Harbor Lights 2019-20

HARBOR LIGHTS

A CELEBRATION of THE LITERARY

2019 - 2020

& VISUAL ARTS of HARBOR DAY SCHOOL

OUR MISSION Harbor Day School provides an academically challenging, well-balanced education in a nurturing, family-centered environment. Our traditional, yet innovative, curriculum develops eager, confident learners who think creatively and work collaboratively. Developing self-reliance, building strong moral character, and encouraging social responsibility are hallmarks of a Harbor Day education.

HEAD OF SCHOOL Angi Evans ‘75

DIRECTOR OF COMMUNICATIONS Noelle Becker

EDITOR Amy Meyer

ASSOCIATE EDITORS Chatom Arkin Noelle Becker Susan Johnson Justin Kerr Heather Schmid

ART DIRECTORS Stacey Hammond Leslie Yagar

PHOTOGRAPHY Sargeant Creative

DESIGN primate design

ON THE COVER Mirrored Portraits | Kindergarten

H A R B O R

L I G H T S

Y A C E L E B R A T I O N of

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V I S U A L

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K I N D E R G A R T E N

MY SISTER TAMSIN Asha Sharma Tamsin Is my sister.

Tamsin Makes me happy.

Tamsin Leaves a smile On my face.

Tamsin Picks me up from school.

Tamsin Is the best sister On Earth.

Tamsin.

Asha Sharma

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K I N D E R G A R T E N

L O L L I P O P S Harper Lee Lollipop, Can I eat you?

You are bubble gum, Purple and round, Round like my bouncy ball.

I am going to Eat you.

Yum, yum, yum In my tummy.

Delicious.

Harper Lee

V O L C A N O

T H E

B A S E B A L L

B L A K E

Eddie Chapman

Connor Slavik

Beau Peterson

Volcano, volcano

Hit me, hit me

Blake, Blake

Erupting

Okay

Yellow hair

Black and orange

Whoosh!

Like cheese,

Like an upside-down

Nice try

Sky blue eyes,

Ice cream cone

Strike one

Tall as a ladder.

Lava

Hit me

You know

Black as coal

Okay

Addition and subtraction

Hot as the sun

Whoosh!

Multiplication and division

Building the island

Nice try

And

In Hawaii

Strike two

Fractions.

Gray clouds

Hit me

You play with me.

In the sky

Okay

Happy.

Volcano, volcano

Boom!

You did it Yay!

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K I N D E R G A R T E N

P R E T T Y

L I G H T S

Cammie Suplizio Lights, lights As pretty as can be Blinking on and off Super pretty

Cammie Suplizio

Blink!

Different colors Blink!

Lights, lights As pretty as can be Blinking on and off Super pretty Blink!

Cool!

H A P P Y London Best M O M What makes me

Anna Harrison

Happy Is me alone In my Zen garden As still as A statue What makes me Happy Is riding waves Making friends Thinking about Places That I want to go Being in my treehouse Thinking about Things to do

Mom, Mom your hair is like a golden harp.

Mom, Mom your eyes are like a shiny jewel.

Mom, Mom you are pretty like a princess.

Mom, Mom your face is like an angel.

Mom, Mom.

Happy

Anna Harrison

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K I N D E R G A R T E N

Audrey Lal T H E

S C A R I E S T

Audrey Lal

Audrey Lal

Boo! People tiptoeing softly Spooky stuff!

Everyone in scary costumes Everyone creeping All around Boo! Everyone Scared!

London Best

Anna Harrison

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K I N D E R G A R T E N

T I G E R Ben McCormick Don’t get too close, Or I will start biting.

I am a tiger.

I am fierce.

Orange and black, Striped.

Ben McCormick

I am fast, Fast as a jet.

Don’t get too close.

I have good senses.

Sharp teeth.

Meat eater.

T O O T H Charlie Suplizio

Ludwig Eckermann

Dempsey Olsen

I am a tooth.

I am so wiggly.

Slippery!

Why is no one Wiggling me?

Pull, pull.

Ouch!

I am out.

I am hurt.

Waa, waa!

Time to go to sleep.

I am gone.

Where am I?

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K I N D E R G A R T E N

S O L G A L E O Ludwig Eckermann

D A D Dempsey Olsen

I am Solgaleo.

B U N N Y Avery Workman

Be careful,

Do you want to learn about

I can bite you.

My dad?

I can go roar

Everybody

Like a lion.

Says

I have the power

That we look

Of the sun.

The same.

I am a

And we do look the same.

Legendary

Same eyes,

Pokemon.

Same smile.

He makes me Happy.

I love him.

Bunny, bunny White as snow.

Bunny, bunny Soft as a dog.

Bunny, bunny Hops like a frog.

Bunny, bunny Runs fast as a cheetah.

Bunny, bunny Comes every night To eat our grass.

I look out my window.

Happy.

M Y S N O W F L A K E Paige Hanke

Crunch A snowflake tastes like sugar It sparkles In the sky Crunch It is like a star Crunch, crunch Drip Icicles growing Crunch Snow melts Crunch No more snow Spring is here!

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Charlotte Peykoff S O P H I E Leeya Mir Sophie, You make me

Leeya Mir

Smile.

Your smile is as bright as the sun.

Perfect brown hair.

Play with me.

You are so tall, but I’m not so tall.

I love you However you are.

Sophie.

Cassin Tippett

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K I N D E R G A R T E N

S U N Ava Berengian Sun Sun So bright Like a flashlight

Cooper Stern

So beautiful When birds fly by Sun You are like a star

So beautiful When birds fly by Sun You are like a star

W E S L E Y Cassin Tippett

Wesley, Wesley,

M Y B I R T H D AY Coco Geiler Allen

I see you.

You jump Like a pogo stick.

Wesley, Wesley, You are cute.

Your hair sticks up Like a fuzzball.

Wesley, Wesley, I love you.

You give me hugs Like a cuddly bunny.

It’s my birthday Cake, check Friends, check Streamers, check Ding, dong!

They are here Smiles on faces 10:15 Time for piñata Boom!

My candy I get the most

Wesley, Wesley.

Coco Geiler Allen

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K I N D E R G A R T E N

M O M

A N D

G O L D E N

D A D

R E T R I E V E R

Max Hoover

Reid Manfred

Hi, I am a Golden Retriever.

My mom

I am a happy dog.

Puts braces on teeth.

Smile.

What are you?

A human.

My dad

Makes them straight.

Helps people.

I am Max.

Oh, hi Max!

My mom

I am Mikey.

Snuggles with me.

I like to play in the mud.

Oh, hi Mikey!

My dad Plays basketball

With me.

I do not have a dog.

Mom and Dad.

Happy.

Oh, What’s a fish?

H A P P Y

I have a fish.

You know,

Those things in the ocean.

Yes, that’s it.

FA C E

Can I see them?

Noora Dinan

Yes! Happy face, Smile like you do.

Why are you sad?

Tears and a frown.

You are always happy.

I just do not know How you got sad.

How can I make you Happy again?

Reid Manfred

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Bella Peterson

K I N D E R G A R T E N

M A G G I E

R A I N B O W

Caroline Kirkowski

Bella Peterson

Red hair

Rainbow

Like me.

You are like a piece of gold

She shines

Rainbow

Like a jewel.

You look like the sun

She is tall, very tall.

Rainbow

Her teeth shine.

You look like glitter

Smile!

Rainbow

She is special

You are like the

To me.

Stars!

Loving to me.

Gives me toys And hugs.

Bella Peterson

S O C C E R Luke Robinson

M O T O R C Y C L E V R O O M Cooper Stern

Kick, score, slide.

Gulp, gulp,

Motorcycle, motorcycle

Whistle.

Vroom!

Kick out, bump.

Going to do a flip

Run, run, run.

Fast like a cheetah

Go get ‘em!

Vroom!

Score,

Reminds me of a bike

Kick, slide.

Motorcycle

Water break, gulp.

Goes

Run, run, run.

Fast!

Now it’s the end Of the game.

I won.

Good game.

Max Hoover

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K I N D E R G A R T E N

L O S T

A N D

F O U N D

Jacob Stoecker

Wah, wah I lost my jacket today I’m sad, like a pipe dripping water Wah, wah So I look And look And look All day long

Arya Prasad Murphy

Like a detective looking for gold Eventually

J U M P,

I will find it

J U M P

I checked the lost and found

Emily Lopez

Yay!!

Drop, drop

I found my gold

Drip, drip

I told my mom my jacket was lost…

Jump, jump

And then found

Splash, splash

Yay!

Kids are jumping In the puddles

M A D Aiden Zhou

Mad Like a volcano Erupting Boom, crash Stomping Thump, thump Roaring Out hot lava Roar

Luke Robinson

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H O L I D AY S Sage Ward

Christmas is amazing I am excited for Christmas It is my birthday

Dempsey Olsen

Santa comes If you are on the naughty list You will get coal GRRR! Coal is not fun

C H R I S T M A S

Yay!

