I996 -I997 Bahasb Literary Magazine

§§Bahagh literary magazine

I996 -I997 bahasb literary magazine

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Magazine & Layout Staff Christina Lee Vijay Asava Rizal Mansoor Ikram Auiang Nishant Mathur Robin Borjesson Andres Modak Samuel Chi Arjun Nijhawan Felix Greiner Mara Desiare Ji-Young Kang Markus Walther Fae Deslate Alex Tonner Pehr Karlsson Saori Kumano Sho Spaeth

Aduisor: Donna Palmer—Dodds Layout Advisor: Anu Ahuja Table 0fContents

Name Page Name Page Name Page

Abrahams, Alexander ...... 46 Deslate, Mara ...... 15 Kamilan, Fadzly ...... 54 Accciari, Gianni ...... 45 Dow, Tara ...... 80 Kamilan, Fairuz ...... _. 15 Adams, Megan ...... 69 Dowell, Amanda ...... 112 Kang, Chong-Seok ...... 20 Adnan, Ulmateen ...... _, 50 Edwards, Thomas ...... 88 Kang, Ji—Young ...... 55 Ahsan, Mohammad Ragib . 80 Eisa, Manaal ...... 114 Kang, Song-Woo ...... 32 Ahuja, Anand ...... 81 Eun, Jong-Sil ...... 109 Kapadia, Puja ...... 110 Aird, Katherine ...... 102 Fahnestock, Jennifer ...... 26 Kappel, Elizabeth ...... 41 Al - Hammadi, Faisal ...... 45 Fahnestock, Samuel ...... 44 Karlsson, Pehr ...... 32 AI - Hammadi, Hammad.... 27 Finney, Kathryn ...... 87 Kato, Jun ...... 104 Alexander, Aman ...... 48 Fiz, Lucia ...... 108 Kato, Shiori ...... 61 Alexander, Duncan ...... 33 Forrest, Bradley ...... 14 Keenan, Eli ...... 21 Allen, Caroline ...... 26 Fotheringham, Sarah ...... 103 Kim, Bo—Rah ...... 114 Almnes, David ...... 9 Fuwa, Kiyono ...... 30 Kim, Han Soo ...... 104 Ames, Lia ...... 40 Garaud, Charles ...... 103 Kim, Jong—Kyoung ...... 15 Ames, Loren ...... 53 Garcia, Criscelda ...... 103 Kim, Joon Wan ...... 14 Amrapala, Chutaporn ...... 58 Garnett, Shawna ...... 62 Kim, Ju-Ho ...... 69 Anand, Malika ...... 51 Gibbons, Brooke ...... _, 102 Kim, Seul-Ki ...... 59 Asava, Vijay ...... 9 Gillot, Andrei ...... 103 Kim, Young-Hwan ...... 12 Atwood, Nicholas ...... 26 Gordon, Sheila ...... 56 King, Julia ...... 46 Bakker, Eline ...... 35 Graves, Justin ...... 62 Kinnett, Nicholas ...... 21 Batlivala, Tina ...... 116 Greiner, Felix ...... 42 Kithukuma, Frederick ...... 12 Beesla, Rohan ...... 86 Han, Hyun—Joo ...... 122 Kjosaas, John Arne ...... 126 Benefiel, David ...... 5 Harski, Jerad ...... 50 Klevarova, Katarina ...... 113 Bhansali, Rahul ...... 82 Hartwick, Kirsten ...... 76 Klevarova, Kristyna ...... 8 Bhatnagar, Gagan ...... 87 Hemming, John ...... 17 Klinger, Mark ...... 16 Binotti, Alessandro ...... 90 Herland, Ina Helen ...... 53 Knoops, Sebastian ...... 77 Binotti, Davide ...... 125 Hess, Olivia ...... 93 Koh, Woon Yee ...... 121 Borjesson, Robin ...... 56 Hill, Simon ...... 45 Kojima, Daisuke ...... 109 Brand, Caitlin ...... 63 Hollowell, Desireé ...... 56 Koshinaka, Aya ...... 16 Canny, William ...... 9 Holthe, Maren ...... 73 Kourilova, Maryla ...... 49 Capper, Mairi ...... 120 Holzl, Martina ...... 68 Kumano, Saori ...... 98 Carlsson, Samuel ...... 109 Holzl, Susanne ...... 39 Kumar, Kunal ...... 36 Carver, Christine ...... 67 Hughes, Genevieve ...... 118 Kumar, Sheetal ...... _ 27 Chandiok, Rishi ...... 88 Humayun, Akbar ...... 110 Kwon, You Sun ...... 97 Chandra, Anisha ...... 37 Hutchison, Alesia ...... 92 Laakkonen, Lasse ...... 95 Chandra, Maya ...... 67 Hwang, ln-Moo ...... 48 Laakkonen, Laura ...... 74 Chatphaisal, Chalongrat.... 108 Iversen, Jorgen ...... 59 Laha, Joya ...... 6 Cheluget, Elizabeth ...... 40 Jain, Ankur ...... , 55 Lain, Victoria ...... 116 Chi, Jonathan ...... 36 Jain, Ashwin ...... 43 Lakshminarayan, Nikhil..... 74 Chi, Samuel ...... 94 Jain, Trishla ...... 79 Lee, Chris K ...... 32 Choi, Hoon ...... 68 Jetley, Radha ...... 92 Lee, Dah-Young ...... 59 Chovanec, Roman ...... 121 Jewula, Anton ...... 13 Lee, Ho Jung ...... 31 Chung, Wook Jhin ...... 106 Jones, Joshua ...... 54 Lee, Hye-Yun ...... 105 Clarke, Andrew ...... 41 Jordan, Jessica ...... 62 Lee, Sang Jhin ...... 96 Damit, Ikram Awang ...... 18 Jovetic, Ivana ...... 72 Lee, Yu-Yun ...... 97 De Masfrand, Sophie ...... 111 Jung, Hae-Sung ...... 42 Leighton, Leanne ...... 86 Dermott, Ian ...... 68 Junkerman, Eliza ...... 66 Leigthon, Nicola ...... 73 Deslate, Fae ...... 76 Kak, Ha_hul ...... 49 Lim, A—Youn ...... 72 Table ofContents

Name Name Page Name Page

Luntzel, Bonnie ...... 9 Ramirez—Bierring, Julian .. 7 Udovicki, Mihailo ...... 75 Lutyens, Emily ...... 30 Randall, Katie ...... 71 Uhm, Hyun—Jung ...... 60 Mansoor, Rizal ...... 86 Rapljan, Marko ...... 97 Van Heerden, André ...... 37 Martin, Lucile ...... 25 Reddy, Rakesh ...... 37 Van Ommen, Victor ...... 83 Maslin, Jean-Philippe ...... 62 Reddy, Rishi ...... 11 Van Santen, Barbara ...... 55 Mathur, Nishant ...... 65 Relan, Rohan ...... 123 Van Santen, Laura ...... 69 Matsila, Katlego ...... 89 Rentsch, Denise ...... 112 Varkey, Dax ...... 79 Matsuyama, Youcihi ...... 70 Richardson, Hannah ...... 10 Vij, Diksha ...... 34 Mazlika, Suhana ...... 70 Roach, Liane ...... 31 Vitale, Francesca ...... 78 McCarthy, Caitlin ...... 61 Ruck, Christina ...... 122 Vladimirov, Leonid ...... 87 McCarthy, Molly ...... 115 Saarikivi, liro ...... 58 Vossen, Elisangela ...... 100 McGirc, Sean ...... 43 Saint-Germain, David ...... 94 Walairat, Rattakorn ...... i 107 Metussin, Nadiah ...... 117 Saraf, Arjun ...... 46 Walley, Taryn ...... 67 Metussin, Nadirah ...... 118 Sarna, Chandini ...... 76 Walther, Markus ...... 52 Mhlanga, Sipiwe ...... 61 Saung, May Tun ...... 13 Wang, Jia-Xin ...... 64 Miedema, Stephanie ...... 82 Scott, Martha ...... 25 Westberg, Chary ...... 116 Misra—Godwin, Aditya ...... 117 Seche, Ariel ...... 48 Whipple, Eric ...... 30 Mittal, Mili ...... l 99 Seeberg, Hjalte ...... 70 White, Thomas ...... 117 Modak, Andres ...... 28 Sehgal, Ankush ...... 47 Williard, Thomas ...... 63 Modak, Nimesh ...... 119 Shah, Niraj ...... 71 Woods, Helen ...... 29 Mogensen, Carl ...... 113 Sharma, Priyanka ...... 83 Yoo, Tai Sang ...... 11 Moon, Sae Rae ...... 113 Sharon, Shiran ...... 85 Zaman, Farlhah ...... 99 Mulay, Ameya ...... 113 Shim, Jae-Won ...... 66 Zugic, Branko ...... 84 Myers, Anna ...... 77 Shlomo, ldo ...... 78 Nakamura, Ayumi ...... 107 Shroff, Shireena ...... 115 Nakamura, Keita ...... 75 Shroff, Soraya ...... 37 Neale, Edward ...... 17 Singh, Mandira ...... 60 Artwork Nichani Anupama ...... 57 Singh, Nishant ...... 73 Nietlisbach, Tanja ...... 57 Singh, Zach ...... 11 Nijhawan, Arjun ...... 82 Smawfield, Matthew ...... 90 Bakker, Eline ...... 89 O'Hara, Lauren ...... 101 Smith, Nathan ...... 11 Chi, Samuel ...... 83 O'Paso, Tania ...... 18 Spaeth, Sho ...... 100 Chon, Seung Joo ...... 126 Oberoi, Rahul ...... 36 Stanley, Melinda ...... 124 Jordon, Jessica ...... 96 Olthof, Peter ...... 22 Stephenson, Tanya ...... 99 Karlson, Pehr ...... 4 Paliwal, Ateen ...... 90 Stone, Joy ...... 38 Kato, Shiori ...... 57 Park, Chan—Yi ...... 85 Suda, Hirofumi ...... 120 Laakkonen, Lasse ...... 82 Park, Sung Hwa ...... 25 Sungkhobol, Chaiwat ...... 28 Leighton, Nicola ...... - 94 Perchard, Adam ...... 95 Talbot, Theodore ...... 84 Modak, Andrés ...... 81 Perera, Rejanne ...... 101 Taylor, Parisha ...... 91 Torres, Joy ...... 118 Perschbacher, Ana ...... 22 Tegmo, Christopher ...... 95 Perschbacher, Kirk ...... 22 Tideman, Timothy ...... 120 Pett, Sarah ...... 12 Tonner, Alexandra ...... 8 Pichardo, Cesar ...... 14 Torres, Jeff ...... 24 Price, Rebecca ...... 58 Torres, Joy ...... 93 Radzuan, ldzmil ...... 39 Torres-Petalta, Ticiano..... 39 Rajandran, Malaika ...... 78 Totino, Julia ...... 13 Rajandran, Rowena ...... 111 Udo, Regina ...... 23

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Q William T. Appliance

It was a boring day for William, or as “At least,” Bob admitted to his friends called him, Bob. Anyway, it was himself, “that was what you first thought. a boring day for Bob, but then, it had been But as the routine settled in, the monoto- boring day after boring day for the last ny started to creep up on you. The blank twenty years. Bob was sick. He was sick of wall stared balefully back at you, hour J the kitchen, sick of the counter, sick of the after hour, day after day. Your mind plain, unchanging white wall before him. started to scream. Hang a PICTURE! Heck, he was even sick of his name. Bob. Do something! Do anything! What a boring name. Better than William 'Paint it blue before I short-circuit Toaster Appliance, though. He remem- myself !77 bered, vaguely, how he had felt coming off Then resignation. Bob brought the assembly line, new, stamped serial himself abruptly back to the present. He number hardly set into his black plastic stared curiously at the wall, his vision base. Bob remembered the people on the refreshed by those floating memories of production line shielding their eyes as a long ago. stray beam of light pierced the grimy The wall had lost its menace, and windows of the small out of the way factory, during the long, long days, wild scenes reflecting off his gleaming metal sides, floated across the wall, splashes of exotic blinding them in the glare. colors, places Bob would never see. Bob “Ah, those were the good old days,” knew he must be going appliance senile, Bob reminisced. “When quality counted. a common affliction as an electronic When he was young and new to the world. devise neared the expiration of its war- When the word ‘toast’ was only a word in a ranty. But Bob was willing to let it programmed process.” happen, to see the reality of the longing “These new toasters,” Bob thought in his heart of hearts. Every day the disparagingly, “they have no sense of pictures grew clearer, and Bob’s heart respect for their elders, always think they ached with the beauty of unbounded are superior, what with all their fancy, riches, half-seen hopes. Until finally, chrome plated knobs and multitude of toast- one day, Bob saw the picture clearly. ing options. Not like when he was new, the And knew his most desired longing, a print of his warranty barely dry. Then you dream he had kept secret from even had to work. You had to eam your place himself. He knew his silicon death among the kitchen appliances. These days, approached, but he welcomed it not as an it didn't matter if you toasted evenly on both end, but as a new beginning. His mind sides, you just had to look fancy and new gladly left his gravity bound circuit age, with that recycle triangle slapped dead boards and wandered into a universe of center on your side. Then, even if your toast wonder, free of his electric bonds. He was pure char, it wasn't your fault. Oh, no. saw things never imagined, things that Someone had just been mixed up and never were and never could be. pushed the twelve button sequence in the It was first noticed by the Poster wrong order.” family that the toaster was shot the next “In my day,” Bob ranted, “if the toast morning, when a small fire was put out wasn’t that perfect balance, whoop! out you with the fire extinguisher. The toast was went.” slightly black. What was left was tossed “It meant something to be a toaster!” in the dumpster, maybe a single circuit Bob raved. “ ‘By golly, I’m a toaster and board recognizable. But Bob no longer I’m important! I matter! I could change the needed it. He didn’t even notice. world! Make toast, Will travel!” -David Benefiel

winners and Losers

“Brrrinnnng!” The school bell rang and finally I was off to my track and field practice on the school’s huge field. I absolutely love track, both for the fun and the races we run. This practice was only our sixth and in one week's time, we'd be off to Boston for the All School’s Championship. I was so excited. When I got to practice, everyone was warming up, so I dropped all my school equipment on the ground and started warming up. While I was doing that, someone came up to me and started to talk. “Hi! My name is Judy, and I'm new to the school, and I also made the team," said the girl. “My name is Victoria and, as you can see, I also made the team,” I said delighted. I'm always keen on making new friends. “Do you know how I made the team ——with these.” Judy showed me some steroids that she used. She explainedthat they made her stronger and faster. I was shocked at how this shy girl could use harmful drugs just to make the team. “How long have you taken drugs?" I said in a hushed voice. “Ever since I came here,” she said in a confident voice. “Someone offered them to me and I said O.K. lsn’t it smart to take drugs? At least it makes me ‘cool’ and it’s going to make me the best runner there ever was, don't you agree?” “No, l don’t! It won’t make you the fastest runner there ever was and I, personally, think that people who take drugs are stupid and ‘uncool’!" I shouted. “Well, no one asked you!” Judy shouted back and stomped off to the group that was doing some drills. I followed. That was the end of our “beautiful” friendship. The days were passing as fast as the speed of light. Judy and I weren’t talking to each other after the fight we had had. Actually, I was glad not to be friends with her. She was really on drugs. Finally the day came when she talked to me. lt was three days before the big Championship. I was in the library doing my homework when Judy came up to me. “Hi. May I sit down for a second. I really have to talk to you," she said in a way that made me agree to listen. “What can I help you with?" I asked. “You know the sheet that the track teacher handed out?” “What about it?" “Well, there is a space that asks if I've been taking any sort of drug.” “Judy, you have to tell the truth. You’ve been taking drugs when you shouldn't have taken them." “Do I have to write down the truth? I really want to go to this big race." “Judy, if you don't tell the truth, well, I might have to tell the teacher." Suddenly, Judy got mad. “No one asked you to tell the teacher. It's my business, and no one asked you to put your ugly nose into it. I'm still going, and no one's going to stop me!" After that I never talked to her again in school. ljust asked myself over and over what I had done. A day before we were off to Boston, Judy approached me. “Judy, what do you want? I'm not giving any advice to you anymore.” “I'm not asking for advice. I have made a decision.” “What decision did you make?” “I told the teacher that I took drugs, and she said that I couldn’t go to Boston, and that I needed I help." ' “I'm sorry you can't go, but I'm really proud of you. You did the right thing." “l couIdn't have done it without your help. Thanks." That was the start of a beautiful friendship. After the championship (our school came in second), Judy and I became great friends. At first I thought she was a loser, but I realized she was a winner. -Joya Laha

November 30, 1974: The Diary of Tom Gray Today we found a primate homind. After we discovered the body we We found it at a slope that me and my rushed to camp with pure excitement partner were climbing. When my in our faces because we thought this partner Johanson was walking up the was an amazing find. slope, he stopped, looked and turned around. He looked again and saw a Now our camp was based in part of a fibula. I went down to check Ethiopia in a place called Harder. what was happening. Johanson and I We had set up a couple of tents both looked in amazement. Then we there and that is were we dug. We started jumping with joy because we survived in that placeout of goat. made an amazing discovery. We had all the time a new type of goat. Each goat was cooked in a We decided to call our workers to different style every day. One day start working in that area. They came one of our members got so sick of and started digging and chipping and goat that he didn't eat anything that brushing away. After two hours night. Well, enough about our camp. working in 110 degrees, we found a When we got to our camp site we fibula, some ribs, a rib cage, a pelvis, told everyone in sight about our a pair of jaws, a pair of arms, a magnificent find. That same night we kneecap, also a Iegbone and the last drank beer and talked all night we piece was the neck. We had now didn't even go to bed. We were uncovered an ape like teenage listening to continuous rounds of the woman who was 3.5 feet tall the age song "Lucy in The Sky With of eighteen and who was already a Diamonds." We decided to name our pregnant woman. We found that she primate "Lucy." This was surely an was a woman by studying the pelvis. incredible find. The pelvis was much larger compared to a man. We believed this was the -Julian Ramirez Bierring third ape in the evolution of mankind.

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' But in heart I felt excited about my long trip to the mysterious land of India

— Katrina Klevarova

I laugh, I cry, I think, I feel, I smile, I weep, But who knows why?

I’ve worked, I’ve played, I’ve sighed, I’ve moaned, I’ve lived.... But who knows why?

Whose got the answers? Who wants to know them? Whose got the questions? Who wants to know them?

-Alex Tonner

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.Qife Is .81’/ce... ‘flow I/Je 5/ep/Jan! Qof 9&5 .Bang ‘Trunk A broken rose, snapped at the stem, a dying flame, doused with phlegm, How the elephant got its long trunk? a frozen petal, withered from its rose, Have you ever asked that question? I have, a tired poet, finishing his prose, and this is my theory. a sick musician, writhing with a cough, Jumbo, the elephant, was a very con- a tired mama, telling her son not to scoff, ceited elephant. He would bully everyone in a cracked pearl, lost to the winds, the jungle. Jumbo would steal lollipops from a broken table, with cheap plastic rims, little kids in their carriages, tease animals who a kind thought, badly misunderstood, wore glasses, and trip his elders as they an evil man, hidden under his hood, walked down the street. In school he would a little baby, with a dead mom and dad, take the other kids” lunch money and threaten shows us the world, desolate and sad. to beat them up if they told. He thought he was too cool for everything in the jungle. A small, genuine hope, flying high, One day Jumbo was bothering Mr. a sturdy little flame, refusing to die, Leo, the lion. Mr. Leo did not like being a happy man, infused with life, bugged; so he grabbed Jumbo by the trunk a single handshake; the end of a strife, and swung him around and around. Jumbo°s a young man and woman, falling in love, trunk stretched until it felt like it was going to a twig of an olive tree, in the beak of a dove, snap off. Jumbo”s small trunk became very a man passing away; his life fulfilled, long, as long as a fire hose. a dream coming true, as if it was willed, Jumbo had a long trunk for the rest of a sweet, soft kiss, on a warm sunny day, his life. He felt out of place, but he realized shows us the world, the happy way. that he deserved what happened to him. Now he realized how it was to be different. He was -David Almnes never mean again. When he got married his wife, Mrs. Woobla, and he had many kids. Most of them had very long trunks, but he was not unhappy. He knew that they would understand how it was to be different. That is how the elephant got its long trunk.

.Øbmw -Will Canny

I love to look at flowers, As pretty as they can be, Turning towards the setting sun, Or to the open sea. The Skiers

When I look up in the sky, Four mighty ones, I close my eyes and wonder why, Travelling with the light, The sun and moon are truly high, Find that they are skiing, I wish I could reach with my hand, On a soothing winter night. Above the mountians of the land, Through the clouds and much much more, They twist and turn around, Right up to the moons’ front door To avoid the rocks and stones, I would knock but twice or maybe thrice, The don't want to get hurt, And if no one came at all, They d0n’t want to break their bones. I°d close my eyes and wish again, And hope the sun would call. Finally they come, To a halting stop, - Bonnie Luntzel They are enjoying the view From the second top.

-Vijay Asava

9 Tashik Chini

I woke up to the sound of hands, feet and who knows what else banging on the doors and windows. I could hear my sister and her friend screaming, “Get up! Get up!” “I’m up. I’m up,” I screamed. “Go Away.” But I flopped back down on my pillow. “What on earth was that?” my best friend Lisa asked. “It sounded like World War III out there,” she replied to herself more than anyone else. “No, just our troubled little sister’s giving us our wake up call” I managed to mumble through a yawn. “Gee, they would make good roosters,”replied Lisa, as we both started to drift off to sleep again. I was staying at Tasik Chini, a lake in the middle of Malaysia, and I was just about to go on a jungle trek. After breakfast. we bordered a small old Wooden motor boat and sped across the lake. On some places on the surface of the water there were lumps of brownish green grass, the colour of grass when it had not been watered for months.The water was muddy but not dirty. We reached the end of the main lake and came to a small side river. You could see large trees growing out of the water. You could hear the sound of birds humming and singing, the monkeys swinging in the trees and the sound of enormous brownish orange leaves hitting the surface of the water. When you look at the surface of the Water, you could see a mirror image of the trees j above. We all felt the beauty of our surroundings. At last we reached our destination, the beginning of the jungle trail. We disembarked. l There was an archway made of bamboo. We walked under it and started our trek.There was a trail covered in brown leaves, small twigs and broken branches, oh, and,of course, mud. Suddenly the trail vanished. I mean completely vanished. There before us was the outstretched terrain of the jungle. There was no path cut out, no trail, not even a line in the mud showing us where to go, just the jungle. We all stared in amazement as our guide, an Orang Asli (native Malaysian) took out his parang (a Malaysian knife) and started to chop his way through the jungle. We followed him. The cut path was no wider than me. IfI stretched my arms out a few centimeters, my hands would touch thorns, prickles or pointed twigs. Suddenly Lisa’s father saw something no one wanted to see. A leech ! We charged forward, scratching our arms and legs as leeches crawled up our shoes and into our socks. We walked for what seemed like forever. We finally stopped to have a break. We sat on a huge rock covered in moss. On top of that moss,there was layer after layer after layer of brown rotten leaves, the colour of cocoa powder. We sat down to have a drink. I could feel the taste of cold sweet orange juice run down my throat. The jungle seamed peaceful once more, for one split second until my mother started screaming, “Robert, Help mel” she had stepped in a leech patch and she had a least a dozen leeches crawling on her shoes. We suddenly realised that there were leeches crawling all over us. “Get out of here!” someone screamed. We decided it was better to drink our poppers while we were walking. I was walking behind my sister When she started jumping up and down grasping her knee. I didn’t know what to do. I just stood there as my mother, who was walking behind me, jumped forward and grabbed a frozen popper from her bag and held it to my sister”s knee. Lisa”s father, who was walking behind us, screamed a word I will not say, and soon he, too,

was jumping up and down, grasping his arm. We all realised that whatever__ ».4__x_4_ was h- biting us wanted us to go away; so we all ran off, my mother grabbing my sister”s hand. We walked onwards scratching our arms and legs, feeling leeches climb into our socks and thinking the jungle trek would never end. We came to a burnt hut. The guide told my j father in Bahasa that there were some French people who had lived here and had caught malaria. They were taken to hospital but died anyway. The Orang-Asli, believing the malaria l germs were still about, burnt the house and all the possessions. Not long after I feel behind. I j started to run to catch up when there was a sudden tum in the trail, but it was too late. I landed smash in the bush with my foot in a red ant”s nest. The red ants were biting my feet and j crawling up my legs. I kicked my shoes to the forrest floor, pulled my leggings up to my knee, l 10 ~ 4~——T—r-—y~—_..?._.__}, _

and slapped all the ants away. I continued walking but I soon realised blood was running down my foot. It felt cold and disgusting. I looked down to see a leech latched onto the outside of my sock. I showed Lisa who seemed to have great joy in dissecting it. Finally, after about 5 hr. of being stuck in the jungle, I spotted an opening in the jungle and I knew it marked the end of our jungle trek. There I sat on a log completely exhausted for a few minutes. Then I heard the sound of a motor boat coming in our direction. At last the jungle trek was over. The word over continued to repeat in my head.

-Hannah Richardson

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I am a strong Leopard I am a a fast Ferrari chipmunk a Punk music freak sixties music like the Beatles a hard rock chair l I am a Mango, Madness Snapple I am a bouncy, soft bed a Greek salad a Domino’s Pizza the dullest stone the smallest mountain I am a Forest and a Jungle I am an emerald shining in the sun the one in the night a cat stalking in the night the one with filthy jeans the one who drinks Canada Dry I am a trombone blowing in the light I am a trip to the zoo the colour blue an amusement park. the jeep in the desert green grapes on the vine -Nathan Smith

-Zack Singh

ii gm ...... I I am a dog a maroon dog with an earring. I am lounging in a Lamborgine Countash, in the night listening to rap and rock. I am an orange soda, but a little bit salty in a big city. I am a pair of hard rough jeans with a steel knife hanging out of my pocket. I am a little bit rusty, but some times I can perk up and shine.

-Rishi Reddy l THE VISIT TO THE DENTIST Yesterday I had a terrible toothache so my mother took me to the dentist. After reaching the dentist's, my mother and I waited for about 10 minutes before we were called in. Inside, I sat on a chair and the doctor examined my teeth. Then he told my mother that I had cavities in my teeth. He then cleaned my teeth and told my mother that the cavities had to be filled. Suddenly I felt shocked and scared but the doctor told me that there would be no pain. The doctor began working on my teeth and after half an hour, he stopped. Then he gave me some medicines and told me to take care of my teeth. I came back home and decided to take his i advice. Now I brush carefully twice a day. l -Tai-Sang Yoo

T The Christmas Poem

I spent this Christmas in Delhi, and I spent most of the time eating jelly. But even here it was really nice, with no snow and no ice. My family and I celebrated at home, here in Greater Kailash, all alone. We had huge, beautiful Christmas tree, with stars and angels hanging on it free. We had a delicious Christmas supper, and l can tell you, that it was better than SUPE I got many beautiful presents, from my friends, sisters and parents. We happily celebrated Christmas Eve. l’ll remember this Christmas as long as I live.

— Kristyna Klevarova

How Dogs Got Wet Noses

Once upon Ll time. there was a dog named Jongki who hated her nose. because it was dry. Flies sat on her nose and played there all day because it was dry. She tried to pull her nose off. so she could trade it with someone elses. but she couldn`t. One day. a bee with a powerful sting sat on her nose. She thought it was a fly and tried to rub it off with her leg. Then the bee got angry with her nose and tried to sting it. So she ran away. Since that happened every time she saw a bee. she took a deep breath and stuck her nose into water. She did this 'almost every hour because there were a lot of bees a place where she lived. In the end. because she did this a lot of times. her nose swellcd and that`s how dogs got wet noses.

-Young-Hwan Kim

Me Music I am a lion blue jeans Notes hang in the silence a glass of bitter tequila like their unfinished business Sidestepping the issue I am a Stm; rock trying to have a normal conuerstation a dark clud with thunder in bu' i' d°e5"" WOW' l am also a Petro head Just like euerthing else so she picks up her bags I am a big Aston Maritn DB? A"d leaves' I am also a ticking time bon Everything comes crashing down And the music stops. -Fredrick Kithukurr "Sam"pe"

12 Confused

As my sister told me to go away, I was dumbfounded and bewildered, because she rarely wanted to be alone. I alleged her actions were due to some secret, but was batfled by her ways and still dubious. I went for a walk and met N.J. N.J. faltered and said his mum wanted him home by 6:00 P.M. He was non- committal about her reasons. Instead, he looked pensive and then he purported she was going to a party. I looked at him quizzically and asked him if he were going too, but he was just i

flummoxed. He was acting erratic, so nonplused I walked home. i i i i - Anton Jewla i

My First Two Quarters of Seventh Grade

I wasn't as nervous about starting seventh grade as!I had been when I was going to i begin sixth grade. Starting sixth grade was nerve—wracking because I was starting Middle School. I was sort of happy to start seventh grade because I was no longer going to be under the dominance of two other grades. As excited as I was, I was also daunted about the amount of work given to us. People had told me how hard seventh grade was. They were right! i Seventh grade was worse than sixth grade! So far, I guess that my first quarter was the more odious one. I didn’t have any of my old, close friends in any of my classes except one — science. It took me awhile to get used to my classmates, teachers and even the school. The school had changed a lot during the summer. There were portable classrooms, and more buildings were built or taken down. I had quite a lot of homework for the first day of school. A few weeks later, I started to get tests. They all seemed to take place in one week. It was loathsome! For the first time in my life, I got pop tests and quizzes. They were from Mrs. Goldman and Mrs. Boydell. I also had tons of homework. Sometimes I staggered under the weight of my bag. I gradually got use to the tedious hours of homework and tests lurking in any day. Towards the end of the first quarter, though, it was a lot better. My second quarter was a lot less berserk than the first quarter. The work was harder, but I became accustomed to it. During my first quarter, I made friends in each of my eight periods. I might have been bored during the first week or so, but later, l made a lot more friends than I had in sixth grade. (In sixth grade, I had had almost the same people in each of my classes.) In short, seventh grade wasn’t so devastating second quarter as it had been during the first quarter.

- May Tun Saung

Peace As my ears sting from the slamming guitar, Music, I ask, this is music? i don't think so. Music I can't relate to Dissonance There is so much dissonance I can’t believe anyone listens to this stuff Discord, harmony, no harmony ~ I long for the sound of silence - Julie Totino i

i Nasrv

There was a person named lmllllllll Loathsome. He had an appalling face and always scoffed at people. When he was full of rancor, he had a hideous voice. Everyone despised him except Odious, his best friend. Odious was an insidious person and always smirked at everyone. They both were ,....—\ treacherous and condescending. They talked to people malevolently and disdainfully. That way they had no friends at all.

-‘Joon-Wan Kim

A Conversation

“Hey, guys, do you want to hear about my peculiar day?” Fred asked. l “Yes, if it is an exuberant story,” vocalized Tim. “No, I don’t,” John disagreed, “I despise listening to stories that have a lot of ecstasy in them." “Hey, look here,” Fred declared indignantly, “I just asked if you wanted to hear about my dubious day!” l “No, I want to hear about a blissful day,” Tim articulated. “Well, I love ironic days,” John asserted wryly. Fred replied, because you guys are so baffling, I won't tell you about my bizarre and pensive day." “Fine,” Tim stated, “but first you have to show me how ebullient you are, then I will feel heady and see if your day was idyllic.” “Never mind!” Fred said.

- Cesar Pichardo

‘7(ap4u'n£/A/5, ls...

This is a jovial paragraph about a boy named Rahul. As he was a very avid soccer r ` fan, he was in ecstasy when I bought tickets for us to go to the game. He was so blissful, he did a flip in gratification. The amenities were idyllic at the stadium. Rahul was very jovial when the game finally began. It got really heady towards the end. Our team needed one goal to win. “Yes!” screamed Rahul. “That was the most wry shot I’ve ever seen! We're going to win!” We did win, and the crowd was euphoric and exuberant. After the game, The streets were filled with ebullient people.

-Bradley Forrest

l l l i? i Delhi at Christina SPOOKY House

I stayed at home in my lovely, elegant One day a woodcutter called Woody house with my ignorant, troublesome brother found an old house which was located in who was mumbling because he was bored. I deep, deep forest. He found this old house told him not to worry about being bored and when he was cutting a huge tree deep, deep in he started punching me with his knuckles. I the forest. He went in. The house seemed told him stop kicking me or else we wouldn’t spooky. There was nobody there. He went go anywhere and our parents had told us we further and further into the house. Then he could go to the fun and food village. heard a sound, woooooohooowooooo~! It When we got there, we started to play with sounded like a ghost crying. He felt his heart the polo trooper. This thing was o.k. but pounding like mad. He started to mn towards scary. When we were on the ferris wheel, the the door. When he reached the door, the door chair was hard. I had to sit with my brother closed. and another boy. When we were on it I Suddenly, he went beserk and leaned over his shoulders and started scream- screamed all around the house. Then he saw a ing in his ear because he was kicking me. I ghost with black eyes, a red mouth which was asked him many times if he wanted to hear dripping blood, and no arms or legs. The me scream. Since he didn't know how to ghost was flying just below the ceiling. l speak English, I screamed at him. Woody fainted. Later, I stepped on a rocky rock that The light was turned on and Woody l made me trip onto the same , chubby boy heard someone talking. He woke up. He saw a and made him cry. This time he ran away video man, a manager and an actor dressed up Crying. I went on a ship that went swaying as a ghost. The manager told Woody not to here and fro. A boy about the size of my interrupt the scene in which a ghost appears in sister quite small also had that mischievious an old house. Now, Woody knew that the look on his face started making funny faces ghost wasn’t real. The old house was a film at me. I started screaming and talking about set. his faces and he walked away. I rode on many rides but the ferris wheel was the best. That was the only day in Delhi during the -Jong Kyoung Kim winter holidays that was fun.

-Fadzly Kamilan

DROWNING

Sinking,sinking deeper into the the water I can't breath! Everything’s dark except for a blur of white above me. AirII need air! My lungs are starting to explode! I am starting to separate myself from my body. I swallow water and taste... Soap? Soap! I open my eyes and realize...I”m in a bathtub!

