Kait-Allegra

Every day she left me for it but the monster was very fit It stole her time away from me And didnt realize how horrible it was to she. Then one day she didnt respond For the monster brought her to a pond Homework said it was a great place to be Although all she could do was study  for the. This poems really crappy but it is heart felt As i tell you that Jackie was Killed by the belt the belt of the Homeworks motivating load, Jackie soon got into work mode. Jackie was ensnared in Homeworks manipulations She didn't notice anything other then his strange flirtations. It would be great to end her pain But then she would not have an

Mariana was a very odd girl for her age, the other children in her grade watched her closely. They often wondered how such a young girl could be so…. Obsessed over something seemingly so unimportant, Unicorns. Nick, the fifth grader that ruled the school as any king would. Although they all lived in the United States during the Twenty-First century, the elementary school students and teachers of Rockwood elementary seemed to be unaffected by the government. Nick was the king and what he said goes. Nick had made sure that he had a leader of each grade that would report to him of how things were going and if anything needed to be done to

   It was my first year of high school and I was excited beyond belief. After a year of IB I was enthralled at the thought of learning more. IB had changed my world. It had given me an appreciation for literature that I didn't think I could lose.   The 9th grade center wasn't what I had expected for it to be. I had hoped that my 9th grade year would be filled with organization and would have well thought out plans because that is what I wanted to be. No…. not wanted. Its what I needed it to be. It was the opposite, it was the place that showed me that things will never be what I expect. All plans that I would make from now till the fut

I see you behind a tree Who are you and what are you? You are sleek and silky, shadowed in blue Staring at me with those odd shaped eyes Eyes strange in color and shape But they look so wise Have you come to help me through the day? You peek at me from behind the bush I believe that you have something to say You want to speak, but it seems you can't But you've sent me a message somehow A mysterious being is what you are But because we met I know I'll go far.

Who knows? His eyes stared through my soul I did my best to hide Then.... he came along, my knight My knight doesn't have silver armor His armor is battered, bloodied, and broken He sees himself as a demon But I see him in my light I love him But not enough for him I stood by him And left when he needed someone most He was never the demon I was. He grew sick, I worried for his health He said he would die, I wanted to cry He told me again, and I forced myself to his side He had a friend push me away His friend said I was unwelcome His friend.... was conveying his words I ignored the friend. In favor of him. But I was event

~Chapter 1 It all starts out with Cat Witherspoon. She wasn't afraid of the dark. All of her friends were because they saw part of the war. Cat didn't see the war and she thought they were trying to just scare her. Darkness heard that and made it so there was no day. Cat saw a part of the war and apologized to her friends. But still Cat wasn't afraid of dark. Brightness saw all of the brightness in her and was about to cast a spell over her. Cat was alarmed by this and asked why they were going to do that to her. Brightness answered," Because of all the power and goodness inside of you." The spell was a good spell. It was so that the Darknes

 ~1~ Some say mysteries aren't meant to be figured out. I say differently. Why? Well, because if they weren't solved then what would people like Nancy Drew do? What would Velma from Scooby Doo do? If our world didn't have mysteries to solve our world would fall to pieces. Besides, it is some people's job to figure out mysteries. Like the detectives who are the police. It is a step for them to become a greater Police man/woman.  Why do we waste time on mysteries? We don't. They aren't a waste of time. I stand in court thinking this. I stand before a judge for a crime that really isn't a crime. What is the crime? Well, solving a mystery. That