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Zombie Infection Take Over By: Jacob Brigati So there I was in the middle of the street feeling the bump on my head, wondering where it came from. I heard moaning in the distance and I remembered what happened and why there was a bump on my head. “At least I wasn’t bitten by the zombie over there. Rob, Do you hear that?” I asked Rob, my best friend, as he stood dazed next to me.

“Wha....?” answered Rob in a stupor.

“Lets go this way, around the corner,” I demanded and began to run.

“Yea sure thing,” Rob replied.

“Oh My God! Ben, what happened to you?” I asked Ben, my other buddy.

“I’ve been bitten and i’m going to be turned into a zombie, go go away.”

“Ben, i’m not leaving without you.”

“Yes go please i don’t want you to get infected too” Ben said.

“Ok thanks Ben, lets go Rob.” Leggo said Rob. “Oh my god Rob there are more zombies where the first one came from.”

“I’m scared Rob there are five zombies, lets go to the lair where all the people are with guns so we can fight them off.”

“Okay”, said Rob We got to the lair and we saw lots of people with guns right when we walked in. They all pointed their guns at us because they thought we were zombies.

“Lets get some guns Rob and get going to the upstairs room.”

We got in the upstairs room and see Ben as a zombie.

“Shoot him” said Rob. Ok i’ll shoot him.

“Why did I shoot him,” said Rob, he was our friend.

“It’s ok he was a zombie,” Rob. “Lets go outside and only come back here if we need help but we have to stay close,” Rob replied.

“Good idea Rob where do you want to go.” “lets look around town and see if we can find any survivors.” “ok leggo,” Rob said.

We got in town and saw nobody around.

Then we saw a group zombies and we only had a pistol and two ak-47’s.

“Lets run Rob were going to get infected.”

“A zombie almost hit me said Rob, run FASTER!” “Oh my god i’m running as fast as I can Rob.” “Ok lets go back to the lab now,” said Rob We got to the lab and saw everyone who was in there before turned into zombies except this one guy who was fighting them off all by himself.

Rob, “lets help him.”

“Sure thing Rob” We fought off all the zombies and made sure that there weren’t any more zombies in the lab so we can fill our ammunition and supplies.

We go outside and see nobody in sight but this one huge zombie by a gas station.

“You see that thing Rob?” “Where,” said Rob. “Rob its by the gas station over there.”

“Oh jeez I see him now, what do you want to do?”

“Let’s all shoot him at the same time and if he doesn’t die we run and shoot him at the same time.”

“Ok we got a plan,” said Rob. “Rob on the count of three we run.”

“One...Two...Three.” “Ahhh, we’re not afraid of you,” all of them said.

They got over to the zombie and shot him ten times and he fell to the ground dazed and dead.

“That’s it were the last people alive said Rob.” “Yup isn’t that crazy that were the last people alive and we didn’t even know how to use a gun before this happened.” “Rob and we also we both picked up a gun and defeated the zombies.”

“Yup I don’t know how we did it,” said Rob. “Rob I did it because i didn’t wanna be turned into a zombie and i wanted to live.”

“Yea i wanted to live but it was just fun shooting zombies with my friend in REAL LIFE. We end up talking and walking and a zombie jumps out of nowhere and Rob pulls out his gun and it is out of bullets.

My head was stuck in the zombie’s mouth.

“Where is your gun,” Rob said.

Rob, “its in my hand”

“Okay throw it to me,” Rob replied.

“Sure thing Rob.” Rob takes the gun and shoots the zombie and kills it so I can get freed.

“Do you have any zombie bites on you,” Rob asked.

“No I don’t Rob.” “Ok good you’re not going to turn into a zombie, thank God.”

Murphy’s Adventure Emily Budin

Murphy ran past the corner, making sure the truck didn’t see him. Murphy, the stray black lab, was being chased! If the pound truck caught him, he would end up in the pound, and his days would be limited.

Murphy wanted more than anything to find a kid that would love him forever.

But Murphy has been stray all his life. He survived last winter, but the winter that was quickly approaching was going to be a harsh one!

Murphy thought he heard the truck slam on the breaks. But it was someone throwing their left over food at a garbage can. But the food fell on the ground. No one noticed, except Murphy. He went up the hill and brought the food in a bush.

As he was about to come out of the bush, the dogcatcher walked by. Murphy didn’t move, or make a sound. The dogcatcher walked right past him. Murphy quickly got out of the bush, and ran away. It was getting dark now. Murphy found a brown box that looked cozy. That’s where he would sleep that night.

As Murphy lay down, he thought to himself, “I wish I could sleep in a house, with a family who loves me.” Murphy closed his eyes. “A child and parents who love me...”

Seven hours later the sun rose. Murphy heard the wind running through the trees. He got out of the box, and looked for breakfast. A peanut butter and jelly sandwich caught his eye. “Peanut butter! My favorite” But what Murphy didn’t notice was the dogcatcher. It was a trap!! The sandwich was under a tree, and the dogcatcher was on a branch. “I GOT YOU!! FINALLY!” yelled the dog catcher.

The cruel dogcatcher dragged him to the truck.

Murphy was locked in the truck. He was the only dog in the dark, smelly truck. “I’m scared...” thought the terrified dog.

In no time, they were at the pound. Murphy was put in a cage with a golden colored dog. “This isn’t where you wanna be bro. Its so loud, were starved and its not like anyone is going to come to the pound to adopt a dog. Were doomed.” said the golden dog.

After a long day the pound lights were shut off and the doors were locked. It was official. Murphy had 14 days left. But Murphy came on the right night. That night, two men planned on breaking into the pound, and taking all the money the pound made that week. But to get to the money, they needed to break into the room with the dogs first. In the middle of the night the men broke in. The alarm sounded but the men continued searching for the money. They broke into the room with the

dogs, and the dogs all scrambled to run out the back door, which was left wide open.

Murphy, the golden dog and five others made it out before the police and pound manager came. The seven dogs stayed together, and ran for an abandon garage to sleep in for the rest of the night. Before they closed their eyes, the golden dog heard the pound truck turn the corner . “Ssshhhhhh!!! Just don’t move!” whispered the golden dog. The truck didn’t notice them and continued to the next block.

The next morning the adventure continued. The golden dog and Murphy stayed together, while the other five dogs split up.

“Lets go find breakfast” said the golden dog. “I know a place” said Murphy.

They went to the park where Murphy found the peanut butter and jelly. Then they saw their breakfast.

“Pizza! Perfect!” whispered the golden dog. After breakfast the dogs stayed near the park.

“Hey can we talk?” asked Murphy. “Sure what’s up? answered the golden dog.

“Well, I was just curious, have you ever had a home?” wondered Murphy. The golden dog answered “No, never. I don’t want a human to control my life. I’m the independent type.” “Oh.” Murphy said in a disappointed tone. “Why you ask?” questioned the golden dog. Murphy answered by saying, “I’ve always wanted to live in a house, with a family who loves waking up and seeing me every morning,

will take me in their backyard and throw a tennis ball for me to catch, and a bed to lay in.....” “It’s not like that bro.” the golden dog replied.

They kept walking. Soon, they found themselves walking through a thin layer of white dust on the sidewalk.

“Oh no. Winter is here. What are we gonna do?” said the golden dog. Murphy answered confidently and said, “I’m going back to the park, to find a family who loves me.” Murphy ran away. He was only a couple of feet away from where the golden dog used to be standing. Murphy turned around and the golden dog was gone. “He wasn’t a good friend anyways...” thought Murphy. Murphy ran up to a tree and saw a girl, who looked like she was six or seven years old, and she was on the ground, crying. Her elbow and knees were bleeding and her bike was a few feet away from her. He ran up to her. She seemed scared of him at first. But after a few short minutes the girl, whos name was Lilly, was smiling and hugging Murphy.

“Can we keep him daddy!?” she asked?

“I don’t know...We should probably contact the police and ask them if they know of a missing black lab...” said the dad.

“NO DADDY NO!!! HE LOVES ME!!” cried Lily.

“Ok, ok. Use this rope to make a collar and leash. Bring him to the car” said the dad.

“Yay! Thanks daddy!”

Lilly, Murphy and the dad drove home.

“I love you Murphy.” said Lilly. Murphy looked up at her. “Daddy he smiled at me!” yelled Lilly in an excited voice. They pulled into the driveway and got out of the car. “Come on Murphy! Lets go inside” said Lilly.

When they got inside, they ran to the fireplace and sat on the couch.

“This is what I wanted... A home....” said the happy dog.

Cracking an unexpected Case By: Lyndsey Delouya I woke up and started to write another entry in my diary. I, then, began flipping through the pages, and came across one from the time my sister died. I can’t believe it’s been four years.

I began to read the entry, a tear crept slowly down my face, it read, “I was having such uneasy feelings about that road trip; she was driving home alone while it was 3 in the morning. She was coming home from Pennsylvania, and some speeding, careless driver, went on the wrong side of the street, and BOOM! He took the life out of her and drove off, well that’s what the witness said.” Sometimes I like to pretend she’s still here, and I talk to pictures of her. I love thinking about her; she was my idol when I was 14, how old I was when the accident happened, and still is today. She was only 19, and that’s far too young for - DING DONG, that made me lose my train of thought. I forgot Skylar was coming over. I run down the stairs, skipping a few steps here and there, and finally making it to the door. She only rang the bell about two billion times.

She has all this drama to tell me about. She’s my best friend, but sometimes I think she forgot I’m not a therapist. She is talking about her boyfriend, Brett Zemel, and how he ditched her for Casey Socky, the town

tomboy, and while only half listening; I’m able to pick that up. Skylar asked knowing the answer just wanting to be reassured, “do you think he’s going to break up with me?” No response, so she asked again, and there is still no response. “BLAKE RILEY KATZEN, ARE YOU EVEN LISTENING TO A WORD I’M SAYING?” “W-what?” I asked confused.

“I’m asking you if you think he’s going to break up with me, I’m scared!” She wasn’t scared.

I gave her all of this advice, and made her feel really good, but it was funny how people with the most problems have the best advice. I have all kinds of problems.

My parents were very distant after my sister died and it was up to me to keep them together, but it made me feel good that I was helping people because at school everyone thinks I’m mean and selfish. That’s why I’m glad it’s summer, no more drama with people that don’t understand me.

Sky and me are so close because we both know what it’s like for people to be jealous of us. We also both love solving mysteries, that’s why she came over to talk about my sister’s court trial, which was still going on.

We were trying to figure out who was the killer, but William just knows the first three letters of the license plate, FJG. “We’re going over William’s

house today right?”, I asked because we needed to get down to business.

Finally, after an hour of talking, the conversation was starting to steer in the right direction. I looked at the clock it was 1:30, “WE WERE SUPPOSED TO MEET WILLIAM AN HOUR AGO!” We drove over to William’s house and got out of the car. William was the witness to my sister, Ella’s, car crash. When we got to William’s house, he’s yelling at some guy with the name... I tried to read his nametag... Attorney Simon. Why was he yelling at my lawyer? He wasn’t expecting us. I rolled down the window, to try to see why he was yelling, and waved, but no one noticed me. For the first time in my life I felt as if I was invisible. Usually everywhere I go I’m noticed.

William is in a wheelchair all the time, and had a cool look to him. He had shaggy brown hair, and bright blue eyes that could light up a room, but no one besides Sky found him attractive. I stop examining him and start listening to what he was yelling about.

“I swear, if they ever find out that it was me, I will hurt you, but not the same way I hurt Ella. It would be a slow and painful death, and I’d pretend to be a witness the same way I am now to cover it up! You will see!” threatened William.

NO! HE DIDN’T MEAN MY ELLA DID HE? WELL OF COURSE HE DID! HE KILLED MY ELLA, THAT’S WHY HE CAN’T WALK! HE

WAS THE ONE SPEEDING ON THE WRONG SIDE OF THE STREET! WHY DID SHE, THE MOST INNOCENT, BEAUTIFUL GIRL, HAVE TO DIE AND NOT HIM! WHY DOES THE BAD GUY ALWAYS WIN? I HATED HIM! I HATED HIM!!

“S-sky-l-lar, d-did you just h-h-hear that?” I ask barely able to let it out. She couldn’t speak and just nodded. We just sat there, crying our eyes out. Skylar loved her also; she was like the sibling she never had. We drove off, and finally when I could think straight I decided to write it all down in my diary. I talked with Sky and we decided that we solved the case, but now we just needed proof.

We decided to go back late at night to try and get more information, like was his license plate FJG or did he still have her body?

