Month of June, 2007

Shay Erickson: Nicknamed The Queen of Clever Comebacks, Shay rules Element Middle School. She has perfect hair, glossy white teeth, flawless complexion, and a big house and lots of belongings.

January: Garnet Facts

Jewelry from Egypt dating as far back as 3100 B.C. contained garnet stones. It was believed garnet would protect its wearer from enemies and could illuminate the darkness.

Unbelievably great book! Must have taken a long time to write each chapter. I loved it!! My Mom loved it!! My Dad loved it!! Very Skilled Author Two Thumbs Up :-) :-D :-> :-] :-} :-)

Prologue

Evan Percy was ready. He had his suitcase, and his backpack, and his staples (food, water, etc.) Plus more.

"Nice goal Stanley!" exclaimed eleven year old Andrew. "Thanks!" replied twelve year old Stanley.

Author's Note: Awesome song by Skillet.

Falling Inside The Black Lyrics
Tonight I'm so alone
This sorrow takes ahold
Don't leave me here so cold
(Never want to be so cold)

All right. That was IT.
She started looking left and right, weaving all the while, looking for a niche to get out her gun.

Author's Note: Also a poem I thought of while writing "Tears of Sad Happiness"...

Take A Walk With Me
By Kiowa 6/27/07

Come on, My Darling
Take a walk with me.

Hold my hand

Author's Note: We have many secrets of love...

Secrets Of Love
By Kiowa 6/28/07

Secrets of our love
Swim through my mind
The only ones who know
Is you and my diary

All the beasts never paid attention to the humans. They were all beneath them. They all should have paid more attention to the humans if they wanted to survive.

Author's Note: I won't let anything ruin this day, not today...

Today
By Kiowa 6/28/07

Driving in the car
Looking through the glass
As the rain falls down.

Vast forests all around

Author's Note: I was writing some of Tears Of Sad Happiness (aka Love & Tragedy, i changed the title) and in it there was a lil romance between Lauren and Anthony, which in turn made me think of me an

Author's Note: 4 more days ppl, then all this missing will stop... :)

The Chance
By Kiowa 6/23/07

If I had the chance
I would run into your arms
And hold you until the moon came out.

“I’ve got bleeding in the head, we need to stem that. Stat.”
“Heart rate’s dropping to forty BPM. And dropping.”
“Thirty BPM! Have paddles on standby!”
“Paddles on standby!”

Another poem I wrote before joining KidPub... you'll see a lot of these.

Stars
Shining
In the
Night sky
Bright
Lighting up
The sky
Stars
Shining
In the
Night sky
Small
White
Stars

A poem I wrote before joining KidPub...

A single leaf
Falls from a tree
Crinkled and brown
Twisting and turn
Along with breeze
Then onto the ground
Just one of many
Leaves

Chapter four:

“Hello? Hello, Val dear?”

Vanessa had wandered off in her mind. She was brought back to Earth when Bailey repeated once again, “Helloooo...?”

Day 6 of the Weird New Place
June 6th Washington D.C.
Coat Closet of All Bedrooms
12:30 p.m.

Author's Note: yeah... i hope he can feel me even tho im not there with him...

Can You Still Feel Me?
By Kiowa 6/22/07

Can you still feel me?
I can still feel you.

Your arm around

Author's Note: After talking to Rocco over email for the past two hrs, i know he misses me... but now i'm craving him even more... :(

Craving
By Kiowa 6/22/07

My eyes
So tired.

My hand

Author's Note: This was what happened in the last 10mins Rocco and I were together...

We’re All Alone
By Kiowa 6/22/07

Come inside
Don’t be scared
We’re all alone.

Follow me

“Remember when we were eating yellow popsicles in the park and there was a wind and the yellow melted popsicle blew on us?”

Author's Note: Can you feel me, like I feel you?

Do You Feel Me?
By Kiowa 6/24/07

Do you feel me now
As my hand gently
Squeezes your shoulder?

