The tree shakes at my push, the pile of soft flakes falling on my head. I put my foot on one rock, and it wobbled. I balanced myself by putting my other foot on another rock. I slowly lifted myself up onto the tree and sat on a trunk. I examined the snow on the ground. People drove by in their trucks with Christmas trees in the back. Kids ran and walked by, some playing tag and others taking walks. - Sydney B.
Her mother had warned her not to go biking across the hill just beyond her road. Many times she had been driven across that area but never by foot or on her bike. Tanya had always thought of it just to be a superstition until last week. Tanya needed to sneak out to go to her friend's party, so she had spent the past few days planning her escape. She hopped out her window and quickly leaped onto her bike. The ice had been building up on the roads, but she was determined to go. As she biked up the hill, she started to feel butterflies in her stomach. I can’t be afraid she said to herself. She biked across the top, going slowly, being careful not to slip. All of a sudden, she heard a crackle and suddenly started pedaling like she couldn’t stop. Then her bike skidded sideways into the old brick walls on the side of the road. She fell backwards into the snow. Her face burned while barely being cushioned in the snow. The icy top layer left bloody scratches on her cheek. This hill was really bad juju. - Charlotte C.
The white powdered trees surround me. I take a breath of the fresh air and exhale. The evergreen saplings grow vigorously as the days pass by. I tread my boots through the soft blanket-like snow, as I sit under the big spruce letting all my worries fade. The winter breeze cools my cheeks, as I doze off into my light slumber. - Abby N.
It's cold. I fly up to the top of the tree to my nest. I lay down. Suddenly, the tree I’m in starts to shake. I fall out and land in snow. I couldn’t leave. I tried to fly, but the snow was caught up in my wings. I closed my eyes and took a short nap.
-Brayden G.
My socks are soggy from miles of running. My face cold from the wind; then I slip and fall down, and for some reason, I never stop. Where did I go? - Jake B.
I’m sitting on a bench with my best friend Sled. I wonder, “Life isn’t forever, nor is it a game.” - Samantha M.
Her mother had warned her not to go biking across the hill just beyond her road. Many times she had been driven across that area but never by foot or on her bike. Tanya had always thought of it just to be a superstition until last week. Tanya needed to sneak out to go to her friend's party, so she had spent the past few days planning her escape. She hopped out her window and quickly leaped onto her bike. The ice had been building up on the roads, but she was determined to go. As she biked up the hill, she started to feel butterflies in her stomach. I can’t be afraid she said to herself. She biked across the top, going slowly, being careful not to slip. All of a sudden, she heard a crackle and suddenly started pedaling like she couldn’t stop. Then her bike skidded sideways into the old brick walls on the side of the road. She fell backwards into the snow. Her face burned while barely being cushioned in the snow. The icy top layer left bloody scratches on her cheek. This hill was really bad juju. - Charlotte C.
The white powdered trees surround me. I take a breath of the fresh air and exhale. The evergreen saplings grow vigorously as the days pass by. I tread my boots through the soft blanket-like snow, as I sit under the big spruce letting all my worries fade. The winter breeze cools my cheeks, as I doze off into my light slumber. - Abby N.
It's cold. I fly up to the top of the tree to my nest. I lay down. Suddenly, the tree I’m in starts to shake. I fall out and land in snow. I couldn’t leave. I tried to fly, but the snow was caught up in my wings. I closed my eyes and took a short nap.
-Brayden G.
My socks are soggy from miles of running. My face cold from the wind; then I slip and fall down, and for some reason, I never stop. Where did I go? - Jake B.
I’m sitting on a bench with my best friend Sled. I wonder, “Life isn’t forever, nor is it a game.” - Samantha M.