Kaley Tiwari

I got presents for Christmas

Oh, Christmas tree

Happy holidays

With the lights

T R E E

You shine bright Like a sparkly, rocky tree I want it The Christmas tree S N O W M A N Arya Prasad Murphy

Snowman, You are cold.

You have raisin eyes And a black licorice mouth.

With the lights You shine bright Like a sparkly, rocky tree

Smile.

You are missing Something.

A carrot!

I will find A purple carrot For you.

Snowman, You are finished.

Aiden Zhou

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K I N D E R G A R T E N

C A T S Ripley Ledger

White as the clouds, Black as the night.

Furry like a blanket.

Meow, meow, meow.

Zoom after toys.

Climb up my ladder.

Sleep on my bed.

Purr, purr, purr.

Curl up on my lap.

Meow, purr.

Ripley Ledger

B A S K E T B A L L

T H E

F I G H T E R

J E T S

T H E

Will Gooding

Calvin Thomson

Nathan Ronaghi

The clock starts.

Fighter jet

Whoosh!

Jump ball.

Loud like a

The car is fast

I start dribbling.

Rocket

Weee!

Boom! Boom!

Super fast

It goes fast

Someone passes.

Like a motorcycle

I like fast cars

Run to an open spot.

In the cockpit

Like Lamborghinis

Catch the ball.

It is quiet

Vroom!

Shoot!

Bam!

They are cool

Swish! I made it.

When the fighter jet launches missiles

Fun to ride

Super fighter jet

I am scared

Yay!

It is going faster and faster Crash!

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FA S T

C A R

K I N D E R G A R T E N

M Y

M O M

Julian Neal

My mom Chocolate brown hair My mom Brown, happy eyes My mom Reads books with me My mom Plays games with me My mom Helps me I love

Julian Neal

My mom

T H E

S N E E Z Y

N O S E

Leila Batniji

My mom takes care of me Ha-choo, ha-choo She gives me a tissue She puts me to bed I get out of bed Ha-choo, ha-choo She gives me a tissue She puts me to bed The next day I am better

Leila Batniji

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H A L L O W E E N Tristan Schumacher Oh, Halloween Oh, Halloween What a scary night Walking Down the street Saying “Trick or treat” Boo Ahhh Getting lots of candy Waahoo I eat all of the candy

Sage Ward

M A D James McDonald

I am very mad!

When my brother Tries to take my toys away Roaring Stomping I am very mad!

When my mom Doesn’t let me do things that I want to Roaring Stomping

Tristan Schumacher

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K I N D E R G A R T E N

A N N O Y E D

B A S K E T B A L L

G O

AWAY

S H A R K S

Ryder Workman

Ben Whitten

Xander Rehm

Headache

Dribble, dribble

Swoooosh

Ow!

Throw

Fins moving

Sister bossing me around

I want

People screaming

I am

To make a three pointer

Sharks chomping

Annoyed!

Dribble, dribble

Ahhhh!

I don’t feel good

I really want

Chomp, chomp, chomp

Ow!

To make a three pointer

Oh no!

I am

Swish

Sharks

Annoyed!

Yay!

Go away

I made a three pointer

Sharks

Dribble, dribble

SPLASH!

Yay! We won 109 to 106 VA L E N T I N E ’ S

D AY

Charlotte Peykoff

Swoooosh Fins moving People screaming Sharks chomping Ahhhh!

Valentine’s Day Has lots and lots of chocolate Yum, yum It is so much fun Yay Time to open cards I love this card Thank you I feel so loved You get so much love I love Valentine’s Day Quiet Sneak a piece of chocolate Yum, yum

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Hendrik van Akkeren

G R A D E

F I R S T

A L L

A B O U T

A M E R I C A N

G R A D E

F O O D

Malik Yasin What type of food is good for you? What kind of food do adults eat every day? Healthy food! Healthy foods are strawberries, broccoli, apples, blueberries, bananas, and watermelon.

What type of food is not healthy, but yummy? What do a lot of kids want to eat every day? Junk food! Junk foods are ice cream, chocolate, pizza, cake, and burgers.

What kind of food is very fancy? Men and women go out on dates that cost a lot of money to eat this food. It is fancy food! Sushi, crunchy rolls, salads, and pineapple are all fancy foods.

What is healthy and has vitamins in it that kids eat almost every day? Fruit! Some fruits are apples, strawberries, blueberries, watermelons, and tomatoes.

What food that kids do not like is mostly green?

Vegetables! Vegetables are healthy, and some vegetables are broccoli, carrots, and onions.

I F Y O U TA K E A M O U S E T O T H E M O V I E S

T H E

S P I D E R

Rishi Arora

Aldon Parkin

If You Take a Mouse to the Movies is a great book choice for the holidays. If you are interested in the “If You Give a Mouse...” series, go to the library and get it.

I recommend it and give it five stars! If you like crafts, this book is great. Antonio says, “The series is great!”

Remember, the title is If you Take a Mouse to the Movies. I hope you like it!

The Spider is a book about this spider who is really funny.

The book teaches you all about spiders. If you don’t like spiders the author has other books, like The Fly, The Worm, The Rat, The Slug, Head Lice, and The Toad. This book was made in 2015, when I was two years old. It is better than any book ever made, as well as those in the future! Buy it now! Even the pigeon would read it. Buy it this second!

Savannah Turner

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G R A D E

E A T I N G

R A S P B E R R I E S

Charlotte Irwin

I do not like raspberries They’re red and gooey I had a dream about raspberries They were chasing me and eating me That was a nightmare They’re soggy Yuck!

Beckham Butcher

Liam Rehm

Savannah Turner

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F I R S T

G R A D E

M Y S T I N K Y S O C K S Luke Huey

I love my stinky socks They’re as stinky as a skunk I really don’t know why They are so stinky but I like them

Cece Arkin-Horowitz

A L L

A B O U T

B O A T S

Tanner Thomas

What floats on the water? What zooms on the water? It is a boat! Boats can take people places.

Where do you go on a boat? You can go anywhere on a boat, except during hurricanes.

On boats, everyone needs safety. Safety is important. Everyone needs life jackets.

What else can you do on a boat? Activities, water skiing, and fishing.

What food can you eat on a boat? You can eat fruit and pizza.

Did you know a sailboat has an engine? If a sailboat stays on the dock for a long time, the engine gets rusty.

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A L L

G R A D E

A B O U T

S C H O O L

Natalie Tao Where do you go five days a week to learn? Where do you see your friends? What place is it? You go to school!

There might be art at school. During art, you might have two teachers or one. In art, you might use crayons, markers, paint, Sharpies, pencils, colored pencils, or pastels. During art time, you can draw and write your name. The first thing you might do is plan out what you are going to draw and what colors you want to use in your picture. There are so many materials you might use.

Something else you might do at school is P.E. During P.E., you can run. You might play with a ball or play games! There will be a coach. P.E. is like playing on a playground. You will skip, run, hop, gallop, bear crawl, and crab walk. You might play sports. You might have breaks and drink some water.

Do you want to know another thing you can do at school?

You might have music! During music, you can sing and play an instrument. You might play the piano, the trumpet, and so many more instruments. Do you like to play instruments?

Do you know what else you can learn at school? Science! Science can be fun. The teacher will teach you a lot! You can be smart by doing science. Here are some things you might learn about: fossils, dinosaurs, other people, and so many other things!

You can be smart by doing some things in math. When you’re in the lower grades, you will learn easy math. You might do addition and subtraction. In Upper School, you will do harder math than the lower grades.

Some schools wear special clothes called uniforms. Uniforms might not be very colorful. At other schools, you might wear regular, comfortable clothes that can be colorful. You might like to wear regular clothes.

Do you like to eat? Something you might eat at school is a snack.

Your school will probably ask you to bring your own snack. During snack time, you take a break and you eat. Later, you might eat lunch. At some schools, there is hot lunch. Hot lunch does not have to be hot. At some schools, you can choose what to eat, but sometimes there might be a lot of choices. Hot lunch can help you because you don’t have to carry your lunch in your backpack.

There are so many grades. When you are in a small grade, you will learn easy stuff. When you’re in the higher grades, you will learn harder stuff. You will be in the lower grades first, so it will not be too hard.

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F I R S T

G R A D E

Kara Chen

Antonio Yim

H A I L E Y Kara Chen Hailey is as fast as a turtle and a sloth Her eyes are as tired as a koala She has fur just like a fluffy blanket

Troy Chan

She is as sweet like a little puppy

She is as quiet as no other puppy

She is so special and the best puppy

Rishi Arora

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F I R S T

G R A D E

Taylor Lendino

Kamal Batniji

S N A K E S ’

FA N G S

Troy Chan

Snakes’ fangs are as sharp as an eagle’s eye An eagle’s eye is as sharp as a sharp pencil A sharp pencil is as sharp as a yellow crayon

Troy Chan

Yellow as the sun Hot as the color red Red as anger Angry as tornadoes sucking everything up like a black hole

Like a mole digging for similes like ME!

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As black as the night sky, twinkling as bright as the stars Like a mole digging for similes like ME!