-Mara Deslate

15 Being Bored For No Reason

Sometimes you have this weird feeling that you are left alone but x realize that you really aren’t alone. You are around people especially your x friends, but you still feel alone and bored. You may be either sitting or x standing, doing completely nothing or doing something, but still you feel bored. Looking at everyone else who is around you, you see happiness. x Just looking at them is boring to you. It is better than not doing anything x but sitting there. x One of your friends might come up to you, asking questions. Maybe he’ll notice that you are bored and might try to make you smile or x laugh. Well, you'll probably be thinking,”What’s my friend trying to do? x Is my friend dumb or what?” Instead of answering him, you’11 probably x just look at him. x -Mark Klinger x x x x x

74 Sad ‘Zap

I was on a fateful trip in Africa with my AES science class. We were preparing for an exam we would take one year later. One day, my friend and I traveled to an island to prowl for that day’s dinner. We discussed how we should prowl on the island, but we quarreled with x each other. Thus my friend walked away from me. Suddenly, I heard the voice of my friend. I had a light in my hand, and I ran to find her. She was lying in a cave without a sound. “Hey, are you OK?” She didn’t answer. “Hello? Hello?” She had died. She had deserted me. She had gone. I was forlorn. When I left that cave I found a board which said “Be Wary of This l Cave! Don’t Enter!” I got a shock because if she hadn’t entered, she w0uldn’t have died. That cave was a dangerous area. After that, I went back to my country and read a book about that island. The book said:

There is a cave. It looks like a nice cave, but if one person enters, that person is going to die. If two people enter, nothing will happen, but we suggest you d0n’t go there. It is a place to die. Since then, I dream about that day very day. My exam was good, but I ’m not going back to that island anymore. I can’t ever see my friend again.

-Aya Koshinaka x x x x 16 Vacation 1996: The Best and the Worst

I went on many fun vacations in 1996. The best one. however. was the trip that I went on to Hong Kong. I went over the Thanksgiving break with my father. We went to Hong Kong instead of Goa. and you will see how joyful I was about that in the following paragraph. When we arrived in Hong Kong. I thought that it was one of the most beautiful places I had ever seen. I was not used to seeing all the skyscrapers and a clean. modern city as I had lived in India for so long. In Hong Kong, my father and I went on shopping escapades and visited many sights of the city. When it was time to leave. I was extremely sad. I did not want to go back to the poverty and dirt of New Delhi. My worst vacation was 'almost definitely the trip to Goa. When I arrived at the Goa airport, I was excited because many people had told me it was fun. Instead. I arrived in the fly- plagued. dirty airport. When we got into our transport to the hotel. I was glad to see that it had air conditioning and was fairly inodern. I was soon to realize that this was going to be the closest I was going to get to civilization. At the hotel. which was also infested with flies. my brother and I went down to the beach but were only greeted by crows. picking out eyeballs of thousands of dead fish. and. helicopters looking for the latest undercurrent victim. My brother and I stayed indoors the rest of the holiday. occasionally goiog to swim in the pool. The trip back to the airport was even worse than the trip to the hotel. There was a three to four hour holdup on the road. and our car did not have air conditioning. Eventually we got to the airport and waited two hours because of a delay. When I got home to my room in New Delhi. I was glad to see civilization. I will never go on a trip like that again.

-Edward Neale

Boredom

Jason and David sat aimlessly on the couch on a prosaic Friday night. oblivious of the world outside. As they sat in apathy, David had an idea. "Hey, let`s do - something." "Sure. whatll" Jason said with feigned interest. "Let`s order Domino's." “You do it. I”m feeling tacitum." “Let's go to a disco." "No. I`m too lethargic. Discos are tedious anyway." "Let`s go to Garth`s house and be complacent." "Yeah. Garth`s house is placid and yet not monotonous. It stands aloof from all our other friends” houses. You call Garth and tell him." "Nooooooooooooooooool I don`t want to get up yet. Hey. John, get me the phone." “No way. Get it yourself!"

-John Hemming

17 A Three-Wayconversation

“Good afternoon, your majesty. Good afternoon my princess,” said the cook full of commotion. “What would you like for dinner today?” The blissful princess jumped briskly onto her father’s lap. “Let’s have pudding!” she said merrily. “It has been solong since I ”ve had pudding that I have almost forgot how it tastes. It would be such a delightful thing if we could have pudding for dinner.” “Well, my dear Betsy, we can’t have pudding for dinner,” stated the king. “But Father!” shouted Betsy. “Your majesty, could I say something?” asked the cook quizzically. Without waiting for the answer he went on, “It would be quite nice to make a pudding. I would certainly do it will- ingly, but how am I going to make a pudding if the only thing I can cook is spaghetti? Still, I might give it a try.” “No, we are not having pudding!” the king said in a confident voice. “Oh, please, just for once?” asked the princess hopefully. “Well, well, what's this quarrel about?” asked the queen in a foul way as she walked into the room. She was a strange looking woman; no one ever imagined a queen looking like she did. “Mother, could we please have pudding for dinner today? I will be jovial for the rest of my life,” stated the princess, ignoring the queen”s question. “Good afternoon, my lady. I’m not sure what’s happening here, but if I ever knew, I must have forgotten it,” said the dubious cook, answering the queen”s question. “Why are you always so forgetful?” shouted the queen in a loathsome voice. She went on raising her dingy hand, “I would like to have some pudding...” “N0, we are not having pudding! It is bad for our health,” said the king firmly. The cook leaned against the wall, trying to look inconspicuous. The king turned towards Betsy and said, “Be buoyant, my child, we can’t always have what we want.” The queen took a step forward with her grimy feet, dragging them in an uncouth manner. “I've got an ideal” the cook exclaimed. “You will all be ecstatic to hear this. Why don”t I make a bowl of spaghetti since I know how to do that, and I”ll try making pudding so you can have it for desert!”

-Tania 0’Paz0

Summer Fun and Boredorn

A lot of things A lot of things A lot of things to do In the summer. You could be going swimming With friends and famly See movies With your Girlfriends and Boyfriends. = And PARTIES! ! l l l !! A lot of things A lot of things A lot of things to do. BUT Don”t stay home Do nothing BORING!!!!!!!!!

- Ikram Damit Top Secret With The President

It was the last school day before the spring break. The students were being given a homework to research on something and present a report. There was to be an exhibition of all the projects after the vacation and the best project was to win a golden trophy. They were interested because once a student gets an award, the teachers also gets one for teaching so well. And Mrs.Greak had never got one! Mrs.Greak shouted, “Peggy what are you going to research on?” “Umm, I am going to work on an ant farm,” answered Peggy. Mrs.Greak looked dissatisfied. “Oh, no, you’ve been doing that every year. Okay, Now what about you, Allen?” she asked gently. - “Mrs.Greak I have a great idea, which will surely win the golden trophy.” The whole class started laughing. Mrs.Greak, who was also laughing, asked, “So what’s your idea?” “Mywonderful idea is to work on human photosynthesis,” Allen said. Mrs.Greak was surprised. “Human photosynthesis? That’s impossible!” That’s the most amazing thing I've ever heard!” she said. “Why?” Allen asked “We have sunlight and water like plants. So why can't we photo- synthesize?” “No, you have to do a project on lipstick. That’s your research topic.” While he was coming home, Allen thought, “Lipstick? Huh! who’s going to do it? And what did she mean impossible? Nothing is impossible.” He ran to the library to do some study on the subject. “Hummmmm” he said, “A plant has water, carbon dioxide and chlorophyll and animals have water, carbon dioxide and hemoglobin. So the only problem is to change the hemoglobin into chlorophyll.” At home he told his grandfather, “Grandpa, I want to discover human photosynthesis.” “Oh that’s cool!” grandpa said. “But my teacher said it’s impossible,” Allen said in sad voice. “Not at all,” said grandpa, “I will tell you a story. In a gold factory, a worker put a sandwich in some liquid gold by mistake. He thought that he would be fired but that gold was much better than the others. So he told the factory master that he had put a sandwich in the gold. They found that the chlorine that was in the cheese made the gold better. So what I am saying is that sometimes a daft idea may lead you to a great thing” At night he remembered his grandfathefs words, “Sometimes a daft idea leads you to get a great thing’. Let’s think, think. Oh, I ate a cheese sandwich today! No. No, not that! Oh god, Peggy! Peggy's ant fann. That stupid, farm... farm....Yeah! That°s right, the chemistry formula that will help. Oh yes! He took a chemistry book and found that the formula of Chlorophyll is C H O Mg. Hemoglobin is C H O N Fe. “S0, magnesium is the thing I have to eat!” he shouted. Then he took an old dictionary and found that the foods that have magnesium are nut,cereal,walnut, liver.... ”What, liver? Disgusting! Yuk, I hate liver,” he said. He put nuts, cereal, walnut and a little bit of a liver in the mixer. Then he drank it. In the moming, he wasn't hungry, nor even at lunch. But later, having eaten so little, he was dying of hunger. Then, he thought liver was the solution and so he put a whole liver into the mixer and drank it. ”Disgusting! I can’t drink any more!” he said. At night he was so thirsty he went to the bathroom to drink water. “I didn’t thought water was that tasty,” he said to himself. Then he looked up. His face was green. He shouted, “I”ve done it! I”ve got it!” Allen`s parent came to the bathroom and said, “Oh my god!” but his grandfather said, “Good, y0u’ve got it!” The next day, when he went to school Mrs.Greak said, “What’s that green paint on your body?”

19 Next day, when his mother went to the market, Allen ran to the hotel in which the president was staying. He knocked at the door. “What? A boy!” said the man who opened the door and surprised. “It’s not paint. I have become a plant,” he said. “Oh rubbish! You, don’t come to school until you erase that paint. Now, leave!” Allen was angry. Two days later, he saw the President in the newspaper helping Africans. The President said that if anybody wanted to help then he or she should come to the group called ‘Peace’. Allen started to write a letter to the President . “My name is Allen. Are you the president?” Allen asked. “No, I ”m his secretary. Mr.Saker. So what’s your idea?” Mr.Saker asked. “Look at my body. It ‘s green and I”m a plant!” Allen said “What? You are a plant?” Mr.Saker asked “Yes. So my idea is to make poor people plants so that they don’t have any problem with foods,” Allen said. Then Mr.Saker called a scientist to check him and he was right. Even the scientist didn’t know what it was. “Allen this is has to be secret because, when all the people become plants, they won't have to work and they won”t need to eat. So what will happen to the economy? The first indus- try of we Americans is food. And they will lose their jobs. So this is a secret. A Top Secret with the President”.

-Chong-Seok Kang

æ FLIGHT 205 æ

As I sat in the airport waiting for my plane back home to boring India, I watched a little kid playing with his toes as he spat on his brother. Iknew that nothing would ever compare to the coolest vacation I had ever had, just surfing, eating good food and partying, but I was wrong. I looked at my family and smiled as I thought about all the fun we had this summer. Then a guy finally said over the intercom,“Flight 203 to Indonesia with destinations to India and London now boarding. Sorry for the five hour delay.” As we got up and walked to the gate, I knew something was wrong. Maybe it was the crowd of people outside the plane or maybe it was just that my back was hurting so much from sitting so long. I woke up from my cramped seat on the plane just as a big gorilla grabbed my nose saying, “I have your nose. I have your nose.” I thought that was a very wild dream. That was when I knew something was not right. The emergency lights were on and the stewardesses were running around like angry ants. My dad said, “Get up Eli, we are going to make an emergency landing on the water. Put your life vest on and brace yourself. Make sure your seatbelt is fastened. Okay, just be calm.” This all was a little strange for me. So I did what he said and blinked a bit then, “Smash.” We must have hit the water, I thought. My dad said, “Come on,” as he pulled and held all my family together. We were pushed and shoved as we made our way to the emergency exit getting into the life boat. The boats already had people in them. This all was happening so fast, but I tried to keep up. In the life boat, I noticed it was raining. It was dark and Waves were all around us, smashing me in the raft as they hit the plane. My dad said, “Get down.” I was jumping to the floor when a man, who was crying, hit me. To my surprise, I found myself in the water. My dad jumped for me, but they had already cut whatever supported the life raft from the plane. At that moment a big wave came and separated us; so I couldn't see dad anymore. I tried swimming for them, but then something grabbed me and held tight. I was about to go crazy with fear and frustration when something hit me on the back of my head and I went cold. I found myself on a beach with the sun buming down on me. I had eight gallons of sea water in my mouth, an extreme pain on the back of my head and a beautiful girl with her face in the sand still holding my life jacket. I quickly lifted her face out of the sand and checked to see

20 if she was alive. She was alive but unconscious, breathing unevenly and heart beating irregular- ly. I didn’t know what to do other than to put her in the shade and look for help. So I did, and I wrote in the sand, “Hi I hope you feel okay. I went for help and will be back soon.” I walked about a mile or so down the beach and found out kind of fast that we were alone on an island: a small tropical island with nothing in view but water and more water. I picked up the few pieces of luggage that had floated ashore and brought them back to where the girl was. I made a sort of camp with palm tree leaves for a roof and with dead palms for a floor and walls. The hut looked like a squirrel's nest, but it was dry, clean and would keep out wind and rain. As I went in towards the middle of the island, climbed a hill and looked off the top of a big tree, I saw the black storm that probably crashed our plane. I saw nothing but water and the storm moving farther away. It was getting dark, and the hut would have to do for now. I ate a coconut that I cut open with my knife and a rock, but I was still very hungry. I was too tired to do anything about it so I carried the girl into the hut. I went to sleep thinking we were the only people for miles. I woke up. It was already mid-day, and I wasn't feeling that well. The aches and pains in my fingers and back told me how hard I had worked the day before. I also felt sorry for the girl. I guess because I was almost sure she would be dead when I tumed over. But when I finally got the courage to tum over, I saw nothing there at all but palm leaves. I got up and ran outside, and there she was sobbing quietly as she looked through the five bags I had pulled to shore. I came up to her, and she looked at me and gave me a huge hug as she cried. When she managed to stop crying she said, “I thought you were dead because, when I grabbed onto you, you were lifeless.” She also managed to say her name was Katy as she thanked me for helping her stay alive. I told her what had happened and how we were on a deserted island with nothing in sight. We were on that island for about two weeks. It wasn't that bad, except we c0u1dn’t stop dreaming of real meat because fish was getting old. We leamed to like it there, and we got along with each other. We got food and upgraded our hut which by now had become a two story tree house with a sort of basement. Everything was great; we would wake up late and read one of the many books that we had found in the suitcases, work hard and go to bed early. But one day things went a little differently. We woke up like an average day and ate our wonderful coconuts. Then we went out fishing at our favorite spot and started talking about the music we loved so much. Then, out of nowhere, came a dot on the horizon. A fishing boat we thought at first or was it a whale? But, when it got closer, we saw the smoke pouring out the top and heard the noise that broke the silence. The loud engine and the men talking broke the silence we so loved. At that point, we knew our heaven on earth had ended. As the boat got closer, we could hear the men saying, “Hey you, this is a private island.” How could they say that about our island ? But we just said, ”We are passengers from flight 203.”

-Eli Keenen

WEEP

AS the tears begin to Seep I want to ask god to take me from here Through and around my eye’s But just as I’ve feared It comes as no surprised He can not hear, that I have begun to weep. For I can not speak I am much to weak. The drops run down my face With an unusual amazing grace. I can only bow my head and weep. As my face becomes a place Of bitter sorrow full of disgrace. .Nick Kinnett

21 l My Dog’: Dead!

My d0g’s DEAD! This is how it happened. My dog was named “Tigr” by my little brother. Tigr was about seven months old and he had golden fur. He was not just my little both- er’s dog, even though Simon was the one who wanted him. Tigr was our family”s dog, including our driver. Tigr was one of the most playful puppies I have ever known. Though my little brother hardly ever played with him, even though he was the one who Wanted a dog. When any of us told him to play with the dog, he would only play for a few minutes, give him a few doggy i biscuits and then he would go off to watch a movie. The person who played with him the most was my driver. i The day before his death I played for hours after I had finished my homework. The day my dog died I was in school. All I heard was that he was hit by a car and my driver saw the l whole thing. After it had happened, my driver got in the car and chased the killer but did not catch him. l My little brother cried for a little bit but not as much as I did when I got home. In the end we buried him in the vegetable patch and I call it “The Cabbage Patch.” He will rest there l forever or until someone builds a house and stumbles upon him.

-Peter Olthof

All About Dogs Prairie Dogs

People say that dogs are man’s best friend, There once was a Prairie Dog, but some dogs bite and that’s not a happy Whose favourite qlace was a rotten old log. sight. So, if you like dogs, read this and take He was rather bright, my advice: Not all dogs are nice. But was terribly afraid of night, So he spent the night in a bog. I’ve got a dog, His name is Fred. Tropical Birds He likes to sleep on my bed. There once was a tropical bird, and play with my head. Who was really quite the nerd. He just couldn’t fly In the morning, Though he would try and try When he gets up, When he found he was quite fond of the cat’s purr hair, mud and droolings are what I clean up. Playful Dog

In the Afternoon, There once was a young playful dog, He plays with Ted. Who always lived in a fog. Then he goes back to sleep on my bed. Though he was very nice So that's my dog Fred. he was never concise For with his master he could not jog

-Kirk Perschbacher _Ana Perschbacher

22 How Cats and Dogs Were First Made

Zeus and the other leading gods were sitting having a discussion when suddenly Ares ran into the room and sat down. “Have you heard about the mortals? Two of the best magicians are having a fight. They have been threatening each other with two-headed giants and many other ugly beasts. You should come and see, Zeus, I’11 show you!” Ares said, breathing as though he had been running all the way there. “We will come, just wait. First sit down and we will discuss the important problems that have come up,” said Hera to her son, Ares, firmly. When the group finally had finished discussing, they followed Ares to the place the mortals had been fighting and sat down. The magicians had made so many beasts that their whole garden was full. l “Excuse me,” interrupted Zeus, “but wou1dn’t it be wiser having smaller things fight each other. I mean, so they wouldn't take up so much room.” “That is an excellent idea,” said one of the magicians, “I think we should do that too. In this fightI will surely show that I am the most powerful magician.” l The other magician agreed on this. So off they went making beasts that could fight each other. They started with beasts like germs and later made ants and beetles. They kept on making spells until it was night. They went to bed and woke up early in the moming to cook up some terrible spell to put on each other. Now they no longer fought With only animals but by putting spells on each other too. In the morning the magicians had come up with two very strange creatures. One they called a dog. This animal was much more powerful than the other one. The one they called cat, and it had the ability to climb trees and gracefully walk over small hedges. Both animals were fantastic! The only bad thing about them was that they made such a racket that Zeus woke up. “What is that noise so early in the morning” Zeus exclaimed. He was not in a good l mood in the moming. “Nymphs!” Three nymphs came running in, “Yes, Zeus, what can we do for you?” “Would you please go outside and see what that noise is? It is giving me a headache.” “Yes, we will tell whoever it is to be quiet.” they promised. But when they went outside and saw these two magnificent creatures, they just stopped and looked in amazement. “Why is there still so much noise?” Zeus said as he came out. When he saw the two animals, he, too, stopped and looked in amazement. i “We could use these animals, Zeus,” said the nymphs at the same time. “Yes, they could be kept in homes and they would make lovely presents. Stop fighting immediately. We want to keep these animals as they are. You both are the mightiest magicians of all mortals. Nymphs, take these animals inside but keep them apart so they don`t start fighting again” said Zeus. The nymphs took the cat and dog inside, happy that they were gentle creatures and wouldn't bite. The two magicians, happy to have Zeus's approval, left to go back to their homes. Everyone of the gods loved the creatures, and they raised many more different kinds of both dogs and cats. These animals were great things to have as pets.

-Regina Udo

l 23 l l l

The Escape From Bermuda

“Run, run man! Bullet speed baby. You ain’t fast enough,” Josh screamed as we ran on the hot runway.

Josh and I are Canadian orphans. We don’t know our parents. But relatives who write to us tell us about them and who we and our parents are. We are here right now in Bermuda in an orphanage near the city. We were dropped off here when I was 6 months old and when Josh was 2 and one half years old (that is what the letters from my uncle said). We hate this place after living here for about 12 years and we want to escape because of the vituperative orphan keepers who punish us all the time.

Today, (July 2, 1980) Josh drew a layout of the orphanage on a piece of paper. We studied it and came up to a conclusion of waking up at 2 A.M. and going out the kitchen's side door, and taking a long 2 kilometer walk or run to the airport which would take about one and a half hours.

We silently tip-toed through the halls while the other orphans were sleeping at 2 or 30’c1ock, by my watch. We brought with us four slices of bread, the letters, the pictures they sent, and some fifty cent coins which was also given to us with the letters. We silently unlocked the screen door and the Wooden door and made a run for it.

We got at the airport parking lot at 4 A.M. It was a hard run and we felt nearly dead. We went to the information table and found out that a flight to the U.S. of A was going to leave at 9 or 10 A.M. We walked around the airport and made sure the guard was not looking. Soon, we found a ripped open part of a metal fence and went in. We looked for the runway and sat on the small lawn beside it. We slept for about two hours.

It was hard sleeping because of all the noise, but we soon woke up for good and ate the bread we brought. At exactly 9 or 10, a plane was getting ready for takeoff. The plane,

which was a small one, sped on the hot runway. We ran as fast as we could and when we i realized that the wheel hatch was over us, we jumped like pumas catching their prey. Then, Josh and I secured ourselves that we would not fall out.

While the altitude increased, my ears got clogged because of atmospheric pressure. l In about three minutes, when I thought we were in the heavens, the wheels of the plane came in. I almost got crushed when they came but Josh took off his shirt, rolled it up like a 1 eushion and put it against my chest.

The flight took about six hours and we were numb and cold. At one point, we thought we would never make it. Suddenly, the wheel hatch opened and we landed. Josh and I got off when the plane slowed down. We went and looked around and saw a sign:

WELCOME TO CUBA! l knew we made a big mistake because we d0n’t like Cuba at all!

-Jeff T

24 The Bermuda Triangle I Remember Sometimes, The Bermuda triangle is located to the when l’m walking in the forest, east of Florida. If any ship or plane goes into I remember him, they always get lost. More than 100 that area, and the tears come to my eyes. planes and shipshave literally vanished into Its as if he was there, and more thin air, most of them since 1945, near me, than 1,000 lives have been lost in the past 26 but when I look around, years without a single body or even a piece he's not. found . Even a scuba diver of wreckage being Sometimes, got lost in the Bermuda triangle. I feel his hand in mine. This conversation is one which an He's always there, airplane and a control tower had: whirling around, Tower! This is an emergency! We “Calling taking care of everybody, seem to be off course. We can't see the land who once repeat.....we can’t see the land.....” loved him. “What is your position?” And even if I can’t see him, “We are not sure about our position. We even if he's gone forever, seem to be lost” i know that, “Assume bearing due west” one day, “We don’t know which way is west.- in another world, is wrong and strange..... even ....everything l’llsee him again. the ocean doesn’t look as it should and my -Lucile Martin both our compasses are out..... ”The conversation stopped. Some people have escaped and they ¢%E5lE$€$ENUTE{E€3 have said that everything appeared strange to IE@EE@MBE§ them. Everybody who has escaped from the says “I haven’t felt like this Bermuda triangle, Mr. Smedly is a strange-looking man. before.” Even now, they don’t know anything He has tangled, matted hair that looks as if it about the Bermuda triangle. has never been cut and a large, red nose. He is usually seen attired in his dead wife’s petti- -Sung Hwa Park coat, baggy trousers, a sleeveless jacket and a splotched bobble hat. On his huge feet he Wears dainty dancing shoes with roughly patched ends. Chances Mr. Smedly also has very strange habits. He lives in an old, ramshackle castle, Gentle, crystal clear Waves, but he can't afford to have it repaired because Topped with creamy white foam, he hasn’t got a vocation. He chews carrots all Glide into shore. day long and spends most of his time planting Bringing coins, which he hopes will grow into bigger Gleaming pebbles, amounts of money. If he sees anyone, he Softened by the rythmic pounding of the always tums and runs away and then does not waves. come out of his house for three days. Every The possibilities they bring with them, time that there is a new moon, he has a Glowing on the shore, tantrum and imprudently throws everything of One cannot move fast enough his dead wife”s out of the house. Then he To pick up all the pebbles. spends the next few days putting it all back Gather a bursting handful, again and crying. He is often ridiculed by the And wait for the next wave. children who live close by, but he seems oblivious of them.

-Ariel Seche and Shelia Gordon -Martha ‘Scott

25 9 gazed ‘Upon ...... I looked into a mirror, I gazed upon my face, I gazed upon the beauty of the human race. But the face I saw wasn”t my face, The eyes I saw weren't my eyes, They were human eyes that hid all the sadness, all the pain, and all the lies, All hidden behind those dark, dark eyes. The clock is ticking, You never know when, You never when your life will come to an end.

-Caroline Allen

9am...

I am a black panther underneath a midnight sky. I am a red ruby ring sitting on a soft arm chair. I am a new pair of jeans and a short t-shirt. I am a chocolate milkshake or a vanilla sundae. I am a Porsche driving down an empty beach. I am me ...... just a girl who lives life and lets it be.

-Jennifer Fahnestock

lucid pbrases

wait, edit before you speak, you only have a moment, forever to think... after damn, you missed it maybe silence said it all No- always the histrionics of tomorrow to long to wait- another pause... Go! cold, fast, lucid phrases? no...stupidity

At least silence doesn’t mock for eternity.

-Nick Atwood

26 ‘Zine waning flloon

Selene was the goddess of the moon. And she was very beautiful, but she never got married. She had no mother or father to advise her or to tell her what to do. But she didn't need anyone to tell what to l do or how to do it. She was not only beautiful but intelligent as well. Her cousin Eos was the goddess of the stars. She was also very beautiful and they were best friends. The only problem was that Eos was vain. She thought too much of herself and her own beauty. One day when Selene was visiting her cousin Eos, she was very surprised, for her cousin was going to have a baby. “Come in,” she said, ‘‘I have good news. I am going to have a baby.” Selene walked in and saw her cousin lying down. “Where is Artemis? Didn't she say that she was going to come when you were going to have a baby?” asked Selene. Artemis was Selene’s sister. “Artemis, what about Artemis? I need to talk to you Selene. My child shall take over your position and will be god of the moon. I am certain.” “You can go to your sister Artemis and ask her for help, what do I care." Selene was hurt and upset. Selene didn’t know what to do. It wasn’t fair. “l’llthink of something,” said Selene and she went back home. Selene told her brothers the four winds, and they almost destroyed the earth, until l Prometheus couldn’t not bear to see his people dying like that. He asked the four winds, “Why are you l doing this?” They replied, “Selene is upset. We are doing it for her. Haven't you seen the moon hasn’t l come up for a long time?” “No, l have not,” said Prometheus. "Why is she upset ?” l The four winds told him, and Prometheus was so angry. “l'll tell Zeus. He’ll think of someth- mg.” Zeus was astonished when he heard what Prometheus had to say. He decided he had to meet Eos. Soon after Zeus went to meet Eos. Eos welcomed him and gave him wine to drink, for she did not know why he had come. Zeus soon got to the subject of Eos’s baby overtaking Selene. Eos was angry that Zeus knew. “You should not know, stay out of this Zeus.” “You must not do this. l am angry. Eos you must never do this. For your punishment, your child will be mortal.” Eos was too astonised. She couldn‘t speak. “No,” she said, “you must not do this." I will not let you. Go away, Zeus, leave me alone." Zeus left but kept his promise, and her child was mortal. She tried to make him immortal, but she didn’t succeed. But her child became the god of the moon. Q Zeus thought, since Eos did not obey, that her child should not get food every day. So that is why the moon becomes thinner and thinner everyday. When it's full, he has eaten; when it's thin, he hasn’t eaten. -Sheetal Kumar

e Que day therefiivasababy whoiiked adventurefI-yíervsrasonríyefoiir years oldi Her ~~ a went out of the house and wassearching for tigers. He walked for five kilometers and found a"'sma‘iI tiger. He was Wary of it till he got it. The tiger? s»mother came and the baby started to quarrel with her; Suddenly, he pushed the tiger and took the small tiger L and started torun. Then heustarted to prowl for turtles. He founda h 011S€:£hatW£1S_ deserted and slept inside onthat fateful night. He thought he had lost his parents and he i i , feltforlorn. Heeforgot to putthe small tigCI‘ iI1_hiSbagLSo (the tiger, ate hi»m 1ef1;, gg i i l -Hammad Al:H.ammadi e. l l 27

i 'WWE ÆÅINÉNWENT MAN A man came in the shop. When he saw that nobody else was in the store, he took a gun As I walk through the street with no out of his pocket and pointed it at me. money at all, I was wondering where to get “Hand me all your money!” he some money. So when I went passed a shop- demanded. ping store I saw a sign on the window saying, “Okay,” I said to him as I reached for “Help wanted” I went into the manager’s the money in my pocket. “Here, take this. office to get work. He gave a job to me as a Ten dollars is all I got with me right now.” i cashier. “No, I d0n’t want your money. I want the The next day I came to the shop and I money inside that box,” he said as he pointed l saw that the steel door was closed. I went the gun at the box. l closer to look at the opening time on the glass “Here, take the box and the key,” I door. The shop opened at ten o'clock. So I said while giving them to him. l took a walk along the street. When I looked “Thank you,” he said and shot me i at my watch and saw that it was five minutes with his gun. Then he walked out. to ten o”clock, I started walking back to the “Please don't go. You must shoot me shop. While I was walking next to the shop I more so I will die with pride,” I said to him saw the manager waiting for me at the front quickly. door. When I reached there, the manager told “Okay, if you wish,” He said and shot me to go inside and he showed me the counter me again. I was supposed to work at. He also told me My heart beat was getting slower and that I have to be in the shop by eight o'clock slower. I took a last breath and said, “Thank and come in by the back door to help him set f you. 97 up the shop I thought that the job was hard but it —Chaiwat Sungkhobol was not. All I needed was math so that I could count the money and to tell the prices. But to add all the price for the customer I let modem technology handle it. I have been in this shop for ten .Æ Watqyz .fraoø minutes and still the people have not come to buy anything. About five more minutes had passed when a person came. He bought many The waves crash and crumblc on the shore things. In the olden days, the cashier needed Surrounded by a wall of green l to press many buttons for the price and the They crush against the great quantity, but now the silicon chip does every- Black rocks thing for you. All you do is to get the bar Spraying in all directions code on the side of the item and slide it across Into a misty, blue space the laser beam. The first time I was slow but as time passed by I got better. My head breaks the icy cold surface l A year had passed by. On one normal Only to by pushed back down by a force day when I was waiting for the bus to get to An iron fist work a flower pot fell from the window and Cold blue seeps in through my mouth landed on my feet. When I got on the bus a A creeping death lady with a water bottle spilled water on me accidentally because the bus stopped. When I My body engulfed in blue doom reached the store I tripped because my shoe- Then peaceful and ending blackness laces were untied. When I got to my counterl Down was thinking about what my next serious Down accident would be. I thought of this because Down when I was young my mom went with me to Down the fortune teller and he told my mom that Down to a watery grave. when three accidents happen in the same day there will be a fourth one, but that fourth time -Andrés Modak it would be serious.

28 How the Earth Got Its Women

The God Zeus was unhappy with the men of Crete. (auth0r’s note: There were no women at this time.) He had no idea how to punish them, all of them; so that there would be no one unaffected. He finally decided to create something that was unlike a man but was needed for survival. So, basically, you could not live without it, but you could not live with it either. After deciding the what the personality should be like, he wondered what his creation should look like. lt should be tall and beautiful, he mused to himself. It will ofcourse look human so it attracts men.... Just then Aphrodite,the goddess oflove, walked in. She was almost all he was looking for, tall, long blond hair, blue eyes that enchanted all that looked in them. The person who had looked in her eyes fell in love with her. Thinking to himself, I need a challenge for men. Yes, she will be accustomed to the sins of life: envy, greed, sloth, anger, hatred, revenge and gluttony. He knew she would cause problems. Chuckling, he asked her if she would help him, “I need you to breathe love into this new breed I’m making, humans.” She nodded at him knowing not to defy the father of the gods. “Yes, Father Zeus, I will, but what kind of love: power to make all men fall in love, love of animals, love of helping the sick? ...... ” “ALL men must fall in love with at least one women by the time they are 16,” answered Zeus. Knowing the task would be hard, she nodded. A thin smile appeared on her lips as all the gods loved playing tricks on the mortals. And so, the first women appeared. They almost all looked the same, tall and pretty, a spitting image of Aphrodite. - Zeus and many of the gods did not mind as sometimes they would go down to earth and marry some girl. Their goddess wives began to become jealous, and they nagged slightly at their husbands not to marry the mortal women. So it back fired on the gods, but, for some mortals, it was a piece of cake to have a wife. Especially if they were rich, but, for the poor, it meant one more mouth to feed. If they had children, it meant four our five, sometimes even eight or nine mouths, to feed. For one man, Aristite, it was impossible to get a wife. No one seemed to like him. The women who did, he thought were empty headed; the ones who didn't, he thought were the moon and stars. One night just as a full moon had risen, he was crying softly to himself, wishing he had a maid to love. As softly as frost killed the crops, an enchanted lady stood before him. All at once he fell in love with her. The strange thing was she seemed to be walking on water. Her feet never got wet. When she spoke, her voice was like the wind. “Reach out and touch my hand. Just touch my hand for one second, and I will marry you. Please touch my hand and the curse will be broken” “What curse?” Aristite was scared of this woman. As much as he was enchanted by her, he was scared. “I’11 help, but then you must marry mel” Reaching out over the water, he touched her long and delicate hand. It was only for a second but, as soon as their hands touched, the spell was broken. She fainted and fell into his arms. When he revived her with some cold water from the lake, she began to tell him her long and sad story. “When I was bom, I asked Zeus ifI could ever marry or fall in love. Unfortunately, he had fallen in love with me and Hera had heard his proposal to me. Thank the gods that I said no. But then he told me that no man would have me unless he could kiss my lips. As soon as any man saw me, he would want to kiss me. He put me in the lake, only to come out every full moon.” She blushed as she said this, “I would move away from them if they came too close to my lips. Hera heard all this, but she favoured me for saying no. So she gave me a chance to try to help myself. The man would only have to touch my hand. Hera has favoured you, my love!” She laughed as Aristite bent down to kiss her. What had happened to Zeus? He was constantly nagged by Hera not to marry. The most beautiful of women of all was not Zeus”s wife but Aristite`s.

