married. And then Jaber kills himself, then Jean dies.

It is sooo……. sad but the tissues are worth it.

BRBRBRBRBRBB

Reflection part six

I wrote this a while ago in my journal so it may not be the best piece of writing ever, and it may not be continued. It just happens to be a high school romance so, brace your selves!

Prologue

She took a quick glance into the school bathroom mirror. What? She looked again, wide-eyed. The face in the metal frame was not Robyn. Robyn had caramel, shaggy hair parted to the side and clipped up with a white pin. Her eyes were luminous green on her peachy skin and blush colored lips.

The face in the mirror had deep, dark, walnut colored hair that pulled back by a leather headband, and tied into a high ponytail that was maneuvered into a braid.  The skin on this bust was ever so pale, and the mouth was beige. But most queer of all, was that they- Robyn and the mysterious face- both had the same eyes; the color, the little gray streak in the left side of the pupil on the right eye, the same long lashes that shielded their eyes.

Robyn tore her gaze away, sucked in her breath, and dared a glance back at the cursed, school bathroom mirror. She glanced away, but then snapped her head back.  But that’s- what- WHAT?! What is freaking going on! She saw the face of her dead brother, Kirk, staring back at her with brown, mournful eyes. He mouthed “twenty three”.

Chapter One: Black

Rebecca

I stumbled back to her third hour math not caring about if people bumped into me or accidentally shoved me away. I saw Kirk. No one had seen Kirk for three years. Three FREAKING YEARS and now he turns up in a mirror in a school bathroom?!

I walked into Mrs. Miller’s math hour, and roamed drowsily to my desk and shoved all my binders  under my chair. Mrs. Miller rambled on about how sophomores like us started to learn about the Pythagorean algorithm, while I was thinking. Twenty-three? That was Kirk’s favorite number.

“All right, class. If x squared-2=(x+2)(x-2), then what is X? You have three minutes to calculate, class. Start!”

I already knew the answer: 23. I was in gifted so she had a slight advantage. So I just sat there, like stone. Veronica, my sister, who sat next to me, whispered, “It’s twenty-three right?”

I nodded.

She sighed. “I know, I know. You’re thinking of Kirk. But don’t let it stop you from living a good life. You know that, actually, something really creepy happened today. I looked in the mirror and saw-”

I snapped out of my thought and completed her sentence. “-A face totally different from your own?”

Veronica’s jaw dangled open. “Yeah! And then I looked back and saw-”

“-Kirk?” I whispered?

“Yes.”

“CLASS! Are you done? Because from what I see, only Robyn, Veronica, Nick, Lila, and Mister Jerald Pfeffer completed. If you don’t finish, it’s-”

“RR-RRI-RING!RING RING!” The class bell rang and all the students rushed to get out before Mrs. Miller said Homework.

Chapter 2: Animation

Veronica

Since we’re twins, Robyn and I have the same classes together. We both walked to Pod 4.5, Row 23 and went to our lockers. We have this kind of telepathic signature, where if we concentrate hard enough, we can psychotically communicate. But only for ten minutes because we can suffer the temporary loss of one of our senses if we do it too long.

Do you think that the mirror thing was a coincidence? 

No.

Then it’s some mysterious force, pulling at our minds?

No. Maybe we both telepathically were speaking for too long, so we

That can’t be! The senses are completely blocked out, not messed up.

We pulled out our computer Technology folders and walked down Corridor 19890 to Computer Tech.

Watcha guys talking about?

Oh. Did I forget to tell you? The only other person who can interfere with our telepathic conversions is Nick. What a perv. Personally, I think he’s cute, but Robyn finds him so…. annoying. ?????

Get out of  our minds! Robyn shot a look at him.

I was never in your minds, or was I? You two thinking About, Me? Nick smirked.

I silently giggled.

Shut the fudge up, or get creamed in dodgeball in Gym!

The three of us were still communicating as Mrs. Morris talked about our next animation project. We three? Yes? Were a group. Hooray. As our assignment, we had to build a story on top of our previous animation, and make a ten minute movie out of it. Our previous animation was 3 minutes long, and was about an enchanted promise land. Even creepier, the characters in the movie was what all three of us envisioned in the mirrors of the school bathrooms.

