Main Street Middle School

I didn't go to school until the sixth grade, when my parents gave me the choice and I decided to try it. For the first month or so of school, before he moved away, a new, unpopular boy shared several classes with me and I saw my first cases of bullying. The pale, slightly pudgy kid tried and failed to be funny and nearly everyone, even girls, said mean things about him and made fun of his attempts to cause laughter. I think he went to the guidance counsellor but, as far as I could tell, nothing happened with it.

The day I avoided celery was a marvelous day. It was dark out and my mom had made celery pot pie. "Yucky!" I complained to my mom.
"Well, then get some cereal Jane."
After getting a bowl of my favorite cereal, I went upstairs to do my algebra homework. As I approached my room I smelt something. It was the smell of rotten cheese. I screamed at the top of my lungs because I knew who did this terrible act. " John!, Get up here right NOW!"

I avoid heights
Being up high is a wonderful
yet
horrible thing
You are closer to the sky then you are
on ground
But you can fall and get surrounded
by pain
Sometimes you can't help
but be frightened
by the sight in front of you when you're up high

I avoid pistachio ice cream,
I avoid gummy peanuts
I avoid the creeps in front of the supermarket,
I avoid waking up.
Then I avoid going to bed.
I avoid pretentious people.
I avoid cliques, posses, packs, and anything related.
I avoid truth,
I avoid lies,
I avoid wet socks,
I avoid bad haircuts,
I avoid crowds,
I avoid ax murderers,
I avoid cafeteria food.
And I avoid bratty toddlers.
I avoid the mafia
I avoid killer whales
And I avoid sharks.
I avoid my grandma's seafood scampi.
I avoid boy bands.
I avoid fake bacon bits.
I avoid entitled people.
I avoid racism,

Today I got a giant heap of homework and assignments
of calculations, spelling tests, and words as weird as declingments

So I did what I always do I did every thing beside it
I brushed my teeth I combed my hair and I started a nasty riot

I played with my dog, I brushed my cats hair,
and I washed all my dirty underwear

I made dinner for brunch
and breakfast for lunch
and for dinner I had a break fast for brunch

but then after having all that fun
I realized I had done every thing to be done

I looked my room through
for those assignments due

THE ASSIGNMENTS

I avoided this writing prompt
Because writing is not my favorite thing
I avoided this writing prompt
Because I was eating a chicken wing
I avoided this writing prompt
Because I was playing on the Wii
I avoided this writing prompt
Because I was swimming in the sea
I avoided this writing prompt
And it made me very distraught
I avoided this writing prompt
Although I really did not

Avoidance
By Fox Winters
Grade 6
Main Street Middle School

I try to avoid a lot of things,
like scary people in wal-mart,
and my mom's eggplant casserole.
Yes there are a lot of things I try to avoid.
Like the 3rd floor of my school,
or the peas in my macaroni and cheese
But there are some things I don't try to avoid,
like going to lunch early,
or seconds on dessert.
Avoiding things is a habit of mine,
but I've been trying to avoid it.

I was in gym
I was against him
He threw the ball
It hit the wall
I avoided the dodgeball

i avoid capital letters
it makes my writing betters
my sentences only have so many
i don't write any

I didn't go to school until the sixth grade, when my parents gave me the choice and I decided to try it. For the first month or so of school, before he moved away, a new, unpopular boy shared several classes with me and I saw my first cases of bullying. The pale, slightly pudgy kid tried and failed to be funny and nearly everyone, even girls, said mean things about him and made fun of his attempts to cause laughter. I think he went to the guidance counsellor but, as far as I could tell, nothing happened with it.

Mivel Mischief

I'll never forget that day,
right in the middle of May.
Everything was cast with sunshine,
meaning for summer it was time.
I looked up and saw it all,
even more amazing than fall.
It was as mysterious as the sun,
no memories like that; it stunned.
Crazily and horribly beautiful,
so fake you could call fanciful.
With the force of thunder at midnight,
I could feel my heart skip a beat.
I lost sight;
but I knew to fear there was no need,
and from my lips came the words:
That was the most brilliant color blue I've ever seen.