Author’s 2nd note: This story is not true. Women were NOT made to be worse than men. If you do not believe me, ask any women ...... -Helen Woods

29 sonnet (Zn 74 flost Soul

Here I lie among the cursed shadows Laying among the dead ones in their grave Singing this song of sorrow for her rose Holding the letters that to me she gave Dozing off into the night not returning Watching the dead bodies slowly mold away A Challenge For the photo of my dear love posing My life is over for her today Supposing my love will never return Life is so difficult For yesterday my love died All that pain, For ever I will be waiting for her All those problems. From her ghost I will always need to hide About twice as many troubles, Hating the one who took her life from me As happy moments. Until my last day I Will wait for thee It’s such a challenge, - Eric Whipple To live through it all. But if you die - You`ve lost Completely and utterly. Life is not a game. moon IN MIDDAY You can`t try again. Life ain't a rehearsal, An orb blazing orange fire, Quiet night arrives and lt's the real thing ships are harboring, Reflecting buildiogs and light- Always will be. ing, l’m flowing. If you do something wrong, Rising moon is gently watching people going home. There’s nothing you can do about it. for their happy dinner with family. You can't change the past. One by one, office lights are turning off. Regret — I regret many things. People love the peacefully shining moon in midnight. I hate the word But people rarely perceive her in midday. I hate its meaning. Moon seems happy casting a pale light. It shows me pain. Always will — I hate it. But it is not true. People can not find her mind and heart; I regret too many things You can not see them from outside. To be happy and content.

But I know in midday her face is really pale. Yet if I die, She is really lonely and sad. l can forget everything. So sad that I can not reflect her even at night? All of my regrets, pain, problems Will disappear forever. Everybody has a “moon in midday" in their heart. But then l will have lost. ...injuries in the heart which nobody else can see. No.....win, I will. Subtly and lonely, these injuries are reflecting on me. -Emily Lutyens l'm happy for healing these injuries by reflecting upon them. Moon is consoling people by giving a soft line of hope. ‘ -Kiyono Fuwa

30 The Baltic; of thc: Pemplc mi Pmmfcii

Southeast of Naples lies a city Vesuvius, why did you do this? Buried under about fifty feet Why did you break peoples hearts? i It lies beneath a layer of ash Why did you kill all those innocent Looking like a big, gray sheet And tear their lives apart?

Founded by the Oscans Why were you so quick and violent? Pompeii was a Roman port Your warning was not enough 20,000 people housed within its walls No more than one out of four lived Over 2,000lives cut short Weren't you a little rough?

Vesuvius wa_s thought to be extinct The magma boiled up Violent tremors weren’t sufficient warning And has forty more times That on August 24, 79 AD I spew when I need to A black cloud would be forming lt's not as though I committed crimes

Hot ash and pumice stone rained down So the cities of Pompeii and Herculaneum slept And poisonous gas spread People went about their lives until 1738 ‘ Roofs tumbled to crush the owners Some excavators took the job In their homes many lay dead And the recovery was great

Pliny the Younger watched the horror Statues and paintings were found in the homes And fled to the open country There were pillars, pots, and documents galoreln Ash lay upon him like a cloak a bakery where eighty—one ioaves were baking And he had to keep shaking himself free There were drinking vesseis, money, ad more

In two days the terror had stopped In the ash imprints were found i And Pliny wrote of the calamity Of people in their dying places i The historian Tacticus received letters Casts were made of the prints Reading of the eruption by the sea i' And the bodies now rest in glass cases

Many went back to saivage their things Today there is a giimpse of old Pompeii Some went back to help those buried For tourists to enter and explore The ash was so thick that they soon gave up hope They can walk in a bakery, stroll in a house That all they knew would ever be treed And pretend they lived in the city by the shore

-Liane Roach

The River's Edge

The poplar Shines its shadow upon the water. Ribit, ribit, goes the green, with wondering As the eyes, Crucian carp sways its tail. Turning the river bluer than ever.

The frog’s song Splash, splash, goes the shining flipper, echoes through the river. Følling the ripple with life. The song of the shimmering fins Enriches the downpour. -Ho-Jung Lee

31 Pcrfeation

Mirrored images reflecting On a single beam of love Pure and Simple Never seen again

Drops of fear Falling from a face Then vaporizing Disappearing in the late night .8;/e Withsorrow hiding In the tears Why do we live? Stealing glimpses Why do we have to die? Of the something new and perfect Why do the flowers exist? Whydo they have to die? Puzzling te the eye H we die, It seems as though do we have aplace to go? The t€3TS_3Te_n0th1I18 If they die, And nothing 1s extravagant. where will they go? Is there a heaven for flowers? -Chris K. Lee If we die, what will we become? Probably some dirt. If they die, i what will they be? Probably some dirt. Darkness In The Depths But, We die, In the darkness he comes We decay, In the darkness he kills and we become a part of nature His piey, They die, stay far away they decay, For he is and they become a part of the earth the darkness in the depths. We will be reborn. He is the darkness They will be reborn. He is the fear Our fleW Dem Wi“ Some day die- He is the one who kills like a spear. Their new born will some day die. Avoid his path We all become part of nature. if life ig deg; For he is the darkness in the depths. -Song-Woo Kang His eye is your mind His mouth is your flesh If you venture near, hold no fear or life... becomes death. For he is the darkness of the depths.

-Pehr Karlsson

32 Atlantis and Pacificus

One day, when the earth was new, there lived a young god and his two brothers. He was called Atlantis and his brother Pacificus. His third brother was called Ozonicus. Atlantis was the great king god. Pacificus hated Atlantis and tried over and over to throw his brother off the thrown and take over. Atlantis was very stingy, never wanting to let anyone get better than him. He had horns and a snake in place of a tail. He had a mane like most lions, dry scaly skin like all reptiles, and a scaly armor, most like a crocodile’s. He had purple eyebrows and big glowing eyes. He was a sight that would freeze a man in his tracks. Pacificus was very mean and very jealous of his brother's position. He had the body of a big strong bear and the head of a human. He was a very handsome man and had many wives. Pacificus was also jealous of his other brother, Ozonicus, because of his high position. Ozonicus was a kind god and hated to see his brothers fight, but he did have one weakness, lack ot patience. He was married to Fapica, the goddess ot nature. Ozonicus was the the King’s advisor. Once before the brothers had fought and fought and created valleys and mountains. Atlantis had almost killed Pacificus, but Pacificus ran away to his cave in the mountains. Alone in his cave, Pacificus had been plotting his revenge. Then he decided that he would go march into the King's palace { on his green dragon. He would murder his brother and take Ozonicus as his advisor. He summoned his servant, the nymph and told him to summon Hydra. He told Hydra to wait l under the palace for a signal. He mounted the green dragon and flew off to Atlantis's palace. i Atlantis was not very far away. He lived in the mountains right below Ozonicus’s house, i which was up in the sky. lt took him only a few minutes to reach the palace. When he got near the palace, Atlantis's winged sphinxesattacked him, but they were no match for Atlantis's green dragon. One blow of fire on the sphinxes burned one. He dove down to the nearest lake. Meanwhile up on top, the other sphinx was fighting with all his might to keep the mighty dragon from going near the palace. During the fight, Atlantis was almost killed. Luckily, the dragon’s training had included a session protecting the person on his back. He surged forward with huge jaws trying to get a bite at the sphinx. Unluckily for the dragon, the sphinx was much more powerful. With a huge roar the dragon clashed his jaws at the sphinx and caught the sphinx in his jaws, blowing forth all the fire one can imagine, ripping the sphinx to bits, letting the parts fall down to the ground in flame. Cursing at the loss of time, Pacificus screamed at the dragon to fly at tull speed toward the palace which was now in the horizon. Passing Helios, the sun god, the dragon blew a flame of fire. Helios was so surprised that he fell of of his chariot and landed on Delos where he stayed for five days. The world was in total darkness. Worried by his absence, his daughters went to find him. Meanwhile, Pacificus had reached the sky palace of Atlantis. He landed on the palace and told his dragon to wait. The guards, frozen with fear by his looks, turned to stone. Rushing through the maze of tunnels, pillars, and rooms each decorated so richly that Pacificus had a giant urge to pick the riches from the walls. Only his rush and fury stopping him from doing that. Atlantis was ready for him. He had twenty mortal guards. charging at them with full fury. Pacificus tore them apart, throwing the heads and arms and other various body parts at Ozonicus, until Ozonicus was forced to retreat out of the room screaming. Only Pacificus and Atlantis were left in the room. “l am surprised to see you here” said Atlantis. “l know." ' Eyeing Pacificus for any suspicious move, Atlantis tried to act calm. Suddenly, Pacificus lunged at Atlantis cracking his head on the wall. Although they were both immortal, as brothers, they could kill each other like the mortals Recovering himself Atlantis gave a strong uppercut which sent Pacificus tumbling on the ground. Pacificus got up and threw Atlantis out the window. But Atlantis was holding on too. They both were falling for three years until they hit the ground. There they started bawling because of their wounds, creating immense bodies of water which were named after them.

-Duncan Alexander

33 l l SavedH!

“Come on, Sanjay, 1et’s hike, today.”

Sunita and Sanjay set off on their one kilometer hike to the Camp Near the Swamps. They were going there because they had just finished school and were taking a week long break together, before hitting the books to study for the exams they would take at the end of the summer to get into good colleges. They started their hike at the dock where there were a few old boats. They were going to go around the lake instead of across it. They followed a man who was going to show them the way to the camp. Sunita and Sanjay followed him for half an hour and then started to complain. They were getting very hot. As she walked Sunita started to count how many mosquito bites she had gotten. She had ten. Sanjay was in the meantime drinking a lot of his water. They continued 1 walking for another twenty minutes."AAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH! ! ! ! I 3 ! !”Sunita screamed suddenly. “What? What happened?”Sanjay asked putting an arm around her shoulder. b “I. . ...l just saw a s..s. . . ..snake! It was yellow with black polka dots on it,” Sunita answered shakily. “ O.K,O.K calm down.Now just stay behind me and I'll be on the lookout for the snake,” said l Sanjay trying to comfort her. l “Alright. But, make sure you tell me to stop if you see it in front of you.” l "O.K I promise to tell you." They hiked for a while, both drinking a lot of water since it was very hot. "STOP! !" yelled Sanjay as he spotted the bright yellow snake slither accross the road in front of him. Sunita immediatley knew that the snake must have reappeared and quickley put her anns around Sanjay's waist in fear."Tell me when it's gone!" " O.K, let's go on Sunita, it's gone into the grass and I`m quite sure it won`t come out again." Sunita let go of his waist and shakily walked on. The last half hour of the hike was uneventful. Sanjay kept a sharp lookout for the snake, but l didn't see it again. They soon reached the camp. “AHHH!” said Sanjay taking in a deep breath. 4 ”This is great!” l “It is, isn’t it? Just like we had thought it would be.” said Sunita now quite calm since the hike was over. They got their assigned tents and put all their luggage in it. Then they unrolled their sleeping bags and set up their tent the way they wanted it, since they each had a one person tent and didn’t have to share the tent with any other person. They met outside their tents as soon as they were done. “ Let’s plan what to do after lunch," said Sunita. “Sure ,”answered Sanjay. They sat down on a table and discussed what to do. They soon decided that after lunch they would rest for an hour since they were tired after the long hike. After resting they would go on the Narrow Bridge. They would then have their tea and relax for the rest of the evening. They had their lunch, which consisted of two chapatils, a small bowl of lentils, some yogurt and a vegetable dish. After lunch, as decided, they went to their own tent”s and slept for an hour. ”Sunital Sunita, wake up!” Sanjay called from outside her tent since he was the first of the two to get up. Sunita woke up immediately because a lound noise especially someone shouting at her to wake up, always woke her up. She got out of her sleeping bag and quickly brushed her hair and smoothened out the wrinkles on her jeans and shin before going' out. As soon as she was out they raced to the Narrow Bridge. Sanjay won since he got a lot of practice being on the track team.”I’11 go first.” Sanjay volunteered. Sanjay climbed the rickety steps of the bridge and carefully stepped on the bridge. Cautiously he stepped onto the bridge and started walking to the other end. Soon he started to hop a little and skip on the narrow, old, rickety bridge. “This is FUN!!!” Sanjay shouted as he got the hang of it. Suddenly, Sunita screamed"AAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHH!1” As she watched Sanjay fall into the dirty lake below!

34 Sanjay had a sickenining feeling in the pit of his stomach as he plunged into the lake. He didn't remember what had happened exactly. First he was on the bridge and the next thing he knew he was in the lake. He had heard Sunita scream as he was falling. As Sunita saw Sanjay fall into the lake she burst out crying and ran to the nearest boat which was tied to the dock. She didn’t even notice that the boat had a little water in it, was very dirty and very old. She just jumped into the boat and started rowing as fast as she could. There were a lot of weeds in the lake and she fought to break the weeds as they got tangled around the paddles. She was quite near Sanjay now. As she fought against the weeds by accident one of the i paddles hit Sanjay’s head “Ouch,” cried Sanjay as the paddle hit his head. i l “Sorry!” Sunita cried through her tears afraid that she had hit him too hard. y l Sunita finally got the boat beside Sanjay “Here, hold this paddle and F11 pull you in.” Sunita said stretching out one of the paddles towards Sanjay. Sanjay grasped onto it and Sunita started i pulling on the paddle with all the strength she had. Sunita”s arms ached from all the pulling, but l she didn’t give up. She finally got Sanjay near the boat and hauled him up. Soon he was sitting , in the boat. They both hugged each other panting. ”Thanks, Sunita ...... for saving my life.” “No problem.” Sunita rowed the boat back to the dock slowly with all the strength she had left. After tying the boat securely to the peg in the ground she helped Sanjay out. Sunita went into her tent opened her bag and took out a large beach towel. She gave it to Sanjay and asked him to take a quick shower in the small shower room next to his tent. She handed him some clothes which she had gotten out of his bag. While Sanjay took his shower Sunita asked one of the camp helpers if she could have two cups of tea. The helper said "Yes" and gave her two cups of the fresh tea he had just made. She took it and thanked him. As she approached she saw Sanjay in the clothes she had taken out for him sitting on the table they had sat on before lunch. She took a chair and put it beside his. After handing him a cup of tea she sat down. He took her hand and squeezed it warmly and said, ”Thanks for everything, Sunita” They looked into each others eyes and smiled, happy that their little adventure was over! -Diksha Vij

(Parents

Parents are rain. As soon as we go into teen age, they stay, plain, old parents. They don°t understand what we’re going through, they stay, plain, old parents. Parents try to be funny and nice in front of our friends, trying to make good jokes about the opposite sex, they stay, plain, old parents. Parents embarrass you all the time, shouting, “Love, how are they guys(or girls) today??? Kissie, kissie.” they stay, plain, old parents. Parents get mad at you because you ignore them, they stay, plain, old parents. Till the sun comes out from behind the clouds, as parents begin to understand your teenage life. -Eline Bakker

f ' i FEATHER A Silent Gecko I am a feather jfàgf` g A silent gecko sits on a tree, Drifting through tåeár Wherever the breezy! me Waiting for a bug to come, so patiently, It soon moves on, clinging with it’s hooks, Camouflaged, by it’s textural books, Having no rwfiofifibifihies And nothing to1do“”o1ít~ Lying on it’s perch of bark, large glowing eyes spy a prey in the dark. Epjéy,th§.s@¢I1€ry f Nabbed by the gecko, by it’s speed and power, of thveeexotiêipiuäceigfigäfàearth Soon after, the prey was hungrily devoured. 'Påfiè éfitéifféefid light With no burden on my shoulder "Jonathan Chi

-Kunal Kumar

zsf/f/çFR/<7//TE//ED Sitting by the stream, daydreaming, fidgeting with my jacket zipper.

I noticed a big, hairy,slimy TARANTULA! on my shoes.

Panic stricken, screaming, I ran to my house... Not noticing the tarantulac linging on my shoe!

HOME! Running upstairs ljumped on my bed, all shook up. I picked up my bat And noticed the TARANTULA STILL! on my shoe!

I kicked it off, then I started to scream and ran down, “Mother!!!!”

—Rahul Obero

36 The Tortoise

Is it possible to grow big and old, In a world too busy to unfold?

Where could you have gotten your power, Convicted Being able to eat that flower? The police were no longer baffled How come it takes you awhile, by the bewildering case. The alleged crimi- To eat that green lettuce pile? nal was now going through questioning. The Chief of Police looked dubious as the Why is your house a rounded stone, probable burglar attempted to appear And why do you live all alone? dumbfounded. The suspect faltered as he related his erratic alibi; he was purported to How do you retract your head, have been in Arizona the night of the And where do you keep your bed? robbery, while in fact it was his twin brother. The sweat pouring down the How come you never show your belly, man’s face was far from inconspicuous, but Is it because it”s smelly? he seemed nonplused nevertheless. The chief knew, however, that under his cool How could you be so slow , cover, this stout person was really quite When down the mountain comes the melted snow? flummoxed. The burglar was afraid of being jailed. The chief looked noncommit- Why did you race the rabbit , tal, the guilty party thought pensively. He It was such a bad habit! knew that the game was up when the chief turned to him and asked him quizzically Why do your eyes shine like stars, whether a Vertical bar motif would suit For at the zoo you are behind bars? him.

You are such a wonderful creature, -Anisha Chandra I hope you don’t have an endangered future!

-Andre Van Heerden

Untitled? Serene Surroundings Swift Gusts The Wave ofIcy Winds Mominig Light Rolling, tumbling, rushing towards me, Breaking Weighted Fog with its open arms, Mountains nibbling my toes then silently backing away. Steep and Sharp I chase it, Topped with my hands plunging into the water, Crystal Flakes coldness numbs my fingers, Streams of Flowing Ice I mn back onto the white, soft sand, a little bit scared. Dunes of Soft This time when it comes towards me, White Powder its overpowering sheets of Waves make my fears disappear. Icy Wilderness No Sounds of Nature -Soraya Shroff Isolated from Warmth Isolated from Life.

-Rakesh Reddy

37 Too Short

“So do you know what’s wrong with my daughter? Is it serious? Will she be okay?” Mrs. Jones queried. She was extremely worried about her daughter, Callie. She had been sick for months on end, and nobody knew what was wrong with her. “Well, we do know what’s wrong with her, but-” “What? What is it?” she asked anxiously. “To answer your question, yes, it is serious.” Tears filled up in Mrs. Jones’ eyes. “I’1l quit stalling, Mrs. Jones. Your daughter has cancer near her lungs. She’s had it for about five months now.” “There is some kind of operation, laser surgery or something that will get rid of it, right?” she questioned frantically. “Well, yes, there is, but it is quite risky. We suggest she be treated with chemotherapy, right away. Then we can try the operation if that doesn’t work. I’d rather not try the operation quite yet. I don”t want to take that Chance” “So...so, how long does she have before-” “Without the operation, she has approximately 18 months left.” l >l<>l<>l< “...Happy birthday, dear Callie, happy birthday to you.” Callie tried to savor every moment of this day. After all, she knew this could be the last time that she would hear her family sing “Happy Birthday” to her or to open birthday presents. This could be the last time to blow out her birthday Candles or even have a birthday at all. Callie's mind flashed back to about nine months ago, before she had found out about the cancer. She had been an average eleven year old kid, who had taken everything she had for granted. She had been the kind of person who would have looked at the glass as “half empty”, rather than “half full”. Callie had always looked at the darker side of a situation —never at the brighter. She hadn’t found her family very important - they had just been a small part of her life. She hadn’t really realized how lucky she was to have people who cared about her. Now, she wished she could go back and change it all. Each time someone had done something kind for her, she wished she could of at least said, “Thank you.” She wished that she hadn’t been so selfish and had been willing to help others out in their times of trouble. She ached at the thought of how cold she had acted towards her family, her friends - everyone. There was nothing she could do about that now though. She knew she couldn`t change the past, but ever since Callie had first leamed of her sickness, she had been trying to make up for all the times when she could have been more optimistic or more helpful and caring. She wanted to make the most of the time she had left. She wished she could of realized earlier how much of her life she had wasted. Her goal now was to make everyone else”s life more pleasur- able. She wanted to help them realize that they had to make use of their lives while they still had them. Callie Wanted to show everyone how important family and friends really are - something she had not known. Callie had been using chemotherapy to help with the cancer, but it didn°t seem to be getting rid of it. She would be going into the hospital the next week for an operation that would hopefully cure her, if things went well. >l<>l<>l< That night as Callie lay in her bed, she tossed and turned. She couldn°t sleep. Something was definitely bothering her. She felt she had left something very important undone. The rest of the week, the same uneasy feeling kept pestering her. No matter how hard she tried, she couldn”t quite decide what was worrying her. Callie”s whole family drove her to the hospital. This could be the last time she would see them. But, again as they were driving, Callie had the same troubling feeling she had experienced the night before. Callie knew it wasn't the operation that was bothering her. No! It was something else.

38 As they wheeled Callie into the operating room, it suddenly dawned on her what she had left undone. How could she have forgotten? It was something soobvious. Callie called her family over to say her parting good byes. Tears welled up in Ca11ie’s eyes as she said, “l love you, guys. Thanks for all the love and support you all gave me so will- ingly. I really appreciate it.” Callie's family understood. “We love you too, Callié.” -Joy Stone

ANGEL Why, Why can't, iâearntk Why can't I, Be with you? The rainbow is a peacock`s tail, not even close to pale. Open your eyes, try, Each feather is an eye, Try to look for, but you wont see it that much “cause it”s shy. Me. But when she is showing, you surely won't be going. Your angel in heaven, It”s a beautiful sight, You can look so long, and I’m sure I’m right. And Won't find me. But something that is not fun in any way, Cause I'm an angel, is watching them run away. Angel, Angel, The people catch them, Far tar away. then they torture them.

A strong hand They cut off the feather that looks like an eye, Watches. and you can see the peacock calling to them “Good-bye” Me, Then the people think what they could make You, . but the peacocks wishes it wouldn°t be from their feathers, Our love, in other words fake. Our memory. And the peacock wishes that you would make it become true, Try, and if you stop this cruel thing because you thought it isn’t Try to forgive, right to do, To forgive me, the peacocks will always love you. Your girl, Who made a mistake, In meeting at the wrong place, -Ticiano Torres With the wrong boy

I couldn't be honest With you. I was scared , me!! Frightened of hurting You, I’m a lion in the waterfall, But now I, a farrai in a track, Can't tell you anymore, I”m just an innocent boy, I'm silent forever. who hunts at night like a bat, during the day I’m a couch, I know that, l`m a pizza who wears Alien Workshop I deserve, shirts, But this pain ls too big, and listens to cool music, Please forgive me. I’m indigo snow that`s cold, I’m a beer that gets drunk. Please don't Forget me, -Idzmil Radzuan Try to understand. -Susanne Holzl

39 The Swim Meet “Go Lia, you can do it. swim!” I’m here watching Lia at a swim meet in Liberia racing for the American team.

After the toumament Lia came over to the bleacher with a grin on her face, her brown eyes were dancing because she had won the race. First place ! It was wonderful! Afterwards she took off her swim cap and her tight brown curls fell to her shoulders. She asked me if I wanted to go to for pizza at the stadiums cafateria. I repliedfSure, why not?” At the cafateria Lia's coach was eating Ladyfingers, an African dish called Okras. After his hard work of cheering he was hungry! As soon as we sat down Mr. Smily her coach, cameover and patted Lia on the back saying. “Congratulations, you were great,do you know how many compements I got about you?” The coach never stopped talking.

.a-«í-(Vw “Thank you,” Lia replied. After that, we went back to the stadium so Lia could get ready for her next race. Lia was very quiet before races, but usually she talked alot to me. Lia went over and put her swim cap over her curly hair,and started doing her exercises. She got on the block not nervous cut, Confident. She had to do the hondred IM, 25 of everything,3 times! The whistle blew and she was of in a flash. I could tell she was determined to get the gold medal. Finally she came in first place. she was happy. Five minutes later she was standing on the first place block with the gold medal and flowers. Then she came over and demanded that we celebrate!

-Lia Ames

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40 \\'hat a Trip 2

As he flailed his arms in a frenzied fashion, my friends and I watched from a tree. His head sank closer to the water level ofthe Amazon. By chance, a couple of tribe members heard the commotion and summoned others to help. Soon there were throngs of people singing raucous songs while forming a chain to catch him before he went down the waterfall. Suddenly, I recalled hearing that song at school and remembered that that was the song of the cannibal group which occupied that area of the Amazon. After I realized this, I told my friends and asked them to come with me to tell my father. One of my friends said that it wasn”t true and that cannibals were just my obsession since they were always on my mind. But another friend said he also thought the song was familiar, so they agreed to come with me. As we tumbled into the house saying things loudly and making a fuss about cannibals, my father asked what the pandemonium was about. As we told him excitedly what had happened, his mood became slightly turbulent. He said the situation was dangerous and that there was nothing exciting or great about the earlier goings on. Even though my father had told us to stay at the house, my friends and I were curious, so we ran to the place after he had left in his helicopter. When we arrived, we climbed up and watched from the same tree. The man they had found was out cold but was breathing. Suddenly, he awakened, and the shock must have been phenomenal because he went berserk and started throwing himself around whime trying to get free from the grip of the tribe members. By now there was a far bigger, more obstreperous group than before. Finally, he got free and careened off through the deep, thick jungle vegeta- tion. So we got down and went after him, but we were careful to stay out of sight. Despite getting away, he fainted after seeing a snake, and the tribe picked him up and carried him to their village. By then, someone had gone and told them that they were going to have a feast, so the entire area was teeming with people craving human flesh. After my friends and I had climbed up another tree, one of them suggested that the tribe might make a human sacrifice to one of their gods. Then another of my group said that they were known to dismember one part of the body at a time so as to make their victim”s death extremely slow. Then my father swooped down in the helicopter and the captive grabbed onto the helicopter”s railing and flew away. Right after that there was pandemonium, so my friends and I ran home quickly so that they wouldn”t find us. When we reached my house, we entered, trying to appear relaxed, so that my father would not suspect anything. That night while talking to the man, my father asked what he was doing in the river. He replied that he was fanatical about becoming world famous and thought he could attain this by swimming across the turbulent waters of the Amazon without going over the falls. Then my father said quite calmly, “I suppose you deserve what you got for being such a maverick.”

- Andrew Clarke

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41 Frccziug 1'0 Death

My name is Chris Mikle. I was traveling to Alaska with my brother Jimmy for summer vacation to meet our parents. I’m a fifteen-year-old boy from Australia. In our family there are four people, our mother, our father, Jimmy and I. My parents had been living in Alaska, so we tried to meet them during summer vacation. We started to go in a small plane in 1950. We were traveling for twenty hours in the small airplane and I c0u1dn’t see anything except the sea. I felt bored and tired, so I fell asleep. When I woke up, the airplane was in Manila to get fuel. After several hours, we were in Seoul to get fuel. Finally, we were in Alaska. The pilot said four more hours to reach town. I was so happy that we were going to meet our parents, and that we could stop sitting on the airplane. I had been sitting on the chair for forty-eight hours, so I didn’t want to sit any more. I couldn't imagine that after one hour something would happen to us. “Boom!” I heard a big sound, and I didn’t know what had happened. When I woke up, I was in the middle of Alaska just in front of the airplane. The airplane was badly crushed. When I looked at the plane, I found that the pilot and my brother were dead. I was so sad, I just couldn”t move for several minutes. “Now what am I going to do?” I didn’t know what to do. Fortunately, I found a map and food for several days, butI didn’t know where I was. I just started to walk. I didn’t know what direction I was going and how far I had to go. I thought walking was much better than waiting to be dead. Alaska was really cold. My food was finished and everything .was hopeless. I was starving and freezing to death. When my energy was finished, I couldn't walk any more, so I fell on the land. l When I opened my eyes a little bit, I saw light. I was in somebody's house. He said that I he found me when he came back to this house. It was a good thing that I wasn`t in heaven or hell. I was alive, but when I started to think about my brother, I started to cry. The person who saved me was very kind. I told him the name of the city that my parents lived in, and he said i that city was not so far away. He dropped me in that city, and I started to look for my parents. i “Chris!” I heard someone Calling my name. It was my parents. Iran to them. I was very happy to meet them, and I think they were also happy to meet me. I followed my parents home. I couldn't talk about my brother. When I reached the house I told my parents what had just happened, and I told them about my brother. When I told them, they started to cry. My parents said that brother”s dead, but they thanked God because I was alive. I told the story of the person who had saved me. We decided that I would live with my parents. Now I am twenty-four years old and I still remember that story. It was the Worst summer vacation that I ever had.

-Hae-Sung Jung

The Ring

I once had a ring, more lovely than gold, I had it on my finger, but now it”s forever lost, in the evil lands where dark powers rule. It had the powers to make me faint away to misery lands, but now it°s lost and forever gone.

-Felix Greiner

L) Its a Sad Day in the Neighborhood

As I trudged down the sidewalk in the poignant cold of the New York l winter. I felt very dismal at the thought of spending Christmas alone. I was moping around Times Square at about 7:30 P.M.. right after work on Christmas Eye. and to my dismay. my briefcase flew open when someone brushed past me. and all the papers fIew out. getting wet in the snow. I shunned the thought of running around after them. but I lamented the loss of the week`s work. I thought with a morbid feeling about all the catch-up work l would have to do after my one-tlay holiday. I walketl along. feeling quite disconsolate when I thought about the evening zihead. Dolefully. I walked along and entered a tavern. I took off my gloves and coat and sat down at a corner table. The ambience was quite nice but put no end to my despairing. That`s how the rest of my evening was. with no iniracle to make this sad paragraph into a happy one.

- Ashwin Jain

!!!!! WIPE 0lf T !!!!!

lt was a beautiful afternoon. A throng of my fanaticttl friends and I had just stepped out of Steve`s car and onto the bright. yellow; Costa Rican sand. The tide was coining in. and we could hear the obstreperous sound of the wayes breaking. This day was going to be a phenomenally “cool” day. We looked out .. onto the sparkling surf and went H .. w `i into a frenzyt. We ran down with our boards ready. Nothing would stand in the way of our riding those cry/stal clear. seven-foot waves. We were 'away front all signs of atithtirityf. The first one out there in the turbulent waters was Pat. Pat had ttlways had an obsession about surfing (inore than the rest of us. if that were possible). We were teetning with excitement as we all caught our first waves. We were on a binge out there. There was a lot of coinmotion in the water as 77 yv we showed off our skills to each other. Then a huge wave. maybe eleven feet tall. surfaced. Pandemonium was upon us as we paddled out to catch it. We all tried. but Unfortunately. all of us "wiped out." We were creamed by that wave. We felt as if we had been dismetnbered. After flailing about in the water. we got our boards and "boogied" back out there to have another go. - Sean McGirk

43 Pearl Harbor

It was the morning of December 7,1941, and a pretty one at that. I had just eaten breakfast at a nice Hawaiian restaurant. I was about to go to a basketball game when I was called for a meeting with the commanding officers of the Army and Navy. So I headed for their office. When I arrived, I knocked on the door, and they told me to wait. While I was waiting patiently, I overheard a conversation. “lt's nothing George,” the commanding officers of the Navy, Bob Bryant, stated. “We can't say that for sure. You can't forget that pact between Germany and Japan. Germany might have something to do with this," stated the commanding officer of the Army, George Jacquelyn. "No, you can`t forget the pact, but why would Germany want to invade us?” Bob questioned. “Well, I don’t know. Let`s forget it and tell the President it was nothing.” George replied. I “Ok," Bob said. There was a pause. “Come in!” George yelled to me. So I went in. lt was a gorgeous office with pictures all around it of former officers and generals. I had no idea why they wanted me here so I said, “You summoned I me sir?” ' “Yes, I would like to talk to you privately. Would you come to the back room with me? George, go deliver the message.” So we went to the back room. “Pvt. Johnston, I have some bad news for you...” At that moment, we heard the sound of airplanes. We looked outside and saw Japanese Zeros, hundreds of them. I counted about 306 of them. This had to be the largest air attack in history! Bob told me to get to my ship as quickly as possible. So I ran as fast as I could to the USS Arizona, but, before I could get there, it was in flames and sinking fast. I started running towards an anti-aircraft gun where the gunmen had been shot. When I got there I started firing crazily, not aiming at all, because I was in panic. Suddenly, BANG! Everything went black. I In a while, (I couldn't tell how long it was because I had been out, cold.) I woke up. I was lying next to the gun, bleeding all over. I felt like I had a concussion and a broken nose. I looked up in the air to see if the planes were still there and, Unfortunately, they were. Then I looked to see the damage, and it was horrible. ' I decided that I should still help with the fight, although my body wanted to go to the hospital. Anyway, the hospitals would definitely be full of people who were a lot Worse off than I was. I looked I around to see how I could help and saw that the medics needed help carrying victims to the hospital. I I went over, grabbed someone, took him to the hospital and gave him to a nurse. I went back for another man but a general told me to stop what I was doing and help shoot down planes. So I did what he told me to and went to the same gun, which by now was covered in blood, and started firing. This time I didn't lose my head, and I shot down three Zeros and one bomber. lt looked like the fight was almost over because there was hardly anything left to destroy. I finally saw the planes leaving and was elated. I was exhausted and aching all over. I went to the hospital. At the hospital I was given a bad room, but I could understand that. With nothing else to do, I started thinking about what I had heard George and Bob talking about. “You can`t forget that pact between Germany and Japan. Germany might have something to do with this.... Let`s forget it and tell the President it was nothing." What was nothing? I thought. Could it have been a letter from Japan saying they were going to invade? No! lt couldn't have been. But they were talking about a pact between Germany and Japan. It must have beenl When I got out a few days later, I went straight to the President to tell him what I heard and what I thought. When I got there, I was asked why I wanted to speakto him and I replied that it was about the attack on Pearl Harbor. They ushered me in and I was sent straight to the President. “Mr. President, sir,” I said, “l overheard officer Bryant and officer Jacquelyn talking about a message they had decoded. I think it was a message from Japan saying they were going to attack” “Why do you think that private?” the President asked. “Well sir, they were talking about a pact between Germany and Japan and Germany wanting to invade us. So I figured that the message was about the attack." Well there is nothing we can do about it now, private, so that will be all." "Okay Mr. President, sir,. good bye." I said and left. I was glad he didn't ask how I overheard the conversation. I started back to my dorm and remembered what officer Bryant was saying to me before the attack. I thought about it a little and decided to forget it. -Sam Fahnestock

44 The Brave Fly or How Charley Got Sherlock "DINO! and DLWITIOII His Brain Dr.Watson was really mad because he One day a person named Charley cou1dn’t go to the party. Sherlock Holmes Stock was walking down a street with litter told him, ”Don’t go to that silly kids party.” He looked in the mirror and continued, and garbage all over. There were tons of flies, ”We”ve got a mystery to solve.” and it stunk. Charley didn”t mind because he liked it and was a smelly boy. Charley had no Actually Dr.Watson didn’t care. He was getting ready for a party. Dr.Watson was brain. So he didn’t care if he walked in an ugly street. dumb. He rode around on his female dog, The street was named Street Alapoo. It Mrs.Moo. was named after a man who liked smelly stuff He left the house with his pajamas on. People were staring at him at the party. A kid like dung. Mr. Allapoo named it after himself. named Tommy came up to him and said, ”Hey kiddo, I didn’t invite you to this party” Charley was walking down Alapoo Dr.Watson told him,”Ahh shut up!” Street when a fly saw him and almost fainted. Tommy said,”Say that word again and Charley was so ugly that I w0u1dn’t blame the fly if the fly died. However, the fly went out you're dead” A few minutes later, Sherlock Holmes of control ,and Charley started screaming came and said,”Dr.Watson, I am going to which meant he had to open his mouth. (The smell of his mouth was so horrible that it murder you. You, you ...... kiddo.” Dr.Watson said,”OwW! I am really scared. would melt an oxygen mask.) The fly went straight into Charley's Who cares?” Dr.Watson took out a bazooka and shot Sherlock Holmes in his stomach. It mouth and almost burnt up but managed to made a big hole .”Bye kiddos, I am leavin” get to a Very hollow place: the place where smokinfl" the brain should be. While the fly was exam- People began to call Dr.Watson ining the hollow place, nerves started to get “Psycho Watson”, just as they called Sid connected to the fly and the fly became “Psycho Sid.” Char1ey’s brain!!! _Gianni Acciarri -Faisal Al-Hammadi

Mixed Up

I checked my mum’s purse as she had alleged that she had the tickets for tonight°s basketball game. Dubiously I kept on questioning her, just to make sure she hadn’t forgotten about the game, as my favourite team was playing. When my dad heard ustalking about it, he was completely baffled. We couldn't believe he was dumbfounded since we had been talking about the game for about two weeks. He seemed bewildered that we had not got him a ticket. He looked quizzically at us when we said we didn’t know he was a basketball fan. That night at the game, however, we found out that Mum had got the wrong tickets, so it was just as well that Dad hadn°t come.

