How Bob Met Toby

Bob walked to school one day feeling happy and cheerful as always, though it was a cloudy Monday morning. In Bob’s head, he was getting ready to face another day of being made fun of and still be positive.

When Bob got to school he bumped into Toby, Wilbur School’s biggest jerk. Toby had been thinking that this would be the worst day of his life, just like yesterday and every day before. He was thinking of all the people he could give wedgies to just to brighten his day.

When Bob collided with Toby, Toby grabbed Bob by the arm and led him to the janitor’s closet. There, Toby planned to lock Bob in. Toby was thinking of all the horrid things he could do to Bob right then. He shoved Bob into the Janitor’s closet and went in behind him to finish making his point.

Toby shook his fist at Bob and yelled, “It serves you right for running in to me.”

When Toby turned to leave, he saw the door had closed behind them.  “See ya later, Fatty Patty,” he mocked, as he reached for the doorknob, suddenly realizing he had locked them both in the smelly janitor’s closet.

Bob said with a smile, “If we work together, we could probably get out of here instead of getting into trouble and missing school.”

“Oh, yeah?” said Toby sarcastically, “Then we’ll go to your house to bake cookies,  share pink fluffy cotton candy and have a tea party with our stuffed animals.  Work together with you?  It’s never gonna happen.”

“That anger you’re feeling, I’ve felt it before.  Being mean just won’t help.  Trust me,” said Bob. “Now, do you have a paper clip so I can get us out of here?”

“Yes,” said Toby,  handing Bob a paper clip from his pocket.

While Bob was working on picking the lock, he told Toby of how he used to be a bully because of all the pain he felt for being made fun of for his appearance.  He described how he overcame it when he decided to be positive instead of negative. When he looked back at Toby, he saw tears streaming down the bully’s face.

“You have taught me an important lesson,” Toby said to Bob. From now on I will try to be the nicest person I can be.

When Bob finished picking the lock Bob and Toby walked out of the janitor’s closet and a new friendship started to grow.





best-friendsKaterina sat at the dinner table looking at her cheerios. Her mom came into the dinning room and sat down heavily. Her stomach was getting bigger every week. “I’m not feeling very well today.” Her mom said.

“I can see that.” Katerina said. She took her cheerios and dumped them in the sink. She ate a banana instead.

“I can’t drive you to your first day at school.” Her mom said.

“Oh,” Kat said with disappointment in her voice.

“That’s okay.” Anger started to bubble up inside of her.  “I can see that you don’t care enough about me, but it’s okay, I’m used to it by now.”

“Honey, don’t say that.” Her mom said caringly.

“Whatever.” Kat said rolling her eyes. She ran out of the house and to her bus stop. She got there just in time. Kat clambered on and found an empty seat.

“Here goes nothing.” Kat said to herself. The bus snorted and they were on their way to school.


“Is anyone going to sit here?” A small girl pointed to the seat next to Kat.

“No.” Kat crossed her arms. The girl plopped herself down on the seat.

“Hello, my name is Fiona Merchander. I just moved in a couple blocks down  from you.” Fiona introduced herself.

“Uh, does it look like I care?” Kat asked.


“Then stop talking!” Kat said looking out the window.

“You are so funny!” Fiona laughed out loud. Fiona slapped Kat on the back.

“I’m from Nebraska by the way.” Fiona kept talking.

Kat rolled her eyes and looked right at Fiona. She noticed Fiona’s wide brown  eyes and curly blond hair that was tied back into a neat bun, it was held in place with big bright colorful clips. She had on rainbow socks, yellow leggings, a navy blue skirt, a red shirt and the ugliest green sweater Kat had ever seen.

“Anything else you want to say?” Kat ordered.

“Well since you asked so nicely, Fiona said in a cheery voice, “I have seven brothers, two cats, five fish and no sisters. Fiona took a big gulp of air and continued, “I love soccer, I play cello, I love cookies and my favorite singer is Beyonce. I also like Elvis. I am 11 years old and a little young to be in 7th grade but that’s okay ‘cause even If I don’t pass 7th grade, we are all achievers!” Fiona said pumping her fists up in the air. Several people looked at her and pointed.

