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I wish I can be  Laela Grade 5 - Gilliard Elementary - Ms. Norton

Jessica was trouble in school. She could not pay attention, stop talking, or do work. She was having trouble doing homework too. She barely had anyone to help her. At home, she had to help her grandma with everything. When she had a lot to do with her grandma, she can’t do her chores. So she gets grounded. When Jessica got grounded, she was thinking of what object she could be. Jessica said, “I want to be a dog”. She realized dogs waste their breath catching a ball all day and being on a leash. Her other suggestion was being a light bulb. She realized again that if she was a light bulb that she would be up all night. Jessica thought it was worthless. So she decided to work harder and be more participating in things. IYA SIMONE GILLARD ELEMENTARY ARCHERY TEAM

 Gillard Elementary Archery team is a special team to me. I have been a team member since 2015 and as team members we are supposed to stick together. Archery is a hardworking sport, that compete against different schools. This sport has monthly tournaments which consist of a Regional Tournament, State Tournament, National Tournament and the Star Tournament. Archery has rules that must be followed when the tournament has begun and each team from each School is shooting the audience must be quite. There is no talking the tournament is in session. The first whistle signals each team member to get their bows and return back to their spot. The next two whistles signals team members to begin shooting, which in Archery each team members has two minutes to shoot each arrow. The last whistle signals team members to walk and place their scores on the scorecards. Gillard Archery Team has Coach Robinson, Coach Nichols and Coach Pace. They are very strict on the team members when it comes to practices and reaching our goals. Our coaches teaches the team members how to focus and to do your very best. Each tournament I tend to get better and better. I enjoy my Archery team, my coaches at Gillard Elementary and I look forward to be part of this same team next year. MaKeeta and the Creeping Ghost Amandra Grade 5 - Gilliard Elementary - Ms. Shaw

Once upon a time, there was a girl skipping through the streets at night and she saw something very colorful. Then she started to skip fast. She was by herself so she thought. No one, but her. Someone was there alright. Suddenly, she SLIPPED in this big muddy water puddle. She screamed, “OUCH! My Knee!”. She looked behind her and saw something colorful once again. She squinted to get a close look. Can you guess what it was? Do you think your answer is right? Read on to check and see. This was a RED, WHITE, and BLUE ghost that could’ve stood for the U.S.A. MaKeeta kept her mouth shut and started to run like crazy! She ran so fast, that she ran a mile back to her house in a second. At that moment, she thought it was all over with and she was safe. NOT JUST YET! She heard a LOUD BANG at the front door. Then all of a sudden, her lights flickered and turned off. She was scared. AH! The ghost whispered loudly in the dark creepy house. “I’m getting out of town!” MaKeeta made a frightening scream. Just as she opened the front door, there was the spooky U.S.A colorful ghost. She fainted. The ghost took her to the ghost’s place where he takes people. Her mother and father were out getting gas for tomorrow’s trip. She was never heard of again.