-Simon Hill

45 Life's Pressures

As I try to put the stress of life Behind l`m drawn into smoking To find What it is l have to do To make my pressures evaporate. Let me to live my prime! My time is running out and death is “The Emerlainer°’ Overcoming The sun goes down God is wanting Prepare yourself tonight, I know it is of no use someone rich is asking. But Paint your face two times, There is something left make it mind-blasting. As my need ls getting bigger Prepare erotic dances, My life is becoming less make them all ecstatic. light, God wants me now Imagine candles, imagine no l know there is nothing left just stand and stand right. Only thing I want to do is Overcome this stress! Prepare the moustache, show the blush. -Arjun Saraf Pluck the eyebrow, AKA Poetic Justice paint it like dust.

Prepare the cradle, clean the sheets. Darken your eyes, d0n’t let them weep. @C[JfE§D@1@ Pil be watching, you won’t be cheap. Tonight I sit in my room. All the things l could ever need. Prepare yourself to say, Conteinplate what`s going on. I love the two faces. outside in this world. Hide the man in you, My music is blaring in the background. and perform for two. my music. very loud too -Julia King But thcn it starts to rain lt starts raining outside.

Have you ever heard of the people. no bread nor any food. What did they ever do to us‘? to make “em lie on the street. You look back at me with all the things, all the food That Ijust WANT.

-Alex Abrahams

46 fiwamo. Have you ever murdered anyone in your dreams? Think about it, murdering someone in your dreams and then killing them in real life. This does happen occasionally; dreams can really affect the lives of some people. Some dreams influence people to do things they don”t want to. They can direct your life to misery or sometimes happiness or even wealth. Nightmares can keep you scared for a long period of time whereas good dreams could keep you in a Constant happy mood. Dreams are also used as a sixth sense, like ESP. You may see something and then think you have seen it before. You know that you have definitely seen it before, but you don’t know where. In your dreams is usually the answer. This is known as deja vu. Dreams have fascinated people since the beginning of time. One of the reasons they are so fascinating is because we all dream and only remember a few of our dreams. They are so mysterious. You know they mean something, but you don’t know exactly what. Actually, most of our dreams do mean something, but there are different opinions about what they signify b exactly. Dreams never really mean anything to anyone other than the dreamer. Dreams help our imagination build up, but the connection between the area of the brain that creates the special art and our dreams is still to be found out. Scientists try to interpret dream patterns by reading one”s brain waves and comparing them to someone else's. - All humans and many animals dream. You must have heard someone say, “I never dream,” but actually they do. If you wake them up in REM sleep, they will definitely remember a dream. Not many people claim not to dream anymore. REM sleep is the period of time when you are in deepest sleep. A man called Sigmund Freud said that dreams are our repression of certain desires. But the those desires are so out of reach that our dreams have to refer to them through symbolism. Have you ever wondered where dreams in your sleep come from? Well, the answer to that question is that your memory serves as a huge storage area for images and sounds which form the raw material for dreams. A Canadian expert, Wilder Penfield, used a tiny charge of an electrode to make someone hum a tune, even though the person was asleep and dreaming at the time! The person had clearly heard the tune before, and when Penfield turned off the charge and switch it back on again, the person started the tune again from the beginning and not from where he had left off. Other experiments have shown that events that happened many years ago and, of which the subject can only hazily be remembered, can be remembered fully in dreams. Sigmund Freud said that interpreting dreams is the main route to the understanding of the human mind. The trouble with that is that you can°t remember the contents of your dreams after you wake up. You either forget them completely or you only remember brief moments. I bet you have asked someone why you can”t remember your dreams. Dreams are sometimes considered as an expression of desires that we cannot admit to others or even to ourselves because they may be socially unacceptable. If you ”re interested in this subject, it may be kind of exciting to keep a dream diary. In this diary you would record the date and atmosphere including the senses and background information. The colour of your dream, a possible trigger or some reason that might have caused the dream. Also you can include some general notes, a narrative and your interpretation of the dream. It”s quite an easy task to complete,taking up little time, but it”s fun to work out what your dreams really mean. The Encyclopedia of Dreams gives some interpretations of dreams. If you dream of primary school, it means that some aspects of your behaviour has to change. If you dream of secondary school, it means that you have a choice to make from a great number of options. Dreaming of a boarding school represents the support you are getting from friends at the moment, and a dream with a private school in it means you need to take precautions against potential risks. If you dream of solving a puzzle, it means that you have finally taken control of a Complicated situation in your life. In conclusion, dreams are very mysterious but still fascinating. Dreams have drawn the attention of many people throughout the world. Remember, dreams are only a part of your memory and they can affect your life if you believe in them. So next time you dream, it”s your inner self trying to tell you something. -Ankush Sehgal Tumss AREN'T WHAT THEY Seem...

Cuty Py, the green faced alien, got out of his one manned space craft and stepped down onto the strange land he was now on. He observed that there was an abundance of life on this planet, but he still had to determine how smart it was. A young boy came walking down the street and waved to the alien. “Want to come and play with me?” asked the young boy. “Shut up kid!” was the harsh reply from the alien. “Please play house with me. I’m sosad and lonely; no one plays with me,” persisted the boy. “I can see why. Y0u’re so fat people must jog around you for exercise! Oh well, I°ll play since I need to observe you.” The alien and the boy walked off into the horizon and got burned up by the sun. They returned quickly and, after stopping-dropping-and rolling, they proceeded towards the young boy’s house. The alien was now assured that the inhabitants of this planet were stupid, but he didn't know to what extent. When they reached the house, the alien was disgusted by the cheerfulness of it all. The boy’s room was literally covered from bottom to top with clowns, and you couldn't go more than two feet without seeing another daisy or marigold pop up. The boy led the alien to his room and then closed the door behind him. To the aliens surprise, the boy locked the door and turned to face him. On his face there was a wicked smile and he said, “You’re probably thinking I’m a dweeb. I ”m sure you don”t know I'm a monster!!!” The boy started to pull back the skin on his face to reveal a grotesque, bloody, long toothed, ugly, mean looking, horrible, appalling, disgusting, frightful, vile, ghastly, horrid, dreadful, repulsive, revolting, filthy, monstrous, evil, wicked, old shrivelled up monster with blood dripping from its teeth. “HEEEELLPPPP! !! l” yelled the alien as the monster advanced on him, saliva dripped from his mouth. It was covered with froth. Every step it took its eyes glowed redder...

-Aman Alexander

Set and Rise Sh@@©w§

Death of the sun Shadows Another name your seat belt to life, Never leaving your side. for Sunset! Shadows your guardian angel. Everything tums to Watching out for you no matter where you go. blush Shadows are amusing as well, And. . .. Changing the size of your body, Everything looks so Hiding when you are in the shade, painful! Making puppets on the wall. Shadows But.... scary sometimes. the sun will rise again At night, when you are alone, tomorrow morning Thoughts of shadows without bodies linger, Until you close your eyes Bringing Brightness and joy! Sleep puts the shadows to bed. -In-Moo Hwang -Ariel Seche

48 Encounters of the Wild Kind

“Disclaimer: We do not hold any responsibility for a fanatical fear of aliens after pressing the phenomenally large, red button.” What a strange message, I thought as I observed the rest of the cylindrically—shaped device that I had found in my backyard. This is some kind of joke, I thought. It must be somebody mocking me because of my obsession with aliens, I decided as my finger pushed the massive button. Nothing happened, not that I was expecting anything to, of course. Just then I heard a raucous crowd gather behind me. “What’s all the commotion?” I asked a frenzied looking woman. She didn`t answer me. Her eyes were locked onto the sky. I looked up to see a gigantic saucer hovering in the air. I c0uldn’t believe it. My knees began to quiver, and all of a sudden I was flying high in the sky into the center of the flying saucer. I landed in a large. room full of strange, obstreperous beings with cow heads. “Welcome, earth being,” said a deep, hoarse voice behind me. I tumed around, only to see another cow-alien. “We are glad you could join us for dinner. This ship is teeming with hungry cow-people. I’m sure every one of them will enjoy a young, meaty boy for dinner, especially one that is the only maverick in its community who believes in beings from another world. Humans like yourselves tend to have juicier brains. M00!” The creature grabbed me, and I flailed my arms about in terror. I went berserk, and I began to run from the pandemonium. As I ran through the large corridors, the space ship careened in violent turbulence. I stumbled loudly to the ground. I looked out a porthole as I got up, and a bright flash blinded my eyes. When my eyes opened, I was greeted by a cow-alien with a large, cooking knife. “How does it feel to be the food, beef-eating human?” It laughed deafeningly as the blade neared my throat.

-Rahul Kak

THE GOLDEN MARKET

Once upon a time there was a famous village which was teeming with people. This village was famous for its phenomenal artists who produced beautiful. golden jewelry. Whenever there was a sale, throngs of people whose obsession was to have nice jewelry came to the village. This shopping binge lasted for three days, and everywhere in the village there was commotion. One sale day, a huge boat appeared on the horizon and quickly sailed towards the village. The boat was full of berserk mavericks who were mainly Vikings from the north. It moved so quickly that after the boat there developed turbulent whirls. The Vikings were fanatical and brave fighters, so pandemonium started among the shoppers when the boat neared land. The people from the village ran away to the forests and hid. The Vikings were disappointed that they had seized the village without a frenzied fight, and they wanted to look for the villagers. Instead, they followed the raucous voice of the captain who obstreperously ordered them to dismember all the golden jewelry and load the ship. When they had finished, the ship sailed to the open sea, but because it was heavily loaded with gold, it careened and all of the jewelry sank along with the Vikings.

-Maryla Kourilova

49 A Basketball Player fipofi Slams! and Jams! it home dribble like Crazy Jones with creative layups and awesome slams no look passes dazzle opponents along with the alleyoop in the longest HANG TIME Rims quiver after each dunk! as though scared of another monster JAM! After the game the players feel shaky, body’s bouncy, heads in a migrain mood.

-Ulmateen Adnan

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Basketball is my favorite sport, but not just because, you play it on a court. Basketball is fun for me, I really like, to shoot from the key. Basketball is like being in heaven, I started getting good when I was eleven. Basketball, basketball, it”s great fun, but you get real sweaty when it”s played in the sun.

-Jerad Harski

50 Imagine him as a ehild. playing on the After warning her. the man hits a mildly beach. making sand-eastles with his fast shot. Surprised she runs over to the ywvunger sister. The white shirt he is ball. fnfortunatelyf. she has never wearing is soaked with water and the played on elay eourts before and takes a dried salt on his bark stings as he starts to tragie fall. fautiously. she gets up. burn. Now. he is a grown man. a busi- eonlplaining of old age. She looks nessman. Ilis rompany' posting is now in around to see who notieetl her fall. India. IIe is eomfortable with the heat. The other players respet-tfnlly look but the dampness irritates him. Today he away. they have all taken similar is playing tennis and is feeling annoyed at tumhles in their starting days. how heavily he is perspiring. the sweat 0n the third rourt a father is trying to drips down his forehead and around his give his son and daughter a moek lessou. temples into his hair. the short. spiky Ile shouts pieees of advire as he sends hairrut he has had sim-e he was a ehild balls over the net. The young boy roare- allows the air to rest on his sealp. the fully listens to every' word and unsllr- heaviness of the air tveighs on him as he eessftilly' applies them to his stroke. Ilis p tries to fan away the heat. but the hot air older sister ignores the father`s adviee w is only replaeed by more hot air. and is tlesperately' trying to tell Dad that ‘ The lbusinessmalfs tennis partner. his adviee is iieither wanted nor needed. though more experieneetl. is less athletic- Seeing his son°s anxious fare he keeps then him. The partner. an Indian these 'fliexvefs of knowledge” eoming and i returned. is huffing and puffing and begs the boy keeps getting more and more the husinessman for a another drink frustrat ed and angry with himself. the break. The businessman. first annoyed girl finds little drops of sweat on her that he was just getting into a rhythm and rheek and deeides to sit out a minute has to stop again. rhurkles at the realisa- and breath for a serond. She inhales. tion that he will win the game anyway. and the stenrh of the elay and the sweat Anyone eould tell that the Indian is one fills her nostrils. She earefully' slaps at who does not want to age. Ilis jet-blaek the mosquitos attaeking her legs and dyed hair is showing wear at the top of fans the flies away from her fare. She his forehead. When he is nervous the glanres at her tvatc-h and calls to her man rubs the top of his head just there. as brother to park up and tells her father it if to see how mueh more his hairline has is time to go. reeeded. the shirt he wears is not as They make their way around the damp as his partner`s for he is more eourts avoiding the people aud watrhing aerusttnmtvd to the Indian climate. The out for flying balls. the other now look sweatbands he wears around his head and at their watrhes as well. some surprised wrists are barely wet. at how fast the time went by and others (In the nest eourt are a eouple though relievtsd that the hour is over. the not in their printe. the two are not afraid young man replaees his partner's raeket of aging, yet. the man is dressed in a spot- into it`s ease and gently puts his into his less. crisp white tennis uniform and has bag. The Indian walks up to the eountel' obviously had some experienee with the and pays for the court as will as a game. Ilis partner. on the other hand. is Gatorade. Ile is disappointed that he' embarrassed by her lack of skill. The lost the game. but knows he should have raeket often flies wildly out of her hand expeeted it. though he. like most of us. into the middle of the eourt. she blames keeps his seeret wishes of vietory to this on the heat. but doubts her husband himself. the businessman hurriedly helieves her. She tugs on he shirt and thanks the Indian and makes his way to spins the rat-ket around in one hand. his oar, hoping that he is not too late for wishing out loud that it were cooler. dinner. -Nlalika Anand

51 E ' ‘ " flAÆMG

After I had been in the simulator for three months, it felt great to sit down in the pilot seat of the airplane. This would be my first flight with a big, wide bodied airplane. I had been flying for years, but only small domestic flights and airplanes. Now I had jumped up to the second level of a pilot”s career. “Nice weather today,” said my co-pilot. “It looks like it will be a nice flight.” “Yeah,” I said. Then we took off. When I had said all thethings the captain has to say through the speaker, I relaxed. Everything was like I had expected. I was also lucky with the weather situation. All the way to the first Checkpoint, all went perfectly fine. Checkpoints are over India. I had been to India many times, but not as a pilot. I knew the terrain very well. After about an hour over India, one of the engines began making a abnormal noise. I looked at the engine indicator that said that the engine could stop any moment. I didn’t know why. After speaking to my co-pilot, we decided to land at the nearest airport. We could not continue very far on one engine. We looked at the map, and saw that there was only one airport that we could reach. It was by the coast of the Indian ocean. I contacted the tower. Unfortunately, they could not understand English. I, who had lived in India for two years, thought that maybe I now could use some of the Hindi I had learned. I tried, but they did not understand, nor did I understand them. I didn’t want to take the risk to land at a airport without permission, so my co-pilot and I decided to do an emergency landing. I had done it many times on the simulator, and it should be quite easy on the ocean. The passengers in the plane were not very happy when they received the message, but most of them didn’t panic. We went through all the safety procedures with the passengers. When the plane finally touched the water, some of the passengers began crying. It was l not like a normal landing, but I thought that it was quite smooth. I managed to stop the plane in a short distance. The radar in the cockpit didn’t work. It was probably broken after the rough landing. I knew that Singapore was aware of our emergency landing, but I was not sure they had our exact location. The radio didn’t work either. I turned on the speaker system and informed the passengers about what we would have to do. I said that we should wait in the plane until tomorrow and see if they could find us. I estimated that if nobody showed up in 24 hours, we should get out of the airplane and try to find land by the emergency floats. Long hours passed. Soon we had too little food. We were also thirsty. When the 24 hours had passed, I made the decision that I knew would kill us all if we weren`t careful. I got everybody out on the four floats. One crew member of the plane boarded each float. My float touched the ocean first. Since I was the captain, I became the leader. It was about six o”clock in the morning. I knew that I had about ll hours to find land before the night fell. I knew that we could not survive a night on these floats. i Hours went, and I could still don’t see any land by the horizon. I didn’t risk standing because then the float could break. By three o”clock in the afternoon, I thought that I saw land far away. It was like a mark on the horizon. I was happy, but I knew that it could just be some clouds. I decided that we should try to get nearer. The nearer we came the land, the more I was sure that this was land. It took us three hours to get there. When we arrived, we were met by some people. I was still not sure where we were. I asked them, but they could not understand English. I tried my Hindi, and one of them said that they could only speak Tamil. This man couldn”t say anything else. i I asked all the passengers if any of them could speak Tamil. Fortunately, one could. We spoke to a man. This passenger told me that we were at one of the Andaman Islands. I found a telephone and called Singapore. They were happy to hear from us. Later that evening, all the passengers and the crew Were taken to a comfortable hotel next to a long sandy- beach. -Markus Walther

52 WHERE HAS T RANQUILITYGone

My withering eyes gaze through shattered windows at time”s destruction; Times long worked on, creating the Vivid environment. Sanctuary that embraces life through the eyes of mother nature’s creations. Painful desperation for continuation of life, drained from the extravagant forms of life drained from the strong pulsating veins of life

He who gave to us is losing his potency to generate life, these deteriorating veins of life which he brought forth His creations withering His eyes of once strong Hope. Fade with time that must wamk through an eternal s h a d O W .

-Loren Ames

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I was in the middle of the jungle, far away from my mother anc My only companion was my morbid cousin, Alex, whom I hated more than anything else. We were totally lost without anything to eat or drit We were doomed. We trudged through palms and huge plants. I shunned the horrible animals. I felt poignant and morose. I looked at my cousin. He looked all right. He probably didn’t care about the dangerous situation we were in. He was stupid. We walked over a sort of dale, covered with enormous trees and weird plants. I wished I just vanish. I felt despair. I was scared and sad. I was lost. LOST! Again l looked at Alex. Now he looked a bit dismayed. Finally he understood! “How do you feel, Stacey?” he asked me. “I’m totally disconsolate,” I lamented. “Nothing or no one is going to save us. I’m sad. I’m scared.” I hoped he understood me now. I was even hungry, but that was not my fault. “I am just dejected,” my cousin replied in his NORMAL voice. I thought he was being a bit dismal. What I mean is that he should have tried to support me, his cousin, but I knew it was no use. No one could save us now. We had been walking for three days without anything but wild plants to eat. Who knows if the plants we had eaten were dangerous or not? Who knows? I’m lost. I’m sad. I’m horrified.

-Ina Helen Herland

53 E. åhakespeares (Eempest

iBear jferuínanu, QB!)mp uear jferuinanu, you ntustn't murk yourself su bath. 3! knum that mp father is harsh but just hang in there, it'll soon pass. it pains me tu see you murkíng su muth, 3! almust hate iârusperu tur uuing this tu puu. (fiber sinte 3! first sam puu, 3! all ut a sunken tunnu a purpuse fut me in lite. 3!t mas tu be mith puu ant tu lube you fureber. íEhere isn't an utean tuu Deep ur a muuntain su high that it tuulu keep me amap frum your lube. 3! mill malk fibe hunureu miles anu 3! mill malk fibe hunureu mure just tu be mith puu. äuuñfe su strung anti hanusume, 3! mant tu kiss you all uber. íEhe map you make me feel, you turn me un, you knutk me uff ut mp feet. whenever 3! see puu, 3! melt like butter, your hair is su suft anu guluen, pour epes are as bright anu as blue as the morning skp. jííust matthing you pitk up thuse heabp lugs mith all pour might is tu me tur. iåuur su prefett in my epes ant: 3! muulun't beliebe anyone muulu think hitter - entlp. 3! uun't beliebe that you happen tu be in the same plate as 3! anu that me are tugether un this lunelp islanu. we shuulu tast amap tu sume far may plate anu get marrieu. 3Let's estape frum this islanu anu leabe this plate mhere me tuulu be tugether mithuut ifirusperu keeping us apart. 3! tan't bear the thuught ut you staping in these thains fur the rest ut pour lite. iåuube uune your sentente, but tumitteu nu trime. 3!å> there suth a thing as a prite tur lube ? 3! feel guuu, 3! knem that 3! muulu. äu gout: betause 3!'be gut you. 3! regret that 3! must enu this letter, but iärusperu is talling me. lune almaps anu fureber, flíliranua

-Josh Jones

THE WATERFALL

The powerful waterfall pounding in the air; Cleaning the Earth’s gentle hair; The bloody red tree stands out in the mist; Surrounded by the turmeline green forest.

The peaceful atmosphere, warm and comfortable; With everything else so humble; The ridges of rocks blocking the waters path; Giving the Earth a gentle bath.

The eroding rocks giving into the fall; Making the cascade look sotall; The rising water flying with the breeze; Precipitates into the trees.

-Fairuz Kamilan

54 Cotton River MISSING Romaa

Steaming, streaming, fading, dreaming, tears fall fuzzy, soft, cloudy. from my eyes Traveling through wet tissues a mushy green forest, fill the dustbin taking time. writing letter Like a warrn sinless, spotless blanket, it is the glowing road to Heaven. during classes Milky coated cushions looking at teachers covering gray Wet Stones. too many words Gliding and sailing to nowhere. calling friends So delicate and yet so artificial. scoldings from my mother Gloomy, depressing, stressing waiting for summer vacation I find it, without patience creating envy to all who see it. wishing for plane tickets It can do whatever it wants. it's hopeless This RIVER.

- Barbara van Santen -Ji Young Kang l My Worst Day l

My worst day was on Monday morning. I woke up so late that I was late for school. I didn't even eat my breakfast in the morning. My math teacher started the math lesson directly, and I was fifteen minutes late. My teacher then gave me my homework, and I didn’t even understand the material that was being given. My teacher just said to -do my best. After math class was over I went to my locker. When I opened it, I was so livid that I couldn't breathe. My five hundred rupees had been stolen. My lock was also broken. Nobody could do anything to solve my problems. When I went to my next class, I had a hard time paying attention because I was so frustrated. It was soon time for lunch, and I went to my locker to get my lunch from my bag. I suddenly knew that I had left my lunch at home! I was hungry the whole day. When school was finished, I was walking down the stairs, and I slipped. I broke my arm, but it didn’t hurt too much. When I was going to my car, all of my books fell out of my hands; there were papers everywhere. I picked everything up and got in the car. When I got home, I relaxed. That was my worst day.

-Ankur Jain

55 ‘§§‘é57&’EERE.&EE

A waterfall ...... A huge mass of rushing Water, II pushing it’s way violently toward the edge. It slips §Fiié13el=Eai3§@ over the side and tumbles forward, streaming down- I‘; Wards like bubbling cream into a misty haze at the Early in the morning få; bottom. It hits with a tremendous splash, and the sound Boots and a warm woollen sweater f travels far away. It whispers hushing noises that echo Grass and rocks, å all around me. I feel the cool, moist breeze blowing damp with moisture g+.++E through my hair and into my eyes. The dense atmosphere is cool and soft, and the dampness envel- Sun rise to come 5 opes me like a cloak. I can taste the sweetness of the Dragging out the boat. E g water coat the back of my throat. My small voice is no Rowing E 3 match for the incredible roar of the falls. It Sounds like Fog on the water, É++ja thunderstorm with down-pouring rain that will never like dancing angels in} cease. The rush of the water keeps on coming ...... Is 3 3there no end to its quantity? More and more slides over Cats waiting f 1 the edge, plummets downward and thunders into the patiently on the shore. f E churning cloud of tiny droplets. A little farther away,

mag" E the water calms down and gently swirls around in

Sitting ' i É3small pools. They are moving in steady circles going in the boat, E 3 round, and round, and round ...... I look farther along Waiting the the stream where the water trips and falls over Silence stones on its way. The water feathers downstream, Excitement §+É wearing and smoothing the pebbles as it rolls over § fi them. The water eventually finds its way down the 3 and soon disappears sight. tum Suddenly quiet river from my I the fishing pole begin to bend 3 I back to the huge mass of rushing water ...... Pulling it with all your strength -Sheila Gordon Light reflection in the depth like gold in a i am here creek you are here she is here More fish he is here than grains of sand we are here on a golden beach i am gone Bowels and intestines you are gone pouring out on the cold bare rock she is gone Blood dissolving in he is gone the water we are gone

The sound i come and i go of cracking bones you come and you go in the cats jaws. she comes and she goes he comes and he goes Dinner time we come and we go

-Robin Borjesson i am not- coming back you are not coming back she is not coming back he is not coming back we are not coming back.... -Desiree Hollowell

j} V 9am......

I am ...... a valley of purple majesties a hammock swimming in the wind a deer running through the forest

I am ...... a glass of lemonade on a summers eve a jar of oatmeal cookies a ripened sweet apple there when you’re hungry

I am ...... a convertible driving with speed a person that listens to techno a calm lake on a spring day

Iam ......

-Anupama Nichani

9am..... I am ...... a peaceful pink dove, classical music, a comfy rug by the fire, a glass of cool,crysta1 clear water, the bright and early dawn.

I am ...... a little farm in the country, blue berries on a bush, a soft silk shirt, a sunflower basking in the sun.

I am ...... a book full of fairy tales, a mat that likes to be trodden on, an old coin new to a little child and a horse galloping freely in the meadow.

I am ......

-Tanja Nietlisbach

57 1

0n Pins and Needles

Once upon a time there was a boy A Body That Walked who was oblivious to school because it was so monotonous. One day when he was aim- On Its Head lessly trying to feign that he was paying attention in Spanish class, a boy came and said to A long time ago, there was a girl him, “It is hopeless to think that the teacher named Jenny. She lived in a small village w0n’t notice that you are sleeping on the near her school. Every morning, she walked inside; you are so taciturn and lethargic. I to school. She had many friends. Her best usually just put a needle in my pants so that I friend was the most clever girl in the school. can stay awake.” Her name was Kem. In every subject, Kem When the boy tried this trick he could answer every question that her teacher looked aloof, but he was still sleepy. The asked. Jenny had Kem with her in every teacher thought he looked so apathetic that period. she sent him to the nurse. At the the nurse's Jenny began to feel uncomfortable office there was a long line that looked even about Kem since she could answer all the more prosaic than Spanish class. The nurse questions in class and Jenny cou1dn’t. She was so placid about this horrible sight that she decided to do something to Kem. In seventh didn’t even notice the boy. The boy was period class, Kem had math with Jenny on complacent with this treatment and started to the top floor of the building. Jenny saw poke more needles into his thigh. This is the Kem looking out of the window. Kem’s face way a normal, little boy became a masochist. was like she was feeling very proud of herself, so she pushed Kem out of the -Iiro Saarikivi window and she landed on her head on the ground below. Her legs were high in the air. Kem was dead on the playground. Only after school did anybody notice that she was not there. THE BEST Tums THAT DIDN'T HAPPEN At lunch the next day, Jenny went to TO me AT CAmP CORBETT the library to study because she thought that this was the best time for her to get ahead of everyone in the school. She was sitting in a The best thing that didn’t happen to desk all alone in the library, thinking about me at Camp Corbett was that I didn”t fall the times when Kem had been the best and down a hole while rock scrambling. My she had always been second best. guide told me to put my foot in the wrong Suddenly, she saw a body, entering the place, and I started slipping. At that moment, door of the library, moving toward to her my entire life flashed before my eyes. I was with its legs in the air and its head down on very frightened because it was the same place the ground. When it reached Jenny’s desk, where a boy had fallen. I tried to catch my she heard a noise from the body. When she balance and then, phew, I caught a finn hold looked closely, she realised that it was Kem°s on a rock. For a second I was safe, and then soul. Jenny screamed loudly. suddenly, my hand slipped. I felt like I’d The soul said to Jenny, “There you are, I fallen a mile, but it was only an inch. My have found you.” While the soul was speak- guide gave me a strong push, and I finally ing to her it took out a knife and pushed it landed on the other side of the hole. through J enny's stomach before disappearing When I tried to explain to my mom forever. ' what had happened, she wou1dn’t believe me. Oh, it will take ages to make her believe my -Pin Amrapala woeful story in which I almost died.

-Becca Price

58 My Friend

I can remember that boy evennow. I methim when I was a 6th grader.He was in $1 33029 thesame class as me. He was avery goodstudent and very handsome.Therefore, I remember a boy. He was in hehad a lot of girl friends andthey liked thesamekindergarten as me. He had himvery much but they didn’twear their only afewclothes. He always brought his heartson their sleeves.However, he had lunchina steel box even though oneproblem. He didn’thave any brothers everybodyelsebrought their lunch in a orsisters and hisparents spoilt him, so he colorfulplasticbox. He always brought wasa little rudeand on the other hand beans orpeas forlunch even though veryweak. Whenhis behavior was bad, his everybodyelsebrought ham or fish for girlfriendswere distressed. In Korea, we lunch.Id0n’t remember anything haveour own seatsin class. One day, my elseabout thatboy but I remember teacherwanted tochange our seats. We went this.Once hebrought some chocolatewhen outand, aftera few minutes, our seats we weregoing on a picnic. When itwas weredecided.Then I realized that the boy time toeat lunch, he took his lunchbox wassittingnext to me. His seat was next and hischocolate out. “My chocolate has tomine.From that day, we became melted!” He shoutedat his melted verygoodfriends. He was good in history chocolate.“You have to eat that andsocialstudies and I was good in math. chocolatequicklyotherwise it will be hard Westudiedtogether and if I had a question, tocarry,” one ofmy friends told him.The Iaskedhim and he explained it to me. boy put the melted chocolate inhislunch Ialsoexplained to him about math.We were box and mixed it with rice.Whenthe rice verygood friends but wehad to separate had become black, he ate it. becauseour middleschools were different. Whenwe left, hewrote me a letter and I also -Seul-Ki Kim gaveone tohim. He was a very good friend tome. -Dah-Young Lee

, The Voice

Mr Harway was sitting on his sofa, relaxing after a hard day’s work. It seemed that everything had gone wrong in the office today. He had lost all his papers in t he middle of an important meeting, when the window suddenly was blown wide open by the wind. His mobile phone had disappeared, his secretary had become sick so that she was unable to finish her work,and even the computer was completely messed up. Maybe somebody in the office was playing a trick on him. The same message kept showing up on his computer screen, “How do you feel Mr Harway, how do you feel?” Finally, he was home. He switched on the television. There on the screen,the same message came up again. He switched off the television, slightly shocked, and he suddenly felt very cold. He got himself something to drink and he calmed down. He switched on the TV again and everything was back to normal. The news was on. _ The reporter said that a lot of mysterious events had taken place on the internet during the day. Suddenly the message appeared on the screen again. Mr Harway hastened to the phone to call his wife, but the phoneline was dead. Suddenly the light went out. Mr Harway heard a harsh and ugly voice: “How do you feel Mr Harway ?” He ran down to the basement. Help! Help! Help! Mr Harway felt that somebody was following him. He suddenly felt a chilly wind coming into the room. It was like someone was breathing down his neck. Next day, in the newspaper, there were only two lines about a Mr Harway and his death by heart attack. -Jorgen Iversen E9 The Death Dream

Sarrie Monavile was going to the biggest party on Saturday. She was so excited. The party was just across the street so she w0u1dn’t have to worry about a ride. (Maybe she should have.) She combed her long, shiny black hair into a high pony tail; then put on a short sleeved, white, V neck dress. Made-up and in her white saddles, she was ready to go. She looked beautiful. When she got downstairs, her mom and dad were waiting with a lasagna dish that Mrs. Monavile had made. Sarrie took the dish and said bye. V Outside there was a cold breeze. She shivered and hugged the warm lasagna pot close to her. Sarrie walked across her lawn. She got to the street and looked both ways. A car was coming down the street slowly. So she decided to cross. Suddenly the car came speeding down. Shocked, Sarrie stopped in her tracks and ...... BASH! ll she fell flat on her face. The glass dish splintered in her eyes. Her ribs were busted as well as he legs. Barley conscious, she tried to open her eyes, but she couldn”t. All she could hear was, “Oh my god, Sarrie. Oh my god.” And then she blanked out. When she woke again, she still couldn’t see anything. She yelled. A streak of pain went through her back. She could hear her mom mumbling and sobbing. The ambulance siren was louder than ever. The pain came again and then she blacked out. As she woke again, she felt the bandages all over. But most of all she felt pain, horrible pain, all over. She heard sobs from her mother and a soft murmur from her dad. Her parents came over to her bed and spoke in soft Voices. They told her they loved her. She thanked them and told them that she loved them. And then she fell asleep, forever ...... She woke up hearing a soft murmur of a gentle voice, “Sarrie, come on, wake up.” She recognized the voice. It sounded like an angel. It got harsh, “Come on wake up!” Sarrie opened her eyes. The sunlight shone down on the ange1’s face. It was her mom. “Mom!” she said relieved. “Get up! You’11 be late for the party,” her mom said. Sarrie put the pillow over her face, “I don’t want to go anymore! !”