“What are you, two?” Kat said embarrassed.

“No, I’m eleven didn’t you just hear me say that?” Fiona asked with a big grin on her face.

“Anyway,” she continued, “I love fall ’cause there are so many pretty colors, my favorite movie is Alice in Wonderland and my favorite foods are pasta, pizza, chicken, and beets. I also like pink. Fiona looked at Kat and smiled.

“What about you, what do you love?” Fiona asked Kat excitedly.

“Well, Kat said, for starters I hate pink, I hate foods that are green and yellow, I hate music unless its punk/rock, I hate babies and I don’t like 7:30 to 3:45!” Kat finished with a big sigh.

“Why don’t you like 7:30 to 3:45?” Fiona asked with really big eyes.

“Duh, school hours, stupid!” Kat said.

“Oh, okay.” Fiona said in her most cheery voice as though she didn’t mind being called stupid.

“Oh right, Kat remembered, I’m also in 7th grade, I’m 12, I hate summer and everyone calls me Kat not Katarina. If you call me Katarina it will be very bad for your health.” Kat finished, sticking her fist under Fiona’s nose.

“Great!” Fiona exclaimed, not seeming to care that she had just been threatened. Just then, they got to the school parking lot. Fiona hopped out of the bus, while Kat glumly followed. Fiona found her class and was pleased to find that Kat was already seated and taking out her black notebooks.

“Hello Katarina!” Fiona shouted from across the room.

“Here goes nothing.” Kat thought as she slumped in her seat.


The first few months of school went by fast. Kat decided that Fiona was alright. She still didn’t like the way Fiona got exited about everything. Fiona learned that she should go along with everything that Kat said because she wanted Kat as happy as she always was. It was a cool morning.  Kat was complaining about the coolness she told her mom was scorching heat. Fiona decided to get on her bike and go couple blocks down the road to Kat’s house. When she got there Kat made Fiona drink lemonade with her on the porch as they talked about school.

“I’m really exited about the friend quiz we are going to take on Monday.” Fiona said happily. “I think I’ll write about you, who will you write about?” Fiona asked Kat.

“Nobody is friends with one another in room 9!” Kat told Fiona. “Everyone in room 9 doesn’t know how to interact right and with this hideous weather how can anyone make friends?” Kat said with a loud wail.

“You could write about me.” Fiona said excitedly.

“Whatever.” Kat said with a sigh.

“Ooookay!” Fiona said with a huge smile.

“But this heat is agonizing!” Kat stated. Fiona learned that Kat always exaggerated everything so she nodded and smiled. Even though it was the coolest day since the Fall.

“Ugh,” Kat said, “look at all the ugly leaves, they all stick to each other.”

“Um, it did rain yesterday, Kat.” Fiona was careful to call her Kat and not Katarina. She had learned this the hard way. She still had a bruise under her left eye from the last time she called her friend Katarina.

“Oh, right, I forgot.” Kat said with a shrug.

“You should really go home.” Kat said.

“Why?” Fiona asked.

“Because in this heat you could get sunspots on your skin.” Kat said with wide eyes.

“What are sunspots?” Fiona asked, unsure if she should believe what Kat said. Kat often said things that didn’t make sense or were untrue so that she could sound smart and sophisticated.

“Why do you always question me, Fi?” Kat asked with a sigh.

“I don’t know,” Fiona lied. “I’ll go home then.” Fiona said. She stood up and hopped down the porch steps. She skipped to her bike and got on. She clipped on her pink pony helmet.

“Bye Kat!” She shouted over her shoulder. Kat rolled her eyes and went inside. She saw her little brother Toby, who was born on her first day of school, try to stand up. She passed by him, looked to see if anyone was around and roughly pushed him over. She bounded up the stairs while he wailed behind her. She heard her mother run to see what was the matter.

“Katarina Mia Jackson, get down here this minute!” Her mother screamed. Kat plopped herself down on her bed and closed her eyes.

“Whatever.” She thought.