Do you feel me now
As my hand reaches

Another one of my friend's great poems. She's trying to convince her mom to let her join.

Tomorrow's brand new
Yesterday's past and today is through

Author's Note: I feel so far, far away...

Far, Far Away
By Kiowa 6/22/07

I’ll miss you
As I travel
Far, far away.

I’ll miss you
As my family
Asks about you.

I’ll miss you

Author's Note: Sitting outside alone, staring out into the lake of lives... can cause a lot of poems to go through your head all at once... now try putting them together, this is wut u get. :)

Possible opne of my favourite books of all time...in a poetical way it tells a story about a boy and his good friend Tree...and then the boy gets older and the tree is all alone and so on!!!!!

I groaned and turned my head a few times to find myself in a room with me in a bed, a balloon on my bedside table, and a TV that looked like it got cable!

Author's Note: yeah... like i dreamed of u last nite. :)

I’ll Be Dreaming Of You
By Kiowa 6/22/07

I’ll be thinking of you
As I lie awake
In the unfamiliar bed
That I must call my own

Author's Note: It's true, really it is. even tho i claimed to have cheated on u with Eragon's best friend and now dad thinks i like a goat named Billy, only your love can save me...

Author Note: and i really wish i hadnt left him at home... :(

What You Left At Home
By Kiowa 6/24/07

You look in the mirror
See your own sad eyes.

You search your memory

Just then, another customer (who had observed the whole scene) leaned over the glowering pair, a slight hint of a smile on her lips.

Author's Note: I began feeling parinoid in the stupid airport... ahhheeeek too many ppl!!!!

They Know Nothing
By Kiowa 6/22/07

No one sees me
I’m just another girl.

Meanwhile, at his small general store, Mr. Sanders was whistling contentedly through his cracked buck teeth. Adjusting his large plastic glasses and hiking up his pink sweatpants, eccentric Mr.

Meanwhile, another doctor on the same floor was busy shouting madly into a small cell phone while sauntering down the same hallway Grandfather just had. “I said I wanted four copies of that form!

When the dismissal bell rang at the end of the school day, the boy strode out of the school building, breathing in the fresh frosty air, and unhooked his bike from the rack on the side brick wall.

When the lunch bell at school finally rang, Jenna snatched the hat from her locker and scampered into the cafeteria in record speed.

Stifling a yawn, Jenna jerked the front door open, goosebumps forming on her bare arms in the icy morning air. Jenna scuttled hastily to the edge of the driveway, snatching up the morning newspaper.

The building sat on the corner of Fifth and Ninth avenue. Weeds grew around the edges of the property, an old street sign lay toppled over in yellowing grass.

This is a silly poem that i made up in like 15min

My cat never comes when I call her.
She cannot remember her name.
Her brain is the size of a thimble.
And that’s why my cat is so lame.

Andrew tried to grab the sack, but the man kept running. Andrew was quite strong, so he flung hinself against the man, knocking him to the floor.

Author's Note: The lake of lives is where my heart resides...

The Lake Of Lives
By Kiowa 6/26/07

The wind whipping
Around my head
As I fly over water
Out-stretched arms

This is a really weird poem me and my friend made up in the 3rd grade

Humpty Dumpty sat on a wall.
Humpty Dumpty made a prank call.
Now all the king’s horses
and all the king’s men

Author's Note: Remanicing can be painful, but also delightful...

Remembering What I Had Forgot
By Kiowa 6/27/07

Remembering that day
I ran away
Out of foolishness.

Remembering the time

As soon as everyone arrives, we start the play, which is “Mary and Joseph.” I am Mary and Kelsey is Jesus. She really does look like an angel, curled up in her basket, which was the manger bed.

It is Christmas Eve at six-thirty. Our party starts at seven, and goes to about ten-thirty. I am in my room changing.

The piano is not my only friend. My best friend is Paula Leigh, although I just call her Paul, like everyone calls me Brandi, even though my real name is Brianna May.