-Shawna Garnett

I am...... From the Riven-’s Edge

I am.... The rays of light, _ The Poplar StF6am1I1gth1‘0Ughthe Window, Flicks its shadow upon the water. A sea of brilliant blue, - - And a burning hot desert, L1ke 'the movement of the tail of a Crucian Carp. I am..... A fire cracker, Waltlng TOexplode, The L0cust’s song E111‘;Zrgfjgkofilghélfififggg’ Seems to come from within the water

Iam.... A knife, As the tune of the Crucian Carp Sharp and dangerous, mam mem In€-a1'n A cloud in the sky, A flower in bloom, mem men] me-am

-Mandira Singh -Hyun-Jung. Uhm

60 Coffin Travels Homo t

Charles Francis Cholghlan was bom on Prince Edward Island in 1841. In years he had ecome the greatest Shakespearean performer in his days. Prince Edward Island was his home forever. Then one day he had to perform in Galveston, Texas, then died ofa short illness on November 27, 1899. He was bared in the Galveston cemetery. Then on September 8, 1899 a great hurricane struck Galveston. Many people died in it, and thousands of buildings were destroyed. The flood waters washed into the cemeteries and stured up the vaults and disinterred the dead. The scattered the coffins off into the Golf of Mexico, including Charles Cholghlan. Then on October 1908, some fishermen were fishing off of Prince Edward Island and saw this box flouting in the ocean, so they brought it back to the shore. Once they got it back to pthe fishermen took off the shells and particles that were on it, and on the box it said Charles Francs Cholghlan. Did his spirit create the hurricane to bring his body home? It was a miracle!

-McCarthy Caitlin}

THE COFFIN THAT SAILED HOME t

An old man named Charles Francis Coghlan, who was bom on Prince Island in 1841 was killed while appearing in Galveston Texas in Nov. 27, 1899 after he was sick. On September 8, 1900 the great hurricane struck Galveston Island. Nearly a sixth of the population were killed and about four thousand buildings were Tnroken down. After the fury of the hurricane had been spent, a back East carried the coffin of Charles Coghlan to the Southeast. It was caught by the west Indian current and into the Gulf stream.It drifted around the tip of Florida unto the anadian coast. In October 1908, after a series of gales, several fishermen left Prince Island and they noticed a large box lying low in the water. They removed the crust of the shells. It was the crust of a middle aged man. Charles Francis,61 years of age had found his way home.

-Sipiwe Mhlanga This article is based on a true story .

lifllo Angel

The little angel has spread its wings and is going to fly into the sky. The little angel has a big bag with lots of dreams inside. The dreams fly into the sky. The little angel wings are pink, soft and pretty. The little angel wants to give the dreams to children.

“ The little angel will meet you and give you dreams.”

-Shiori Kato

61 l The Nasty Witch

The ruthless Witch cast her evil spell on the children. As their father watched hope- lessly, he was livid. The witch started interro- fl} gating him about his children, but he refused to answer. Her questions were so oppressive. ami His silence infuriated the witch, and they had / a horrible altercation and an uncouth conversation. The witch realized she would have to be more subtle to get the information she desired. Q -Justin Graves

Woe Is Me

Today was a dismal day. I was dejected in social studies because of my test. I was now trudging morosely to my math class. The mark on the test handed back to me was lower than a fifty percent! I Was dismayed as I walked to my next class. I walked in morbidly and came out despairingly. I lamented to God that I d'1dn’t deserve this. I was in a doleful mood and shunned the science period to avoid a test. At last, school was over, so I went to the computer lab. I was disconsolate to see that my HyperCard project that was due the next day had been erased! In my mopish mood, I went back to my house, and as soon as I came in, I heard, “Come here. Your father and I received a note from the teachers...”

-Jean-Philippe Maslin

g How Despicalale

I Was appalled when I heard that the new kid on the block had drawn a grotesque picture on my friend’s wall. i The new kid is hideous and his breath is loathsome, as if he had eaten dog stew. When we asked him what he had eaten for dinner, he smirked at us. When my friend told him to quit drawing on her wall, he just scoffed and said he wouldn°t do it ever again, but I knew the treacherous creature couldn't be trusted. He did it again. So now, when we pass him at school, we put on our malevolent looks which we hope will tell him to go away. Insidiously, we set up a trap because that was the only way we could get rid of the odious monster. I Was filled with rancor and disdain When the trap didn”t work. The new kid on the block is also always condescending to other people. My friend and I despise the horrid creature.

-Jessica Jordan

62 Colors of the Rainbow

Purple is the color when I spy you holding someone else, Blue is the color when I see you walking in the opposite direction, Green is the color when I see you talking to other girls, Yellow is the color when you kiss everybody but me, Red is the color when you talk only to me, Orange is the color when you hold me close.

And every time I look at you, I feel so empty inside, And when I look in your face, my heart flutters around outside,

You are Written in the book of love, as the one to hold the key, and every time I wonder, when will you belong to me? -Caitlin Brand gflusíc

Over the ages, music has dramatically changed from hippie and “calm listening music” to heavy, punk,screechy and loud music. In the 60’s there were musicians such as: Peter,Paul and Mary with “Puffthe Magic Dragon”, Bob Dylan with “Blowin’ In The Wind”, The Byrds With “Eight Miles High “, The Monkees with “I Wanna Be Free”, and The Beatles with “Help!” just to name a few. Then in the 70’s their were bands such as Nirvana with “ Polly”, Kiss “Rock and Roll All Night” and Jackson 5 with “ABC’s”. In the 80’s their was Metallica with “One”, Kiss with “Rock and Roll All Night” and Sacred Reich with “Surf Nicaragua”. Now if yo were growing up during these times you would recognize the difference in words, for example in the 60’s most of the words were about war and peace. Then in the 70’s, they were about protests. In the 80’s, they were about rock and roll and the ways people live. Now in the 90’s we have bands like Nirvana with “Lithium”, Stone Temple Pilots with “Lady Picture Show”, Bush with “ Greedy Fly”, Slayer with “Violent Pacification”, Rage Against The Machine with “Bulls on Parade”, Smashing Pumpkins with “Today”, and Live with “Selling The Drama”. Now the words in these songs of the 90’s are mostly about racism, communism, and what the world will be like at the end of this century or they”re just words. In most of these songs you can’t really hear the words ‘cuz either the music is too loud or the words are sung too fast. The band consists of some combination of a singer, a guitarist, a bassist and a drummer. Whenever a band does a concert, they can play it acoustically or electrically. My favorite band would have to be Pearl Jam ‘cuz their songs talk about all this stuff that affect most peop1e’s lives like: suicide, drug overdose and depression. The most famous song that contains two of these three things would have to be “Jeremy”. In this song a kid is depressed and does stuff that no normal kid would do to his teachers. One day he walks into class with a loaded gun and shoots himself in the head. In conclusion, I would like to say that music in the 60’s was about war and peace, in the 70’s and 80’s it was about experimenting with drugs, and inthe 90’s it is about how hard life is hard to live. Music is like a mirror; it reflects life of the decade.

-Tommy Williard

63 'fim$Loons

“Why do you come here, good friend, but by the next day, the storm was raging, From a village of rich green fields?” and families all began to worry, And so I’ve come to tell my story, farmers~ by tying a rock to a jute sack, to me, still vivid and real: remaining seeds did quickly bury.

“From inside the mud thatched hut, as the families rushed out in flocks, sat a hungry family of twelve, the water level rose two feet, staring at their withering crops, and the tallest of them all, thinking of their empty shelves. the water did, to his eyes meet.

“Last year’s rain was very abundant,” the very old and infants, “Yes, it brought to us much food,” all, cried and struggled to keep alive, But now their stomachs were empty, but countless efforts were in vain, and the delayed rain added to their anxious mood. many died much before help arrived.

But in the moming the children awoke, around the crooked branch of a tree, to the sound of the heavy raindrops, a mother's hair wound around, seeping through the poorly thatched roof, but when she tried desperately to tug free, as they landed on the ground with a “plop”. in the end, she sadly drowned.

carried with it the promise of hope, another woman lashed about helplessly, the joyful sound of rain, her sari that she had treasured so, the reassuring water beats the ground, got stuck in a deep, sharp crevice, and from it will sprout food again. and away from our living world she did go.

but the celebration of the annual blessing, finally the boats glided down, is soon cut short like a fuse, the river filled with panic, due to the weather forecast, men extended their hand to help, on the radio's daily news. women and children, all quite frantic.

“There will be a mighty flood, not many were saved from the river, in Bangladesh,” it said, for the current, much too fast, “crops, huts, infant trees- washed away, and the boat moved swiftly along, people in its way will all be dea .” the victims’ faces, still terribly aghast.

All the villagers were astounded until some managed to cling to tall trees, one farrner said, “But my precious seeds, others let the waters take their toll, of rice and wheat are all planted. whether it was clinging or drifting, “If there’s a flood, it will be disastrous indeed.” surviving was their only goal.

For all their seeds were in the ground, finally when the flood subsided, waiting to sprout and grow, people all shivering on an isolated rock, the prospect of what their life depended on, stepped off to the remains, being washed away, made spirits low. mostly debris and a worn brick block. the harvest if rich and plentiful, the cozy and homey huts were gone, was a time of joy and hope, the remains-like a trampled Wooden trap, but if it was dry and measly, the mud and straw were all washed away, it was a hard time to cope. pliantly, they started from scrap.

realising what the sacrifice was, a little of the abundant mud here, they all solemnly wore, and a bit of the leftover straw there, that unto the floods reached the roof, the outside looked exactly the same, feet would remain on the huts’ dirt floors. but the interior, dreadfully bare. the farmers found their seeds, And though to others, in the soaked jute sacks, the concept weird but real, plowed the earth to prepare, it is from these devastating floods, over the flood’s rich tracks. that brings farming such appeal.

So all was back to “normal”, except for the empty shacks, But now these dams they’ve put up, enthusiasm was back again, the waters and soil are all dead, planting began, sun on their backs. so to the city I have moved, in hope of earning some crumbs of stale bread.”

-J ia-Xin Wang

OUR WORLD

THE SKY, THE SKY, THE LIMITLESS SKY, WHY,OH WHY,IS THE SKY, so HIGH? PEOPLE FLY, ANDMANY DIE! PEOPLE BUYLAND, PROPERTY, BUT BOY,OH BOYTO Buv THE SKY, NONE WOULD EVEN TRY! THE EAHTH, THE EARTH, THEoNeoiNe EARTH, HouGH AND SMOOTHAND TURNINGAND TWISTING, THE ONGOING EARTH PERSISTING. STILL AND MOVING, TECTONIC PLATES, GIVE BIRTH TO THE CONTINENTS, THE HUMANS DIE, THE ANIMALS BECOME EXTINCT, BUT THE EARTH, STILL EXISTING. -NISHANT MATHUR

How To Train a Bird

Training a bird is an avocation. At first a bird can be agitating. An avid trainer needs to be patient to assuage the fear of a bird. A trainer must not compel a bird to learn to speak or to do tricks for him or her. Study the disposition of the bird in hand, then go about training it. Birds are pretty to look at, but they can be even more amusing if they are trained to be company. Many people think training birds is a hard task, but it is not so, if one knows how. First, select the right bird to train. A bird’s age is very important. The bird should be about two weeks old and healthy. When the right one is chosen, it should be removed from the nest and placed in a warm basket. Knowledge of feeding a bird is also equally essential. Enough care needs to be take while feeding. The bird has to be fed about ten times a day by hand. The food should consist of insects or boiled bird seed, and it should be warm. While feeding the bird, it is necessary to be gentle with it. If the bird refuses to eat, be patient and try it again. While being fed by hand, the bird begins to gain confidence in the trainer. Playing with the bird is important too. A trainer needs to play with the bird for a little while each day. This way, the bird gets very friendly with the trainer. As you have noticed, bird training is not so hard. Having a little patience is a sure way to enjoy the company of one°s bird. My birds are a real source of ecstasy for me. ~*~:.\-_ mM.,_,______q_N_ -Jae-Won..._ Shim

trickling through the

branches of the maple trees, grqigg in the background. All of this we-Want. Killing, death, through world. Wars in Bosnia, Starvation of children, Exploitation of V This all equals the world we V"_ This has to change!

66 Wondering

Right now at this very moment I’m sitting down looking at the sky I ’m wondering why it starts so low and why it goes so high

Right now I’m drinking lemonade I’m wondering as I sip it when it was made

Right now I’m looking at a beautiful river wondering why it has to flow who should I ask? Who would know?

Right now I'm looking at a little bird building a nest. I°m wondering when it is going to stop and take a rest

I”ve got somany questions that I want to ask. Right now I’m wondering why? Oh why wondering is such a task.

-Christine Carver

(Uisbing äisappearante

Running, as swift as the wind Your mind is blank A rabbit Complete concentration Colours swirling around Keen, yet gentle inside the mind Meek and Mild But, no images appear Waiting to be noticed but too Utter frustration. Timid when the time comes Vigorous with the brush Every evening glad to come home Around and around To my burrow and escape the on the palette, Raucous clatter “till of the world something..... appears. Readying myself for another day of At the same time, Running one Away from the fox and it's hand picks up the bottle kin That strong, bitter-sweet taste The watchful hawk, The same action Waiting for it’s meal, over and over.

All I want is my life, Goes on forever To sit in a field and eat Finally the clover blossoms, the bottle is finished To drink from a crystalline And stream slowly you melt away too. Playing a game with the Nothing left Dragon Flies Nothing there Forever, Running is my life into non-existence. But I wish it weren`t -Maya Chandra -Taryn Walley

67 FLIP

Flip, a very malevolent person who despises just everyone, is always acting appallingly to other kids. He hates people who wear loathsome attire, although he also wears hideous clothes. Flip thinks that he is the best and is oblivious ofother people. Everyone smirks and scoffs when they see him. The only thing that goes through his head is rancor. Flip is not only mean; he's also treacherous. How can someone be so insidious? Everything he says is disdainful. He condescends on everything and to everybody.

-Martina Hozl

WILD

I careened into the garage. I didn”t know what would happen. The frenzied man looked at me. Behind him, throngs of soldiers aimed at me. The garage was teeming with mavericks. One of them shot at me. It was a phenomenal shot, bit I caught the bullet. Then he absolutely laughed with berserk fury. He shouted at me raucously, “I will injure you!” I laughed at him. Then he hit me with a flail turbulently. He laughed fanati- cally. “I’m obsessed by fear of unemployment, so I must murder you!” he shouted obstreperously. “Well, you’re making a great commotion about nothing!” I shouted back. Then the pandemonium in the garage made the man crazy. Anyway, he was dismembered by me, so I ran away.

-Hoon Choi

SCHOOL Test Btues

I trudged down the school Corridor with a poignant look on my face. My friends shunned me as I lamented, expressing my dismay about the upcoming test. I looked despairingly at the teacher as he placed the test on my desk. Dolefully, I picked up my pencil as morbid thoughts entered my head. After the test, I was moping in the hallway, feeling dismal, knowing that my parents would be disconsolate about another “F”. The next day, as I Was staring morosely out of the window, my teacher handed me my test back, and then all my dejected thoughts disappeared as I saw that I had gotten a “D-” instead of an “F”

-Ian Dermott

68 Öbadow

mv smzs The shadow on the wall I’m lying in my bed Max, brown as dirt I see something on the wall the scares me half Behaving like a pig to death Chewing up homework The shadow started moving A teenager at its worst stage It came even Closer It°s mouth opened Lex, painted beautifully black and white And it”s claws stretched out Sweet, very adult like As I stared with my trembling heart Skinny, never selfish I could feel the power of his eyes staring into Cute, loving dog mine I could here his breath as it got closer to my Lively they pull a rope face Fighting, playing games I suddenly had an image of him ripping my Eating like crazy face off Unique dogs I’m really shaky as I call for my Mom to tum on the light Though very sweet When she came in the shadow was gone When asleep But when she left my room she just had to Fighting for attention leave me in the dark Then finally they sleep, zzz... As I stared at my ceiling I spotted the shadow They are a loving part of my life And then I heard him say “It`s all right!”

-Laura van Santen -Megan Adams

Gray City

As the sun sets and darkness deepens, A gray city falls into a never ending b1ack~ ness and emptiness.

Behind the fancy footsteps of gray people, There lies a monstrous mountain trying to swallow the mess.

Bright lights and sneaky smiles Throw up everything, Gray cars, gray buildings, and gray souls Poison the entire city.

Eager for hope D0esn’t last long, And the sun rises With another gray day.

-Ju-Ho Kim

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When I was 9 years old, I went to the When I was six years old, I went to dentist because one of my molars was painful. the dentist to remove a molar. At that time, I My mom brought me to the dentist in her car. didn't have bad teeth but there was a Wisdom On the way to the dentist’s, I told my mom tooth coming in so a molar had to be pulled. that I didn’t want to go. My mom said bright- I think it was the worst day of my life. ly, “It won”t hurt when the dentist pulls your First, I went to the dentist with my mother tooth out.” I was shocked and my faceturned and I had to wait for my tum. While I green. After that, my mom didn’t say any- waited, I thought, “Please, let my turn come thing to me. last.” But my turn came. The receptionist At the clinic, I didn't want to get out called my name so I stood up and went into of the car but my mom pulled me out. We the room alone and sat down in the patient°s went into the clinic and my mom went to chair. register. Next, a nurse came to us and told us Soon the doctor came and took a that I could go inside. We went into the den- small mirror and examined my mouth. Then tist's room. I met the dentist and he shook he took a syringe with an enonnous needle hands with me and said, “It won't hurt when I and pushed it into my gum. It was my first pull your tooth out.” Then I sat in a chair and injection in the gum and it stung. I d0n’t like the dentist got ready for the procedure. First injections and this one was taking a long he put the dental pliers around my tooth. time; I thought it would never end. Then the Then he pulled slowly but hard. While he doctor set out some instruments. One looked was pulling my tooth out, it was bleeding and like pliers. Another looked like pincers. I it hurt. I cried very loudly and the dentist said remember that he held my molar with the that the pain and the blood would go away if pliers. Then he used other instruments before I didn't make any noise. So I was quiet imme- pulling out the tooth. It was very painful. diately because I wanted the pain and the Maybe I was nervous but I think the injection blood to go away. had little effect. After the doctor took When the dentist had finished out my tooth, there was some bleed- pulling my tooth, I was very happy ing. While I gargled, the doctor and excited because the problem with called my mother and talked about my tooth was finished. I ran around how he took out the molar and what the table and hopped on it like a silly we had to do at home. monkey and shouted, “Thank you!” tc . When I returned home, I felt the dentist. Then my mom shook good because the treatment was hands with the dentist and the dentist finally over. Also I felt a little differ- gave me some candies because he ent because there was now a space wanted me to be happy and not sad. where my tooth had been. I touched it care- My mom and I went home right away fully with my tongue. The next day, when I and my mouth wasn't sore at all. From then met my friends, I told them about my ordeal on, I began to keep my teeth white and fresh and showed them where my tooth used to be. by not eating any chocolates or candies. -Yuichi Matsuyama -Suhana Mazlika

Mg Visit to the Doctor When I was twelve years old, I went to the dentist. I sat in the waiting room room and 23 minutes later, he said, "Come in." I was looking around the room and I said. “You have many instruments.” He said, "Yes. Now please, open your mouth.” After checking my teeth, he looked in my eyes to see how I was doing. Then he took a bowl and some water and mixed some medicine over a gas flame. Then he said, “You can go. These medicines are not for you. Sorry. You are a very good patient so you can have some Candy." I went home. My mother asked, “Was the doctor happy? ” I said, “Yes and he gave some candy to me." -Hjalte Seeberg f

In the Closet

During World War II, Hitler”s hatred of the Jewish people often Cost them their lives. Hitler started concentration Camps and Captured many Jews as he Could. They were treated mercilessly by the ruthless generals assigned to the camps by Hitler. In the concentration Camps they were shot, tortured or even starved to death whenever the generals pleased. In Warsaw, the Jewish people never even had the Courage to step out of their houses during the war. In the southern part of the city, however, there were some families that were not afraid to die for their religion. In one of those families lived a mother, a father, a daughter of seven and a son of seventeen. One day, the daughter went out to play in a park about two miles from her house. While she was gone, a group of soldiers stampeded into her house. The son warned her mother, so she escaped through the back door. The soldiers burst through the front door and started to Capture her father and brother. They put up a strong fight, but her brother was badly injured and her father was slain. The soldiers thought they had taken care of everyone till they saw the family portrait. They searched for her mother and for her, but without success. They left her brother and father where they were laying and set fire to the house. After the soldiers left, her mother and her neighbors tried to put out the fire. When it vvtts out, they found the burnt bodies in the ruins. When the girl arrived, all she found was her mother leaning on a burnt Wooden pillar beside the bodies. When the daughter found out what had happened she wept and wept. A generous Catholic neighbor invited them to stay at her house as they had nowhere else to go. They decided they should stay hidden in a big Closet so that the soldiers Couldn”t find them. The Closet had a light and a radio. They were given pillows and blankets. For food, there was an Opening near the floor which food could be sent through. It seemed like a perfect hiding place. The soldiers continued to search for them. One day, when the family was at Church, soldiers came into the room where the Closet was. They noticed ants coming out of the Closet door Carrying bread Crumbs. and they thought there might be someone inside. They broke down the door and fired their guns, but they only succeeded in shooting holes in the Coats hanging there. Feeling foolish, they left the house. r The Jewish girl and her mother managed to stay hidden all throughout the winter. The i Germans were very busy invading Russia, so not so many soldiers Could be spared to search for them. Eventually, one of the other neighbors informed the police that they were there, and five soldiers came to Capture them. When the soliders arrived at the house. they discovered that all the inhabitants had left. They were heading for the northwest border to get away from the Nazis. The two families finally reached the border, but there was a Nazi Camp in between them and the Allied camp. The Nazi camp had been warned to watch for them, though the families didn”t know it. They were just about to try to run to the Allied camp when they saw soldiers Coming towards them. They thought they were Nazis, so they armed themselves with iron rods. When the soldiers got closer, the families discovered they were Allies. At last they were safe. Two weeks later the War was over. -Niraj Shah l

A Country of Extremes

INTRIGUING. INTOLERABLE NIRVANA, NEEDFUL DECADENT, DISMAL IDYLLIC, ILLICIT AFFLUENT, APPALLING -Katie Randall

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-—l_, The night before this happened, my grandma was trying to teach me how to å, - read and how to say that I was four years old. That was usually what we did when I ` 'iVi* was at her house and she did it with a smile. But the smile on her face that night was a sad smile; it looked like she was worrying about something. That night when I went to bed, I heard whispering between my dad, mom and grandma about me. The next day, we went shopping and aswe were walking along, I read the names of the buildings. When we stopped, I saw a really big building in front of me and it said H-O-S-P-I-T-A-L. ”Hospitall” I shouted, proud that I could read such a big « - word. Then we went in. It was strange shopping center because I didn't see any shops or any people in a hurry with huge shopping bags. I only saw old people with canes and others with rashes, chills, headaches and all kinds of sicknesses. I asked my mom why were we there and she said we just came to see my stomach. We went into a room with an examining table. My mom placed me on the examining table and the nurse gave me a teddy bear. At that moment, my brain felt like my room after a twister came through. Then I felt a little pinch on my arm and suddenly nothing was clear anymore. It was like having a fog feel in my eyes. Then the sounds, the noise from the streets,the nurses shouting ”NEXT," children crying, everything,.began to move farther away. It was as if everything, my legs, my arms and my head, were like a great computer shutting down. The next thing I remember, I was lying in a baby bed; it was humiliating. After I saw that awful baby bed , like the one I had when I Was three months old, I saw my dad, mom and grandma. l Shortly afterwards, we left the hospital but I couldn't walk properly. I curled up like an baby and my dad had to carry me all around. While we were driving back home, my mom said that I was so brave that I deserved some cake so we all went to a coffee shop. I started to like the operation. I didn't have to walk or to buy bread every day and I got quite a lot of presents. I changed my mind about what a good thing it was when my mom told me what happened. Then I got everything clear in my head. The pinch was an injection which put me to sleep and made my body unfeeling. Then the nurses came and placed me on a stretcher and took me to the operating theater and then mom and grandma had to leave. My operation took over four hours and it was a difficult operation for the surgeon because he had to be really careful. I had the operation because my stomach muscles were separated and they had to be joined. I didn't like the idea that the surgeon opened my abdomen and used instruments like scissors and scalpels on me. I also grew tired of feeling pain when I tried to stand up straight and walk. My abdomen took some time to heal. It has been a long time since my operation. I know it was important to have it then, but I hope I'll i never have to have another one. l -Ivana Jovetic

Appendicitis

About three or four weeks ago, I had a stomach ache so my father, mother and my church pastor went to the hospital. The doctor checked me, especially my abdomen and said, “She may have appendicitis, but I’m not sure. Please take her to the hospital tonight so we can watch her." I wanted to go home because I was very scared. We talked to the doctor and we p promised that the next day, we would come back. The next day We returned to the hospital. There was an appendix specialist who checked me and said, “I’m not sure but I think you’re better than yesterday. I`ll give you some medicine. If you are not better than before, you will have to stay in the hospital. Please have blood and urine tests now. You can have the results at seven o”clock. ” At seven o’c1ock, my pastor went for the results and he gave me the good news. “A-Youn, you don°t have appendicitis!” I was very happy because the result was very good and I wouldn”t have to stay in hospital. I was grateful to my father, my mother and my pastor because they helped me. -A-Youn Lim

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I am so tired, so tired. Physically and mentally. I have given up weeks ago, but my body has kept on fighting. Fighting against Cancer. Cancer, the horror disease. Nurses and doctors are running back and forth, in and out with Clipboards and white Coats. They look worried. The room I stay in is white and boring. There are no pictures. Only machines with liquid bags dripping fluid into me. There is a window in the end of the room. The weather is blue and sunny. I can”t see the garden because my room is on the fifth floor. I used to have posters of animals and music groups, but here at the hospital the room are plain and white. My mother, father and my sister are standing around me. My mother is holding my hand. Her face is swollen from Crying. My father looks more worried than he's ever been. And my sister who said she always wanted me dead, is standing in the comer of the room and Crying. All my friends have been here when I was stronger. Suddenly I felt that every thing in my body flew away. All the machines started beeping. The last thing I heard, was The scream from my mother, “Don”t leave us now!” Doctors came and followed my family out. Nurses wrapped me up in a plastic bag with a zipper and rolled the bed that I had been lying on out of the room and down the hall. The funeral was held on Monday. Iu was a big funeral. Flowers were arranged everywhere. My whole class was there, my family, friends and every body I had known. Ann, my best friend broke into hysterical Crying. She had to be taken away. Everyone was Crying at the funeral. My funeral.

-Maren Holthe

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-Nicola Leighton

73 How Polio Came To Be

Once there was a god called Poliomitus. He was a friendly god, but he always had to have his way. He was the god of preventing diseases or, in other words, keeping people healthy. But he also had the power to make and spread diseases. When he was mad, boy was he mad. Once he was lying down on a hammock and some people came and made fun of him. He yelled, “Bug off” The people didn’t come back. One day he went down to earth disguised as a cow to see what was going on. He saw that people were worshipping him. He liked to see this. It made him feel proud. Suddenly the butcher came and took him to the slaughter house. he was going to make him into hamburger. The Butcher was standing right by the cow, ready for the slaughter when suddenly the cow disappeared. “What.” said the butcher, “I must be hallucinatingf' Poliomitus went back up to the heavens. “Whoa boy was that close,” he said. He went back to his hammock and went to sleep. When he woke up a little while later, he went down to earth again. This time in a form of a man. He saw that people were worshipping another god. He asked someone, “Whatever happened to worshipping Poliomitus?” “Awe, that old thing. We have doctors now. So we don”t really need to be protected by him.It is just a waste of time worshipping Poliomitus.”. “What!” Boy was he shocked. He planned how to force the people to worship him again. All he had to do was to out smart the doctors. He made a disease for which the doctors could do nothing. He made a disease called poliomitus or polio for short. He was about to send it down to earth, but then he questioned himself. “What ifI regret this? No way,” he thought, “they don’t need me. They stopped worshipping me, and they will pay!” He threw the disease down to earth. The people soon caught it, and they went straight to the doctors. The doctors could do nothing about it. They tried everything that they could but nothing would work. Whoever caught this deadly epidemic would surely die. Poliomitus looked down from the heavens. “Ha ha ha he,” he laughed. “Now you will pay for not worshipping me. This proves that you do need me. So there,” he yelled, When the other gods found out, they knew that they had to do something about it. But they didn°t dare to go to Poliomitus and tell him. So they went down to earth in the form of a doctor. They went straight to the hospital. The gods did all they could and finally found a cure for the disease. Poliomitus was not very happy.

-Nikhil Lakshminarayan

Horse Power

It was a five minute walk to the beach; we were nearly there, “So race or alone?” my teacher asked. We chose to go alone. My sister and my friend had already gone. It was my tum to go now. SLAP, my teacher hit my horse lightly on the quarters. Bally leaped off like a rocket, and we were gone. We were moving like the wind. I got to hear the wind whistling in my ear and the hooves stomping on the sand. On one side, I could see the vast ocean and, on the other side, I could see bushes and palm trees swiftly passing me. Soon my sister and my friend started growing bigger and bigger. I was getting closer to them and FAST. They were waiting at the other end of the beach for me. “Whoa! !” I said to my horse and patted it on the neck. It was all over ......

-Laura Laakkonen 74 A Dangerous Fall

Three summers ago, on summer holiday, I rode a bicycle. I rode very fast. Suddenly I fell down. I hit my head and my back. My friend helped me to go home because, for a moment I didn't know where am was. When I got home I was frightened like my parents and brother because we thought that I was seriously hurt. My mother washed my back and my father took me immediately to hospital. When my father and I got there, we saw a lot of people in. wheelchairs, on crutches or with casts. That was a sad picture. My father saw a doctor friend and asked him for help because there were many people waiting. He hoped his friend could take us directly to a doctor. He helped us but, even with his help, we waited a long time for our tum. When we entered the doctor's office, I sat on a chair and told the doctor what happened. He examined my head for few minutes and then he said that I must go for X-rays. Again we waited for our tum. When I entered the X-ray room, the technician placed me on a chair and put a big X-ray camera next to my head. He took a few pictures and sent us back to the doctor's office. There we saw him studying an X-ray of my head. We were very frightened because we didn`t know what he was going to say about my head. A hundred scary thoughts about my fall passed through my mind while I was waiting for the doctor to tell us what he thought about my head injury. Luckily, the doctor said that everything was O.K. and that I just needed rest in a dark room for a few days. I still love bicycling, but I bicycle more carefully and much slower now. I have no desire to be injured again. -Mihailo Udovicki

An Unpleasant Memory When I was three years old, we were living in an apartment in Tokyo. I often played with my friends on the grass in front of apartment building. One day, my friend who was six years old threw a small harpoon which stuck in the calf of my leg. I was too shocked to feel pain. When I saw the harpoon in my leg and the blood running out of the wound, I started to cry. My friend was shocked, too, and ran to me and pulled out the harpoon. I walked up the two flights of stairs to our apartment. My mother was Surprised to see me crying and bleeding. She put a bandage on my wound and took me by taxi to the hospital. The harpoon was rusty and stuck deeply so the doctor gave me a tetanus injection and put some gauze with an antibiotic medicine into my wound. After that, my mother brought me to see the doctor every day to change the gauze. When the doctor changed the gauze, the gauze cling to my wound so I always experienced severe pain. My parents were very anxious about me. Fortunately, I was lucky; I escaped damage to the nerves of my leg.

-Keita Nakamura

75 g ;_§:gr‘3§g§i‘/Nå A Impressions of India ,4. r. Cows in the road - {J} t; Beggars at the window Pollution in the air 'l Impatience of the traffic J Liltered streets lndia Gate at sunset Colored elephants f; . __ . :f creative artwork x Handmade baskets .l“' yr. at: So cliffereiit from the places I've been Will l be happy here‘? .”;',.,k: ’ I hope so.

