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The clock struck nine

o’clock on April 22, 2154.

Detective Jameson

“Sherlock” Holmes heard a

zap and a scream that

could turn the night sour.

The chrome buildings

shook. Flying cars rammed

into each other and

splashed into the sea. For

a second, New York City

stood still. Detective

Jameson ran to the source

of the sound. He made a

left on 39th Street and a

diagonal line across

Obama Way. He made one

last turn on Bush Parkway

and landed in a dark, trian-

gular alley. He looked

around, no one was there.

As he turned to leave, he

tripped over a small ma-

chine and wondered, “Was

that there before?” He

stared at it blankly for a

moment, shrugged, and

started to walk away. After

he walked about two

yards, he heard a zap and

a scream that could turn

the night sour. He turned

around again and saw a

man in a straight mous-

tache and

leather jacket with a

blonde, skinny girl wearing

a long skirt as if they just

went out for dinner. They

both were laughing. “That

explains the screaming.”

Jameson thought. The man

noticed the detective and

stopped laughing. “What is

it honey?” the girl asked.

“You’ve used your time

machine to make yourself

young again. Now we can

go out whenever we

want.,” the girl asked the

man. She looked to where

the man was pointing to

see Detective Jameson

with a pair of handcuffs in

his hands.

“So let me get this

straight,” Chief Wilkons

asked Detective Jameson.

“The man was an old man,

he made a time machine,

and turned himself into the

age of the girl so they

could both go out.” “That’s

what I’ve been able to con-

clude with what I heard.”

Jameson replied. “Are you

sure you saw a time ma-

chine?” the Chief asked.

“Yes.” The Detective re-

plied. “Do you have photo-

graphic evidence?” The

Chief asked Jameson.

“Well, no. In my mind I do.”

Chief Wilkons looked at

the detective and replied

with a simple, “Okay.”The

man and girl were in the

interrogation room.

Jameson walked in. He

was about to speak when

the girl spoke up. “My

name is Angelica Moyer

and this is Jacob Yulen”

“What did I say about me

doing all the talking.”

Jacob said. “Sorry, I pan-

icked.” They then engaged

in a fight about who was

the smartest even though

Jacob made the machine.

You have to admit it was

pretty pathetic. “All right!”

Jameson butted.

“How far back can the time

machine travel?” The de-

tective asked. “I don’t

know. I haven’t tested it.”

Jacob answered. “Well, it

could be very helpful in the

crime solving business.”

To Be Continued…...

CREativi ty Mystery

T I M E CA S E PA RT 1

Spr ing 2010

T IME CASE BY LUCAS

You are not who you are supposed to be.

Someday you won’t have your life but you will be re-

placed.

A treeless street is no good when the trees are cut

down as people in a city die and no one is left.

Change what you are because you are for not what

you are supposed to be.

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E A R T H Q UA K E S A R E D R A G O N S B Y : E T H A N

TH E UNI V E R S E B Y : E T H A N

W H O A R E Y O U ? B Y Z AC H A RY A N D T Y L E R

CREativi ty Mystery Edit ion

The Universe is an everlasting portal,

A home for the planets and stars.

Galaxies and systems fill it.

Along with moons a far.

We haven’t traveled a distance,

That will let us know,

The wonders and magic,

That it holds.

We haven’t found any other life.

But there maybe.

We just don’t know it.

Earthquakes are Dragons,

Filled with chaos and death.

When the power is unleashed,

The ground starts shaking.

The destructive force crumbles buildings,

Shocks everyone affected,

And causes tsunamis.

Fires add to all the sadness.


“ JAKE, give me back my diary!’’ screamed Hayden to her sixteen year old

brother . “ I didn’t take it ….this time !” Replied Jake back to his uptight sister Hayden .Then who did ? Hayden wondered aloud. “Hey mom, have you seen my……….” Her voice trailed off because she was reading the note that her mother left on the kitchen .Dear Hayden, Robert came over while you were at school and asked me if I wanted to come to dinner tonight with him. I said yes. You know I love you very much , Jake to. I will see you at 12:00 midnight. Love mother.

It looked suspicious, this was not her mom’s handwriting. Suddenly, she heard a shuffle upstairs. She grabbed her fathers pro baseball bat and tiptoed up-stairs. The stairs creaked and cracked as she tiptoed up them. As she peeped around the corner, she saw a man, a man dressed in all black. His long black hair was tidied into a neat ponytail. He looked all to familiar to Hayden.

She snuck up behind the familiar man and raised the bat upward, she brought the bat down hard right in the middle of the man’s back He cried out with a blood curling scream, but Hayden didn’t give in, she continued to hit the man numerous amounts of times, until she thought she had knocked him out , giving her enough time to call the cops. Just as she was walking away, the stranger grabbed Hayden’s ankle dragging her back toward him.

He began to say, “I never wanted you, but mom said it would be good for me to get a little sister, but that’s all going to change with mom being brainwashed and all.” “What do you mean, who are you, how do you even know about my life?” Hayden asked getting more aggravated by the minute . “ You still haven’t figured it out yet, have you?”he asked. “ Figured what out?” she said. She began to walk toward the stairs she came up. “ I’m going to the police station to turn you in.” Hayden said.

“You wouldn't do that to your own brother would you?” Hayden gasped in surprise and tears welled in her eyes. As she sprinted toward the stair case, Jake grabbed her by the collar of the bugs bunny pajamas she was in. Hayden fought back with painful blows from each direction, she was a rather strong girl for her age, but Jake was stronger. She was forced into the ratty, old truck that her brother owned, and driven far away from town. Finally the truck stopped, and Hayden heard the front seat door open. She couldn’t see because of the sack that was placed over her head. It smelled like sun flower seeds. The door on her side of the truck opened and she could feel the hot sun on her legs. “ Out of the car,” directed Jake. “Where are we?” asked Hayden between sniffs. Jake didn’t answer, instead he guided her to what felt like sand, it was sand. “Don’t take this bag off until I’m gone, okay!” Hayden just sobbed harder. She heard the engine roar to life and roll away. When she was sure it was gone she pulled off the sack and realized she was lost in the middle of the dessert. The rolling hills of sand felt like they never ended, and soon Hayden was swallowed up in it.

By Bianca

Hayden’s Disappearance

Mystery Edit ion —Page 5

TH E GRO C E RY ME NAC E BY CH L O E

Emily raced to the end of the sidewalk, her backpack slapping

her spine. She squirmed through the crowd who was waiting for the

light to turn red, so they could cross the street. She received a couple of scowls from the so-

called adult role-models. Merry Christmas! Emily thought sarcastically. In about 10 minutes

the red light flashed, telling the anxious Christmas shoppers to go.

Emily raced past the group, attempting to go see Mr. Edwards, the kind librarian who

owned Burnet’s Public library. He always gave her a cup of hot chocolate with a dash of nut-

meg mixed in. And a new book to read. The family had known Mr. Edward’s family for dec-

ades, and they never got in a fued. The soft chime of the bell rang as Emily entered. Mr. Ed-

wards came out of the back carrying tray with two mugs full of hot chocolate.

“Good afternoon, Emily. Nice day, Huh?” “Indeed, Mr. Edwards. So, what novel is in

stock today?” Emily questioned. Mr. Edwards grabbed a book from the front desk, handing

the book carefully to Emily. The leathery smell, and the yellow pages made her feel as if she

was floating in her own dream full of sunshine. “So,” Mr. Edwards asked how was your

day?” Emily sipped her hot chocolate then began her story again. “’Get at the back of the

line!’ someone yelled very loud at me. It made me shudder violently.” Emily explained. “But

overall was great!” “Well, it is 7:00. You’d better get home for supper.”

Emily nodded, thanked Mr. Edwards, and burst out the door. She dug in her denim

pocket, and found the five dollars her mom had gave her for the dinner ingredients. There it

is! Emily thought. Parker’s Groceries Store was just down the street. She raced towards the

store, and opened the Door. “ Ah, Emily.” Mrs. Parker greeted. “ Glad you are here.” Emily

trudged past Mrs. Parker, and to the bread isle. Croissants, muffins, ah, bread. She

snatched one loaf, and hurried to the check out line. Giving the cashier her money, she ran

off with the loaf. Suddenly, a gust of wind blew her body. As she turned, a woman rushed by

with a grocery basket in her hand. Wondering and pondering the idea of trying to find out

whom the rude figure was, she hurried out of the Parker’s Groceries. Later that night, after

the satisfactory supper, she went to bed without the slightest care in the world. Although,

she still was thinking about the woman with the grocery basket.