The Birth Brianna Grade 5 - Gilliard Elementary - Ms. Shaw <span style="font-family: 'Comic Sans MS',cursive; font-size: 120%;"> One day there was a beautiful little boy. He was just born so he is a newborn. The newborn’s name was Braxton and he was loved by his family. Braxton loves his family. Jana Rena Rogers is his mother. Jeremiah Rogers is his father. His sister, Shakira, was the most helpful big sister ever. She protects him. One day she was at her job and a man came to the door. Braxton went to his mom’s and dad’s room and told them someone was at the door. So his mom went to the door and it was just Shakira. “Hey little man! I thought you were asleep. Time for tickle monster!” she said. Braxton laughs, “No tickle monsters!” Shakira went to her room to change and there was an envelope on her bed. Shakira opened the letter to a college and squealed. Shakira’s family ran in her room. Braxton ran in first. He said “What’s wrong?” Shakira told her family she got into the college that she had wanted. They all went out on a victory party for her. She was talking at the restaurant that she had gotten married and her family was happy. Her husband was hiding at another table behind them. <span style="font-family: 'Comic Sans MS',cursive; font-size: 120%;">(2 years later) After Shakira graduated from college she had more news. She told her family that she was pregnant. “I can’t believe there is a little baby inside my sister”, said Braxton. “I know even though it is a baby, I will always have time for you,” said Shakira. “How many months are you?” asked her mother. “3 months”, Shakira said. So Shakira went to the doctor with her mother because her husband Mark was at work. It was a girl! Shakira told her husband and she was so happy. So they went shopping for baby things. Shakira bought this cute little pink crib. Shakira and Mark picked out a name, Malenda May Smith. So her mom bought her a stroller for her to use. <span style="font-family: 'Comic Sans MS',cursive; font-size: 120%;">(5 months later) “Shakira, Shakira! Where are you?” asked her mother. She was in her room asleep. “Shakira, Shakira! Wake up! It is time to see your doctor!” So she got up and went to the doctor. “Aww! I can see her nose and I can see her mouth”, said Shakira. So they went home and started packing to go to the hospital when it is time. <span style="font-family: 'Comic Sans MS',cursive; font-size: 120%;">(2 months later) “Ohh it’s time! It’s time!” said Shakira. So they hurried off to the hospital and had a beautiful girl. <span style="font-family: 'Comic Sans MS',cursive; font-size: 120%;">(5 years later) Braxton is in the 3rd grade and Malenda is in kindergarten. They both are very good. Then came Braxton’s birthday. He is turning 9. Malenda will be 6 in 2 months. She is very happy. <span style="font-family: 'Comic Sans MS',cursive; font-size: 120%;">(6 years later) Malenda got a dog for her birthday. Everybody got happy and they lived happily ever after. excerpt from//The Bless of God// by Stella    Mary B. Austin – Fourth Grade – Mrs. Pope This is the story of my Bless of God, the story of my childhood. <span style="display: block; font-family: 'Comic Sans MS',cursive; font-size: 120%; text-align: center;">Chapter 1: Struggle July 13, 1972: I was hopeless. My whole family was hopeless. A fire started in our kitchen, Sunday morning. We made it out, but only with a queen mattress, two loaves of bread, pillows, a box of chocolates, and five oranges. We had already saved our three fish and dog by the time the firetruck got here. My house was rubble. There was nothing I could do. <span style="font-family: 'Comic Sans MS',cursive; font-size: 120%;"> July 16, 1972: It was my third night without my bed. I still couldn’t get used to the heat; my clothes were only so thin. “What are we going to do Mama?” I asked slowly. Mama replied, “We’ll find somewhere to go.” “I hope you’re right.” <span style="display: block; font-family: 'Comic Sans MS',cursive; font-size: 120%; text-align: center;"> Chapter 2: It all changes September 5,1972: I’ve pretty much gotten used to everyone’s boring stares like bulls ready to charge at me. Tomorrow school starts. Mrs. Mims is my teacher. I love school even though all I do is draw. Mama says I should pay more attention in class, but I think all that matters is finding food. When it comes to survival, how can school matter! <span style="font-family: 'Comic Sans MS',cursive; font-size: 120%;">October 31, 1972: I can’t wait until Halloween this afternoon. I;m not going to be anything of course, but I’ll still get candy. Butterscotch is my favorite. Then it’s Necco wafers and Tootsie rolls, Hershey bars, caramels, and so on. I’m going trick-or-treating with my friend Todd. December 19, 1972: Christmas is coming. I’m so excited. It won;t be much but I might still get something. “Oh! Who are you?” said a voice behind me. I whipped around. “Who’s there?” I called. “Me.” I looked around and saw an old man with gray hair, a green vest, and white pants. “What’s your name?” he asked again. “Emmaline Yance,” I replied. “Here, take this,” he said. What? A twenty-dollar bill, I thought. I wonder what I’ll use it for? I was grateful and it was God. <span style="display: block; font-family: 'Comic Sans MS',cursive; font-size: 120%; text-align: center;">Chapter 3: As if Miracles Repeat January 2, 1973: My baby sister is due April 1st, and Mama was right; school is very important. I’m sitting here longing for something to Aid my aching heart. I watch the young children frolic in the meadow. “Excuse me,” said a small voice. “Yes?” I said. “Here,” the child said. She held in her hand a floppy, but soft, small, stuffed puppy. I reached my hand slowly out and grabbed it. “Thank you,” I said. That was my Aid. <span style="font-family: 'Comic Sans MS',cursive; font-size: 120%;"> January 29 1973: I’ve used my puppy ever since I got it. His name is Rogie Graham. “Hello, how are you today?” Rogie told my hand. “Good,” my hand said. I love that girl who gave this to me. And I am grateful and it was God. **<span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman',serif; font-size: 12pt;">An Unexpected Experience **  **<span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman',serif; font-size: 12pt;">Isabelle **   **<span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman',serif; font-size: 12pt;">St. Ignatius Catholic School – 6th Grade – Mrs. Ackermann **

