Envy comes in many ways, haunting your precious days.
Envy sneaks in your house, staying quiet as a mouse.
No one knows if it's boy or girl, but rumor has it's a girl.
Some of its tricks will make you hurl.
Envy takes pride, when you wish you weren't alive
So ignore its evil ways, and Envy won't haunt your days.

People are made of places. They carry with them a forest fire, destroying and rebilding life, rain bearing water, or eath supoting life.
Atmoshere of decay, rotting away at their soul, or the wild, making them untamable.
The smell of roses in the golden rain, or sulfer making you sick.
Where I come from, people are rain bringing life, roses, creating healing powers,and the wild, knowing themselvs, and spring and summer are the main seasons where I come from.

 

Story in progress by Jen Hight

1

 

It all happened when someone left the window open. Yesterday the girl in this room had sent lightning onto the walls, but when she returned from school, her room was full of doves.

"Mo-o-om!" she screamed.

Her mother ran in and cried, "Clare, this is worse than when you turned you teachers’ hair blue!"

"It isn’t my fault," Clare cried.

"Clare," her father entered, "we have a letter that you’ve been accepted into Magix High."

"Dad, that would make me a witch," Clare joked.

"You’re a witch," her parents said.

The next day, Clare was packing her things. No one knew where she was going except her parents. Everything she needed was at school. Her mother showed her to old railroad tracks, then disappeared.

Clare suddenly saw hundreds of kids waiting, too. A boy was talking to a girl a bit older than him.

"Hi," a girl called to Clare. "Do you need to know something?"

Clare shook her head as a train pulled up.

"This is strange," Clare whispered.

2

Clare tripped on the steps. Everyone laughed. Clare hated her long legs. Her golden hair fell in front of her face. Plus, she had ripped her favorite jeans.

A boy helped her up. He looked Asian and his hair was spiky.

"Are you okay?" he asked.

"Sure," Clare growled. "So who are you?"

"Alex," he said smiling. "And you’re?"

"Clare," she snapped.

Silence followed her name. Alex looked stunned. He just sort of stared. A girl suddenly climbed in the train.

"You know we’re leaving," she said matter of factly.

Clare and Alex was in the same compartment. Clare now noticed people wrote on compartments. Clare pulled out her pen and wrote Clare, Alex, and _________. Alex smiled, muttering to himself. The girl from before entered the compartment.

"I’m Briana," she said. "You’re Clare and You’re Alex."

Clare got up smiling and wrote Briana on the door. They watched as the names turned into their favorite colors. Briana’s was sky blue, Alex’s was orange, and Clare’s was violet.

"This is the beginning," Clare announced, "of a beautiful friendship."

3

Clare, Alex, and Briana stood at the station in front of Magix High. Clare stared in awe. The high school was a castle, and it was huge. She felt Briana, who was standing next to her, whisper something about us living in America. A teacher entered wearing a dress from the Middle Ages.

"Freshmen, follow me," she ordered.

Clare boldly was the first to step forward. Every one else followed. They were led up the steps to an amazing banquet room, packed with the older students. Every one ohh’d and ahh’d. Clare was too stunned to talk. The teacher was talking again, but Clare didn’t notice.

"Aroara Briana."

Briana stepped forward and picked up a stick. Clare just noticed Briana was African-American. Now the stock pulled her arm towards a table. Words exploded out of the stick spelling Gryfin.

Several kids passed and Clare knew the tables were Grifin, Basilisk, Phoenix, and Sphinx.

"Alex Chang."

Gryfin.

"Shela Dickinson."

Sphinx.

"Clare Heartwood."

Clare froze as she picked up the stick. Suddenly, it shot out…

 

4

"Grifin."

The kids at the Grifin table shouted and cheered so loud, Clare thought she was going deaf. Sitting down in front of Alex and Briana, Clare felt relieved. Time just flew by revealing a banquet.

Clare just piled her plate full of food and shoved it in her mouth. A girl from the Basilisk table came over with two more girls.

"Ripped pants is sooo 2005," the lead girl said. "I’m Haley. This is Beth, and this is June."