The next sunny, bright morning, she awoke with a huge grin on her face. She rushed

out of her room, and into the kitchen for her Rice Krispie Treat cereal. As she poured her

cereal, the doorbell rang. She ran to answer it, even though she was still in her pajamas. It

was Father Henry, from their church.

“Hello, Miss. Emily. May I speak with your parents?” Emily directed him to her par-

ents, and jogged to room to get dressed. Two minutes later when she returned, both her

mother and father where gripping each others hands, tears streaming down their faces.

“ I’m sorry Mrs. And Mr. Scott. They told me this morning.” “Who told you?!

What happened?!” Emily sounded frustrated. She couldn’t understand why

her parents were full of sorrow. After her parents had told her and Father

Henry left, she was full of rage. How could that person kill him? Why would

they do such a thing? Now she won’t have a friend to talk to. No more books

to read, and no more cocoa with a pinch of nutmeg. Who would kill Mr. Ed-

wards?

She rushed to the front door, and slipped on her dinky shoes, and sprinted to

the old Burnet’s Library. It was black , and a fourth of it was still standing.

Emily thought how underneath al of the rubble, and evil Mr. Edwards’ dead

body was lying there. She just noticed the salty tears that were pouring down

her face and into her open mouth. Suddenly, the woman yesterday in the gro-

cery store popped back in her mind like a popcorn kernel. Emily darted past

the passing men and woman and went straight to Parker’s Groceries.

“ Mrs. Parker, did you have a customer yesterday a woman with a grocery

basket, brown hair, and a strange way of using her manners of saying excuse

me?!!” Emily talked so quickly, Mrs. Parker changed her smile to a blank face.

She took a quick breath. “ Actually, I did indeed see a woman like you de-

scribed. She was buying a box of firecrackers. I think it is possibly to early to

set off firecrackers-” “ Listen, Mrs. Parker. Mr. Edwards the kind librarian was

killed approximately last night, and the library has been blown up. I possibly

think it was that woman who blasted it. I’m trying to solve the mystery by my-

self. Do you possibly have her name? I can check the directory and track the

scandal down.” With no reply, Mrs. Parker trudged to the backroom, and re-

turned with the receipt. Sierra Bokenhaus. That name sounded familiar. She

tried to remember who that person was.

When she was in her comforting home, she pulled out a crimson red directory.

She paged through the thick directory until she found Bokenhaus. 6655 Gor-

den Street, Tomlinson Oak. Perfect. It was in her neighborhood . As she

slung on her pack with her belongings of a camera, small notebook, and pen-

cil. Her hand gripped the doorknob tightly, and she shoved it angrily. Emily

popped a blueberry sucker into her mouth, and thought about how the crimi-

nal would not get away that easily. Sierra Bokenhaus must have been the

crook, but she possibly could have been just a hunch.

Suddenly, in the corner of her eye, she saw the address. The horrid house’s

shudders were crooked, moss growing all over the house. The screen door

was tilted, and the garage door dented. The trees around the house were

droopy, and they were barely standing up. Emily slowly marched up the steps,

almost running away. Her hand shook when she tried to knock on the door,

she almost pulled it away. She balled her hand into a fist, and knocked on the

emerald green door. An elderly woman answered. The woman suddenly


Frowned. Obviously, the woman didn’t like having unexpected guests or visi-

tors. The old woman squinted. “ Do I know you young lady?” The old woman

questioned. “ Mrs. Josephs?!” She was her old neighbor back in Montgomery. “

Mrs. Bokenhaus, to you. I got remarried.” Mrs. Bokenhaus shoved her wrinkled

hand that needed ironing in Emily’s face. It had a 4 karat diamond ring looped

snuggly around a finger. “ Well,” Mrs. Bokenhaus sighed. “ I guess you won’t

leave until you get what you long for. Go inside.”Emily plopped her tired bottom

on the hardwood chair and took a sip of the cider Mrs. Bokenhaus placed in

front of her pursed lips. “Uh, excuse me, uh, Mrs. Bokenhaus?” Mrs. Bokenhaus gave a sudden

glare directly in Emily’s eyes. She felt a sudden pain. “Were you uh, at Parker’s Groceries last Tues-

day around supper time? Did you knock down a small girl with pigtails and ignore her reply? Did you

buy a box of FIRECRACKERS??!!” Emily was fuming, and was almost on the top of the dinner table. “

Yes.” “Whyyyy?” Emily stretched the word long enough so Mrs. Bokenhaus could understand. “ Like

I told you, I got married. I bought a box of firecrackers for the reception.” Mrs. Bokenhaus flashed

her hand to the tender child. Emily felt a wave of disappointment flow through her soul. She thought

she solved it. She thought she could report the crime to the police, the news headline, Emily Scott,

A Local Hero Reports An Elderly Woman, Forcing Her To Jail. “Thanks, anyway.”

Emily dragged her body back to her comforting home trying to forget of the disappointment. She

crawled into her cushioned bed , falling asleep immediately. She quickly opened her eyes, and

thought a wonderful thought. I think I solved the mystery.

The loud bell rang in Emily’s ears as she entered the miniature grocery store. “Emily-” “Can I borrow

your safety camera??” Without a reply, she snatched the dinky camera and pressed replay. The

dates formed on the screen as she touched 12-16-07. In the beginning, nothing exhilarating oc-

curred. Around lunch time she saw minor crimes, but nothing she was looking for. Finally, the little

digital clock in the corner showed 6:56, and the woman and Emily. Right as the woman bull-dozed

Emily, she noticed Mrs. Parker wasn’t there. Emily quickly glanced at the quiet woman, who was

packing a young man’s groceries. Rewinding it, her eyes bulged. Glaring at the middle aged woman

packing the groceries, Emily finally uncovered the mystery like she dug up the missing treasure. She

felt important. As she rose from her former position, her knee caps wobbled. Trying to catch her fo-

cus once more, she stopped in the middle of her tracks. She peered at the once structured library.

Sorry, Mr. Edwards. But there is no need to worry. The mystery is uncovered. She apologized into

the world above.

Later around noon, Emily returned. But not alone. She was with a gang. Not just any gang. The po-

lice. “ Why hello, young officers. Is there a minor problem?” Mrs. Parker crooned. “ Sorry, ma’am,

but you are going downtown. And by downtown, I mean the SLAMMER!!” A burly officer with a youth,

Mr.” Mrs. Parker proclaimed sarcastically. “According to this tape recorder, you attended a major

crime. No witnesses, but you are on this library camera.” Mrs. Parker glared at Emily. The tender

child shrugged helplessly, and beamed. Before she knew it, Mrs. Parker was darting away from the

gang of policemen. An inch away from the door, the burly men captured her, and shoved her care-

lessly into the car. Two weeks later, Emily’s name was printed on The Opal View Valley Newspaper.

Emily finally solved the mystery. You got what you wanted, Mr. Edwards. Enjoy your life in heaven. :)

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Snow is a white pillow

Placed gently and carefully

On the surface of the Earth.

If you look closely and study the site,

You’ll find a little specks of white snowflakes brac-

ing to land.

But then the powerful sun arises

And turns all that beautiful snow to rain . And you see no more children around to play,

To prance, dance, fall, or scream.

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H A P P I N E S S B Y K E L V I N

SN OW A N D RA I N” BY : KE LV I N

Happiness is a rainbow,

It goes on until it finds the pot of gold.

It’s colorful in many sites,

It’s joyful and blissful for it feels so right.

You look like a four-leaf clover and feel lucky inside,

You’re merry and gleeful and filled with much pride,

Happiness is a great place to be.

And you just want to stay there and never want to leave.

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OWL CREEK BY CAROLINE C.


It was a dark and musty late October evening. I was walking down Maple street

on the way back home when a scream pierced the cold night air.

I froze in my tracks. A long silence loomed over the woods. An owl’s hoot broke

the silence. Another hoot. At that moment I realized that something, somewhere was

wrong.

I thought I heard something behind me. I turned, but all was silent again. That

is, all but Owl Creek. Then, I heard twigs breaking in the distance. I thought about

backing away and running, but I didn’t. In fact, I did the opposite of that. I turned on

my heels and walked straight to the source of the scream, Falcon Grove. I was slowly

walking down Eagle’s Pass road when I discovered a valuable clue— A trail of water.