We hopped out of our beds, real sneaky, so our parents wouldn’t know, and met at the park. We get into our car and the wheels roll into the direction of the murderous man’s house. We take out our flashlights, and the first thing we see was the car. Indeed his license plate did say FJG-9793, meaning he wasn’t lying about the first digits being FJG. We snap a picture of it, so we could use it as proof in court. We start to walk up William’s large hill, and I see my sister’s face in the window. I jump up frightened, but then believe I’m just imagining it. We take one look at each other, and just run back down the hill.

I felt my stomach drop; my heart was racing a mile a minute. Did William actually kill her, or was he just kidnapping her for all of this time?

It couldn’t be, she was dead and there was nothing I could have done to get her back. There was no point in hoping; I would just end up disappointed.

Ok, I calmed myself down, and Sky and me decided to come back tomorrow. We were just not ready tonight.

The next night we went back, and did the same thing. This time we were not scared. We walked, calmly, up the hill and found a hidden door into his house. I took one step, and saw my sister. SHE WAS ALIVE! I ran into her arms and nearly died; I was so happy. There did not need to be a case anymore. My sister was home! William would be put in jail and everything would be normal again. I called the police right away, and Ella told me everything. “That night when I was coming home from Pennsylvania, I was with William. He was driving, and I fell asleep. He drove me into his dungeon/ house, and I’ve been stuck here ever since. It would make sense for him to be the one that ‘killed’ me, and that’s why he is in a wheelchair, but that is just because he’s lazy, and doesn’t like to walk, and he gets to park closer to stores because he’s ‘handicapped.’ Ya see, everything he does is for his own selfish reasons.” He stole all of her communication devices, and all her belongings. She told me how she tried to

run away several times, but he always found her and it would make it 10x worse.

Stupidly, we didn’t just run out of the house, and talk after. William heard something, and ran down with a gun. We ran out the little doorway we used to get in, but Ella was too big to fit, and when we were already out I had to get her back. William started firing shots, but since he was tired, he could not aim for us. He tried to run away because he saw we called the police, but it was too late, the police were already at his house, and saved us!

When we got to the police station, they kept questioning us on the event, but all I could think about was that my sister was alive! This was the best feeling in the world, and I decided to write everything in my diary. William was arrested, and put in jail for life.

Every night, I sleep with my sister talking about my quest to save her.

I told her everything about my life, and I swore to never take her for granted.

We never fought, and life was so much easier when she was alive. My parents became closer and closer each night they knew she was alive, and I did not have to worry about keeping them together. My life was back to normal, and I; I had my best friend, Skylar Jones, to thank for that.

Jailbreak

By Ben Goldberg Jake Mason woke up, trying to remember where he was. Then his memories started to flood back. He was watching TV when the cops came into his house and charged him for murder. He tried to protest that he did no such thing, but no one believed him. The memories stopped, and he got up and walked to the cafeteria for breakfast.

When he got his breakfast, a small bowl of soup, he sat next to his buddies Al and Billy. Billy had been sent to jail for (armed) robbery, while Al was locked up for gambling fraud.

“So, does everyone remember the escape plan?” Billy asked.

“Yeah,” Jake replied, “Al knocks out the warden, takes his keys and guns, and unlocks our cells. We then sneak out, only shooting if necessary.”

Billy said, “Exactly, so we’re breaking out tonight?”

“Sounds like a plan.” answered Al. _______ At 9:35, the warden came around for inspections. As planned, Al would pretend that he was feeling incredible pains. When the warden walked into his cell,

Al knocked him out with a small metal rod. Al quickly grabbed the warden’s keys, some coins, AK-47, and pistol. He started to think that their crazy escape plan might actually work. In two seconds, Billy and Jake were free of their cells.

“Nice going man! Now lets go!” Jake grinned.

The prisoners waited until 11:00, so that they were harder to see.

They proceeded to open a small air vent using the warden’s coins to unscrew the screws and climb through the air duct.

Jake’s heart raced as he crawled through the vent. He was starting to wonder if their plan would succeed or not. Although their plan was good, he was nervous for the possible future of failure, and what might await him if they failed to escape.

Billy on the other hand, felt fairly confident that their plan would work. They had guns, intelligence, and a decent plan. If the plan didn’t succeed, then he would introduce his head to his gun. He wouldn’t be physically or mentally able to live in this hell for a minute longer.

After a minute or so of crawling through the air duct, they came out right outside the building itself, but they still needed to get passed the wall of patrolling guards. Al threw a rock at the wall, drawing a few guards. The guards who heard it

walked towards where the sound had come from, which gave the prisoners a chance to sneak past them. Suddenly, a bright light shone around them.

“Don’t move!!” a guard bellowed into his microphone. As the guard said, they froze.

“Drop all of your weapons, and do not move a muscle.” The guard yelled.

Jake whispered to his friends, “Run guys, I’ll cover you.”

“No way, that’s suicide.” Billy replied.

“I said GO!” Jake yelled as he pulled the trigger, pushing his friends out of the way. They continued to run and gun until they couldn’t anymore. Eventually they reached the gate, which was locked.

“What do we do?” Billy asked, “There’s no way we can climb that. They heard guards approaching.

Al yelled to his friends, “I’ll boost you guys up.” Before they had the chance to argue, he had boosted Billy and Jake up and over the gate.

“C’mon Al, you can do it. Climb!” The two friends yelled.

“It’s too late for that guys, go now; get out now, before they see you.” Al said. “Just GO” Al saw the guards approaching. He knew this was it for him, but he was okay with that so long as his friends managed to escape. He dropped his weapon as they came. They searched Al, and found nothing else that could be used as a weapon.

“Johnson, take a group and follow the other whoever escaped.” One of the guards ordered.

“Sure thing Marcus.” a guard that must have been Johnson replied.

You killed two good men back there, good friends of mine.” Marcus said to Al. “For that, I’ll make you pay.”

The guard screamed, and before the others could stop him, he shot. ________ Billy and Jake ran and ran and ran. They needed to find a safe area to crash for the night.

Jake yelled, “Look, a manhole cover!” They two remaining convicts pried it open and climbed down. The sewer was disgusting, but it was livable. The Jake immediately fell asleep, unaware of sirens blaring above them. Billy froze. They were coming.

“Jake, Jake, wake up!” Billy yelled. “They’re coming!” As soon as he said this, a smoke bomb fell down from above, and the two ran for their lives.

Suddenly, a shot rang out, and hit Billy in the foot. He screamed and fell and couldn’t move. Guards quickly subdued him, and believing him to be the only other escapee, left the sewer.

Billy was brought into a classic interrogation chamber seen in cop shows, and was questioned. However, he was tough, and refused to answer questions.

After the interrogation, he tried to escape, and in the process, which led to him kicking over his own bucket.

This whole time, Jake had been hiding in another section of the sewers. He was terrified. He waited in the sewer for a few days more, so that any searches would die down. When the coast was clear, he started to walk home to continue his daily life.

The Escape

By Evan Huang

I ran down the hill as fast as I can with my friend. I took a bike and rode away. My friend also took a bike and rode away I was in North Korea riding away from the prison guards.

I am Kno King il I just escaped from North Korea going to America but I have to tell you how I escaped.

I was born in North Korea April 5th 1985. I was only 13 years old when my dad and mom got framed on planning to escape. The prison guards then executed them, since I was their son I was stuck in the prison. I always starved and was treated like a piece of garbage. I got the worst food and was never full. I had some prison friends the same age as me. They were in there because they planned to escape. I never thought of escaping North Korea because I am afraid I might get executed. My friend Kim Song got me thinking of escaping this horrible place. I am always scared we might get caught plotting a plan.

“Hey Kim Song you wanna hear my plan?” exclaimed Kno King il.

“What is it this time?” Replied Kim Song.

“Its actually a good idea,” answered Kno King il.

Suddenly the door flew open and there he was Kim Jong Un. He always visits us since we are the only kids in the whole prison. He keeps us company but

he doesn't want us to leave. He bribes us to not think about anything bad like escaping. He always foods his best food but doesn't give a lot to us. We spend our day by eating then sleeping then planning for the escape.

“So now he is gone now.... Do you wanna hear my plan?” spoke Kno King il.

“Ok... Fine what’s your plan,” asked Kim Song boringly.

“This is my plan.... We throw a rock at the guard then knock him out using the bar we cut out. They always leave a ladder there and it’s long enough for us to get over the fence.” exclaimed Kno King il.

“UGHHH WE TRIED THAT!! SEVERAL TIMES!!” Yelled Kim Song.

Then a prison guard (also known as Wooju Parker) walked by and heard us.

We got so scared.

“I always wanted to escape North Korea can I come with you guys. I can help you,” asked the prison guard.

This was really relieving since if he heard he would tell Kim Jong Un. Then we will let executed.

“Oh thank god.... I thought you were going to tell,” exclaimed Kno King il.

“Well you guys are going to need some help,” replied back the prison guard.

We came up with a brilliant plan. Well I did for the most part. Our plan was to make it look like the prison guard was just taking us to the bathroom. Then when we are out of sight we run as fast as we can to the hut located 3 miles away

from the prison. This was where the prison guard lives. We then take a raft from the hut and sail away. We were executing the plan but our plan backfired since some prison guard heard us talking about our plan. So we quickly ran away with Wooju Parker. We were about to get to the hut but the prison guard told the manager of the prison to search everywhere. There stood the police.

“Hands up!!!” Yelled out the senior police officer.

“We have to kill them on the spot. They will try to run away again!”

Whispered the rookie officer.

Wooju looked at us and he wanted us to run as fast as we can in the opposite direction. I knew what he was going to do. He was going to try to attempt a knockout to the 2 officers.

When he released the first punch he knocked the senior officer out. He then did some Tae kwon do but the rookie knocked the air out of him. It looked like he punched him hard from the distance. He then began to throw up some kinds of fluids. So we didn’t look back and kept running.

We ended up going on the shore of the beach tired, hungry and exhausted.

We laid there thinking if they caught us; what would we do?

“Do you think they will catch us? What would they do to us?” asked Kno King.

“I dunno maybe they might torture us or.... kill us.” Answered back Kim Song.

This thought immediately made them think of a plan to escape out of here.

He took out a map he stole back at the prison.

“Right now we are in Hoersong and there is a river called Tumen. We can quickly steal a raft and float across,” suggested Kno King.

“That’s the best idea I have ever heard from you!” answered Kim Song.

I looked at him sourly and moved on with the plan.

We stole the raft and that was floating across the river. We were almost there but then we heard sirens and there came the police in a boat. We paddled as fast as we can and reached the shore. We were in China now we quickly grabbed bikes from the harbor and rode off. They were watching us ride away.

This is how my friend Kim Song and I got out of this horrible place. Now we are living a very happy life.

Karate Lamp By: Michael Kipnis Once there was a Lamp who lived on a draw. His enemy was always the Fan. Fan is a vicious, mean, cruel karate master, while Lamp is a strong hearted, caring, karate master. Fan didn’t care about the other utilities, he wants to rule them. Lamp on the other hand always protected the people. They always fought and fought; never a clear winner. They kept on plotting and plotting until their plan collapsed.

Fan knew that the only way to rule the utilities is to defeat Lamp. So he came up with a plan and this time Fan was sure his master plan would defeat Lamp. His plan was go under the Draw, climb up to the to the top of the draw, climb to the top of Lamp’s dojo and finally jump down from the top of Lamp’s dojo and attack. It seemed like a good plan but when he was executed his plan, Lamp was already waiting for him.

“So I see you found about my plan,” Fan said.

“I sensed it; I didn’t know your plan,” Lamp replied.

“Well still, time to die!” Fan yelled “AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHH,” “Let’s go,” Lamp replied.

“HUACHA HOA,” Fan attacked.

POW POW POW POW “I think you lost it,” Lamp wondered “No you just haven’t seen me attack yet,” replied Fan “Then let’s go,” Lamp rushed.

SLING SHA POW POO PAA KA HUA HUACH WOOSH WASSHH POW POW WAAS KOOO “AAAHHHH,” Lamp and Fan screamed.

“I guess it’s time to step it up a notch, AAAAAHHH,” Lamp yelled.

“HUHUHUH EEHHH LET’S GO,” Fan said angrily.

POW POW SLING SWA POO POA KLING BOOM SEEE WOOOOOSHH WAASHH “Had enough yet?” Lamp asked.

“No I’m always ready for more AAAAAAAHHHHH,” Fan attacked.

“Alright then let’s go,” Lamp quickly said.

POW KAAA SLING SHAAA POO PAO KAA OOOO AAAAHHH POW BOOM SLING SLANG POW POO PA PAO “Eeeeeehhhh,” Fan moaned.

“I see your hurt,” Lamp said.

WHHHHHOOOOOOOSSSSSSHHHH Fan escaped.

“He always was a cowered,” Lamp said.

When Fan got back to his dojo hanging from the celling, he was bleeding everywhere. He got sliced, stabed, kicked, jabbed, punched, and cut many times.