- Chandini Sarna

Weaver

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MELTING Day and Night these hands I can feel the heat in iny head Dance. Suddenly It makes me begin to melt A rainbow To much heat and to much sweat is born. I`m beginning to lose my strength Woven into the Rainbow are a pair of breeze blw The whoosh a strong Dancing Hands. the heat off my head And for a moment my sweat dried Followed by a up just like wax, waxf? Oh! yes figure which gradually grows as the after tapestry all I am just a candlestic! slowly becomes more colorful. -Fae Deslate The figure is complete. The hands stop Dancing. -Kirsten Hartwick

76 Dreaded Beach

It didn't feel quite right walking through a crowd of strange people. I had to get some water for my sand castle which, I estimate, was about 20 meters away from the water-line. My parents had told me to look for the KLM sun shade under which they were sitting. My parents Were reading the Spanish newspapers from three days ago. When I got to the water, I looked around and scooped up a mixture of water and mud. I turned around, and to my horror, I didn't see the blue and white of the KLM sunshade. I started running towards the sandier part of the beach. I still could not see my parents. I kept on running. After an hour I gave up. I had run across the beach six times in one hour time. I had run an estimated 2 miles in total. Suddenly a lady came up to me and asked me “Como te llamas?”, which means what your name is. I answered, “Me llamo Sebastian,” which means that my name is Sebastian. Then she said in a sharp English accent, “The life guards are looking all over for you”. She took me to the Life Guard Post where I met my parents. Sebastian Knoops l SUZY! “No!” My whole family yelled. We were probably heard from all over Dakar, Senegal. Then a black cloud came over us all, and we felt like the world had just ended. I looked at my dog, her beautiful black fur and cute little face. There she lay in the road, hurt and in pain. The ugly, white car driving away. It happened on a beautiful, sunny day. I was sitting with my ayah, Marie, and my younger sister, Laura. We were reading out of a big, yellow book filled with cartoon characters. Suddenly on the other side of the house our big black and white gate banged open. Suzy, our black cocker spaniel, raced in front of us and around the house. With three barks she greeted my dad wh0’d just come home from work. With a “yipee” from Laura all three of us got up and raced through the house and into the front yard. “Hi dad!” Laura and I yelled, running to see who could hug him first. A few moments later, we were still talking about our day when the open gate attracted Suzy`s attention. She wandered out to sniff the flower bushes by the street. “Come here, Suzy. Come on, girl. Suzy, come here! Suzy!” We were all calling her by then. My mom and Nathaniel, my older brother, had come out too. Suzy stilled ignored us and started looking across the street at a small moving object. Then everything happened at once. Suzy dashed across the street right when the small ugly white car came around the comer and charged like a mad bull down the road. With in two seconds the car hit Suzy but kept going. My family and I watched, shocked at what had just happened until I started to cry. Suzy, who was stunned by the hit, got up, dashed to the other side of the road and collapsed in a worthless heap. My mom and dad went charging towards her right when our friend, Cathy, who had seen the whole thing too, rushed up our walk to Laura, N athaniel and me as we sat on the porch in tears. My parents then took Suzy to the vet, leaving my brother and sister and I with Cathy. “Will she die?” I asked her. She told me no and made an okay sign with her fingers and put it on her left leg. “Her injury will only be that big.” Later on, after. Cathy had left, Marie, Nathaniel, Laura and I were waiting in the living room for my mom, dad and hopefully Suzy to come home. Then the door of the garage opened and on the porch stepped my dad and mom, but no Suzy. My mom was crying. I started to cry all over again. As they came in the door, my dad said, “She died on the table at the vet's.” And that l is one of the worst lines spoken that I have heard. Later it was all explained. Suzy had gotten her ribs broken when she was hit by the car and when she got up and ran they punctured her lungs and BOOM, she collapsed. The next day we buried her in the woods by a small pony stable. She will always be one l of my favorite dogs and I still wish she”d moved with us to the U.S. later that year. -Anna Myers

77 What a Find The Canary Islands

Allie was sitting on the ground crash- On the beautiful Canary Islands, in the ing rocks and playing while her mother, pool in the Sunwing hotel, under the warm Lokous and sister, Fessie, were doing cave sun I lay. Oh, in the Canary Islands, even the cleaning and cooking. Her brother, Greggy dull moments are fun in their own sort of and father, Keen, were out hunting and way. searching for the winter. That noon, we went to the beach, the “Allie, don’t go too far from cave, 95 water wasn”t too cold nor to hot. After her mother would repeat every once in a while running around from noon to late afternoon, so her little Allie, five years old, would not we came back to our hotel room and had a wonder off. rest. Later in the evening, we went to the “Yes, but may I go to lake, Mother?” rocks at the edge of the shore and just walked Allie asked trying to not show how impatient along there, enjoying the beautiful sounds she was. and colorful lights in the background. “Yes, but come back when sun is fully In the morning the next day, we had up,” her mother said carefully. toast, marmalade, butter, muffins, juice, and “O.K.!” Allie yelled as she ran through all the delicious foods that make a holiday the desert-like forest. It had trees but not that breakfast special. many trees where the light could come in. The We spent the rest of the time in the l family had gotten separated from the other pool until 1 o’clock when we ate lunch, roast tribes in a very bad storm sothey had walked Chicken and fruit salad with sabres, and walked till they came here. oh.....yum! When Allie came to the lake she found After that we went Somewhere on the her father and brother fishing. They greeted mountains and sat down in this very little her and asked what was in her hand. She told house which serves as a small cafe and them that it was just a rock that she smashed. grocery for travellers. We heard about this “Here Father, take it,” Allie said place and that’s why we chose this position, brightly. “You can have it.” because we could buy some food for the “Father, look what it can do. It can cut the fish picnic we were going to have there. We spent and look, father it can cut hide and meat.” a few hours there and then we finally went Greggy said excitedly. back to the hotel. >l<*>l<>l<>l<>!<>l<>l<>l< Because these events were close to the That night they celebrated about there end of the trip, the very next day was the time first tool thanks to Allie and her playfulness. to go so when we came back, we rested a They ate with it and made many into other while and then started packing. Early next tools as well. After about a year they found morning, we went to the airport and went the other tribe and Allie was very well known. back to Denmark where we had already stayedfor a year and still to were to stay another two. Mind you, that wasn”t a loss.

- Francesca Vitale - Ido Shlomo

judgment

With every birth comes a death. Begins to outweigh the evil, With every death comes a The sun begins to break through, Judgment Day. Forcing the clouds to be on their way. Standing on that rock, They reach another destination. With the warm welcoming sun, Again..... And the cold forbidding rain clouds. The sun slowly creeps behind You watch your life, the clouds. Through the eyes of others. Waiting Overhead you watch For the sun to return, The clouds cover the sun Even though it won't. The good in your life . -Malaika Rajandran

78 The Sand Dune

“I dare you to go up that sand dune,” said Steven. “I double dare you to go,” said Brandon. The School I Couldn’t Stand “I triple dare you l So there!” Brandon let out a groan and started climbing the giant “No, don’t leave me here in this horri- sand dune. ble place,” I screamed at my mom. I was in “I know I “ll regret this,” said Brandon the classroom of Sri Ram School (the school but he continued climbing the dune. He my parents were going to put me in) yelling, looked down and saw all his friends cheering screaming and shouting at my mom, “No for him. don’t leave me here, don't leave me here.” “Way to go Brandon!” All children were talking to their “You can do it, you only have two friends and all the parents were talking to their hundred feet left!” friends. But not me! I hated this place, Wha- Sweat rolled down Brandon’s fore- tever it was. I clutched onto my mom’s legs head. He looked up and saw the hardest part and Wou1dn’t let go for even a fraction of a of the climb ahead. At the top of the dune the second. My mom tried to push me over to my sand was soft and loose. He hadto be very seat, but I just clutched onto her legs and careful not to let the sand break or he would wouldn't let go. fall 200 feet. As Brandon went the final body Then my mom started talking to the tall, ugly length of the dune cheers roared from the ladywho wore glasses. The lady stared at me bottom. When Brandon stood up to take a and I stared back very, very, very confused. bow the sand collapsed under him. Who was this lady and what was she going to The crowd of children started running do with me? to the nurse”s tent in the desert camp. Even Buckets of tears came out of my eyes inthe scorching heat the kids ran at full speed. and questions spun around in my mind. What “Ms. Jones! Brandon is stuck in the is this place? What am I going to do here? sand!” The nurse ran outside to see where Where does my brother go every day, he isn't Brandon was but she c0u1dn’t see him. In the here is he? Then where does he go? Does he ' meantime Brandon was running out of air. also have to go to this horrible place? And if His arms were not moving because they were he does why isn't he here?Why am I the broken. He tried to scream but nothing came person who has to go to this horrible place? I out. All his clothes were tom. screamed and kicked, “No, you are not going Steven was looking for Brandon under to leave me in this discussing, horrible, yucky the sand. Brandon and him were best friends place, no way.” since first grade and they had never been apart The mean lady, who was my teacher, for more than a month . Now Brandon might and my mom stared at me like I was crazy. die and Steven felt sad and angry at the same They tried to convince me that nothing would time. Steven looked up from his job thinking happen to me but I wouldn’t listen. “No way, it was hopeless and saw a piece of tom cloth. you can't leave me here!” He was about to leave but he notice some Almost everybody from my family movement under the cloth. tried to convince me to stay but I wouldn”t. He ran to the spot and started digging They got fed up and put me in my brother’s and saw Brandon covered with sand. school AES where I stayed. “I FOUND HIMH” The nurse ,all the kids,and the workers brought shovels and -Trishla Jain started digging under the sweltering sun. Soon they had got him out but he had no pulse. Hospital doctors arrived and Were giving Brandon treatments. Brandon got out of the hospital fine and healthy. From then on Brandon never took a dare. e -Dax Varkey

79 Shipwrecked

Bassan is a twelve-year-old Iranian boy who lives in Teheran. His uncle lives in Burma working for WHO. Bassan is going to visit his uncle by ship during summer vacation. He chooses to go by ship because he loves the sea and the animals of the sea, and also because he loves adventure. One day he started his journey. He was having fun on the ship. Everyday he woke up and watched whales and dolphins. On the third day of his journey, the ship was caught in a bad storm. He was so frightened. At last the ship sank, but Bassan was saved. He held a piece of wood and held it tightly. He was floating for a long time. After a few hours, he came to a jungle. He was so sleepy that he fell asleep after he landed on a beach. When he woke up, he found out he was so hungry, so he searched for food. He found coconuts hanging on the coconut trees beside the beach, and in the jungle he found some fruits to eat. Then he went to find a pond containing fresh water. On the way he saw many animals like deer, monkeys and even tigers. Then he realized that he might be in the Sunderbans. He found a fresh water pond and drank water. He went back to the beach, gathered some wood and made fire by rubbing two stones. Then next day he started to look around and a tiger chased him. He climbed up a tree and waited until the tiger was gone. Then he thought he must make a house to live in, so he made a house with stones and leaves. It took him five days to make it. He made Weapons with sticks and stones. Once when he was hunting, a tiger came in front of him, and he killed the tiger. lt was very hard. Then he saw a tiger cub and found out it was the cub of the tiger which he had killed. He took it to his house, and it became his pet. One day he saw a ship passing by. After two months he could remember his parents. He quickly got some dry leaves and wood on the beach and made a fire. The captain of the ship saw the fire and came to the shore. He met him and told him what had happened to him. So, he went home with his pet tiger cub to Iran. Two months was his summer holiday, so he cou1dn’t go to his unc1e’s house, but he had an exciting adventure to tell everybody about. -Mohammed Ragib Ahsan Untitled The chidren play, the bells ring, the silk shines like dew drops on a spider’s web, the flowers smell, fresh and new, the gold shines like the ocean on a hot day. Dreams.

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Gavel. Baby’s feet out the door, bells break, silk fades, flowers wilt. Sleepless nights. Silence. Until death do us part. -Tara Dow

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The Vituperatiue Poem Writing

No ideas As if you are thinking about nothing. Tiring! Boring! Barf! Wasting time. Writing all the time.

Torture l`d rather watch a snail...... count my basketball cards ...have Indian Studies for two weeks ...shine my coins ...go to sleep early ...skip T.V for three days ...skip music for three days ...count my hair ...look at the sun without squinting ...clean my room ...eat nutritious food

Get an F, “OUCH!"

Feels like I dropped a 2 ton bowling ball on my toes. I`d rather stick my hand in a blender and tum it on ...get tetanus shots everyday chew on tin foil ...go to the dentist and get 12 cavities removed ifl had any.

Hey! I`m going to go down the list and make up some lame excuse. HEY! List? Did I say list? I don’t believe it. I made the best poem ever. I'm going to have a party! I guess it`s not that bad. NOT! YES! YES! -Anand Ahuja

81 As The Flame Burns

I stand still, staring into the darkness, darkness, has been my way, from the light I stay away, but I fail, I stand I stare I die. I wake, just to see the flame, and I see my past shame, I stand I stare I die. I see the flame of living, the path is clear, I try, I try, but I cannot, I stand I stare I die. Thus is the way of the enslaved, it will stand, it will stare, t! Lélziinli turen and it will die.

-Rahul Bhansali

The Cloing oi Day âhakespearian åunnet

lit is guuu tu he in eighth graue this pear Deftly, deftly, åinre me are the hrightest anu biggest grate The artist dips his brush, Eu ílâigh ånhuul me are perpmerp near Softly, softly, íllilanp times peuple ask us tu am The song of the thrush, gt times me almaps hu mhat me mant Swiftly, swiftly, we reallp like tu gu tu a mom’: Brings night over day, í-Bluhies at QQZÉØ mhere me uun't queue Lightly, lightly, UIhe :Hilask the hest, perfett anu hrightest tur me The sun moves out of the way, Ee mill gu un a hig trip tu iâishikesh Hurriedly, hurriedly, we mill gu rafting un the hig riper däanges The moon comes out, il hupe uur frienuships last anu me all mesh Quietly, quietly, {Hp hest frienu un the trip mill he Ranges You are asleep no doubt! ííâe likes me ant mants me tu he his frienh íåe reallp hoes think Zl am a éuusenu

- Stephanie Miedema -Arjun Nijhawan

82 FOOD

Mushrooms I hate, Cucumbers give me gas, Those are the main two foods I hate, At dinner I really get down to business, The meat gets brought in, On a silver platter of course, I start to lick my lips ...... My stomach growls ...... Now I am really tempted ...... Kf” Oh, thank goodness- the Ketchup, å ' “Hey moml, . »_ If you don’t want, ~' .l any of that, `~ " I”ll be glad to help .

Samuel Chi

Living Without Father

I clutch onto my father’s hand I am like a statue Unwilling to let go Unable to For I know he must leave MoveFor I know when I reach home Me N 0 one with a warm, loving smile will be at I let his hand go the door And see him walk away Waiting for A feeling of emptiness floods through Me Me My family will feel I try not looking in his direction Without my father's In the past his eyes have Presence Never been empty but full of Incomplete Tears A lump rises to my throat -Priyanka Sharma

83 åvnnnizt

I don't know what to write about right now, My brain is dead and it won’t start to work, How did old Shakespear get his to work, how? Maybe the old man got some help from some Turk. Well l hope l can think of something soon, l'm sitting at my desk, trying to write, Maybe l'll write something about some goon, Yes! Yes! That's it, now I have seen the light! I pull out sleek pen and start to write, l write a little and then take a break, My writing goes on through the still, dark night, ~ Nowfm getting hungry, ‘I needsome steak’, It is getting late and l need to sleep, ^ ,l can't get to sleep, so l'm counting sheep. a

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84 Lucky Day When I was eight, I fell down while playing at school. I thought it was not a big problem so I didn’t tell my teacher. When I arrived at my house, however, I realized that My First Time at the Dentist one of my teeth was loose. I told my mother in a worried voice, “My tooth is loose and l’m afraid l’ll swallow it by mistake." In 1990, lwas living in France. It was a The next day, my mother took me to the Friday morning and I was preparing to go dentist. I sat on a couch in the waiting room to kindergarten, but when I brushed my with my mother. As I read the magazines, I teeth, I realized that my tooth was heard some crying and loud screams coming hurting too much to be normal. I was from the dentist's room. I decided that the dentist must be very cruel and that any dental scared to tell my mom because I thought work was very painful. I was terrified. Getting that she would take me to the dentist and up, I decided to run away from the dentíst but I would have a painful treatment. I went my mother grabbed my arm and pulled me to take my bag and go to kindergarten. back. She had to promise me a new dress before When I arrived there, I saw my I was ready to sit down again. friends, but After some time, the nurse called out I didn't play with them because my tooth my name. I got up slowly, too scared to go started to hurt again.When I arrived inside the room. But when I saw the doctor, he home, I saw my mom and I decided to tell Iooked very kind. i sat on a big chair and it her about my tooth. “Mom, oh, Mom, my started to move when the doctor pressed some tooth hurts really bad." My mom replied, pedals. The doctor asked me to open my mouth wide and sprayed something inside. A pretty "Ok. Let’s go to the dentist.” When I girl came in. She was a nurse. She whispered, heard that, my heart started pounding “If you don’t cry, l'II give you a candy bar!” very hard. I felt very scared because l’d so I decided to be brave. never been to the dentist and I feared When the doctor brought the that he would do something painful to my instruments, I was scared so I grabbed my mothers hand. They Iooked very sharp and tooth. When we arrived there, I started to enormous. He puIIed out my tooth and tears look around the dentist's room. I saw began to flow down my checks. My mother many Instruments and supplies--needles, a grabbed my hands and she whispered, “Dont syringe, cotton balls, bandages and forget about the new dress!” I stopped crying alcohol. After I finished looking because I wanted to have a candy bar and a new around, dress. Blood was running down my chin so the my mom told him what had happened and nurse put a cotton ball where my tooth had then he checked my mouth. When he been and told me to bite down. Then she wiped checked my mouth, he took a tooth out my face with a cool cloth. She whispered, “l'll because it wasn't good any more. He put give you a candy bar, but next time be careful?” She handed me a big candy bar with a a silver tooth in to keep the space open picture of a horse. for my permanent tooth. That was really I said, “Good byel” and walked out.On painful for me and I told myself, "l'm the way home, my mother bought me a new never going to forgive this dentist!"That dress. It was very cute because it had a ribbon was the first bad experience that had and a picture of a bear.The next day I wore my new dress to school. Every one said it was ever happened to me. I felt like dying in pretty and my friends came and Iooked in my the chair, but I couldn't. mouth to see where my tooth had been. They -Shiran Sharon thought I was lucky to get both a candy bar and a pretty new dress. -Chan-Yi Park

85 I a m O O O O O O O O I am: a red rose growing in a field a dolphin jumping into the night sky tuna slopped on a sandwich a big bouncy bed for you to bounce on champagne bubbling in a tall glass

I am: a red person burning brightly a trickling stream running roughly blue jeans tough and smooth a sunny person but cool

I am: a red ferrari running smooth but fast a field of flowers blooming beautifully hills and mountains as high as the sky chocolate ice cream tasting so creamy the ocean flowing calmly

I like What I am!

-Leanne Leighton

Malaysia

Malaysia is situated in South East Asia. It is quite a small country but, even so, contains fourteen states. The states have some lovely names, such as Pulau Pinang, Selangor, Negeri Sembilan and Wilayah Persekutuan. The capital of Malaysia is Kuala Lumpur. Most of the religion in Malaysia is Islam (65%). Other religions are Hinduism (l0%),Buddhism (lO%) and Christian (15 %). There are a lot of historical places in Malaysia like the 7 Wells in Melaka. A lot of tourists like to go somewhere where the weather is fine so most go to the Genting Highlandswhich is situated on a mountain. The weather is quite cold. There, tourists will have a fun time at the amusement park. There are a lot of malls in Malaysia and tourists can buy a lot of things there. They can also go to the museum to see old things that were left after the war for independence for Malaysia. Malaysia celebrates a lot of things but the most important celebration is Eid.

-Rizal Mansoor

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86 Unique

“I hate the pizza parlour!” Kathryn exclaimed angri1y,”We go there every time, 1et’s go have Chinese food!” “Ok ,ok just this once though,” I THE msromr or coumms sighed , giving in. Sometimes I wish Kathryn didn’t like Chinese food so much. “Come on Erica, I’m starved,” said From the moment when human beings Kathryn, in a hurry to get to her favorite res- appeared on Earth, they had to count. When taurant. they were getting ready to hunt, they had to When we got to the restaurant the dim put an equal distance between the beaters. lights reminded me that school was going to A beater's job is to drive animals out of an start soon, and summer would be over. we sat area of land so that they may be killed by down and ordered. hunters. When farmers planted wheat they “I'm so nervous about going back to had to count when to gather it. The first school with new teachers,lockers,new people helper in counting was the fingers. When that and homework! Yukkll” Kathryn said dis- wasn’t enough, they used their toes. Then a gustedly, biting her fingernails. She soon man invented the abacus, a counting frame. moved on to biting the end of her pen, with The Arifmometer was invented. pictures of sealife all over it. This was a very neat box with a handle and “Just because you want to be a marine lots of numbered wheels inside. A man biologist d0esn’t mean everything has to have turned the handle at a right angle, so the fishes all over it!” I exclaimed. numbers were added or subtracted. Kathryn tied her blond hair up in a Time went on, and in the twentieth blue scrungy that matched the color of her century the world was surprised with speed. eyes. She absentmindedly started humming Cars went faster. You could see airplanes in one of Alanis Morrisette”s songs. the sky. Now, the Arifmometer didn’t work “Kathryn....KATHRYN! l” I yelled. the way the people wanted it to. People “Huh?” needed something much faster! Where could “What planet are you on?” they find the solution? Electrical energy was “Planet India, It’s a world away!” what helped make absolutely new counting machines. -Kathryn Finney IBM’s time had come. The first computers counted a thousand times faster I AM MYSELF than the old Arifmometer! But how big they were! Rooms that accommodated the counting machines looked like huge auditoriums I am an electric eel with lots of white cupboards. The information a glowing sapphire was installed in those “cupboards” by pieces a dawn person of cardboard with small holes and magnetic lines on them. In each IBM machine, the I am a turquoise man “thinking” part was made of thousands of a pedestrian electrical lamps. These lamps processed Classical music masses of numbers. Now, the computers are thousands of times faster then the old I am a boombox Arifmometer. Calculators are widely used. an evolved landscape The next step in counting will be something a sour sweet drink incredible.

I am a Chillie con veggie -Leonid Vladimirov a tom pair of safari pants a bright moon

-Gagan Bhatnagar (Ute Black Bullet STRAWBERRY BURNS We arrive at the station Never been here, never coming back bright and early, Never Want to think about the things to go on our fantasy journey. That happened today Want to lay down on the warm ground Clickity Clack, Clickity Clack I think I’m going to need A little time to myself The Black Bullet, as Don’t fall down now black can be. You will never get up Screaming down the tracks Don’t fall down now of Destiny. Don’t fall down now D0n’t fall down now Clickity Clack, Clickity Clack. You will never get up Don’t fall down now Miles and miles of lron snakes twisting and turning, Now I ask you for a slow ride in all kinds of shapes. Going nowhere You look like Satan Clickity Clack, Clickity Clack. You ask me if I want to get high Couple of bags down in old town The whistle blows You tie your arm and the steam head grows, And ask me if I wanted to drive Villages Don°t fall down now Towns You will never get up and on it goes. Don’t fall down now Don’t fall down now Clickity Clack, Clickity Clack. Don’t fall down now You will never get up Along the sea shores D0n’t fall down now the sea gulls scream, Now the passengers chatter, Last thing I recall, I was in the air and sometimes dream. I woke up in a street Crawling with my strawberry burns Clickity Clack, Clickity Clack. Ten long years in a straight line They fall like Lunch is served. Yes, I guess I messed up again. Curry, rice, Don't fall down now Chapati,Naan, You will never get up Don’t fall down now Bread, Chillies, Don’t fall down now And heaps of spice. Don’t fall down now You will never get up Clickity Clack, Clickity Clack. Don°t fall down now Now Journeys end. We're finally here. -Rishi Chandiok Happy and sad, we shead a tear.

Clickity Olack, Clickity Clack.

-Thomas Edwards

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Life is like a bottle of Coca-Cola ®. First you open it with represents birth . Then you drink it prior to when it is empty which represents death. YET Life is also like a box Kellogg's Rice Krispies®. First you open it with represents birth. Then you munch and munch it which represents growth. When the bag is empty you are dead. Moreover "at ° , ;l` Life is a designation that is used in the English prose, It can be used wisely or unwisely, PLUS When you live on the bounds, is like when you acquire a pair of scissors and pierce off the bottom of a bag of flour then it pours all over. If the possessor wants it, he can put it back which represents life, If the proprietor doesn't want it, he can eject it away which represents death Nevertheless We exactly don't know what life is. We don't comprehend what happens after-life, Love is possibly why we have life. It's probably because of god or the supreme being said we must die one day or other-wise life is boring. If you contemplate you know why we live, live the way of your theory. BUT If you haven't seen Star Wars, Retum of the Jedi, or the Empire Strikes Back See it! And may the forces be with you.

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Saturday Morning Snow is Falling LifeWithout You Never in Vancouver! Yes... White My dream comes true!! like a huge comfy cloth Lonley, isolated and life covering the entire city. without you. Everything seems I climb upwards and upwards, calm and quiet, The sounds of nature Isolated! I hear, Because the snow Knowing you are gone and like a huge army surrounds. the top is near! Defeat though Looking from above, the Sun Lakes as pure as love; Fire Hot any love! Rises The frosted forest, and Melts each the clouded clouds, sheet of snow Now I know what life really means, Retuming everything back to reality. I feel everything As the planets and sun gleam. -Ateen Paliwal

The breeze wipes memories, The bad ones and sad ones, With a strong bond in the bright night, The paradise melting into the light. So, up and up I keep on going, Reaching before the sky’s snowing, Onward, onward Knowing from right and wrong, The sun rising in the east and then... §H<§{I§é“';§§7’§ is gone!!! In the winter, The peaks of the world, I love snow, I finally stand firm and bold. Where I live, Nothing can go wrong, Snow rarely falls, Everything seems to be in control! I sat by the window, From the dark etemity skys, Wishing for the cold flakes, To the precious metal in lives, Waited long, From the stars above, It Snowed! To the deepest love Excited, Everything is in control! Ran outside, Slipped, -Alessandro Binotti Fell, "TOO COLD!" I thought.

-Matthew Smawfield

90 Skin and Bones

“118...119...120. There, finished.” I had been doing sit—up’s for the past two weeks now :and still hadn’t lost any weight. Let°s face it; I was fat. I I “D'1nner’s ready,” my mum called. That’s all I needed right now: food! I went down-I :stairs as slowly as I could and saw my family eating happily. They were so lucky they didn’t: Ihave weight problems. I had talked to my mum about my weight, but she denied that I was fat. I :I took some vegetables and began eating. “What?” I asked, as my parents and my brother were all watching me. “Is that all y0u’re gonna eat?” my brother said with a snort. “I ate two doughnuts before I came home,” I lied.

The next day at school I was with my friend Catherine. “So where do you want to go forI lunch, Pizza Hut, KFC or McD0na1d’s?” she asked. I I had been waiting for that where-do-you-want-to-eat question. “Nowhere,” I replied. “You have been doing this for the past two weeks. You don”t eat, and when you do, all you eat is a salad,” Cath said with an angry sigh. “I eat a good breakfast though,” I lied again.

Seven weeks later I finally started to see some results. “Yes!” I shouted. I had lost ten: Ipounds! I put my jeans on and they practically fell to the floor. I had to get some new clothes,I :as my Clothes were hanging from me. My mood was cheerful until I got downstairs. Oh nol: IBreakfast! Today Mum hadn’t left early for work. Normally I would eat a slice of bread before I :going to school. My mum made me eat two slices of toast with butter and jam. Too many calo-: Iries, I thought. I I I I I I Another six weeks went by. I was sitting in maths class and could see people staring atI Ime. I could hear them say, “What°s wrong with her? Is she O.K.?” I ignored them. ' : Just then a boy called Luke came up to me and said, “What”s wrong with you? D0n’t: :you eat or anythingfl” _ : I “Get lostl” I replred. I : “You had better eat; you’re so ugly and skinny!” he said in a bossy voice. By this time,: Ieveryone was staring at me. I felt like crying. I : After maths, my next class was P.E. ; we were going swimming. I looked great in my: Iswimsuit. Well, at least I thought so. The pool was freezing. I felt weak and dizzy. Just then, II :fainted. : I “Your mum’s on the way to collect you. You fainted and I think you should see a I :doctor. Take good care of yourself,” the nurse said. I didn't reply. I just rested in the nurse”s' Ioffice. : My mum came quickly to school. While We were in the car, we had a big argument. IShe said that I was going to die if I kept carrying on like this. She also rubbed in that I hadI :anorexia nervosa. I started crying, and so did she. I went home and dozed off. : I “Wake up, wake up,” Mum said in a tired voice. “You”ve got an appointment with theI :doctor.” : I “Doctor! I don’t want to go to the doctor!” I shouted. By then I was fully awake. I I I : We waited for ten minutes in the waiting room, and I nearly fell asleep. Then a startling: :buzz rang which meant we could go in. The doctor was surprised at how much I had changed.: IHe took my weight and said I had to start making a list of everything I ate during the day. I hadI :to see him again in another two weeks.

One week passed. “So how was your day?” Mum asked. “Fine,” I replied. Catherine, a few friends and I had gone to a water park. “Victoria, what is this! You've hardly eaten anything -- just a glass of water and ten: Ifriesl” my mum shouted. She was really mad. She stormed out of the room and banged theI :door shut on her way out. : 91

í_ I Later that day, my father declared that I was going to be taken to the hospital. I tried to I ‘object, but it was no use. Life was never fair! I had to take counseling sessions and visit the: .hospital every week. I also had to keep a record of everything I ate. g : During one of my counseling sessions, the counselor finally knocked some sense into I .me. She pointed out that I looked too skinny. My veins and bones were sticking out. I gradual- I :ly started to eat more and hang around with my friends. I am on summer holidays right now. I' . . . . . I .apologized to my friends for being so rude to them; anorexia had also affected my personality 1 :during that time. I apologized to my parents as well for being such a pain in the neck. I am I .feeling more healthy now. Hopefully. I won`t look too skinny when we start school.

-Parisha Taylor

A Bird in the Wilderne

I'm a bird Flying across the sky Worrying about nothing As I fly into the white creamy clouds Flying across the golden sun and the silver moon As I land on the ground, Taking a drink from the crystal clean trickling stream Then I fly up in the blue sky Breath in the fresh air At the beauty of the evening I go back to my tree and rest after a long day In the comfort of my nest

-Radha Jetley

Dwayne is my brother’s name. He’s cute and everything but nmean. You know, I love him a lot and all, but he`s really mean. :Seriously he likes to act cool, and that is why he’s mean to me — his llittle sister. : He loves basketball though. He never ever goes a day without : I touching a basketball. When he plays basketball, he plays to win, not l :to play around. He takes this very seriously because basketball is his : I life. When he plays with the big boys, he plays aggressively; he wants l 'to win. And he always wants to win. When one of my friends first met him, she said to me, “You see that boy over there, he is so cute.” Everyone thinks that he is cool and a nice guy. But, I know what really is like. He's mean. So that is how I feel about Dwayne. He is my big brother.

-Alesia Hutchinson

92 T Quest Moments and Emotions

Silence, Emptiness fills in me, Darkness against the light. The quiet of a held breath, In solitary, The hush of a sleeping baby, Nowhere to go to. Softly sighing with a sweet smile. I ”m still climbing and climbing, Climbing. Noise, Will I ever reach the top? The honk of a car in a crowded city, The unintelligible screaming of a heavy metal In the midst of nothing, band, Cold, unforgotten feelings inside. With a babe in the front on guitar. Depression, anger, fear. I’m on my way. Laughter, I`m still climbing and climbing, The hee-hawing of an over-weight, over-aged l Climbing. lady, Segregated, will we ever be whole again? The bellow of a thin man in a fat body, Drawing attention, disgusted attention. l've fallen many times, Anxiety in me. Scream, Painful memories block my path, i Leaving many pieces behind. A shrill little girl, grabbed by a big man, I’m still climbing and climbing, A despairing wail from a newly-widowed Climbing. woman. No more regrets. Watching her husband being carted away.

Few more steps left, Happiness, Great rushes of ever joy. The delighted cry from a boy receiving candy, Through hardships and sorrow. The soundless joy of a man holding his new born No giving up now, child. I’m still climbing and climbing, Caressing his tired wife's head in a proud way. Climbing. Will I see the light... the brightness? Sadness, A grief-stricken madman in a straight-jacket, Color filling the void, A young man in silent anguish, Brightness, overpowering the dark. Searching for his lost dog and afraid to look at the In unity, in peace, lump in the road. All comes to end. Climbing, no more, Emotion, I have reached the very top. Ever-changing, ever-present, Without them life is death, -Joy Torres With them life is a non-stop adventure, searching for the perfect one.

What is Life, But the moments and emotions, The Silence, the noise, The laughter and screams, The happiness and sadness? It is nothing...

-Olivia Hess

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Two men sneaked up a hill f—————————————————————————————‘ embedded with rocksthat are As apathy conquers the last limits ofmy soul bumpy. I am forever lost Their footsteps rudely break in hu1nanity`s melancholy. the quiet, The breaches to my heart making a sleeping sea lion are forever sealed very grumpy. as I plunge into seclusive eternity. They were planning As I fight against the flow of life to observe the beast, I sink deeper into dispirited sadness. but it proves to be 1 reach the outer bounds of my expropriated too hard. mind He can be as mean as a hornet, the world faints though he looks like a l and faints l fat bag until a mere point in eternity. of lard. -Samuel Chi -David Saint-Germain.

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Blood spreads like wild fire! Corpses lay, Still as stone. -Brooke Gibbons

94 While I Ski DREAMING

When I ski, As I ski, I feel sofree, I want, Like a bumble bee, To leap over the ledges, Over a big, blue sea In the mountains, I bet you that you don't feel as happy as me, To feel the freedom, When you ski To fly.