“Kat, may I talk to you?” Kat’s mom peeked in her room. Kat was getting ready for school that morning. She just needed her backpack.

“Sure, come in.” she said with a heavy sigh and eye roll that she made sure her mom saw.

“Honey, uh, there is some bad news that I, uh, have for you. How about we, umm, sit down. Kat looked for a reason to argue. Not finding one she sat down heavily.

“So, yesterday, there was an accident that happened.”

“To who?” Kat asked, tension growing inside her.

“Um, your friend Fiona.”

“What happened?” Kat said breathlessly.

“She was riding home on her bike yesterday when, uh, a car hit her. It was all an accident, sweetheart.” Kat stood up. She couldn’t hold herself up and fell to the floor.

“Are you okay, sweetheart?” her mom asked cautiously.

“Yeah, I’m okay.” Kat looked up at her mom.

“Are you sure, I totally understand if you want to stay home and get yourself together.” Her mom said caringly, putting a hand on her shoulder.

“No, I have to go to school!” Kat almost shouted at her mom.

“Really?” her mom raised an eyebrow.

“Yes, I can’t miss the test, I have to do it, for Fiona.” She whispered her lost friend’s name.

“Okay, honey. I understand.”

“No you don’t.” Kat said forcefully. “Just drive me to school.” She said a little quieter. She picked up her backpack and walked out of the room. It was a quiet ride to school, when she got there she didn’t say goodbye to her mom, she was determined to get to class. She calmly walked across the playground and into her class. She felt all her classmates’ eyes on her but she didn’t care. She sat down and looked down at the first question on the paper. She thought about Fiona, her best friend, and started the friend quiz.


The first question asked, best friend’s name and eye color. Kat wrote Fiona, a heart to dot the i, and Beautiful Brown for eye color. The second question asked, best friend’s favorite thing(s). Kat smiled and wrote down, bright colors, ponies, Beyonce, Elvis, cello and soccer. The third asked, best friend favorite foods. Kat wrote pizza, pasta, cookies, chicken and beets. The fourth asked, Friends family/pets. Kat wrote, seven brothers five fish and two cats. The fifth asked, favorite movie. Kat wrote Alice in Wonderland. The sixth question asked, best friends favorite color, Kat wrote pink with a smile.The last question asked, best friend’s favorite Season. Kat thought hard then finally wrote Fall. She handed in the quiz and sat back down. She went the whole day with a grin on her face. When the bell rang, the teacher called Kat to the front of the room. Kat slowly stood up and walk to the front of the class.

“Kat, I would like to know how you got all the questions right on the Friend Quiz.” Her teacher said with a grin.

“Well, lets just say, my best friend talks a lot!” Kat said as she left the room. She looked back at her puzzled teacher and smiled.


When Kat got on the bus she sat down and looked at her quiz booklet. She found Fiona’s paper that said in big swirly letters, My Favorite Things. She remembered that all the kids in room 9 had to write down all their favorite things on the first day of school, for the quiz Kat just took. She matched her answers with Fiona’s paper. All correct, just like her teacher said. Deep inside she smiled as she thought of Fiona and all the things she told Kat about herself on their first day of school. When Kat go home, she went inside and saw her little brother try to stand up. She walked over to him and gave him a hand. he walked across the room and looked up at Kat with a huge, proud smile.

“Good job!” She cooed in his ear as she picked him up and put him in his high chair. She looked over and saw her 7 year old sister, Jessica, accidentally pop the head of her barbie doll. She shrieked and ran to her mom. Kat ran upstairs and found the doll she had kept from when she was 7. She brought it downstairs and handed it to Jessica.

“Take care of her.” Kat said gently. Jessica hugged the doll close to her.

“Thanks Kat!” she said excitedly. Kat went into the other room and found her 2 year old sister, Denice, trying to tie her hair. So far it was just a tangle. Kat giggled then brushed  her little sisters hair and tied it in little pigtails. she set her sister down and went into the dinning room where she found her father and mother.

“Daddy!” She cried throwing her arms around him.

“How come you’re home early?” Jessica asked. Her new doll in her arms.