F I R S T

G R A D E

Presley Pierce Beckham Butcher

Kara Chen Tinsley Hill

Brixton Smith Pierce Moatazedi

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G R A D E

S E C O N D

G R A D E

Dear Reader, Do you want to read a book that will glue your eyes to it? Then check out Magic Tree House: Dragon of the Red Dawn! It is very entertaining. One reason is that Jack and Annie get to experience living in a bamboo house with a famous poet. In addition, they see a beautiful garden with a shimmering waterfall! They also get sent up to Mount Fuji and save Tokyo from flames! Find out how when you read Magic Tree House: Dragon of the Red Dawn.

Sincerely, Pierce Kleiman

Pierce Kleiman

Hey you over there!

I’m here to introduce you to the “Land of Stories” series! This series is full of adventure. For example, in the first book, they try to find the Wishing Spell, and in the sixth book, they try to find the Fairy Godmother before she takes over the world because the witches were controlling her. This series is also action-packed because a dragon and his trainer try to take over the world in the third book. Additionally, in the second book, the Enchantress kidnaps all the royal families!

Don’t walk, run, or drive, but jetpack to the bookstore and have the “Land of Stories” for life!

Sincerely, Abby Robinson

Abby Robinson

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G R A D E

JP Kirkowski

Arshan Mahmoudoff

The best place in the world is the beach because the cool seawater touches my feet. The soft sand wraps my toes in luxury. My homemade cardboard box kite flies above my head like a dragon in the sky. I love the beach.

William Michalovsky

Sierra Taketa

The best smell is in my backyard. The fruits on the trees are so juicy! The beautiful birds fly above me. The food is so delicious! My family and I love to relax on the comfortable couches out there. We also like to play in grass as green as a grasshopper. The pool sparkles like crystals in the sun. The brown squirrels with puffy tails climb up the trees. The flowers are so unique!

That’s what I love about my backyard.

Marcus Blumetti

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G R A D E

I love going down to the woods. Birds whistle softly so I can hear their sweet sounds. The water is as clear as crystal clear glass. I hear frogs and toads croaking out a funny song.

The salty air mixes with the cold breeze of the wind. The stepping stones leap into the river, and they fade out into the distance. My feet sink into the warm leafy ground. Do you like the woods as much as I do?

Ella Danaher

Emma Evans

In December, my family celebrates Christmas and Yalda. My dad comes from Iran, so we celebrate Yalda, the celebration of the longest night of the year and the start of winter. We also eat foods like nuts, fruit, and watermelon. We stay up all night and eat to celebrate. We also celebrate Christmas culturally. I like to give away toys and clothes to people who have less than I do and make room for presents that I get. We also decorate the house and tree.

December is a cold and fun month!

I love all the sweet smells in my grandma’s garden. I love all the birds, how they sing and chirp all day long. The beautiful flowers and fruits and vegetables grow, just like people of all sizes. You wouldn’t believe that there are so many bugs! There are slimy, wiggly, worms and the roly-polies by the strawberries. That’s their home. I love my grandma’s garden.

Reese Paolone

Bentley Bakhtiari

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G R A D E

In Brazil, the weather is humid, and it sometimes rains in December.

After we go swimming, we get Christmas cookies that my grandma makes.

Lucas Jones

Anya Khan

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S E C O N D

My family celebrates Christmas in December. We go to Brazil, to my grandma’s house. I play soccer with my cousins, and we go swimming in the pool. In Brazil, the weather is humid, and it sometimes rains in December.

After we go swimming, we get Christmas cookies that my grandma makes. She makes chocolate chip, my favorite!

After that, we go to the television room and watch The Grinch.

Then we have a very nice dinner.

My favorite Brazilian dinner is chicken, rice, and beans.

After that, we go to bed in her guest room. When I wake up, I immediately open presents! I love Christmas in Brazil!

G R A D E

Beckham Burke

Lucas Jones

Kaia Talleur

Marcus Blumetti

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My grandmother gives me money in red envelopes for the Chinese New Year, which is in January. I love my different traditions!

Caroline Gross

Danny Tiwari

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Ayla Mohtashami

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S E C O N D

G R A D E

In December, my family celebrates Christmas. We eat ice cream cake and sugar cookies. My favorite holiday song is “Jingle Bells.” My favorite holiday traditions in my household are opening presents on Christmas Day, and also getting money on New Year’s Day. My mom is from Japan, and in Japan, kids get money from their parents.

My grandmother gives me money in red envelopes for the Chinese New Year, which is in January. I love my different traditions!

Adler Tsai

Adler Tsai

Emma Evans

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I like seeing the seals that look like big blobs of boysenberry jelly as they lie on the docks.

Kaia Talleur

Beckham Burke

A place I love is the bay because I love how the fish jump and splash in the water. I love going on the boat. I like seeing the seals that look like big blobs of boysenberry jelly as they lie on the docks. The huge pelicans flip the fish into their mouths like crackers.

That is funny. I love the bay!

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Cade Eckenweiler

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Hudson Williams

Emma Evans

Ella Danaher Sophia O’Neil

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Look out! Pfff! The snowball fight begins. I see big sparkly snowballs flying everywhere. I make a ball, as fast as lightning. Whack! Ouch! It hits Hudson.

I taste my wet scarf in my mouth as the war gets extreme. We fire all of our snowballs. We have one more person to hit, and one snowball left. We think, “How do we hit him?” I think we should creep up, like ninjas attacking and ambushing. We secretly sneak out and get really close. When Hudson is ready to fire… we jump up and fire. We win!

Keagan Peters

M Y L I F E I N A S N O W G L O B E Dylan Young

If I lived in a snow globe, I would build an igloo every day! It would be so cool!

I would feel the wind blowing in my face and see the snow falling. I would feel the crunchy snow, just like popcorn. I would stay outside until I was cold as a popsicle.

I might smell pine trees and taste ice on my tongue. After I finished building my igloo, I would shout, “Yay, I finished!” At night, I would hope that the igloo would not fall down. The next morning, I would run to my window and check if it did fall.

If it did, I would build it again.

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Knox Yoon

Leela Tripathi

I am a funny guy who likes cupcakes

I am a smart girl who likes soccer

I wonder if 2020 will be better than today

I wonder how big the universe is

I hear a faint noise outside

I hear my sister laughing

I see a river of nature among us

I see magic in the air

I want to double resources for everyone

I want everybody to be happy

I am a funny guy who likes cupcakes

I am a smart girl who likes soccer

I pretend my dog flies

I pretend to have a dog

I feel leaves brushing on my skin

I feel magic is in the air

I touch a giant tree

I touch my hamster’s back

I worry people will bomb property

I worry that animals will become extinct

I cry when I see animal control

I cry when animals get hurt

I am a funny guy who likes cupcakes

I am a smart girl who likes soccer

I understand the stress of something hard

I understand that people can’t live forever

I say everything is possible

I say that magic is real

I dream to have infinite life

I dream that everyone will live forever

I try to work hard

I try to be brave

I hope to let dogs be free

I hope everybody will be happy

I am a funny guy who likes cupcakes

I am a smart girl who likes soccer

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Callie Arkin-Horowitz

I am an artist who was born on Mother’s Day I wonder what it feels like to be an adult I hear a lot of noise in my house I see friends, happy at recess I want a pet snake and pet fish I am an artist who was born on Mother’s Day I pretend to fly on the swings I feel like my life is a wonderland I touch the books I like to read I worry about breaking another bone I cry in at a sad movie, or when I get hurt I am an artist who was born on Mother’s Day

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Chloe Neal

“Wait for me!” I shouted as I ran into the water park. I looked around, left to right, and then I saw it: a really big, tall water slide! It seemed to have one hundred steps to the tippy top. Meanwhile, my uncle said he was going to take my brother and my cousin to the other side of the park.

“Let’s go!” Julian, my brother, screamed.

My uncle asked what my sister, Sienna, and I wanted to do. We decided we were going to go on the big water slide. Sienna and I walked to the slide. There was a very long line. The line went from the bottom of the slide, all the way to the top of it. The wait felt like forever. Eventually, I was first in line. I was so scared that I was shivering.

Soon, the green light came on. That meant it was time to go! The water pushed me down the slide. I was shaking like I was in the middle of an earthquake, and I was and freezing colder than an iceberg. The force of the water pushed me right to left, then in a big spiral to the bottom. I slid into the water. Splash! I popped out of the water and thought to myself, I did it! I want to do that again!

The force of the water pushed me right to left, then in a big spiral to the bottom.

I slid into the water. Splash!

Justin Lu

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Lily Browne

I burst out of the bed and breakfast quickly. I was filled with excitement and glee! My cousins were coming over, and they were bringing a special locket. The locket belonged to Lillie, my great-greatgrandpa’s sister. My great-great-grandpa sent it to her when he was fighting against the Japanese in Hawaii. Lillie wore it until she passed away, and my cousins had it since then.

S PA I N

I was going to get the locket as my own!

I felt like a little kid getting a puppy for Christmas. It was very old and precious.

Soon, my cousin Jo Ann arrived.

