Tales, Teasers, and Other Things!

By Writing Rocks

This is the culminating project of an afterschool writing program in which children were allowed to just create.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Writing Rocks
• Release date: May 22, 2013

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Copyright:

Published by the kids at Picadome Elementary at Smashwords

Copyright 2013 Writing Rocks, Inc.

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Smashwords Edition, License Notes

This ebook is a culmination of hard work and fun. Most of the editing and storyline ideas are the creation of nine and ten-year-olds. This ebook may not be sold for profit. If you would like to share this book with another person, please download accordingly so we can keep accurate records. Thank you for respecting the hard work of these young and budding authors.

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Table of Contents

Diary of a Mean Girl

The Saddest Day

History in the Making

The Creature

The Great Dragon’s Cave

The King of Terror

Ghost Dog

Rudolf the Polka Dotted Human

Teenage Life

The Story of Trees

The Forest No One Sees

The Secret Life of Sandy Hook

I had a Life

Diary of a Mean Girl

9/15/2012

Dear Diary,

My mom gave me you for me to write my ideas and thoughts but I just think that is lame. But since she insists that write in you I might as well do so. I’ll start from my name- Stephanie Stellar Summers. My age- 12 ( because of my height many people think I’m older than that).Well, I have straight blond hair, baby blue eyes, a little sister, a cat, and I go to Maxwell Middle School. Some call me mean but I call myself sassy. This state (Florida) is much different than all of the others. We eat oranges like their drugs. Also (this is the main thing that is confusing) instead of just inviting someone to prom we give them a ring to show how much we want that person to go out with us. I brought that up because school dance is coming up and I am scared now.

I’ll just start you off with what happened a few days ago. I was walking down Cherry Lane off to school with my gang of girl’s surrounding me. The wind blew lightly making leaves shuffle overhead. It was a beautiful day with the sun glistening upon me, there were cute gray bunny’s looking around, and blue jays chirped quietly. That was all till I saw Caroline Evergreen with her 2 nerd-bots Laya Celtic and Sophie Freidan. Caroline has red hair that glows, it’s not as cool as mine, but it will take away my popularity. Sophie and Laya have the same brown, frizzy hair that will NEVER change. Caroline was buzzing away with gossip only telling Laya and Sophie. She crossed the street with a smile on her face every few minutes looking at me. She came right up to me and looked at my shoes (I really can see why, Daddy bought me the not even out yet of Sparkle Spots, I know what you are thinking weird name but they have real gold shavings. Luckily, they were on discount for $2,000!)

Um, HI! Caroline mumbled.

I hesitated to walk away or respond.

Get out of my way, tatter-clothes I snickered.

Everyone behind me laughed, a few stuck out their tongues to Caroline. Sophie (or was it Laya) walked up to me. I pulled out my lip-gloss and put on a few layers. The brand Reality has lip-glosses depending on their name it actually gives you that talent or thing for 30 minutes. Thanks to Daddy buying every single model I have them all, they even come with a cute case. Today I have Brave-Heart and Beauty-Queen in my back pocket. I pull out Brave-Heart and pass on a few layers. A sparkling sensation went through me, the back of my neck prickled with excitement. A breeze blew back my hair back (was it because of the lip-gloss I don’t know) pride seeped through me, my heart started beating faster.

Don’t call me or Caroline any names, do you understand me? Laya protested

Well, look who is standing up to her best friend. Now mo0ve out of the way nerd-bot or you will never remember your last dream. Come on MOVE! I snapped

Kala ran away from me and hid behind Caroline. Now Sophie reached into her backpack. The girls behind me gasped. I looked around hearing the clatter of metal, shocked spread across all the girls’ faces. One of them looked around me and chewed on her lip. I twirled around me. A cup of deep red tomato juice was clutched in her hand. I gasped, my mouth hanging open. Caroline was trying to hold Sophie back but it was too late. Sophie threw the tomato juice with the cap off. The wet, red liquid splattered all over me. I looked down at my newest designer clothes .My white shirt was blood red, my pants the same color. I felt my mascara drip off. Breathing deeply I got down to sprinting position. I sprinted pulling Sophie along with me, and then nailed her to the nearest tree.

