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Jadis

Article posted October 21, 2011 at 03:07 PM GMT • comment • Reads 767


Chapter 1


Hello. How are you? Well, I’m fine. Anyway this story is about a girl names Jadis Alexa Cross, a black haired, African American girl with a headstrong attitude.


     At this moment she was carrying a rather bulky backpack and, from a crack in the thick trees of the forest, a woman was watching her.


     Her hair fell down to her back in long, luxurious black tresses like a waterfall. Her olive skin gleamed with a newly moisturized shine and the pupils of her strangely shaded green eyes sparkled like dew on grass. Why would a beautiful woman be standing in the bushes you ask? A woman in a long in the back and short in the front dress and black high  heels? A woman with a newly moisturized shine on her skin? Well it was a very weird reason and that reason was to watch the bulky-backpacked, black haired girl that walked past. Strange isn’t it? But, sadly we’re not there yet.


     Jadis continued to walk though, not seeing the thin figure between the oaks, with a black cloud above her head. Her mother was a counselor and her favorite thing to talk about was Jadis.


     Jadis had tried out for choir, drama, volleyball, dancing, and softball. She had got into swimming, but she couldn’t get her hair wet. All that was left was soccer, her favorite sport, but why bother? She hadn’t gotten into the other ones.


     And school was, sadly, terrible as well. All of the girls she had known and loved came back prissy and snobby, with expensive clothes and even more expensive shoes. All their parents had been working together at a mining company and had discovered an oilrig and had become rich.


     The boys had lost interest as well, the girls were now to pretty to get picked on for blemishes and other things and the coolest boy in school and his sister, the prettiest, had moved to Rome. School was now a black hole at the bottom of an abyss that spit out disappointments every second of everyday. Depressing isn’t it?


     She sighed and walked down the quiet lonely road, crunching her feet on the fall leaves and humming quietly to herself. She passed the oak tree with the man behind it and felt a sudden rush of cold. Just a breeze she thought and walked on.


     She walked into her house and saw her mother at the table drinking green tea and humming Mozart to herself. Her father was across from her, drinking Columbian coffee and reading the newspaper. She walked past them without drawing any attention, something she was awesome at, and walked into her room.


     She patted the head of her knee-high ceramic kitten with ruby eyes and said, “Hi, Bartumus.” She had had that cat for years, ever since birth, and loved it like a brother.


     She sat on her bed and suddenly her mother came upstairs, carrying her hot mug of tea and a strong smell of orchid perfume filled her room.


     Her mother’s hair was short, curly, and choppy. Her skin was poplar-colored and always wore an over-powering orchid perfume, but no one told her how strong it really was.


     She peeked in smiled and walked away, leaving Jadis coughing. So shook her head and laid down on her bed, bored as anyone could ever be.


     Right now she actually wanted to go to school, something she hadn’t felt since school began three weeks ago. She pulled out her pocket watch and examined it with a genuine interest, something she always did when she was bored.


But that bored her today as well so she went over to her easel picked out dark sepia colors (different shades of browns, blacks, tans, and beige.)


     It ticked and tocked and the gold sparkled a bit even though the sun was far behind the clouds and the world was sprinkled in a gray gloom that was depression inspiring.


     And that was what Jadis was. Depressed. The world might as well have been in black and white. A deep darkness had spread everywhere and had drenched her town in gloom. Usually at this time the Earth was a cinnamon scented, bright day filled oranges, yellows, and reds from the fresh fall leaves and a crisp breeze drifted through every once in a while. What was so wrong with today?


     Jadis just shrugged and spent almost two hours painting a scene that would’ve disturbed most and, disturbs me.


     I am quite disturbed to tell you my dear reader that the painting was of an empty quad with a grand place in the background. Leaves were gently flowing across the quad and a dark moon sat over it. Two stone lions sat on pedestals at the entrance to the grand place on the steps. Dying ferns sat on either side of them and an eerie glow was slept over it.


     Jadis thought it was beautiful and had no idea that the lions were real in the real place and that the moon always shined in this place and that the place was real period. Poor, poor, Jadis.


     “Jadis we ordered pizza!” the high, clear voice of her mother echoed through their high-ceilinged house and Jadis was snapped out of her trance.