If we opened a window, a cool breeze would flow through the hotel room. It was a beautiful sight out the window. Houses, apartments, buildings­— there is shelter everywhere! There was a big lake with a little arch on top. There was another window that I could barely see out of, but I saw a bunch of other buildings that were still part of the hotel.

I asked Jo Ann many questions.

“Where is Dianne?”

“What does Dianne’s car look like?”

“What color is her hair?” It was like I was a robot and I could only ask questions about Dianne.

Jo Ann said, “She has a gold SUV and blonde hair.”

I suddenly saw a car pull up. It was a gold SUV, but I still had to see her face. Then I saw a little lady with blonde hair. I said excitedly, “That’s Dianne!” She walked over with a big smile on her face. Jo Ann slowly brought out this shiny gold box.

I kept thinking, Oh my gosh, oh my gosh!

Jo Ann gently pulled out the prettiest thing ever. It was a glowing gold circle. I opened it very slowly. Inside, there was a picture of my great-great-grandpa climbing a coconut tree!

I said, “Thank you! I love it!”

Jo Ann and Dianne said, “You’re welcome!”

My mom finally said, “Can I take a picture?”

I said, “Sure!”

Collins Nelligan I realized the hotel’s floor is so loud in Spain.

Skipping, running, and even walking is so loud on this floor. We did not know how loud we were. Our friends were staying in Spain with us. My family was with me, of course. I had never been to Spain before, so I was elated. I love going to new hotels because I feel inspired by new places. This was the life!

We got settled into rooms and started to unpack.

When we were finished, we heard a crazy noise coming from below us. Poke! Poke! We looked out a window (the one I could barely see out) and saw a lady poking a broom on her ceiling. Her ceiling was right under our floor! She did this for a long time.

It really hurt my ears. She was probably really mad at us because she thought we were stomping, but we were really just walking!

A few minutes later, she came up to our hotel room. She was furious and frowning.

“You are insanely loud! Calm down and just walk!” she exclaimed. I wondered why she would bring a broom to Spain anyway. It is really no use! Well, a broom is useful if you are going to bang it on the ceiling! My dad stepped up to be the one to have a conversation with her.

The rest of the trip was okay, but that small moment was so funny! The rest of the time we were in Spain, we attempted to be much quieter. I thought we might see her again. I wished the people who built this hotel would have made the floor quieter when people walked on it. Spain was an amazing place. I don’t want this story to discourage you from going there!

So my mom took the picture.

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A L E A H Aleah Berengian Smart, caring, trustworthy, and empathetic Lover of dogs, friendships, and nature Who wishes for a dog, and for her sister’s brain tumor to die Who fears creepy clowns and venomous spiders Who would like to see all the places in the world, and also world peace Resident of Newport Beach Berengian

Oliver Harrison

T Y K E Tyke Camaras Respectful, athletic, funny, and a hard worker Lover of family, baseball, and traveling Who wishes to become a professional baseball player or a professional tennis player Who fears guns and heights Who would like to see the Eiffel Tower and the Statue of Liberty, Resident of California Camaras

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Blake Fraley

Frankie Stiefel

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Presley James

Cooper Kelly

Hudson Steelberg

Tyke Camaras

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Cooper Piercey

SPLASH! It was a hot day. The birds were chirping and the sun was shining. The sun was so hot that it melted everyone’s popsicles! It was a pool day.

“Bella! It’s time to go to the pool!” Mom yelled. Bella knew this would be her last time swimming with her family. Mom, Bella, Brooke, Quinn, and Harley were preparing for something big: Bella was leaving for boarding school. This was going to be a big change for everyone.

Quinn never really thought much of her sister leaving. I mean, who would? People would ask Quinn, “How do you feel about your sister leaving?”

Quinn would usually respond with, “Oh I don’t really care,’’ or “She never really hung out with me, so I don’t know.”

A few months went by. As the big day got closer, Quinn started to care a little more. One day, Bella came downstairs to get a suitcase. That is when Quinn realized that her sister was leaving very soon. Now Bella’s suitcases were all in front of her bedroom door. Bella was leaving in two days! Still, Quinn’s emotions did not change.

Gabrielle Landy

Quinn’s mom and grandma planned to take Bella to her boarding school across the country, in Connecticut. When this happened, Quinn, Brooke, and Harley would stay at their grandma’s house with their dad.

Finally, one morning, Quinn woke to the sound of a suitcase thumping down the stairs. She saw her mom and Bella tiptoeing down. Quinn realized that her sister was leaving right now! Quinn was exhausted, but she was very motivated to see her sister.

“Please, please, please, don’t go!” Quinn exclaimed. “I’ll miss you so much, and what about all of our memories and laughs? Who will I go to if I need advice or I am sad?’’

Quinn started to cry. Bella told her it would be okay.

Quinn said goodbye, gave Bella a hug and went back to bed. When Quinn woke again, they were gone. Bella had left for boarding school.

The ride to Grandma’s house felt different without Bella in the car. When they had dinner, again it didn’t feel the same without Bella. Though Quinn had another older sister, things would never feel the same.

Mom eventually came back home. One day, the girls got a call from someone. It was Bella! She was scared because there was a big storm. The family of five lived right next to the water, so they did not know what it would be like to live somewhere with stormy weather. Mom told Bella that it would be fine. If it was a major storm, the students would go down to the basement straight away. That helped.

After a few months, everything was back to normal for the girls (or as normal as their family could be). The only difference was that they were minus one person. Quinn had learned that, even though Bella was across the country, she really was only one call away.

Parker Stern

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Addy Chen On a hot and sunny Tuesday afternoon, Allie stood outside of the neighborhood church. The sun was in her eyes. Today was the day they were holding a funeral for her father. Tears trickled down her cheeks the whole time. Allie knew she would never get to see her father in person again.

Allie “Allie, Allie! Wake up or you’re going to be late for school!” Allie’s brother shook her back and forth on the bed at 6:45 in the morning. Allie’s eyes fluttered open and looked out the window. She saw only one or two cars whizzing down the street. She was not used to the nearly empty streets and warm weathered, suburban Southern California. Her family had moved here from New York City.

“Come on, Allie! We really need to go!” Allie’s older brother complained as he started out her bedroom door. Allie silently put on her uniform with her favorite fuzzy coat and walked out and down the dusty stairs to the kitchen table. Her mother was talking to her brother in a whispering voice. A bad feeling churned in Allie’s stomach.

Was there something wrong? Was there something wrong about her? Allie did not know, and part of her did not want to know at all.

“Allie, are you okay?” Her mother’s voice was very faint and she had bags under her eyes.

“Allie, Allie?”

Allie realized she’d been standing on the last stair, frozen like a statue, for a while now. She took a deep breath.

“I’m fine. Just a little off focus,” she said. She gently placed her foot on the cold marble floor and silently walked past the kitchen counter to the front door. She picked up her gray-blue backpack and tucked her feet into her sneakers.

“Are you sure you don’t want anything to eat?” her mom hollered at her.

“No, I’m not hungry, but thanks. I’ll be heading to school now.” She slipped out the front door and closed it behind her on her way out.

Allie liked to walk quickly in the morning. She always was ahead of her mom and brother when they went out on Saturday walks. Allie had walked all the way to the corner of the street when she heard her brother’s voice.

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“Wait up!” He came jogging right behind her, sweat trickling down his face. “Hey,” he said as he caught up with her. “Why do you walk so fast?” Allie shrugged her shoulders. They walked side by side down the hill toward the school.

They were a few blocks away from school. Out of the corner of her eye, Allie saw a garden with beautiful, shiny, golden gates around it. She then realized it was not any ordinary garden. It was the same one her father had taken her to a few years ago, when they were here on vacation. Allie almost forgot that her brother was right next to her because he was so quiet.

“Hey, I’ll catch up with you. I just want to see something real quick,” Allie said to her brother.

“Okay then, see you at school. Don’t be late!” he called back to her. She walked toward the golden entrance of the huge garden.

The gates were wide open. There was a big, wooden sign above the entrance that said “Sunset Garden.” Under that, the words “Public Garden” were carved into the same piece of wood. Allie walked in and slowly strode down the narrow dirt path. Allie remembered that her brother had said not to be late, so she reached for her backpack and dug out her watch. She wrapped the watch around her left wrist, and then she swung her backpack behind her. She kept on walking deeper into the garden, adoring the multicolored flowers. That smelled wonderful.

Suddenly, Allie heard another pair of footsteps from somewhere else in the garden. This is a public garden, after all, she thought, but her curiosity took over. She strolled toward the sound and looked around the corner of a fern. There, sitting on a bench, was a girl around the same age as Allie. The girl with long, brown hair and dark green eyes gazed up at Allie. The girl smiled. Allie waved back, then slowly turned around to walk away.

Allie jogged out of the garden and to school. The bell rang just as she got to school. As she walked to her homeroom, Allie spotted the girl from the garden walking behind her. Allie sped up and was surprised when the girl from the garden did too.

When class began, Mr. Holloway announced that there was a new student joining the class. This was weird for Allie (and probably all her other classmates) because it was very rare for a student to join suddenly, right in the middle of the school year.

