I Will Find You. Part 5. By:Keira

  No.
  I fly off my balcony, expecting certain death. I did not just do that.Why would I do that? Ugh! The icy, crisp air slaps me in the face, as the pale moonlight shines down on me. The streets are filled with chatter and cars. Lights sparkle throughout the city, copycating the stars that shine bright in the clear night sky. I wonder what time it is. I wonder what time I'll land on the ground. I wonder what time I'll die. I mean, I pretty sure one of these next breaths I'm going to take is going to be the last. What will Amy do without me? What about dad? I mean, we can't find mom. He'll have nobody without me. Why did I jump? I didn't even want to!
  Then; there's a thud. I know that I landed.
  Bang. I fall on the ground. Cold conreat stabs my hands. Am I dead? I don't think so. I slowly stand up. Well, I am pretty sore. I then realize, that I'm not on the street. No, I'm on the roof of the building next to my apartment. I'm alive. Ha! I lived! Oh my gosh. I can'the believe that I can jump that far! I feel relieved as the cold wind whips through the air. I yell out a cry of joy, happy to be alive.
  That's when I see her. A little girl. Sitting on the roof. Crying. She has dirty red hair that covers her face. She hides herself in a little red hoodie. "Are you okay?" I ask, worried for her safety.
  "I Am..." She says, ominously, "but are you?" She yells, jumping up from her spot. Her red hair reveals her face, which is covered in eyeliner.
  Then, she attacks me. She puls a huge stick out of her bag, the ones that people would use to get across rivers. Yeah, I don't know what they're called. She runs towards me then disappears. She pops up behind me, without walking there. She's like the other guy! She'so going to kill me!"Little red says 'hi'" she yells, in an insane manor. To bad you're going to bed!" she yells, angerly.
 Then, everything goes black.



To be continued.

Werewolf sighting part 2

It was the Werewolf....

I began running for my life. I thought I was doomed...
but..
It was actually going for the deer, so that bought me some time. I drove away in fear.

I told everyone and everyone said I was lying. I said to them I passed the Lie Detector test at the police station and showed video proof to them. I was telling the truth.

Werewolf sighting

I continued this series with another fiction story. I was driving in the dark late out at night when I came across deer piled up on one another. I was wondering what animal would be capable of doing that. Something 350 pounds? So I keep driving and guess what I find............

A full deer skeleton! What?

I then see something in the bush. What is it?

TO BE CONTINUED! IT IS NOT OVER!

Gymnastics ( Sylvia)

Dear ankles, 

Sorry for all I've done to you.

Dear wrists, 

I didn't mean to hurt you.

Dear shoulders,

I'm sorry for the damage.

Dear arms,

How much longer can you hold me up?

Dear back, 

Sorry for all the falls and all the pain.

Dear head,

I've shaken you up a lot haven't I?

Dear legs, 

To much running, and falling, and pain!

Dear body, 

Why do you cause me so much pain?

Dear me,

But promise me you will never stop.

Minecraft City COMPLETED!!! -Josh

After about 8 months working on this monstrous creation every day after school, working at 7:00 AM, and finding great builds, it's finished- MINECRAFT CITY!!!! I thought I got it done about 2 weeks ago, but I made a small residential area with a park. Streets in this area are Emerald Drive, Ruby Crescent, Bond Court, Suncrest Place, Downing Street, and Southgate Court. All of these names were inspired by real streets in County Park. The area includes single homes and townhouses.

I used to live in County Park, on York Street. There's only one school for the whole area. There should be a second school.

Back to Minecraft. I continued the power lines system with the wires crossing over the area. The Airport was smaller than I wanted it to be.

There won't be much Minecraft stuff coming up.

