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Don’t Stay Up So Late
“Here we come!” the officer said.
“Freeze, M.J.! Thought you could hide, huh?”
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“Yeah! Because you been hit by, you been hit by a smooth criminal. Dun! Dun! Dun! Dun! Dun! Dun! Dun! Dun! Dun! Dun! ” M.J. sang.
“You have the right to remain silent. Anything you say or do will go against you in the court of law. You have the right to get your own attorney. If you don’t, the court will assign you an attorney. Take him, boys,” the chief said. “And good job, Zackery, Secret Agent Foster, and the cashier. You all did awesome,” the chief said.
“I will be back, y’all,” M.J. replied.
“Don’t mind him,” the chief said.
“We know,” all replied.
“You have been hit by a smooth criminal! Yeah!”
by David Wright
many years ago, a baby was born, but this baby was no ordinary baby. A few days after he was born, the baby was measured five feet, eleven inches and weighed one hundred and two pounds. The worst thing about him was that the growing didn’t stop.
The townspeople talked and talked about it but never did anything until the growth spurts started to happen. When he was five, he was measured again. They had to say he was “five hotels stacked up,” because the measuring tape stopped at the end of his big toe. The estimate was very accurate, though. This growing didn’t stop there; it seemed that he grew one hotel each year. When he was six, he was six hotels high, seven years old, seven hotels, eight years, eight hotels, until he was forty-three. The townspeople started to talk more and more about what they should do, but one of the things they hated most about him was his horrible yodeling. Their plan was to banish him to a far-away place. They told him he was banished and he agreed without hesitation.
He moved but that didn’t help them at all, because that big lumberjack was so big and his vocal cords were so loud, they still heard his horrible yodels.
Some of the townspeople formed a secret group called the Yodel Stoppers. They made tons of plans to stop his yodeling. They finally came up with a plan to stop it once and for all. All they needed was a really long rope, and they had one.
They went looking for him, and it took days before they found him.
“Hey, Tiny, can you walk this way for us?” asked the leader.
“SURE!” answered Tiny. Bam-bam-bam! His feet shook the earth with each step.
“Now!” commanded the leader.
“OH, NO! AHHHHH!” shouted Tiny. He fell hard, breaking up the land and spreading it apart. He had made the biggest quake ever. He plunged into the lake, crashing down, making it hundreds of thousands of feet deeper.
As he came up for air, he placed his hand on a piece of land, leaving a handprint. The Yodel Stoppers hit his hand with pick axes, TNT, and more until he fell…
He did—and he never came back up. They celebrated for a while until they felt guilty, and that feeling grew and grew until they actually started to miss him.
To honor him, they named the things he did. The deep lake is an ocean. The broken-up pieces of land are called “continents” and his handprint…Michigan. Also, to this day, people still yodel.
By Henry Booker
it Was a basic summer day and Shawn was swimming, but it was not right. He’d had bad luck all day. The reason he was swimming was because the girl he liked was so hot! She gave him third-degree burns.

He had bad luck because he was so good at everything. His cartwheels blew away the cheer squad. He got straight As; he even finished his classes in a minute and a half. The thing was, he was just too good at everything. People called him Energy.
He wasn’t even that cool. To him, he was just your average teenager: baggy pants, shirt with skulls on it, and thirteen. Since everyone thought he was so good at everything, he got his college degree, and they even let him choose his career without an interview.
He chose to be a background dancer for Usher, because he was so good with his feet. Dance Revolution had to make three games until they could match his curriculum.
One day, the moon said that the people on Earth liked seeing him the most, more than anything else.