F O U R T H

“Class,” Mr. Holloway said, “this is our new student. She will be joining us for the rest of the fourth grade year. Her name is Lauren, and she just moved to Southern California a few weeks ago.

Please be very respectful and kind to her, as this is her first year here in our school. Now, would anyone like to volunteer to help her out?”

Around ten or twenty hand shots up to volunteer.

By the time the bell rang for recess, Allie already learned that Lauren was very popular and was the type of person who made friends very quickly. Allie found herself wanting to be friends with Lauren.

Walking alone, Allie tried not to stare at Lauren and her friends outside.

Lauren Lauren spotted Allie sitting all alone under a tree.

Lauren felt for her. She wanted to be friends with that kind girl that she had first met in the garden before school.

“Hey, I’ll be right back,” Lauren assured her friends. She walked in the direction of the girl sitting under the tree.

“Hello! My name’s Lauren. You seem lonely. Would you like to play with my friends and me?” Lauren asked with a warm smile on her face.

Ella Olsen

G R A D E

Allie looked up from the ground and made eye contact with Lauren. “I’d love to! My name is Allie, if you didn’t know. Didn’t I meet you in the public garden?”

“Yes! My dad owned that garden, and I would visit every day if I could. Now come on, my friends are waiting! We are playing tag and, sadly, I’m ‘it.’

Tag!” Lauren tapped Allie. They both laughed and started running.

Allie This was the best day Allie could ever imagine.

She made many friends, including one very best friend that she wanted to keep for always. This time, instead of walking home with just her brother, she walked home with her new best friend.

Today they did not want to go directly home, but to the garden first. Allie and Lauren strode through the garden’s wide golden gates and sat down on a bench. It was the same bench Lauren was sitting on when they first saw each other.

“Thank you for being my friend, Lauren. I really wouldn’t know what to do without you.” Allie turned to look at Lauren. They both smiled and gave each other a big hug.

Hill Smith

Hudson Stern

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Molly Tiwari

Humorous, likes learning, caring, and creative Lover of his family, our world, and parrots Emma Harrison

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D E C L A N Declan Callaghan Quiet, mischievous, and smart Who enjoys climbing, reading, animals, and hot cocoa Who is able to play football and to surf Who feels happy and energetic when alone Who wonders what animals are out in the wild Who fears the dark and strange sounds Who cares about family and animals Who dreams about becoming a U.S.A.F. pilot Callaghan

Ella Nami

K N I G H T Knight Liu Humorous, likes learning, caring, and creative Lover of his family, our world, and parrots Who wishes to live for at least 100 years, and to travel to Mars Who fears ghosts and some people Who would like to see his own city on Route 66, and a better world Resident of the solar system and the universe Liu

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Morgan Dollander Ashamed

Ice burning the skin and freezing the heart Feeling trapped in a loop that breaks the heart Every tear brings deep pain

Like a knife stabbing every vein Sinking down, down in a sea of hate Where everything is a competition of who is great Ghosts of hurt and shame

Haunt the blood in my veins People laugh like it’s no big deal When deep inside, the pain is real Proud

Beaming smile spreads ear to ear I did it! I made it here

From the swirl of emotion all around I am proud

Like winning a championship game Or scoring with perfect aim Eating my favorite food Because I did so well

Having the satisfaction of one small thing Makes my heart zing

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Rhyse Wilks

Secure a mother’s loving hug wraps you like a blanket protects you from the pain

a friend’s helping hands pull you through the storm not ever letting go a sister’s playful laugh brightens your day brighter than the sun Alone is like being stranded in a desert not knowing where to go, or where to hide from the monsters inside

Maggie Zhu

being alone is losing someone you love without warning

Kyle Stern

Sheridan Hofer

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O P P O S I T E S Logan Steelberg

Restless

Joy

It’s like a fogged glass

It’s like a rainbow after a storm

You always wonder what’s behind it

A way out of a maze

It is a heavy chain

A golden medal after a marathon

Slowly hurting the mind

A bow after a show

It leaves you awake and feeling alone at night

It’s a light in a hole

What happened

It’s like holding a cloud

Why is it like that, you wonder

It is never-ending paradise

Because you are frightened by the results and the future

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Colton Mossman

Is this worth it? I thought. I mean, you don’t get to ride on the water this way every day. Also, what if a shark attacked me? I could die in one bite!

I woke up early. I knew that today would be fun. I could barely gobble down my food, I was so excited. When we got outside, I remembered the mosquitoes. I thought they wanted to torture me. I looked over at Caden, and I saw that none of the mosquitoes were bugging him. I figured he is not sweet enough. Dad stopped the golf cart, and I knew we were there. I started sweating on the short walk to the beach. Why does it have to be so hot in North Carolina? I took a quick dip in the water and instantly cooled down. Dad called me over. I had to sign a waiver that allowed me to go on the boat. The time had nearly come for me to go tubing!

We got on the boat. Dad drove for a few minutes, and then we finally got to the clearest water I had ever seen! Dad put the tube down in the water. He told Caden and me to go first because we had come up with the idea to go tubing. As I hopped on, I realized that this was one of the “sit down” tubes that I had seen in commercials. We got settled. Dad started up the engine. It was surprisingly comfortable until Caden yelled at me, “Let go of the tube’s handles!”

I looked over, and his hands were over his head. The next thing I knew, he was flying in the air behind me.

I laughed so hard that I went flying off after him.

After tubing, we all jumped in the water and swam with the dolphins in the bay. One brushed up against my mom’s leg, and she screamed! We laughed so hard, we started crying. When we got back on the boat, the sun instantly warmed us. I watched Dad try to shake Drake off the tube. Finally, Dad got him off by driving in a circle, then driving over the boat’s wake.

The boat drive back to shore felt a lot shorter than the trip out.

I am not sure why I was so afraid to go tubing in the ocean. It didn’t hurt when I fell in the water, it just felt like falling into a beanbag. The only things that got close to us were dolphins. Feeling the air whooshing by me as I flew over the water was one of the best feelings in the world. This was the best trip to North Carolina ever.

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Cameron Alagband

It was the evening before Christmas, and the first flakes of snow had just started to fall. A Black Labrador named Randy stood beside a tall, dark fern as he watched his owners’ children sled down the hillside. Meanwhile, another Labrador Retriever came toward him.

“Whoa,” declared Randy. “I’ve never seen another one of me before!”

“Like you’ve never seen another dog in your life,” smirked the other dog. “I’m sure you’ve at least seen a couple.”

“No, I’ve lived my whole life,” replied Randy.

“Oh, that’s too bad.” The other dog’s eyes were on the giant Christmas tree beside them. “Hey, why is there a giant tree right over there?”

“Over wh-- oh! That’s a Christmas tree! At least, that’s what my owner and his kids say. Please tell me you’ve seen a Christmas tree before. Please!”

“I don’t think I have. I’m sorry.”

Reed McCardle

“Oh, that’s fine.” said Randy. “What’s your name?”

“Teddy. Wait! You see that ball on top of the Christmas tree?”

Randy glanced at the top of the Christmas tree, where he saw a lime green, fuzzy sphere.

“Yeah, it looks like it would be fun to play with,” Randy replied. “I’m thinking that we should try to get it, to celebrate our new friendship.”

“Okay!”

As the dogs’ conversation continued, their thoughts about the Christmas tree also grew. After some time, Teddy had completely forgotten about his conversation with Randy. He thought only about the Christmas tree and the tennis ball on top. He asked Randy, “Do you want to get the ball now? Because I’ve kind of been waiting.”

“Oh yeah. It’s go time!”

Teddy got up on his hind legs and jumped. With ease, he hit the tennis ball, knocking it down. The dogs took turns, one by one, sniffing the tennis ball.

“You know,” exclaimed Randy, “on Christmas, everyone gets presents!”

“Oh golly! That’s so awesome!”

“I know, right?!”

“Well, I’m thinking that I should give this tennis ball to you! For Christmas! I’m sure my owners wouldn’t mind too much anyway because they have loads of those balls in their garage.”

“How sweet of you!” sang Teddy, his mouth watering at the sight of the lime green fuzz in the snow.

“No problemo,” replied Randy. ”This was an awesome Christmas Eve adventure!”

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Ana Cormac

“Boom!” The car door shuts as the smell of wet pavement surrounds me. We are in the middle of a drought, but the clouds are bawling. I take one step inside of my house and shiver. Immediately, I sprint as fast as Usain Bolt to the kitchen, open the cupboard next to the pantry, and stand on my highest tip-toes. Still, my fingers hit nothing but air. Suddenly, I feel as if I am lifted up to the clouds and into the rain. I shoot my head back and see my mom’s face smiling as I wiggle my toes. I quickly pick out my mug, then leap out of my mother’s arms. “Mix it up in the pot. What ya’ got? Hot choc-o-late!” I sing as I dance around the kitchen. “I just love rainy days!” I exclaim.

I pour the hot chocolate mix into my cup, but it flies all over my uniform. “Oh my goodness!” Mom says, staring at me as I fill up my cup with hot water and begin to stir.