He was hurt badly. He healed himself with the majestic helment; the helment is so delgant if it got hit or dropped it would brake and the power to heal would be gone.

So Fan was healed. On the other hand Lamp was hurt but not even close to Fan. Lamp knew a secret healing move, that he memerized from a scroll that Fan destroyed and Lamp was healed.

Fan was coming up with a plan this time to go to the village and attack the utilities, instead of attacking Lamp head on. So Lamp would be forced to find Fan when Fan would be hidden somewhere and attack him.

Fan just started attacking the village. Lamp hurries to save them.

“Where are you,” Lamp cried.

No answer.

Again Lamp cried, “Where are you,” POOOW POW POW SLASH “AAAAHHHHHH,” Lamp yelled.

“I see you couldn’t find me,” Fan responded.

“I still am the smartest Knife in the draw,” Lamp replied.

“What?” Fan wondered.

POW POW SLING SHA HU AAHH POW BOOM PAA POA POA PPOW POW PW BOOM “AAAAAAHHHHH,” Fan screamed.

“See you never hit me; look under my cloth,” Lamp replied.

“What? The Legendary Bright Armor. How did you get that. They said it was destroyed by the Utilities like me a long time ago,” Fan said shocked.

“It wasn’t; they destroyed the fake one,” Lamp assured.

“Well still I will do what I came here for, AAAAAHHHH,” Fan yelled.

BBBBBBBBBBBBBIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIINNNNNNNNNNNNNGGGGGGGGGGGG GGGGGGG “Eehhhhhhhhh,” Fan cried.

“You, you learned the Bright Lamp move?” Fan asked “Like I said I’m the smartest Knife in the draw,” Lamp replied.

Fan died. The village is safe, at least for now.

Running by Samantha Lao Running. That is the definition of my life. I am always running. Always. I run for two reasons: I am wanted by the police, and I am after the one who did this to me; Esther Moon. She is the one who accused me of murdering her husband.

(Ugh, I’m surprised someone would marry that woman in the first place.) Ever since then, I have been running from the police and tracking her down, covering my tracks as I go.

The last stop I made was in New York City, Esther’s hometown. I went to her apartment building, and the man at the desk said she had moved to Long Island; specifically, Dix Hills. My next stop was Dix Hills.

When I got there, I didn’t know where to go. Dix Hills isn’t as big as NYC, but I didn’t have an address. My best bet was to look up the recent houses purchased. But I’m not good with Google or the internet, so I had to call up my friend.

“Hey, Grayson. I need help,” “Still tracking Esther, I assume,” replied Grayson.

“Yes. I need you to access the houses bought in Dix Hills in the last month,” “There are three; 1 Empire Ct, 67 Vanderbilt Parkway, and 13 Richard Hills Way,” “Directions?”

“Just emailed them to you,”

*Ding* went my phone. “Got them. Thanks. I’ll keep in touch,” I hung up.

I pulled up to 1 Empire Ct, took a deep breath, and rang the bell. A man answered. Wrong house.

“Hi, who are you?” asked the man.

“Um, I’m, uh-” “Wait a minute. I know who you are. You’re that girl who killed Esther Moon’s husband. And I bet you’re looking for her now! Well I can’t help you! I’m calling the cops!”

I ran as fast as I could to my car and drove- um, I don’t know. I was just driving away. I called up Grayson again. I needed help.

“Hey Lindsay. What now?” he said.

“I went to that first address, and the guy recognized me as ‘that girl who killed Esther Moon’s husband.’ Have I been on the news?”

“Oh yeah. This morning actually. They said they think you’re on Long Island, and everyone should keep an eye out for you. Then they showed a bunch of pictures of you with your car. It’s all over the internet,” “Can you send me a link?”

“Done,” *Ding* “Thanks,”

“No problem. I want you safe, Lindsay. Just try to stay out of any more trouble,” I knew I had to get off Long Island because everyone will be looking for me, but I had to get myself together.

I turned off my phone. I would only use it when I absolutely needed it. I knew from earlier experiences that they could track me from my cell phone.

I drove to the next address on the list and walked up to the door. I looked in my mirror to make sure my face was fully covered, so they couldn’t recognize me, and then rang the bell.

I saw a child peek through the glass door and then call for his mom. Finally, the door opened.

“Yes?” the woman asked. Not Esther.

“Hi, I, um-” “Look, I’m not interested in-” “You seem busy. I’ll come back later,” I said. No I wouldn’t.

I walked away, deflated. There was only one more house and if this wasn’t it, I was stuck. It would be back to square one.

I went back to my car, debating whether or not to call Grayson to find out if he knows anything else I don’t. I decided not to, but couldn’t gather up the rest of

my thoughts before the cops were speeding down the road right to me! I turned on the car, and sped down the road as fast as I could.

I drove up a road, and made a sharp turn, then another sharp turn, and one police car skidded off the road. Now, there were only two following me. I turned into a small neighborhood. I sped through the small streets, and ditched another car. I drove back out onto the main road, needing only enough energy to leave one more car behind. I turned onto another road, but it was blocked for construction.

Thinking fast and cluelessly, I ran right over the cones and past the construction, hitting almost every single pothole in my way. Then I turned into a big ditch and got stuck. Luckily, I lost the last car before I got stuck. I was safe. For now.

I knew they had my license plate number and car type, so I had to find a new form of transportation. I had to walk. I covered my face as much as possible, and walked for what felt like days, when it was only about two hours.

I finally got to 13 Richard Hills Way around dinner time, and I was starving, exhausted, and nervous. I didn’t exactly have a plan; I had the basics. If this was Esther’s house, I would barge in and accuse her. If it wasn’t... Maybe it would be time to give up. I don’t want to run anymore. I don’t. I can’t. I won’t.

I took a deep breath, gathered up all my strength, and rang the bell.

A man came to the door. A good chance this wouldn’t be Esther. My heart sank.

“Esther is busy right now, please come again later,” He tried to quickly close the door but I slammed it hard with my shoulder and surprised him, knocking him over. He tried to get up, but I shoved him back to the ground and went looking for Esther.I found her on her couch. I grabbed her by the arm and yelled, “Why did you do this to me!? I’ve spent months running from the police! We both know I didn’t do it!”

“Get off me. I don’t know what you’re talking about,” she smirked, and I narowed my eyes at her, tightening my grip on her arm.

“Ow, stop! That hurts. Okay, okay. My husband is not dead. He’s just in, hiding, as you might want to call it,” I guess she could read my cluelessness on my face because she sighed before continuing her story, “Neither of us liked you. Remember way back when we were friends? Yeah, well let’s just say I hold a grudge, and my husband doesn’t like it when I’m upset. So maybe next time, you should think before you sit with someone else at lunch, and not your good friend. In this case, your ‘good friend’ would be me!”

I had to stop and laugh for a second. Is she really this pathetic?

When I could finally manage a few words out I said, “You did all this, went through all this trouble, because I didn’t sit with you at lunch one day?”

“Whatever,” she rolled her eyes. “I know my reasons, my husband knows my reasons, there’s no point explaining them to someone as stupid as you. Now, shall I call the police?”

“That’s okay,” I reached out into my pocket and pulled out my phone. “Hey Grayson, did you get all that?”

“All of it. The police are on their way,” Her face went pale. She tried to escape, but the police came just in time.

They dragged her out to their car, and I followed her, smiling to myself. I could finally live my life. This may be the end of my story, but it’s just the beginning of a new life. My new life.

A Bad Day for Jack By: Jack Lehmann And there I was. On September 19,1892, I was walking down Main street in South Carolina. When I passed by the store, my mom told me to go to the store, but I figured I had time since my mom is 3 miles down Main Street, fetchin a pail of water. My mom is known to be strict. After all she is the principle of the only school in South Carolina. If I play hooky she wipes me till I am cherry red. So I kept on walking down the street, and I saw my best Joe. Joe and me have been known to cause mayhem in this town. But Joe is not that stupid like me he is quite a smart guy. I stopped and said, “Well hi Joe” “hi Jack. Did you know that one plus one equals 2” “I reckon it’s not!!” I said “Oh yeah!! Maybe you should stop sleeping in Sunday school and pay attention” Joe responded “I never fell asleep in Sunday school once in my life” “Oh yeah you have. I reckon if you fall asleep one more you'd be whipped, and not just whipped. Whipped Hard!”

“Yeah Ok” I said I started to walk down back to the store. Joe followed. As I was walking behind the stores, because I get in trouble if anybody saw me with Joe. I saw the

most terrible thing I saw the Bob, the man that has been in jail so many times he even has a spot in the court, we saw him killing a woman. At first we did not know who it was. Then we realized it was Mary. We ran away as fast as we can then we had to swear that whatever we saw we would keep mum about it.

When i returned home with the food my brother Mike and my sister Jayne were waiting for me. The said “Were were you?”

I stuttered for a quick moment then i said “Well I saw a huge crocodile and it was attacking and eating people and and, and it snatched up Judge Malone.

“Yeah ok” They responded We started to cook dinner when mom returned with judge Malone they were talking about how Mary is not with us anymore. They said they caught the suspect Polly the town drunk was the one that killed Mary. The trial will be on Tuesday.

My mom said, “Thank you I will notify my husband right away” We were all crowding around mom right away asking what happed.

Mother Responded “nothin.”

A day later everyone in town went to court. We all saw Bob in court sitting down.

We also so are Brian the blacksmith sitting in court.

A couple minutes later Judge Malone started the hearing. He said

“We have reason to believe that Brian Has killed Mary.”

I started to cry. Than I broke as they were staring down Brian.

I yelled, “STOP! he did not kill Mary.”

“Well then who did?” responded Judge Malone.

I hesitated for a moment and then I murmured, “Bob.” “Can you please speak up” “Bob” The whole crowd went nuts.

Seconds later Bob threw a knife right at me. It missed but he got away by jumping out the window. The next day a policeman returned to the court with Bob in the back of his buggy. I yelled “he’s Caught he is finally gone forever!”

From that moment on i promised to be good for the rest of my life, and to tell the Judge or an adult whatever I saw that was bad. me and Joe remained friends but now we are not allowed to go in alleyways anymore.

The Gravity

By Joe Malone “I can’t believe i'm here right now,” said Carson, the eighteen year old boardshop owner. He had never thought that he would be at this race. The year was 1985, Carson was only eight.

Longboarding was at its peak, everybody was a longboarder. He was sure that he was either going to be a professional longboarder and travel around the world or open a skate shop in his hometown when he grows up. He was saving up money from then on and he kept on daydreaming about the name of his shop and what street it will be on. He was always a good mannered kid, smart and he has good grades. He would get ten dollars every time he got a ninety-five or over on a test or quiz. He was hooked, as his parents would say.

As he became older, he became more involved. He would help out at local races and he took up and opportunity he had for money. On his fourteenth birthday, he applied for as many jobs he could. He eventually got one for a local landscaper. Over the course of six years, he had three jobs. He made about ten thousand dollars in six years. He was almost halfway there to having enough money. Then his birthday came. He always got a lot of money. Three years passed, three birthdays came, and he was ready. He began searching around for the right

priced store for rent. He found it! He was finally ready. He got the word out. They were opening in two months, june fourth. The name of the shop was the gravity.

He ordered all the favorites, Omen, Loaded, Landyachtz, Bustin and Sector Nine.

He ordered wheels for every type of riding, freeride, freestyle, tech sliding and downhill. He had a staff, him and three of his friends. their names were logan, cory and ian. Logan was a full blown longboarder and all he wanted to do was longboard. Cory was way more laid back and has been known to have the personality of bob marley. He also has that laid back style of longboarding; very free flowing. Ian was not as good as the others but very smart and good with numbers. His family is in debt so he jumped at the offer to join carson and the others. They made a lot of money on opening day, 3,563 dollars to be exact. They all went home with 750 dollars just from that one day. Imagine what they might be walking home with all this week! A few days later they found out, 2,000 dollars. that was almost as good as their parents. The sales died down after another week, and either the pro longboarder looking for another set of wheels to core or a little grom coming in to start their longboard career came in to buy. “The Maryhill Festival of Speed is coming up and we really wanted to be one of the skate shops to sponsor it” said Carson. “I think that we should start a bit smaller dude” said Cory, ‘I mean, all of the big shops sponsor it like daddies and motionboardshop.”

“Yeah I totally agree with cory” said Ian, “maybe we should start a little smaller.”

They started sponsoring some local beasts like Conrad Wolf and Joe Lopez.

Almost all of the locals knew them so they would help get the shop to be more popular. They talked around with local skaters and eventually set up a slide jam.