I followed the trail until it stopped, at the base of Owl Creek.

I looked up and immediately a chill went down my spine. On the other side of

the creek, was a distorted black object huddled on the ground, surrounded by a pud-

dle of water. All of a sudden, headlights went by us. It flashed on her face, which was

frighteningly blue. At that moment, I figured out who she was, Angela, my best friend.

I ran over to her. “No, no, it can’t e!” I shouted even though I knew that could-

n’t change anything. Her eyes were rolled back in her head and she was ice cold. I

could tell she wouldn’t survive. I immediately started balling at her feet. I don’t know

how long I was crying, but it seemed like hours.

When I looked up, cops had put up caution tapes around the area. They were

shining a flashlight on Angela and me. One said, “Look, that one’s alive!” All the po-

licemen ran towards us. As soon as I could soak all this in, I was wrapped in blankets

and sweaters riding back to my home in a police car. My hands were clammy and

shaking. I put them up to my face and a chill went up my spine. My hands were so

numb I couldn’t feel them. That was when I realized something. “I’ve got to get out,”

I said. “No, you can’t. Why would you want to leave anyway. It’s one a.m. in the

morning!” said the officer. “My friend, she’s in danger,” I said.

Continued — See Part II

A N N A B E L L E B Y Z O E

It was a cold night and I, Detective Zoe, was strolling the street, Red Creek. I

walked for almost hours until I heard a woman screaming in the famous old Vic-

torian cottage. I started rushing in my leather coat, worried about what could’ve

possibly happened, while my black fedora hat fell on the cold, hard pavement. I

entered the house and shut the door. Turning slowly, my heart was pounding. An

old woman in her mid-fifties sat on an auburn couch, her hand to her chest and

hair in tangles. She was staring with shock at an old black and white photograph.

“Ma’am, are you okay?” She went on staring. “Ma’am?” I repeated, worried.

“Annabelle… Annabelle… W-what?” she stammered. I stepped forward. “Shh! She’s

here!” The woman panicked. “ It’s—It’s okay, Ma’am, tell me what happened.” The

woman, who was named Cherie, explained that Annabelle was her six-year-old daughter

that passed away during a minor school bus crash in which no one survived. She told

me that she glanced at the old photo of Annabelle, thought she saw the picture move

and say, “Mom!”, and felt something was wrong. “ This picture is full of memories—and

mysteries.” she told me. She screamed because she was startled, and was very sorry to

worry me.

“Hmmm…” I pondered, “ Why would she suddenly remember Annabelle like that when this accident occurred ten years ago?” Cherie wanted me to explore her neighborhood for mysterious happenings. Whatever made her recall those painful memories, she wanted to put an end to it.

A FEW MINUTES LATER…..

I began my research and hunt for clues on the second level of Cherie’s house. In her study was a locked away stash of newspapers on Annabelle’s accident. The last note she had written to Cherie in scribbled, wide handwriting and a picture of her was also included in the pile of information. Cherie said I was the first one to see the papers. Each article held bits and pieces for putting the puzzle back together, but I still had too many questions that needed to be answered. Even though I had a whole stash of info right in front of my eyes, they could easily lead me into red herrings. One said it was caused by the bus driver’s foul mood, but another said it was caused by damage in the brake area. I needed to know the real truth about Anna-belle’s story to solve this mystery. After several hours of typing on the computer and looking back and forth on sheets of droning black ink, I caught an irritating migraine. I massaged my head and gave an annoyed outburst, ”I’M TAKING A BREAK!” and went to the restroom. Exiting the little girls’ room with a relaxed, “Ahhhh….” and a sound of just-used tap water, I walked back to the study, feeling much better. As soon as I arrived, I gasped so loud, Cherie from downstairs could hear. She ran upstairs and said, “What happ—-?” she trailed off. “My study!” We both gazed at the room in apparent shock. The room had been vandalized in black,

with words saying: You won’t go much further…. My computer screen had switched to a

different link, with two words typed in plain font. Stop. Now. The window was wide open, and I could feel the chill of the night. Who could have done this? I furrowed my brow. “ Cherie, go and take a rest. You might need it,” I said, staring at her pale face. “Thanks,” she replied, her mouth barely moving. I turned around to leave, but then asked, ”Where did you say the acci-dent happened?” Cherie hesitantly whispered, “ Red. Creek.” as if someone was watching. I felt a tingle on my spine. I had walked on the street where Annabelle had perished. “ Very well,

Whatever made

her recall those

painful memo-

ries, she wanted

to put an end to

it.”

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I thought constantly on my walk to the creek; Why was I walking on that certain road, the same time I met Cherie? And, why can’t I help feeling that I’m being watched? Those questions lingered in my head, but I couldn’t find their an-swers. I kept pondering, trying to make a sensible solution— until I froze. There, in the middle of Red Creek, was my black fedora hat. Crumpled, and shamelessly facing me. I ran to it, hoping to find clues. On a notecard, in small,

scrawled handwriting, it said; I believe this is yours. Then, I heard another

scream from Cherie. I rolled my eyes,” Why must she always scream when I’m not there?” I started to run, but then heard a twig snap, and swooshing of the trees. It was not a windy day. I looked side to side and stepped back. Though I could not see anything, I felt cornered. More swooshing. More snapping. I breathed heavily. Slowly. I had to stay calm. I shuffled backwards. I had to admit; I was scared. Then, I slowly turned. My eyes widened. An evil smile rested on a face. “Wha—” Then everything was black.

I awoke with a sudden jerk, still lying on Red Creek. In one hand was my hat, and in the

other was another notecard. It said a single word; Sorry. Pictures flashed through my head,

memories processing at last. I sat up and touched the sides of my head; a scrape on the right, a bruise on the left. I touched the mark. Smooth wood had caused my blackout, I could tell. I hoisted myself up unsteadily, almost falling once again. “Cherie!” I started running to my old friend, limping on the way. As I opened the door to her house, she was once again on the auburn couch. There were stains on her forehead from trying to clean the study. “Oh, Zoe! Are you okay? You’re a terrible mess!” I was panting deeply. “Cherie—huff, huff—” I looked around, as if someone was watching. “It’s—It’s Anna-belle,” More panting. I looked down and softly whispered, “ She’s alive.”

AFTER A REST….

“You—You saw her?!?” she exclaimed after she gained a spot on her armchair. I nodded, looking like a ghost, though I was wrapped in blankets and drinking piping hot tea. “I-I r-recognized her from th-that picture y-you sh-showed me.” I stuttered. “I-I was th-thinking. M-maybe we should look for her … find her.” Cherie closed her eyes. “I have lived life long enough without her,” she slowly opened them again, looking much wiser than before. “Let’s go.”

AT RED CREEK…

I held Cherie’s hand. We stopped to the point where I had first encountered Annabelle. The trees whispered once again Cherie and I spread far apart. A twig snapped, identical to the first time I heard it. It was more crisp this time. Someone was running. I stepped back and panicked. Then I heard a muffled, “Zo—” behind me. I turned, and Cherie was gone. I ran into the woods but I thought I lost them. Fortunately, I heard Cherie cry, “Annabelle… Why?” They were headed to the cottage. I sighed, “Sorry I put you into this, Cherie.” And ran forward once more. Then… I tripped on a tree root. My glasses fell off, and I clawed around for metal. Instead, I caught a sheet of paper. Finally replacing my glasses, I read what turned out to be a note. In Annabelle’s large, misspelled kindergarten handwriting, it read:

Dear mom, Help me! i don‟t no where i am, but fond this post offise. I had a few mony in my bakpak. Save me! I need u, I‟m scered. -Annabelle It had Cherie’s address on the back. “This was dated ten years ago, when Annabelle was six!” The third scream of the night rang in the distance, of course Cherie’s. I stood back up on my feet. Af-ter I dusted off my coat, replaced my hat, I ran to Cherie’s house, letter in hand.

An evil

smile

rested on a

face.