“Why don’t you go get your brother, I’ll grab Pickles, and we can take a walk in the rain?” She walks away, laughing at my hot chocolate covered uniform.

I skip to my room to change my uniform, then run to tell my brother what’s happening, and finally go back to the kitchen. I pick up my hot chocolate. I stir it one more time for good measure. I scoop the spoon into my mug and lift it to my mouth.

“Oww!” I screech, my tongue dipped in chocolate lava. I put down the drink and sprint to my parents’ room. “C’mon Mom, let’s go!” I tell my mom impatiently. She grabs Pickles, our dog.

“C’mon Dylan!” My mom screams at my brother through the hallway, but I am already at the front door waiting for my family.

“Okay, okay, I’m here.” my brother says as he makes his way to the front door. The look on his face tells me that he is annoyed.

Click. My mom puts my dog’s leash on.

Ding. I press the button to open the gate.

Swoosh. My brother pulls the gate open, and I’m off! Leaping, jumping, running. I’m a bolt of energy storming through the clouds. As I dance through the rain, I can hear the barks of my dog and the voice of my brother, “Ana, wait up!”

I keep twirling. I’m just enjoying my time in the rain because we have so little of it here. I pause, look back, and smile.

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Lexie Karnick

Sunny Brown

Taylor Danz

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H AWA I I

G R A D E

C L I F F

J U M P I N G

Makenzie Vovan

My heart drops. I look down, only to snap my head up again. The water is far, far below my feet. I cannot believe I volunteered to jump off the rock first! I need to show my cousins that it is safe and not as bad as they think it is. I had not realized that it is way higher than it looks. Crystal clear ocean sparkles beneath the rocks. Other tourists stand on the edge of the cliff, ready to jump off. They are quivering just as much as I am. Tears well in my eyes. My chest beats as loud as a drum. My legs are like Jell-O. The rocky cliff is sharp, stinging my feet as I tremble.

“You can do it, Kenzie!” my brother shouts from the water. Suddenly, my heart beats as loud as ever. I give a meager thumbs-up to him as I peer into the horizon, the bright sun gleaming into my eyes. My cousins stare at me eagerly, waiting for the moment I step off the rock.

Violet Yoshida

It’s not as bad as it looks, I try to tell myself. I try to encourage them, but all that comes out is a whimper. The Hawaiian beach swirls around me, making me feel even sicker than I did before.

“I’ll give you a countdown!” my brother yells.

Don’t look down now, I tell myself.

“Ready when you are!” I say, stretching a smile on my face. I take a deep breath. The sun beats down on me, taunting me to hop into the cool ocean.

There’s only way down, I think. I sigh.

“One!” he hollers.

I can do this, I tell myself.

Mary Kate Angeloff

“Two!” No turning back.

“Three!”

My feet push off the rock and…

My arms flail in the air. I feel like an eagle, soaring so high I can touch the clouds. My hair whips around my head.

“Woohoo!!” I shriek. Thrill shivers up my spine.

I plummet to the bottom, hitting the salty ocean.

Underwater, my smile is so large it challenges the size of the Eiffel Tower. The briny water stings my eyes, but it feels like my reward for stepping off that rock.

When I pop back up, I see my brother’s face smiling.

“Good job!” he exclaims. “You jumped so high!”

A smile escapes my lips. “Thanks,” I say, beaming. “The shuddering fear was worth the jump.”

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Matteo Hernandez

S I X T H

Summer Kost

T R I P

T O

Jake Meer

G R A D E

Reese Katkin

R O M E

Landon Feltham

S T A R S Violet Yoshida

I am on a European trip with my family. We are in a fancy hotel in Rome, but all I want to do is chill by the large pool and read Percy Jackson and the Sea of Monsters, a book about a boy who has fun, scary adventures. However, my parents insist that we go to the Colosseum. I groan and reluctantly agree, even though I would prefer to follow Percy’s adventures in my mind.

Some years it rains But this year it has poured There have been many pains

We get out of the taxi and my jaw drops. I see the Colosseum.

My family and I walk in and meet our tour guide. She walks us through the first and second floors, telling us all about the history behind this amazing structure. She then takes us to a level that only certain tour groups can access. It is the ground level, the level where the gladiators fought. It was amazing.

Throughout this storm

As I stare at the broken walls, I imagine myself as a gladiator ready for battle. I have no armor; I only have a sword and a shield. My opponent, who has full armor and a sword, charges at me. At first, I dodge his blow, but then I am taken out by a heavy hit to the chest. Defeated, I leave the floor, only to come back two years later to fight again. Suddenly, my thoughts are interrupted by my parents saying we need to go.

We will always remember

We go back to our hotel and relax by the pool for the rest of the day. Instead of reading about Percy Jackson’s adventures, I think about myself as a gladiator. I have learned that I should try something before I make an assumption about it. Through my experience, I realize that my mind can imagine stories as good as even the best book.

We become bright

But we all stay together To look the storm in the eye United and together We will come out on the other side The stars that will forever shine They will be in our hearts Through the end of time When we look at the stars Because the stars shine down on us To give us some of their light

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Yoyo Li

Charlotte Jordan

Owen Majit

Andrew Niccol

S E V E N T H

G R A D E

Yoyo Li

Jackson Bryden

V O C A B U L A R Y E N E R G I Z E R S T O R Y : T H E B I G B A D W O L F ’ S P E R S P E C T I V E

V O C A B U L A R Y E N E R G I Z E R S T O R Y : T H E P I G S ’ P E R S P E C T I V E

Andrew Niccol

Jack Cudzil

When it comes to fairy tales, I’ve been considered a pariah. But now it is my turn to tell the story and clear the air.

Once upon a farce, there were three little pigs. The first pig built his house out of straw for a small pittance. The wolf blew it down with one blow.

It was quite serendipitous that I happened to be in the same area of the woods where the three little pigs resided. I was also hungry. I decided bacon would be best for the day’s menu. So I strolled up to the first house. It was quite cheap, so I assumed this pig was rather impecunious. He refused to leave his home, so I used my trusty mnemonic device that has always helped me remember how to blow down a house: H, P, B (huff, puff, blow). Not to brag, but it was an incredibly stentorian blow. The pale-faced little piggy escaped my grasp and ran into the next house. In pecuniary terms, this house was a bit nicer, made of sticks. I kindly asked them to come out, and they responded with something about their hairy chins. I sighed. H, P, B! I blew away the house of sticks, and the two pigs scurried into the final, tawdry house­— made of brick, no less! That’s when I discovered my Achilles’ Heel. I couldn’t blow down a brick house. It was hard for me to even fathom the thought of no bacon for lunch that day. So, instead, I called a desultory meeting with all my fellow wolves, and we all agreed to simply go to Chipotle.

The pig yelled, “You always were a gadfly!”

The pigs came from quite an impressive pedigree, and the second built his house out of sticks. The wolf thought of this as preposterous and, again, blew it down with one blow. With only one house left, the wolf was spartan and determined, and he spurned giving up. The last pig built his house out of bricks. All three pigs huddled inside, listening to the wolf’s terrifying bombast. The pigs nervously waited for the macabre moment when the wolf would blow down the house. The wolf tried and failed three times to blow the house down, then he climbed up the fireplace and jumped inside where he burned to death. The pigs decided to frame a picture of the wolf as an homage to his courageous but useless efforts.

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T H E

G R A D E

U N S T O P PA B L E

Nicole Thorp

I am nearly unstoppable except for one obstacle. I am stopped, right by my favorite food, only because of her height. She towers over me. Firstly, my humans named me Bailey, but my favorite human, Nicole, calls me Dingo. Basically, I go by both Bailey and Dingo. The aroma causes an extreme distraction for me, but I really need to finish my introduction. My humans tell other humans that I am an eleven-month-old boy Yellow Lab, whatever that means. I also love to chew on anything I can, but most of all, I have an addiction to peanut butter.

I have waited too long (a total of two seconds have gone by) and this does not fit my standards.

I realize that my human tells me to sit as the clock ticks three more seconds. Due to the simplicity of this command, I immediately know what to do: I sit. I get very happy when I think that I will get the peanut butter, but no, Nicole doesn’t give it to me. Nothing in the entire, great, big world will stop me from getting even an eighth of a teaspoon of peanut butter.

Ten more seconds pass, as my patience slowly slips away. Before I can realize it, my front paws start to come up. After that, I start to use all of my strength in my hind legs to jump. By now, I have made a huge mistake. When I reach the perfect height of my jump, my human moves her finger out of the way a millisecond before I can get a little taste! I can no longer reach the ooeygooey, peanut butter slathered finger. When I land back on the cool tile floor, Nicole opens her mouth, and I now know that I will get “the talk.” So much for doing “good boy.” Oh no, here it comes. “Bailey, no jumping!” I saw that egregious moment coming from a billion miles away.