     She bounced down the stairs and ran over to a pizza box. The aroma of jalapeños, banana peppers, roasted green peppers, She grabbed a piece and went to sit on the couch. Her mom walked over and sat next to her, much to Jadis’s dismay.


     “What have you been painting?” she asked as she bit into her slice of pizza. “I saw you up there in your easel. It was a…um…beautiful landscape.” She fake smiled.


     Jadis sighed, everyone thought that her paintings were creepy. She didn’t even know why she painted them she just would stand in front of her easel and then a full-fledged place or person would pop into her mind that happened to be creepy. “It’s just something that popped into my mind.” She said with a little attitude.


     “Sweetheart,” said her mom. “I was cleaning your room and I saw some of your paintings. They’re a bit disturbing…especially the one with the raven. Don’t get me wrong, they’re beautiful and have intricate detail but, they are a bit depressing and frightening don’t you think?”


     Jadis didn’t think so. She thought they were cool, especially the raven. It was a picture of a raven sitting on a branch in a orset full of trees with no leaves. It was a close-up picture and the raven’s eyes seemed to glow with mischief and a knowingness that gnawed at Jadis’s insides.


She finished her pizza and got up. She saw it was already nine o’clock and went to close her window. She absentmindedly looked out of it onto a tree across the street. And as the sun set behind the hills, she saw a stark black raven fly onto the branch across from her.


     It turned its head toward her and she froze. She cocked her head and so did it. She turned it the other way and it followed like a feathered robot. She kept her eyes on it as she slowly pulled down her 0into her bed and turned her easel away from her.


     She went to bed that night with coldness in her soul and a unsettling feeling in her stomach.


    


     Chapter 2


    


     Jadis trudged through the hallways with a air of boredom and a feeling of “I don’t want to be here.” And, by the look on the other kids’ faces, they felt the same. School was just boring like that now that the blondes had invaded and the popular had moved away.


     As she walked into her history class, she felt another rush of cold. Wow she said.


She passed Mrs. Merrill’s desk and her elderly teacher stood up “Hello, class. Today we will be learning about Greek mythology. Who knows who Echidna is?”


Jadis’s hand shot up. “She is the mother of all monsters. Goddess of plague, rot, and sea slims. She gave birth to Hydra, Chimera, Cerberus, and other monsters.”


“Very good,” said Mrs. Merrill. “Anyone else?” She looked around the classroom knowing no one else knew the answer. “No? Oh well then. Um Jadis can I talk to you after class?”


Jadis sighed. She reluctantly got up as her classmates swarmed out the door like bored cockroaches, dragging their book bags filled with expensive books across the ground. Hasn’t anyone heard the recession?


“Yes, Mrs. Merrill?” asked Jadis, nervously twiddling with her watch.


“Oh,” reassured Mrs. Merrill. “You aren’t in trouble. I just wanted to know how you knew about that goddess. Not a lot of people know about Greek gods and goddesses, well nota lot of kids anyone. And if they do, probably not about a rarely mentioned goddess such as Echidna.


“Well,” said Jadis, relieved. “My mom and dad used to tell me about those stories before I went to bed when I was little. They told me about all the gods and goddesses and everything else. They also gave me book. I still have it and look through it sometimes.


“Oh,” she said. “That’s very interesting. Who are your parents again? Mr. and Mrs. Cross? Well, you can leave now Do you mind bringing that book tomorrow?”


     Jadis froze. “Uh sure.” She said. She had never thought that school would be so interesting.


     She joined her best friend Preston and they walked down the sidewalk together.


     “Hey,” he said. He pulled on his coat. Her friend had light tan skin, short black hair in a small Mohawk, and braces, like her.


     “Hey,” she said. “My mom wanted to know if your mom knew wheer my dad’s lawnmower was.”


     “She probably has no idea,” he said. “Anyway as I was saying, we have a new neighbor.”


     “What?” asked Jadis as they walked into the forest, a shortcut only they knew about.


     “Yeah,” he said. “My mom told me about her. She said her name is Mrs. Relis. She’s like, really old or something. She moved in this morning just kind of out of the blue. My mom didn’t even know we had a house for sale, especially in our area of the subdivision.”


     “I didn’t either,” said Jadis. “You said she’s beside me?” He nodded. A confused/scared look appeared on her face. “We liv e in the back of cul-de-sac. And you and Mrs. Jenkins are right beside me. That’s impossible no one can move out in a day. And she would’ve told my mom. This whole Mrs. Relis thing is starting to freak me out.”


