Sunset
I watch the sun melting like butter into the calm swirl
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Issue: <span>January/February 2008</span>
I watch the sun melting like butter into the calm swirl
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I watch the sun melting like butter into the calm swirl
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Some days I look out the window through the mixture of trees, onto my backyard. The cool wind, the rustling of the leaves seem to beckon me closer. This way, this way to paradise, they whisper through the rays of sunshine. I cannot contain myself any longer, for I must traverse to my Utopia, my paradise, my special place.
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Min-Li was an eleven-year-old slave girl taken from her family so long ago that she barely even knew who she was. Her owner, Master Chu, never considered telling her anyway. He never really treated Min-Li properly, and he was a terrible master. Master Chu never even used Min-Li's real name; he called her "wretch" and "lazy one" instead. Min-Li's only friend was a river rat that she had named Huang He, after the Yellow River. After all, he was a river rat.
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The day of the eighth-grade picnic is beautiful and flawless, the sky a velvet blanket of blue. My mom drops me off in front of the school. A cheerful and colorful Goodbye Eighth Graders! banner greets me over the front door of the school. A big bouquet of purple balloons is tied to it. I go to Camden Academy, a small private school in New Hampshire with just fifteen kids in my grade. It is here where I've met my six best friends—Lilly, Elizabeth, Bridget, Charlotte, Sarah, and Caroline.
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“Imagine Ethan, right there: the Alamo!" Jack said, throwing out his arms at the blank patch of snow.
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Life As We Knew It by Susan Beth Pfeffer;
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“Dad," I whined, stomping the sole of my new black riding boots into the hard pavement of the driveway, feeling my heel grinding into the small pebbles. "Can we go to the stable yet?"
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A tree
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It was one of those winter days that seemed much more like spring. There had been a storm yesterday but the only trace of it now was the slightly dark mist suspended in the vast open sky. Weak sunlight crept through the open windows, casting a timid sort of light throughout the room and a quiet chirping of birds could almost be heard outside in the maple tree. It was just one of those days begging for me to go outside and find out what it would bring.
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