REWIND

Get out of our minds! Robyn shot a look at him

I was never in your minds, or was I? You two thinking About, Me? Nick smirked. I actually saw something in the school bathroom mirror today. It was really creepy; I saw this sexified version of my face. and then I saw…. um…

Kirk? And Twenty-three? we both said.

I silently giggled

PAUSE

FAST FORWARD

We tried to use the new iMoviemaker app, but it was jacked up. “How are we supposed to get As now?” Robyn wailed, and she flopped onto the spinny chair like an invertabre.  “I can help,” Nick smirked, and wiggled his eyebrows, leaning in closer to Robyn. She pushed him away. “That’s okay….. I’m good… Hey, what’s this?”

A new document popped up. It was named “23”.

We exchanged glances of suspicion, as Robyn tentatively clicked the open button. Document 23 turned out to be a complete fifteen minute animation story, built on the previous one.

“Okay, that’s just creepy,” I said.

“Lets watch it!” Nick exclaimed. and reached over Robyn’s shoulder to take over the mouse.

It started as our little enchanted world, and then this boy comes. Wait, that’s Kirk….! The ‘us’ get into a violent fight with him and it turns out to be an evil…. thing that dies and morphs into this necklace with a crystalline teardrop pendant with engraved symbols.

Chapter 3: Lunch

Lila

Finally! Lunch. I ran to meet Robyn and Veronica in Corridor 19890 to walk to the commons for lunch. We talked about school and whatnot. But I felt that there was something they weren’t telling me.

We sat down at our table; table 3B. Here is the list of my spontaneous table mates: Nick, Micheal, Robyn, Veronica, me, Moni, YoKarr, and Finn. Fantastic group, they are. We piled our tray with pizza, potatoes, salad and the non-toxic mush they serve down in the Jim-Bob.

With our plates filled, we ate amid awkward silence. I believe that I was the only one noticing the angst and worry and retch of looks that Nick, Veronica, and Robyn were exchanging. I concentrated hard, so hard that a throbbing vein popped out in my temples, struggling to break the telepathic barrier that kept me from hearing the little conversation. Everyone else however, was staring at me. That was when I had realized how awkward it was to have a spoonful of mashed potatoes and brown rice dripping with fudge halfway to my wide mouth with my eyes squeezed tight.

Kirk——-imposs——-car acci——three y—-

That’s when I realized I knew who Kirk was. I became frantic and clenched my fingers so that they folded and figurined into a twisted design of a pentagon, and it turned white. My face overcame with a wave of white, and I had experienced just then a painful feeling.

It was time to leave. I dropped my spoon, splattering a mashed potato covered nugget onto my tray. Weaving through the commons and jabbering sophmores, I quickly reached a bathroom where there were no cracks in the stalls. I touched my collarbone, watched myself become transparent as I stepped north 10 inches.

Chapter 3: Pearl

Robyn

 

Reflection part five

I wrote this a while ago in my journal so it may not be the best piece of writing ever, and it may not be continued. It just happens to be a high school romance so, brace your selves!

Prologue

She took a quick glance into the school bathroom mirror. What? She looked again, wide-eyed. The face in the metal frame was not Robyn. Robyn had caramel, shaggy hair parted to the side and clipped up with a white pin. Her eyes were luminous green on her peachy skin and blush colored lips.

The face in the mirror had deep, dark, walnut colored hair that pulled back by a leather headband, and tied into a high ponytail that was maneuvered into a braid.  The skin on this bust was ever so pale, and the mouth was beige. But most queer of all, was that they- Robyn and the mysterious face- both had the same eyes; the color, the little gray streak in the left side of the pupil on the right eye, the same long lashes that shielded their eyes.

Robyn tore her gaze away, sucked in her breath, and dared a glance back at the cursed, school bathroom mirror. She glanced away, but then snapped her head back.  But that’s- what- WHAT?! What is freaking going on! She saw the face of her dead brother, Kirk, staring back at her with brown, mournful eyes. He mouthed “twenty three”.

