Fredrick H. Tuttle Middle School

Sometimes I feel like the world is a dismal, gray place. The clouds are gray, the snow is gray, and at times even the people are gray. Then, once in a while, the sun will shine, the clouds will go away, and a person will smile. And I see, that in reality, our world is a sparkling silver.

My heart pounded loudly, loud enough my conscience went mad. I wanted to burst through the door so bad, but why? Risk it and get in trouble because my head wanted to explode? No, I didn’t want to risk it. Not now.
“The coast is clear.” The general said as he marched out of the large, metal double doors. The thump of his lug boots tramped rhythmically to my heart’s pound. The two side soldiers tramped along with him. I was relieved finally, and crept out of the closet. Thousands of camo-colored jackets hung in arrange of hooks, boots were stacked on shelves. The military base camp was on hard place to get into, and one hard place to get out of.
Dylan, my older, 17 year old brother decided to join the Navy, and went to military school. I for once, cared that he’d die once he went to war or something. That last night I spent with him, he looked like he didn’t even care he was leaving home.

The Red Car
By Lexus Forkas
“What do you think Santa is gunna bring you this Christmas, Johnny?” 6-year-old Sam asked, waiting keenly for Johnny’s answer.
“I think he’s gunna give me that shinny red car I’ve always wanted. My momma said she would try to give it to me for Christmas, before she went away. And I have been saving up for it since I was 5 ½.” When Johnny was almost done his sentence, he started to cry.
“It’s ok Johnny, we all miss our mommy’s and daddy’s.” Sam replied while patting Johnny softly on his back. “But we all know that Santa will give us a nice home, with new mommies and daddies.”

Have you ever gone for a drive near the woods and then all the sudden you see another driveway leading to a house? I see it all the time and I want that to change. I don’t think people should be able to just barge into these animals’ habitats and build themselves a house, urban sprawl should be controlled. I would much rather go out on a road near the woods, and see woods and animals without the driveways. If people continue to build their houses on beautiful woody environments eventually all there will be is houses, houses, and more houses.

Being a Vermonter is a unique experience, like being one of those small states no one talks about, but we have our ways of being famous. For example, our scenic maple tree forests, our beautiful green mountains, and of course, Lake Champlain. I also love how this state is quiet, and not city-like where it’s dangerous, and noisy. There are a lot of things that Vermont is proud of, and those few things I just mentioned where just the tip of the iceberg.

Vermont is Green
By Jacob Trahan

The color green
Reminds me of
Rolling pastures
Through the Green Mountains.
So dazzling and gorgeous,
They bring to mind

Winter, Spring , Summer, Fall,
I love winter most of all.
The sun will shine but the air is cold,
We love it all but it never gets old.
The snowmen smile and the angels fall.
We go and throw a couple of snowballs.
I got hit and I hit them back
Ha! I got you too, now run to the shack.
We drink some cocoa; we’ve had some fun.
So now we run.

The tiny moments
By Stephanie Chang
Fredrick H. Tuttle Middle School, Grade 8

It is the solitary crimson petal in a black and white photograph.
The petal falls halfway in a churn of brightness and dark.
It is the sips of an evening tea from a delicate porcelain cup.
The bittersweet taste remaining in the back of your throat.