Cheerleading
WhWhWhWh Clock What time is it? Where am I supposed to be at? When am I supposed to be there? Why did the clock stop? Hey, who pulled out the batteries?
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Chanting, Cheering, dancing Full of energy Echoing Jumping, Yelling Prancing around Bouncing like rubber balls
-David Nathanson
Firmly moving Muscles aching Uniforms with sweat dripping Amusing fans with Terrific stunts THAT'S CHEERLEADING! -Karen Taylor
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Tiger by Michael Kuebler
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Girl of Steel
I remember School in El Salvador Afraid Nervous Hearing people picking on me Crying. The teacher said, "What's wrong?" I said, "I can't understand." She stopped people. They left me alone. After school, My mom came. The teacher met mom. The teacher said, "Send her to a deaf school." My mom said, "Fine." Mother looked For a deaf school. My mother called her friend. She said, There is a deaf school Called Kendall in Washington, D.C. My Family Flew to USA, to visit Kendall.
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I liked the school. They accept me I'm happy! -'Zayda Oritz
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Kim Steel was plain-looking. She wore a blue plaid skirt, a yellow blouse, and she sat straight in her seat with her hands folded. Her hair was braided in a set of cornrows, and at the end of each cornrow she had a plastic yellow poodle clip. Her short slender legs were crossed as she waited patiently for the bell to ring. The bell rang. Kim watched everyone get into their seats. The teacher, Mrs. Davis, rubbed her hands anxiously as she looked at the new student, Kim Steel. "I want you to introduce yourselves to Kim. Valerie, you may begin." The thin tall girl with the teased bangs introduced herself, "My name is Valerie Finnigan. Nice to meet you." Kim felt uncomfortable. The moment she laid her eyes on Valerie, she knew sixth grade was going to be hard. Finally the whole class finished introducing themselves. It was Kim's tum to introduce herself to 30 students. Eyes were on Kim as she stood up. Trying to steady her shaky hands, Kim put her hands behind her back, and said, "My name is Kim Steel." Murmurs wafted in the humid air as Kim sat down. She felt sick to her stomach, because she suddenly noticed something-she was the only chocolate-colored student in the whole class. Everyone else was white. During English, she felt ill at ease. The kids were staring at her as Mrs. Davis rambled on about a black author. She fidgeted. Only jive more minutes-she was interrupted by a huge, sticky spitball on her cheek. Wiping it off, she looked around meekly. Some girls were laughing. She could only remember one of the girls' names-the one with the teased bangs-Valerie. Anger seethed inside her, yet she remained calm. She carefully wiped her hands on her skirt and contin ued reading. It was recess time. Kim watched other children mingling in their groups as she stood by the pole along. Valerie sashayed by and laughed at Kim's cornrows. As soon as she stopped laughing, she said, "Your hair looks so ridiculous." She sashayed on. The next day, when everyone as in their seats, someone yelled over Kim's head, "Look at Kim's hair!" Everyone turned their heads to look at Kim.
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