The Bear Without Hair by LN

There once was a bear without hair.

He tried and tried, but all he could do was eat meat pies.

One day he met somebody named Pete, who had some hair to spare.

The bear without hair smiled and said; “How kind of you to share!”

The bear without hair now was the bear with lots of hair to spare!

The Winter Legend by LN

It is said that long ago, there was a penguin who granted wishes. The penguin never had a name, just was known as “The Penguin.” Once a year, The Penguin would grant one wish to one person. This year, Izzy the Ice Queen was desperate to be granted a wish. Her wish was to have powers of controlling the brutal ice storm so she could save her ill baby brother from his sickness, which had been caused by the cold. Izzy had already prepared her title, Izzy the Ice Queen, and insisted on being called just that.

“Mama, Papa! I’m going to see The Penguin now!” Izzy told her parents.

“Ok, sweetheart. See you soon!” Her mother replied.

“Good luck!” Her father smiled. Izzy smiled back and walked out of the house. Through the village she went, and down the winding path of ice and snow. She reached The Penguin’s igloo. There was a sign that said: NO ASKING FOR ANYTHING TO DO WITH MAGIC! Izzy sighed. What was she going to do now? Suddenly, she had an idea.

Once she got to the front of the line, Izzy looked The Penguin in the eyes and said

“I wish for a chance to try to earn my wish!” Izzy cried. The Penguin blinked.

“Whatever do you mean, child?”

“I want to have a trial to see if you’ll give me the power to control the weather,” Izzy demanded. “Since it’s not allowed, I figured I’d earn it.”

“Alright, then. Your trial will be one thing, but you won’t know what it is in your life. Some time today your skills will be tested, and it will determine whether you get your magic or not.”

“Okay! Thank you!” Izzy knew she’d be ready.

Izzy got home to hear some awful news.

“Izzy! I’ve got awful news! The weather is now 90 degrees! Your brother is better, but everyone else is suffering from heat stroke!” Izzy’s mother exclaimed.

“Everyone’s mad at you! They think you’re the cause, Izzy!”

“I need to get back to The Penguin!” Izzy cried, worried. The Penguin must have known her real wish was to help her brother get better and made it really hot!

“I’ve come again to tell you that I’ve realized that my wish to help my brother was selfish, because I didn’t care if it hurt anyone else, I just needed to save my brother! I’m sorry. Please undo my wish.” Izzy pleaded.

“You’ve passed the test, child. Your powers are now yours!”

“Thank you! Instead of Izzy the Ice Queen, how about Mother Nature?”

“Good choice,” The Penguin grinned. “And congrats!”

From that day on, Izzy used her powers to keep the weather evenly distributed throughout the year. Izzy never was selfish and never used her powers for her own good. She became a goddess. Some call her a myth, but just remember next time it snows and then it is 60 degrees, that Izzy, better known as Mother Nature, probably had something to do with it.

Stolen Spotlight by LN

Caroline and her best friend, Hannah, walked through the halls of Gilop high school, heading towards their language arts class.

“I hope Mrs. Josie is back,” Hannah sighed. “Mr. Oporu is so annoying! He hates my writing. You know that I want to be an author, and his criticism is not helping my self-confidence.”

“I like him better. Mrs. Josie is so nice that she doesn’t give any feedback, and it drives me nuts!”

“Easy for you to say. You’re his favorite student!” Hannah whispered as they entered the classroom.

“I’m not sure about that…”

“Hey! My favorite student! Hi, Caroline! Oh, and hi, Hannah.”

“See?”

“Hannah, he just didn’t see you,” Caroline smiled. “He greets everyone else that he sees the same way!”

“Caroline, don’t be modest. You know as well as I do that you’re his favorite student.” Hannah told her friend.

“Class, settle down. I have an announcement from Mrs. Josie. Please put your attention on me, because this is very important.” Mr. Oporu demanded. “Your teacher wanted me to tell you that one person in this class will be a published author. I will keep a ranking board over whose story is winning so far. But, your teacher, Mrs. Josie, will judge the final results. Everyone in the school will participate. The chances of you being a published author are very high, now. DON'T screw it up. That’s all. Now, today our class will read Moby Dick…”

“Caroline, this is my chance! I can publish a book!”