WHAT IN THE WORLD WERE YOU THINKING? YOU COVERED ME IN TOMATO JUICE. WHEN DADDY GETS HIS HANDS ON YOU, NOTHING WILL SURVIVE. HE WILL SELL YOU TO THE ORPHANGE FOR ALL I CARE! I roared

Caroline pulled me back and pushed me to the ground. I was going to get back up but Laya was holding me down .Her breathed blew into my face, I wanted to throw up thanks to the smell of eggs.

Stephanie, calm down, it was an accident. Don’t worry; the washing machine will probably clean everything up. It won’t be bad at all. She soothed

WON’T BE BAD? HOW WILL I GO TO SCHOOL?! DO YOU THINK I HAVE AN EXTRA PAIR OF A $500 PANTS.WHAT ABOUT MY SHIRT IT HAS AN UNWASHABLE MATERIAL SEWED INTO IT.GET OFF OF ME EGG-BREATH. I sneered

Kala pushed off me, her frizzy hair flopping in my face. I spit dramatically just so people feel pity for me, it seems to work. Girls rush over to me and help lift me up, occasionally dabbing my clothes with little bits of tissue. Every second that passes my clothes clings even closer to me. The last time I ever had this feeling before is when my butler dropped lemonade on me. BLAH!!

Stephanie please, by the way you were making her mad she was forced to. I have an extra pair of clothes with me in my pack; if I give it to you will you promise not to attack Sophie or Kala ever again. If you do I, well we, promise to keep our mouths shut. Caroline inquired

I thought about this for a moment, thoughtful faces of my crowd looking down at me.

She is pretty much asking me to wear her filthy clothing, not pounce on her friends, and then to top it all off not tell Mum or Dad. That is like asking a dog to do you laundry for a life time without getting any food. That makes no sense for me to accept this at all. How am I going to go to school with…?

My thoughts were interrupted be the zipper of Caroline’s backpack. She pulled out a white shirt with degusting red flower vines on them. There was an ugly (I think cotton if so who uses that material anymore) red vest stitched on the shirt. I think she wants the pants to match the shirt (which was done very poorly) so the pants were DARK orange pants with a red piece of cloth sticking out of the side. Was that supposed a new stamen of fashion, not today!

Isn’t it beautiful Caroline grinned

Really, does she think that that hump of orange poo is pretty? She must needs her eyes checked out. Well thinking about that reminds me, I think she wears contacts. Well there I said it. Once I walked into the bathroom at her sticking her finger in her eye looking like she was pushing something around her eyeball. When she saw that I was watching she made the excuse that she was getting an eyelash out of her eye. Well I am not that stupid, thank you very much.

So what do you think of the dress, isn’t it lovely! Caroline sighed

I made sure my eyes were super wide to show my shock about the clothing. Catching my breath getting ready to scream a look of excitement was thrown upon Caroline’s face.

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHI screamed

Well with a lot of twangs and twinges I could make … this pretty. Should I ask for permission? Well it’s her clothing. But I am the one who is going to wear it. Huh, I might as well just ask if I can get my kit and bring it to life.

Do you seriously that that is pretty. Come on you really need to go to fashion school. I am not asking permission nor anything but, can I use my kit on that? I mumbled

Caroline’s face sprang to life. She gathered Kala and Sophie and started to mumble. After a few minutes they all stepped back and caught their breath.

Well, GO AHAID! Caroline squealed

She threw the shirt and pants along with my backpack. I pulled the golden copper zipper down and dug through my pack. I pulled out things one at a time mumbling their names.

Lip-gloss, calendar, homework, math-text-book, oh here it is, well finally, my sewing kit. I mumbled

Bringing out the sparkling kit Kala (or was it Sophie) started to giggle.

9/15/12

Dear Diary,

Ok sorry dad called me to lunch, so let me finish the story.

I looked up and saw LOGAN!!!!

Ohmygoshwhathappensifheseesmelikethis! Breathe, Stephanie, breathe. So like diary I forgot to tell you that I have a crush on the hottest boy at school LOGAN!

Quick hide me you lame brains, don’t let him see me. I yelped

OOOHHH look who has a crush! Kala snickered

Kala quiet it out, please I know you have a crush too so just stop. Caroline whispered

Thank you for that kind speech but, HE IS GETTING CLOSER! I whispered-screamed

The girls shuffled me and my things behind the nearest tree, blocking any trail of me being there.

I peeked through the pokey evergreen branches. I saw Logan with his ripped jeans and deep green t-shirt walk across the street in a swagger motion.

Hey, what’s up! he said with his deep voice

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