<span style="font-family: 'Comic Sans MS',cursive; font-size: 120%;">When I found out I was going to Paris for three weeks, I was elated with joy. All my life I had wanted to explore new and different places. I absorbed every detail around me. We spent hours every day walking through the streets and visiting the unique landmarks of Paris. My family embarked on many adventures, but the story I'm about to tell you is the greatest exploit of them all. <span style="font-family: 'Comic Sans MS',cursive; font-size: 120%;">After a long day walking in the blazing sun, I was ready to get back to our apartment. My cheeks were burned, my legs ached, and I was worn and exhausted. I treaded to the nearby subway arret with my mother and my sister, Mary Alice. Once we finally got there, I slowly worked my way down the steps, weaving in and out of the swarms of people. Suddenly, the pungent smell of filth and odor reached my nose, halfway down the stairs. As I walked along the never-ending hallways, I observed dirt and grime smeared between the cracks in white brick. This was another typical Paris metro station. <span style="font-family: 'Comic Sans MS',cursive; font-size: 120%;">Immediately upon reaching the terminal, we ran to board the metro. "Hurry up girls," my mother yelled to Mary Alice and I over the screeching wail of a train halting to a finish. Subsequently, my mom held her hand out, and I grasped it. I was too afraid to get lost in the wave of people. Once I was about to jump through the entrance, the doors suddenly shut in front of me. Now, my firm grasp of her hand was gone. <span style="font-family: 'Comic Sans MS',cursive; font-size: 120%;">"Moooommmm!" I screamed. I saw her terrified face through the glass as the entry closed. I wailed aloud. At that moment, I turned to see my sister's frozen, pale face. <span style="font-family: 'Comic Sans MS',cursive; font-size: 120%;"> "What are we going to do?" I said in a panicky voice. My body was shaking from fright. <span style="font-family: 'Comic Sans MS',cursive; font-size: 120%;"> "We have to find her," my sister obviously stated. <span style="font-family: 'Comic Sans MS',cursive; font-size: 120%;">"Well duh, but how?" I replied. <span style="font-family: 'Comic Sans MS',cursive; font-size: 120%;"> Soon after, I stepped back from the rails, toward the seats by the wall. I was just about to plop down on a chair because my feet really hurt, but then I looked down to realize the seats were disgustingly gross. They were plastered with gunky guck, and some lay with puddles of a mysterious liquid. At this point, I was overcome with misery, and I didn't know what to do. <span style="font-family: 'Comic Sans MS',cursive; font-size: 120%;"> "Are we supposed to ask for help or take a train to the following stop to see if she's there?" my sister smartly asked. <span style="font-family: 'Comic Sans MS',cursive; font-size: 120%;"> Subsequently, I replied, "I honestly don't know." I looked around to see of crowd of people with blank, cold faces. <span style="font-family: 'Comic Sans MS',cursive; font-size: 120%;"> I uttered in a contemplative voice, “There probably isn’t much chance of asking for help. Whenever we go to the following subway stop, she might be there, but there was one flaw to the indicated idea. Did she proceed ahead or should we stay put and she will come back to get us?” <span style="font-family: 'Comic Sans MS',cursive; font-size: 120%;"> There was no reply from my sister. We sat, wondering what to do. In the midst of a pondering silence, I blurted, "I think we should go to the next arret." <span style="font-family: 'Comic Sans MS',cursive; font-size: 120%;"> My sister thought of the idea for a few moments and with an exasperated sigh said, "I think you're right." <span style="font-family: 'Comic Sans MS',cursive; font-size: 120%;"> We boarded the train. Even though the ride only lasted for a few moments, it seemed like we were riding in the dark, eerie underground for a long time. When the train doors flew open, I stayed alongside my sister while we searched for a parting in the wave of people coming out. Finally, I stepped onto the platform. I searched the room with the fear my mother wouldn't be there. <span style="font-family: 'Comic Sans MS',cursive; font-size: 120%;"> In a split second, I saw my sister dart across the platform. I darted after her. Now, in a feeling of joy I don't think I've ever had, I rushed up to my mom. We all stood there for an eternity, tears streaming down our faces, in my mother's arms, realizing the experience we went through. When I look back on it, the scarred images race through my mind, and I remember the experience that felt like an eternity ago.