Chapter One: Black

Rebecca

I stumbled back to her third hour math not caring about if people bumped into me or accidentally shoved me away. I saw Kirk. No one had seen Kirk for three years. Three FREAKING YEARS and now he turns up in a mirror in a school bathroom?!

I walked into Mrs. Miller’s math hour, and roamed drowsily to my desk and shoved all my binders  under my chair. Mrs. Miller rambled on about how sophomores like us started to learn about the Pythagorean algorithm, while I was thinking. Twenty-three? That was Kirk’s favorite number.

“All right, class. If x squared-2=(x+2)(x-2), then what is X? You have three minutes to calculate, class. Start!”

I already knew the answer: 23. I was in gifted so she had a slight advantage. So I just sat there, like stone. Veronica, my sister, who sat next to me, whispered, “It’s twenty-three right?”

I nodded.

She sighed. “I know, I know. You’re thinking of Kirk. But don’t let it stop you from living a good life. You know that, actually, something really creepy happened today. I looked in the mirror and saw-”

I snapped out of my thought and completed her sentence. “-A face totally different from your own?”

Veronica’s jaw dangled open. “Yeah! And then I looked back and saw-”

“-Kirk?” I whispered?

“Yes.”

“CLASS! Are you done? Because from what I see, only Robyn, Veronica, Nick, Lila, and Mister Jerald Pfeffer completed. If you don’t finish, it’s-”

“RR-RRI-RING!RING RING!” The class bell rang and all the students rushed to get out before Mrs. Miller said Homework.

Chapter 2: Animation

Veronica

Since we’re twins, Robyn and I have the same classes together. We both walked to Pod 4.5, Row 23 and went to our lockers. We have this kind of telepathic signature, where if we concentrate hard enough, we can psychotically communicate. But only for ten minutes because we can suffer the temporary loss of one of our senses if we do it too long.

Do you think that the mirror thing was a coincidence? 

No.

Then it’s some mysterious force, pulling at our minds?

No. Maybe we both telepathically were speaking for too long, so we

That can’t be! The senses are completely blocked out, not messed up.

We pulled out our computer Technology folders and walked down Corridor 19890 to Computer Tech.

Watcha guys talking about?

Oh. Did I forget to tell you? The only other person who can interfere with our telepathic conversions is Nick. What a perv. Personally, I think he’s cute, but Robyn finds him so…. annoying. ?????

Get out of  our minds! Robyn shot a look at him.

I was never in your minds, or was I? You two thinking About, Me? Nick smirked.

I silently giggled.

Shut the fudge up, or get creamed in dodgeball in Gym!

The three of us were still communicating as Mrs. Morris talked about our next animation project. We three? Yes? Were a group. Hooray. As our assignment, we had to build a story on top of our previous animation, and make a ten minute movie out of it. Our previous animation was 3 minutes long, and was about an enchanted promise land. Even creepier, the characters in the movie was what all three of us envisioned in the mirrors of the school bathrooms.

REWIND

Get out of our minds! Robyn shot a look at him

I was never in your minds, or was I? You two thinking About, Me? Nick smirked. I actually saw something in the school bathroom mirror today. It was really creepy; I saw this sexified version of my face. and then I saw…. um…

Kirk? And Twenty-three? we both said.

I silently giggled

PAUSE

FAST FORWARD

We tried to use the new iMoviemaker app, but it was jacked up. “How are we supposed to get As now?” Robyn wailed, and she flopped onto the spinny chair like an invertabre.  “I can help,” Nick smirked, and wiggled his eyebrows, leaning in closer to Robyn. She pushed him away. “That’s okay….. I’m good… Hey, what’s this?”

A new document popped up. It was named “23”.

We exchanged glances of suspicion, as Robyn tentatively clicked the open button. Document 23 turned out to be a complete fifteen minute animation story, built on the previous one.

“Okay, that’s just creepy,” I said.

“Lets watch it!” Nick exclaimed. and reached over Robyn’s shoulder to take over the mouse.

It started as our little enchanted world, and then this boy comes. Wait, that’s Kirk….! The ‘us’ get into a violent fight with him and it turns out to be an evil…. thing that dies and morphs into this necklace with a crystalline teardrop pendant with engraved symbols.