The shop had some of their best selling boards and wheels there. It was a big turnout and they even made a couple hundred dollars. Then Conrad had a great idea. They should do a best slide, longest slide and best trick contest! Whoever won each of these events would win a free sector nine deck and one hundred fifty dollars. He presented the idea to Ian. “I like it! We’ll lose a bit of money but it will get our name out there” Ian said. The skaters really liked the idea and the contests were underway! The winners were very pleased and everybody went home happy regardless of having cuts or not. They did another one of these and the outcome was the same. Then they were invited to a professional slide jam/ race; the San Pedro Shred. Everybody flocked over to their tent to see the newcomers. Joe Lopez and Conrad Wolf both did very good in the competition. The three friends received tips for running a business and some of the bestselling products. The Gravity was then frequently going to festivals and sponsoring more people. Then on june 15, the Gravity got a call. They were invited to the Maryhill Festival of Speed! Carson was so stoked! They had finally made it! He told everybody. He had it all planned out by the end of the day. None of the Gravity sponsored skaters won first place, but Joe Lopez came in third and Conrad Wolf came in fourth.

Expect The Unexpected __________________________________

By Alexis Mastrelli

My name is Tyler Smith. I’m 16 years old. I live in Los Angeles, California with my mom, dad, and little sister who is 8. My mom and dad own a recording studio so they are always busy with work. They never seem to have time for my sister and me anymore.

For the past few weeks there have been announcements on the radio and news regarding kidnappings and burglaries around the area. The police still have not found out any information about who this kidnapper/robber could be. They asked if anyone knew someone who could be participating in this type of activity, and if they did, they should report it to the police as soon as possible. My parents told me that I should look after my sister Brooks and keep her safe till they get back from their business trip. They gave me $500.00 for emergency money. To be honest, I’m a little scared. I don’t want anything to happen to my family or even me.

“I’m tired. Can you tuck me in?” Brooks asked.

“Sure,” I replied.

As I was tucking her in, I heard a noise. It sounded like a creek and it was getting closer, and closer, and closer... Then I heard a bang. It was coming from downstairs.

“Tyler don’t go. Don’t leave me here alone!” Brooks yelled.

“I have to go. Trust me, I have to keep you safe. Now go hide in the closet.”

I tried to be as quiet as I could while walking down the steps. I didn’t know what to expect at all and I couldn’t stop thinking about Brooks. When I got downstairs I heard more banging and I figured out that it was coming from my parents’ room. I walked slowly and carefully being fully aware of my surroundings. I stood outside my parents’ room, barely peeking in. Then I felt a tug on my shirt. It was Brooks.

“Get back upstairs!” I demanded.

“No I’m scared,” she argued.

Then, as I took a step and looked over, there he was, a tall, Caucasian man wearing all black and holding a black duffle bag filled to the top with some of my mother’s jewelry and money.

“Don’t move,” he said in a serious tone.

Before I knew it, he grabbed my sister who was attached to my legs, crying, and pushed me down. Then he headed for the door. I tried to get up and chase him but he was too fast. He left in a white van with graffiti on the back.

Even though I only have my learner’s permit I couldn’t wait. I jumped into my dad’s Jaguar and tried to the best of my ability to follow them. He made a couple of turns and then started driving into this dark alley. I’ve never seen this part of town before. Then he started to slow down near a small cottage house. I tried not to get too close so he wouldn’t see me. As he got out of the car another man came out of the house and opened the back of the van. They both grabbed about 10 duffle bags, probably filled with stolen property. I also saw my sister who had duct tape wrapped around her hands, feet, and one strip over her mouth.

I texted my friend Jake who I knew I could trust to come and meet me there.

After about 15 minutes of waiting and thinking about a plan to get Brooks, Jake finally arrived. We discussed a plan to try to get into the house, hide, and then figure out where Brooks was.

We walked into the backyard of the little house. There we saw a door which was wide open. We got a little closer and saw that there was no one there. I walked in first and then made a wave motion to tell Jake that it was ok to come in. When we got in, there were steps that led to a basement and another open room to the left. In the room there were lots of bags.

“She must be in the basement,” Jake whispered.

“Shh, do you hear that?” I asked.

It sounded like yelling between two guys. It was coming from upstairs though. Jake and I ran down to the basement trying to be as quiet as we could.

When we got down there, there were two doors.

“Brooks, are you there?” we said.

Then we heard crying which was coming from the right door. It was locked.

There was a jar on a very high shelf near the two doors which was holding keys.

There were about 5 different keys in the jar. After our 3rd attempt, we finally got the door open.

There we saw Brooks. I felt like the happiest guy in the world!

“Tyler!” she exclaimed.

“I’m here,” I comforted.

She had a couple of scrapes and cuts on her body. Jake and I carried her to a door we found in the basement which lead outside. We went up a couple of steps and walked to the car.

“Are you okay?” I asked.

“Yes I feel okay,” she replied.

“Lets get out of here!” Jake said.

Brooks and I nodded. We got home, gathered some of our belongings, and the emergency money my parents gave me and stayed in a hotel till my parents got home.

Tiny Dancer

By Bryan Matusow So there she was, a great dancer named Brooke. She was ten years old.

Brooke was a pretty impressive dancer for a ten year old . She took any chance she could get to dance; she justed loved it. She danced at Northeast Dance Academy which was a very hard dance studio to get into, but as I said, she was a very impressive dancer for a ten year old. Brooke does all kinds of dance: jazz, tap, ballet, lyrical, etc...

One Saturday morning Brooke walked into dance class. As she was learning her new solo, she fell and hurt her foot. “ I think I hurt my foot. I can't move it!” exclaimed Brooke as she hopped on one foot.

Her teacher Lisa came over and checked it out, “Yeah, its pretty swollen,” Lisa replied as she picked Brooke up and carried her to the bench and called her mom into the room.

“Brooke was doing her dance and she fell and hurt her foot I think you should take her to the doctor,” suggested Lisa. Brooke’s mom took a look at her foot and took her right to the doctor. Brooke’s mom carried Brooke into the doctor's office.

The doctor took a look and said, “What happened here?”

“Brooke was dancing and took a little fall,and now she can’t move her foot.”

“Well as I looking at Brooke’s foot it looks like she has bruised it she can’t dances for five weeks .” said the doctor

“ Mom! What do I do; the competition is next week, and I have a solo. Lisa is counting on me,” cried Brooke. She had been practicing for weeks, and this was a major setback.

“Everything will be ok, now lets go home.”

Brooke and her mom go home. Brooke is lying on the couch with her foot up on the table ‘I'm going to go make dinner,” stated Brooke’s mom. The next thing you know Brooke wasn’t on the couch anymore.

“Brooke? Brooke? Where are you?” No answer “Brooke!” Still no answer.

“Where could she be?” her mom thought. After an hour of looking for Brooke she finds a note on the table saying “I have your daughter,and if you want her back I need ten million dollars.”

“But i don’t have ten million dollars” thought brookes mom She found another note saying “meet me behind her dance studio at 3:45 P.M. tomorrow.” So she did so, but nobody was there. She waited there for a minute or so and Lisa brookes dance teacher came out with Brooke “LISA! WHY WOULD YOU KIDNAP MY DAUGHTER? I THOUGHT YOU LOVED HER!” “ I do love her. I kidnapped her cause all I ever wanted is a daughter and i don’t have enough money to adopt one,and i guess since you guys are kind of wealthy I kidnapped Brooke” exclaimed Lisa.

“So am i going to get Brooke back ?” questioned brookes mom.

“Of course, I guess i just overreacted a little” said Lisa

So Lisa went to get Brooke from the car and wasn’t there. Lisa and Brooke’s mom called the police. After a few hours of the police looking they still couldn’t find her. Brooke’s mom look at all the possible places she could be,still couldn’t find her.

Brooke’s mom starting crying hysterically she went to go check the house and found blood drops on the kitchen floor she followed were they led up to and saw Brooke on the floor dead. Brooke’s called the police “ I JUST CAME HOME FROM LOOKING FOR MY DAUGHTER FOR HOURS AND FOUND HER ON THE FLOOR DEAD COME FAST!” The police came and investigated it turns out that the doctor they went to earlier followed them home and killed Brooke.

A Dog’s Best Friend Jessie Maurer As I was lying in my, oh so comfortable doggy bed I was thinking, isn’t it about time for food right about now. Then I heard it. There was my best friend Ralph pouring my food into my bowl. Wahoo!!!!! It was food time. I sprint as fast as I can into the kitchen and gobble up every bit of my food thinking about how delicious this extra meaty kibble is. Ralph watches me and says good boy to me when I finish.

After dinner Ralph always takes me for my walk. It was about time for that, so Ralph pulls out the leash and straps it on.

Ralph and I strut around the neighborhood with our heads held high when I see the love of my life Maisy and her owner Jessica. With Maisy’s hair flowing in the wind and looking all pretty, her owner stops to get a chat going with Ralph so I thought now was the time to talk to her also.

“Hi Maisy,” I say nervously.

“Hi Rowdi. How are you?”

“I’m good,” I scarily spit out.

“That’s nice,” said Maisy trying to keep the conversation going.

I look up at my owner and see he is also getting his flirt on. I hear him say a nice goodbye, so I decide now would be a good time. So I quickly swoop in and give Maisy a quick kiss.

“Bye,” I say happily.

“Bye,” Maisy blushes.

I am super happy, I thought, and I would say Ralph felt the same way. I was so high up in the clouds I thought nothing could dampen my mood, but then I saw mean old Mr. McDonald and I knew he was up to no good. Mr. McDonald and I had never been friends and I knew he didn’t like me. He turned on his swagger meter to ten as he was walking through the streets as if he was worth a million bucks. Mr. McDonald takes a nice big stick and BAM!!!! He whips me. I was so upset and I went after him running top speed and attacked him.

I was biting, scratching and clawing. I could tell I had given him scars that will last him his whole lifetime. After I was done he ran away like a scared little girl screaming, “Mommy!!! Mommy!!!”

“ROWDI!!!” screamed Ralph. “How could you?”

I could tell he was super mad at me and I would be in the doghouse tonight.

And yes I was right. Not only was I in the doghouse, but also I had less food, less play time, and absolutely no walks. It was just terrible. A day or two had gone by but still no forgiveness and still no love, it felt like one or two weeks though, but finally Ralph caved in, gave me a great big hug and said: “Don’t you ever do that again? I don’t want to have to be a parent I want to be a friend and not punish you. I love you boy.” poured out Ralph.

Sadly these were the last words Ralph had said to me before I was “dognapped”, but let me tell you what happened first.

I woke up early the next morning way before Ralph and used the doggy door to let myself out. It was a breezy nice summer morning. The sun was shining, the birds were whistling and the dogs were talking...just how I like it. I was simply relaxing there minding my own business when mean old Mr. McDonald comes along. At first he was by himself, but then a huge van pulled up and as Mr. McDonald throws me into the van he says, “I hope it was worth it dog.” That’s when I realized what was happening. I was being “Dog-napped.”

As I was in the car going who knows where to do whatever, all I could help but think about was poor Ralph. He would wake up in 1 hour and wonder where I am. He would check his room, his mom’s room, outside, and my doggy bed, but I would not be there. My next thought was about poor, cute, helpless, sweet, nice, little Maisy. She would miss me terribly and as soon as Jessica found out Maisy

would know too and they would both be devastated. That’s when I decided to think about my escape plan. I was thinking for like five minutes, but then Mr. McDonald got McDonald’s, which is kind of ironic, and I zoned out thinking about those white, juicy, meaty ‘Chicken McNuggets’.

After Mr. McDonald finished I was able to think. I thought that eventually we would have to stop, and he would have to open up the back door to let me pee or something like that and once he did that I would be able to make my move, but I just have to recognize where I am. Once when we went to Ohio for Ralph’s basketball tournament we had to drive through this area. I estimated I was a 30minute drive from home, but soon I would have to get out.

About three minutes later I was let out to go to the bathroom. As Mr. McDonald’s strange friend was strapping this leash onto me, I bolted. I could hear them screaming, “SOMEONE STOP THAT DOG!!!!” and all of the sudden a bunch of random pedestrians were diving after me trying to catch me. After I couldn’t hear their voices, I ran about five more minutes until I knew I had lost them.

It felt like I had been gone for about one hour. My tummy had just started to grumble and it seemed about breakfast time. I saw a few garbage bags and started to look through them in search for something to eat. I was able to find a few french fries and a half eaten pizza crust. Then I found a really cute stuffed

animal that reminded me of Ralph. Then I realized how much I missed Ralph and how this stuffed animal became my new best friend.

Everywhere I explored and went my new best friend was resting in between my top and bottom teeth. When I was scared in dark alleys, roaming around neighborhoods, and sleeping near park benches.

One night later I wake up in the morning and start walking towards home. I see a car pull up that I recognize, but I just can’t remember where I have seen it.