I Will Find You. Part 4. By:Keira

  I wake up on the cold, hard, wooden floor, drenched in sweat. Another scary dream. Another nightmare. Another part of my everyday life. All I can hear is her screams. Mom's screams. Amy's screams. Dad's screams. The last looks, before disappearing; forever. Every dream is so different. The sad, lonely ones where she says goodbye, and then leaves me. The scary ones where I'm seeing her being taken away, and then killed. The ones where I'm searching for her, but she's not there. Every time I sleep, a nightmare about my mom fights it's way into my head. Every night...
  The sun has faded from the sky, and the fresh moonlight shines down on me. It's... Beautiful. Who cares if I'm safe inside my house. I'm just going to end up dying of starvation in two weeks. I have to-to-to; to get out of here! I mean, even if I survive this physically by no dying, I would have died as a person. I mean-um-like-no-not like, as-wait-um-yeah. Sure. Let's go with that. The energy of a thousand bolts of lightning shoot through my body, making feel like a-a-a-um, oh who cares, I'm not an author. I cannot stop fidgeting. I run to grab my backpack and my coat. Then, I try to fight the next moment that my body attempts to make. I  fidget as i attempt to grab a knife and, drag it through the sloppily sewn curtains. No. I try to fight back. I open the doors to my balcony. No. I yell at myself, using all the will power I have possible, but I keep going. NO! I stand up on the railing of my balcony, reluctantly, expecting certain death, I jump.








no....




To Be Continued....

I Will Find You. Part 3. By:Keira

  It was real. It was real. It was real. It was real. It was real. That's the only thought that goes through my mind. It was real. I find myself taking every single step I can to make me safe. I shut my blinds and sloppily sew them together. I close all of my doors, lock them, and pile furniture up against them. I gather all of the normal household items that could be used as a weapon. After I've taken every single precaution possible, I huddle up in the dark, lonely, space that my couch is held in(I moved my couch to block front door.) I rock back and forth, in an obsessively repetitive motion, on my hard, cold, creaky wooden floor. Then, my phone rings.
  When I stretch my arm across the room to reach the phone, my wound gives my arm agonizing pain. I scream, but immediately attempt to muffle it with my non-injured arm, in case the guy was around. I manage to grab the phone, and I see that it's Amy. My best friend. I'll give you a brief description of her. She has dirty blond hair and pale skin. Freckle find their way under her eyes and over her nose. She has vibrant blue eyes and is the same age as me.
  "Amy?" I ask, making sure it wasn't the guy."Hey." She says in respond."What's up?" I ask, trying to finish this conversation, so I can stitch up this wound faster. "Well, I was wondering if you wanted to get lunch later. You've been so upset about your mom lately, so I thought that you might feel better if you had you're mind taken off it. You know, a little bit of fun." She asks, concernedly."You know what, this whole conversation made me feel better, Well, I guess I don't need lunch to cheer me up then. Bye!" I lie, in a rushed manor. I hang up the phone before she can respond. I inwardly sigh, scared to death about what will happen next.
  A couple minutes after the phone call, I decide to clean up my wound. I grab a sewing needle, disinfectant, and a very special type of thread that is okay to use on skin. I'll spare you the gory details of what happened next. Let's just say, it was disgusting.
  After the stitching, I grow drowsy, and unintentionally fall asleep.
  "Tick, tock, goes the clock, now what shall we play?"  Sings the gentle, yet disturbing voice of a dozen children. I find myself in a dark, cold, creepy, backstage of a circus. Completely black. Nothing to bee seen. I hear a sudden, high pitch scream, and then the immediate face of a scowling doll is 5 inches away from my face, only she can be seen. Large, brown threads sprout from her head, and her pink tutu is viciously shredded. Then, A flash of dark fills the room, only for a millisecond, and the doll, now violently glaring and smiling like the Joker, is millimeters away from my face.My heart pounds, racing faster than ever. I scream and push my elbows and feet to get me away from her(Because I was lying on my back.) The dimly lit spotlight that shown on the doll had disappeared, making he vanish from sight. "Tick, tock, goes the clock, and all the years they fly," Chant the children. Another scream. I look around and see Amy hula-hooping, but I only see the back of her. Her thin, dirty blond hair is held a pony tail, and she wears a grey tee-shirt and blue jeans. "Amy?" I ask, scared to see what happened to her. She slowly turns around, sending shivers up my spine, and i see a terrifying sight. Her face is covered in frowning clown makeup, not her whole face, just the eyes and lips. She frowns along with it, while continuously hula-hooping. Suddenly, a clown runs up to her with a knife in his hands, and grabs her shoulders, and the spotlight that once shown on her, has disappeared. I hear The most horrible, bone chilling, gruesome, scream I have ever heard. "Tick, tock, goes the clock, soon you and I must die." Sing the children. Then, I see my mom,  reaching for me, trying to get to me but she can't. I try to run to her, I use all of the power that I have to get to her. But I can't. Then, the man that attacked me on the streets, creeps up behind my mother and grabs her shoulders, Holding the shard of glass that he attacked me with in his left hand, and pulls her away. My heart jumps out my chest, I have never been this scared in my life. "Mom!" I scream, as she's dragged away from me. Then, The lights go out, and I hear a scream.
"Tick, Tock...."



