 Non-Fiction
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It seems that when you’re young nothing else matters to you more in the world than to fit in with your friends, to fit in with them, as they say ignorance is bliss. But it seems that the more you know about certain in people the more you wish you didn’t. Their personalities change on the dime and don’t get me wrong everyone changes, may it be for the best or for the worst. And then you wonder what life would be like if you hadn’t known that person or made friends with them what the future may hold without them. Whether the decision was good or bad it would have made a drastic change in your life. It makes you think all of this that’s why I say ignorance is bliss.
Anonymous
Trauma Rama
These horrible stories are true incidents that have happened to your very own classmates that they are willing to share with you. They are something that I would like to call “Trauma Ramas.”
I was at the local pool with some of my friends and I spotted my crush there also. I decided to show off to him by doing a flip off of the high dive. So, I started to jump and then I felt a slight breeze. My bathing suit top had come undone! I swam out of there as fast as I could. I guess you can say I showed him my all!
I was at a party with my boyfriend and we were playing pool. I started to take my shot when my boyfriend came up behind me, and I ended up hitting him really hard with the pool stick in his private place! I felt so bad after I did that, I never played pool ever again!
It was my first volleyball game and I was really nervous. It was the other team’s turn to serve and they hit it over, it didn’t quite make it, but I thought it was going to, so I ran for the ball, towards the net, and I hit the net. My hands got stuck in the net and I fell down with the net right behind me. So, the pole fell down as well and that hit the fire alarm. Everyone started to leave the building while I was still stuck in the net. When the firefighters came, I got in trouble because I stayed in the building while the fire alarm was going off. From now on, I’ll always try to be into the game more!
I went to a local pizzeria with some of my friends and we ordered. My crush was sitting right across from our table. When the food got to our table, my friends started praying the “Our Father” at the top of their lungs. I was so disgusted by their acts. So was the manager; we ended up getting kicked out!
My boyfriend took me with him to baby-sit a little kid across the street. He had to go to the restroom and that was my cue to do something with the little boy. So, I decided to read him a story. I picked up a book, sat in his chair and started reading. When I was all done, I got up from the chair and it was so small that it was stuck to my behind! And on top of it my boyfriend was standing right there! I was so embarrassed!
Rachael R., 8
“The Forest of Emotion”
I walk through the forest of emotion, everything seems happy to me. The trees are emerald and cheery, the sky is a cloudless, faultless sapphire. The golden dandelion sun shines magnificently. I feel so happy, so hopeful, so free!
But suddenly, I notice that the warm sun cannot reach me very well through the trees. The trees have patches of leaves missing, and as I look down, the leaves cover the brown grass, shriveling it. The magical candyland that was once laid out before me had morphed into a dim, gray, boring, gloomy ghostland.
The sweet rainbow of colors had melted like an ice cream cone on a sweltering August day, dripping to the ground in a saddening manner. It was if someone had turned on the sprinklers and washed away all the happiness. The ground seemed to hungrily slurp up the rainbow and belch out blues and grays and blacks.
I felt so depressed, do down, so drowsy, so lonely. Slowly, even the grays and blues had melted into one big black mass, swirling it’s muck about like a mace. I started to wonder about everything. Who was I really? Was I dead?
“Only brain dead!” said the little voice in the back of my head.
I had slipped into the darker part of the forest of emotion without even realizing it. I had to get out! I took a rope of family and friends, a reassuring cable that was there in case of emergencies. I threw it to the lighter side of the woods, and pulled myself to lovely safety. It was sunny and warm, but not quite as glorious as it had been. With the setting sun, I settled down next to tree to rest my aching body. I fell asleep, but before I did, I thought to myself, “Life is an adventure.”
Rachel W., 7
My Dad’s Raccoon
When my dad was thirteen years old, his dad brought him home a baby raccoon. He had found its mother on the side of the road, and there were three babies. Two of them ran away, but one of them stayed. That was my dad’s raccoon.
My dad fed the raccoon milk from an eyedropper for the first few weeks. Then he fed it scraps of food. He built a pen in the backyard for it, and would take it out to play every afternoon. The raccoon never ran away, and it always stayed near my dad.
My Dad was able to keep it for three months. Then he decided to let it go. He brought the raccoon to the Willowbrook Nature Center.
The people there promised to take care of it and release it back into the wild in a few weeks. Until then, they put it in a pen with some injured raccoons so it could get used to other raccoons. So my dad said goodbye to his furry friend and went home.
Cassandra D., 7
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