Then I see my best friend walk out of the car. My buddy Ralph. I was so happy. I run up to him, playfully jump on him and attack him with my kisses.

Ralph hugs me back then says “Get rid of that dirty stuffed animal and lets go home.” I remembered that Ralph is my best friend and not that dumb stuffed animal. I knew when I saw him how much I really did love him and realized I dont need anything when I have my best friend Ralph by my side. When I got home I felt a nice warm comfort and was glad to be back. I knew this is where I belong with my best friend and not some stuffed animal. When I was gone I realized how much I loved Ralph and my family.

The Baseball

By Nolan McDermott

My name is Andrew. I live in a suburban area in North Carolina. I lived here all my life and had always been an oddball. I tried everything to fit in. Did everything the cool kids did, and the coolest of them all Troy Fisher. I did everything he did. He played basketball, I played basketball. He played football, I played football. His favorite sport of all Baseball. Baseball the sport I was awful at. He could have liked any other sport anything but baseball. No matter how much I practiced I was still bad. Always picked last.

Everyday after school was out we went home grabbed our mitts and went over to the empty lot. Everyday we made new teams. Troy was always a captain because he was the best. We played until we ran out of balls because someone always hit it over the fence into Mr. Jenkins yard. Mr. Jenkins was mean. He never gave the balls we hit over the fence.

It all started when we were playing in the lot one day we had already picked teams and Troy was up to bat Him and the pitcher Billy Thomson were trash talking each other.

“Move in easy out.” yelled Billy.

“If you’re so confident I like to see you strike me out,” replayed Troy.

“Oh ya,” he threw the first pitch. Troy swung and missed “Don’t make this too easy.” He threw the second pitch. Troy missed again. “Come on this is too easy!” He threw the third pitch. Troy smashed it right into Mr. Jenkins yard. Mr. Jenkins always took our ball into his house and never gave them back. There had to be at least a thousand balls in there.

“Come on, now we can’t play anymore that was our last ball.” An argument broke out between everybody. Just then I remembered that my dad had a ball in a display case in our living room. I was signed by someone named Jackie Robinson who I had known idea who he was at the time.

“I think I have another ball at home.” I muttered.

“Well go get it!” yelled everybody at the same time. I ran home and snuck into the house, so my mom didn’t notice I was taking the ball. I opened the case and grabbed the ball. It was fresh like it was never touched before. I ran back to the lot, and gave it to Billy. He didn’t notice the signature.

“Alright lets play.” said Billy.

“Your up.” said Troy. I grabbed the bat and stepped up to the base. The first pitch he threw I hit right out of the park into Mr. Jenkins yard. I got to second before I noticed.

“Oh no.” I whispered to myself. I stop dead in my tracks.

“What are you doing?” yelled Troy “That wasn’t my ball.”

“What do you mean?”

“That was my dads ball he keeps it in a case for something,” I replied “It was signed by someone. I think it was Jackie Robinson” “Jackie Robinson!!” Screamed the whole team.

“Do you know how much that is worth!” yelled Troy.

“No” “Jackie Robinson was the first African American baseball player his signature is worth a ton.”

“That’s why my dad kept it in a case. Can you guys help me get it back?”

“No way that Mr. Jenkins you’re talking about.” The rest of the team agreed except Troy.

“I will help you get it, tomorrow night.”

“Are you crazy, that’s Mr. Jenkins. He would kill you if he found out you were in there.” argued Billy.

“Well I’m not going to let him go alone!”

I waited nervously the rest of that day and the next. Hoping my dad would not notice his prized baseball gone.

I met Troy at the lot he said to be in front of Mr. Jenkins house at 12. He had a plan to get the ball.

That night I snuck of my house and got to Mr. Jenkins house. Troy was already they’re waiting for me. His told me that his plan was to sneak through an unlocked window. I went through first. As soon as my foot hit the floor the floorboards creaked.

"Shhh, be lighter on your feet. The last thing we want to do is wake Mr. Jenkins." Troy whispered.

"There it is." I whispered. Right on the living room table was the ball. It stilled looked the same. My dad would never know it was gone. I grabbed it, but just as we were about to leave I knocked over a lamp.

"Hide." I said in the hushed voice. I rolled under the couch. While Troy went under the table. We heard the bedroom door open, and Mr. Jenkins walk out towards the living room. He stepped right in between Troy’s faces and me. I could feel the wind come off his foot. He bent down to look at the lamp. I swear he saw Troy, or me but he just kept walking around. I could feel his every movement, and hear his footsteps. To this day I still have no idea how he didn't find is. He just looked around for another two minutes or so. Then just went back to his bedroom.

"Let's get out of here." Whispered Troy. We ran as fast as we could to get out of there.

"Thank you." I said as we were walking home.

"Hey, don't mention it." he replied. From that day on Troy and I became best friends. I was not an oddball anymore. He even taught me how to play baseball better.

THE CANTEEN CANDY CAPER

by Zack Mersand

So there I was, staring at the ceiling of bunk 2A. My bed was too hard, my pillow was too soft and the chirping sound of crickets was piercing my brain! The temperature was still above 80 degrees and it was the middle of the night! Sleep was impossible. I’m not sure my first summer at sleepaway camp is going to be everything I imagined it would be.

“Zack, Zack, wake up!” my bunkmate Jordan yelled. Revele was blowing and we had 5 minutes to get to roll call. It seemed I had just drifted off to sleep when I was so rudely interrupted!

Being that it was my first summer, I really didn’t have any friends yet, but this kid Jordan seemed pretty cool. He was a little taller than me. He was also a little wider than me too. This was a result of his obvious love of candy. He had a huge stash hidden under his bed that he snuck in from home. I could hear the wrappers in the middle of the night and sometimes he would wake up with chocolate on his face! Even though Jordan loved junk food, he was a really good athlete, which immediately made us fast friends, considering sports is my life!

We had four counselors; Jake, Scott, Bobby and Sam. They were all pretty cool except Sam. There was something very strange about him but I couldn’t put my finger on it... but it didn’t take long until we figured out!

Jordan and I were in a heated basketball game on the court next to the lake. We were about to take the winning shot when Jordan lost control. The ball rolled down an embankment into the wet, muddy bushes next to the lake. “Go get it!” I yelled at Jordan “No way am I going in there, there’s snakes and frogs in there” he said.

“You lost the ball, now you have to go get it!” I screeched. After arguing back and forth and really wanting to win this game, we decided we would both go look for the ball.

We were in the woods searching for the basketball when we heard the leaves rustling, the branches crackling and what sounded like footsteps. We both looked around at the the same time and saw a large, hairy figure disappear into the woods!

This thing was scary looking! We were terrified, but we tried to follow the dark shadow as it escaped. We lost sight of it and all that were left were giant footprints!

“Did you see that?” I asked Jordan. I was so scared my teeth were chattering.

“How could I have missed it! What in the world was that?” Jordan questioned nervously. “I don’t know, but I do know we need to get out of here, and quick!” I answered. We didn’t say a word about what we saw when we returned to the basketball court. We knew the other kids would never believe us.

After showering for dinner, Jordan and I decided we would sneak out after lights out to try and get another look at the creature in the woods. We grabbed our flashlights after everyone else fell asleep and headed back to the spot of the sighting. Jordan’s pockets were filled with candy for the walk there, but I was too

nervous to eat. “What are you doing with all that candy?” I asked him. “I eat when I’m nervous, I can’t help it!” Jordan said with a full mouth of Hershey Kisses. We got to the spot we were that afternoon. “You see anything?” I asked. “Nope” he mumbled with his teeth stuck together from starbursts.”But I’m not sure I want to see anything!” he cried.We waited a while, but it was getting late, so we headed back to the bunk.

The next morning our camp division leader made an announcement that someone had broken into the canteen and stole all of the candy! He instructed, “Anybody that knows who stole the candy must speak up now!” Nobody said a word, but Sam, our counselor was glaring accusingly at Jordan! Later on Jordan got called into the office. “I know you stole the canteen candy” the division leader, Mike accused. “No way! It wasn’t me!” Jordan protested. Mike told Jordan that Sam had shown him Jordan’s stash under his bed! “I snuck that in from home!

Truly!” cried Jordan, but nobody believed him! The punishment for stealing was to be sent home immediately! “Oh no! No way! I can’t lose my best friend! “I said.

“We have to prove you didn’t do it.” “How?” asked Jordan, “It’s Sam’s word against mine, and they found all my candy!” “Maybe it was that creature we saw in the woods!” I said. “Ok, but how can we prove it?” asked Jordan. “Tonight we are going to head back to the woods and stay there all night if we have to” I said, “And, we need to bring a camera and get proof!” We headed back after everyone was sleeping and hid in the woods. It felt like we were there for hours, when we

heard the leaves rustling and branches snapping. We were terrified! “What should we do?” Jordan asked. “Just be ready with the camera, we need proof if this is who or what broke into the canteen.” I said. All of a sudden we saw a shadow of a hairy figure! It sat down and started to unwrap and eat all kinds of candy; chocolate bars, jelly beans, gummy bears and licorice! We snapped a picture and ran for our lives.

“Did you get it? Did you get the picture?” I questioned Jordan, out of breath. “I think so,” he said “Let’s check the camera!” We looked at the picture and couldn’t believe our eyes! It wasn’t a creature at all, it was our counselor Sam! He was wearing a big brown sweatshirt with a fur hood and huge boots. We were shocked!

We escaped unnoticed and now we had the proof we needed to show Jordan is innocent.

We took the camera to our division leader and showed him the picture we captured of Sam in eating the stolen candy. Sam was immediately fired and sent home. Jordan and I are now in our fifth year of sleepaway camp together and we are still best friends. Jordan learned his lesson that first summer and leaves the candy ay home!

The Other Side Juliette Milber

There I was, mining in the field. It was a quiet day; no one found any iron yet. So I dug, and dug, and dug. We were getting close to the separation wall, but its height reached the clouds, and I was in no danger of ever knocking that fourteen mile wide wall down. And then I went on with my day.

The year was 2478, and its pretty good. Then again I have nothing to compare it to. Our history in the textbooks is “The problem got out of hand, and all females and males had to be separated,” or something like that. I didn’t really pay attention in school. Actually, I don’t really know what a female is either. No one does.

As I wander, digging, I find this...um...this... thing. I don’t know what it was.

It was words, but they were on a stack of paper, connected paper. It was just a lot of words inside. Maybe 300,000? On the front it said, “Romeo and Juliet”, but I don’t know who any of those people were. So, I started to look at the words... until my boss came.

“Zenith, Cobalt, come! They fernia is about to start,” Flanders screams. He’s such a nerd sometimes. The fernia starts in 15 minutes, and were right near the #23 Fernia. I go anyway; better late than dead. I quickly sneak the book into my dirty suit. It’s barely silver anymore.

I hate fernias. Rumor has it that a long time ago they didn’t even have one, but they had something like the Pledge Flavored Lemons. So there goes Merwin Moesbee, some type of government of official, (I don’t pay attention) on the hologram screen as he speaks, “We surrender to our government as we unite as men to our sector. All bad shall be banned to the dungeons. Let us say together, to manhood!”

“To manhood!” the crowd cheers. I don’t understand why we have to walk to the nearest fernia station just to praise our government for 5 minutes and then leave.

When they call work over, I go to my pod. I share it will 3 other people. Yes, I know, I’m cheap. So I pull my red curtain over my bed and sneak the connected paper with me.

I read those words. I couldn’t get my mind off of what I was comprehending. I didn’t understand; it fascinated me. “My child is yet a stranger in the world” pondered me.

“What’s a child?” I ask myself, “or what’s a female, or a girl?” I finally finished, taking me hours. As thoughts soar through my brain like an eagle on a windy day, I find my peace of mind and fall asleep.

I wake up that morning as I see people gathered around the adult lab outside.

I guess they discovered something new. I never understood how they made adults

with just iron and air. Sometimes I wonder, well, I really don’t actually. I don’t care.

I still had the book in my left pocket, so before work I headed to the food digestor station. My best friend Nelson works there; he’s a sneak. He does all weird kinds of things. Sometime he goes outside after curfew. So I sneak up to him at the station, smooth and silent.

“Nel, Nel! You ever see one of d’ese?” I whisper. He pauses for a second, then gasps.

“Dude, no way. That’s a book!” He replies, trying to hold in his excitement, “I’ve only dreamt about them! There like stories, but on paper.” I understood him, but barely had any clue what he was actually describing.

“Nelson, don’t think I’m stupid, but what’s a girl? And a child?” I recite. He quickly grasps his hand over my mouth and yanks me into a closet nearby.

“Be quiet!” he screams, “Legend says those are things are from many centuries ago. There supposed to be males like us, but were supposed to be attracted to them.”

I interupt, “Attracted? Like they’re magnetic?”