To be continued....
                    

Happy earth day!

Happy Earth day everyone. hope you all wore green and blue!

I Will Find You. Part 2. By:Keira

  At 3:29 am, my dad leaves to go home and get some sleep. He's the only one of us that works. We need to make some kind of income, right? After that, I make eggs for breakfast, but I lose myself in in my mind and end up burning them again. I don't really care how they taste at this point. After I eat, I slowly get get ready for the day. I take a shower, get dressed(With non-matching socks) and grab the flyers before I leave my apartment. I run around the city asking people if they have seen my mom, but nobody has.
  Eventually, I find myself wandering down an alley, just so I can hang up the flyers. A frosty wind attacks my face, as my footsteps echo down the cold, dark, empty alleyway. Cracked windows and cobble stone are the only things in sight. All I can smell is the moist air and the faint scent of cat vomit. I slowly make my way down the dark, creepy alley. I get my stapler gun ready to hang up the flyers, when all of the sudden, the wind gets much stronger, and it blows several posters away. I try to secure the posters in my hand better, but the wind just gets stronger. All of the sudden, the wind starts swirling around me, making me sneeze, as dust and garbage flies up. The gust rips the paper out of my hands, and sends them flying in a circular motion. A blur of a person in a grey hoodie emerges from the wind. I look closely at him, not able to see his face due to the tilting of his head. That's when I see it. The most frightening thing I've ever seen(In person, of course). The men held a huge shard of glass in the hand that had been covered with a glove. But when I blinked, he had disappeared. I immediately spin around and see him on the other side of the circle .Then, the most impossible thing ever happened. I cannot emphasize how impossible this is. The hoodied man duplicates himself. Seriously. Right in front of my eyes. Oh. My. Gosh. I am flippin' out right now. This is not physically possible. All of the sudden, he duplicates himself in a 360 degree around me. They all slowly emerge towards me. I try to move, but they all surround me. I have nowhere to go. I'm as good as gone. "Stop looking for her!" He yells, in a dark, grumbling voice. Then, he lifts up the glass, and cuts a huge, gory, scar on my right arm. All of the sudden, everything goes black.
  I wake up in my bed, covered in sweat,(as usual) and I feel a wave of relief wash over me. It was just a dream. Then, I lift up my right arm, just to check, and it's there. A bloody scar stretches across my arm. I look down
to the pillow that my arm gently rested on, and it has a streak of red down the side. I have never been more scared.


It. Was. Real.




To be continued...          