Everyday.
Every Minute.
Every Second.
Is spent thinking about you.
Wishing and hoping that you will someday return.
Whenever I look at pictures.
A single tear rolls down my face.
I remember the Memories.
None were bad.
Always Good.
I wish I could have you back.
I have changed immensely
My life as of now.
Is Undefined.
I don't know what's going to happen.
You were my guidance.
My Hero.
The one who I looked up to.
Now that you're gone.
I do not know.
What I am going to do?
That question is in my mind.
Every second.
Everyday.

The waves lap,
on this silent night.
With a sound like a tap,
in this pitch-black light.

No birds sing,
on this silent night.
They have all taken wing,
in this pitch-black light.

Snow dances down,
on this silent night.
To freeze a little town,
in this pitch-black light.

Tears roll down cheeks,
on this silent night.
As if it's been oh-so-many weeks,
in this pitch-black light.

A lamp is alight,
on this silent night.
To help hold a baby tight,
in this pitch-black light.

Waves lap,
on this silent night.
No birds sing,
in this pitch-black light.

What is cold?

Is cold a being?

Is it a state of mind? Is it a force to steal us from our lives

to take us someplace new

to teach a lesson

about life

and the world?

Does it plan to transport us

to another time,

another place,

another life?

Does it plan to help us solve our problems

or make them worse?

Why

does it chill us through,

but give us joy?

Make us feel

like children once more

What

is cold?

You know how on TV shows people say, “What could possibly go wrong,” and then the worst thing happened. Well, the worst thing for me would have to be snow. I’ve always disliked the snow, but there was one time that really pushed my buttons. It was a cold afternoon, and I was outside playing hide and seek with my friends. It was my turn to seek and I looked for them for a long time. Next thing I knew, they stuck behind a huge snow bank!

The cold is a brilliant, and yet horrid thing that I personally take little joy from. Living in Vermont, you tend to get used to the almost unbearable subzero temperatures. And, living in Vermont, you tend to get a good picture of what the cold actually is. There is no simple answer as to whether you like the cold or not. It takes a lot of contemplation to figure out your opinion.

She sat alone, her knees tucked up to her chest. Her arms wrapped around her shins, tight and very close. She was sitting on ice, in a frozen cave surrounded with white. Her fingers are closed into a fist, shivering with a numb feeling. Her jaw chattering up and down, making a clicking sound. She reaches up slowly and painfully as she places her palms on her tender, swollen, scarlet cheeks to warm them. She could not ignore the frigid temperatures. She looks down and remembers her feet and toes that she forgot she even had. Her whole body looked like a green, maroon colored bruise.

Laying in the snow, my body trembling, just after hitting a tree. Wailing for help. I was panicked, startled, afraid, scared of getting injuries, just laying there. Trying to jump to my feet, skis tangled, ankles twisted. Laying there Taking off my skis as they are swiftly oozing down the slope, coming to a halt. I got up, restlessly dashing through the snow. Alone, up high on the bare mountainside. I got up, skidding down to the lift. Thinking to myself "Where's my parents"? "Did they send people to find me?" Finding the lift, then my parents, hugs flying, I was safe.

During the white months of December, January, February, and March, there is a presence outside that makes water turn to ice, and us turn around and go back inside when it touches our bare skin. This is known as the cold. It makes animals hibernate, and struggle to find food. It also makes us miserable when were out in the cold. Some people love it, some people hate it, some people cannot get away from it. Those who cannot get away from it are powerless until meeting the welcoming mat at the steps of their house, to start over, and over until the cold is gone.

