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Fall/Winter The Literary Magazine of SCH Girls Middle School
This issue of Once Upon a Time proudly presents:
Poems~ 1. My Halloween Poem by Sarah Segal, 6 (Page 2) 2. Along the Way by Savannah Sweitzer, 8 (Page 3) 3. The House on Newbold Rd by Marilyn Tokarek, 8 (Page 4) 4. Our Generation Recommended by Ms Posner (Page 5) Other~ 1. Memories by Leslie King, 8 (Page 2) 2. Recommended Books (Page 6)
This edition’s Quote: Page 5
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“If you cannot do great things, do small things in a great way.” by Napolean Hill If you have any book recommendations or any poem or short story submissions for the next issue, feel free to email any of your Once Upon a Time Staff !
Riley Redpath- rredpath@sch.org Coco Crandall- acrandall@sch.org Maddy Moustafellos- mmoustafellos@sch.org Grace Rayer- grayer@sch.org
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My Halloween Poem By Sarah Segal Pumpkin lanterns full of light Brightening up the darkening night. Spooks and demons, ghosts galore Coming tonight to knock on your door!
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Cobwebs and masks,spiders and bats Long hooked noses and pointy hats.
Witches and wizards out in the street Knock on your door for a trick or treat.
When the moon is high and the day is done Open your door and have some fun!
Memories
by Leslie King When I am with them, I never want to leave. Up in the mountains, its always fun. Rainy, sunny, cold, or anything in between we have so much fun. The Victorian houses line the street like you’re back in time. Maybe that’s why Eagles Mere is called “The Town that Time Forgot.” The lake shimmers with the sun like a reflection of light across a shiny tile floor. Where the leaves chase each other in the wind and the laughs are endless. Everyday is a happy day. Whether my day is spent with Emma, Laura, AE, or Abby it doesn’t matter. One day Abby, AE and I all rode to the beach and met up with Emma. It was a beautiful day, not a cloud in the sky. It was like they all ran away from the sun. We played cards and sat on the dock talking and tanning until we were as brown as the dirty dock below us. We went back to Abby’s house for lunch and had sandwiches and chips, and then went outside. Talking, laughing and listening to the amazing summer playlist by AE. AE and I biked to her house and got a big tarp. When we got back Abby and Emma were there with a big bottle of lavender soap. We tried doing a soapy slip n’ slide and failed. We ended up being a bunch of freezing cold girls in bathing suits that smelled like lavender soap. We then tried to create a pool out of rocks at the edges and filled it up with water. We sat at the edge talking and laughing and complaining about the cold. We got out and wrapped ourselves in towels and walked down the middle of the street; cold, barefoot, but happy. We walked to the public dock and jumped, squirming when our feet felt the muddy surface below. After, trying to find a rock to get back up while avoiding the spiders. I biked back to my house and was so happy because I knew I would always remember that day. I know that if I did that with anyone else it wouldn’t have been the same and I'm grateful for all the amazing memories I’ve made with those girls.
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Along the Way by Savannah Sweitzer
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My journey begins, ages ago I’ve learned to live and grow Not sure where I will go next Sometimes I wish, it would have a different effect.
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I will take the road less traveled Hopefully it will make all the difference My life and goals are starting to unravel I can almost reach it in the distance
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I will stand up for who I am, and who I am becoming I’ve decided to take the road less traveled It was grassy and wanted wear But the yellow wood, where the roads diverged
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Knew where it led It took me here, where I stand Tall and Proud Of who I am
The House on Newbold Road by Marilyn Tokarek
The House on Newbold Road creaks in the night. It moans with every footstep, thought, or sound. It’s cold in the evening and warm at noon and the many rooms fill the emptiness that echoes off the walls. If you’re quiet you can hear the memories, the history that leaks out of the halls. You can hear the childlike laughter we brought when we were young. The House on Newbold Road is big enough for more than the people living there. It can be cozy and full of dreams. It can be cold and silenced by the stares. It can be what you want it to be. It can be what you need it to be. It can be what you make of it. But the only thing the house on Newbold Road will always be is a home.
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Our Generation This poem was written by a 14-year old boy named Jordan Nichols Our generation will be known for nothing. Never will anybody say, We were the peak of mankind. That is wrong, the truth is Our generation was a failure. Thinking that We actually succeeded Is a waste. And we know Living only for money and power Is the way to go. Being loving, respectful, and kind Is a dumb thing to do. Forgetting about that time, Will not be easy, but we will try. Changing our world for the better Is something we never did. Giving up Was how we handled our problems. Working hard Was a joke. We knew that People thought we couldn't come back That might be true, Unless we turn things around (Read from bottom to top now)
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Recommended Books •An Abundance of Katherines by John Green •To All the Boys I’ve Loved Before by Jenny Han •Eleanor and Park by Rainbow Rowell •The Perfectionist by Sarah Shepard •The Maze Runner by James Dashner •The Uglies by Scott Westerfeld • The Statistical Probability of Love At First Sight
by Jennifer E. Smith
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