The Boy Put on the Spot

Hunter Brady Per. 5

Once a kid was being picked on by a bunch of people, I stepped in to cease and decist. They happened to be persecuting him because he had done some regretable things in the past. Anyways my friends called him names and laughed at him because of one single mix up. I asked them how they would feel if they were placed in his shoes. They admited that that would feel uncomfortable and wierd. After a few minutes of persuading i finally got them to knock it off and leave him alone. I have a strong disaprobation towards bullying but still see it happening. I take place in it sometimes but regret everytime that I took place in it.

Freeze by Karli Maynes Pd. 1

Sitting in the hammock is no longer auspicious when it comes to relaxing. The slight bitter always brings me treading inside. The warm light no longer shines through the trees to warm the spot I am laying. A slight breeze does not bring pleasant feelings. Only longings for warm summer afternoons. The crickets grow loud sooner and sooner each day and quickly tire out as the sharp chill wisps them into hiding. As if trying to escape the sudden change in the weather, the Sun retreats into the mountains earlier than usual, leaving the frigid evening to take over. Winter settles in outside, as the people settle indoors, staring out the windows at the sleety blight called cold.

The Igloo By # 144

I was building a snow igloo in the school yard in fifth grade. One of my classes mates thought it would be funny to jump on top of it. "Please stop. It'll cave in!" I gently chided her. She gave me a dirty look and continued stomping. I got up and steered her away from the snow mound. She shoved me into a snow bank. Shocked, I inched away. She came at me again and pinned me against the fence. I stared at her in horror. "Why?' I whispered simply. She smirked and left me quivering against the cold, hard fence.

#17

The fog disables my eyesight as I walk down the paved road. There are no cars. I feel peaceful as the mysterious train quietly chugs off. The mist is cold and feels like steam from a humidifier. It's calming and like a piano playing a soul touching piece. I see a light, I follow as the mist slowly separates like the red sea that Moses and his followers crossed. As I get to the light I see a derelict restaurant. The mysterious building looks lonely. I enter and go to the front desk. A cryptic looking man stares at the me. The look in his eyes were full of warmth. I was finally sheltered from the hair tickling fog outside. The awkward silence was broken when the man said, "would you like hot chocolate"? Should I take this mysterious mans offerings I wonder? He looks like a trustworthy man. Not knowing what to do I cautiously take the hot chocolate. As I drink the warming, soothing, and delicious hot chocolate the chill in my body slowly departs . I get the impression that this has all happened before. Right at that moment everything turns into mist. Bright lights alter my mind as I slowly wake up to my dreadful alarm clock. Oh how I wish that dream would never end only if the mind calming dream would never end. I slowly wake up to reality as the boring school is about to begin. I can't wait till the night comes when my mind is opened to imagine once again.

Show Don't Tell Conner Wilkinson 4th period

The cool mist

A summer day

The clap of the waves

A cheering audience

The laughing children

Motivation

The sand

A castle

The beach

My play ground

The boy in the pink shirt #113

I sat on the bus i silence. My sister and her best friend right next to me. This boy and girl in front of us were laughing histaricly. I didn't know why at first but then I figured it out when thy turned to me and said," Hey, wierd boy why are you wearing a pink shirt."
My sister and her friend defended me. I couldn't wait to get off the bus. Fro there on out everyday i dreaded getting on the bus because i thought they were gonna make fun of me.

The Lamb #13

They gathered around him like a bunch or wolves, forming a circle of eight or nine. I knew the boy in the center of the circle, he and The Pack were friends, to a point; but the boy was small and pale, a whole grade below them.He knew the game that was about to be played he'd seen it before. He laughed trying to form a bond of friendship with his elders. For the pack, this entitled punishment.
I watched as they circled him, calling out taunts and yelling out names. The boy was not scared. He laughed with the pack, attempting to enjoy a game meant for a wolf. I knew it would not last.. How strange I thought, a lamb trying to befriend wolves.
The Pack closed in and pushed him around, bumping him from side to side. They jeered and laughed in pure enjoyment. The boy did not. He stayed solemn in silence. They bumped him from pack member to pack member, sometime even making him hit the floor. He was no longer laughing, but they did not care, they did not notice. They were too immersed in their asinine game to care. A harmless game for a wolf, this was, but the boy was not a wolf.
He was a lamb.