<span style="display: block; font-family: 'Arial Black',Gadget,sans-serif; font-size: 120%; text-align: center;">Sailing <span style="display: block; font-family: 'Arial Black',Gadget,sans-serif; font-size: 120%; text-align: center;">McGowin <span style="display: block; font-family: 'Arial Black',Gadget,sans-serif; font-size: 120%; text-align: center;">St. Ignatius School, 6th Grade <span style="display: block; font-family: 'Arial Black',Gadget,sans-serif; font-size: 120%; text-align: center;">Mrs. Ackerman

<span style="font-family: 'Arial Black',Gadget,sans-serif; font-size: 120%; line-height: 1.5;">Aboard the beautiful boat <span style="display: block; font-family: 'Arial Black',Gadget,sans-serif; font-size: 120%; text-align: center;">happily. <span style="font-family: 'Arial Black',Gadget,sans-serif; font-size: 120%; line-height: 1.5;">At the calm sea <span style="display: block; font-family: 'Arial Black',Gadget,sans-serif; font-size: 120%; text-align: center;">excitedly. <span style="display: block; font-family: 'Arial Black',Gadget,sans-serif; font-size: 120%; text-align: center;">Above the elegant deck <span style="display: block; font-family: 'Arial Black',Gadget,sans-serif; font-size: 120%; text-align: center;">proudly. <span style="font-family: 'Arial Black',Gadget,sans-serif; font-size: 120%; line-height: 1.5;">With the strong wind <span style="display: block; font-family: 'Arial Black',Gadget,sans-serif; font-size: 120%; text-align: center;">bravely. <span style="display: block; font-family: 'Arial Black',Gadget,sans-serif; font-size: 120%; text-align: center;">Opposite the mighty shore <span style="display: block; font-family: 'Arial Black',Gadget,sans-serif; font-size: 120%; text-align: center;">calmly. <span style="font-family: 'Arial Black',Gadget,sans-serif; font-size: 120%; line-height: 1.5;">Toward the giant islands <span style="display: block; font-family: 'Arial Black',Gadget,sans-serif; font-size: 120%; text-align: center;">quickly. <span style="font-family: 'Arial Black',Gadget,sans-serif; font-size: 120%; line-height: 1.5;">During the hot summer <span style="display: block; font-family: 'Arial Black',Gadget,sans-serif; font-size: 120%; text-align: center;">confidently. <span style="display: block; font-family: 'Arial Black',Gadget,sans-serif; font-size: 120%; text-align: center;">Together with funny friends <span style="display: block; font-family: 'Arial Black',Gadget,sans-serif; font-size: 120%; text-align: center;">gladly. <span style="display: block; font-family: 'Comic Sans MS',cursive; font-size: 140%; text-align: center;">The Time I Made a Scrapbook! <span style="display: block; font-family: 'Comic Sans MS',cursive; font-size: 140%; text-align: center;">Peyton <span style="display: block; font-family: 'Comic Sans MS',cursive; font-size: 140%; text-align: center;">St. Ignatius, 6th Grade, Mrs. Ackermann