Chapter 3: Lunch

Lila

Finally! Lunch. I ran to meet Robyn and Veronica in Corridor 19890 to walk to the commons for lunch. We talked about school and whatnot. But I felt that there was something they weren’t telling me.

We sat down at our table; table 3B. Here is the list of my spontaneous table mates: Nick, Micheal, Robyn, Veronica, me, Moni, YoKarr, and Finn. Fantastic group, they are. We piled our tray with pizza, potatoes, salad and the non-toxic mush they serve down in the Jim-Bob.

With our plates filled, we ate amid awkward silence. I believe that I was the only one noticing the angst and worry and retch of looks that Nick, Veronica, and Robyn were exchanging. I concentrated hard, so hard that a throbbing vein popped out in my temples, struggling to break the telepathic barrier that kept me from hearing the little conversation. Everyone else however, was staring at me. That was when I had realized how awkward it was to have a spoonful of mashed potatoes and brown rice dripping with fudge halfway to my wide mouth with my eyes squeezed tight.

Kirk——-imposs——-car acci——three y—-

That’s when I realized I knew who Kirk was. I became frantic and clenched my fingers so that they folded and figurined into a twisted design of a pentagon, and it turned white. My face overcame with a wave of white, and I had experienced just then a painful feeling.

That was

Johnson County Library 20th Annual Young Writers Contest!

20th Annual Young Writers Contest!

The Reading Reptile, in association with the Johnson County Library and the Kansas City Public Library, presents our 20th Annual Young Writers Contest! Print your entry form, fill it out, and staple it to your story. Then, turn it in to one of three places:

  1. The Reading Reptile
  2. any Johnson County Library Children’s Desk
  3. any KCMO Library Children’s Desk

OR you can mail it to: Reading Reptile 328 W. 63rd St. KC, MO 64113 Call (816) 753-0441 for more information

Entry Deadline: Monday, Jan. 21, 2013

The Rules:

  • You must be between the ages of 5 and 12 to enter.
  • Stories must not have been written prior to Saturday, Sept. 1, 2012. We want the fresh stuff!
  • ABSOLUTELY NO entries will be accepted without an entry form.
  • Stories will not be returned, so you may wish to submit a copy of your original story.
  • Illustrations are welcome, but not necessary.
  • No limits on the length of a story, although 500 words or less is recommended.
  • There are no stipulations as to the nature, subject or form of your story.

Teachers:

You are welcome and encouraged to enter your students’ work, but each story should be unique to each student. We ask that teachers FOLLOW UP and let parents know about the reception!!! Don’t plagiarize! (It really happens, every year.)

The Reception:

  • All prizes, honors, and acknowledgements will be announced at the annual contest reception on Friday, Feb. 8, 2013, at 6:30 p.m. The reception will be held at the Truman Forum inside the Plaza Library at 4801 Main St. While we make every effort to contact winners prior to the event, ALL contestants are encouraged to attend. It’s a truly inspiring evening intended to motivate kids to keep on writing.
  • At the reception, contestants and their parents will have an opportunity to meet and hear from several of Kansas City’s finest, nationally published, children’s book writers and illustrators who comprise our panel of judges. This year our panel includes Lisa Campbell Ernst, Brad Sneed, Cheryl Harness, Dana Regan, Jenny and Pete Whitehead, and Laura Huliska-Beith.
  • There are as many winners in this contest as there are judges. Each judge will select his or her favorite story and create an original artwork illustrating that story. After reading the story at the reception, the judge will present the original illustration to the lucky winner! It’s really, really cool.
  • Winners will also receive a Gift Certificate from the Reading Reptile and a gift bag from your friends at the Johnson County and the Kansas City Public Libraries!
  • All contestants, win or lose, may claim a Certificate of Recognition at this event.

Time Freeze Chapter 5

Chapter 5

I jump out of my seat, point at him and exclaim, “Jordan! What are you doing here?!” I cover my mouth, the second I say that. Everyone looks at me, and starts talking. “Oops, sorry. I didn’t mean to say that.”