I sit at my piano. It lies in my family’s living room, covered in dust. Not the neglected type of dust, but the vintage, rustic type of dust, the dust that gives the piano a cozy, charming feeling.

It seems the author who writes 7th graders disapered at 3:50 Eastern time. It's up to you all to find out! This is a note she taped on her computer.

There you are a mile away,
your smile guides the way.
It leaves a path of fluttering
butterflys, that leads me to your
heart. May the bumpy roads
never take us apart.

Janie walked through the woods, following her mother. Janie's mother went out into some tall grass. Janie followed but didn't go very far. Her mother saw a horse from the nearby farm.

Kelly was sitting on her bed that evening while the parents 'discussed' it. Finally, Mr. Waters walked in. " Your mother and I have discussed the matter." "And...?" Kelly asked.

As they proceeded to descend down the front steps, Maria asked Ryndal quietly, "How long will it take to cross Shanalee?"
He looked at her awkwardly. "Um, somewhere around two years."

Tommy and the rest of the runners shot off their starting blocks with rapid speed. Tommy took a quick lead as he approached the first hurdle.

Tommy ran out to the track to tell A.J. the bad news. He had never jumped hurdles before but he couldn't tell that to coach McDonald. He didn't want to dissapoint him.

Andrew rolled around in his bed. Somehow, despite how comfortable the bed was, he couldn't go to sleep. Suddenly, he heard footsteps in the hallway. Andrew jumped out of bed and peered out the door.

My Dog Taz is a golden retriever, lab mix. She is a very sweet dog but, she digs out of her pen alot. One time when she dug out a flap of skin had been ripped off her back when we found her.

This is a Poem I wrote for my dad on fathers day.

The perfect dad is kind,
The perfect dad is helpful,
The perfect dad is merciful,
The perfect dad is you!

Chapter three:

one day i was at the pool and i was swimming and there was only like five people and somebody was swimming behind me i heard them swimming they were splashing and i looked behind me and nobody was t

"That's the fastest time yet!" exclaimed A.J. as Tommy came running

This is my first poem, please comment.

My parents love me so much, a lot
It's hard to believe how much love they've got
All the things they do for me

A dream.
That’s what it was, a dream.

Bailey greeted the two undercover police officers at her door with a solemn nod. They had been stationed here since the day after Mark’s death. They answered with an equally stoic glance.

Cecy looks up at the enormous house on the hill. It seems at the same time imposing, and inviting. In her little no-nothing town, it is the only thing that provides interest.

This is a poem I wrote in April. I've added some things on to it... I"ll post the original this afternoon.

A Beam
Of Goldeness
Falling
From a window
Creating patterns
That
Dance

Chapter 8

This is official!

Justine started up the steep, blue-painted platform stairs. Her bare feet plodded through cold, chlorine-laced puddles that gathered on the narrow steps.

Five times dizzy
What can i say it's an ok book but not a must read one
it's got a nice front cover that will probably catch your eye and it's interseting.

This is such a wonderous book! Sometimes, I would even admit to myself it was better than Harry Potter but I dunno, I like both I guess, and I AM still a Harry Potter Freak. *smiles sheepishly*

I am going to write a new series, which's title I will not tell. Just look on to see when it comes.

Andrew followed Hirokima up the fancy stairs.
"What's so secret?" he asked.

The next morning, Kelly could hear talking downstairs. Janie was still asleep in the closet. Kelly tiptoed downstairs, careful not to be seen. Kelly peeked around the corner to see who was there.

Molly tried her best to help Brook, but Brook just didn't listen. By then it was the day of her performance.

While Brook was changing, she couldn't fit into her dance clothes, and realized that she did need to go on a diet.

"Balance, balance, leap, step, capriole, and finish," said Jenna, the dance teacher, "Class is dismissed. Brook, can I talk to you for a minute?"

"Sure, why, what do you want?" said Brook

This was a very futuristic, good book. I only gave it a four because at some parts it's confusing. You should read it; it's entralling and has a good plot.