     Preston nodded again and they continued down the road to her house.


     When they walked into her house her mother was there again, stationed at the table with a cup stationed in her hand. “Hello, Preston!” She exclaimed as she got up. “It’s always a pleasure to see you here.”


     Jadis snickered. Preston always got in trouble at school. Always. He was the kind of person that your mother told you to stay away from, but you don’t listen and talk to him and end up in the priciipal’s with your mom saying she told you so and wagging her finger and telling you the minute you get home your X-box is gone.


     But Preston just said, “Thank you,” and they went over to the couch.


     “Mom?” said Jadis. “Do you know about our new neighbor Mrs. Relis?”


     “Why, yes,” answered her mom as she took a sip of tea. “Moved in this morning and Mrs. Jenkins moved out. I talked to her actually. She has a dog named Harry. Adorable thing, he is. So cute and bite-size. I believe he’s an Tibetan terrier.”


     “Excuse me, ma’am,” said Preston. “Don’t you think it’s a bit strange, maybe even impossible, for Mrs. Jenkins to have moved out so quickly. I mean, she lived here yesterday.”


     “It was a family emergency back in Mexico,” said Mrs. Cross. “She had to leave in a hurry. She just had to leave. She had to hurry, but moving out in one day can be done.” She smiled and went upstairs.


     “I still don’t think this is right,”


Article posted October 21, 2011 at 03:07 PM GMT • comment • Reads 767



Jadis

Article posted October 7, 2011 at 03:12 PM GMT • comment • Reads 956


      


     Chapter 1


Hello. How are you? Well, I’m fine. Anyway this story is about a girl names Jadis Alexa Crest, a black haired, African American girl with a headstrong attitude.


     At this moment she was carrying a rather bulky backpack and, from a crack in the thick trees of the forest, a man was watching her.


     He was bald, his skin was gaunt, and his eyes were yellowish ant terribly sunken in. He wore a short sleeve polo shirt, plaid shorts, a baseball cap, and strange shoes. It was quite absurd considering it was an unnaturally cold fall day, and your breath could easily be seen, but we aren’t at that part yet.


     Jadis continued to walk though, not seeing the thin figure between the oaks, with a black cloud above her head. Her mother was a counselor and her favorite thing to talk about was Jadis.


     Jadis had tried out for choir, drama, volleyball, dancing, and softball. She had got into swimming, but she couldn’t get her hair wet. All that was left was soccer, her favorite sport, but why bother? She hadn’t gotten into the other ones.


     And school was, sadly, terrible as well. All of the girls she had known and loved came back prissy and snobby, with expensive clothes and even more expensive shoes. Obviously their parents had won the lottery and had gotten a whole bunch of money. So that was that. The girls came back not paying any attention to Jadis.


     She sighed and walked down the quiet lonely road, crunching her feet on the fall leaves and humming quietly to herself. She passed the oak tree with the man behind it and felt a sudden rush of cold. Just a breeze she thought and walked on.


     She walked into her house and saw her mother at the table drinking green tea and humming to herself. Her father was across from her, drinking Columbian coffee and reading the newspaper. She walked past them without drawing any attention, something she was awesome at and walked into her room.


     She patted the head of her knee-high ceramic kitten with ruby eyes and said, “Hi Bartumus.”


Article posted October 7, 2011 at 03:12 PM GMT • comment • Reads 956



Article posted September 30, 2011 at 03:02 PM GMT • comment • Reads 840


color:#FF0080">The Library of the Future, color:#FF0080">


color:#FF0080">If I could design the library of the future I would go past having nooks and kindles instead of books, I wouldn’t even think about having the be read to you by a robot, I have many ideas and one of them is “Red-box Books.”


color:#FF0080">Red-box books would be a system where there would be up to eight computers with every book that would be in a regular library on it and you would choose which one you want. Then a small microchip would pop out of the computer and you would press a button and a hologram of the book would come up.


color:#FF0080">It would not be blue and transparent like a regular hologram, but would appear as a solid book, with white pages and illustrations and everything. That way if it fell in water it wouldn’t be ruined, if your dog tried to eat the pages he would be eating air, and if your baby sister or brother wanted to tear the pages out, they couldn’t.


