This book is dedicated to my whole family, lots of love, Pocha.
Serena The Seal
Once upon a time, in the Arctic, there lived an adorable and very curious seal pup. Her name was Serena.
And so every day, while her hardworking mother went off to catch fish for lunch, Serena would study the animals that passed by her hiding spot behind some ice.
Serena was a happy and healthy little seal, but she felt like she was missing something in her life. She was bored of being a seal.
All Serena wanted was to scamper across the ice like an Arctic hare, tromp around like the ferocious polar bear, and leap like the moose that visited Serena and her mother during migration season.
She saw a polar bear, tromp-tromp-tromping around looking for his next meal. Serena was very careful and watched from a safe distance. She did not want to be HIS lunch.
Once it was gone, Serena practiced being a polar bear. She put on a grumpy face and attempted to walk around like one. Instead of marching, she sort of flopped around on her flippers. Determined, Serena did not give up.
Then Serena saw an Arctic hare bounding across the snow and ice. It was small, furry, and full of energy and excitement. “Hello Serena!” it called out. Serena waved a flipper.
“Hi, Mrs. Evans!” Serena exclaimed. She had seen Serena making a fool of herself behind the ice. “Word to the wise dearie, don’t try to be something you’re not.” Then, she hippity-hopped away.
Serena did not know what she meant, so she asked her mother after she came back. In her jaws, Serena’s mother had a nice, big, juicy fish that she had caught for lunch.
Before she began to eat, Serena asked “Mother? Can I pretend to be something I’m not? Mrs. Evans said it was 'word to the wise' to not play make-believe.”
Serena’s mother replied “Why, my dear heart of course you can play pretend! It is just good to never change something about yourself, whether you’re a polar bear, a penguin, or my favorite daughter. I love you Serena, and never change anything about yourself.”
After lunch, Serena and her mother took a nice, long nap on the ice, and all was right with the animals in the Arctic. Serena now knew that she should be herself, and that no one else, could replace her.
The End!
It's Not Fair!
Life was normal, in the pencil case of Kaitlynn. The markers babysat the crayons that were too little to be used, the pencils, they took regular trips to the sharpener, and the rulers, well, they were the rulers. But me, I am a highlighter.
Sometimes I am very useful, since I am the yellow one. At drama practice, Kaitlynn always chooses me, and my buddy the pink highlighter, to highlight her parts with. During tests, Kaitlynn always counted on me to highlight the evidence that she uses in her essays.
But the rulers (Ugh!), are getting bossier, day by day. They’re so full of it! It’s not fair! In Erika’s pencil case (where they worship turtles), even in Vince’s (where everything is chaos) the rulers are super bossy too! I’m thinking of starting a revolt, or a revolution.
All the while and I didn’t notice Kaitlynn’s hand reaching inside the case and going for the pencils. I guess Kaitlynn is doing her morning work right now. I'm not used that much anymore, 5th grade is almost over. But Kaitlynn still loves me, and that's what matters!
At lunch, while Kaitlynn was away, I gathered a meeting inside the pencil case. (Since the rulers have their own place to hang out, the snobs can’t eavesdrop on us.)
I tapped my younger cousin, the mini marker, against a yellow sticky note. “We need to address the issue of the rulers. They spend all day pushing us around and making us work.” I said in a loud, proud voice.
One little pencil piped up “A ruler once broke my tip, all because he said I was too slow to work in the notebook!” Me and most of the whole room gasped.
Breaking a tip was a very serious thing, and it hurt a lot, especially when you are a baby. Even the sharpeners are careful not to break the tips of the pencils. She shuffled to the front of the room, to show a bandage around his delicate forehead.
Mothers murmured, and fathers freaked out. They didn’t want their children in danger because of the rulers. People started to agree with me, more and more that we should stand up against the rulers. I felt so proud!
The rulers did not stand a chance between our sharp points, inky markers, and our creative crayons. Next, I divided everyone into groups. The markers and the crayons planned out our strategies, the scissors and the staplers were going to learn how to defend themselves, and the erasers and glue sticks were going to heal anyone who got hurt.
I know what you’re thinking. How could a highlighter start a war? Well, let’s just say this is at the point where we can’t take any more of this. I’m thinking about starting a democracy, like the one I learned about in Kaitlynn’s history book. This way, we decide who gets to be in charge.
We have finished our geometry and measurement unit; and therefore, we will not need our rulers anymore. I am coming around to collect them all.”
Then, the lights clicked on, and we all shuffled back into place. Kaitlynn and her classmates were back from lunch, and Mrs. Keogh had an announcement.
We all knew what this meant. The rulers were disappearing forever, and we didn’t even have to lift an eraser tip. Thank you, Mrs. Keogh! Just after she finished, Kaitlynn looked down into our desk, and winked at me.
Life is now awesome in the pencil case, and everyone is happy. We have our own democracy and even our own laws and rules (rules without rulers) and I, the yellow highlighter, is the proud president of the pencil case!
The End!
Life As a Chess Piece
“Check!” cries the maniacal White Queen. Our King struggles to get out of her grasp but finds somewhere safe from her clutches.
The White Kingdom pieces are ruthless. They will stop at nothing to capture our loyal subjects, whether it is a lowly Pawn villager, or a tall-standing Bishop.
I realized it was my twin’s turn to move. I hoped and prayed that he wouldn’t get captured, but he hasn’t been ever since I did, in that one, fateful game.
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This book is dedicated to my whole family, lots of love, Pocha.
Serena The Seal
Once upon a time, in the Arctic, there lived an adorable and very curious seal pup. Her name was Serena.
And so every day, while her hardworking mother went off to catch fish for lunch, Serena would study the animals that passed by her hiding spot behind some ice.
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