<span style="font-family: 'Comic Sans MS',cursive; font-size: 120%;"> When my family and I went to Cape San Blast, we had a lot of fun! After we returned, we wanted to give our grandmother a gift for taking us, so we decided to make a scrapbook. We printed out all of the pictures that we wanted. When we were at the store, we bought some glue, letters, and extra things to stick on. It was the beginning of making a scrapbook. We just knew that the process would be memorable, enjoyable, and easy to make. <span style="font-family: 'Comic Sans MS',cursive; font-size: 120%;">We gathered all the materials: a scrapbook, glue, letters, pictures, and extra things to stick on. Next, we put all of the pictures in chronological order. For example, since we had five pictures of the beach on Sunday morning and four pictures of the beach on Sunday night, we put the pictures of Sunday morning first. We did the same thing with all of our pictures. After that, we arranged the pictures until we decided on which pages we wanted them. We continued by gluing the pictures down. When we finished with that, we got out our letters to make words. We glued the word or words to match the event. Next, we searched for some cute add ons. We found some cute stickers and stuck them on the pages. They made the scrapbook look cool. <span style="font-family: 'Comic Sans MS',cursive; font-size: 120%;">We learned so much from making this scrapbook. When we do it again we follow these basic steps all over again, but I will make some pop ups or little pockets to fit inside to make it prettier. I will also label the pages with colored sharpies. <span style="font-family: 'Comic Sans MS',cursive; font-size: 120%;"> Making a scrapbook is easy and memorable. Our scrapbook reminds our grandmother of the great time that we had on our vacation. A scrapbook makes a wonderful birthday or holiday present for friends or for family members, so you should give making one a try.

<span style="font-family: 'Comic Sans MS',cursive; font-size: 130%;">The Worst Fast Food Visit in My Life

<span style="font-family: 'Comic Sans MS',cursive; font-size: 130%;">Eldon

<span style="font-family: 'Comic Sans MS',cursive; font-size: 130%;">St. Ignatius School, 6th Grade, Mrs. Ackermann

<span style="font-family: 'Comic Sans MS',cursive; font-size: 120%;">“Please mom! Pretty please," is what I screamed that morning when I wanted to go to Waffle House.

<span style="font-family: 'Comic Sans MS',cursive; font-size: 120%;"> My mom was going to take my brother, sister, and I to Waffle House for breakfast, at least that was the plan, or it was until my brother had to say something.

<span style="font-family: 'Comic Sans MS',cursive; font-size: 120%;"> "NO! I will never go there." is what he told my mom.

<span style="font-family: 'Comic Sans MS',cursive; font-size: 120%;"> My brother begged and pouted to go to McDonald’s for breakfast.

<span style="font-family: 'Comic Sans MS',cursive; font-size: 120%;"> "Eeeeewwwww!” my sister exclaimed frustrated.

<span style="font-family: 'Comic Sans MS',cursive; font-size: 120%;"> I just stared at my mom like she had a huge tarantula on her face, and the way that I was looking at her, she might as well as had one on her face. I argued for thirty minutes with her, but it felt like ages. She told me that my brother wanted a McGriddle, and I said I was craving a waffle. It took a little while to decide what we were going to do, and then I realized that it was 7:10, and we had to go through a drivethough, so I finally settled on McDonald's.

<span style="font-family: 'Comic Sans MS',cursive; font-size: 120%;"> As we pulled up to the drivethrough, I decided that I was going to have a breakfast burrito; I figured that would be the next best thing to a waffle. We ordered and waited a few seconds and got our food. We took everything out of the bag in the parking lot. I opened the burrito wrapper, and my burrito had no CHEESE!

<span style="font-family: 'Comic Sans MS',cursive; font-size: 120%;"> I marched straight into McDonald’s and told them that there was no cheese on my burrito.

<span style="font-family: 'Comic Sans MS',cursive; font-size: 120%;">LaShanda, the cashier, explained, "I'm new at this, so I don't know much. Let me go get Walter, the manager." She got Walter, who appeared to me as kind of a hippie, but at least I had someone to talk to now.

<span style="font-family: 'Comic Sans MS',cursive; font-size: 120%;">Walter slowly babbled “Man isn't it fine."

<span style="font-family: 'Comic Sans MS',cursive; font-size: 120%;">I calmly said, "No not really, sorry."

<span style="font-family: 'Comic Sans MS',cursive; font-size: 120%;"> LaShanda suddenly backed me up. She weakly whispered, “I think the kid is right. We should at least give him another burrito."

<span style="font-family: 'Comic Sans MS',cursive; font-size: 120%;"> Walter slowly babbled, “Fine, wait a minute."

<span style="font-family: 'Comic Sans MS',cursive; font-size: 120%;"> Finally, Walter came out of the kitchen with my burrito.

<span style="font-family: 'Comic Sans MS',cursive; font-size: 120%;">After this experience my hate for McDonald's grew much bigger. I didn't like McDonald’s in the first place, and now I will probably never go to McDonald’s again. If I do, I would not order a breakfast burrito ever again!