color:#FF0080">I also might use the idea is you say the author or a book and a light  comes up where the book is. Instead of having to go search for it all you would have to do is the author’s name or the name of the book and a red light would come up and you would just go to the shelf.


color:#FF0080">Also if you said the book it could fly into your hands immediately. It would eliminate searching for the book and would be faster than a computer to find the book for you.


color:#FF0080">And checkout would be just as easy. All you would have to do is walk up to a machine and stand there. It would then scan you, picking up and you and the book, and when it was done you could leave. The image of you and the book would be saved in its memory so when you came to check it back in (you do it the same way as checkout) it would recognize you.


color:#FF0080">I would also have a studying outlet. If you needed to read a book for class and you know you couldn’t finish it in time, all you would have to do is walk up to a certain machine, put it in a slot and the computer would “zap” the information into you. No hassle, no running around, and no fuss.


color:#FF0080">Those are my ideas for the library of the future.


Article posted September 30, 2011 at 03:02 PM GMT • comment • Reads 840



Article posted September 23, 2011 at 03:12 PM GMT • comment • Reads 909

                                                             If my name was…



      If my name could be anything I would be named several names. One of them would be Simba. I love the Lion King and everything about it, from the singing to the names. I think Simba is unique and not a name you hear everyday, actually its name you won’t hear any day! I think Simba is very out there and the kind of name no one would ever think of.


      I also like the name Genesis. Some people are named after books of the bible or bible characters, but I doubt there are a lot of people named Genesis. Genesis is not only a biblical name but also a very unique name that still has something to do with Christianity.


color:#8000FF"> I love very unique names and think that your name says a lot of things about you. If your name is unique, then you’re probably very unique.


color:#8000FF">I also love Rihanna. It is one of my favorite names because one of y favorite singers is Rihanna. I think she is cool and I absolutely love her name, it is very special.


color:#8000FF">I also love the name LaTrenda. It is my mom’s name and I think it is unique and sophisticated. I absolutely love that name! My mom’s mom named her that because it was in a book and I wish I could have a name as unique as hers.


color:#8000FF">But I love my name! It is in the Matrix, it is one of the Wesley Snipe movies (Blade Trinity,) and there are churches, streets, and an office with my name in the name of it.


color:#8000FF">It also has a very big meaning. It is the bible and means three- the godhead, the holy Trinity. It means the Father, the Son, and the Holy Spirit, a very big thing. My name obviously has a very big meaning and I want to live up to it the best I can.


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Article posted September 23, 2011 at 03:12 PM GMT • comment • Reads 909



Article posted September 16, 2011 at 03:19 PM GMT • comment • Reads 802


What is Prejudice?


When I hear the word prejudice I think of discrimination and being set apart or treated differently because of some reason. I also think of the book Pride and Prejudice.  I also think of Martin Luther King and how his whole life he strived to stop prejudice in the world


            I think of all the heroes of black history shattering the prejudice barriers and showing the world what they can do.


            Rosa Parks also comes to mind because she was asked to leave her seat by prejudice people and would not leave because she knew it wasn’t right and unfair.


            I think of many things but the thing that comes to mind is the Harlem Renaissance, a time when prejudice was one of the only things known. Black people had to sit in the back of the bus, use certain water fountains, and people thought that people with color were abominations.


            I have read many books about things like that and I am horrified to know that such mistreatment happened. Black people were called names, were beaten, and even were put in jail for doing things like talking to a white man or going in the place that wasn’t “Negro Approved.” 


            One of my favorite people in black history is Jesse Owens. I’m astounded that he grew up poor, experienced prejudice every day, and put down many times but came to be one of the most remembered track stars in history, setting records left and right.


I read a biography about him and was fascinated by all of this because when he was little, white kids would pick on him and call him names because he was poor and black.  I think that was the biggest show of prejudice in that book because he wasn’t even bothering them, they approached him and started it all-just another form of discrimination and judgment.


            But when I hear the word prejudice I think about the kind of prejudice we experience everyday at school, whether its being told not to sit a certain at a certain lunch table because we aren’t the most popular, or getting picked last for a team because you may be “athletically challenged”, or even standing alone at recess while everyone has fun and talks.


