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 __MUDDY BOOTS__ By Lauren Nicholas and Erin Shelby

Muddy Boots Muddy Boots Where Oh Where Are My Muddy Boots I stepped in mud I Stood For A Minute Then My friend Pulled me out I just had to pout Then I lost my muddy boots Muddy Boots Where Oh Where Are my Muddy Boots

Rosin By Claire Feng :) Once upon a time in orchestra class, a rosin was bored of being in case no.3. so it climbed out and ZOMBIE ROSIN!!!!!!!!!! No, that is not what happened. So it climbed out and landed in a trash can. Then the trash dude pick it up and dumped the trash into the dump and then the rosin was eaten by animals. The rosin felt discontent. Then one day it was resurectted and it beacame the rosin of case no.3 again. Then it got bored.

Well Shane asked for me to put this on here so here it is. ~Alex Zheng The Boring Day for Watermelon Dude... It was a boring day for Watermelon Dude because it was raining. He sat by the window looking very bored. Then... all of the suddened...

NOTHING HAPPENED!!! Watermelon Dude was like, "OMG! OMG! OMG! Darn it..." So he continued to sit by the window looking bored. He went to eat pie but he forgot he was never hungry so he just went to sit by the window. Then...

he went to sleep. The End:)

Taken-A Story From 3 Perspectives~Shane Blair

It all happened that one day, so fast, too fast to handle. He came and took him right under my nose. Though I hated the little guy for breaking the chandaliers I shouldn't of done what I did. It was all my fault, my guilt, my sorrow...

December 25, 2009 Christmas Day:

"COME ON HENRY!" yelled my mom up the stairs to my room of our 3 room shack. I quickly changed and went down the stairs to eat my breakfast. A piece of bread was all. Then I walked out to meet my mom in her 1962 GMC roadster. I pulled the door open and it immedietly came off. We drove anyway to my uncle's mansion down by the city. When we got there, my mom dropped me off and I went up to the door and knocked. The door swung open and out came my uncle. He had crisp white hair and wore a suit with "1940" inscribed on it. "Come in, come in," he said with his British accent, and brought me in with a grunt...

To Be Continued... More Later :)~SB

Anticipation by: Shenita Luckett

Anticipation is what keeps us awake at night, dwindling in the midst of rotating thoughts taking flight. Peculiar is how it waits until, the weeist of hours when your world is still. Pouncing on every opportunity it gets, imposing on you thoughts you intended to forget. Anticipation is our caniving little friend, demanding internal desires of what's next to begin.

**// __Snow__ //** // It silences the world with its grand entrance // // forcefully announcing its gentle arrival // // for which prediction can never compensate. // // Beware if you dare to challenge it with a stare // // by gazing up into its majestic lair; // // this is the origin from which it falls-the sky. // // You will get lost in its free-falling splendor. // // Like bits of cumulus clouds // // Snowflakes daintily fall creating serenity. // // Look forward if you desire to behold its beauty. // // For this is the way to experience its truth- // // an intertwined helix of purity and wonder. // // Untouched as the white blanket burdens the land // // Unforgiving it is // // Altering its path for no one, no thing… //
 * // By: Shenita N. Luckett //**

Long Sleeves By: Shenita N. Luckett

I’ve always liked long sleeves the best because I can wear them during my favorite seasons and even during my not so favorite seasons and they comfort me in the cold and in the heat and when I don’t need them anymore I just take them off lifting them right over my head easily removing the consoling layer

but what I like about long sleeves the most is when I know I need them or even when I think that I might need them I just tie them around my waist or around my shoulders or stuff them in my backpack or in my purse or run back in the house and grab them off the couch they always tag along and when I need to put them back on I lift them over my head and pull them down and there they go consoling me again anytime I need them to

ok here i go~zach wooten once opon a time... lets cut to it. heres a song i wrote for my band salvation and its called barracade Barracade All...through day.... i see you then and there.... whoa.... i can't beleive that this is happenen to me. WHHooaoa now i see you there but what can i do... i dont know what to do... im gonna crash into you. i see nothin strange about you... but i know inside that were diverse... whhooaa.i cant see you now (see you now)(now) whoooooooaaaa! noooww don't leeeeaaaave i got this feelin that we can go a long way (way...way)So stop! i dont need a barracade around me. this barracade... this barracade...its to strong... stop holden me back. i have enough trouble (i have enough trouble) so stop holden me back.noooowww now stop! This b arra cade ... its so ST RO NG !!! thank you that was my song Barracade

This is the story about how chores were invented. By Clarisse Sison Once upon a time parents got lazy. Then they stopped cleaning. Then they said ' I know! We should make little people that can do all of this for us!' So they had kids and waited til they were 10 and then they did ALL of the cleaning for them :(((( Thats how chores were invented. - Clarisse Sison

 ~Rulands theory of how Benson disslocated her knee cap; a scientific proof~ (im not gonna write the real story because mallory and abby would probably murder me in my sleep nor will i use the word,"pop") One day abby benson and her ex husband no-name were hiking on a mountain. they got in an argument and abby slapped no-name across the face no-name then pushed abby over the edge of a cliff. She fell on her knees (heres where im not gonna say pop) and then she was rescued by hyenas. Once back to the car she and no-name fought again, while their dog mckinley barked at a friendly hyena. They drove to the doctors and (heres where im not going to say pop again) abbys knee was relocated! then no-name proposed and they got married by a priest named sai who cursed all mushrooms. The End.....I wonder who no name iz? *wink, wink* XD -Sam Ruland

Beyond the prairie there lived a pony, Who galloped in the wind. Both sleek and slender, both beautiful and graceful, How majestic is his kin!
 * //__The Pony Prince__//**

Born a prince and raised up well, He was fit to be a king. But all would wonder What his kingship would bring.

Would it bring happiness, peace, and joy, Or would it bring more than that? Would his kingdom thrive and prosper, And nothing good would lack?

Of it could lead to fights, wars, and squabbles, It could die and wither away. Sadness and sorrow would rule over all, Misery would come to stay.

But king he never became, And king he never would be. For just before the crown was given, Stolen away was he.

Killed and slaughtered by enemies, Thrown into the sea. That one prince-the future king, Would never again be. ~Rachel Zhang