I Will Find You. Part One. By Keira

  "M-M-M-M-Mom?"I stutter, gasping for air. She stares at me, in an unusual manor. "Mom, Say something, please." I beg, only getting a blank stare in response. Everything around me is a foggy, bright white. I can only see my mother, sitting beside my laying figure. "Mom!"I scream, in a desperate attempt to get her to speak to me. She just blinks at me, in a calm manor. Then, she bends down to give me a hug, and stands up. "Mom..." I say, in a quiet, but nervous, voice. She slowly stands up, as loose strands from the bun that her long, brown hair is held up in, whips through the sudden breeze. I immediately know what' happening. "Mom!!!" I scream, attempting to stand up, but an unknown force roughly shoves me to the ground. She stares at me, with calm, but slightly sorrow, eyes. "Mom!!" I shout, as she turns away. My panic levels rise to the top, and I almost break my lungs screaming for her. Suddenly, I'm covered heat to toe, in cold, soaking wet water. "Mommmm!" I scream, sputtering through waves of water, that only cover me. I fight with as much power as possible. trying to stand up, trying to breath. Trying not to die on the inside. I see her get one last glance at me through the water, before she disappears forever.
  I wake up covered in sweat. Another bad dream. Just like every night. Every single night. I look to my alarm clock. 1:58 am. I silently sigh to myself. There's no point in going back to sleep. I've already completed my education, and I'm not supposed to go to work until I get better. I  slowly drag me sock-covered feet over the hard-wood floor of my studio apartment. I pass by my table, which is covered piles on piles in missing people flyers. Every time I pass that table, I can't help but look down, because every time I look down, I see her for what could possibly be the last time. I slowly pick up a flyer. I stare at her features. Her caring, grey eyes. Her silky, brown hair. Her award-wining smile. Her creamy, pale skin. I miss her so much.
  A quiet, but sudden, knock on the door awakens me from my trance. I slowly creep towards my door, and look through the tiny hole. I see my dad, the person that has been there for me the most since mom went missing. I unlock my door, and greet the familiar face. "Hey," I say, while obvious sadness fills my voice. He looks at me in a empathetic manor. "Another bad dream?" He asks, with a concerned stare. "Yeah." I say, solemnly. "Look, Matt, I know it's been hard, having your mom be missing for five months now, I miss her so much it kills me inside," He begins, trying to cheer me up, "But if she doesn't come back in about a year, we'll have to accept that she's probably gone." He says, trying to hide the fact that he's on the verge of tears, but miserably failing. "Is this you moving on?" I ask, scared to feel alone in this struggle. "What? No. You're a smart kid, Matt, You know that I look for her every single day of my life. Okay?" He asks me. I stare at him, trying to decide if I should devote the rest of my life, from being 22(That's how old I am now) and up, to finding my mom. I knew the answer as soon as he finished the question. "Yes" I say.


I just wish that he was there when the real struggle began. But that was still a while away.


Or was it?




To be continued...      

Ultramarine Blue - Jewel

Fuchsia - Sylvia

Charcoal - Irelynn

Gold - Jorja

Dark Slate Blue - Chloe

Green - Marta

Gold - Zak

Florescent Pink - Sadie

Yellow - Joshua

Sky Blue - Dylan

Light Green - Jayvis

Blue - Lucas

Red - Connor

Bronze - Mark

Primrose - Blade

Dark Blue - Ervin

Yellow - Maria

Gray - Cheryl

Red - Lennox

Sky Blue - Muftah

Turquoise - Autumn

Aqua Marine - Elyse

Mr. Yellow by Keira

Electric Ultramarine

Electric Ultramarine

You are the boldest of all blues,

With your strong, loud, bold colour and name that fits oh-so well,

A young boy who was abandoned found joy in grief,

Batteries look up to you as an energy source and great power,

Dark slate blue wishes to be you for once,

As her dark colour sits in the shadows,

    Cold,

        Lonely,

             Scared,

But soon you will bring light to darkness,

The pain in your sorrow WILL be forgotten,

As you unwrap the gift of light in your heart,

Those who were once cold, dark blues, shall now have glee

Your sad story is still in the depths of your colour,

Your father left as you were a child for another colour,

As the time drifts away, no father, part time mother,

Your mother couldn’t see you suffer,

How royal blue she was,

Her heart couldn’t bear for your childhood to be so,

  So,

           So,

So miserable, so blue,

Amazingly fun, surprisingly happy,

How do you do it?

With the pain you’ve suffered, and the abandoned love,

You’ve managed to pick yourself up when you were put down,

How?

The word races through every colours minds,

Was it red that was by through the toughest times?

