my acting class and wanted to continue acting but also wanted to teach. I was nervous to start and didn’t want to say goodbye to the kids that practically felt like mine. It was a crazy thought to turn an idea into reality, but in truth, it only made saying goodbye harder. Of course I wasn’t under the impression you cared, and honestly, I doubt until middle school you noticed. Even then, it was just a fun coincidence.” “OK, so that answers one of our questions. We honestly thought it would be cooler if we were part of a government experiment to overthrow the world.” “Viv,” Zola said with an annoyed look and warning note in her tone. Viv went quiet quick. “One more question,” Pat said, “and then you can continue with your Friday. Did you do this with any other students?” His answer was surprising. “Yes. In fact, all my groups went until middle school. I love it. Even though it’s hard to say goodbye, you were my first, and I hoped not the last. I got lucky. I didn’t have to keep switching identities. That was fun but exhausting.” They all stared at him. Finally, Curt got up. “Thanks for talking. It answered a lot of my questions, and honestly, the ones I didn’t ask I think will be more fun to keep a mystery.” He smiled. Then the rest of the friends got up, said their various goodbyes, and left. The metal door shut quietly behind them. Jake could have swore he heard Mister Winner’s soft, familiar laugh through the metal door. What he was laughing about, Jake didn’t know. They smiled, shrugged, and started toward the car. Chapter 7: The Kids The epic battle of the mysterious ‘would you rather’ between Alea and Jake never happened. Before they knew it, school snuck up on them, leaving them with a bit of whiplash. The kids walked to school together, laughing about which teacher they got. Between Alea and Adin, Coco smiled. “I guess we’re going to have to finish this next summer.” Willow laughed, “Definitely! Also don’t think I will forget that you didn’t go.” “We’ll see. They turned around the corner of the block, already making plans for the next ‘would you rather’ contest.
Hillary Hiraga, Age 11 Hillary, age 11, lives in Ann Arbor, Michigan. She likes to write because it helps pass time. In addition to writing, she enjoys ice skating and gardening. Nobody else inspires Hillary’s writing. She would like to live in a world where nobody argues over useless things.
How to Catch a Red Dragon Coco walked past a crate filled with crabs. She was looking around a bit while her parents were buying some trout. CRASH! She jumped. Had a cart ran into something? Then, she turned around, just in time to see a dragon crash into a second tower of crates filled with fish. After bringing down a few more, it looked satisfied, and landed on the pile of fish and empty crates, and started sucking them up like a vacuum cleaner. It looked like a small dog, except with red and gold scales, and fur in a mane around its neck. There were also two sharp antlers, like deer’s, sprouting from its head. A very startled fisherman was yelling at it, trying to scare it away. The dragon paid no attention. In under ten seconds, all the fish were gone. Then, it flew away to find more fish to eat. Coco ran after it. After all, she couldn’t let it cause more trouble. “Hey!” she yelled, to get its attention. It turned and looked at her, and then kept going. Apparently, it thought she was boring. She looked around for
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