Saturday, February 9, 2019

"Good Friends"


Good Friends
by 
Grace Beaulieu
(age 16)

Once upon a time there was a girl named Priscilla who had freckles.  She did not just have freckles, but also red hair.  She literally despised the way she looked.  Her parents told her she looked beautiful, which was very true.  They told her God made her that way, and His creation was very beautiful.  She did not believe her parents because she was too selfish.  She thought her looks were bad.  When Priscilla was twelve, her parents got her braces because her teeth were crooked.  She did not like her teeth but did not like the look of braces with freckles and red hair.  But she thought it was better than having crooked teeth. 
                Priscilla had two good friends named Anna and Erica.  They were really kind towards her.
One day Anna said to Priscilla, “You are very pretty; I wish I could have red hair.”
Agreeing, Erica said, “Yes, someday I hope to have a red- haired daughter with freckles, but not braces since they are expensive.” 
Even though Priscilla went to church every week and was taught how coveting and selfishness were wrong and that you should be happy the way God made you, she would not listen.  She was taught well at her Christian school and at her church.  Her parents were quite concerned for her ways and thoughts, especially since she only loved going to church to see her friends.
                One day, when Priscilla was thirteen, there was a new boy who came to school.  Andrew, who was fifteen, loved to tease- especially girls.  When he saw Priscilla, he thought she was beautiful, but teased her instead.  He told her, “Why bother have braces? You would look prettier with your crooked teeth with that red hair.  Your face looks like a red pepper with moldy spots.”   He was trying to get her attention, and he got it all right.  She kicked him!  
Scolding him, her friends told him how she thought about herself.  They said that she would never be satisfied with her looks.  That incident changed Andrew.  He wondered what he could do to apologize.  He felt so bad for what he had said.  Andrew thought she was the prettiest girl he ever saw but didn’t dare say so.
                Priscilla did not go back to school for a whole week, because she was embarrassed at what had happened.  All morning, she ignored Andrew, and at lunch she took off to a nearby walking bridge.  It was her favorite spot since it was so pretty.  Andrew came up behind her, which startled her. 
Andrew said, “Please don’t leave.  I have something to say.”
Priscilla said, “Okay, I won’t.  But, hurry, I do not have much time.  I have to get back to school.”
“I feel really bad about what I said last week.  It was not nice, and I will not do it again. When your friends told me about what you thought of yourself, I wanted to take my words back.  God makes beautiful things and when one does not like their looks, it is belittling God’s creation.  God loves us so much and He is so good to us that we should praise Him for making His creation.  He made us!  I am very sorry for what I said.  I can understand if you do not want to forgive me, since I hurt you.  You are pretty, since God made you that way,” said Andrew.
Crying, Priscilla replied, “I have been such a fool to think that God should have made me differently.  I realize that I need to trust Him as my Saviour. I do forgive you for what you have said.  Because you teased me, I trusted in Christ.  Thank you for allowing the Lord to use you that way.”

They became good friends.  Priscilla was very glad about her red hair and freckles and never complained again about how she looked.



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Saturday, February 2, 2019

"The Life of Me"



The Life of Me
by
Sena Carlson
(age 13)

On November 24, 2005, a baby girl entered the world. Her name was Sena Carlson, and she was… me!

    I lived in Addis Ababa, Ethiopia for the first two years of my life. My family consisted of: Rohobot, my brother, Rut, my mother, and my father (no one is exactly sure of my father’s name, but evidence favors that it was Tadesse).

When my father died of a mysterious cancer, my mother made the hard decision to put her two children up for adoption. We (my only brother and I) stayed in a few orphanages before we were put into Hannah’s Hope. There we remained for the duration of the adoption process.

    Then, in 2008, Robert and Carol Carlson put into motion a plan they had been meditating and praying about for a couple of years- adoption. They flew all the way from Maine, America, to Africa to adopt two little children! Their original plan had been to adopt two older girls.

But (as the story goes), when they saw my brother and me in their adoption pictures, they just couldn’t resist. So instead of two eight-year-old girls, they brought home a giggly two-year-old girl and a bouncing six-year-old boy!    

Although I don't remember my former life, my adoptive parents do. They say that when they went there, they were shocked at the massive culture difference. Clothes were hung up wherever there was space. Street vendors littered the streets in the city, trying to sell their goods. People burned their trash, and the smell stained the air.

All the women walked around in beautiful, bright and colorful clothes, even when they did their laundry in huge galvanized tubs outside. The clothes the citizens wore were rarely boring or dull. Because of the climate, they attained summer-weather clothes all through the year. Actually, when my parents went there, it was Ethiopia’s winter. While the people wore coats, my mother and father had on short-sleeved shirts and shorts!