Was it orange who gave sunlight to your day?

How,

     How,

            How?

No one will ever know,

Your story, your life, has been a complete mess,

Other colours see cheerfulness and fun, if only they knew,

If only they knew…

A rain drop in the rain,

That’s who you used to be,

Now, you’re a beat in the music,

The one who keeps every blue together,

You may not be as happy and bright as Mr. Yellow,

You are not in the rainbow,

YOU are perfect, Electric Ultramarine,

Just perfect.

sky blue

Sky blue

He is nice to green

and purple

because they are cool.

He likes sports and he’s happy.

and sky blue looks good because

he is the colour of the sky.

sky blue is not mean to purple and green

Sky blue likes the sky and

sky blue smells fresh and new like spring flowers

sunsets

Sunsets

Sunsets with the great orange…

Sunsets that bring the beautiful orange are always a gift to the eye and always nice and bright, you have to be alright to think it’s not bright! And my color is such a nice sunset color and it’s like watching the glare come off the lake in the morning… Night rises my color is no longer needed, YES! My long day is over, until tomorrow…

Sunset 1, sunset 2, sunset 3, and sunset 4, every day the sunset does the same thing and each time it does my color is always there brighting and ending everyone’s and sometimes he makes it even more night! And suddenly its night! So it doesn’t need to be bright, NO! I don’t want it to be night, I want it to be light so I can fill everyone’s face with delight. And every time you look at my color you can just imagine the smell of pumpkin pie cooling on a window ledge. Also my color feels like a bright orange soft towel just getting out of  the dryer,  and still nice and warm

sierra

                                                          Gold!

Gold is

           Really

                    Really

                             Really

                                      Rich.

Her best friend platinum is really

                                                    Really

                                          Really

                                                    Nice.

Gold’s personality is that she is really

                                                          Mean, rich, angry, jealous, and quiet.

Gold is angry as a lion, rich as a little mouse, mean as an old lady, stubborn as a three year old, quiet as a mouse, and worries about her self.

Gold has a smell and she smells like garbage “smelly”, and that’s why some people don’t like her. Money isn’t everything. B

                                                              U

                                                                  T  she also tastes like vegetables “yuck”, Gold feels like she should stop being mean, jealous, angry, stubborn, stealing, and selfish.

GoldHas some experience a couple of years ago she won the lottery and she won 100,000 dollars and that’s how she became rich.

Gold is good at a lot of things like singing and dancing but some people don’t like her.

And some people say that gold is mean, stubborn, selfish, jealous, angry, quiet, steals, has a lot of money, and worries about her self.

And sometimes G

                           O

                               L

                                 D  wishes that she was a different color.    

 

 

  

  

Turquoise

                                             Turquoise

Turquoise, oh the clumsy yet eNeRgEtIc

Colour. Who used to be in,                   

                                                                 But not so much now

 

Turquoise, the sound of waves

and smells like spring.

 

Turquoise as warm as the summer

Sun.

 

                                          Yellow

                                    To

                             Up

                  Looks

Turquoise

 

The closer Turquoise gets to Yellow,

the happier he becomes.

 

Turquoise, the funniest of them all.

Turquoise could make any colour

smile.

 

Turquoise and Blue are best friends.

Turquoise

                 And

                         Green

                                    Don’t

                                             Get

                                                    Along.

 

That nasty Green.

 

Turquoise is great on the field

But  not so much in the kitchen.               

 

 

 

flourescent pink

Fluorescent pink is a bright girl,

Well not that bright.

She is,

Happy,

Nice,     

Energetic,

Girly,

And active.

Her parents are piggy pink and white,

Best friends with hot pink,

Enemies with neon pink.

She sometimes gets annoyed

Because other colours talk or

Stare at her a lot, because

 she is so bright.

She smells like watermelon,

Feels like butterfly silk

Tastes like ice, cold watermelon.