“Because we have something important to tell you guys.” He said picking up Tony. While their mom picked up Denice.

“What?” Jessica said with wide eyes. Kat had a feeling she already knew.

“Im pregnant!” Her mom said excitedly. Jessica screamed and threw her little arms around her mother.

“And the two oldest girl get to pick the new baby’s name!” he said throwing Tony up in the air.

“How about Lulu!?” Jessica danced around the room screaming.

“Kat, what do you think?” Kat’s mom asked.

“How about, Lulu Fiona?” Kat said with a grin.

“I like it.” their dad said.

“Lulu Fiona it is.” their mom said with a knowing smile.



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Story Blurb: How Bob met Toby

Bob Peers is a fat, ugly 15 year old. All he wishes to do is help people in any way he can. Toby Fitorsomal is a tall, handsome teenager, but everyone knows him as vain and impolite. Bob and Toby get pranked at school by a bully and both end up trapped in the janitor’s closet. If they want to get out, they will have to work together.  Will Bob’s generosity win over Toby’s rudeness to save them both?


Trump and Leslie

slide1Donald Trump is secretive, rude, sharp and professional. He is also old. He has some good and some bad characteristics. I mean, nobody wants to be old, but I wouldn’t mind being called professional. He wears ties and fixes his hair really nicely. He is 70 years old. He interrupts, not to make a point, but to be heard, which seems very rude. He wants to let us know that what he says is more important than what others say. He is secretive. He said in the Commander in Chief forum, “I have a plan to defeat ISIS, but I won’t tell you.” This makes me think that he doesn’t actually have a plan, but he just wants us to think that he does so that we will elect him for president. My advice is to think carefully before you vote on election day.



Leslie Burke is a tomboy. She is imaginative, friendly and caring. Leslie always wears long pants and long sleeve shirts. She has really short hair, and instead of playing with dolls she plays out in the dirt with her best friend Jesse Aarons, who is a boy. She made up an imaginative world called Terabithia. She plays in it with Jess. They are the King and Queen of Terabithia. They fight the bad guys that try to take over their land. Since she is new at her school, everyone teases her for wearing long pants and playing with the boys instead of playing hopscotch with the girls. Instead of being mean in return, Leslie is caring. When the meanest bully at her school is having a bad day, Leslie makes her feel better. Leslie Burke is the kind of person I would want to be friends with.


I was walking through the woods on a hike with my Mom, Dad and little brother Joseph. It was a bright first day of spring and my family was tired of being cooped up inside the house all winter.

As we were walking we noticed that winter had made the ground soggy and wet. Every time I stepped on the ground, a small puddle appeared and soaked my shoes. We also noticed the trees were leaning over us. They looked just about ready to crush someone flat. Joseph ran past every tree that hung over his head just incase it decided to fall. I was in the middle of saying that that wasn’t necessary when all of a sudden, I heard a bid CRACK and something big toppled down on me.

I woke up dizzy and my head felt like it wanted to explode but was scared to. I was in a dark room with muffled voices behind the steel walls. Somewhere in the wall a door opened and a doctor came in. Bright light streamed in from another room and I closed my eyes shut to avoid it. The doctor told me that I had broken my scull. I asked how that happened.

He replied, “A tree fell on you.”

That’s when I remembered. I was telling my brother that rushing past the leaning trees wasn’t necessary then a huge tree toppled right down on me. I remember it being dark and cold and I couldn’t see and I thought I had gone blind. Then I heard my little brother scream for my parents and then I herd my mom scream for my dad to call 911. I could hear my parents outside the tree hole comforting me and asking me if I was ok and if I could breathe all right. I told them that couldn’t see but that I could breathe just fine. My dad asked me if I could move my eyeballs around I could but my eyes felt sticky and my head was throbbing. He said that the blood from my wound probably just went in my eyes. And that’s when I fainted.



Tailypo Monster

One bright summer morning, a young couple was getting married. The girl Marianne was short and had dark brown hair. Her name, witch meant dark flower, suited her very well. Marianne was mysterious and only loved those who loved and accepted her. But she was also as beautiful as a flower. And her husband, Mark, was tall handsome and had bright brown eyes.