“Haha, well it looks like you two know each other.” My teacher says to us. He turns to Jordan and says, “I’m sure you know Amber too, right?” Jordan nods. “Then you can take the seat next to her.” He starts walking over to me, and all the girls glare at me. I can tell this is going to be a hard year.

I slide down in my chair, hoping Mr. Matthews could start class already, but instead he says, “Oh, yeah, Amber, you will be in charge of giving a tour around the school for Jordan and Serena.” Oh great, I think to myself. It’s going to be a perfect day.

Jordan leans over to me and asks, “Is the teacher nice?”

“Mhm, he’s not bad, really funny. Now tell me, are you still worried about making friends?” I whisper back.

“I think I’m fine, considering that I know you, your sister, and your boyfriend.” I was about to tell him Chase isn’t my boyfriend, but Mr. Matthews interrupts me.

“Are you two done talking? We need to start class, you two can talk after.” I feel my cheeks burn, and all the girls eyes turn into wolf eyes, ready to catch their prey, which is me. I nod, and take out my spiral, and start jotting down the notes Mr. Matthews is writing down. Today we’re talking about nine eleven and the twin towers. After I finish taking the notes, I rip a piece of paper and write,

Chase isn’t my boyfriend!

I hand it to Jordan, who takes it and reads it under the table. He picks up his pencil and scribbles something on the paper, and hands it back to me. I take it and look at it. His handwriting is horrible! It took me a whole five minutes to decipher the two sentences he wrote. It said,

You sure about that? Even though I just met you, I can see he likes you.

I stick my tongue at him and tear up the piece of paper. I grab the papers Abby hands to me.  I take one and give the last piece to Jordan. I scan the paper and see that we are doing it in groups of four. Abby nudges me, and points at me, Jordan, Serena, and herself. I nod.

But Mr. Matthews makes us change our plans. He says, “Because we don’t have many people in this class, instead of groups of fours, we will do groups of twos.” I nudge Abby this time, and she nods.  He continues on, “I will be assigning the partners.”  Everyone groans. I think, please don’t let it be Jordan, not Jordan, please. “I will call two names, and the two people I call will stand up. Drew and Alec, William and Austin.” They stand up; Drew looks upset, and William and Austin high-five each other. “Josie and Kyle, Joshua with Liz.” He continues and I block it out. I hear my name get called and I stand. Then he says my partner’s name, which just happens to be Jordan. I swallow a groan and fake a smile.

“Lucky!” Abby tells me.

“Tell that to yourself,” I grumble. “Who’s your partner?”

“Serena.”

“Not bad, tell me if she’s nice.” Mr. Matthews opens his mouth to say more, but the bell rings. I stand up, grab my stuff and tell Jordan and Serena to put their stuff away, and meet me by my locker.

I go up to Calvina, who is at her locker and say, “You’re never going to believe who is the new guy.”

“Oh really?” She says with a raised eyebrow. “Try me.”

“It’s Jordan.” I wait for that to sink in, but it doesn’t. So I say, “The Changer we met this morning.”

“You’re kidding me right?” She gasps. “No way! Give me proof!”

“I got proof,” I point over to Jordan, who is walking over to us. “There is my proof, and I need to give him and the new girl a tour of the school, so I won’t be in band. Can you tell that to the band teacher on your way to the strings room? Thanks.”

“Yea, who’s the new girl?”

“Serena, she’s Chinese. She looks shy, but I think we can be friends.” The second I finish saying the last word, Jordan comes over. After a minute, Serena is here, and she says hi to Calvina. Then my sister leaves for her next class. Just when I was about to start the tour, Chase comes running over to me.

“What is he doing here?!” Chase demands as he points at Jordan.

“He’s apparently the new student, and now if you excuse me, I need to give them a tour.” I push him out of my way and start leaving. But I hear Chase say, “Watch him closely!” I ignore the last comment and start the tour.

“We are going to go to the music hall first. I’m in band, and I play the flute. Are you doing strings, band, or choir?” I ask.

“I play the alto sax,” Jordan replies.

“I’m in strings, I play the violin,” Serena says.