“No, no. I thought that at first to. Its described to be like a spiritual attraction. You fall in love. I think loves a portal to happy place, but I’m not sure.

The girls are rumored to be over... over... over the wall.”

I felt warm as I stood. I kept standing. I slowly slid. I walked. I walked faster. Faster. Jogging. Running. Sprinting. Closer. Closer. Closer. I was there, banging. I knew what I was: trapped.

I ran along the wall, looking for exits; there were none so far. Out of pure hope, I find a cave. I don’t know where I was. It was deserted. My feet were soar and gorey. My head was throbbing and drips of sweat ran down my face. I squeezed threw small holes and swiveled on narrow paths, until I saw a light in the distance. I saw them.

They were of many sizes. And then it hit me. Literally. A bullet straight threw my brain. I turn. It was the president.

I didn’t care I died. I had nothing better to do. Mine for my life? NO. As soon as I floated to the sky, I saw colors never described before; unknown creatures and treasures. But what rewarded me the most, is that I did it.

Tidal Wave By: Julianna Moreland

I have been stuck. Alone and scared I make my way to the rock, where I sit and think. I am Becca, born Rebecca Sherman of Deer Park, Long Island. People used to call me Becca, when I was little. I still like the name. I have been stuck on this island for about 3 weeks. My family came to Costa Rica for a week vacation when I decided to take a boat ride off the coast. My parents agreed, only because I was 16. For if I was younger, the answer would have been NO WAY! I went on the boat only with my cell phone at hand. The ride was rough, as we went farther out. There was one big shake of the boat, and my phone got knocked out of my hands. Not long after that, there was a huge tidal wave. It knocked the whole boat over and I seemed to be the only one that survived. There were sticks and plastic from the boat all over the rocky sea and I grabbed one. I rode it for 4 days until I found this simple island. For the first week, I ate only plants that I knew for sure weren't poison, like oak leaves and bark. For the next 2 weeks I ate bugs, just bugs.

You learn to deal with things when you are all alone. This is where I am now, eating my water beetle on a rough rock.

After my buggy meal, I walked the perimeter of the island, for I did this everyday. I felt I needed to know this island. But today I felt something inside me,

a strange feeling that today was going to be different. I stopped at a cave to catch my breath.

“Grrrr”, a quiet voice growled behind me.

I quickly whipped my head around to only find a wild puppy. It seemed sweet, and from my perspective it didn't have rabies. It stopped growling and rolled over as I put my arm down to pet him. The puppy was small and grey. It had a few white speckles. I walked away from the puppy because I don't know how to take care of a puppy. I could barely take care of myself! I have been eating insects for the past two weeks! The puppy followed me as I walked the rest of the perimeter.

The island was tiny, but I still couldn't memorize the edges of it.

“I guess I can keep him”, I thought to myself.

We walked back to the straw hut I made for myself. It was small, but it worked as a shelter against the ever-changing weather. I named the puppy Jake, after my brother. He lay down and I walked away to fetch us some food, which I did not need at the moment. I found some animals! There were about 6 small chickens. I found a round stick that I used for a spear. I killed only 2, so that there would be some for later. I made a nice fire only with sticks as I was taught on a small camping trip when I was a Girl Scout. Jake settled and took a rest right by my side and we fell asleep.

About another week had gone by.

Jake was growing faster than I was. I was tired of being on this stupid island. I made a tiny raft out of bones I found on the island. I added twigs and leaves from my house on the raft to make a roof to cover Jake and me if there was weather. I found some feathers and pine needles to make a sack to use to hold food. Lastly, I gathered all the chicken meat, berries, leaves, and tree bark I could find. I also made purified water by heating it in a large bowl I made out of softened rock.

It was time to leave. It was barely morning and I knew I would eventually find a boat or a piece of land that is civilized within two days. It didn't take me long to get here, so it shouldn't take me long to get back. I hopped on the raft slightly pushing it away as I pick up Jake. He looked hungry, so I fed him a very tiny piece of chicken that I didn't want to eat. He enjoyed it. I took a stick and started paddling and pushing on the water. We were so far away! After a while, the island couldn't be seen. A big storm looked like it was heading my way. Jake and I went under the little roof I made to go to sleep.

When I woke up, the storm was just starting. Wave by wave, each one shaking the raft harder and harder each time. I started to get really worried and I could see in Jake's eyes, he was worried too. I took some of the blanket that I made out of leaves and put it over our little roof to lock us in. I grabbed all the food and rushed inside the new "shack" I made. We stayed there for a long time

awake and thirsty. But I had an idea. I took the water bowl and tied it down to the front of the raft to collect rainwater for us to drink. I waited about an hour and untied it. I brought it back inside and let Jake take a few sips. I took some too. I slowly fell back asleep.

This time when I woke up, it was thundering and lightning. Before I could think about the weather, I went to the front of the raft to get some supplies I needed.

I was immediately knocked off. The waves pushed my farther and farther away from the raft. I swam as fast as possible and regained my strength. I got back on the raft and made my way inside. The leaf blanket had been swept away and Jake and I were uncovered. I fed him some chicken and then took a bite for myself.

I was watching the storm and the waves as a big tidal wave, about the size of the one that knocked the boat over came by and tipped the raft. As I was slowly sinking in the freezing water, I woke up in my bedroom to find this was all just a scary dream.

The Treasure Hunt

By Halle Nahoum One day in Beach Lake, Pennsylvania two boys in third grade were at lunch. Their names are Alex and Brandon. Alex is a very nice, outgoing and creative. He usually thinks of the plans for their adventures. His best friend is Brandon. He is very quiet shy, but once you get to know him he is very funny. He is very smart and helps with the adventures. Alex and Brandon have an interest in pirates and treasure hunting. They decided to go on a search for treasure.

Their teacher has a pirate book so they decided to look at it. They knew that there would be places where there would be treasure so they looked through the book. They reached the last page and found nothing. Then they looked through the book again and found a map. They took the map and gave back the book.

The next day during recess they were looking at the map and noticed that there was treasure in Honesdale, Pennsylvania the next town over. They decided tomorrow night they would go and find the treasure, but they couldn’t do that alone. After class they went up to their teacher. “ Mr. Crocker, can we ask you a question?” Brandon asked shyly, scared that he would say no.

“Of course you can Brandon” Mr. Crocker responded.

“Okay well me and Alex were thinking about going treasure hunting and we were wondering if you would like to join us,” Brandon said.

“I would love to. How about you boys meet me at school at six,” Mr. Crocker said excitedly.

He had a secret plan that the boys didn’t know. Then the boys left and packed their bags for the next day.

After school the next day they all met at six and headed towards Honesdale.

When they arrived at the haunted mansion they walked into a room, but we didn’t find anything. Then we went into the bedroom and Mr. Crocker locked them in.

They could get out!

They started screaming “Help! Help! Let us out!”

Mr. Crocker said, “I’m not letting you boys out until I find the treasure. I have been looking for this my whole life and now I will finally get it.” The boys were both shocked. They tried to open the window to escape, but it was jammed!

They looked through their bags and noticed their walkie-talkies. Alex turned his on and screamed “Hello! Hello! Is anyone there?” he was scared to death.

Brandon thought of an idea. He said, “I know what we can do! We can take the end of my shoelace and put it in the hole of the door to get out.” Alex thought it was a great idea so he gave it a try. He stuck his shoelace in the hole and the door unlocked! The boys were both so happy.

Alex screamed, “Lets get out of here!” Brandon agreed. But, they couldn’t Mr. Crocker standing there holding the treasure map. He took thirty steps to the left, ten steps straight and used the code to unlock a secret door. The boys followed

him upstairs into the third floor. Mr. Crocker thought he lost them so he continued.

He kept walking until he found a door; he put in a new code and walked upstairs to the secret fourth floor. Finally he went into the attic and started tearing up the floorboards. He thought he found the treasure, so he went under the floor. The boys crept into the room and closed the floorboards. They took a hammer and nails and locked Mr. Crocker under the floorboards. Then they ran straight home.

They told their parents about what had happened and their parents told the police. They went back there with the police and their parents the next day. The boys walked up stairs and led everybody into the attic and the police undid the floorboards. When the police opened it they found Mr. Crocker trying to get out.

The police helped him out and took him down to the station with the treasure.

When they got to the station they put Mr. Crocker in jail and talked to the boys.

The boys talked about what happened and then were asked to wait in the hallway.

The police decided to let the boys go and let them know the treasure was not work any money. Mr. Crocker would be put in jail for 9 months. In the meantime the boys got a nice, new teacher... Or well at least they think so.

The Tin Box By: Jacqueline Porter Bell One day there were two brothers named Liam and Vance. The two boys lived in Allentown, Pennsylvania in the year 1813.

“Mum!” Vance yelled, “Liam said he’s going to beat me up !” Liam was Vance’s little brother and they didn’t always get along.

“Liam, don’t bother your brother…and Vance quit tattling on Liam. You guys need to get some fresh air. Go play in the backyard.” She was happy to get some peace and quiet in the house.

The boys ran outside, racing to see who could get to the horses stable first After Liam won, he dug a big hole by the deck with his little shovel. Liam had just begun digging when his shovel hit something hard. He dug deeper and pulled a small tin box from the dirt. The outside was rusty, but he could tell the picture on it.

Vance wandered over to the stable.

“What’s that?”

“It’s a box that I found in the dirt,” Liam replied, adding quickly, “it’s mine.” Vance stuck his tongue out at his brother and leaned over to study the lock on the box.

Vance pried the rusty latch up and opened the box. The only thing inside was a folded up piece of paper. When Liam picked it up, he noticed that it was heavier than normal paper. The boys were very careful about unfolding it, and they managed to open the paper all the way up without tearing it. The heavy piece of paper turned out to be a huge map of a town called Allentown in Pennsylvania.

Then Vance and Liam noticed that it was the town that they lived in except the year was 2013 when they lived in the year 1813.

“It is probably just some junk” Liam said.

“I don’t th....” Vance tried to finish his sentence but the boys were soon sucked into the 2013 map. The boys got tossed around many times with both of them yelling and shouting for help.

Finally, the boys made it to the mysterious destination. Everything there seemed a lot newer and better than the town that they lived in. There were these big moving things with wheels that seemed to do the same thing a horse and a wagon would do(car) . They both decided to call it transporhorse. It seemed that it transported people and items. There were also these talking metal things. They appeared that they did the same thing that a human could do(robots). So they called

them humanators. There were people with updated and better devices that they would have never thought they would see in their lives. Then there were these little devices that you could communicate on. The man talking to the device seemed like he was actually having a conversation with him as if the person he was talking to was actually there(cell phone). So they boys decided to call it a voiceinator. Liam dropped the map of the town and then he noticed that his clothes were completely different. He was no longer wearing his traditional old fashioned clothes.

“So what do we do now?” Liam asked. “How are we going to get back home.”

“Don’t worry about it, we will get home soon somehow” Vance confirmed.

The two boys walked around observing the new updated town when they spotted a man using his voiceinator.

“Excuse me sir, do you know where we are, we are lost?” Liam asked.

“What do you mean do you know where you are?” the man asked. “Would you like to borrow my cell phone to call your parents” “What is a cellphone” they two boys asked at the same time.

“You guys must be joking. I’m sure you guys have one, you know the thing that you talk and have conversations with” the man said.

“Oh! Yes sir you mean the voiceinator” Liam confirmed.

“Yeahh.... sure that’s what it is called” the man assured. “How about you guys go and ask one of the robots i’m sure they can help you find your way”

“ What is a robot” Liam asked The man walked away clearly frustrated and then he shouted out, “I do not have any time for your games.”

The two boys walked over to one of the robots and then they soon found out that a robot was actually the humanators.

“Excuse m.....” Vance could not finish his sentence. The robot started to chase the two boys. Then they noticed that it was not just them that was being chased by the crazy robots,it was the whole town! The two boys ran for their lives just like all of the other pedestrians. The robots started to destroy everything!

There were cars flying everywhere and nothing was safe there. Then Vance quickly opened up the map hoping that the map would bring them back to their original town, and luckily it did.

The boys got sucked back into the map, tossed around and finally back to their original town. They arrived back at their cabin near their horse stable standing right next to the whole where they found the tin can.

“Now boys, where were you?” Vance and Liam's mum asked. “I have been worried out of my mind” “We found this little tin box and then we opened it up and then it sucked us into it and brought us into the year 2013 in Allentown, Pennsylvania. When we arrived their everything there was updated and better. There were these big tin things that are called robots a-and....” Liam explained excitedly.

Vance and Liam's mum stared at them blankly and clearly mad because she thought that they were lying when they really weren't.

“O- Really” Mum said sarcastically. “Go back inside, i'm telling Pop about this little adventure that you guys went on”.