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AT THE COTTAGE…

Her cottage now looked abandoned. It was dark and silent—too silent. It seemed that its only companion was the moon, which shone very vividly on this dark, cold night. Hesitating to barge in, I slowly walked up the steps, which creaked in my arrival. Opening the door, I felt a shiver. The lights suddenly turned on. There Annabelle was, wooden stick and all. Cherie was tied up and sweaty on her armchair. Annabelle had an attitude that sparked like fire. She rolled her eyes. “What took you so long?” she said in an sarcastic, exasperated tone, though I had only took 2 minutes to get there. I gave the sixteen-year-old a serious look and marched forward. I slapped Annabelle on the cheek and she gave a cry of pain. An-

nabelle rubbed her cheek. “Jeez, Zoe, what a horrible first impression!” Instantly, she stood up and whacked me on the head. “Owww!!!” I rubbed my head and stepped back. Cherie miserably tried to cry out. Annabelle smirked. “Much better.” I angrily yelled, “Why are you doing this, Annabelle?” She patted her stick constantly against her palm. “ No one cared about me anymore!” she sighed and whispered, “Not even my mother, who didn’t try finding me.” “Annabelle, no one survived that crash! No one!” I cried. “You could say I was lucky, that I was a survivor.” Annabelle sighed. “But right now, I’d rather be dead like the others.” She brushed a loose strand of hair away from her eyes. “Here’s my story.” She seated on a couch. “I had flown out of the window during that accident, landing on my backpack. I had to run away; I had no idea what had happened.” “Amnesia.” I whispered. Annabelle paused. “Yes. After I recovered from amnesia, a year after the accident, I had sent a letter. I knew I couldn’t survive for ten years in the woods, so I was sort of what you’d call a runaway; living in different places, traveling to random houses, no one knowing I slept in their place, eating their food. It was a miracle I survived— but I’m not sure. Maybe it would’ve been better if I was dead any-way. I checked the post office every afternoon for nine years, hoping I would get a response. After I realized Mom no longer cared, I had planned the next years on revenge.”

Her mood quickly changed and she took off Cherie’s rope tied to her mouth. “What do you have to say, Mom? Anything? Anything about how you got over me quickly?” She was crying. “Anything about how you wanted me to come back? Anything?!?” Cherie was recovering from rope burn. “I—n-never—received a letter—f-from you!” Annabelle glared. “Stop lying to me! I know I sent it!” Cherie cried. “I’m not lying.” Be-fore me were way too emotional events and truth unraveling. I had to step in. “Maybe you don’t have it, but I do! It must’ve gotten lost in the mail or something!” Annabelle was close to sobs. “Mom...” She ran out the door, into the moonlight. “Annabelle, wait!” I yelled, running after her. “Annabelle…” She ran. For a few moments, I stood there and watched her go. But something went wrong. Lights flickered, blinding my eyes. I heard a scream. Cherie was yelling. A car swerved back onto the road and disappeared. “No! Annabelle!” I turned. Annabelle was sprawled on the road, blood gushing on her t-shirt and tire marks covering her fore-head. I whispered, “How ironic…” and rushed to help. Annabelle was smiling. “You should feel lucky. Now you won’t have to handle the mysteries of me anymore.” Cherie ran inside to get the first aid kit. “Annabelle, don’t say that. She’s missed you.” Her eyes followed her old mother, frantically searching. Her head faced me again. “I know. And I’m glad I could see her at least one more time,” She winced in pain, “Again.” I sighed, trembling. “It was great—to meet you. I haven’t talked to anyone genuinely in a long t-time.” She sighed with difficulty. “Annabelle, thank you.” She was confused. “F-for what? I caused you so much trouble.” I smiled. “That doesn’t matter. You brought relief and happiness to Cherie. For that, I’m thankful.” I put my hand on her limp one. “You’re a great person, no matter what you think. It’s true.” Annabelle smiled. She was crying. “T-thank you, Zoe. You would have been a great friend.” She flinched. “Tell Mom I love her for me, okay?” I started crying too. “What do you mean, Annabelle? You can tell her that yourself.” She spoke slowly and softly. “Just— tell her. My time is gone.” She gave a big sigh. It was her last one. Cherie came back hurriedly with the first aid. I stood and shook my head. Cherie fell to her knees. We cried together.

“Lights flick-

ered, blinding

my eyes. I heard

a scream.”

A flower blooms,

Like a baby who has

been born.

A flower wilts,

Like a child has left it’s

family.

A flower falls,

When a child need help.

And when a new flower

comes,

It’s a new family.

Creatures following me every step,

When I turn around.

There's not one single sound,

I am lost.

And maybe never to be found,

I cry for help.

But there is only a terrified yelp,

I go to sleep.

But I try to wake up.

But there is not one single peep.

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A Flower’s Chance

By Precious

Running, running, and running,

Hoping to win.

My heart is pumping as I get closer

and closer to the finish line,

Nothing can stop me now.

My hair flopping side to side,

My hands moving back and forth

giving me more speed.

Only five more feet till I win,

Crack, trip, fall I yell in agony,

My race is over and so is my ankle.

Too Close

By Precious

No Longer

By Precious

Gone By Ryan and Aksha

It was a cold winter night and some-thing was stirring. No sound to be heard from a mile away. I, Detective Walker, was on a case. I was headed for the fam-ily of the missing daughter when I heard a bam!

crash! boom! I started to run but when I got to a blue, old house from where the sound came from, all that I saw was the fam-ily of the

missing girl trembling with fear and sobbing with sorrow, my only question was, Who just made that sound and why were they here?

The next day, I walked the halls of the mysterious house where it all began. I entered the girl’s room and chills ran down my spine. I piv-oted around, and a shadow hur-ried away. I had not been

alone. I bet that whoever that was has something to do with this case. Which way did they go? I thought.

I followed the shadow and found myself face to face with a girl who seemed sus-picious and was a Goth. She wore a nose pierc-ing. Her brown hair was covered in green highlights almost as if the color had gone wrong. I found out a

bunch of in-formation from the girl, and that she was the miss-ing girl’s sis-ter, but she would not tell me about her sister. I re-membered back to last night and there were only 2 people in the house. Where was this girl last night?

Alexandra [the missing daughter]

when she was 8.

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I went down stairs and talked to the parents, but when I brought up their other daughter they insisted they only had one daughter. That night I lay in my bed, with the clues were all in front of me, but I had no proof. That was all I could think about. After a nice 8 hours of sleep, I went back to the house, but no more clues could be found. I only had one more day on the case, or else I was going to get fired and there was noth-ing I could do ex-cept find that weird Goth girl the next day I went back to the house. Thanks to my luck, she was running out the door so I followed her, hoping that

she would give my the last clue that would pro-vide evidence. I was glad I had grabbed my cam-era just in case. She looked back and I jumped be-hind a bush. For a scary second I thought she might’ve seen me, but she turned around and kept going. She turned into an alleyway and then opened a door. “How’re you doing” said the Goth girl. “Why are you do-ing this?” screamed a girl that somehow I knew belonged to the missing girl. “Because you have everything and I have noth-ing.”I pushed the Goth girl, who bumped her head on a light post and passed out. “Your parents will be here in a second,” I told

the missing girl who was no longer missing. As soon as I was finished speak-ing, a bunch of cars drove up and the girl’s parents ran up to the her and started cry-ing as they took her to the car. The police walked up to me and I pointed at the Goth girl on the ground. That night, after the trial, the Goth girl was sentenced to 10 years of juvy. It was the most ex-citing case I ever had. Just when I sat down to rest the phone rang. I guess a detective never gets a break!

By

Ryan and

Aksha

Life is a tree,

So many choices you have to make.

Every choice looks good.

But if you fall,

It’s hard to get back up.

So take the safe route.

Work your way up slowly,

So you can win the race.

Because life is a tree,

And out of all the choices,

Try a new route.

Go slow and steady,

And when you choose,

Stick with it and never back down,

Because one route might look nice and pretty.

But sometimes the route that most take

That has wealth and a huge house,

Never compares

To happiness.

The cat ate the rat and turned out fat.

Then went to the farm to find some yarn.

When he played with the yarn, he heard an alarm.

When he heard the alarm, he left the farm.

When he got out in the night, he crept out of sight.

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L I F E IS A TR E E BY : M AT T B.

C A T A N D R A T B Y T Y L E R


It was a seasonably warm October evening in San Diego. The normal ocean breezes that rushed through every afternoon were calm. As the last rays of sunlight faded, we hung the last Halloween decora-tions up and went into the kitchen to start dinner. Suddenly, Keith screamed, “Snake!” in a blood curdling voice. I started to laugh and say, “Sure, you thought you could scare ….” My voice froze, my body stopped in mid step as I looked at where he was pointing.