This is a pretty good book. But it's not excellent. It has big font and a lot of pictures, and it's only 115 pages.
You can read it if you want to, but it's not a must read book.

Bella woke up, as she heard a whining come frome the darkness that seemed to swallow her up every night.She lifted her head and saw her dog maya, whining as she looked at the moon.Bella remembered the

This book Remember me is so good
it is about a girl called amber and her {mom,mum} re married

Bubbles Very far away in a land full of bubbles, there was a bubble kingdom. In the kingdom there was a bubble king, Henry, and the bubble queen, Ada.

Hi another poem here goes this one i think is a bit corny.
and again excuse me for any thing that does not make sence and also spelling mistakes.

If I could wish you Spring in December,

I give this book a three due to the fact that I've tried to read it THREE times and have never finished it. And I kinda pride myself on finishing every book I read.

My room is dark,
It's ceiling like a nighttime sky.
I turn on my light,
And on my bed is a fallen star.

This is no falling star,
It's already fallen,
And it's friends are callin'

Here is my poem and excuse me for any spelling mistakes and things that dont make sence.

What is this wonder soft and white,
That falls from the sky on this wintery night?

Chapter 7
After a week of glares and whispers, the weekend was welcome. Until, of course, I found out what was in store.
Saturday Morning, 8:52 am
Ding-Dong.

Hirokima and Andrew walked down the dirt path, luminated with moonlight. The full moon glowed brightly, and the grass swayed in the wind.

Staring down death wasn't a favorite of mine. I wanted to tell at General Jackson Friday to think fast and kill him right then and there; but I didn't want to devisate Katrina.

This is mine...so yeah.

I Am...
by Me

I am an owl, flying in the night, hunting my prey.

I am the rain, thundreing on the rooftops, freshening the plants and trees.

My friend's over and this is her poem...she might become an author on KidPub. So we wrote this in class. So yeah. Here goes.

I Am...
by my friend

In a dark, dark, sewer. on a dark, dark night. A single homicidal goldfish plots revenge, as his unsuspecting victim lies in bed. At the stroke of midnight, he worms his way up the drain.

Three
Bride to Be, Or Not to Be?

“I decide!” screamed Carina at her mother later. “I don’t wish to marry him!”

The swirling mist was thick and white. The large trees barely stood out, and the stars sparkled with brilliance.

Maria felt nervous. She knew that a Courtan was obviously the 'president' of this city in Shanalee, and she didn't know how to address anybody famous. Should she talk proudly, modestly, or normally?

Chapter two:

Chapter 2
Revolution

Inspired by true stories of Torre Argentina (www.romancats.com/)

Chapter 1
Etrius

The Adventures of Huckleberry Finn, The Adventures of Tom Sawyer: Mark Twain
these were banned because they portrayed Africans in a good light.

Are you there God? It's me, Margret: Judy Bloom

10. Everything you were is atomaticly nerdy. You can wear what ever you want, or you can ruin the popular kids trends for them!

Chapter one:

Have you ever wondered about why some kids have allergies and you don’t? Or why people have different hair colors?

Lizzy rang the doorbell at Madeleine Otto's house. It was a stately mansion.
Why, Lizzy thought, do some people have everything, while others have practically nothing?

In Spiceville Town School there were Miss Ginger, Mrs. Salt, and a bunch of mild little spices. And then of course, there was Mr. Pepper.

Two
The Banquet

Carina jogged down the stairs comfortably. I should abandon my dresses and wear this every day, she thought.

We were soaring high when we got out of the base. We hit a few rough spots but were doing well. I felt thrilled to be out of the base and finding my dad.

I'm really getting into this one! I can't wait for the next edition!

One
The Story of Trolley

Kingdom of Trolley, Trolet Castle

we share everything
clothes
rooms
and laughs.

your chances run away from
you just
as lizards do.

your oppurtunities
will flow right
past unless
you build a dam.

on the other side
you wait for me
with outstreched
arms
calling
my name constantly
as you
wait forevermore.

the birds of
eternity fly past me
as I sit here
and wonder.