The Vox By: Troy Richardson The sun was shining and flowers were starting to bloom when a sudden shock wave of sound came from about a hundred feet. You could hear the blood curdling screams of innocent people running from where the ships had landed. I was on my way to pick up my daughter when they invaded. I couldn’t save her in time. I can still hear her cries for help over and over again, “HELP! Dad please save mmm...” She started to say.

That all happened two months ago. I am now leading a rebellion to free the human race from these things.

“Derek, are you ok?” Greg asks.

“Yes, just daydreaming.” I faintly replied. “Alright let move out! The Vox are on their way to infect this area.”

“We evacuated the surrounding houses sir.” Jason firmly said “Good good we need to more

these people north so we can get them out of the vox territory.”

“SIR! THERE IS A VOX SCOUT FLYING OVER,” Yelled a Soldier.

“Dammit, we need to move now!” I screamed.

The ground was shaking you could hear the thump of one of their machines coming.

“UP HERE NOW EVERYONE!” I commanded.

As we all stumbled into the brush you could see it in the distance. It was steadily walking along. Something wasn’t right it wouldn’t just be here alone. Than we saw it a huge army of the vox.

“Oh my god. Its...its not possible.” Greg whispered fearfully “We’re dead we can’t fight that. That’s triple the size of our army.”

“Don’t say that” I replied. “We still have a chance.”

“Don’t you get it Derek were screwed!”? Jason yelled “Sh, you’re drawing attention to us.” I quietly said “Dammit some of them are coming over.”

“Derek I have a plan.” Greg whispered “We grab the Vox that are coming over and pretend to be them and escort the citizens to a safer area as prisoners.”

As we grabbed the Vox troops we slid into the suits and escorted the civilians across slowly. One of the Vox halted us and mumbled some weird words then let us go.

“We made it.” Greg whispered as we walked away. “Thank god.”

Everyone was glad we made it out alive.

“Now lets get to that base camp and win this war!” I said cheerfully “YA!” The crowd of people yelled.

3 months later we won the war against the Vox and we hope that an event like this wont happen again.

“Honey are you coming.” Jess asked.

“Yes just daydreaming.” I replied “Of the war.”

THE END

The Legend of the Kung Fu Panther

By Abhinav Srivastava

There he was, sad and upset. Ping Panther just couldn’t take it anymore. All those harsh comments about his Kung Fu really let him down. He knew he was the best, but why wouldn’t anyone realize it. They said that not even the ancient Gold Chain could make him better. The ancient Gold Chain was the key for ultimate Kung Fu and was hidden in the deep caves of the Huang Tai River. “ AAAAHHHHHHHHHH!”. What was that??!! The town alarm started screaming. Everyone was evacuating their homes and apartments. Ping didn’t know what was going on. Then, he looked up on the hill. There he was, the evil turtle Chung with his gang of pandas. He wasn’t just here to fight the Grand Master Shinju of the Chen Palace. He was here to get that gold chain from the deep caves of the Huang Tai River. Ping knew that Chung’s Kung Fu was no match for Ping’s. But since Ping was defeated last time against Chung, he wasn’t sure whether or not to save his home town. By the time he was done thinking, Chung had already arrived at the Chen Palace. There he attacked Grand Master Shinju and stole the Gold Chain. Ping couldn’t hold it in much longer. He was going to save that chain one way or another. He leaped and was gone for Chung and his gang of pandas, with the Gold Chain. Chung was too fast for a turtle. He had already arrived at his Chung Dungeon located on a mountain in TaiPei.

By nighttime, Ping had arrived and crept slowly up the Mountain to the door. There he was met by two guards, which he defeated in about under a minute.

Then he opened the door quietly and took a glance through the hole in the wall at Chung stroking his new prized possession, the Gold Chain. “Finally! After all these years it’s finally mine! Those 15 years of hard work really payed off. The Chen Palace is no match for the power of Chung the Turtle!”. Ping thought to himself, “How can i get the gold chain without being noticed.” Right at that moment Ping felt a tap on his back. In shock, he wondered who it could be.

He turned around and was happy it was his best friend Psy, ready to fight for the Chen Palace. Their new plan was to break in and take over, attacking everyone in sight. Ping, with one strong kick, broke the wall and leapt to his enemies kicking, punching, and defeating each and every single one. On the other hand, Psy was fighting the evil turtle Chung, who was unstoppable. Ping was in the middle of defeating his last panda, when all of a sudden he heard a loud scream. He looked at his friend Psy, dead on the ground, who fought like a hero. This brought Ping in tears. He dropped on his knees and sobbed, praying and hoping somehow this warrior would come back to life. But, it was too late. Psy was no more.

“Ahahahahahahahaha!” added Chung. “That’s what happens when you let such an amateur go against me. Ping, you are no match against the great power of me!”. Ping was furious, but at the same time, upset. Chung turned around to walk away when all of a sudden he got tackled to the ground. His shell cracked, which

was his only layer for protection. Ping was scratching, clawing, punching, and beating Chung up. Even though Chung was in hold of the Gold Chain, there was no way he could stop the beastly power of Ping.

Chung couldn’t take anymore. He lay there, dead and not moving. Ping stole the Gold Chain and went home, thinking about his friend who gave up his life for him. When he arrived to his hometown of Aki, he was greeted by everyone and congratulated. But all of this meant nothing to Ping now. He was invited to the Chen Palace by Grand Master Shinju. Shinju told him that from now on, Ping would be the grand master of the Chen Palace and that the Gold Chain was now in his possession.

The next morning, Ping got up early to go outside on the terrace and practice his Kung Fu. He heard a voice. “Thank you Ping. I am so happy and proud of my best friend who has now taken over the Chen Palace.” Ping turned around in shock that it was the spirit of Psy. Then, Psy announced, “One day we will meet again Grand Master Ping. One day...”

The Fighter It was a normal day in the dog days of summer in the year 2015.

The world was full of hate, disappointment, and unnecessary violence.

The world seemed to be coming to an end for many civilians, until one day a homeless, less fortune boy gifted with the supernatural powers saved us all. Michael Jordan jr. was born on December 25th 2000 in the streets of Detroit, Michigan. Young Michael was raised in poverty with no education, and no skills possessed what’s so ever. But there was something different about this boy that would make anyone wonder.

Michael always kept his head high through thick and thin. Every time a family member died, his teachers torment him and embarrass him, or if the rich children bully him because of his poverty, Mike just keeps moving forward. But something incredible happens to him that changed his life forever.

15 years later when the world was reaching it’s epitome of brutality and sins, a rich, wealthy mad scientist named David Wright emerged. He decided to use modern technology of the new world selfishly. He wanted to use this advancement in technology to create a legacy for himself.

David wanted the world at his feet, with the technology he used. He hired the meanest and toughest men who would create havoc all over North America and throughout the rest of the world, but the first thing he did was to kill all innocent lives in Detroit, Michigan. David did this, as the first plot of his plan was to take revenge of the closest areas nearby, sadly Michael’s whole family was killed in the bomb explosion set by David. The world needed help until one day Michael Jordan jr. became a legend and one of the best American heroes to walk this planet.

Michael was in his lab doing some experiments working with all of his potions and chemicals to make a new discovery that can cure diseases more frequently; after all he had a big heart. His attitude is what made him the person he is till date, never gives up and keeps his head and hopes high but was never really confident about himself. One rainy summer evening Mike was tired of the world not being peaceful as it once was, it was all over the news and every radio station on how the world is coming to end to many people especially to him. This did not sit well with

Mike because all of his life growing up with poverty was rough, knowing this fact he wanted many other people’s lives to better than his and suffer the way he did. So working very hard and long he tried to create something or anything that could fix the worlds problem right then. Mixing every single item in his lab together trying to find a way. But nothing happened, then for a while he thought and thought of doing something different that could give him maybe supernatural powers to take the world upon his hands to fight off David Wright and all the local unwanted social elements trying to wreck the world. But that seemed ridiculous to him after watching a decent amount of cartoons his life, that dream seemed to happen only in the fiction world. All hope was lost for him along with the rest of the people. Until one mystical looking creature in purple and gold stripes bites Mike in the neck. All of its venom spread through his body and that’s when he felt his body tingle and gain more muscle and BOOM! From his hands came a flash of light that damaged the walls, incredible athletic ability, the ability to fly, and most importantly super strength that could lift 5 whole busses in one hand. At that moment Mike realized something incredibly amazing had happened to him and was sure that he had became something impossible. At that moment his name was changed to “The Fighter”.

Michael was incredibly astonished by what had just happened, he didn’t know where to begin. Going back to his cartoons he remembered that almost every hero needs a sidekick. That’s when he thought of one of his best friend since his childhood, Kobe Bryant, whose family had also died in the explosion. So the next morning Mike goes to the gym to asks Kobe if he is in or not. “Hey Kobe I have to ask you something”. Mike had said seriously. “Whoa! It’s been quite some time since I’ve seen you, how are your experiments going at the lab”. Greeted by Kobe. “Listen this is serious.” Spoke again with seriousness in his eyes. “Well ok, what brings you by?”Curiously asked Kobe.

“Last night while I was in the lab working with the potions and such a very strange looking bug bit me on my neck and its venom made me do this.” Mike slowly lifted up his hands and opened it wide enough and..... ZAPPP. Kobe absolutely amazed questioned Mike. “Does anybody else know about this amazing incident that happened.”?

“No, and I intend to keep it that way, that’s why I’m here to ask you if you would like to assist me in my quest to bring the world back together and avenge the deaths of our families.”

With no hesitation Kobe confidently said, “I’m in”. “But first I need some

powers to make me assist you better” Kobe asked.

“Don’t worry you can gain some kind of ability from my DNA.” Mike assured Kobe.

“Ok then what about my name.” Kobe curiously asked.

“Oh I got a nickname for you.” Mike said joyfully. “The Black Mamba” That day Mike and Kobe worked the whole day in the lab trying to find strategies, techniques, create un and possibly more powers to take down the evil empire of David Wright along with his minions such as: Lebron James, Kevin Garnett, Matt Harvey, Rex Ryan, Tom Brady, David Ortiz, Shaq, etc.

Then it hit Mike that they should: First f kill each and every one of David’s associates, infiltrate the technology and destroy his headquarters, (Shea Stadium) restore the world back in place, and finally kill David publicly in front of the whole world to see.

Later that night both “The Fighter” and “The Black Mamba” went out that night looking for trouble as they successfully took out all the minions from the U.S.A to China.

Everything was going well until they reached Shea Stadium where they saw David with all the machines in the world ready to fire at Mike and Kobe. Mike was ready to fight but that’s when Kobe went over to Davis’s side. Confused by what just happened Mike asks “Kobe is something wrong with you why are you over there along side that mad man.”

“Well if it isn’t “The Fighter” who decides to try to mess with me the all mighty David Wright and his plans to take over this world. You see I have kept my eye on you thanks

to your pal Kobe over here as a little spy of mine informing me your every move.” grimacing as he spoke “Why are you doing this Kobe”? Asked Mike “Because I need a place to stay with all the things that I need to survive with, and David has offered this all to me as long as I do anything he says. See that bug that bit you was a creation by him that was by accident set loose, so once word came out that the bug bit you Mr. Wright told me to do anything I can to find out more info about you till date.” replied Kobe “Ready to see your parents “Fighter”. “David said eagerly Just at that moment when everything fired, Kobe stood right in front with a shield that deflected everything back to David and destroyed EVERYTHING. This surprised Mike

so much that all he could do is stare in disbelief.

“Kobe you just saved the world,” screamed Mike “No, my shield that I made while was undercover did. Half force field half shield that cover up to the whole continent.”

After that moment the world was as many can say put back together. People never felt more alive, and seemed to be a brighter future ahead. Kobe found a home, thanks to his friend Carmelo Anthony. Most of all Michael Jordan jr. was remembered as a hero but never died as a legend.

The Great Escape Michael Tersigni My name is Raven Dekap; I used to live in California, Los Angeles. I am an architect, I have black hair and blue eyes, and I am five foot six. I have no family except my brother; they were all killed in a plane crash. They call me the black crow. My brother and I were wrongly accused of several murders we didn’t commit. They say we killed at least twenty-five people in a massacre.

The last day of our trial at the courthouse we were sentenced to death, but I had a plan that was destined to work. I would run and jump out the window escaping with my brother. We raced to my house to take our luggage that we had packed before the trial, we got into my Shelby

Cobra and I raced off. I had already told my lawyer that this was going to happen because there was no evidence on my side.

So here I am, with my brother, in Oxford, Great Britain. We just got word from a friend of mine that the United States government told Great Britain that escaped fugitives might be there. They also told European authorities to be on the lookout for escaped criminals.