After that, she takes a step away from me, and I know that I will not receive the peanut butter at this moment, so I start to quietly cry. She pulls a dish out of a sliding box built into the counter, and she wipes the silky peanut butter into it. Sadly, I think it will take three minutes full of waiting, until I get to eat my peanut butter, which really pushes my limits. Luckily, she is a softie for my cute face, so it might take less than three minutes.

Only one minute and six seconds pass when I hear the dish hitting the counter, which makes me wag my tail faster than ever. After hearing this happiness, I slowly walk over to her. Yes! She has the peanut butter back on her finger! “Dingo, do you want some peanut butter? Sit!” she says tauntingly. I just want the peanut butter right now. I can’t blow it now.

“Bark! Bark!” I can’t wait for a second more for my peanut butter. “Ruff! Ruff! Ruff! Bark! Bark!”

After a few more seconds go by. I hear, “Bailey, sit!”

This probably won’t end well. I forgot “sit!” No, this cannot happen! Think, Dingo. Think harder.

Think, think, think. I plop on the floor.

“Good boy!” Nicole says enthusiastically, as if she had already given me the peanut butter. My level of joy rises as her finger lowers very close to my mouth. I can’t believe this is happening. She says something to me, but that can’t be important at a time like this. When the peanut butter reaches the length of a tongue away, my tongue shoots out of my mouth. I devour every last lick.

The sensation is unexplainable. I would never survive without my peanut butter. I now qualify as unstoppable. I have learned through this tremendous peanut butter journey that when the right time comes, it comes with joy and happiness.

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G R A D E

I am nearly unstoppable except for one obstacle. I am stopped, right by my favorite food, only because of her height.

She towers over me.

Claire Casey

Maya Fischbein

Megan Bartz

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SEVENTH GRADE

Adam Mead

Daniel Liang

Ethan White

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SEVENTH GRADE

T H E

A L M I G H T Y

R O S H I

Rodin Zarrabi Once upon a time, there was a girl in a small town in Iran, and her name was Little Roshi.

She loved nature and admired it greatly. Her fondness for her family was endless, and she would do anything for them. She never gave up, and she always fought back for what she wanted. Let us finally begin the story.

and rice next to my bed…).

Little Roshi skipped along the hall toward the kitchen and picked up the zereshk polo (chicken and rice).

“Cheetori?” (How are you doing?), Roshi asked.

“Deer naya khooneh!”

(Don’t come home late!), her mother said.

“Bashe!” (Okay!), Roshi said, as she bolted out of the door.

Skipping through the woods, she heard the birds singing and the crickets cricketing. Little Roshi stopped in the middle of the woods to admire the beauty of nature. She looked at the looming trees and the crisp creek as the rainbow trout swam along.

Roshi grabbed her notebook from her messenger bag and did a good deal of sketching. Finally continuing the skip after many erase marks and illustrations, she arrived at her grandmother’s house, screeching to a stop.

“Enjam!” (I’m here!), she squealed with excitement.

“O-open the door…” said her grandmother in an eerie and unusually raspy voice.

With a creak signaling the opening of a door, Little Roshi skipped into the little home of her grandmother.

“Bee-esar zer-es-hk pollo peshe tacktam…” (Put the chicken

Strolling towards her grandmother’s bedroom, she heard a few muffled shouts of distress. Although Roshi was quite confused, she continued on as she sauntered along the halls. Finally arriving at her grandmother’s bedroom, she placed the food on her bed rest.

“Khoobham,” (I’m good), her grandmother fizzled.

What’s that muffled noise? Little Roshi thought to herself.

“I’ll be back in a second,” Roshi spoke. As the wood floor creaked, Little Roshi walked to the kitchen, where the noise was coming from. Looking at the wooden cabinet, she tip-toed towards it. Little Roshi opened it quickly, finding her grandmother all tied up!

grandmother to stay back, and Grandmother obeyed.

“You fools believe you can beat me?” A devilish grin formed on the leopard’s face as it snarled.

“Medoonam meetonam tooro beyaram paine!” (I know I can bring you down!), Roshi said with a determined voice, ready to attack the leopard.

All at once, Little Roshi charged forward towards the leopard without a warning. She quickly placed the pot on the leopard’s head, not allowing it to see. The frightening creature sprang into action, clawing Little Roshi on the stomach.

I will not give up… Roshi thought to herself.

“GAAAA!” Roshi cried as she charged at the leopard.

She whacked the leopard in the back with the frying pan, making a loud BONK!

“Cheeshood enja?” (What happened?), Roshi mumbled in a worried voice.

“I knew I could do it!” Roshi said proudly. She ran to her grandmother for a big hug.

“That Persian leopard tied me all up and attempted to take you from me!” her grandmother said in a fearful voice.

“Of course you could, you never give up, and that is all that matters!” her grandmother said.

“We must fight this beastly animal! I will not give up!” Roshi said in a determined voice.

Untying up her grandmother steadily, she walked over to the stove and grabbed a pot and a frying pan. She walked on the tip of her toes to her grandmother’s bedroom. The leopard was now on all of its paws, ready to attack the grandmother and Little Roshi. Roshi signaled for her

“I may have thought to give up at the start, but I fought back and won!”

Since then, Little Roshi has been saving all in need, from a cat stuck up in a tree to another human being attacked by a wild creature. She has lived happily ever after.

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E I G H T H

Grant Franey

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Michael Lynch

E I G H T H T H E

O T H E R

G R A D E

B O Y

Grant Franey Most of us do not know many transgender kids. There may not be very many in our community, but there are kids around the world who feel that they were born into the wrong body. There are kids who are too afraid to talk to their parents. There are kids who feel fear going to school every day. There are kids who hate the way they look and the way they are treated.

Although some people may not be friends with any openly transgender people, we all must be aware of the different people living in our world.

It is important to know how other people may feel. We should not offend people because they might be different from us. We should celebrate every person’s individuality and uniqueness.

In The Other Boy, Shane has always felt like a boy living in the wrong body. Now that the boys are beginning to go through puberty, Shane worries that he will be left behind. Shane’s father and soon-to-be stepmother do not completely understand what Shane is going through, and they often offend Shane. At school, his friends are not aware of his identity. That makes school a scary place for Shane every day. He worries about what could happen if everyone finds out about his identity. How might Shane’s best friend react if he finds out? What will Shane’s crush think if she finds out? What about his entire class? Shane tends to panic often, and he longs for support from his friends, family, and classmates.

By reading The Other Boy and hearing Shane’s story, we can all begin to understand what transgender people, specifically kids, feel like in our society. This book should be read by all because it delivers a unique perspective on the world from a character many do not personally relate to. When I read this book, I read to see how Shane and other transgender kids deal with the challenges that come at them.

Although Shane is a character I cannot relate to very much, I cared for him while I was reading.

I realized that this story could resonate with some young kid who is going through the same thing. Whether someone can relate to Shane or not, people should read The Other Boy by M.G. Hennessey because this book helps people find a deeper understanding of the difficulties and hardships transgender people face as young kids.

A deeper understanding leads to awareness.

Awareness leads to less ignorance. Less ignorance leads to acceptance, and acceptance makes people much happier.

T H E

F I R S T

S N O W FA L L

Alex Gomez Pixelated snowflakes fell from a vibrant, animated sky as Frosty the Snowman sang an engaging song on the television in front of me. The room around me was unlit but not dark; the faint light from the hazy, gray sky outside was peeking through the window in the room behind me. Breaking the peace, my mom stomped in and told me in a stern voice to turn off the TV and pick up a book, a phrase she loved reiterating. The TV flickered off after my mom spent an awkward two minutes struggling with the remote’s little red off button that occasionally stuck. Once she turned off my source of entertainment, she left me alone on the camel-colored couch, wondering what I should now do. I was not in the mood to pick up a book, and at that point I had gotten a little sick of trying to get to page four of Pinkalicious.

I pushed the blanket off my legs and the freezing air instantly shocked me. After moseying into the kitchen, I sat down at the table and stared at the wall in front of me.

Cold weather is common in Munich, so the houses usually contain an abundance of decor with warm colors. The red-walled kitchen was so cramped that a small round table filled up the entire floor, only leaving space to shimmy around it to move from one side of the space to the other. After a good ten minutes staring at the crimson paint in front of me, I left the area and walked to the dining room, which uncoincidentally also sported deep reds and burgundies. This room’s large windows allowed a dim light to come into the house from the backyard.

I walked up to the window and stared at the once green backyard, now covered with a thin layer of what was the previous day’s snow. It was now a brownish slush, trying its best not to melt into puddles. Suddenly, a little white snowflake appeared in front of me. It drifted a path through the barricade of icicles that hung from the gutters. That one flake was a pioneer, and thousands followed it, lightly hanging and swirling in the wind, no two the same. Left engraved in my mind was a feeling of serenity, forever floating in peace with the snowflakes.

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G R A D E

Aubrey Callaghan 3443 Pacific View Drive Corona del Mar, CA 92625

Everett Welton

February 10, 2020 Dean Yamanda Disney Grand Central Creative Campus 1200 Grand Central Avenue Glendale, CA 91201 Dear Mr. Yamanda:

My name is Aubrey Callaghan. I am 14 years old, and an eighth grade student at Harbor Day School. I am seeking employment as Princess Belle in the cast at Disneyland. I have been to Disneyland many times, and I am very familiar with Belle’s personality and characteristics. Additionally, I have much experience with young children, and I know how to act around them. I would make an exceptional Belle because I look like her and I am good with children.