When I ski, I am always dreaming, I’m glad to be with family That I can fly. I`m sad that there’s no snow in Delhi, And there is only, So there I cannot ski, One way, , & feel relaxed and free, And one place to do it. l As I do While gliding past the evergreen tree, In this paradise of an alpine country When I ski, Down, When I cannot ski, The banks of the mountains, Life seems to last an eternity And when I fly, Off, -Chris Tegmo The edges. -Lasse Laakkonen

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Complex, simple, In graceful curves, Cold, but beautiful, Echo their perfection.Complex, simple Petals of velvet, And daggers of steel. Cold, but beautiful, Petals of velvet, The labyrinth inside, And daggers of steel. Trapping the dew, Leaves a treasure Temple of beauty, of, Quicksilver spheres. I scorn thy fickle ways, For within thy gentle countenance, Complex, simple, Thy heart is cold and dark. Cold, but beautiful, Petals of velvet, Complex, simple, And daggers of steel. Cold, but beautiful, Petals of velvet, Serene in its beauty, And daggers of steel. Its Iustrous petals, -Adam Perchard

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Lost in a Pyramid

Hyun-Tae was one of the stupidest boys in his class. During his summer vacation, he went to Egypt with his parents. It wasn’t the first time for him to go there because when he was in Boy Scouts, he had gone to Egypt once. So when he got there, he didn”t stay with his parents. His parents didn`t really care because they trusted him. He went to the pyramid and walked around alone. Actually, the structure of the pyramid was really complex. so he lost his way and couldn”t get out. He screamed and cried to get rescued, but there was no one to help him. He walked and walked until he could get out, but by then there was no one around, which meant he was in trouble. Hyun-Tae really needed some water, so he tried to find a super market. but it was summer so it was too hot to open the store. Therefore, he cried again. At that time. he remembered something. That something was a video tape. The video showed him how to find water in the desert. He found a straw and put it into any part of the desert and started to suck, but it wasn`t as easy as it was on the video. He cried once more. Eventually, he decided to walk. He started to walk without knowing where he was going." He got tired because it was strenuous, so sometimes he rolled on the desert and fell down. At last. he started to crawl. When he stopped somewhere, he found a gold lamp. He caught it rapidly and tried to drink some of the oil in it. Unfortunately, there was none left, but instead of Crying, his head started working and he had an idea that might help him. The idea came from the movie Aladdin. When Aladdin found a lamp he wiped it and at that time a genie came out and gave him three wishes. So Hyun-Tae started to wipe it and it worked. The genie came out of the lamp and gave him three wishes. A His first wish was to take him to his parents. Fortunately, his parents were at the pyramid because they had gone back to look for him again. They all went back to his house. His second wish was to make him the richest person in the world, and the last one was to make the genie a free man. -Sang-Jhin Lee

96 Water in the Ear

Two or three years ago, when I was 11 or 12 years old, I didn’t feel well when I came back from the swimming pool. “Oh, Mother, I can’t get the water out of my ears!” I cried. I made a breathing mistake in the pool, and I could hear water dancing in my ears. It was a strange unpleasant feeling. We thought it would go away but when it didn’t, my mother took me to the hospital. “What’s wrong with you? ” the old doctor asked quietly. He was sitting in front of me and my heart started bumping and bumping in my chest while he asked my mother about me. I looked at him and around the room. My eyes stopped on a special table where there were instruments waiting for me. There were lot of instruments of different kinds and lot of medicines too. What a dreadful sight! The doctor peered into my ears with-the help of some instruments and a mirror strapped to his head. He wore big glasses that magnified his eyes. The nurse stood by, but she didn’t do much while he looked in my ears for a long time. Then he put on rubber gloves and became very busy. He asked me to open my mouth to put medicine into it. The medicine was terribly red like blood, and it was salty. He then put the same medicine into my nose and ears. Then he took me into another room where there was a large machine. Fortunately, It didn’t hurt. If it had hurt, I would have died. It was like the red light to shoot people with in science fiction movies. Then the doctor prescribed some medicine and sent me home. I took the pills regularly and went back to see the doctor two more times. Now when I am swimming, I breathe very carefully. I d0n’t want to have water dancing in my ears ever again. -You-Sun Kwon

Cut My Little Finger The Visit to the Dentist

When I was three years old, we were I visit the dentist very often to see if my living with my grandmother. Her teeth are healthy. In Yugoslavia, two years ago, I house was very old. was going to the school dentist with my friends.T he One afternoon, I wanted to go dentist wanted to check our teeth. My best friend out but the latch was very high. I was first and I was after him. The dentist looked at stood on my toes and stretched up to my friend’s teeth with a mirror. His teeth were in unhook the front door. When I good condition. grabbed the old hook from under- I was next. The dentist assistant told me to neath, I cut my little finger. I saw come into the dentisfis surgery. The dentist looked blood and I began to scream. My at my teeth.with a mirror like he did to my friend. parents came running and they He told me to come that afternoon because he wrapped a bandage around my finger needed to fill a tooth. to stop the bleeding. My mother held I went home to lunch with a sad face, my finger tightly and tried to soothe expecting some pain with the treatment. I bright- me while my father drove us to hospi- ened when I realized that it would be over quickly. tal. I returned that afternoon. The dentist first There, the doctor gave me a put me some air on my tooth and then he started "candy and I ate it. He put three or four drilling. While he was drilling, his assistant sprayed stitches in the wound. My parents paid water in my mouth. There was too much water in the hospital bill and we went home. my mouth. He let me spit it out and then rinse and Two weeks later, we returned to the spit again. When he finished, he put in the filling. hospital and a doctor took out the Before I left, he told me that I couldn't eat for a few stitches. hours. When I walked out of the dental surgery, I -Yu-Yun Lee felt happy that it was all over.

-Marko Rapljan 97

L First Time On Skis

During winter last year, our family and Tony, my oldest sister Risa’s boyfriend, went to the northern part of Japan for skiing. I was as excited as if we were going to a circus. In one way, I didn’t want to go becauseof Tony. Tony didn’t listen to anyone youngerthan he, not even to my 20 year old sister, Midori.In his opinion,we were kids and always saying or doing the wrong thing. Risa melted whenever she saw Tony and never listened to me anyway. But that wasn't the only problem. I was going skiing for the first time. My father was born in the most northern part of Japan and he could still ski well. Now I'm writing of my first time on skis as a problem but, at that time, I expected skiing to be a piece of cake. In the Olympic Winter Games, the races certainly looked easy. I was sure that I would immediately ski as an Olympian. _ On the way to the ski slopes, we went to a ski shop to rent our equipment. When the employee put the ski boots on my feet to see if they fit, I felt butterflies in my stomach. On the slope, I got my ski boots on easily but I was having a hard time putting on my skis. My father and Midoriwere ready in a flash and waiting and watchingme. One of the skis went on easily but I was dancing on that ski while trying to put on the other one. WhileI was dancingone ski, they were laughingat me and imitating me. I was seriously trying to put the ski on. About IO minutes later, I was ready and I grabbed my poles. They took me up on a little hill and taught me how to stop. Actually I was doing it by myself but I wasn't good so I begged them to teach me. I go much better and I didn’t have to stop by digging my poles into the snow any more. V When it was time for lunch, I had to leave the slope for a while. I got much better but, I was mad at my skis and at myself because I expected to be an Olympian in a few hours. After a nice warm lunch, my father showed me some basic techniques. While before lunch, I always messed up, afterwards, I could go faster and with more control, and I felt I was carryingthe wind with me. Naturally,I was getting better at falling down. Then I knew that it was time to go down the hill. It looked scary but I was just fine. WhenI could do that, I knew I could go far, very far, except not on bumpy hills, not too fast and, not like an Olympian. Soonit was the last hour. I was glad. I wanted to go down the hill againand again and again, but I was wet. I hadn’t noticed how cold I was because I was concen- trating so hard. Nobodyknew that I cried whenthings didn’t go smoothly.When it was time to go back to our hotel, I left the slope feeling glad that I had not only started to ski but that I had learnednever to give up. - Saori Kumano

.A f 0ne Fatal Mitake lt was the cold mom of September eighteen, That the struggle of James Hendrix did end. His short but troubled life was over, And his soul sent to God to mend. Death As soon as he was found less than alive, Death, Death it follows me now, To the hospital him she did take. tomorrow, the next day, the next and the next. It seemed so strange that on that unassuming day, Who knows how long my tomorrow will be. The great Jimi Hendrix should never wake.

I remember my Whole life. He was pronounced dead on arrival to his room, The happy joys of life, While the very world’s heart broke. when I was in love It was on his sweat and blood and vomit, or even when I was sad. That the famed legend did choke.

Even though I hated to be sad, “Why,” cries Monika Dannomen, Jimi’s girlfriend, it only happened sometimes. “Why did death come so quickly so close?" Whether ignorant accident or pure suicide, Hendrix died on a drug overdose. Death, it is everlasting. Sadness, sadness and more sadness.

Everyday something or someone dies, James Hendrix Marshall, better known to us as and never ever comes back. Jimi, Was born in Washington in nineteen forty two. -Tanya Stephenson He held the world's heart for the rest of his life, When it fell in love with his music so true.

He played a right-handed guitar with his left, With his concerts defined music anew. V4\V£K»\ALE

He helped shape and create an entire generation, With the rivers of song they fell into. Azure blue fading Into a dark void Hendrix cared not of his public image, Bricks of resentment He wrote, sang, and played as he chose. Build a wall of hate. He never held back, he gave out his all, his into his What l thought to be the sun Throwing soul all of shows. Was equally the moon

He would play with his teeth or under his legs, Golden rays shining upon me He played for peace and love at Wood stock. Not monotonous He played with the greatest and became one himself, But spontaneousl An icon for all blues and rock. Rooted in the shadows He had the talent, the money, and someone to love, Longing for freedom For one night he let it all pass him by. Longing to be again Why did you leave us behind with no music? Where l belong. Just for one thrill, one high? Reminiscing as lt was You had the power to change our hearts and minds, All gone now Why did you throw it away? Too late Why did you succumb to the whispers of the devil, To turn around. Did it all have to end this way? - Mili Mittal But perhaps we should learn to let go as you could, Learn to shed tears yet not cry. Learn to say in the words of our hero, “Scuse me while l kiss the sky.” ~Farihah Zaman 99

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To tell a tale of a far off place, Which, as a boy I had been. What this land held for my eyes to see, Were sights of unsurmounted glory.

The hills in this far off country, Held a mystical power. Gothically posessing everything in sight, Even the soul of the waters. grass skirt, §climbing the steps So greatly encaptured were these waters, By the beauty of the hills. That everyday they would crash to the earth, Hoping that they would get ever closer.

Even the clouds in this land contained their own beauty, _ They were forever lined with gold. For the sun seemed to touch everything around, With a touch that would surpass Midas’ hold.

Alas, but everything must have an end, Be it beauteous or of an unpleasant stature. small steps of time. But, what would be this amazing 1and’s end? The land that defined enrapture. Lost in the world of Its end wasn’t of a natural kind, Loneliness For nothing of nature would dare to hurt it. with no one But, its end was of a man made type, but The type was one of mass destruction. his best friend.

The end for this paradise, or promised land, Lost in Nirvana or heaven on earth, the stillness and Was a fate which could match the Devil himself, Man in all his blind stupidity.

Now the Waves no longer crash for the yearning of the land, The brown man But in anger because of its destruction. and his grass skirt. The sun no longer shines, the land no longer beautiful, Now it bathes in utter desparity.

What is the moral? One might ask, Well, it is one of simple understanding. -Elisangela Vossen Beauty is not the deed of Man, but a thought in his head. And because the realization that only in thought will he attain it, Fuels his quest of the destruction of beauty.

-Sho Spaeth

100 Love LETTER

This piece is my idea of a letter from Ferdinand to his loved one, Miranda, in The Tempest. The Tempest is a play written by William Shakespeare of England. In it, all of the characters are stranded on an island, and Ferdinand presumes his father is dead. He is trapped by Miranda’s father in a dungeon, and this letter is what I think Ferdinand would say in a letter to the one he loves, as he can”t directly talk to her, because of her father°s wishes. Dearest Miranda, Oh, life at this very moment is simply awful without you. I miss your soft, golden hair, and the quiet nights we spent under the starlight. When I looked at the stars, I saw scores and scores of your eyes looking back. When I see you, I see love itself. When it is night, you are the sun. When I am tired, you give me a reason to keep my eyes opened. It is only you that I live for. As soon as your father, Prospero, frees me, we shall journey back to Milan, where you shall be my beloved Queen. We shall have three sons and five daughters, each one as beautiful as you. Milan shall prosper with me as king, (God bless my poor, dead father) you as queen, and Prospero as my royal vizier. I just know that as soon as we are united, everything will be just perfect. It has just dawned upon me, my love, that l've not spoken but a word of my past. We haven't had enough time. I'm sure that many a man has thought me to be but a coward, but this is only what my father has made me. Ever since I was a youn lad, my father, Alonso, has never let me battle, or undertake any responsibilities. Now tha he is dead, I will mend my ways. My past years have been spent with many a woman, but they were all imperfect. But you, oh Miranda, are perfect in every way. Even your beautiful name makes honey sweeter. My love, my sweetness, please let me see you once before I close my eyes tonight. With your face in my mind, nightmares turn into sweet dreams. With love from your future husband, Ferdinand -Lauren O’Hara

CAMERA FRIGHT

I waddled to the camera with my eyes shut tight. I managed somehow to open one, then eventually the other. I just stood there, not knowing what to do next. Like a statue, I stared at the camera from where I was. I noticed that my legs were shivering The words “I can do it” were going on in my mind like a broken record. I was annoyed , frustrated, angry and scared all at the same time. I went up boldly, no matter what happened. ` I opened my trap to get out my few lines, but they just wouldn’t come out. I tried and tried with all my might... but I was helpless. What was happening? What am I doing? , Finally the time came, I couldn't hold back the fat, cold tears that were rolling down f my flushed face!

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j Infinite Dag and Night Silence Frigid glacier reflects lucíd heavens Screaming starving Shadows create solitude Chi1dren..... Feeling apart Wondering if any food Will come.... Alone For yesterday they forgot.... Will the ball of flames rise

Silence.... Plethora of vibrant pastels at the dinner table, You gaze upwards My mother plays around with her food Emerald On her plate... Baby blue She’s not hungry anymore. Caramel Gray A gun shot!! Mazes of hazy colors collide Innocent children laying on the road... Laying in a pool ofblood Vanishing Never to wake. Like the great painter A mother screaming! 0 Thrown work into the flowing river Her house being burnt to the ground, Her daughter still inside. You humbly follow your own shadow Athwart the barren wasteland Bang! Over the horizon A plastic gun Due northeast Comes around the comer... Towards the never-ending rays My brother sitting on the couch Playing video games!! Beam strikes the silky smooth dune He laughs as the player dies... Snake like ripples create desolation Forever changing Blood flies out of her mouth Through eternity As her husband hits her once.. Twice..three times In the distance Her jaw breaks, Recollecting past lives All he does is walk away.. Slumping towards them Another excuse for a battered face. They catch you as you fall Tumble down to see Plastic cups roll around on the Wood table. See the needle “Some for you, some for me, and some for Pflcked Barbie,” Tracks up and down A little girl says. Your fragile limbs She has high hopes of getting married... Finding a husband and being happy and in love. Hunting for the essential All her mother can do is hope... Salty drops are all you receive That’s all anyone can do.... Belief in the omnipotent fades

-Brooke Gibbons Western skyline allows the world to say Their au revoir Infinite night begins -Katherine Aird

102 I 4ImIlllIIIll0llI

I am a cat curled up on a cozy bean bag the sea, blue and peaceful rolling hills and a little stream and sparkling apple juice.

I am the sun on a rainy day a pair of jeans and a t-shiit, plain and simple a neatly printed book a proud Queen and a sharp pencil

I am a flute or a clarinet a sturdy table a strong oak tree an efficient computer and a pile of profiteroles

-Sarah Fotheringham

The Mermaid.

When I was 7 years old I wanted to be a mermaid. I always went to the river and sat on the rock. Sometimes I went with my friends to the beach. We swam and swam and after the swim I would go to the rock which was in the middle of the water. We stayed for a long time. When I came home my mother was very angry, she asked me where I had been. She had been looking for me every where. I told her that I went to the beach. She told me then that she didn't want me to go in the beach anymore. I ran to my room and cried and cried all night. The next day was a holiday and I went to the river nearby to watch the fish. I stayed until the afternoon. Then I went home. My family was ready to eat. Our meal was fish and suddenly I felt very ill. I just c0u1dn’t eat any fish . My mother said that I had to eat my food. I said I didn't want to eat any thing. I went to my room and read about the mermaid I watched the movie called The Mermaid. Finally I went to bed . I dreamed about being a mermaid. Even now, I still watch , read and dream about mermaids.

-Criscelda E Garcia

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Life is a game, Cleve; First you start, Healthy and then you finish, Active But not all at once, Ready te work You’re given a chance, Loves gaming Not two just one, Excellent T 0 have a life. Smart

-Andre Gino“ -Charles Garaud

103 The Departure The lights inside the cabin were cut off and the plane started to accelerate with a great noise and From our hotel room on the third floor, we vibration. I stared out the window, resting my head could see the runway of Heathrow Airport. It was a on the pane. The lights and details of London foggy morning as usual and white mist covered the decreased in size as the plane rose into the sky while long, wide runway. As I left the hotel, I took a deep my sadness increased and weighed on me. breath and smelled the fog which was so special to me. As the plane went into the clouds, my brain It was October third 1990, just a normal day, except we started to review my memories. In my mind’s eye, I were leaving England, forever. saw again the surprisingly large white polar bear at Before departing, our family went to Hampton the airport of Anchorage, Alaska, a refueling stopo- Court, the court near the house which we had Vacated ver between Tokyo and London. I re-entered nursery days before. It was only when we got there that I real- school, then Denmead School where I got my first ized I was going to leave England for good. formal education and where I had cried when I Late afternoon, we went to the airport. My couldn”t understand English. I traveled around sadness over leaving was growing but my happiness at Europe again. I fought anew returning to Japan was still greater. I was still in second with my friends and re-entered Japanese school. I grade so I had never experienced sadness. As I went remembered my joy when I leamed that I was through immigration, the special smell of Heathrow leaving England. All of the memories were flicker- brought back memories and sadness began to take hold. ing through my head like a revolving lantem. I boarded the plane and sat down in my seat I also looked ahead to life in Japan and beside the window. I was listening to Jason Donavan’s began to worry. Would I have friends in Japan? tape on my Walkman. It was my favorite. The refrain Would the new house be big enough? Would the still echoes in my head even today when I’m feeling lunch at school be good? down. After 13 hours, we landed at Narita “You give me one good reason to leave me. Intemational Airport. As we left the plane, the sticky I'll give you ten good reasons to stay. air stuck to my body, London was dry and I hadn't You’re the only one I’m believing. experienced the weather of Japan for a long time. I’ll be hurt, I'Il be hurt, if you walk away.” Although I knew I had often said I wanted to return The first time I heard we were leaving, I could to Japan, I complained, “What is this weather! It was give ten or even more good reasons to leave, but now, I much better in London! Fog is better than couldn”t name even one. I stared out the window at the humidity!” I was expecting my father’s anger to brilliant lights of the airport. I was the one walking flare but he seemed to agree with my opinion and away and I was the one who was hurting. just smiled fondly at me. It was about 8 0’clock so the sun had set and My five and half years in London had been instead, countless lights were shining all around the full of novelty, excitement, and sensational experi- airport. My mind stopped thinking as I was mesmerized ences so leaving had been sad. It was my very first by the lights. They were so beautiful. Actually, the experience of deep sadness at leaving or parting. I sadness of leaving made them seem much more so. All don`t know whether} am going to feel the same way of sudden, I noticed that the plane was taxiing away and when I leave India. No one knows and I don`t want I was pulled back to reality. to know. - Jun Kato

The Stomachache Last summer when I was 12, I was seriously ill. I had severe pain in my stomach and was vomiting every half an hour. I was shouting in pain for my mother. At first, my mother tried acupressure to reduce the pain. She pressed on a point on the skin between my thumb and forefin- ger. When she saw that it only relieved the pain for thirty minutes, she knew my problem was serious and took me to the hospital At the hospital, a doctor checked me and said I had a problem with digestion and prescribed some pills and some syrup. I came back home. I took the medicine and felt better. That night I slept peacefully. Now I am 13 years old. My stomach ache happened a year ago. Today I am very careful. I eat very slowly and chew very well. I don“: want to suffer like that ever again. -Han-Soo Kim

104 The Diamond Ring

Though I was talkative as a kid, I rarely troubled my parents. In fact, I created a problem only once when I was about six years old. lt was a diamond ring that caused me big trouble. One aftemoon, my mother left her diamond ring on her dressing table. She had always told me that it was very expensive and she would give it to me when I got married. But I was not going to wait. The moment she left the room, I slipped the diamond n`ng onto my finger. The diamond ring was shining and sparkling so much that it made me nervous. I wanted to keep it. Then I went out to play with my friends with the diamond still sparkling on my finger. My friends were really envious of me. One of them asked me to lend her the ring for a second but my head moved left and right. I wouldn`t loan anything so precious. l walked into the house after an hour or so and changed my dress. As I entered the living room, my mother's face turned red and her hands and legs were shaking with rage. It was the first time that l saw my mother so angry. As I suspected, it was because she had noticed that the diamond ring was missing. She asked me whether l had seen it. I told her the truth but when I looked at my finger, I realized the ring wasn't there. I started crying and my mother started yelling. She ordered me outside to look for the ring. She said she would not let me in until I found the ring. I retraced my steps looking for it. I was still crying, tears dropping to the ground. I was so upset that I lost my balance and fell down. I cut my knee and the blood ran down my leg. lt gave me great pain but I kept looking for my mother`s ring. While my mother was looking for the ring at home, she found the dress which I had played in. As she picked it up, something told her to check its pockets. There was the ring! My mother was so happy to see her ring that she forgot her anger. Meanwhile, I was sitting on the fence in front of my house, still bleeding, too worried about the ring to enter our home. Two hours later, my mother looked for me and started to call my name I was afraid but there was love in her voice. She was worried about me because it was l0 o`clock. As soon as she saw me, she hugged me and whispered, “The thing that is most important in my life is not the diamond ring. It is you, my dear daughter, Ji Young, who always makes me happy and glad.” I have never touched my mother’s diamond ring ever since. - Ji Young Kang

/' House and Memories Do you like animals and f1owers?I like both very much and this is why our house in Korea was so special to me. e When I was nine, my family lived on the second floor of a house with a small terrace. The terrace was about four meters by five meters and allowed us to grow flowers and keep a dog. My father and mother raised four flower pots of chrysanthemunis and had made a mini-pund for six goldfish on the terrace. My father had mac the niinhpond of red bricks and we laid a sheet of vinyl on the bricks. We put water, decorated it and covered it with glass. When summer came, about twenty long-horned grasshoppers stuck to the window at night and sang. It was beautiful. The terrace allowed us to have a dog. I do not remember where Nu-Rung came from but I remember her shiny brown coat and pointed ears. She did not like taking a shower. When she had a shower, she always ran away with soap bubbles still on her. My younger sister, Yu—Yun, younger brother, Wang-Ryoung, and I always played with our lively dog. We ran with her as fast as we could. We also had a tiny, whitish-brown kitten that my father brought home from the office. Unfortunately, the playful kitten was not with us for very long. One Sunday, my family went to church and left the kitten at home sleeping on the floor. When we returned and opened the door, there was no kitten. We were Surprised and started searching everywhere for her. Sometime later, my mother shouted, “Here is the kitten!" We ran to find her. She was standing in front of a table that was usually covered with a piece of cloth. The kitten was sleeping wrapped firmly inside, with only her tall sticking out. The cloth was not long so the kitten had rolled it around herself with her sharp claws. We were so glad to find her. After this event, my father returned her to her mother. I hadgered him to bring her back. My father said gently, “It is still a baby and when you touch babies too much, they will not survive.” About a year or two later, we moved to Seoul. We could not bring our dog so my father gave her away. In Seoul, we got a Chihuahua and a Jindo,cudd1y lap dogs with soft brown hair. The Jindo`s name was Kom-Sun and I do not remember the Chihuahua’s name. The Chihuahua did not live very long. Korn-Sun stayed with us until we moved to India. I do not know where Kom~Sun is now. I miss them both very much. -Hye-Yun Lee 105 Billy

It was the time when I was eight. The hot sun of summer was starting to diminish. It was late August. I came back from school and was having toast in the living room. My house was in West End. The number was C-20, I think. In our house, you could see the front gate from the living room through big glass sliding doors leading to the garden. As I glanced outside, our car came and my mother got out. A few seconds later, I saw my driver carrying something by a handle. Curious, I ran out. My vision was restricted to the thing in the driver’s hand. I was surprised and soon delighted to discover it was a bird cage holding two parrots. It was the first time I had ever owned a pet. Inside the house, my mother explained that the parrots had been living with a British family and, as the family was returning to London, they gave the birds to us. The male bird was blue and the female was yellow. When my sister came back from school late in the aftemoon, she was as happy as I was. We decided amicably to take one bird each. I took the blue one. It looked better to me. He was cute and pretty and his name was Billy. I didn’t change his name because I didn’t want to confuse the bird. I thought a new environment was confusing enough. I was only eight, but I had experience with new environments and I empathized with Billy. From the day we received the birds, my interest in birds blossomed. I looked up parrots in books and found out that our birds were Budgerigars, commonly called Budgies. Among other things, I learned that Budgies were intelligent and could even talk if you trained them. I was now very friendly with my little blue pet. When I came back from school, I would take him out of his cage and play with him. If he was sitting on his perch in the cage, I would put my finger in front of his claws and he would step on my finger. I would bring him out and then place him on my shoulder. He used to play on my shoulder, walking back and forth and sometimes pecking my neck. The peck didn’t hurt; it kind of tickled. When he saw some fruit on the table, he flew there and ate some. When he had eaten his fill, he flew back to my shoulder. I was proud of my bird. My friends who came to my house and saw Billy envied me. He was so cute and acted so well that everybody who saw him wanted him. As I was proud of my bird, I wanted to make him perfect. From my books, I had learned that to train a Budgie to talk, you needed a quiet room with no other sound except your voice. You had to keep on repeating the word you wanted to teach him. So, I sat in the toilet, in front of my pet, saying “Hello” again and again. He didn’t look as interested in me as I was in him. I did the training in earnest, not every day as the book said, but when I remembered to. It was getting cold. Delhi is a dry area so you feel cold much more than in a humid place. The birds were shivering, too. We kept the birds inside the house as usual but with a heater. I was still having a good time with my pet. I didn't know a catastrophe was impending. One day, my parents invited two families to come over and have dinner in our house. They were very close friends of ours, and we children were all good friends. I played computer games with them, “Super Mario” and so on. I think my mother hung the birds' cage outside in the garden so a cat could not eat our pets. Actually, I 'm not sure who put them outside and why. I didn’t know my pets were outside the house because I was busy with my friends and having fun. At that age, I used to sleep at 9:30 so my friends and I fell asleep in my bed and they were carried home by their parents at 11 p.m. The next moming, as I washed before breakfast, I thought about Bi11y’s training for the day. I went to the living room to greet Billy. Then I realized the cage was out in the garden. As I carried the cage back into the house, I noticed my bird was on the floor of the cage. “Strange,” I thought. “Billy always sleeps on his perch.” Then a cold feeling started at the back of my neck. Something seemed wrong, terribly wrong. Immediately I shouted for my mother. She ran to me and saw Billy. I was in fear. After my mom looked at my precious bird, she pronounced him dead. Sorrow came up to my eyes. As memories of me and Billy passed through my head, I had a strange feeling in my nose and throat. I started crying. It was my first experience with the death of a living creature which was related to me. I just could not stop crying. My mother hugged me and patted my back. In a soft voice she said, “Every living thing has to die and you must know how to recover from the sorrow.” That evening, I buried my lovely pet in the front garden. Even today, as I write this story, I feel sad. Recently I went to my old house. Six years have passed since my bird died. I couldn`t find the place where I buried him but I’m sure his soul is still in the house. Probably he is watching me from heaven. I still think I killed the bird, exposing him to the winter cold and I feel sorry for him. I hope he didn`t suffer too much. I’m older now and more responsible. I’m now anticipating buying another Budgie in the Sarojini Nagar Market. Of course, I will name him Billy. -Wook-Jin Chung

106 My Memory

When I was S years old, we lived in Nan, a town in the northern part of Thailand. As a routine, my father used to wake me up at six o'clock every day, to read and check my homework before I went to school. But surprisingly. one day, he did not wake me up. Instead of his gentle touch, I was wakened by the sound of the Clock chiming seven. I was quite surprised. Why hadn’t my father awakened me? I could smell something nice baking in the oven. Then I went into the bathroom and washed my face and brushed my teeth. As I was coming out, my eyes fell on a beautiful card lying on the cupboard beside my bed. I could not control my curiosity and opened it. It said, “Happy Birthday." Oh! It was my birthday. How could I ever forget my own birthday! I was so touched that my parents and my sisters had remembered it. In the kitchen. my parents were busy decoration a cake. I suddenly remembered the earlier smell. My father told me to set the table. I asked him when we were going to have the cake and why we hadn't invited others. too. He answered me that we would have the Cake after lunch and the party would be in the evening. That afternoon. after we had finished having some cake. my parents took me shopping. We went to a shopping mall and bought a lot of new clothes. In the evening. I felt excited, anticipating a lot of people and a lot of presents. My heart was beating faster than normal. Suddenly, my sister came and informed me that my father wanted to see me in his room. I though my father wanted to tell me something about the party. To my titter surprise, I found him holding a football with a yellow ribbon. He handed me the football and hugged me. I was delighted! I had never expected that my father would give me a football. not after all I had already received that afternoon. At that time, soccer was my favourite game and I had begged him many times for a football. As I expected. many people came to my birthday party. I received a lot of presents. Everyone was cheering me on to open the gifts. Most of the people gave me toys and Clothes. One of the gifts which fascinated me was a digital watch from my father`s boss. I had always wanted a digital watch because most of my friends had one. Iwas overjoyed because I got what I had wanted for a long time. I always had the impression that my father was very strict but that day, I realised that he was also kind-hearted. He told me that every father likes to be generous to his children as long as the children are obedient. This is the best memory of my childhood and one which I will never forget. -Rattakorn Walairt

The Sports Meet

The night before, I hadrft slept well because I was very nervous. The big day had finally arrived. It was hot and the sun was trying to melt us. Everyone was excited because that day, there was a sports meet at school. We had been preparing for it for three months. It started at eight-thirty. Everybody was ready, standing in formation, wearing white shirts and long sashes of yellow or blue cloth. First we had to march across the field which I really disliked because our families and teachers were looking at us. At the opening ceremony, we suffered through very long speeches by the principal and a visitor. We thought we would faint before we started the events. I joined a tug of war, an obstacle race. a hundred meter race, and a relay race. I won in two of them and was proud of myself and my teammates. However, my friend Shogo won every event which he joined. I thought that was wonderful, but. unfortunately, he wasn`t on our team. During the events, there was always excitement and loud cheering. “Garzbare/J" which means “Put up a good fight" echoed around the field. t The last event was the relay race. It was worth twenty points and our team was only five or ten points behind. That was the last Chance for us. I think we put up a very good fight but the rival team won. We lost by only about one meter. g Our team didn`t win and we didn’t get a cup. However, I felt very Satisfied because I had done my best. t _ i ` ~ e - Ayumi Nakamura

107 l A Short Friendship with Irish Children : When I was eleven years old, I went on a trip around Ireland with my classmates and my teacher. It was l l the last two days of the trip in that town. I shared a room with two French friends in a comer room, on the , ground floor of a guest house. Our room was facing a small road that went down a hill and opposite our room l l was a graveyard. In my room there were three beds, a set of bunk beds and a single bed. I It was in the evening around seven o`clock and we were playing in our room. The wind was still and , ' there weren’t any sounds outside. It was dusk and gloomy. There was neither the light of the moon nor a light l along the road and the graveyard seemed like it was waiting for someone to come. My friends and I pushed the l l bunks a little bit away from the wall, then climbed one at a time to the upper bed, slid down in the space l between the bed and the wall and flipped onto the lower bed. There was murmuring and sometimes there was l l jolly laughter coming from the graveyard but we were too caught up in our game to get interested in those I sounds. We continued to play. We started to notice the sounds when one friend saw a small light. The sounds l continued and there were three or fourlittle lights glowing and bobbing in the graveyard. Then fear began to l l strike us and we fell silent. I wasn`t very scared because my mother used to say that ghosts didn’t exist but my l l two friends were very frightened. One of them was shaking and the other had turned pale. One asked with a l I quaking voice, “Do you think it's a ghost...?” I shook my head fearfully and l announced finnly, “Ghosts d0n’t exist in this world.” l He seemed relieved but asked me again, “Are you sure?” ' I replied, “I hope not.” l Then we crept along the floor to the window and peeped over the sill. There, we saw some children , l standing in front of our window, peering in. At first, we were shy and hid crouched below the window. One l friend asked me what strange language they Were speaking. They continued to peer in and we continued to hide. I ' I recognized the language and bravely stood up and stared back at the children. Time to time someone tapped on l l the glass and exclaimed, “Hey!” So I opened the window and said, “Hi!”to them and tried to talk with them l l using the little English I had learned in Thailand. It was very difficult for me to understand everything they said l l because I hadn’t learned very much English. l Wide-eyed, my friends asked me, “What language it is?” I answered casually, “English.” I talked with them and translated some of the words that I understood l l into French. We talked to each other for about fifteen minutes, perhaps longer. I As I leaned out our window, I glimpsed our teacher whose room was next to ours standing in front of l l her open window. She had heard the noise outside and seen all the children outside our window. I was very l scared that she would punish us. On the other hand, I was proud that I could understand what these Irish children l l were saying when my friends couldnlt. When I looked over at my teacher, I saw that she was smiling and l talking warmly with the children. I thought that she wasn”t angry at us or at the children. I was impressed that I l she knew a lot of English. She continued to talk with the children and then translated into French for us. We had l l a very pleasant time. ~ l Soon, the children had to go because one of their mates told them it was late. They called, “Good bye!” ' l and waved to us. Then, the children began to disappear slowly into the darkness. Soon we couldnlt hear any I ' more sounds or see any more lights and the place became as still, quiet and dark as before. l : -Chalongrat Chatphaisal l k ______) ------3 LUCIA...

