My Piece

This is a peice I wrote yesterday. I know it's probably not so good, but can you please read it?

Good thing, too. If she hadn't’t put the Herbs on, oh, what could have happened! Her arm would probably be so painful…
To be precise, *some name* would have wailed in pain, and said “Oh, please, now can I have some?” And she would have sat down, kneeling, pleading, with her hands exactly two feet above the floor. She would beg them for exactly thirty-eight seconds before her parents gave in, and took two minutes sharp to bring up the little pinprick of a jar to her. And yes, until they gave in, her arm was so painful. But only six and three quarters times as painful.
Yes. *some name* confirmed, it would be much worse, much worse in that other world. Where was it, anyway? Where was that place, where she would not take the Herbs, where her father did not accept the job offer, where she even cheated on a test? She knew it couldn't’t be near, though. Probably in a whole different universe.
But now, in this world, not in another universe, not in another galaxy, not even in another town, *some name* was about to go to sleep, here on Earth.
Suddenly, she woke up. Or was it she who woke? Somebody woke, somebody who did not deserve to have the power even to wake. Somebody in another universe, in another galaxy, in another town.

If it's not to much trouble, could you leave a comment about my peice where it says Comments at the bottom of the entry? Especially what I should name my character. Thanks so much.
~ Anna

CALLING ALL ARTISTS!

Did you know...
You can submit some of your art and writing in to this person, who will post it somewhere, I think it's in a magazine. Here is some of the criteria for your work that you submit:

• You, the creator, have to be in grades 6-12
• Any writing has to be no more than 1000 words
• Artwork must be black and white.

So, if you are interested, or you have any questions, email to this adress:

mjlteenlibrarian@gmail.com

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The Girl

What if there was a girl you knew since first grade, but you were never really friends with? What if you wondered about her every year after that? What if she finally turned up in your class in fourth grade, and you got to know her and what a colorful character she was, and made friends with her friends in fifth grade?
What if she moves?
Not to Hillsbourough, or New Brunswick, or a place that you can ask your parents to go to this weekend. A place... like California.
Emily and Radhika were the girl's friends. In fifth grade, I made friends with them. But Flora was the girl; the one that moved.
It wasn't Flora's personality that I liked, it was her personalities. One minute, she'd be cute-little-panda-and-cookie-loving Flora. At recess, we'd burst through the doors and she'd scream, "Dude, wuz up?" Whether she was Flora or Flora, she was awesome.
Flora always made room for entertainment. In fourth grade, me, Flora, Emily, and Radhika were working at a table, and I went to get some markers. When I came back, everyone was giggling madly.
"What's so funny?" I asked. Emily has... uh... laughing syndrome let's just put it that way, so Radhika told me.
"Emily said 'Hi'-"
"And I said 'HAYRIDE!'" boomed Flora. Immediately, I fell onto my chair and laughed with them. Not just at the randomness, but also at the way Flora was oozing with enthusiasm when she said it.
At the beginning of fifth grade, the world turned from a huge blotch of color with gray specks to a huge blotch of gray with my friends dotting it with bits of color. Flora was gone. Never again would she fling color into the world when it was gray. Never again. Never again. Never again. We owe her so much and never again will she come back and let us thank her; the small holiday gift I'm sending her is nowhere near enough. Never will she break us free of the binds of school and its mounds of homework.
But wait folks, not all is lost! Have no (or less) fear! Email is here!

Soaking Wet

It started out as a cold morning
Then a warm day
I felt the sun was listening to my way
But the sun went by
The sky went damp,
Then,
Drop Drop, Drop
Pitter Patter, Pitter Patter, Pitter Patter
Rain falls my way
Kids come in the bus wet
SOAKING WET!
7th and 8th graders were
coughing choking, spitting rainy water!
They came in wet
SOAKING WET!
As their hair dripped like after a shower!
5th graders stuck their heads out the window
They came in wet
SOAKING WET!
As they shook their hair around like dogs!
Now as you can see,
We were wet
SOAKING WET!
Everyone else got to experience the rainfall,
But us sixth graders
Didn't get wet at all!
~Priya

First Day of Sixth Grade

We walk through the green carpeted halls,
Then up to D4
My arms get goosebumps
As the thought of being in 6th grade
Runs through my mind
Girls who have friends in this class
Cling together like PB&J
Talking about their summer vacation
While I
Stand alone,
With no friend to talk to
Mr.Edenfeild opens the door
As I step into my brand new classroom
My arms get the chills,
While my 5th grade blood
Is still flowing through my veins
Ready to be new and improved,
Ready for a whole new year.
~Priya

My Louisiana Sky

Tiger Ann Parker is bright in school and better than the boys at baseball, but she's forever being teased about her parents by the popular girls in her class. Tiger knows her folks are different from others in their small town, Saitter, Louisiana. They are mentally slow, and Tiger tries to keep her pain and embarrassment hidden as long as her strong, smart grandmother runs the household. Then suddenly, Granny dies, and Aunt Dorie Kay arrives, offering Tiger Ann a way out. Now Tiger has to choose from living a simple life on the beautiful countryside in Saitter to take care of her slow parents, or to live in the sophisticated life in the city of Baton Rouge with her Aunt.
This book describes everything, from the color of a blue dress being like a hard rain in the Louisiana sky, to how a sun bonnet makes Tiger feel goofy and how a scarf makes her feel sophisticated.
Kimberly Willis Holt writes this book as if you were in Tiger's shoes. I strongly recomend reading this book.