“Shh. I’m trying to listen.”

“Caroline, I’m going to publish a book! It’s a big deal. Don’t tell me to shush!”

“Hannah!!! Don’t be such a nuisance!!” Caroline screamed. Hannah pinked. The whole class stared at Hannah.

“Something wrong, Caroline? Come see me after class.”

“Yes, sir.” For the rest of class, Hannah and Caroline shot glares at each other.


After class, Caroline went up to Mr. Oporu and waited.

“Caroline, you are one of the best students I’ve ever had. You are an exceptional writer, especially considering you’re a 15-year-old freshman, so I wanted to tell you that I am a publisher. I’m on the hunt for talented writers. Mrs. Josie hired me so that she could have a break and one of you could get a published book. Well, the competition is a motive. You don’t need a motive. I want to publish your book, Elizabeth and Matt, a Love Tale. Do I have your permission?” Caroline sighed in relief. She had thought she was in trouble. But, even thoughiHannah’s dream was to be a writer, Caroline had also had the same dream.

“I’d love that! Thank you so much!”

“You’re very welcome. It’ll be published by tomorrow!”

“That’s so soon! I can’t wait!”

“Can you get the story from your desk?”

“Of course!” Caroline gushed. She went to her desk and got her story. Mr. Oposu was eating a bag of Cheetos when she got back, and his fingers were covered in cheese dust. Ew!

“Here you go!”

“Thanks again!” Suddenly, A ring tone went off. It was Hannah’s ringtone.

“Hannah?” Caroline asked, confused.

“Sorry! I needed to know if you were in trouble, and-”

“Hold on, Hannah.”

“No, go ahead! I’m all done.”

“Thanks, Mr. Oposu!”


When the two girls reached the Cafeteria for lunch, the girls had their conversation.

“You’re publishing a book? That’s my dream!”

“Sorry! But I'm allowed to publish a book, too. You're not the only one. Also, you were spying on me. Why?” Caroline and Hannah continued arguing, until they decided to both forgive each other.


The next day, Caroline bounced through the halls. Everyone was reading her book! It wasn’t until she opened her locker that she saw it. Her story had kindly been returned by Mr. Oposu, but the author's copy of the book had the name Hannah Smith on the cover.

“HANNAH SMITH, YOU DID NOT!”


Hannah walked with Caroline to the cafeteria.

“Hannah, why did you publish my book?”

“What?”

“Look at this! Don’t act stupid. There’s proof right here!” Hannah grabbed the book and gasped.

“Caroline, I was jealous, but I would never do something like that. Especially not to you!” Caroline sighed, snatched the book, and stomped away.


Caroline got home and sighed. She took out the printed paper copy of her story. Then she noticed something. There was Cheeto dust on the paper. Caroline gasped.

“Oh no! It was Mr. Oposu! I can’t believe I wasn’t more suspicious. He appeared out of nowhere, and suddenly I’m published! I have to call Hannah!” Caroline realized. Hannah answered.

“Hello?”

“Hannah! I’m so sorry. I need to tell you something…” Caroline told her the whole story.

“Well, the copy I bought says his name on it. He must have tricked you into thinking it was me so he could have the credit!”

“The nerve!”

“But we have no proof!”

“Yeah we do. The whole story is proof! So are the two different copies of the book, and my printed paper copy with the Cheeto dust.”

“Yeah! Let’s do this!” Hannah cried enthusiastically.

The two girls emailed the police. Mr. Oposu was arrested and the book was published as a book by Caroline Green. Summer had arrived, and Caroline and Hannah were walking in the park.

“I’m sorry I was so rude to you. I should have trusted you. You’re my best friend!” Caroline apologized.

“It’s okay. I’m sorry I was so jealous. I should have been happy for you.”

“It’s fine, Hannah.” Caroline beamed. They hugged each other.

“I have an idea!” Hannah exclaimed. “We should write a book together!” And that’s exactly what they did. They called it Stolen Spotlight. It was a story about them, and that’s the way it needed to be. After all, friendship is the most powerful thing in the world. And with it on your side, you can accomplish anything.