I have been watching Disney movies since I was very young. Beauty and the Beast has always been my favorite story. I love Belle’s curly hair and her curiosity. As I have grown older, I have realized the similarities that Belle and I have. My curly hair is the exact same brown shade as Belle’s. My skin tone and stature are similar to Belle’s. Like her, I love reading. Belle is my favorite princess, and also the one that has many similar qualities to me. Because of that, I would make a very great Belle at Disneyland.

I would also make a great Belle because I love children. I have three siblings and many younger cousins. As a result, I have spent a lot of time with young people. I know how to interact with them and make them feel loved, known, and understood. This job requires a lot of interaction with juveniles. I can handle that, and I will make the visit more enjoyable for each child I come in contact with.

I sincerely hope you will consider me for this job. I would love to be Belle because I look just like her, and I am very good with children. If you hire me, I will make sure each child has an amazing experience. Thank you so much for your time. If you have any questions, please contact me at 20callaghana@harborday.org.

Sincerely,

Aubrey Callaghan

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Arman Rofougaran 3443 Pacific View Drive Corona del Mar, CA 92625 February 15, 2020 Tom Donovan Pelican Hill Resort 22701 Pelican Hill Road Newport Coast, CA 92657 Dear Tom Donovan: Hello, my name is Arman Rofougaran. I am reaching out to you because I am seeking employment at the Pelican Hill Resort. Although I am only 14 years old, I am mature and enthusiastic, and I also believe that I can thrive at any job you offer me.

I would be an amazing doorman and tour guide for the people who have just arrived at the hotel. The people will love me because I will get them excited for the beginning of a magnificent journey: to stay at your luxurious hotel, Pelican Hill Resort.

I am also an excellent chef. I have mastered all of Gordon Ramsey’s online courses, so I know what I am doing. I might be able to challenge your head chef for his spot, due to my expertise in the kitchen. I have prepared for the kitchen by watching MasterChef Junior, and I am superb at shouting.

With me by your side, I am certain that we can make Pelican Hill Resort into a more enjoyable and entertaining place. I have the capability to turn your resort into one of the most popular resorts in the United States. You may not believe me, but already, people from all over the city, state, and even from different countries know me. I travel frequently and make new friends from other countries. It will only take a matter of time before the Irvine Company realizes my abilities and makes me the new general manager of Pelican Hill Resort.

Sincerely,

Arman Rofougaran

Erika Wein

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ARTIST INDEX

GRADE LAST NAME

FIRST NAME

PAGE

GRADE LAST NAME

FIRST NAME

PAGE

5 Alagband

Cameron

53

8

Grant

66, 67

6

Mary Kate

58

K

Geiler Allen

Coco

9

3 Arkin-Horowitz Callie

39

3

Geiler Allen

Josie

38

1 Arkin-Horowitz Cece

21

8 Gomez

Alex

67

1

Angeloff

Arora

2 Bakhtiari

Rishi

19, 23

K Gooding

William

14

Bentley

29

2 Gross

Caroline

32

7 Bartz

Megan

63

K

Hanke

Paige

6, 7

1 Batniji

Kamal

24

K

Harrison

Anna

4, 5

K Batniji

Leila

15

4 Harrison

Emma

48

4 Berengian

Aleah

43

4 Harrison

Oliver

43

K

Berengian

Ava

8, 9

6 Hernandez

Matteo

58

K

Best

London

4, 5

1 Hill

Tinsley

25

2

Blumetti

6 Brown

Marcus

28, 31

5 Hofer

Sheridan

51

Sunny

57

4 Hoover

Finn

48

3 Browne

Lily

41

K

Max

10, 11

7 Bryden

Jackson

61

1 Huey

Luke

21

2

Beckham

31, 34

1 Irwin

Charlotte

20

Burke

Hoover

1

Butcher

Beckham

20, 25

4 James

Presley

44

3

Butcher

Townsend

36, 37

2

Lucas

30, 31

Aubrey

68

7 Jordan

Charlotte

60

8 Callaghan

Jones

4 Callaghan

Declan

49

6 Kanda-Gleeson Emery

57

4

Tyke

43, 44

6 Karnick

57

Camaras

Lexie

7 Casey

Claire

63

6 Katkin

Reese

59

4 Cavner

Kamilah

44

4 Kelly

Cooper

44

1

Troy

23, 24

2 Khan

Anya

30

Chan

K Chapman

Eddie

3

K Kirkowski

Caroline

11

4 Chen

Addy

46

2 Kirkowski

JP

28

1

Kara

23, 25

2 Kleiman

Pierce

27

Chen

6 Cormac

Ana

56

6 Kost

Summer

59

7 Cudzil

Jack

61

K Lal

Audrey

5

Ella

29, 35

4 Landy

Gabrielle

45

6 Danz

Taylor

57

K Ledger

Ripley

14

K Dinan

Noora

10

K Lee

Harper

3

2

70

Franey

Danaher

5 Dollander

Morgan

50

1 Lendino

Taylor

24

2 Dowers

Annalyse

26

7

Yoyo

60, 61

2 Eckenweiler

Cade

34

7 Liang

Daniel

64

Li

K

Eckermann

Ludwig

6, 7

4 Liu

Knight

49

2

Evans

Emma

29, 33, 35

K Lopez

Emily

12

3 Feltham

Connor

37

3 Lu

Justin

40

6 Feltham

Landon

59

8 Lynch

Michael

66

4 Fischbein

Lyla

49

2 Mahmoudoff

Arshan

28

7 Fischbein

Maya

63

7 Majit

Owen

60

4 Fraley

Blake

44

K Manfred

Reid

10

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ARTIST INDEX

GRADE LAST NAME

FIRST NAME

PAGE

GRADE LAST NAME

FIRST NAME

PAGE

5 McCardle

Reed

53

5 Steelberg

Logan

52

K McCormick

Ben

6

K

Cooper

9, 11

K McDonald

James

16

4 Stern

Stern

Hudson

47

7 Mead

Adam

64

5 Stern

Kyle

51

6 Meer

Jake

59

4 Stern

Parker

45

2

William

28, 33

4 Stiefel

Frankie

44

Michalovsky

3 Mir

Sophie

38

K Stoecker

Jacob

12

K Mir

Leeya

8

K Suplizio

Cammie

4

1 Moatazedi

Pierce

25

K Suplizio

Charlie

6

2 Mohtashami

Ayla

32

2

Taketa

Sierra

28, 35

5 Mossman

Colton

52

2

Talleur

Kaia

31, 34

4 Nami

Ella

49

1 Tao

Natalie

22

2 Nami

Luca

31

1 Thomas

Tanner

21

3 Neal

Chloe

40

K Thomson

Calvin

14

K Neal

Julian

15

7 Thorp

Nicole

62

3 Nelligan

Collins

41

K

Cassin

8, 9

7

Andrew

60, 61

2 Tiwari

Danny

32

Niccol

Tippett

2 O’Neil

Sophia

35

K Tiwari

Kaley

13

K

Dempsey

6, 7, 13

4 Tiwari

Molly

48

Ella

47

3

Leela

38, 39

Olsen

4 Olsen

Tripathi

2 Paolone

Reese

29

2 Tsai

Adler

33

1 Parkin

Aldon

19

1

Turner

Savannah

19, 20

van Akkeren

3 Peters

Keagan

37

1

Hendrik

18

K Peterson

Beau

3

6 Vovan

Makenzie

58

K

Peterson

Bella

10, 11

K

Sage

13, 16

K

Peykoff

Ward

Charlotte

8, 17

8 Wein

Erika

69

1 Pierce

Presley

25

8 Welton

Everett

68

4 Piercey

Cooper

45

7 White

Ethan

64

5 Pirnazar

Adam

51

K Whitten

Ben

17

K

Arya

12, 13

3 Wilks

Hillary

38

Prasad Murphy

1 Rehm

Liam

20

5 Wilks

Rhyse

51

K Rehm

Xander

17

2 Williams

Hudson

35

4 Ressler

Landon

42

K Workman

Avery

7

2 Robinson

Abby

27

K Workman

Ryder

17

K

Luke

11, 12

1 Yasin

Malik

19

Arman

69

1 Yim

Antonio

23

Robinson

8 Rofougaran K Ronaghi

Nathan

14

3 Yoon

Knox

39

3 Sadri

Sofia

39

6

Violet

58, 59

Yoshida

K Schumacher

Tristan

16

3

Young

Dylan

37, 38

K Sharma

Asha

2

3

Zahoul Sans

Luca

40

K Slavik

Connor

3

7 Zarrabi

Rodin

65

1 Smith

Brixton

25

K

4 Smith

Hill

47

5 Zhu

Zhou

4 Steelberg

Hudson

44

Aiden

12, 13

Maggie

51

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