A huge boa constrictor was lying in the corner, but it was in an odd and peculiar hue of blue. “That’s strange”, I said. I looked at it for a moment and said to Keith, “Just walk away slowly”… Ahhhh!” screamed Keith and ran away. There I was alone with the snake. I tried to turn around slowly, but then the snake hissed at me. I was breathing heavily and then froze. The hue of blue made me wonder if something was wrong with the snake. I slowly walked towards the blue snake, taking one small step at a time. In about a fraction of a second, the snake unexpectedly sprang its once coiled body by my foot. I shrieked and tripped on my own foot.

The snake slithered its flexible body to me, while I was trying to back away. “Come closer my darling,” the snake hissed. “Let me sink my venom into you and have you for dinner tonight. I haven’t had hu-man in a long time.” I slowly backed away, but it pounced with its fangs spread. I could see the venom bubbling in his mouth. I grabbed the snake by the neck (or what I thought was its neck) and threw it across the room. The snake slowly got up. “I see you don’t want me to eat you.” It hissed. “You have no idea what I’ve gone through. Here, let me show you.”

CREativ i ty Staf f

This story is a group

effort. While some of

the staff was trying to

come up with ideas and

struggling, we decided to

start a circular story.

The story starts with a

true event and ventures

off into different paths

as different writers

contributed, changed and

edited to the story.

Every member of our

staff participated in this

story and we shared

many laughs along the

way.

Writing does not always

follow a clear plan, and

this story certainly did

not.

CREat iv i ty Myster y Edit ion

I wondered where I was and how did I got here but the snake mo-tioned to follow him as we went deeper into the forest. Finally we got to a large clearing and he said “This is the grave of my family. We were at-tacked by mankind when they chopped down our trees. I was the only one to survive the terrible attack leaving me with the village as a home but the price I had to pay to stay in the village was to be immortal forever.”

“Ummm…. Listen, I can’t really help a talking, man-eating snake with revenge, but since you spared my life, I guess I can try.” I said, un-easily. “Good,” she hissed, “You must follow me. Stay calm, and don’t make a sound. The Natives still live here.” . Her home was dry and rocky

and I understood why she needed help. There was no food, no water, and no

family. While we walked on the path, I saw broken skulls and feathers.

I considered whether I should just run, but there were too many rocks and twigs to escape safely. I would surely trip and fall and the snake or the Native Americans would hear me and attack me. As the snake and I walked forward, I suddenly fell into a pit of twigs and leaves.

I kept falling for what felt like hours. I grabbed on to a vine that was connected to the outside world. I started to go up when I heard a loud, “Hisss.” I looked up to see the snake with his teeth by the vine.

“Now you will suffer an even worse fate.” It bit down and the vine came loose. I screamed and closed my eyes. When I opened them, I could see my ceiling fan and all the familiar objects of my own bedroom. I got out of my bed. “Phew. It was all just a dream,” I thought to myself as I went to the bathroom to brush my teeth. But when I looked at myself in the mirror, I screamed. I was now a snake.

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as she calmed down, she

read the letter.

HE’S HERE SURVIVAL AL-

LEY BE SAFE

GO…..go……..go. That was

all Katie could think of. All

she really wanted to do

was to escape so she

snuck out to Survival Alley.

It was dark and very cold.

She heard someone saying

“Come over here and you

will be all safe come,

come!“ Katie took one step

at a time until she saw a

woman, not a beautiful

one that would be a model,

but someone who appeared

very sweet very, very ….

Safe. So Katie approached

the woman. The woman got

up and ran to Katie. Katie

was frozen with fear she

had no idea what to do so

she stood there, and stood

there, and stood there.

TO BE CONTUINED

Katie was doing her

homework on a Tuesday

night. She was on her last

question when she heard

the door open. “Hello?”

she asked. A voice an-

swered, “In twelve days…..

He’s going to get yyyoo-

ouuu!” She stared until she

couldn’t stare anymore.

She blinked once and the

shadow was gone. She

tried to remember what he

looked like but all she

could remember was a

short man with a deep

voice.

. . .

The next day the same

shadow appeared except

this time he said, “In

eleven days he’s going to

get yyyooouuu!” Again she

stared until she couldn’t

stare anymore. But when

she blinked that very first

blink, he was gone. Katie

got up to check out where

the shadow was. But

whenever she got to

where the shadow was

she found a note. She

opened it and read what it

said, “Go hurry walk to the

end of Survival Alley! So go

before … he … gets you.”

She whimpered the last

word of the night, “What? “

She counted to three and

fell to the ground.

. . .

She woke up to a scream.

She ran after the sound. It

led her to the kitchen

where her mother was hold-

ing another note. She

handed the piece of paper

to Katie. After her mom

read it, she finally mur-

mured, “ This can’t happen,

not here not now.”

Katie read it as fast as she

could but she got too dizzy

to remember what the note

said. So she read it again

and again and again. She

got so dizzy she could

barely see. She felt like a

ballerina that spun so fast

she couldn't stop. She fi-

nally got to the point where

she could walk. She ran to

the couch and laid down.

She thought to her self,

everything is going to be

alright Katie, everything is

going to be alright. A soon

B Y M A D D I E

MADISON S

1 . 14. 10


Mickey Mouse was sitting

In a cozy colorful carefree chair.

As he heard a ding dong,

He jumped up to answer the door.

It was his good friend Minnie.

She was fixing her bow as she said, “Hello.”

Just a second later the door bell rang.

It was the rest of the gang,

Goofy, Daisy, and Pete asked if they could hang!!!

This girl likes Nerds.

That’s what I heard.

She takes the orange ones.

But hates the purple ones.

Crunch crackle crack.

She’s done.

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B Y : O L I V I A

N E R D Y G I R L B Y O L I V I A

Orange M & M’s

By Olivia

There was a bunch of orange M&Ms

In a tall tateful tube.

I walked over and pulled the lever.

“Prssss” into my bag that had a flag.

I opened my mouth wide.

I didn’t try to hide.

It was the best candy EVER.

It was a bright and sunny morning, and Gin-

ger was watering the

flowers. As she was wa-

tering her plants, she

heard a noise in the

woods by her house.

“Oh my what was that?”

she said. Oh, nothing

she thought. Then she

heard a noise in the cab-

bage patch. “Hmmm, I

better go check.”, she

said. She was walking

toward her house when

she saw a giant bone in

her yard! “Ahhh!”, she

screamed. “What could

that belong to?” she

asked.

The man next door, a

tall man with shoulder

length hair and a bushy

mustache (Mr. Bill)

came out of his house

with a gun and said, “

What is wrong Miss Gin-

ger?” “I’m fine Bill. I

heard a noise in the

woods and my cabbage

patch, and next thing

you know this giant

bone is sitting in my

front yard!” she said. Bill

walked over to Ginger

dropped his gun, and

said, “Well isn't this the

biggest bone you have

ever seen!”

He picked it up then

walked toward his

house. He said, “Well,

I’m going to take this

bone in my house to

take a good long look at

it.”

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TH E MY S T E RY O F T H E B I G , BL AC K , DO G B Y JE S S I C A


straight to her kitchen to

cook her self some T-bone

soup. Maybe I won’t have T-

bone soup, she thought.

Maybe I’ll have spaghetti. So

GingGinger said,” Ok, Bill I

am going to head in side to

cook myself some supper.” “

Good day.” said Mr. Bill.

When Ginger was inside, she

went er cooked up some

noodles, grabbed some

sauce, then sat down at her

small round table and stared

out in the dark night.

When she was done, she

cleaned up the table then sat

down on her big comfy yellow

couch, with her orange cat

Garfield . “Hmmm.” she said.

“This feels so good.” Maybe I

should call Mr. Bill, see what

he found out, she thought.

She picked up the phone,

typed in the number, then put

the phone to her ear. The

phone buzzed and buzzed,

then Mr. Bill’s voice message

popped up. “Maybe he isn’t

home.” she said to herself.

She put the phone down then

got up and went to her bed

room.

When she was in her bed-

room, she went to her old

wooden dresser to get her

pajamas. She climbed into

her giant fluffy vanilla bed,

and slept like an angel. The

next morning, Ginger got up

and took a deep breath. “

Hmmm”, she said what a

beautiful morning! She went

out to the kitchen and started

to cook an omelet. She was

humming to herself, when

out of no where a deep growl

came from Mr. Bill’s house.