Now it’s Thursday, 11:13 PM, and right now I’m stuck crammed in a my house waiting for a possible solution. I fall asleep at 1:48 AM with completely no ideas. One week later we have with no ideas on how to escape Britain. The U.S. government has narrowed it to three cities in Britain, Oxford, London, and York.

I think it’s time to now introduce my brother, Nolan. He was also accused with me. My brother has blonde hair, brown eyes, and is six foot one. He is a computer geek. He made a living off of fixing computers, making them work at incredible speeds.

“Bro, we gonna have to get outta here, we GOTTA find a solution,” says Raven nervously.

“You don’t think I know that? I’m driving myself insane thinking of a solution. I may be a genius, but this might just prove to be too hard,” booms Nolan.

“I understand that this is hard for you but, if YOU don’t figure this out, we’ll be sentenced to DEATH!” Screams Raven.

“Ugh! WHAT don’t you understand? This is possibly the hardest thing that has come across me! JUST let me concentrate!” Returns Nolan.

“Ok, alright, ok, alright, just concentrate, I will let you concentrate,” says Raven calmly.

It is two weeks later and still no ideas.

“BRO, come out! I need to give you something!”

“WHAT IS IT?!” Replies Nolan.

“Its a map of Oxford, I guess someone left it here,” says Raven.

“Well I guess it is a good thing, now we can figure a way out the city!” Says Nolan happily.

“Well gimme it already! Would’ya?”

“I could probably devise a plan with this map!” Says Nolan.

“Well GET TAH’ work!” Shouts Raven About 1 week later Nolan has done about four fifths of the plan. But he is stuck trying to get out of a blockaded area.

“Now, YOU have to be done by now, right?” Adds Raven.

“Actually, yes, just finished about an hour ago!” Replies Nolan.

“Well, WHY didn’t you tell me earlier?” Shouts Raven.

“At two to four o’clock everyday, which it is now, they keep this small section now open (pointing to the map). All we do is have to walk through without being noticed...” Says Nolan.

“Well, what are we waiting for?” Asks Raven.

“Nothing, we go now,” Says Nolan.

So the two leave at 2:09. Their is a cross intersection where it is too complicated to watch every person at once. So they arrive right before the place at about 2:28. All they have to do is pass the intersection, make it to the beach, rent out a boat, and then get away.

They make it past just milliseconds before a guard rotates his patrol.

They are walking to the beach when someone asks “Isn’t it a little cold to be going to the beach now?”

Nolan immediately responds, “we are going for charity”.

“OH, how nice? What company?”

“Ummm uhh... Oh yeah, Kroger,” Replies Raven, saving the day.

“Cool, cool, well...bye.”

They keep on walking. They make it to the store.

They both say, “We are here to rent a boat.”

“OK, which one?” says the owner of the shop.

“The CHEAPEST one you have!” they respond.

“OK, license and registration, of course.”

They give him their boating license. They are about a minute away from the boat when they hear, “STOP!!”

They look around to see British authorities. Their faces freeze in awe.

“WHAT, UH OH, HOW DID THEY FIND US!” ‘I don’t know, JUST RUN!” Raven being in track from a kid, runs at top speed completely out running Nolan. Nolan however has had a back up plan; he hired some guys to attack the authorities, The Wickets. They come out firing M-16’s, bullets flying everywhere. The authorities are way overpowering The Wickets, though; they were only there to slow them down. The cops knew Nolan was probably gonna do this, so they also had a backup plan. They listened to where the boat was and about half of them rushed over there.

They all hid in the boat.

Raven jumps on the boat and is immediately hit in the face with a pole and knocked out. About 15 seconds later Nolan, completely out of breath, runs on the boat himself and is also knocked out with a pole. They are brought back to the U.S. and they are charged both with death, but

this time, Nolan was sure about one last thing. They are both in execution chairs, and Nolan bites something in his mouth. BOOOOMM!

The Adventures of Shao Chung and Bing Li It was a nice sunny day one day in China, Shao Chung and Bing Li were sleeping. They were little kids but pretended to be superheroes. They always wanted to find the Piketon world. Shako Chung was tall and had black hair. Bing Li was not as tall but had black hair.

It was early morning in China. Shao Chung just China, Korea, and India.

They needed to travel down the Lao Long road. The 2 boys lived near Korea. They would then swim across the Huang She River. They woke up and ate breakfast. He was ready to look for the Pokemon world with Bing Li. Shao Chung went to Bing Li’s house to get him. “Get up Bing Li,” said Shao Chung. Bing Li was slow to wake up but he did. “Are we going to Korea first or India?” asked Bing Li. “Korea,” answered Shao Chung. They had a map of where Shao Chung and Bing Li were walking down the Lao Long road. They were tired and decided to take a rest and eat. “Do you want Lo Mien?” asked Shako Chung.

Bing Li did not want it and ate his own Dumplings. Right before they were going to eat, Jing Fu came out of the tree and stole the Lo Mein and Dumplings. “No!” yelled Bing Li. “Lets go get him,” said Shao Chung. Shao Chung and Bing Li chased after Jing Fu. The boys were tired and could not keep up with Bing Fu. They were hungry but they kept on going until they reached the Huang She River.

They found a Chinese restaurant and went inside. They both had money.

“What do you guys want?” asked Tian Fu, the waiter. “We want Wonton soup,” answered Bing Li. They ate their Wonton soup and were ready to swim across the Huang She River. They changed into their swim clothes and went in the cold water. It took them a few hours to get to Korea. They saw security guards and did not know how to go into Korea. They waited until night until the guards left.

They sneaked in and looked at their map. They saw it was near the Kim Jeung Chi Palace. They walked there and looked around. They saw it was not there. They were going to the Curry building in India after they get food from a Korean store.

They got Kim chi and Jap-Chae. Now they were heading to India after tonight.

Bing Li woke up early. He woke up Shao Chung and they had Japchae for breakfast. “This tastes good,” said Shao Chung. They headed their way for India.

They swam through the Huang She River. They went back to China. “Can we go home for a while,” asked Bing Li. Bing Li wanted to rest at home for a while. Shao Chung agreed and they went home. They went to sleep for the night and were going to India tomorrow. Shao Chung and Bing Li woke up late and were tired.

Shao Chung got food like Dumplings and got clothes for their journey. Bing Li came to Shao Chung’s house and they went on their way to India. They were going to meet Abhinav Anish, who owns the Pokemon World there.

Shao Chung and Bing Li were excited to go to the Pokemon World in India.

Shao Chung and Bing Li walked the other way to go to India. It’s been a few days since they left and they were near Ching Chung which was close to India. They

found a nice lake and went swimming. Shao Chung and Bing Li went swimming the lake. They both were good at swimming and liked to swim.

It has been a week they had left to find the Pokemon World. It was night and they decided to spend the night at the lake. They found a nice place to sleep and went to sleep. They were tired after traveling a lot. Bing Li woke up early the next morning ready to find the Pokemon World but Shao Chung was still tired. “Get up Shao Chung!” commanded Bing Li. Shao Chung yawned and got up. The sun was just rising and they got packed up and were ready to go find the Pokemon World.

They were walking for a while and saw India. “Now we have to find Abhinav Anish,” said Shao Chung. He lived near Hu Lake where Shao Chung and Bing Li were swimming. They kept walking further until they saw a sign with a pokeball. It said the Pokemon World that way. They walked that direction and saw a sign with Pikachu. They made to the Pokemon World but in order to get in, they had to eat curry at the Curry Shop. The curry was not good but they ate it and went in the Pokemon World. They saw Pokemon like Pikachu, Giratina, and Snivy.

Shao Chung and Bing Li captured a Pikachu and they went home. They finished their journey to find the Pokemon World.

Annabelle’s Adventure

By Maya Zakarin “Annabelle, can you want to draw me a cake for my thirteenth birthday?” asked Annabelle’s best friend Kailey.

Annabelle replied, “Sure! Whatever you want birthday girl!”

In about ten minutes a magnificent cake was on a canvas for Kailey.

Annabelle is an exceptional artist and she loves to paint. There’s only one problem; whatever she paints becomes real and she doesn’t know it. Her parents always call her in for supper right after a painting is finished because they don’t want Annabelle to know about her magical painting ability. Kailey’s cake will soon be reality. Other people that know about her powers usually ask her to draw money, gold, and silver.

One day an old woman, named Lily, asked Annabelle, “My grandchild is graduating from kindergarten soon and he is always talking about how much he loves the super-villain ‘Jack Smack’ and I think that he would like a painting of him. Would you mind painting me one?”

“Of course I would,” answered Annabelle.

This painting took a bit longer than the others, but once it was done she handed it over to Lily and then Annabelle went in for a late supper. Lily took it home and then went to bed. She woke up in the middle of the night from being smacked in the face a bunch of times, so she woke up but saw no one and went

back to sleep. She thought that it was just a bad dream. Soon she woke up again from the same thing, and went back to bed after. After the fifth time of the smacking she got out of bed and saw the redness on her face.

“Oh no! The smacking wasn’t just a dream!” exclaimed Lily.

“Ha-ha! That wasn’t a dream! It was me! Mwah ha ha ha ha,” Jack Smack laughed while smacking Lily some more.

Lily screamed, “GET OFF ME YOU’RE SUPPOSED TO BE ON THAT PAINTING OVER THERE!” “Fine! You’re face is getting boring anyway,” Jack Smack mumbled as he was running away.

Lily picked up her phone to call Annabelle and snapped, “Why did my painting come to life?”

Annabelle consulted on her way to breakfast, “It shouldn’t have come to life.

Are you saying that Jack Smack is on the loose?”

“YES! DO YOU KNOW HOW BAD HE IS? MY GRANDSON SAID THAT HE’S THE EVILEST VILLAIN OF THEM ALL!” yelled Lily.

“Are you sure?” Annabelle thought that Lily was just seeing things because Jack Smack is only in comic books.

“Positive, if you saw me right now you would know that I’m not lying. My face is all red,” Lily stated making sure she was clear.

“I’m sorry I have to go, tell me if you see him again,” Annabelle was still not convinced.

No one wanted a painting from Annabelle today, so she went to the park with Kailey.

“Hi Kailey. What’s up?” Annabelle friendly asked.

“Nothing much. You?” replied Kailey.

“Same here. Wait, what is that huge monstrous creature?” cried Annabelle.

Kailey looked up “I don't know, but it kind of looks like Jack Smack from the comics."

“That's so weird because I just made a painting with him on the canvas," then Annabelle told the rest of the story to Kailey.

Immediately after that, Annabelle rushed back home to tell her parents what had happened.

Her dad, Mark, spilled out, “You have magical powers; everything you paint comes to life. We didn’t want to tell you because with great powers comes great responsibilities, and we didn’t want anything wrong to happen.”

“Now that you know about your powers you’re going to have to think about a way to fix it,” planned Annabelle’s mom, Rebecca.

“How come I can’t paint a superhero?” asked Annabelle.

“Well it’s a silly reason, but no superhero ever defeated Jack Smack,” exclaimed Rebecca.

Annabelle took a five-hour nap thinking and dreaming about plans to defeat Jack Smack. Until it her, “I should paint all of the superheroes on one large canvas so they can work together and defeat Jack Smack,” thought Annabelle.

Right away she started to paint and in a zip-zap the ten superheroes were out and about and Annabelle told them all about her power and how she made a mistake, she told them her plan and how she counted on them to defeat the supervillain. Soon they were all getting ready to search for Jack Smack, but one superhero, Bizarro, realized, “You should come with us because you have a superpower too.”

Annabelle replied shakily, “I don’t know if I should. I haven’t read all of the comics and I don’t know how to fly or run fast or anything.”

“That’s okay; you can come just in case we need anything,” suggested izarro.

“That sounds good,” agreed Annabelle, still feeling nervous.

“Okay let’s get a move on!” Bizarro hollered.

Everyone left, and soon they found Jack Smack. He started smacking all of the superheroes, but only one was injured, then he boomed, “What are you guys doing here?”

“We need to defeat you so you don’t smack any honest citizen,” Bizarro notified while grabbing his lightning gun.

“Well you’re never going to catch me,” insisted Jack Smack.

Now Bizarro started shooting lightning bolts at Jack Smack when an idea sparked up and he shouted while being smacked, “ANNABELLE! START PAINTING A LOT OF LIGHTNING GUNS! ONE ISN’T STRONG ENOUGH! ALL OF US WILL NEED ONE, PRONTO!” Annabelle painted away and they came alive. She through them to each superhero as fast as she could. Then she directed, “On the count of three shoot the lightning gun at the same time towards Jack Smack. One... Two... Three!”

It worked, Jack Smack was electrocuted and the world was back to normal, except now there were ten superheroes around town. So they said their goodbyes and thank-yous as the heroes went into the comic book that Annabelle painted.