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When I was four years old, my family went to a maze located in a suburb of San Francisco. It was a' lvery hot day and I felt I might melt like an ice cream cone. When I got out of our car, I ran like a shot from a gunl :to the reception area of the maze. There, my family listened to the rules of the maze. Being four, I didn’t under] lstand any of them except that if we Collected all of the stamps which were in the maze, we would get a kind ofl 'button which couldn”t be sold for even one cent. But at that time, it looked like an Olympic gold medal to me.: lAfter the explanation, we decided to divide the family into two groups. One was my father and my mother, andl 'the other one was my sister and I. We had to collect all the stamps in one hour. : l The maze was made of many wooden panels. There was a small space between the boards and thel :ground, just wide enough for my sister and me to duck under. My sister agreed to pass under the boards, so we' lquickly crawled through, checking right and left for my parents” shoes and legs. There were a few reasons why Il :did so. One was that in those days, I couldn't have cared less if I was caught going against a rule. Another one: lwas that I realized that the space between the boards and the ground was perfect for my size. Lastly I wanted tol : get the stamps quickly, even though Iknew thatI was cheating. After a while, I quickly brought all of the stamps: lto the reception desk and my dream came true. The woman gave my sister and me a broad smile and two won—l :derfu1 buttons. Then she asked, “Where are your parents?” We answered, “They are still in the maze.” “How many more minutes do you have left?” she queried. “Forty-five minutes!” I replied with the Wisdom of a four year old. The woman`s eyes became big and she suggested, ”Wowl So why don”t you try once again?” “If I collect all of the stamps again, will you give me another button?” I ventured as I calculated thel time I would need to re-run the maze. “Of course!” she exclaimed stroking my head. With visions of more wonderful buttons, I rushed back to the maze once again.

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I came to school on a Friday. It was a get together day. AES was one of the biggest school I hadl been to. We just played some games to leam each others' names, but I didn”t remember any names. : Then the next day at school, we got to go to our classes. My first class was Social Studies. There II I got my schedule for the rest of the classes. It took a lot of time finding the classes. So I had to ask a lot of: I people. But in the end I found them. Every single class I went to only talked about what we were going tol : do through the year and played name games. This day finished fast because it was only a half day. : I The next school day, Monday, was a regular school day. We got our books and our homework. II : leamed some of the names of my classmates. After some boring school days, we got to go to a trip to a: I place called Camp Corbett. I went up a mountain and slept in a tent. It was quite okay. Then from there,l

: we got to walk all the way to a city called Nanital. There we got to shop. After that,L-l-l-I] we went back to our: I camp. There we also did some fun activities. We had to stay there for five days. Wel : took the bus all the way back to Delhi for around eight to nine hours. After that trip, it was normal school: : days till the winter break,fun again. Soon it is the spring break. That will be also very fun.I , -Samuel Carlsson : I I """'llIIlIIIIIIlIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIlf'"" My Second Time in India

This year in New Delhi is not my first time in India because I was in Bombay 3 years ago. I think Delhi and Bombay are very different cities. For example, the weather, the people, and the schools. I can’t believe that I am here again and have to ask my mom “Am I really in India again? I can°t believe it!” But I am happy to be back. -Jong-Sil Eun

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It was a Sunday morning. I was 9 years old. I had a very stomach ache and I had also a headache. It wasn't the first time I had it. When I had it one month before, we went to a specialist and he told us that we could wait a little while; it wasn't necessary to operate right away. My mother told me to go to bed, sleep and it I didn’t feel after that better afterwards, she would call the doctor. I tell asleep but fifteen minutes later, I got up and vomited. My mother called the doctor. He said that we could come in thirty minutes to his office. My mother and I soon arrived at his clinic. After noting down how I felt, the doctor asked me to Iie on the examining table. He examined on my stomach, pressing hard everywhere. I felt very ill. Then, he told us, ”Sophie must be operated on immediately. Now it is too grave to wait. I will write a note for the clinic. They will do a blood test to be sure." My mother and I . went to the clinic where they gave me a room and two nurses took my blood. I really didn’t like it. Thirty minutes later, the specialist came to my room and con- firmed his decision. The operation would be in three hours. My mother wanted to take my sister and my brother home and she told me it was better for me to sleep. She would come back atter lunch in about two hours. I slept. When I opened my eyes, my mother, my sister and my brother were there. In about one hour I would be operated on. I was afraid! I changed into a night dress. The hour passed very fast. The doctor came with two nurses and a big bed with guard rails. He explained to me that the youngest nurse was his daughter. They rolled me into the operating room.I was scared. A nurse told me not to worry. She said she would give me an anesthesia so I would sleepthrough the operation. She did and I fell asleep immediately. About two hours later, I opened my eyes. My whole family was there. My sister gave me some roses that she bought herself. I was very pleased to have them but my stomach ached more than before. A saw a small scar with stitches on my abdomen. My parents said that it was normal and I would have some pain for two days and then I would be better. They told me that I could eat only liquids, like soups, for three days. I wasn’t looking forward to that for breakfast, lunch and dinner. The doctor came to check on me and encouraged me. He said I must be really tired. lt was true. My family told me good by and went home. The next two days atter were bad for me, except when my mother, my father, my sister, my brother, my grandparents, and my best friend came to visit. The thing I liked there was the television. I watched T.V a lot.days during the day and every night I watched one or two movies. ^ The third day, the doctor came to my room to see how I was doing and to help me relearn how to walk. He supported me when I walked because my abdominal muscles were very paintul and it was hard to stand up straight. Later that day, my mother came and took me home. -Sophie-Colombe de Masfrand

Me I am a dolphin in the blue midnight sky, A city girl shopping, I am an expensive sapphire, on a sturdy table, I am a brand new sweater, a pepperoni pizza, I am a “Hip Hop” person, I am a convertible or Limousine, I am a tulip in a field, A stawberry cheesecake. -Rowena Rajandran

111 THE Efimxfiifi‘ TWM MY FEES? TWQ Q,E7.&R'E‘ER§ Q,\U4$K’{Nf‘N3.'fi{® NEE @NEWEN'K‘M AT 4%.E§ GRAWM During the first quarter I had quite The first quarter of the 1996 school a few problems because I wasn’t very year at AES started out pretty slowly. First familiar with this system. I had a hard of all, I was a new student coming straight time finding classes and getting there on from Califomia; I hadn't lived anywhere else but San Francisco. During the first quarter I time, but I really enjoyed having such was quite disgusted by New Delhi. I was good friends around me who cared about frightened and lost because I did not know me. I also met a few nice, cute boys. many people, and I did not know my way After about the third week, I felt really around campus. It was hard to get to know comfortable in this school, though at the people because everyone was in groups, so end of that quarter I didn’t feel so happy people would either reject a newcomer or let because of my science grade. I told one one into their group immediately. After myself to do better in the second quarter. the first few weeks, I began to settle in, get What I enjoyed most in the first quarter acquainted with more people, and find my were the play practices. I was the female way around the school. By the end of the lead in The Pirates of Penzance. first quarter my grades were very good, I had Second quarter started off quite a few friends, and I was used to Delhi. I felt like I had gotten a lot accomplished! well. I brought my science grade up and The second quarter was even better was very pleased. We performed the play, than the first. I met more kids and was com- and we all were very successful and pletely used to New Delhi and the American proud. This quarter I got to know more Embassy School. I had no fears, except for people and to know people I knew even big tests and exams. I started having lunch better. I was having a lot of fun at this with different people so I could make more school, and my semester grades were also friends. Sometimes it worked well; very pleasing even though I was still sometimes it didn’t. I also kept my grades ` grounded because of them. I was happy up. The best thing of all was that I got to to finish second quarter and looked very know my teachers better and I got used to the much forward to third quarter. way they worked in class. I has happy again to have made another accomplishment. -Denise Rentsch -Amanda Dowell

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-Carl Mogensen

Blankets

My mother came to me on a cold snowy night with an extra-blanket to tuck me in tight. And while I was asleep the whole surface was tucked in snow too.

-Sae Rae Moon

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As the sun droops into the mountains so ever tall, A fresh coating of snow falls.

Moming comes.

In the deep snow, The skiers tuck down low, Hoping that they won't go slow.

They pass obstacles, And soon they look like popsicles.

They enter the little cabins to heat up, And some cuddle around the newly bom pup.

Once they are wann, they storm outside.

They ski and have fun, But after a while the amusement is done.

As the sun drops into the mountains so ever tall, A fresh coating of snow falls.

-Ameya Mulay

113 TIME TREN? QNN‘ Áàt LKEETNME?

All night tossing and tuming... over and over... on a boat in the middle of the Nile. I just wanted to kill those kids, sixty and probably more Indian kids dancing and singing to the same old song, “Cotton Eyed Joe” by the Rednex. Trying to make up a dance to the song, those kids looked hilarious, like the dramatic Indian actors and actresses from a Hindi movie. IfI were the DJ, I would have killed them all. In Egypt, on a boat, about a million Indian kids and really bad music, what a thought! ll Not just a thought anymore, but a reality. Now I was really there. It all started in December of 1995, my Mom, Dad, Osama, Akif, Mary and I went to Egypt to see all my kinfolk and all my Dad’s college friends. Anyway, we arrived in Cairo, went down south to Luxor, and from there we got on a boat to Aswan. In Aswan, we were going to see all the cool temples and tombs, but in order to get there, we first needed to get on the boat and get settled. As I was eating my little cakes and drinking my tea, I was talking to my family and laughing at the very thought of having a hundred Indian kids come on the boat! ll “Ha ha ha ...... “Isn’t in ironic?” Yeah, very ironic. A whole grade of Indian kids come screaming on the boat; the kids from Dubai. I thought that the world was over! My mother went up to my father in a joking voice, “I thought I came to this country to relax, great, just great...” I agree with her 100%, no questions asked. Thank God I met someone named Lara, an Australian 16 year old (she was really sweet). She had dirty blonde hair, fair skin, contacts and was a little shorter than I was. If it wasn`t for her and her brother, Osama and I would have become suicidal. On Christmas Day, there was a Christmas dinner (naturally) and all the kids were there. I decided to run in as soon as those kids had left the dining room. This would be with my family, of course. After the dinner, there was a disco party. ““... I”ve been singin’ long time ‘go where did “ya come from, where did “ya go, where did “ya come from Cotton Eyed Joe...” over and over. I was extremely sick of that song! ll So Lara and I went around the boat seeing what there was. We went to see what other things were t there to explore. We were so bored that We went on the terrace, only to find that these Egyptian- Canadians ages 17, 18 and 21. They were really funny (David Letterman, eat your heart out)l ll They had one of their joke/arguments over what was better: Pepsi or Coke/America or Canada - a hilarious, heated argument. Now we thought that the kids downstairs would be finished. We went downstairs only to find that the same song was still playing! ll I couldn't believe my ears, and by the looks of Lara's face, neither could she. On that boat we all were listening to droning and monotonous music and wondering, “Why us?°, but heck, it was quite an adventure.

-Manaal Eisa

Cinderella

When I was 5 years old, I liked Cinderella. I wanted to be like her. I even thought about having a stepmother and nice shiny pink shoes. One day, I saw my friend wearing shiny pink shoes just like Cinderella. I asked my mother to buy me some shoes like these. When my mother refused, I cried the whole day. When I opened my eyes, I was in a big beautiful house Cleaning the floor. ““Now, I am Cinderella”, I thought. To wear a dress and shiny shoes, I had to work and work. I was mad because my legs and arms became painful as I worked. Nobody liked me. I didn’t like being Cinderella. I got up just before 8 o'clock ready for my kindergarten. After my dream, I changed my mind about being Cinderella. It was a very difficult life.

-Bo-Rah Kim

- 114 THE WWAWE

I sit there, on the hot, yellow sand, my toes, buried within. It's so calm, so quiet.

Then,suddenly, it comes sweeping with its open arms, gwfiwmkfl towards me. I cower, Calm and it sinks away, silently. and Still. Fading, I’ll take a Chance, fading fast I’ll venture forward, into the blue mist. Thrashing Clouds and rains. My toes go numb, Rolling, my fingers blue. rolling in.

My hands plunge into the water, A light Violet hue, my long fingers, conquered by the grieving grey. reaching out to anything, _ _ Coming my Way As I slt on the lonely hlll, waiting and watching. Then, lt’s coming soon,toosoon. _ again, Dreariness and drowsiness. 1[COmCS, Romng’ crashing behind me, rolling in. like a huge blanket of water, surrounding me. -Molly McCarthy I go back to safety, on the hot grounds. I wait, calmly, till it comes back again ......

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Little tweeds creep, I am a fox a sly fox Feeling cool under my feet. I am the colour black, dark black I am a lightning bolt fast and agile l am popcorn bouncing around. Beautiful colours of greenery, In my heart full of scenery. I am a steady mountain with a fast running river the ends in a water fall. l am a computer full of knowledge Lady birds, butterflies, birds and bees I am the after noon moving to dusk. Joyfully greets, what have wel l am a spring bubbling over

Roses, tulips beautifully swaying I am a Long lasting shoes comfy and soft. Happy once more for here is Spring! l am a jagged rock with a pointy top l am a soft pillow and when you rest I Would Like... on me you fall right asleep l am an arrow fling though the air l would like the sun To shine on my balcony l am a champagne bottle when my cork has shot From morning to evening Out. To shine my life. l am a light bulb that never runs out of electrici- l would like the rain ly l am a multicoloured sparkler burning bright To pour on my rooftop l am a speeding commif flashing thought the air When the sun is unbearable.

I would like the water l am a Range Rover shiny and new To flow clearly on my doorstep l am a lemon that is very sour Like a river decorated with rocks i am a leat floating in the breeze peacefully flowing. l am young Jacaranda swaying in the wind.

l am what l am and you are what you are together -Nadiah Metussin we are what we are and no one can change that.

-Aditya Godwin

ME.

l am a clever otter swimming in the water, a cup of coffee waiting in the cold, a Morris Minor driving through the city. lam a grungy person, a red hot chili pepper, a dark blue Sapphire.

I am a blue pair of jeans, a polo Shirt, a Volks wagon parked next to a house.

l am a fresh violet, a ten story building, a lost and crazy pirate. -Tomas White.

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118 How the Valley: Were Formed

Atlantis, the great King god, was sleeping one day when his messenger from earth came into his room. “Why did you ruin my slumber?" screamed Atlantis. The messenger slowly said, “Pacificus has run away, and he took 300 dragons with him. I am afraid he is trying to build an independent army and is planning to revolt against you.” “Okay that will be all." said Atlantis. The messenger quickly scrambled off. l always knew of my br0ther’s jealousy. But I never knew it would end up like this , Atlantis thought. Atlantis decided there was only one thing he could do and that was to talk to his other brother and adviser. Ozonicus. It was very late, and the moon was very bright. He ran toward the other side of the palace and was shocked to see his brother awake. Atlantis ran in and asked him why he had been up. “Well,” replied Ozonicus. “I have just been told about Pacificus. l am shocked and saddened. Since our dad died, I have been trying to patch up your friendship, but I think I just have to give up. It is hopeless. So why did you come here?” asked the sad Ozonicus. ' “Well, I wanted your help and advice on my defense of this attack.” said Atlantis. “l am very sorry to say this, but I am not going to have anything to do with this argument." Atlantis walked off with a very mad face. Atlantis was a very mean spirited man. He had the face of a human, but a body of a bear. Atlantis was a very strong Creature and that is why he won the throne after his father died. Ozonicus wasn't as strong but much smarter and wiser. He was supposed to be the king because his dad chose him, but Atlantis overthrew his father and took the throne. Atlantis gathered his remaining 200 dragons and his lower five gods and called a meeting. Atlantis began to tell them the whole story and they were extremely shocked. The God of War thought they should gather all the armies in the land and attack. The God of Wisdom thought they should go and catch Nymph and then Pacificus would not be able to do anything. The whole Royal Army went to the Hity Mountains, where Pacificus and his group were hiding out. They got there at night and hid behind the mountain. Atlantis was shocked when he saw a mortal guarding their hideout. Atlantis grabbed him and fed him to his dragon. Then Atlantis sent his Royal Army out. Pacificus was not ready for this surprise. The war lasted until both armies were demolished. The only people left were Pacificus and Atlantis. (Secretly, Ozonicus and the rest of the gods were hiding behind the cave.) Pacificus thrashed at Atlantis with his heavy tail. Atlantis began to pull out his sword. But Atlantis had some guards, the Sphinxes. Pacificus stole them and put them under his power. The sphinxes both came and began biting on Atlantis's back. He hit one off and killed it with one slap of his immortal hand. The war lasted for two whole nights. Until Ozonicus, who was very kind, couldn't stand to see his brothers suffer like this. So he took out his ring which his father gave him, and aimed it at Pacificus and Atlantis. This ring made people tum into stone. Just then, at that second, the other Sphinx came and jumped on Atlantis and pushed him out of the way. The stone hit Pacificus instead of them both. Pacificus, with his big bulky body fell down and landed on the hard ground. With this fall, he made a hole on the mountains and forrned the valleys. After he recovered, he ran away to a cave. Atlantis ran and told Ozonicus, sony and he promised that he would build him a palace. He would also give him the goddess of nature to be his wife. Everybody lived happily until ...... (the sequel has been written by Duncan Alexander and is called “Atlantis and Pacificus”)

-Nimesh Modak

119 BULUMCOS (a story) The F- I 4 Tomcat

10,000 years ago in the city of Venice, Italy, The F -14 is a very important plane in the there was a traveller called Bulumcos. He knew that navy. The F—14’s main job is to protect the no one had travelled around the Eastern area, so he carrier from which it takes off. This is a lot decided to travel there himself. He bought tons of easier than you think because the F-14 can food and water. track up to 24 targets at one time and can fire The day had come. His route to the Eastern at six of them at the same time. Its radar can area was Alexandria-Mascut-Goa-Trivandrum- spot Singapore. He didn't know the way after Singapore. planes He Was very excited, but also he had an uncomfortable feeling. He thought that something Would that are happen. about After one month, he arrived at Muscat. He 100 had to intended to go to Alexandria, but storms pre- miles vented him. His food had finished. His ten helpers away. had died. Now, he had to travel by himself. The F-14 can reach speeds of 1,500 m.p.h. After a few months, he reached the city This is possible because of its design. The called Goa with no more storms. And he crossed the wings can extend or sweep back; the adjust- Indian sea and reached Singapore. He had never ment is made automatically by the computer. seen a city like Singapore. There were lots of The manufacturer is Grumman Aerospace unusual buildings. His destination was just 5000km Corporation. It has a crew of two. It has two away. Finally, he arrived at his destination which General Electric F—110—GE400after burning was a small island, which we now call Kyushu ( an turbofans. Its wingspan is 32 feet and eight island of Japan). He was the first foreigner to come inches. Its length is 49 feet five inches, and it to Japan and teach about medicine, westem clothes has a height of 16 feet. It can reach an alti- etc. HQ became a famous, historical person in Japan. tude of 50,000feet.

-Hirofumi Suda -Tim Tideman

A Small Voice

The thunder rolls in the hills The storm has come Lightning flashes Thunder cracks One human sound The only cry Me, A Small Voice Pleading STOP N 0 GO AWAY In the distance, A drum rolls A Small Sound Beating to an Unknown rhythm A Complicated World Something we do not control? No. Something we do not understand -Molly Capper

120 Mission UFO

“Bye mom, bye dad!”, I called as I stepped on board the airplane. I was a bit worried about leaving New Jersey, friends, school and other things. I was going to be a pilot as I’d always wanted. I was 17 and I was beginning a new life in the US Air force. The first 3 weeks we learnt the basic principles of flying. I was the best and, after half a year, I became a pilot. That night my friends and l were practising flying over Santa Fe. In that moment a thing like a black hole appeared over the city and the city disappeared. Then the black hole flew away. At the headquarters, we found out that more strange things had happened and that the black hole was a UFO. We fought the aliens with brand new technology but we failed. Once an alien ship got behind my jet. I released a few missiles but that didn’t help. I checked the fuel and found out the tank was full. Then the alien shot some kind of heated light at me and my fuel disappeared. I parachuted out of the jet and by luck I was saved. My jet fell and exploded. I walked back to the headquarters and I met my pal Dr. Glettors. He had discovered how to destroy the aliens with his new missile. We fired the missile at the UFO and it exploded, Santa Fe reappeared. We weren`t sure what had happened to the aliens but one thing’s for sure: MISSION ACCOMPLISHED!

-Roman Chovanec

My Last Hospital in Korea

When I was in Korea, I heard that my family would go to lndia. l couldn't believe it. l was full of expectation! We made a lot of preparations to go to India. Medical and dental check-ups were part of them. I went to the hospital with my mother. When l arrived at the hospital, I saw nurses and dentists. Outside the dentist’s surgery, there were chairs and many magazines. When the nurse called my name, I went in. I was surprised to see a lot of instruments. I touched one instrument and the dentist was angry. He said, “Don't touch." l sat on the chair which was so cool. The chair could change position, so l changed the position a lot. The dentist was angry and reprimanded me again. He checked my teeth and said, “Oh, your teeth are very bad. You must come back for treatment." Two weeks later, I returned to the hospital. The dentist began drilling two teeth. I was very scared, so I closed my eyes. My teeth hurt very much but the dentist didn't give me an injection. He put fillings in my teeth. l was very afraid. l was crying, so the dentist couldn't work very well. I told the dentist I was sorry. After the treatment was finished, l couldn't eat any food for an hour. The first time when I went to the hospital with my mother, l didn't eat anything. My mother is always very about that, but when I went to the hospital alone, I ate ice-cream at Basklin Robbins. My mother still doesn’t lknow that. Please don’t tell her!

—llloon—‘n'ee Kohl

121 The Hnüecttñotfns H I still remember that year. When I was about seven years old, I was — asthmatic. When winter came, I coughed incessantly. My parents heard that ` ”FF there Was a good hospital called Sablunse Hospital. That hospital was American. The first time I went to the hospital, I heard babies crying and I saw one who didn”t have any arms or legs. I was so terrified by that sight that I clung to my mother’s arm. We sat on chairs in the waiting room. I waited and waited because there were so many people in the hospital. I sat quietly but it was boring. I wanted to play with something, not just sit on the chair. I told my mother, “Mom, can we go inside the doctor”s room? It's too boring to stay here.” I was so bored and hated staying in the waiting room so I insisted, “Mom! I’m dying. Can we go in, please? I’m not scared of the injection.” “The nurse will call you soon. Just wait quietly,” my mother answered. Suddenly the doctor’s room door opened and a nurse came out. “Hyun-Jooj' she called, “please come in." She smiled at us. “Now, honey, you can go in. Let’s go,” my mother announced brightly. “Oh! No! I was just joking, Mom, not yet,” I pleaded. Then my mother tricked me. “I”ll buy you a doll,” she coaxed. “Hi, young lady. What happened to you?” asked the doctor when I entered the room. He was nice and kind I thought he wou1dn’t give me an injection. My mother told the doctor why I came and they murmured to each other. I didn’t listen to them, because there were a lot of instruments on the doctor°s desk. I was curious about those instruments. The doctor started to talk to me, “Okay. Let me see your arm." He told the nurse to bring something. I was sitting quietly and the nurse came to me and smiled saying, “This instrument is not so painful but we have to do this so your cough will stop.” I wasn`t frightened so I just nodded. They told me I was a good girl. I closed my eyes and something pierced my ann. I knew it was an injection. I opened my eyes and I saw blood coming out from my skin. It was painful. I didn`t cry because they gave me a candy and my mother bought me a doll. Every a month I went to hospital to get an injection. Sometimes it wasn't painful but not always. One day I went to hospital to get injection but suddenly I felt scared and I tensed my arm. That day that needle broke and it was very painful. I can still remember those months of injections all there years later. Fortunately, I’m much better now so the injections were worth it. -Hyun-Joo Han

Unicorn

Like a white cloud floating by, Hooves that gallop and wander, Mind that wonders how and why, The galloping of hooves like thunder.

Mane like waterfall falling free, Twisted spiral, icicle white, Eyes are blue, like a deep sea, As he gallops almost in flight.

His coat shines silver by moonlight, His deep blue eyes hold mystery, As his shiny tail shimmering like sunlight, The long twisted hom gleams magically.

-Christina Ruck

122 WILL IT LET me move?

"J ackl Look ou...!" Then, everything went blank. Jack Cribbons awoke in the hospital and immediately started to retch. The nurse hurried over. "Doctor, he's conscious.“ The doctor walked briskly to the side of his bed. Jack tried to get a good look at the doctor, but everything was blurred. “We were real worried about you, son," he said calmly. "You're a hero." He was a hero? What could he have done to be a hero? All he was doing was shooting at the enemy. That was his job. That's not heroic. That's earning some money. He was standing on the front lines, just trying to make it across enemy lines in one piece. He was doing quite well until, suddenly, he heard his Comrade screaming a warning. After that, he could remember nothing. "Wh...What happened to me?" he asked slowly. "Well," the doctor said hesitantly, "you broke through the enemy lines and almost made it. But there was a mine. Annddd..." He was keeping something from him, and Jack knew it. "Your wife and daughter are here and would like to see you," the doctor said, glad to change the subject. "I'll go get them." With that, he strode out of the room. A few minutes later, his wife ran in, with tears streaking down her face. "Oh, Jack, I was soworried about you," she cried as she threw her arms around him. "Margaret, I'm all right now, everything's going to be fine," he comforted. "No, no it's not. It's not going to be the same anymore," she said sobbing softly. "Yes it is. I'm alive, aren't I?" he joked. But she didn't laugh. She just stared at him and said softly, "You mean, they haven't told you yet?" "Told me what?" he asked. "Can you feel me, J ack?" she questioned, pained. Then he realized, he couldn't. He couldn't feel anything from the neck down except his arms. It was as if there was nothing there. "Jack, you're paralyzed," she started sobbing again. "I just don't have the money or the energy. I'll have to work two jobs to take care of little Anna. I can't take care of you as well." "I, I don't understand," he said though he knew what she was saying. "Jack, I'm leaving you. There'll be someone to look after you. But I can't do it myself." Then she said with a smile, "It would be like taking care of two babies." She always did that. She'd always say something funny to lighten the mood a bit. Usually it would make him laugh. But this time, something in him snapped. "This is no time to make jokes!" he exclaimed angrily. "And I don't need anyone to take care of me! " With that, he flung her back, and flailed his powerful arrns around, the only part of his body he could move. He saw the doctor coming to him with an injection. He inserted the needle into J ack's leg. He didn't feel a thing. Everything went dark, again. When he awoke the next day, he saw somebody in brown hovering over him. As he stared up at the figure, he realized who it was. "General," he muttered. "That's right Captain," said the general brightly. "That was a great thing you did, breaking through the enemy lines." "And look at the price,” responded Jack angrily. "Well, if it would comfort you any." said the general. The general paused for effect and continued. "You've won a purple heart." He watched for a positive reaction. But the reaction was not the desired one. "Will it let me move?!" asked Jack bitterly, "Will it let me feel my legs? Will it let me feel anything below my neck? I was a pro-athlete once, and now I'm reduced to this - a helpless wreckl" When he finally got home, he found it empty. But surprisingly, it was clean. The next day, he found out why.

123 "Master," called somebody from the door, ”I’m here to take care of you." Without even bothering to look outside he screamed, ”I don't need you to take care of me! I'm just fine. I'm no baby! Now get lost." Frightened by the angry tone, the person at the door went away and didn't return. Jack Cribbons became self-sufficient, he cooked his own food, washed his own Clothes and did everything but clean the house. Nobody entered the house, all either too scared to, or discouraged by his angry tone. Jack never left the house either. He believed that everybody would treat him like a baby or a helpless paraplegic. And even he had to admit to the latter. Finally, two weeks after his accident, he decided to go for a swim. He loved to go swimming with Margaret, but this time, he was doing it on his own. He thought of a swim early in the morning when nobody would be on the beach. When he got to the beach, the first thing he did was throw himself out of the wheel chair into the water. He used his powerful arms to propel himself forward. He wasn't as fit as he used to be. He used to swim every day. "Used to," he muttered to himself. "Used to but never again." He started thinking about the past, then about the future. He wouldn't be able to see little Anna grow up. He wouldn't be able to teach her the things he had leamed over the years. She`d grow up fatherless. He wouldn't be part of her life. A wailing interrupted his thoughts. He looked in the general direction of the cry. He found its source. It was a little girl, about Annas age. She was clinging on the flimsy rubber raft that wouldn't hold up for long. Suddenly, all the resentment at not being able to watch his daughter grow welled up inside of him. He was going to save that little girl! He thrust himself forward and swam as fast as he could. But the girl was farther than he had thought. Soon he was exhausted. But he kept on going. Finally, his arms numbed by the pain and cold, he reached the little girl. He caught hold of her and back-paddled to a rocky outcrop that would keep her safe. As he thrust her upwards onto the rocks, a wave splashed over him. He gave up. He had let out all the resentment in him. He had saved that little girl. He had given her something he didn`t have. Life. As Jack Cribbons sank to the ocean floor, there was a certain look in his eye: the look of a man who has made his peace with himself, and God.

-Rohan Relan

9am

I am a cat with emerald eyes the color of hazy grey a firebird racing through the wind. I am the mountains crumbling to the sea a glass of dry, red wine a willow tree. I am the wind that blows through that tree oldies music a rocking chair I am the dawn of time the mist that flows through a foggy morning dust that lasts for just a short time. I am what I am.

-Melinda Stanley

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"fl" ' ' "I"I"I'I"I'I'I'I'I'l"l'I"I'I'I:I'I'I'I' . :=E=.-:-.':=:=:=:=:=:=:=:=:=:=:':=:=:-:=:=:=:? Ill l l:I:I' =:=:=C E;5'-:=5 Fnocx THEDRAGON :;:;:; I 1- I_:.I ål' There was once a Very powerful god called Zexer, and he owned the most powerful dragon in the whole world. All the other gods envied him for this and for his dragon's 1:1:å I : power. Together they were unbeatable. ' ' 'u_ Then one day all the other mighty gods said it was only because of the dragon that 1 1"1I '- I :55: he was the ruler. So that night in order to prove them wrong, Zexer got the dragon trapped :::::- % in a cave and fired lightning at it. Though the mighty thunderbolts hit Frocx, the dragon, -:-,',:: _- :- he was not severely injured. He did not understand why his owner was being so mean to :I:-.1 I __:: him, but he didn't want to find out. ,:::,I Frocx was trapped in the cave. With a mighty hit of his tail, he smashed the cave 1:1:1' I f: open and some rocks fell to earth, making great pits and cliffs which then filled with :.:-:: E: I water. Frocx got so mad, he charged at Zexer, the god, and hit him with his full power. 1:1:1: .1 '1 Zexer fell down to earth so fast that he was a ball of fire. He made a huge mark. All the :-:.'_'. ::. I. animals around him fled and the area became deserted, forming a desert. No more animals _::._n returned because they feared that Zexer would fall again and squash them all or they ,:I.:.: :I:::: would get burned up. :.:.:. ::::,- However unlikely, he survived because he was immortal. He returned to the .' I.‘ jheavens and then called for help from all the other gods to help him kill Frocx. They '1 å.: accepted but only to one condition, He would have to share his power with everybody 1' 1 $who helped him. Zexer accepted. They all made a plan to trap mighty Frocx under the '1 I... :'- core of the earth. So they did. ::::-: FT' When Frocx was looking for food, they trapped him in a very high Voltage net; so :-:I:- n::':: that he could not escape. This power of electricity was too powerful for Frocx but it would -:-H ' :f not kill him. Frocx tried to escape. but it was useless. The net was too powerful for him to :':':' . get through. The gods laughed at his helplessness and threw him down under the earth. : I Frocx was weakened extremely by the power of the net and could not get out. 1:1' ' Though he was weakened, he still tried to escape. Every time he smashed the : I surface, he would make a mountain. Once he managed to get a hole through the earth and ' he burned everything he could see. After many years of a hard life for Frocx and happi- I I I ness for the gods, Frocx regained his power and smashed a huge hole in the earth. Frocx flew back and he took revenge on the evil Zexer and killed him. After that there was no more ruler because they were all scared that Frocx would overpower them like he did to Zexer. Frocx then happily went to the highest cave in the world and lived there. Every time he played with his dragon babies and jumped around the whole earth shook. 1.1.1: -Davide Binotti

125 The new car

I once had a car that never broke down , got me everywhere on time. It was a 1959 Cadillac Elderado Biarritz convertible, a true classic in the history of American cars, I used to take my girlfriend to the movies and go to parties, I even ate in that car, it was my best friend. until one day on the way to my car I picked up the newspaper lying on my front lawn, and it said the following “From here onwards, no cars older than 10 years are allowed to drive except for special occasions or classic convoys.” This shocked me, I relied completely on my 48 year old car to get me everywhere, I never thought the day would come when I’d have to lock her up or sell her to some snob who would most probably put her in a museum window. But the law was the law, so the next morning I decided to sell my beautiful car and get a new one, I put an add in the local paper and three days later I sold it to a museum which paid me twice what the car was worth, in my opinion anyway. The next day I took a taxi for the first time in twenty-two years, it took me to a car dealer which Specialized in convertibles, which I love. I took a look around the showroom when suddenly a voice bellowed out “Can I help you?” I looked up to see a huge dark haired man with a cheap suit and a dumb hat which almost made me laugh. _ -“I”m looking for a new convertible” I responded, — “ Oh!” The voice said, “ Right this way my good man” he showed me to a green, a yellow and a black convertible “ These are our finest convertibles” he stated confidently , -“What mark are they?” I inquired, -“There our newest Cadillacs, driving doesn't get any better than these three beauties.” I looked at the green one and found that it was a bit too green for my liking, plus it had a V6 engine and I wanted a V8, next I took a look at the black Cadillac which I found much more desirable, but I didn’t like the seats nor the automatic transmission. Finally I looked at the white Cadillac which had a V8 engine, perfect seats, good color and a manual transmission. Three hours later, I drove off into the sunset in a car that you could meditate in, and I thought to myself “I should have done this a long, long time ago.”

-John Arne Kjosaas

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-Seung Jon Chon

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American Embassy School New Delhi, India