The driving there was extremely reckless, due to no traffic lights maintaining chaos. My mom said that when she went on one of the public buses, the driver even handed out barf bags!

     My dad and mom spoke of an immensely sad, heartbreaking side to Africa also; hundreds of starving children swarmed the streets, begging for food. My parents said it was hard for them to watch as the kids even climbed onto cars as the vehicles took off. The children were persistent and held on for dear life to the raging van, pleading for just the tiniest bit of nourishment.

    Carol and Robert had raised three children already. Their youngest was fifteen and still lived at home. It was hard for all three to adjust to having two hyper children in the house, but they eventually got into the hang of it! (My older sister tells of how Rohobot used to stand in the doorway of her room and just stare at her- it creeped her out!  She’d yell, “Mom, he’s staring at me again!” Apparently my brother had adopted her as his favorite member of the family at the time.)

    This July seventh marked our tenth anniversary in America. This country has provided so many resources and opportunities that it’s mind-blowing! My mother says that I have been totally Americanized, that I have adapted to my life here beautifully. I love America- it opens up a totally different life than what I would have had in Africa. My brother and I became citizens in 2018, Rohobot is looking into going to a college next year, and I am thriving in my favorite activities. I recently turned thirteen, and I’ve started delving into everything!

    My hobbies are ballet, flute-playing, writing, reading, babysitting for two Bible studies, and helping out with a Bible club every week. I am a busy thirteen-year-old and I love it! I have never gone back to Ethiopia, but I might when I get older. I recently wrote a letter to my birth mother for the first time in a while. Since my brother lives with me, I don’t have a chance to miss him (Thankfully!).


America made my passionate dream of publishing a book come true. I’m sure that I will have an amazing future here with my wonderful family! In fact, I’m well on my way towards my extraordinary future.



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Saturday, January 19, 2019

Evan's Special Chicken

                                                                                             

Evan's Special Chicken 
by 
Gracelyn Beaulieu
(age 16)

Chickens are fun pets to have!  Having chickens is very entertaining. One time we had a mean rooster who flew into the fly tape we had up in our chicken coop.  It was quite a funny sight!  He did deserve it, poor guy.  We were able to take it off after a few minutes.  Often there is excitement of some kind, whether if one gets hurt, has bugs, or lays an egg.  The rooster will surely come when his hens squawk.

Once upon a time there was a 14-year-old boy named Evan who loved chickens and after some time, his family finally got some.  He cared for his chickens with much love and care.  He cleaned their coop every two days.  He also checked their food and water at least twice a day.  Whenever one wasn’t well, Evan would feed it by hand, patiently.  Six of his chickens were bought fully grown ready to lay, but two of his chickens were bought as chicks.  Evan named his cute chicks Copper and Sunshine.  Sunshine became Evan’s favorite chicken.  He taught it to come when he called its name.  Sunshine came to him at the first sight like a dog would.

One day, a hawk came when Evan was in the chicken coop.  It was coming right towards Sunshine!  Quickly, Evan threw a rock at the hawk, which scared him away.  To Evan, his chicken Sunshine was just as important as a dog.  She laid her eggs very faithfully. 

When Evan was eighteen, he could not find his hen anywhere.  After a few days, he gave up hope that it would come back.  He realized that a hawk or fox must have taken her.   It was so sad for him.  He remembered Job 1:21b, which says, “The Lord gave, and the Lord hath taken away; blessed be the name of the Lord.”  It was hard to accept the fact that Sunshine had died, but Evan thanked God for his special chicken.  When his family bought new chickens later, he named one Sunshine.


Sometimes we have animals and people who come and go in our lives.  We should always recall Job and his attitude.  God brings things into our lives to teach us something or to be a companion.  We need to remember that relationships on earth may be here for years and then leave, but a relationship with God will be forever.