She ran to her closet and put

on her old purple sweater,

and went outside. She ran to

Mr. Bill’s house and knocked

hard on the front door. When

nobody answered, Ginger

started to get worried. “ Oh

something must of hap-

pened. Mr. Bill! Mr. Bill!”, she

said. Then she heard some

noise in Mr. Bill’s front lawn.

Then in his back yard. She

saw a shimmer of black and

white, and some panting. Gin-

ger screamed at the top of

her lungs.

***

Detective Molly with her

strawberry - blond hair, had

just got a call from a lady

named Ginger. “ Ginger says

there is a huge dog in her

neighbors house,” said Molly.

“ Well let’s go over there

then”, said Zora . (Zora is the

police officer that worked

with Molly) So Molly and Zora

headed on down to Ginger’s

place in the old cop cruiser.

When they got there they

found Ginger laying pasted

out on Mr. Bill’s front steps. “

Lets put a ice pack on her

forehead, and get her inside

that house over their”, said

Molly. While Zora was heav-

ing the muttering Ginger,

Molly got a piece of wire and

unlocked the lock. Molly

gasped when she saw what

was inside. The whole living

room was filthy! She stepped

over some dirty under wear

and went to his desk.

On his desk was a few papers, some dog food in a cup… some dog food in a cup? That should be one

of my clues!, she thought. “ Dog food, maybe he has a dog,” she said. Then while she was looking

around she stepped on something hard and felt big! There on the floor was a half eaten bone the size

of your arm, lying on the floor! As a detective Molly breathed in an out and then tried to pick it up. Wow

this is heavy, she thought. She hurried outside and put the bone next to the cup of dog food. Just then

she saw glowing yellow eyes staring at her through the bushes. A huge dog! The dog was as black

as a night with no stars. She heard Ginger yelling some thing about “that’s the dog that’ s the dog”!

She got up slowly, and said, “ Stay doggy Stay doggy. The dog actually stayed”! She gave the dog some

of the dog food, then walked away.

She looked back and the dog was not there! It was in front of her some how. It was running toward Gin-

ger! Zora had her gun at the ready but the dog was to fast! It zoomed past, and jumped on Ginger!

Then out of no where started to lick her! Then Zora shot.

***

The dog fell. Molly screamed, “ NOOOO”!! She ran toward the dog; no wait man? The dog was a man?

The dog kept changing shapes! Ginger looked paralyzed. Ginger said quietly, “ That was Mr. Bill.” We all

looked at her in shock this man, dog was Mr. Bill? “There had to be some explanation for this,.” said

Zora. “ Why did you shoot? Why just why?”, Ginger whispered . Why?

***

At Bill’s funeral it was sad. Every body in town was there. Ginger was saying some words

while Bill’s family ( of werewolves) were crying. Their lives went on, but Bill was kept in everybody’s

memory.

Five years later…

Bill’s family’s secret was kept safe, Zora was pressed with charges, and Ginger was now living in

peace. enjoying the silence. But always once in awhile there is a dog watching her in the black night.

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The first few minutes of the race

I heard a crack, snap, pop

And fell to the ground without a smile.

I couldn’t go on for the next mile.

I had broken my ankle again.

Here goes my running career

Because of a stupid stinking stick.

Now I have to wear a cast

For three months straight.

Now for three months,

I’m done for good.

Sports friends,

See you later.

And hello being in bed.

I’m healing every day

But it’s getting more boring by the minute.

So unless a miracle happens,

I’ll be as snug as a bug for three months.

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L I F E IS N ’T FA IR BY TY L E R B.

Page 24 CREativi ty Mystery Edit ion

By Caroline March 11,2010

OWL CREEK PART TWO

“My friend, she’s in danger,” I said. The policeman slammed on the brakes to

avoid running over a deer. I took the opportunity. I quickly opened the door and

rolled into the grass and dirt. The officer stopped and slowly started to open the door.

Then, I ran.

My feet were pounding against the pavement. My heart was beating out of my

chest. It felt like I had been running for hours. I finally turned the corner to Angela’s

neighborhood, Falcon Grove. There was caution tape around Angela’s house. I gasped.

I sprinted as hard as I could towards her house. “What you want kid?” said a

big, tough looking policeman. “I need in,” I responded back.

“My friend, I need to tell…” My voice trailed off.

“Beat it,” said the policeman. So, as I was told, I walked off. But as you know, I

wouldn’t give up yet. I snuck into the neighborhood behind Angela’s house and

jumped the fence. I slowly opened the back screen door trying not to get noticed. The

lights were off. Since Angela was my best friend, I could walk around her house with

my eyes closed! So, I found my way up the stairs to Angela’s mom’s bedroom. Her fa-

ther had died when she was a baby in a terrible car accident. A semi-truck had

swerved and swept him into Owl Creek. He was never found again. The car washed up

on the river bank a week after, but no body.

I slowly crept into the bedroom. “Mrs.McPhee,” I whispered.

“Mrs.McPhee.” I tiptoed over to her bed. I looked down. The bed was empty.

Continued — See Part III in the next Edition

“Everyone! Pile up in the car now!!! NOW!” yelled Mrs. Cayren. Chris, 5 years old, and Cara, 3 years old, tumbled outside with their backpacks full of games, books, notebooks, and stuffed animals. Mr. Cayren came in with suitcases. He piled them in the back of the van and started the car as everyone piled in and buckled up. They drove up to Canyon Beach, rented a beach house, and changed into new clothes. They all went to the water. Cara sat on a rock with her feet dangling in the water. Chris threw peb-bles in the ocean. One, two, three… Pop! The third stone popped back up from the ocean. It was the same stone, bright red with peach colored dots on it. Chris , confused, threw it again. It popped up again. Chris threw it again, confused. It did not pop up. Hmmm, he thought, I should write this down. I‟ve always wanted to be a detective. “Mommy, can I get my green notebook? Our house is right here,” asked Chris. “ Sure. Be careful. Don‟t talk to strangers on the way.” replied Mrs. Cayren. Chris walked to the house wondering about the pebbles when a dark shadow passed over him. He looked. There was nothing behind him. He muttered to himself and went inside the beach house. He grabbed his notebook and pencil and went back outside. Another dark shadow passed over him. He looked back again. A shade of confusion passed his face. Huh? He thought. What is going on? He ran back to the spot where he‟d been throwing rocks. Too bad, he thought, I don‟t get to swim in the beach. Then I could have figured out this mystery. He stared at the wa-ter for a second. Rinklets splashed around the beach even though no one was throwing pebbles. „Huh?” Chris questioned himself. He studied the water. Grint‟s sister was gone. Ruth Eva Grint was last seen on the beach‟s shore. No one has heard of her since. Her home has been searched. The only things missing were the letter and the locket.

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M Y S T E R Y N E V E R S E E M E D T O E N D F O R

C H R I S B Y : H A A N A

Mystery things to do!!

Read mysteries 1

Make mystery reci-pes 2

Do mystery activities 3

Solve a mystery 4

• Mysteries are cool to

read

• Mysteries give you the

abiltiy to solve any-thing

• Never be afraid to

show your interests like mysteries

“Chris! Cara! Dinner time! We‟ll go to the beach tomorrow morning and swim!“ yelled Mrs. Cayren. Chris quickly ran to the beach dragging Cara‟s hand. They quickly fin-ished dinner and dessert and then Chris went to explore the house. He went past a painting of the beach with a mermaid poking out of the water. The mermaid was pok-ing out of the same spot Chris had thrown pebbles. Underneath the painting was a small white card attached to the painting. Chris studied the picture and then he read the white card attached to the painting. This is what it said:

Maxwelll John Grint painted this picture in 1968. He told people he had seen this mermaid, the one in the painting, before. Nobody believed him though. Mr. Grint was last seen on the beach shore. The next day he was at the same placed except he jumped in the water and he never came back. People have scuba dived trying to find him. Almost every ocean has been searched and still there is no sign of him. However, he left his sister a letter which included a silver locket. We still remember Maxwell as a star painter though.

Chris read the note and wondered. Could that rock popping up be part of this mys-tery? Was the mermaid real? “ Chris! Cara! We‟re going to a museum!” called Mrs. Cayren. Maybe they have something about Maxwell! Thought Chris. Maybe!