            And even today racial prejudice is still alive. Some people don’t allow their children to play with certain children because of their race. And most people think that it is only black people, but it can be any race, whether it’s white, Indian, or Chinese. Any race can be discriminated. It can even be at school. Sometimes people aren’t allowed to hang out with other people because of their race and are teased because of it. I think it is terrible that kids sometimes have to be treated that way because of something they don’t even have control over.


            Even though Martin Luther King, Rosa Parks, and many other strived to stop prejudice, discrimination, and other forms of being set apart, prejudice is still alive today and it still hurts people.


            But we can stop if we want-talk someone who’s picked on, invite someone to join you at lunch, or anything that would help someone who has experienced prejudice. Prejudice may still be alive today, but we can beat it back.


           


           


 


Article posted September 16, 2011 at 03:19 PM GMT • comment • Reads 802



My Life

Article posted September 13, 2011 at 06:40 PM GMT • comment • Reads 1068



 


I love to act. Acting is my whole life and I want to be a actress more than anything. I have wanted to act ever since I was little and I have gone to acting camp for two years at GACS Sonshine Camp with Mr. Allen.


      In acting camp we learned how to project our voices, train our voices, and even how to yell correctly. We played many improvisation games and had a lot of fun doing skits in front of the class that we got to make up ourselves.


      Every morning, before we did anything, Mr. Allen would make us do voice exercises, which consisted of making small sounds, squeaky sounds, and using your diaphragm to breathe correctly.


      I have always wanted to be on TV and even write movies sometimes. My mom used to write screenplays and taught me how to write them too. Sometimes I do, but most of the time I write stories.


      I have always wanted my stories to either become bestselling books or movies, which I could star in. The main character of my book is always a girl so if it ever did become a book and someone wanted to turn into a movie I could act in it.


      I have also always wanted to sing. I sing at home, in the car, and even under my breath sometimes at school. I have made several videos of me singing and tonight I plan to make another music video with my friends.


      I write my own songs and practice singing exercises all the time. I sign every chance I get and every song I love, I memorize it so I can sing it whenever it comes on.


My dream is to be the next American Idol and become the “Queen” of Pop, because Michael Jackson is one of my favorite artists. I like Rihanna, Mindless Behavior, Diggy Simons, Lil’ Wayne, and Beyonce.


      I also want to be a detective. Because most of the things I want to be are impractical and there is a small chance that I will be any of them, I decided to have a practical dream job. I want to be a detective because I love crime shows and usually end up solving them before the people on TV.


      In a word I want to be almost everything!


     


     


 


 


 


Article posted September 13, 2011 at 06:40 PM GMT • comment • Reads 1068



The Best Thing About Sixth Grade

Article posted August 26, 2011 at 03:13 PM GMT • comment (3) • Reads 1241

          One of the best things about sixth grade is the freedom. We can go to the Spartan Store with out a parent after school, we don’t have to walk in lines, and we can talk during lunch.  I am a very independent person and always hated having to walk in lines when I saw sixth graders walking in bunches with their friends.
Another thing I love is that we have Macs! They’re awesome! We barely even have to write anymore. We take most of our tests and assignments online so there’s no need to keep up for papers, which is something I had trouble doing last year. My books were so heavy I nearly fell down every time I tried to take a step. Having a Mac eliminated that and I love it.  
Also the food is great. We have pizza probably everyday, Snack Shack, and humongous cookies every Friday.
  Plus we have lockers! I had trouble opening mine at first and practically hated it but now I love it. I don’t have to carry my bulky book bag around with me anymore. It was always full of books and made my shoulders and back feel like they were dying.
      I also love changing classes it makes me feel so grown up. I always wished that I could change classes when I was in fifth grade and couldn’t wait.  Even though there’s a penalty for being late, I was thought it was cool to change classes because the older kids. I used think I would hate all that walking from class to class, but I actually kind of like it.
    I also love most of our homework can be done on a computer. I always had trouble keeping up with my papers last year, especially homework papers. I would forget almost everything. But with my Mac I can look on Study wiz and see what I have to do.
 The thing I have most about sixth grade is that I am actually in the Junior High building I have wanted to go to school in the JH building for a long time. I got bored of elementary because I was in it for five whole years and couldn’t wait until I could say I am a sixth grader and I’m in middle school.     
IN one word- I LOVE sixth grade

Article posted August 26, 2011 at 03:13 PM GMT • comment (3) • Reads 1241



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