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Saturday, June 23, 2018

"The Lake Log"



The Lake Log
by
Xavier Colfer
(age 13)


January 21, 2018
          I have always loved this lake in the winter. Light from the sun sparkles off the snow, and the ice usually gets pretty thick. I like to use this lake when it is frozen to snowmobile on. It is very wide open, and has a lot of space to roam on. I also use it to get across to my grandmother in the winter. It is quicker to go across than around, and then I can give my grandmother some company in the lonely, cold months.
          Today I was heading across the lake on my snowmobile as usual, when I heard a pop from underneath me. The lake had started to fracture around me! Luckily I put on the speed and got away, but as a warning, always be careful, and pay attention to what's going on!
- Mr. Brook

February 10, 2018
          I am an Olympic skater. Skating is my life, and I love it. It was my mom who instilled the love of skating in me. She had started ice skating when she was young, and she started bringing me to this lake to skate when I was four. Soon I was in love with it. I didn't know then that I would one day go to the Olympics, but I persevered, and tried really hard to get better. I tried to be at this lake every day I could in the winter, even if there was a snow storm. I got uncountable bruises, a couple concussions, and a few cases of frostbite, but it was worth it in the end.
          I am very thankful for this lake, and even more thankful for my mom who supported me through the years.
-Miss Sally

   
May 7, 2018
          The ice has just gone out from the lake. The sun shines its bright light happily after the long winter months. The lake, free from its icy bonds, reflects the glorious blue color from the sky.
          That’s what we observed out on the lake today when we went fishing for the first time this year. The lake and the sky seemed so happy and in harmony with each other today. The fish were awake from the cold season, and we caught many of them. We caught a bass so large, we are going to bring it to the taxidermist so we can hang it on the wall! We like this lake very much, and will be fishing in it for the rest of the summer.
-The Peterson Family

July 16, 2018
          Have you ever noticed how the water makes a rainbow when the sun beams collide with its showery mist? Have you ever looked at the water's surface and seen how the sunlight shines off it, how bright it can be?
          When we were out in our motorboat today, we saw these things as we zoomed along the surface of the water, splashing sheets in a V shape behind us. This lake is very large and open with beautiful scenery. It is the perfect lake for boating on, and we'll be doing that again soon!
-The Tyler Family

August 3, 2018
          Today we were at the lake swimming. It was a cool, refreshing break in the roasting summer day. Today we thought the disturbances in the water were very cool and interesting; how big or little they could be. When you waded in, little ripples would float away from you in close rings. When you jumped off one of the docks into the water, there would be a large splash, and then the water would flow away from you in bigger, more separated rings. We love this lake and will continue enjoying it.
-The Colander Family

          



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Saturday, June 2, 2018

The Mystery of Quincy Lake




The Mystery of Quincy Lake
by
Kayla Jones
(age 16)

                Marty set his heavy luggage down and wiped his tan forehead. The dust from the old country road swirled  around his feet as he took in the view of his uncle’s old estate. The small cabin was old-too old perhaps. The shutters shielding the windows were sagging, and flapping in the light summer breeze. The shingles had started falling off and the door was wide open.
               He grabbed his two suitcases loaded with clothes and food, and started walking toward the building. He slowly walked up the three squeaky porch steeps and peered inside the cabin. “Hello?” He said uneasily. A bird flew out of the cabin, jumping Marty enough that he fell backwards.
                “What’s a young man doing out here in the country by yerself? Why, I have a right ta skin ya alive for sneakin’ up on me like that.” A voice of an old man chuckled. “He he, you have some lessons to learn, all right. The lake will teach ya.”
                Marty trembled at the harsh, unfamiliar voice. He stood up and, grabbing his luggage, bolted off the porch into the trees surrounding the place. He ran until he was out of breath. He gasped, while running his hand through his thick blonde hair. “Maybe I should’ve stayed with Ma and Pa. This was a dumb idea, running away.” To his left, he saw something shining through the thick pine trees. Curious, he followed the sparkles into a clearing. A small, pure looking lake lay in front of him.
                “Well,” the boy said, “This must be Quincy lake. I guess I could take a swim before I head home.” He smiled as he undressed. The water looked so clear, so refreshing. Little did he know what was hidden in the sandy bottom.
                He jumped into the water and swam around. “Ahhh” Marty sighed as the cool water soaked his body. He swam a little deeper, so that his feet barely touched the bottom. He tip-toed on the lake floor. Marty stopped when something snagged his big toe. “It doesn’t feel like a rock,” He thought. “It feels…slimy.” The words of the creepy old man living in his uncle’s old place came back to him: “The lake will teach ya.”
                Marty’s blood ran cold. He dipped his head under the water to see what his toe was snagged on. His toe wasn’t snagged at all. Marty screamed, ran out of the water, and dressed as quickly as he could. Leaving his luggage behind, he ran all the way to his home. He was later found in his bedroom, staring out the window, his eyes as smooth as a river stone-clear and empty.
              The old man had watched the boy jump out of the water, yelling and screaming in fear. He laughed and laughed till he began to wheeze. He collected himself and began to sing as he made his way home “Yup, that young whipper snapper learnt’ his less’n. Yes sir! He learnt’ real good!” The creepy man celebrated the rest of the night, because it’s not everyday that a boy learns his lesson.