When they got to the museum, Chris looked for Mr. Grint on the map area. Mr. Grint, Mr. Grint, Mr. Grint… There it is! “ Mommy, let‟s go to the section with Mr. Grint !” “Ummmm sure,” “YAH!” cried out Chris. He grabbed Cara‟s hand and headed up to the 3rd floor. Chris walked around looking for Mr. Grint‟s section. BONK! “Ow!” cried Chris. He looked up from where he hit his head. “ Hello young fella! I‟m Maxwell Grint! You can call me Max!” said a Maxwell Grint statue.” Ummmm y-y-you‟re a-a-alive.” stammered Chris. “Oh yeah! Well shall I tell you my story or do you know half of it?” “I –I-I k-k-know h-

h-half o-o-of i-i-i-t.” stammered Chris again. “Okay. Well after Ruth came in the water, we were together in the sea where my mermaid-not my mermaid– lived. She is real! Is so too! People should‟ve believed me! Plus no one will ever find me! Well okay so I spent the rest of my life under the sea. Alas I am still alive! The mystery is already in me! But the mystery continues. Nobody knows where Maxwell is. I‟m just a statue of him powered up by the mermaid!”

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M Y S T E RY NE V E R SE E M E D T O E N D C O N T I N U E D

MYSTERIES!

THEY GIVE YOU

THE HOPE.THEY

GIVE YOU THE

STRATGY TO

SOLVE.

You will have a heart of

solving mysteries


“Wow! You were powered up by this mermaid? Hmmmm. Wow,” said Chris as he started to look at the other stuff. Thump thump! A dark shadow passed over him. He looked around but saw nothing. “We are the enemies of Carisiyn Jakeen. Join our bad spirits. Together we will kill the mermaid world. Ruth and Maxwell never joined our forces, so what about you?” “NOOO! “ screamed Chris. He had no idea that these dark shadows, who were bad spirits, were always following him. Well, now he did. “NO! I WILL NOT JOIN FORCES WITH YOU! I SHALL BE FRIENDS WITH CARISIYN JAKEEN!” yelled Chris his voice echoing down the stairs. “Chris, is everything alright?” called his mom from the 2nd floor. “Ummmmm yeah. I was just lookin at something real scary. A painting.” said Chris lying. His anger bubble burst. “Ok,” said Mrs. Cayren worriedly. Chris saw no more shadows that day. “Wake up! We‟re going to the beach!” said Mrs. Cayren gently. Chris got up, changed, and packed a small bag of soap, clothes, books, a notebook, pencils, sun-screen, swimming things-goggles, flippers, scuba diving set, and the spy kit. He ran down the stairs to a quick breakfast, and then he ran to the beach. He went to the same spot he had been yesterday. He dropped his bag on the sand and ran to the spot where the pebble popped out. His feet started sinking in the sand that was in the water. “Aaaah!” screamed Chris, but Chris‟s sister, mom, and dad were still at the beach house. Chris muttered “Oh– no,” and then he went under. At first he couldn‟t breathe. But then a huge life– size bubble popped in front of Chris and then he could breathe. Where am I? He wondered. Then he twirled around and saw a huge sign that said: CARISIYN, JAKEEN. Chris looked at it with wonder. It was the same name the bad spirits had told him. Carisiyn, Jakeen. What was a Jakeen? He just had no idea. He started swimming toward the sign. Bump! “Ow!” Chris started rubbing his head. He tried again to go through the sign. Why couldn‟t he go through? “Who dares enter my Jakeen?” Chris looked around. He saw a mermaid with a sparkling purple tail, a gold heart locket necklace, and her hazelnut brown hair tied in a bun with a fresh whitish pink shell stuck in it. “Ummmmm, my name is C-c-h-r-r-is. I was walking in the water when I started getting pulled in by the sand and then a bubble popped. Suddenly, I could breathe underwater! But I had been in the museum and statue talked to me. These bad spirits came and started telling me to join them. They said, “Join us, we w ill de-stroy Carisyn Jakeen. What does Jakeen mean?” Also, why couldn‟t I get in? I kept

bumping my head.”

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Chris talked so fast he had to take several deep breaths. Welcome Chris,” said the mermaid warmly. “I am Carisyn, the queen. A jakeen is a palace. I do have my own palace, but this is a mermaid world. Anyone can enter, ex-cept the bad spirits,” the mermaid queen said rather sternly. “Come in, I opened the gates. Let me show you everything here. The we should get you a house to be in.” “Really. Cool. But then I will have to check in with my parents. Plus, I don‟t want to leave my sister, Cara,” said Chris sadly. “Oh, Well, I can send a letter to your sister and parents telling them how to get here. It will be signed by you, replied the Mer-Queen. “Let me show you the let-ter now. “ With a snap of her fingers, a golden letter appeared. It shimmered with a glow so bright Chris thought it was the sun‟s glow. “ Let me show you the letter,” Carisyn said warmly and showed it to Chris. This is what it said: Dear Mom, Dad, and Cara,

I am underwater. So under. Go to the spot where the turquoise pebble

with mini green dot s. Take three steps into the water and you’ll feel

you’ve been sucked into the water. Then go to the sign that says Carisyn

Jakeen. Wait outside of it until a mermaid with hazelnut brown hair

with a shell in it comes. Then you will see me.

Hope you are there,

Chris

“I want to send it. I like it.” said Chris. With a snap of her fingers, the letter was gone. Carisyn said that it had reached the hands of Chris‟s parents. A few minutes later, Chris saw a burst of bubbles and his parents appeared! “Mommy! Daddy! You‟ve come. CARA!” Chris shouted happily. His parents looked at him with no emotion. They said nothing. “Mommy? Daddy? Cara? Why aren‟t you saying anything?” Then Chris turned around. He saw the black spirits creeping up on his parents. “NOOOOOO! MOMMMY,DADDDY,CARA DON‟T LISTEN TO THEM!” His parents started talking to the shadows. They nodded their heads. “NOOOO-” Chris went black. Chris woke up. He looked around. He was in his house. In his room. In his bed. Wow. It had all been a dream. Phew. His life seemed to be in danger when he was in the dream. “I‟m glad it‟s over,” said Chris. “I‟m glad it‟s over!”

c t d r y t c c s i j i p

i r e t e e y e a s g n a

g n i r e dn o p l n t r

r n f mms h e u r n l a

d e i f i t n e d i n u c

a c s l n n t e r c e s e

l i s y a n a p p r y e n

e t a a r d r l s s i d g

a s l w c e e t s e u n c

t u c a g l t m n t i s g

t j e n h s u s p e c t n

j a i u e t d e y y g c d

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fingerprint

classified

unidentified

runaway

red herring

suspense

clues

agent

mystery

justice

suspect

pondering

medaling

criminal

secret

The moon was like a

silver globe in the sky.

Detective Mallika was

taking a stroll for the

night. Suddenly she

heard a high-pitched

scream. “Aaaaah!”She

quickly turned in the

direction in which she

heard the scream, Ma-

ple Street. Detective

Mallika noticed nothing

unusual on Maple

Street.

She convinced

herself she had imag-

ined it. Just when she

was going to turn back,

she heard it again. This

time, Mallika was sure

she hadn’t imagined it.

Mallika turned back in

the direction of her

home, wondering who

had screamed that hor-

rible scream.

The next morning,

Mallika decided to go

back to Maple Street

and look for clues. On

Maple Street, mean-

while, two hooded men

whispered something

to each other and

headed towards a huge

mansion, the Tate’s

mansion.

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TH E MY S TE RY O F THE M I S S IN G G I R L B Y M A L L I K A

Detective Malika

reached Maple Street

and found a black cloak

lying on the ground. On

the back of the cloak

there was a name, Tyler.

She thought Tyler was a

suspect for stealing

someone.

Ding-dong. The

Tate’s doorbell was ring-

ing. Mrs. Tate looked out

the window and noticed

a hooded figure standing

outside, on their porch.

It was evening, and

Detective Mallika was

walking back to her

house. Suddenly, she

spotted a dark figure

gliding across the street.

Detective Mallika started

to follow the dark figure.

The dark figure started

to go towards Maple

Street. Detective Mallika

was silently tiptoeing

right behind the dark fig-

ure when she realized

the dark figure had a

black cloak on, and at

the back of the cloak it

read Tyler. Quickly, she

caught hold of the man.