“That’s cool, the strings teacher, Mrs. Goldmen, is very nice– my sister, Calvina, has her. On the other hand, Mr. White, the band teacher sucks, I like band, but not the teacher.” I walk to the end of a hallway and turn left. “Over there is the gifted room, and the library.” I point to the hallway that is to the right of us. “The auditorium is to the left.” I keep on walking, and I point out where the sophomores, juniors, and seniors have their lockers. We also pass by the swimming pool, and the gym.

We finally reach the music hall, we hear the band and strings people playing their instruments. The two sounds battle against each other, making it sound chaotic in the hallway. I shout over the noise, “As you can tell, this is the music hall, the band room to your left and the strings room to your right, you will keep your instruments in the room. You bring it here every morning and take it before you leave. You NEVER put you instrument in your locker, not that you can fit it in. Oh, the the choir room is next to the band room; you just can hear them.”

I cover my ears, and walk past the three rooms, to the end of the hallway and say, “Over here is the door to the track.” I walk out of the music hall, and to our left is two sets of doors. “This is the south entrance, if you ride the bus, you get off and on here. Also you can walk over to the middle school, which is really close by. And the room in front of us is the counselor’s room.” I hit myself on the forehead and exclaim, “Shoot! Forgot to show you guys the French and Spanish rooms. Oh well, I’ll show you that last. Are any of you taking a foreign language?”

Serena shakes her head, while Jordan nods.

“I’m taking Latin.”

“Okay, I’ll tell you where that is last. Now, to the commons! That’s what we call the lunchroom.” I turn to the left, then the left again. We enter a large open room, with white walls, and colored tiles.

“Tada!” I exclaim. “It’s kind of plain, but hey, the foods good here! And bonus points too! We order food from places like, Burger King, McDonalds, Sonic, and other places like that every other Friday! At the wall that is across from us, the has two doors, one leads to outside, and the other to the nurse. To your left is where you get your lunch.”

I walk across the room, reach the front entrance, and pass the office. “I’m sure you have seen the office and front door, so we just made a circle. Also the Latin room is in the tenth grade pod. So that’s the end of our tour! Third hour is going to start soon. What do you have next? I’ve got reading, with Mrs. Bender.”

“Same,” They both say at the same time.

“Wow… LOL.” I laugh. “Well let’s go. Mrs. Bender hates tardy students.” We walk together back to the locker area and grab our stuff, then head to Mrs. Bender’s room.

We take the three open seats in the back. Chase also walks in and takes the seat next me. I groan and slouch down in my seat. Why? It’s not like I like him, he knows it too. Can’t he just leave me alone?

Mrs. Bender walks into the room the second the bell rings. A guy runs in exactly one second late, panting like a dog.

“You’re late!” Mrs. Bender states strictly. “Is anyone missing?” She starts class when no one answers. “Today we are having a surprise quiz on the reading process. I know this was from a long time ago, four years ago to be exact. But I want to make sure you still remember everything you learned in middle school.” Nobody dares to make a noise, but we all are complaining on the inside. She hands us a paper, and on it is a bunch of lines and numbers. I don’t remember much, but I try my best. Let’s see.. the first step is to set a purpose, next is plan, and so on. When we all finish, Mrs. Bender collects our papers, and starts a long boring talk about the importance of reading. I almost fall asleep, but then Chase sends me a note. I open it up and see,

Meet me after school at the Rock.

The Rock is a rock near the track, people usually meet up there after school. I crumple up the note and decide that the lesson is more important. The day passes by quickly, algebra, science, then lunch.

Lunch is awesome, I love it, like most kids. The food is great, well that’s my opinion, I know people who don’t like the lunch here. Also I can just chillax and talk with friends, have some fun. I go grab a tray, and get some chicken nuggets, a little bit of mash potatoes with a ton of yellow gravy, and a dinner roll. I also get some slices of honeydew melon. This is always my favorite lunch here. I pay, and get a cup of water. I walk over to my usual table were all my other friends are seating. They wave at me to tell me to go over there, but today I want to sit with Serena and Jordan. 1) Because I think they would be great friends, 2) so I can piss Chase off about sitting with Jordan, and 3) because I got to know if Jordan is trustworthy or not. I pick a table that is right next to my friends, so I can still talk to them.