                

(assignment for lesson #4 - Adjectives)


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Saturday, May 19, 2018

The Tiny Field Mouse




The Tiny Field Mouse

by 
Xavier Colfer (age 13)
       
        Once there was a field mouse. He had a cozy little burrow under an oak tree, with tiny furniture and a little pantry. This burrow was in a campground with many people in it. There was lots of action and plenty of fun. There was a rec hall, a playground, an office, and a pool.

        One day the field mouse was out on one of his routine food gatherings. He was picking some dandelion greens, when he looked up and saw a hawk! The hawk was swooping down at him with his claws outstretched. The little mouse jumped, dropping his greens, and ran as fast as he could from the hawk. The little mouse was too scared to see where he was going, and without seeing it, he fell into the pool! He splashed into the water, sputtering for breath when he came up.

       The hawk came close to the water but didn't want to get wet. He gave up and flew away, but the mouse wasn't safe yet. The tiny mouse swam around the pool, but couldn't find a way to climb out. He kept searching, but he was getting tired. The tiny mouse kept paddling with everything he had in him.

        The little mouse was losing hope, when some humans got into the pool. They swam around without noticing him, but then they looked over at him. They had seen him! One of the humans paddled over and lifted the little mouse up onto the grass. The tiny mouse had been saved!

        The tiny mouse lay there, exhausted, while the humans came and looked at him. Eventually the little mouse recovered enough to get up. The humans stood there and watched him walk away toward his burrow. When he got there, he dried off and relaxed from the exciting and terrifying day.



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Saturday, May 5, 2018

Moon Seeker the Mustang Filly





Moon Seeker the Mustang Filly
 by
Kayla Jones
(age 16)

     Against the icy night, the warm, bright sun peaked from under a mountain peak. It rose silently and softly, easing the chilly earth into light and warmth. Under the sun, the dusty colored horse, Desert Streak, lay on the damp grass giving birth. This was her fourth foal, and the experienced mare knew just what to do. Her herd was standing a respectful distance away, keeping guard over Desert Streak. 

The lead stallion, Lion Hide, paced around the herd anxiously. He was worried. Desert Streak in her old age would struggle with this delivery, which would surely be her last. The black stallion was named Lion Hide from his battle with a mountain lion, in which he barely won. The scars from the battle still show on this dark, shiny hide. The stallion neighed, pawed the ground, and trotted around.

     Desert Streak finally gave birth. The mare snorted a sigh of relief, and lay her small head on the grass, catching her breath. Lion Hide came up to her, and nuzzled her face, as if to say Get up, your foal needs you! 

     The mare slowly got to her feet and licked her foal clean. It was a filly. She had a beautiful star on her forehead. Her hide was a bright bay, the perfect combination of her mother’s dusty coat, and her father’s dark one. The filly loved the warmth her mother’s wet tongue as it licked her whole body clean and dry. Desert Streak walked away from her foal and started to graze on some sweet grass nearby. The filly whinnied to her. Where are you going? I want warmth! Desert Streak nickered back: Come to me, little one. Here you will find warm milk.    

     The filly staggered onto her feet and took a step forward. She tumbled down onto the grass. She got up again, and this time stepped forward without falling. She took another couple steps toward her mother and reached her side. The filly nuzzled up to Desert Streak’s flank and nursed. The milk warmed up her system and gave her energy. Desert Streak stood perfectly still as she nursed, occasionally flicking some flies away with her wispy tail.

     After a few hours when the sun was up high in the sky Lion Hide moved the herd higher up the mountain. By now, the little filly was galloping to-and-fro, teasing her older half-siblings, and splashing in a gurgling stream. As the herd continued their climb, Lion Hide walked beside Desert Streak. He wanted to make sure the old mare would make it all the way to the top. They did, and enjoyed a beautiful sunset atop the high meadow. 

     The day became night. The stars twinkled, and the moon started it’s solemn reign in the sky. The filly snorted, and asked her mother, What is that big ball in the sky? Desert Streak neighed back, That is the moon, young one. It rises and falls every night. The filly neighed loudly, I want to see the moon every night! The horses in the herd tossed their heads and pawed the ground in agreement. The old mare then looked down at her bright filly. You shall be called Moon Seeker, little one, for you long to see the moon every night! Moon Seeker neighed and reared, all in joy of belonging, and the excitement of living.



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