She freezes like she has hyperthermia

Every time she sees salmon, her crush

While he likes neon pink not fluorescent pink

So sad

                                                

                                           Blue

Blue’s personality changes

Day time he’s nice

At night he’s mean

You can hear creepy laughing in the dark

                                                                 Dark

                                                                           House

When it comes to be day time he could be the nicest person in the world

He’s

       Playful,

                    Nice,

                             Fun,

                                    Funny

His friends are red, bronze, light green

Blue’s strengths are sports and his weakness is school

Blue is the color of the sky with no clouds in it

The sky looks like a light blue sky

It feels hot with the sun in the sky,

The sky sounds like nothing it’s as silent as it could be

And

The ocean in the day time blue is a nice light blue

 And then he turns into a dark angry blue at night

                                Sky blue

Sky blue sky blue what a wonderful colour you are. Sky blue is a really.

Playful,

              Playful,

                             Playful,

                                           Playful.

          COLOUR!!!

It is friendly, athletic, and playful sky blue the friends of purple, yellow, green, and orange.

But the enemies of grey, black, and red why?

Because all they want is the darkness of the world!

And why are purple, yellow, green, and orange?

Because they start of the morning and the smell of dew for

 sky bluesky blue.

Peacful red

Oh Red, such a good friend...

Lying on the grass…

The grass smells like it was just freshly cut…

Lost in the night sky, Staring at hundreds of twinkling lights…

When something bright appears…

 

Red stares

                 Far,

                         Far,

                                  Far,

Into the night sky…

A streak of light soars across the sky,

A shooting star!

 

Red’s brother, orange, hollers,

“Dinner time!”

Red slowly gets up… and heads back inside.

Kind, fiery, Red.

bronze

Bronze

           Poor,

                   Poor,

                            Poor,

Bronze, he never wins

Is always

                                                        Last

Hates gold and silver 

                        Show offs…

Fells like losing but happy when he does

Shy because he is afraid to show his face

                                        In front of people

Smells like fear

                                 Looks like rust

                                                                Feels like losing

Sad because he won only one gold, bff`s with brown

Bronze you’re a vary com colour but you try but you never win.

                                 I bet brown feels your pain

         So I am saying to you keep trying to be like gold and win. 

Light Green

Your

        So

            So

                 So

                          sad,

    When you get                                lonely

   Then you get angry…

Other colours see you as a best friend

 when you’re not angry.

you cry, get so sad in a very dark

corner

wherever you are, you say

 hello and you’re kind to others, smile at them.

You’re friends with yellow and red,

 blue, bronze for years.

Light green, light green you smell like sweet grass, you taste like pears,

but you feel like a smooth soft bear.

When you are normal again

sometimes

you get so excited when your

friend yellow makes an experiment with red and blue, with light green too.

dark blue

Blue is the sky and water it gives out water To plants and it has a lot of friends it feels good it sounds Nice and it taste good because when you taste a blueberry and it’s friends with a lot of colours like red blue purple pink it makes animals grow up into a teen

It and it looks like a night sky to shine up with little stars that shine up at night with a little spark so it can and the blue sky the dark sky into the light and it’s good to have blue sky

With us it’s a good colour we have to sparks with light be there forever so we can see little shiny stars for us so we can look up into the sky and we well sit down to look at the stars and the light sky and night sky. 

Green                                         

Ah, green, there you are,                                   

I was hoping I’d catch you,                   

Cause yellow’s not here                                       

                                                                                              

Oh green,                                            

How you shine so bright in the sun,      

 Unlike gray,                                          

Stuck                                                    

          In                                                          

                 His                               

                       Little                          

                             Basement.            

Green,                                                                                                   

Don’t end up like the other dark colours    

You’re perfect;                               

Just the way you are.

                    

Fast you are green,

     You’re

Here

          Then you’re

                             There.

First you smelled like the indoors,

Now you reek of burnt tires.

Oh green,

A true leader you are,

Setting examples for other colours,

In your bright sort of way.

But green?

You feel so cold,

I can tell you’ve been working hard,

This is no surprise.

Well,

I can tell you’re busy,

So I’ll cut to the chase,

I just wanted to say,

Thank you,

Green