It was the middle of Covid-19. I walked into school and found a letter on my desk that said, "Hi David, I am out sick right now and giving you the permission to become teacher. Love, Mrs. Ozga".
Immediately I yelled out, " I'm the teacher!" " No you're not!" everybody yelled back. "Yes, I am. I can prove it...there's a letter on my desk!", I said. "Woah!" said the kids that came to my desk. Next thing you know, we all left school. Now of course the parents sent their kids back and were mega mad. So we voted to have recess all day and since I'm still a kid, I joined in with all the fun. I am so glad nobody told. And I hope Mrs. Ozga goes out sick again (no offense). Your life is a journey, an opportunity. You should spend every day with the right attitude because we don't always get to choose what happens to us but we can choose what we do next. Your choices can either be your wings or your anchor. It's how you choose to use it. In your journey take risks, be adventurous, and enjoy the moment. You can dance on the crusts of the earth, or live a simple wonderful journey. Make the choices that are perfect for you and let your wings carry you through the journey of life!
The Wind runs across the cool crunchy ground, sending leaves spiraling up like butterflies flapping their wings.
It continues into a garden. The trees stand alone, dressed in burning leaves, as they get consumed in a colorful flame. In the heart of the garden, a cool stone fountain provides a drink for feathered animals before they continue their long trip south. The Wind now grabs a single burnt leaf from a tree and lowers it gently onto the fountain, sending ripples of glassy water outward. The water suddenly turns dark as a shadow passes over it. A flutter of feathers follows. The Wind now carries a hawk down into the clearing, its fragile yet magnificent wings folding to catch a gust of cool wind that sends it shooting downwards. Its talons stretched, it comes in for the kill. A screech of terror is carried by The Wind across a meadow to a lonely scarecrow as he watches the scene from afar. He wishes he could help. The Wind is breathing hard. It stops to rest as a ball of gold drops from the sky and illuminates rays that bounce across fields of endless pumpkins. The sun grabs a content hawk's attention, and the magnificent animal stops to watch the end of a windy day. You know that feeling when you’re sad and you try to laugh it off but then it hits you that nothing is okay? That’s how I feel right now.
It’s been a week since Noah went missing. Ryan hasn’t been coming to school. He’s kind of broken. I don’t know. Noah’s parents are worried sick. All we know is that last Wednesday he didn’t come home from school. We didn’t see him at lunch and he was at homeroom, so he must have been lost at math. Even if we did know how to find him, I don’t think we would. We’re all scardey cats, not some adventurous group from an adventure tv show! I mean c’mon!! It is odd though, the police are working on the case, and all they know is that no one took him. Like, kidnapped him or anything. So, today we’re going to the police station to talk to the police about Noah. His parents are busy with some other thing about him today and we know him as much as his parents, if not more. So my dad and brother are driving me. My brother is practicing for his driver’s license and wants to help with anything “Car related” he can. We’re almost there when I swear the car got dark then light again. It wasn’t a tunnel because I was looking out the window. Then I hear something. Music. Circus music. There’s probably just a circus around here or something. But that does not explain why it got dark for a second. |
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