SAGE INTERNATIONAL SCHOOL OF BOISE

SAGE INTERNATIONAL

Teaching-Writer Chris Mathers Jackson

Julien Sage International School of Boise

As Jerado was wandering lost in the deep dark green evergreen forest he saw a glimmer of crimson in the corner of his eye. As he took a closer look, the crimson trail, was leading to a bronze blanket of fur, which smelled as if someone put spoiled milk and blue cheese inside of a rotten pig. As he felt the silky, tangled, bronze fur he heard a weak growl coming from behind the tree. He saw a red blotch of paint-like substance on the belly of the beast where he found a scar as if someone had cut open its stomach with a serrated knife, inch by inch, resealed it, and did it again.

INSTRUCTIONS TO THE ARTIST

Wylie Sage International School of Boise

My head shall be round with my chin a sharp but dull point.

My eyes shall be a sea blue with a hint of gray with my pupil small in a surprised expression.

The background will be a forest with pine trees, these trees shall be a dark emerald green.

I shall have a cat at one of my sides and a dog at the other with a lock of birds in the back.

Claire Sage International School of Boise

The colors of your pallet shall be yellow and blue to represent my origin (Ukraine). My hair shall be hidden by a swimming cap to conclude I’m a swimmer. I want my hand to be sot but not lazy and to be writing. The background should be bright to reference the meaning of my name (the light from heaven), but never forget the efort that you’ve strained and sign your name over my let eye and mine above the right.

THE SQUIRREL IN THE ROAD

Mattie Sage International School of Boise

I walk upon shades of concrete gray with a group full of other children such as I. We turn the corner and see a horrid sight: a squirrel lying in the road. The poor creature lay with death in its eyes, tears in its mouth, because it is no longer alive. The other vehicles ignore it, and just continue to pass by. Guts pour from its stomach, I feel like I could cry. If you were this poor squirrel, would you, too, be petriied?

Riley Sage International School of Boise

As I fell out of bed, I got dressed and slumped my way toward the kitchen. When I made it, I was surprised to see no snow. As I thought of this, my brother yelled in excitement, “No snow!” I started to cut my bagel I had toasted seconds ago. My mom yelled at me to get to the car. My mom was there sitting and waiting because I was going to school. I got to the car and we started to drive down the boring road. I went past a river and saw a heron stalking a ish. When I got to school I talked to my friends about how I saw the heron. When school ended POOF! I teleported under the water of the river to see the same heron. The heron started to say, “You are the chosen one” then I was teleported back to school. I was surprised but excited to ind out all this news. I barely made it to the bus. I ran home. Ater I got of to see the same heron I saw before. Once the spring day had inished I fell asleep and when I woke up, I slumped out of bed once again. When I ate my morning bagel, my mom yelled at me to get in the car and we started to drive to school.