Road Construction by LN

Road construction is very annoying. The road has to be under construction for so long. Like, hurry it up, people! It doesn’t take 6 months to fix a road! Another thing: Pick ONE road, FINISH the project, THEN pick another road! Someone has to get it right once in a while. It’s not rocket science, only road science. It’s not even science! It's a simple thought. Thinking that some people need to use the roads would be courteous. Instead, they leave the closed signs up just to be mean. NOT COOL! Well, if I’m being honest, it’s not just road construction. I see outside my house, (since there is construction by my house,) that one person does all the work, and the others are just on their phones. They get paid to be on their screens! How is that fair? My parents go to work and would get fired if they got caught doing that. All of this “Oh, we’re special and perfect and we can get away with it” is just crap! It’s so annoying, and it HAS to stop! Also, by my house, there are about 5 roads under construction that have been under construction for 2 months so far, and not much is even done. There’s a car wash and dog groomers that’s been under construction for the same amount of time and it’s already done. It’s unbelievable. I hope it gets fixed soon, or my parents and I will probably complain to the company! This had better get fixed, or I’m going to go MAD. I’ll end up in a mental hospital because of road construction! File in the troops… It’s time to take charge! World War 3 will now begin! Justice will be served.

Society Will Soon be Destroyed by Makeup! by LN

In the last week, thousands of girls stole money from their parents to get money to buy makeup. Parents are concerned about why their daughters are so into makeup. Most think that it’s because all of their role models are wearing a lot more makeup than you should wear. The Supreme Court is thinking about banning makeup overall for everyone's safety. They don’t want the government destroyed! That would mean no more makeup for ANYONE. Selling makeup would become illegal, with the same consequences as owning dangerous drugs. What they didn’t think about is that all the citizens would be very mad if they heard this news.

The little girls and adults heard this and are going mad, stocking up on makeup. Soon they’ll be broke, and society could get destroyed.

Interview by LN

Q. Who is your role model and why?

A. My mom because she had a really good job and quit to be an artist, and now she’s in the top 100 female artists in the world.

Q. What is your dream life?

A. A normal life, comfortable, the same, just with a phone.

Q. What is the worst nightmare you’ve ever had?

A. I had a wooden kitchen, and my mom had a creepy alarm, and I was playing in the kitchen and the alarm went off and I fell on prickles, then “woke up” 7 times before I actually woke up. I was 3 years old.

Q. What is your favorite food and why?

A. A lot of different foods, so I can’t choose just one.

Q. What is the best thing that’s ever happened to you?

A. A lot of good and bad things have happened to me.

Q. What is your favorite genre of books?

A. Fiction and romance. I think that they are both interesting and fun to read.

Q. Who is your best friend, and how did you meet them?

A. Sara, at a playground. Sara asked me to play and I said yes, and we became best friends. My other best friend, Aradhya, and I met in fifth grade and we became best friends.

Q. When was the last time you went out of the country, if ever?

A. This spring break, I went to Jamaica, and we go to India every other year.

Q.How do you feel about writing poetry?

A. I REALLY like it. I feel like it comes naturally to me, and I'm really bad at nonfiction.

Q. What is your favorite hobby and why?

A. Cooking because I was taught when I was little by my mom, and art, because I really like it.

Oreo and Milk by LN

OREO: I don’t know why they call me “Milk's favorite cookie.” Honestly, I’m not even your 50th favorite cookie.
MILK: Well, you dip your chocolate crumbles into my perfect velvety milk, and ruin it! You make me dirty and gross!
OREO: You’re already dirty and gross…
MILK: What did you just say?!
OREO: Nothing. Just… Cannonball!
MILK: Ah! Ah! Oreo, you’ve done it again! You’ve ruined my beautiful pureness.
OREO: Aha! I know your secret! You’re not real milk!
MILK: Y-yes I am. W-whatever are you talking about?
OREO: You’re almond milk!
MILK: And you’re a double stuf oreo!
OREO: You’re a liar!
MILK: We’re both imposters! We have that in common!
OREO: Maybe I could be almond milk’s favorite cookie?
MILK: I’d like that.

THE END