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Fixing Delilah

By Sarah Ockler, Reviewed by Anna Vinitsky

Published January 10, 2016

Fixing Delilah, by Sarah Ockler; Little, Brown and Company: New York, 2010; $16.99 Sarah Ockler’s Fixing Delilah follows Delilah Hannaford (a sixteen-year-old girl) as she discovers her family’s secrets and learns the true importance of...

Missing

by Ruby Dietz

Published January 10, 2016

A Walk Down the Ocean

by Abby Lustig

Published January 10, 2016

My Mother’s Little Girl

by Ella Staats

Published January 10, 2016

My mother always wanted a little girl. One who would wear frilly pink dresses and bows and barrettes in her hair and would play with dolls and have tea parties with china and have perfect...

Fall Night

By Elizabeth R. Herndon

Published January 10, 2016

I gaze at the fall night sky I lie down in the cold grass Close my eyes Breathing slowly I imagine I am a falling leaf I float in twirl in the slow breeze I...

Tranquility Reservoir

by Billy Liptrot

Published January 10, 2016

I gaze at the distant sun reflecting on the lake. I see the loon dipping in and out of the reservoir. Then I see a small ripple in the remote waters. That strikes a vague...

Adrin’s Chase

by Arden Bastia

Published January 10, 2016

Mission Beach

by Natalie Bettendorf

Published January 10, 2016

We the Children (Benjamin Pratt and the Keepers of the School)

By Andrew Clements, Reviewed by Madeline Hastie

Published January 10, 2016

Royal Blue

by Emma Callet

Published January 10, 2016

I paced nervously back and forth in front of Royal Blue’s stall and wondered why Dad was taking so long talking to Mr. Fields. Mr. Fields wasn’t going to buy Royal Blue even if he...

Fixing Delilah

Review Published January 10, 2016 By Sarah Ockler, Reviewed by Anna Vinitsky

Missing

Story Published January 10, 2016 by Ruby Dietz

Little brothers are so annoying. Sure, you usually care about them when they’re hurt or crying or something like that. But in my opinion, they’re just crazy little things that claim to be related to us. I never knew that I could be so worried about my brother. * * * The smiling sun shone brightly down on my back as I walked happily down the sidewalk.

A Walk Down the Ocean

Story Published January 10, 2016 by Abby Lustig

My feet slapped against the wet sand, and waves lapped at my toes. White umbrellas blossomed like flowers all over the beach, teetering and threatening to fall down in the salty ocean breeze. I crossed over to the dry, sugar-powdered sand, and I could hear my heart pounding as I sprinted through mounds of shells.

My Mother’s Little Girl

Story Published January 10, 2016 by Ella Staats

My mother always wanted a little girl. One who would wear frilly pink dresses and bows and barrettes in her hair and would play with dolls and have tea parties with china and have perfect manners and would take ballet and would grow up to marry a fine young gentleman and then have some more lovely children. But she got me. At first, when it was announced that I was a girl, she cried with joy.

Fall Night

Poem Published January 10, 2016 By Elizabeth R. Herndon

I gaze at the fall night sky I lie down in the cold grass Close my eyes Breathing slowly I imagine I am a falling leaf I float in twirl in the slow breeze I open my eyes stand up I look Around and all I see are bare Trees and fallen leaves I lie back down and stare at the Fall night sky

Tranquility Reservoir

Story Published January 10, 2016 by Billy Liptrot

I gaze at the distant sun reflecting on the lake. I see the loon dipping in and out of the reservoir. Then I see a small ripple in the remote waters. That strikes a vague memory of the days when my brother and I caught frogs in a nearby pond. There are frogs in my memory, jumping, creating small splashes in the water. Now, I dip my foot into the frigid water.

Adrin’s Chase

Story Published January 10, 2016 by Arden Bastia

Storm-tossed waves broke like a thousand glass shards against the craggy black rocks at the base of the cliff. A sleeping girl, curled among the long grasses, didn’t hear the storm. She was in the midst of a nightmare, tossing and turning. Suddenly, a clap of thunder pierced the night and the girl woke up, breathing heavily. She looked around, although it was impossible to see anything.

Mission Beach

Story Published January 10, 2016 by Natalie Bettendorf

There is one thing that always completes my summer. Mission Beach. Every August, my family either takes the eight-hour drive or the one-hour flight down to San Diego, where my mom grew up. My grandpa lives in a small complex called Stonecrest, and about a ten-minute drive away is Mission Beach, my favorite beach in the whole world.

We the Children (Benjamin Pratt and the Keepers of the School)

Review Published January 10, 2016 By Andrew Clements, Reviewed by Madeline Hastie

We the Children (Benjamin Pratt and the Keepers of the School), by Andrew Clements; Atheneum Books for Young Readers: New York, 2011; $6.99 Atheneum Books, the publishing company, knew what they were doing when they published this mysterious and wonderful book by Andrew Clements. I relate to Ben, the main character, a lot. Ben is friendly and outgoing. I am, too.

Royal Blue

Story Published January 10, 2016 by Emma Callet

I paced nervously back and forth in front of Royal Blue’s stall and wondered why Dad was taking so long talking to Mr. Fields. Mr. Fields wasn’t going to buy Royal Blue even if he paid hundreds of thousands of dollars for the successful racehorse, I knew, since Dad had told me just that morning that he wouldn’t sell. Dad turned down many offers already. Why wasn’t he giving Mr.

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