After the wedding, when it was twilight, the couple took a walk in the woods. They were so much in love that they forgot that it was dangerous to be out at night. They were blinded by their love. Mark’s big soft hands wrapped around Marianne’s. They looked at the bright full moon and talked about their past and future together. When they were ready to go home, the couple walked briskly through the now misty woods. The branches were snapping under their feet and the leaves were swaying with the wind. They heard a deep growling somewhere near by. Then, all of a sudden, the Tailypo monster shot out of the trees and lunged for Marianne.

In a split second, Marianne was on the ground dead. Dead like Mark’s heart as he saw the Tailypo monster drag Marianne into the dark woods. With no time to lose Mark ran away from the monster and his dead wife, his head screaming in agony and his heart throbbing with pain. When he reached his cabin, Mark ran inside and locked the door. And on that night, his wedding night, he promised himself that he would kill the Tailypo monster for what he did to Marianne. His beloved dark flower.

After weeks of hunting, Mark still hadn’t found the monster. Sometimes at night, Mark would dream and remember the monster’s dark gaze, it’s hateful eyes and razor sharp teeth. He saw the monster’s long thin body and it’s strong, lean tail. The had known since childhood that if the Tailypo was broken or harmed in any way the Tailypo monster would die. He pictured the long snout and the powerful legs that had lunged for Marianne. Then Marks thoughts wandered off to Marianne and her wide smile, her bright way of laughing and the way she looked at Mark when they were married. Her gleaming eyes that had stared into Mark’s.

With anger burning against the Tailypo monster, Mark leaped out of bed and grabbed for his gun. He had set out to kill the monster. After hours of looking through the dark dreary woods, Mark finally found the monster feasting on a recent kill. Mark peeked from behind the tree he was hiding behind and saw his little brother Kyle, dead, another victim of the monster. Mark, now enraged with a new kind of anger, aimed and shot off the monster’s tail. The monster screamed and ran toward Mark while screaming, “Tailypo, Tailypo, give me back my Tailypo.”

Mark ran back from whence he came, the Tailypo monster close behind, nipping at his heels. Mark found his cabin and without closing the door, he ran up the stairs toward his room. And that’s when Mark realized that the monster was after its tail. He knew that he had to do something fast. So without thinking, Mark put the monsters tail in his mouth and bit into the it. The monster howled in agonizing pain. Mark looked back feeing pity on the monster. Then, with a jolt, he tripped and fell on a loose plank. Mark tumbled down the stairs, and by the time he was at the bottom he had finished eating the tail, but he was also a step away from his enemy. Mark thought the monster wouldn’t be able to get the tail now, but quick with action, the monster lunged for Mark’s stomach, tearing him apart, but it was no use. The monster found his tail destroyed and in pieces. With one more agonizing howl, the monster fell down dead next to Mark. Both in pain and longing for something they loved, man and beast died together.


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The World is Not Out to Get You

A Thousand years ago, a little girl lived in a faraway land. This girl was not an ordinary girl. This girl was a princess. Her name was Princess Miadonnah. She was a very mean little girl, and bossy. She wanted anything and precisely everything. Her parents were proud of her for being commanding. Her mother bragged, “My little Mia is going to be just like me when she grows up.”

And her father, who had never kissed Mia goodnight, sneered, “Well then, Lord help us all.”

When Mia finished getting ready for bed, she walked downstairs to say goodnight. She kissed her father on the cheek, but king Blondele, who was fatter and greedier than his cattle, waved her off. Mia waved to her mother, not wanting to get near the awful face which her mother thought was a beautiful piece of work.

King Blondele always muttered, “it’s a piece of work all right.”

In her room, Princess Miadonnah ordered cook Molly Jane a newly dedicated handmaiden to give her warm milk (forgetting the please). When the warm milk was delivered to her she fell fast asleep. She woke up every hour of the night tossing and turning because she had a sad and empty feeling in her belly.