"Where do we sleep?" Clare said.

"Freshmen," a teacher said, "of Grifin, follow me."

Clare slowly followed her to a portrait of a girl who looked an awful lot like Clare.

"Password," she said.

"Lunestra," the teacher answered. "Girls’ dorm on the right, boys’ on the left. I’m Miss CrabbApple. Good night."

Clare pulled on her pajamas and lay in bed.

"Briana," Clare whispered. "Are you asleep?"

"No," Briana muttered, "I’m dead. Good night."

"’Night," Clare murmured before she fell asleep.

5

Clare continued to read Potions and Poisons. Clare quickly murmured the incantation. Next to her, Alex paractically got the potion right. He swayed on the spot, then was out cold.

"Nitwit," Haley snapped. "It’s mandrake leaf, not mandrake root."

Briana finally lost her cool.

"That’s it," Briana yelled, grabbing Haley’s caldron. "Do us a favor. Shut up!"

Clare helped Briana get the caldron over Haley’s head. Then tipping it, the potion fell all over Haley. Haley fell asleep and pitched forward into her empty caldron.

Mr. Stewerts came in and took one good look at the classroom and smiled.

"100 points for Grifin," he announced, "for friendship and loyalty."

The bell rang and Clare walked off towards History of Magic. If there was an answer, she’d find it there.

6

"It was a dark and stormy night," Clare read, "and the vines entangled themselves around Celina…"

"Go on," Miss CrabbApple ordered.

"Heartwood’s neck," Clare whispered. "Was the Merlin Clan at an end? But Celina rose and triumphed, knowing a Merlin Clan girl, named Clare Heartwood, would win against a creature far worse."

Clare was relieved when class was over. Briana always was relieved when class was over. Alex was reading a bulletin in front of the school.

"Dance on Halloween," he read. "Halloween’s Friday, and it’s Wednesday."

Briana shrugged. "So we’ll go with Alex."

"Miss Heartwood," Miss CrabbApple whispered to Clare. "I hear you play guitar."

"Yes," Clare muttered. "I even brought my own guitar here."

"Will you play at the dance?"

"Yes!"

7

Clare stared at the stage, getting ready to play. Her black silk dress clung to her body.

Shutting her eyes, she strummed on her guitar letting the music take over. A strange impulse took over Clare. Clare landed in the splits with her pitch black guitar behind her head. Rock-N-Roll exploded from her hands, but she didn’t care. She was having fun!

Looking at the grade clock, she realized it was midnight. But it was worth it.

It was a night to remember.

One sunny day, Bob the Builder was walking near the Grand Canyon. Bob saw a homicidal moron looking at road kill.The moron was Lancealot. "What a nice day",Bob said,"I should..." Please write a part 2 for"Bob the Builder and the Homicidle Moron." in three seconds. 3...2...1...0. To late, on with the story! Bob said,"I should fix this big ditch right no ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!!!!!" Lancealot had pushed Bob the Builder of the Grand Canyon. Then Bob's evil minyans sued Lancealot. Now if it were me, I'd go and buy a shot gun gun to Bob with, then sue HIS evil minyans for trying to fill in the Grand Canyon.

There is an old legend about 187 northwood av.. Northwood av. relised 187 was hauted 11 years ago. A girl went into the the house and never came out. Countless people went after her and never came out.

Envy comes in many ways, haunting youre precious days.
Envy sneaks in youre house, staying quite as a mouse.
No one knows if it's boy or girl, but romor has it's a girl.
Some of it's tricks will make you hurl.
Envy takes pride, when you wish you weren't alive
So ignor it's evil ways, and Envy won't haunt youre days.

In May my class went to Pine Valley. We walked along a flowering road, the daylillies made me sneese. Entering an emrald park, we entered Pine Valley.
Students waved, some fimilliar faces, some new faces. Entering a damp gym we sat through a presentation. I dozed off in the presentation.
Leaving the gym, I went with a group of students all over the school. My friend Ben Yorkie and I called Pine Valley the jail school.
When we headed back to class my head was full of questions like Does the food suck?