Our Planet by SM

Our planet is our home. It's where we live and we are destroying it. With every minute trees are being cut down, factories and cars are polluting. This is called pollution which leads to global warming. We have to deal with global warming, and there ARE ways for regular people  to help.

      Our family is helping by recycling plastic bags and other things. Recycling is when we take materials that we were going to throw away and put them through a process so they can be reused. We can recycle many things such as paper, plastic, metal, glass and electrical equipment. Did you know that 75% of garbage is recyclable but we only recycle about 30%? Recycling saves energy, is good for the environment, and saves space in  landfills. Be helpful and start to recycle.

     Almost all of us use cars or busses to get to your destination. But these two things run on gas, gas causes global warming means goodbye planet. But hold on a second, what if there is a way to stop this catastrophe from happening. Well of course there is! Instead of using a car or riding a bus, we can run, walk, or bike to our  destination. You are saving the planet and getting exercise. It’s a win-win! Remember to only use cars and busses when you absolutely need to.

     We could also plant trees. Trees help cleanse the air by intercepting airborne particles, reducing heat and absorbing such pollutants as carbon monoxide, sulfur dioxide and nitrogen dioxide. 

Tons of people cut down trees to use them for making paper, furniture, building, firewood, and simply just to make money. Many companies cut down trees and sell them for money, not even caring about the trees. I agree, we need trees for plenty of things, but at least plant 2 trees for every tree that you cut down. You can also just plant trees just for fun. 

How to make a Puppy bookmark by I.S.

1. Get a square piece of paper

2. Fold your paper corner to corner 

3. Fold the triangle in half 

4. Unfold it 

5. Bring the corners of the triangle to the line 

6. You will see a pocket in the small triangles you made, put your finger in it and then take
your other finger and press the top of the triangle 

7. Do the same with the second triangle 

8. Draw a puppy face on it 

9. Tah dah!!!

Four Poems by AP

1. There was once a poet tree
   She said "Pin your good poems to me"
   We did as she told
   But she said they were old
   So we all got our poet degree
   
   
   There once was a person named Bob
   He called the hair on his head a mob
   He combed and gelled
   He screamed and yelled
   Because he couldn't fix his mob
   
   
   There was a pine tree
   He sat different from the rest
   He was really sad
   
   
   There once was a certain bee
   Who wanted to be more like me
   He did all he could
   But he was misunderstood
   Turns out he was the bee he should

Ghost Car by DM, H, IS, SM, HP, AP

On the edge of the City; far from highways, and art shows, and crowds, and traffic jams, and Mercedes Benz dealerships, and Ferrari dealerships, and Toyota dealerships, and the Tesla factory; there was Babinski's Used Autos.

There were plenty of pick up trucks on their lot -- Chevys, Fords, Nissans, and GMCs -- and there were plenty of other cars. Most of them were family vans, SUVs, and four door sedans. A couple of Cadillacs rested inside Babinkski's Showroom. Those were polished lovingly by Mr. Babinski. Mrs. Babinski never touched the cars because she was the General Manager of the business and also handled all the finance computer work. Their daughter, Bonnie (poor woman!) was the head mechanic. She mostly had her head under the hood of whatever car or truck was in her garage, but she usually had a couple of the high school girls or boys apprenticing her garage, because aside from being a wickedly good mechanic, she was a tough but smart teacher.

Bonnie loved cars, but there was one car...she stood in the open garage door, wiping her hands on a shop towel as she stared out at the back edge of Babinski's Used Autos. She stared at the light grey Tesla.

She shook her head and sighed. “That car is so sad. I feel like it will never glow like the other cars.”

Her best apprentice, Russel “Rusty” said, “The aura just gives me the creeps.”

“The car hasn’t been polished in forever,” Bonnie’s best friend, Julie jokes. “We could at least  try.” 

She approaches the car but stops a few feet away and turns to face her friends. “Yeah, I can see what you mean by the aura giving you the creeps.” She calmly walks away from the car. “I feel like this car came from a haunted house.”

“This is why it looks like it hasn’t been polished in ages,” Bonnie said. “Because it hasn’t.”

“Well, are you two gonna to polish it?” said Julie.

“I don’t think I can,” Russel replied.

“Me neither! Somethings just not right with that car.” Bonnie added.

The group got hungry so they clocked out and started their long walk to Babinski’s brother’s bakery, Babinski’s Bakery. The bakery sold many french goods. They walked past 5th street, and a cold fog blew over the sidewalk. They heard the engines of a car revving, it was getting louder and louder. They turned around and there it was the grey tesla zooming straight for them. They jumped out of the way just as the tesla drove right over where they were standing moments before.

“Did you see the driver?” Russel gasped, “No one bought the car before we closed, right?”

“No, I was at the desk, I didn’t see anyone coming in,” Bonnie replied.

“This is scary! Really scary!” Julie yelled.

“Why did we choose to walk down 5th street? All there is is a cemetery and a valley,” Russel whispered shakily.

Then, they heard a loud bang come from down the street. There, lying in the ditch, was the car. The three teens ran over. Bonnie looked inside. “Oh, god. Oh, god, there is no driver. Guys, is it just me or did I feel a REALLY cold chill run through me.”

“I don’t think that was just you,” Russel said.

Julie covered her eyes and started sobbing. “I hate scary things. I hate petrifying things!”

The tesla's motor sputtered, and started up again. But this time, the car didn't move.

“Did you start the engine?” Bonnie questioned, poking her head from the back.

“No, neither of us touched the car,” Russel replied.

“Is a ghost?” Julie quivered as she spoke.

“Na it couldn’t be.” Russel said.

“Actually it is a possibility that Julie could be right. I don’t know how but I do know it's possible.”Bonnie reasoned.

“Well, whatever is wrong with it we have to bring it back right? Please say n-” Julie said.

“Yup we’re bringing it back.”

A New Day by I.S.

As one day passes another one grows,

As another day comes the tears let go, 

The bad memories become silenced, 

And they leave you be, 

For tomorrow is a new day, 

Where the pages of memories are blank, 

Ready to be filled by thee. 

FLASH FICTION Entry #1

She sketched a beautiful drawing of the ducklings that roamed around at the pond.a 

"A part of my presence will always remain alive here," she thought. 

She left it in a shop as a memorandum before her parting away from home.

When she returned a few years later, she found the shop was sold to another.

And instead of her sketch she found a note written by the shop keeper,

"Come to the back and find your sketch." She walked back and discovered her sketch
in an art gallery where lots of people were waiting to applaud her.

HOW TO Directions Set 4

1. Get a square piece of paper

2. Fold your paper corner to corner 

3. Fold the triangle in half 

4. Unfold it 

5. Bring the corners of the triangle to the line 

6. You will see a pocket in the small triangles you made, put your finger in it and then
take your other finger and press the top of the triangle

7. Do the same with the second triangle 

8. Draw a puppy face on it 

9. Tah dah!!!