The man staggered

backwards and his cloak

fell off.

Mallika saw his face and

gasped. It was Mr. Wal-

lace, her friendly old

neighbor! “Mr. Wallace,

what have you been do-

ing?”, exclaimed Mallika.

Mr. Wallace made no re-

ply but ran off into the

foggy London night. De-

tective Mallika suddenly

remembered that she

had seen Mr. Wallace

holding a small child in

his hand. Suddenly, De-

tective Mallika knew who

had screamed that high-

pitched scream. It was

like one puzzle piece had

finally snapped into

place. The small child Mr.

Wallace was carrying had

screamed that high-

pitched scream.

Should I call the po-

lice or should I not?

These were the questions

that whirled through her

mind.

It

was a beautiful day and nothing could go wrong.

“Alice,” called my mom from the balcony, “ Come get lunch!!

“. I was walking up the stairs when I heard a shriek. I ran un-

til I stumbled upon a woman that was lying on her stomach. It

seemed like there was blood surrounding her body. My mom

was on her knees beside her. I helped my mom flip over the

woman, it looked exactly like my older sister. I ran to my sis-

ter’s room… she was gone.

My sister is dead, she really is dead. That was just the first of

the tragedies that happened here in Palm Springs. Some say it

is a person, but some say it’s a ghost. Not a lot of people believe

that it is a ghost … but I do.

I sprinted back downstairs to find my mom. She was lying

next to my sister sprawled out like when I am opening presents

at Christmas time. She had a knife stuck in her back. I

thought to myself— Next was my father then my little sis-

ter….then me.

I ran upstairs to find my father and sister sprawled out be-

hind the couch. I didn't want to look at them because, they

had blood all over them. This couldn't be real. Nothing was

right. I was the only one left in this lonely world. All I could

think about was why have I been spared but nobody else was.

I was all alone here at our Palm Springs beach house.

I got very worried so I had to figure this

out on my own. I took every picture I could

take, I wrote every story I could write until

the day came where I was next.

I woke up with a shake. It was a dream,

just a dream. You never know what will hap-

pen to you. You could be a pop star and eve-

rybody will like you. Or the worst would be

someone may hunt you down. Like I said,

you will never know with the planet Earth.

Watch out and whatever you do, do NOT go to

Palm Springs Beach.

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P A L M S P R I N G S G H O S T B Y : R YA N , A S H L Y N A N D M A D I


Why buy nice clothes if

they are expensive? Get

them on sale. I think

clothes should cost less

than $30.00. Some

clothes are REALLY ex-

pensive. Clothes prices

are at $30.00 or more! If

you can’t afford them,

then we should try to get

stores to their lower

prices.

I went to Justice one time

and all the clothes were

soooooo expensive. A

mini skirt was $30.00.

Some kids are feeling left

out when they see others

wearing nice clothes. I

think we should try to get

some nice clothes at

lower prices.

But how would you get

the clothes to lower

prices??? You could talk

to the storekeeper or the

manager. Tell the manager

to send more coupons.

The people who are in

charge of the store

should stop advertising

because it costs a lot of

money to just advertise.

Choose nice but not ex-

pensive clothes.

LOWER CLOTHING PRICES !

S TAY C O O L A N D H AV E FUN!

Tips for Summer. School’s over!

Want to have some fun?! You like

summer? You want to stay cool?

Then, turn the fan on, put on the

T.V., have some fruit. You will be

cool and healthy . Also open a

good book. You never know what

will happen in a book. Plus get on

the computer for some fun

games.

Please remember to DRINK

WATER!!!!!!! It will do you good.

Last, at least eat some junk

food. Eat sour patch candy,

cheetos, and chocolate. ( I LOVE

JUNK FOOD!) Enjoy!

RRISD


T IME CASE BY LUCAS

Fun things to do

Stay cool

Buy school clothes

Make your own games

Stay cool and have FUN!

Eat

Make your own recipes

Drink water & play

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Newsletter Date


Special points

of interest:

• You have to watch out where you go

• You should not talk to peo-ple you don't know

ROBBERS SHOULD

GO STRAIGHT TO

JAIL.

WE SHOULD HAVE

A BETTER SYSTEM

IN OUR HOUSES TO

LET US KNOW

SOMEONE IS ON

THE PORCH.

We should have

better window

locks.

People should

start remember-

ing to lock their

doors when they

are home alone

more often.

They should

have a phone

nearby at all

times just in

case a robber

breaks in.

H OW RO B B E R S C O U L D G E T I N

These are the main places robbers

come in

Doors that are open

Windows that are unlocked

Windows that can be broken

into

Back doors that don't have any

blinds, or anything that blocks your

sight inside the windows or doors

ROBBERS

If you ever think

about being a rob-

ber, think again be-

cause you might

end up in jail and -

ruin your own or

someone else’s life.

CRCRE E

Time Case by Lucas

My life isn`t like most

teenager girls. For example,

most girls would go to the mall

but I find out the truth about the

unknown.

I was reading a magazine

about the latest mishap when

the doorbell rang. My cat

screeched at the sound and I

scratched his ear to settle him

down. I creaked opened the door

and peeked out to find a pack-

age. I realized that it had no writ-

ing on it and if there was any, it

was barely readable because the

rain smeared the ink on the

package front. I looked around

to see if there was anybody

there, but nobody was in sight.

Noticing that I was shivering, I

went inside with the package in

my arms.

My mom was back home

from work and I hoped she

didn`t notice the package I was

cradling in my arms so I ran up-

stairs. Once in my room with the

door locked I unwrapped the

package. Inside I was staring

and a note which said I hope you

have a good nights sleep tonight.

I wonder what that means I

thought to myself. I ran to the

phone to call Brenda ( my best

friend) but when I called no one

answered. I started flipping out

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Why did I get this package?

What did the letter mean? And why

didn`t Brenda answer the phone when

she always has the phone in her

hands?

I thought about this when the

phone rang. I answered it. Someone

who had changed their voice spoke

into the receiver. I quickly jumped on

my computer tracing the callers loca-

tion. But the caller was expecting this

and said, “Come to Ivy`s warehouse at

12:00, don't bring anyone,” and hung

up.

I was so close to finding out

who gave me the package. At least I`ll

see them tonight at the warehouse.

It was like walking into a trap I

thought. The windows were blacked

out and the walls were covered in

scratched out paint. This is the kind of

place people go missing I thought.

I heard footsteps. I turned

around to see Brenda. “Brenda what

are you doing here?” I asked. She

stared at me with her clear blue eyes

and a tear trickled down the side of

her face.

I ran to her and said “Brenda

what's wrong?” A look of concern fell

across my face. “I'm so sorry’ she said

I was about to ask her what she was

sorry for when a dark figure appeared.

Only a few seconds later everything

went black..

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Kid websites to go to

www.millsberry.com

www.superpokepets.com

www.buildabearville.com

Other websites

www.gmail.com

www.yahoo.com

www.hotmail.com

Why buy nice clothes if they are expensive?

Get them on sale. I think clothes should cost

less than $30.00. Some clothes are REALLY

expensive. Clothes prices are at $30.00 or

more! If you can’t afford them, then we should

try to get stores to their lower prices.

I went Justice one time and all the clothes

were soooooo expensive. A mini skirt was

$30.00.

Some kids are feeling left out when they see

others wearing nice clothes. I think we

should try to get some nice clothes at lower

prices.

But how would you get the clothes to lower

prices??? You could talk to the storekeeper

or the manager. Tell the manager to send

more coupons. The people who are in charge

of the store should stop advertising because

it costs a lot of money to just advertise.

LOWER CLOTHING PRICES !

Choose nice but not

expensive clothes.

STAY C O O L A ND HAV E FUN!

Tips for Summer. School’s over! Want to have

some fun?! You like summer? You want to stay

cool? Then, turn the fan on, put on the T.V., have

some fruit. You will be cool and healthy . Also

open a good book. You never know what will

happen in a book. Plus get on the computer for

some fun games.

Please remember to DRINK WATER!!!!!!! It will

do you good. Last, at least eat some junk food.

Fun things to do

Stay cool 1

Buy school clothes 2

Make your own games 3

Stay cool and have FUN! 4

Eat 5

Make your own recipes 6

Drink water and play 7

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