I looked up at the glare of light in my eyes, as I felt a sharp pain in my head. I should’ve known not to look up at the sky. I'm light-sensitive. I knew I would get a migraine. This is possibly the worst day ever. Ari M.
I look at the sun. I start to walk toward it. I’m suddenly flying in the air, heading to the sun. I hear loud reggae music. A chair slams into my knees. I’m chilling on a lawn chair. A big, cold glass of Coca Cola flies into my hand. Now, I am in a land I have always belonged to. Brayden G.
Annie lifted the last cardboard box up and brought it to the dumpster. She placed it inside and took one last look at it. The wooden picture frame laid at the top. She tilted her head to see the photo straight up. It was a photo of her and her father. He stood with his arm around her 4 year-old self. Her stomach churned, and her eyes began to blur. Awful, yet amazing memories flooded her head. The world began to spin, and tears welled her eyes. She slammed her fist down onto the photo. The glass shattered, and her knuckles began to bleed. All that she could think of right now was that she needed to leave. She sprinted into the backyard and into the woods. Rocks and sticks went flying up at her, but she kept running and running. She ran out of breath and realized that she had reached an opening near the edge of the cliff. She watched as the sunset started and beautiful colors filled the horizon, and she suddenly felt relaxed. The sunset reminded her of the good times they shared and made her forget the bad ones. Charlotte C.
The wind is howling like a wolf in the night. The chill of wind on my bear skin is nothing like I have ever felt. The sun is bright and lighting the forest. The forest with branches that look like they are trying to grab my ankles. The rocks look like a castle defending its land. The grass dead and walked-over by thousands. The path is worn and overgrown. Jake B.
The air is crisp, and the sky is blue. There are barely any clouds in the sky. In the distance, I see the Woodstock Fair lights and the loud noises of people talking and music playing. I can almost smell the popcorn and french fries from here. I kick the light brown dirt in front of me and watch as it smokes up into a cloud. The bright orange and red tree leaves surround me, along with big rocks dug halfway under the ground. The sun is blazing, making my neck hotter and redder as the minutes pass by. I examine the Woodstock Fair one last time before walking away to go back home. Sydney B.
I’m stranded in the desert. I’m thirsty and dying, but let's face it...we're all dying in some way or another. Then I realize… I'M ON A DESSERT! Samantha M.
I look at the sun. I start to walk toward it. I’m suddenly flying in the air, heading to the sun. I hear loud reggae music. A chair slams into my knees. I’m chilling on a lawn chair. A big, cold glass of Coca Cola flies into my hand. Now, I am in a land I have always belonged to. Brayden G.
Annie lifted the last cardboard box up and brought it to the dumpster. She placed it inside and took one last look at it. The wooden picture frame laid at the top. She tilted her head to see the photo straight up. It was a photo of her and her father. He stood with his arm around her 4 year-old self. Her stomach churned, and her eyes began to blur. Awful, yet amazing memories flooded her head. The world began to spin, and tears welled her eyes. She slammed her fist down onto the photo. The glass shattered, and her knuckles began to bleed. All that she could think of right now was that she needed to leave. She sprinted into the backyard and into the woods. Rocks and sticks went flying up at her, but she kept running and running. She ran out of breath and realized that she had reached an opening near the edge of the cliff. She watched as the sunset started and beautiful colors filled the horizon, and she suddenly felt relaxed. The sunset reminded her of the good times they shared and made her forget the bad ones. Charlotte C.
The wind is howling like a wolf in the night. The chill of wind on my bear skin is nothing like I have ever felt. The sun is bright and lighting the forest. The forest with branches that look like they are trying to grab my ankles. The rocks look like a castle defending its land. The grass dead and walked-over by thousands. The path is worn and overgrown. Jake B.
The air is crisp, and the sky is blue. There are barely any clouds in the sky. In the distance, I see the Woodstock Fair lights and the loud noises of people talking and music playing. I can almost smell the popcorn and french fries from here. I kick the light brown dirt in front of me and watch as it smokes up into a cloud. The bright orange and red tree leaves surround me, along with big rocks dug halfway under the ground. The sun is blazing, making my neck hotter and redder as the minutes pass by. I examine the Woodstock Fair one last time before walking away to go back home. Sydney B.
I’m stranded in the desert. I’m thirsty and dying, but let's face it...we're all dying in some way or another. Then I realize… I'M ON A DESSERT! Samantha M.