“Sorry!” I tell them. “There’s not enough seats for Jordan and Serena.”

“Oh, okay,” One of my friend, Liz says. “But what’s your relationship with Jordan anyways?” Everyone at the table nods in agreement, curious about it too.

“What? It’s nothing, I just happened to meet him before school.”

“That doesn’t make sense. You were with me the entire time,” Abby notes. Oops, I think. Darn it, need to think of something!

“Uh… I was um…” I stutter, luckily Calvina comes over.

“What’s up everyone?” She asks.

“Nothing much, just questioning Amber’s status with Jordan. You know him too, right?” Liz interrogates my sister.

“Yeah, I know him.”

“How?”

“Does it matter?”

“Well duh!” I watch them talk to each other, it feels like a ping-pong game, back and forth, from Liz to Calvina.

“Fine, Amber met him before, and she introduced me to him, there, it’s that easy.” At that time, I see Jordan, I wave at him to tell him to sit with me, but he didn’t see me. So I get up, out of my seat and walk over to Jordan, who looks like he has no idea where to sit.

“Want to sit with me?” I ask him. He nods. “Well then, it’s this way.” I steer him over to where I am seating.

I introduce him to my friends, “Jordan meet my friends, everyone this is the famous Jordan.”

“Hey,” he says to my friends with a smile, and everyone at that table smiles back at him. I notice that smile is his trademark smile; he shows all his top teeth, and his mouth looks like half a circle. Also when he smiles, his eyes twinkle with something that looks like sadness. I think he actually has a dark history behind him. He could easily be super popular, and Chase could have some competition. Jordan chats with my friends, and Serena comes over. I introduce her to my friends, and she quickly becomes friends with Rachel, who is also Chinese. They have conversations in Chinese, leaving us in awe and wishing we could do that too. Soon lunch is over and class is about to start.

I head to my next class, which is language arts. Jordan’s in in my class… Again. Hip-hip-hooray… Well, he’s not that bad, but still it gets kind of annoying how he seems to follows me around everywhere. He sits next to me, and starts reading a book. I look at the cover and it says, Artemis Fowl. I don’t like that book, once a friend had told me it was good, and I tried to read it, but I didn’t like it. I finished the first book, and a bit of the second book. I have to say, the second was better, but I never finished so I’m not positive about that. Class starts as quickly as it ends. Today, this class was a bunch of fun, our teacher, let us play some games, and talk.

Finally, it’s my favorite class, gym. I love gym, it’s so much fun. Today, I believe we are playing basketball, which is one of my best and favorite sport. I go into the girls locker areas to change. My gym locker is near Calvina’s and Liz’s. I was about to unlock the locker, when I feel the pain again on my arm, this time I don’t think about anything, and just grab onto Calvina and  freeze time. I feel dizzy and cold, but I ignore the feeling and just drag my sister out of the locker room, and out to the gym room. I find Jordan out there too, looking frantic at first, but once he sees me, he calms down.

“Wait, did you do that?” he asks me. I put my hand up, telling him I don’t want to talk now. The world slowly goes dark again, and I collapse on the floor.

Snow Creek Skiing

What is skinny, long, and makes you fall on your butt? …… Skies!

Yesterday my dad and I went to Snow Creek to go skiing. My dad and I made the mistake of bundling up with the assumption of it being blistering cold. Actually, once you start moving, it can get kind of warm. It was our first time there so we took lessons. Our teacher wasn’t that great. She said a naughty word and she doesn’t seem really patient. She sighed when I fell. And she was like “You just made a big accomplishment – you realized that your feet are now as big as your skies!” how embarrassing!!

Anyways, skiing itself was REALLY fun. I think I’m a good beginner because I could navigate my turns pretty well. The next time I go, after a couple times on the bunny hill I think I can go to the big hill. My dad fell quite a bit and had to use the poles.

After a couple of hours my feet started hurting from the tight boots. I now have four blisters. The boots were really uncomfortable. Our teacher said they were supposed to be that tight. My feet hurt even when I walk and my dad wasn’t feeling too good either so we decided to go home. Skiing was a great opportunity. I hope I can come back next winter!!!