I am a winter explorer
Traipsing through a frozen wood
The going isn't pleasant
Snow-stung cheeks
Wet mittens
Itchy hat
An insolent boot becomes detached
But the foot won't slow down
Now wet foot and mittens
Snow crystals scrape against the bare leg
Drawing red
I put the wet foot
Back in the bad boot
This explorer is done for the day

The coldness bites into my skin as I see my very first snowfall in Vermont. The air is filled with white flakes that dance in the air around me. The moment is filled with happiness and joy. I am very excited to see that the snow is quickly piling up on the ground. The wind blows fiercely against my already pink cheeks. The snowflakes swirl around me as if trying to dance in the gray, cloudy sky. I walk along the silent sidewalk, looking at my black gloved hands; I see the neatly-patterned snowflakes falling, one by one, onto the palms of my hands.

You step into the hotel elevator, and it’s crowded. You look around and see all the teenagers in superhero costumes, businessmen with girlfriends, and vacationing tourists. You fit into the second category, only without the girlfriend. The last one in is a punk girl with knee-high army boots. She had blue-black hair with purple streaks. What an annoying person, you think. The elevator starts moving. Up one floor, two floors, and three floors, before coming to a shuddering halt. The elevator lights flicker until they go out.

This is going to be a story about a place where everyone has been, though not everyone may remember. You close your sore eyes and let your worries go, drifting off to sleep as the darkness surrounds you. You open your eyes to complete darkness, to your own form of regret. You call out and only hear your own echo respond. Then you start to run, an endless marathon. You start to panic and break out in a cold sweat. Then you start to wonder why the darkness of this place is not devouring you. Could it possibly mean that there's still hope to escape this dark and lonely place?

Who am I?

By Megan McMullen
Main Street Middle School, Grade 8

I walk outside feeling like there is nowhere to go,
No one to be with.
Who ever knew I would be alone in this world?
I wish I could change
But that can't be done
I'm just me.
I look around and see this beautiful world right in front of my eyes.
But where do I fit in this picture?
I am a unique person.
I am honest and just don't really care.
My eyes reflect the ocean
Cannot defy my imagination.
It's so creative.
So understanding it would be award-winning to understand me.
But you can't.

Wake up in my bed,
Don’t want to get up, stay warm instead,
So I try to rest and sleep,
But I get awakened yet again by an alarm clock beep,
When I get up I get hit by a blow,
Hooray! Hooray! The first day of snow!
I dress up quick and go downstairs,
Put up my hood so I don’t freeze my hairs,
My ears listen hard when I hear the radio,
No school today, there’s too much snow!
On the table there is a piece of toast,
All buttered up, just like chicken roast!
My dog Sophie bursts through the door,
Dropping water all over the floor.
Then comes my mom a scowl on her face,

Tap N' Die

As I came around the turn on my bike, I saw a patch of broken branches and lost my balance, skidding toward them...

When I look back at that spot now I wonder how I got past all of that. The mountain biking trip started at the high school, driving to Kingdom Trails on Burke Mountain. When we arrived in the car we got to start driving up a steep road that was only for school groups.

Never-ending war

By Caitlyn Bashara
Main Street Middle School, Grade 7

Do you have a sibling
who won't leave you alone?
It starts off as you both
are having fun. Then, like a bomb,
your sibling flips out over nothing!
Your parents hear her yelling
and see what's going on.
They see you as the harasser,
then everything turns in to a disaster
For your parents praise your little sibling
and treat you like you're nothing.
It's a never-ending war, you see,
I'll tell you this right now:
You'll always be known as guilty
and receive a big fat frown.

Journey through a fight

By Paige Brigham
Main Street Middle School, Grade 7

The hate sits on top of me, covering up all my other feelings.
The anger not wanting to leave.
The strength within me tries hard to push it away, but at the same time I want it to stay.
I see the fight over and over again in my head, it makes me feel madder and madder.
Then I stare for a second, thinking, until I realize the fault is all mine.
The guilt tugs at my shoulder, and the anger is slowly forgotten.
The videos from head are still playing but only show that I am the bad one.