In the morning, Princess Miadonnah lay in her bed and thought of what she could ask for today. Maybe a diamond ring or a pound each of gold and silver. Then, setting her plan into action, she flew down the stairs, crossed her arms and asked handmaiden Joan, a bright and cheerful maid to give her a beautiful ball gown.

Handmaiden Joan cooed kindly, “But today isn’t the ball. That’s three days from now, Dearie.’’

Mia demanded, “But I want it now!”

So handmaiden Joan handed over Miadonnah’s ball gown. Miadonnah did not like the look of the ball gown but takes it anyway. Then coming upon Butler Stevie she asked him for a gift so he gave her his best pocket watch. Not liking this gift either she asked Handmaiden Josie for something, so she gave her a mirror and some make up brushes. Hating this gift, Princess Mia asked every person in the castle for a gift hating every single thing she received. She even asks her handsome Boyfriend Shwam for something. Prince Shwamerian had long black hair and deep caring blue eyes. And he gave her a horse and saddle. So the frustrated Mia went to the last person in the castle to ask for a gift.

She asked Handmaiden Lucy, a smart and determined woman, “ Give me a great gift or else I will tell my father that you didn’t give me something.’’ Handmaiden Lucy looked very surprised. She looked at Mia’s face and saw how tired she was, she had dark circles under her eyes and she was bent over and droopy like an old lady. So without saying anything, Lucy took Mia’s hand and led her to her room. Lucy gave her a nightgown and Mia willingly took it. Lucy gave her a big cotton blanket, Mia took it gratefully. Finally Lucy put Mia in her bed and Mia lay in it looking very pleased but still tired. Mia didn’t say thank you and didn’t say anything at all to Lucy because in only a moment she was fast asleep!

Princess Miadonnah was not a very nice little princess, but that night she realized that the whole world was not out to get her. All she needed was a good night’s sleep and everything seemed much better.


The End

If I had a power it would be to have food appear out of my hands when I thought about it. The good thing about having food appear out of my hands is they I could give the food to homeless people if they need it. The bad thing is that people could take advantage of the power. I want this power because when I see homeless people on the side of the road, I want to give them food but I don’t have any to give to them so I feel bad.


My name is Meghan May Harrison. Most people call me Meggie, but not my poppa. He calls me by name, Meghan May. But when he is mad, he calls me by my full name. My dad is a kind of rough man, and he is mostly gruff.

In my family there is this prophecy that says that when you turn fifteen you get special powers. Tomorrow I turn fifteen. The thing that I don’t like about getting powers is that you don’t get to choose what your powers are. I’m hoping that my power is something boring and something people would not regularly notice, like my mom’s powers. She has the power to read really fast. My mom can read a 300 page book in fifteen seconds. I don’t want a power like my dad. He is a very strong person. He is a famous world wide wrestler. He has won seventy-two of his battles and lost two.

On my birthday night I awoke with a start and found my self dripping with sweat. The time was 11:59, one minute till I turned fifteen. I was shaky and worried. What if my power was to run super fast like Aunt Clair?  What if it was to hit someone every time I got mad?  My sleepy parents turned up at the foot of my bed and said, “Happy birthday!” sleepily.

“Thank you,” I said, surprised.  I took the neon green cupcake and shoved it in my mouth. I waited for something to happen to indicate my power was here.  I waited for 3 minutes before giving up.  I asked my mom for another cupcake and she said she didn’t have another one.  All of a sudden, my hands began to shake and out of both my hands cupcakes started shooting out.  My mother said, “Your power is food coming out of your hands when you think about it!”


My dad said with a smirk, “From now on, you make us dinner.”



How Powerful Can Your Power Get?


Once upon a time there were two kingdoms. In one kingdom people had the power of ice and water and in the other fire and lava. But the two kingdoms were no friends. In fact they were worst of enemies.

In both kingdoms, all the people were preparing for battle; the greatest battle. The fire people were using their power the wrong way, using it for evil not good. People started dying and their hearts turned to ash.  So, when it was time to fight, there was no one to fight, so the ice people claimed victory and lived their mortal lives in peace, remembering what could happen if they used their powers the wrong way.