This months' nominees come twofold! Lulu and Jackie are two close friends. The joined the Lit Mag earlier this year, and we couldn't be more pleased to have them! Lulu has submitted copious amounts of wonderful poetry and artwork, while Jackie manages a fun and inspiring blog. Their enthusiasm and support for the Lit Mag is heartwarming, and we hope to see much more of them in years to come.
Lulu enjoys reading, writing, and drawing. She participates in the fall musical, field hockey, art club, BelleTones, and more. In her free time, you'll find her either with her sister Sophie or tap dancing to Disney music.
Jackie is a creative 7th grader who loves to sing, dance and especially write, in her free time. She is involved in BelleTones, Lit Mag, the musical, and more. She loves spending time with her family. When you walk by her in the halls you usually hear humming and maybe a full out song. Jackie is not afraid to be herself. She can't wait for more writing and opportunity to come.
View Lulu's work below:
"Where am I from?
I am from Jenkintown
the house with the constant Laughing
and the Crazy saturdays
And the… exciting lawn
I am from Reading,
And Writing,
And Pasta,
And Pie
I am from the Happy family
the always-Smiling, stay-Positive family
The Pettit Family
Love.
Friendship.
Enjoyment.
The Pettit Family
I am from days of Tapping
whether that means Crying,
Laughing,
Or hard Work
So, where am I really from?
There is no one-word answer.
But the best summary?
Happiness.
I am from
Happiness."
Lulu enjoys reading, writing, and drawing. She participates in the fall musical, field hockey, art club, BelleTones, and more. In her free time, you'll find her either with her sister Sophie or tap dancing to Disney music.
Jackie is a creative 7th grader who loves to sing, dance and especially write, in her free time. She is involved in BelleTones, Lit Mag, the musical, and more. She loves spending time with her family. When you walk by her in the halls you usually hear humming and maybe a full out song. Jackie is not afraid to be herself. She can't wait for more writing and opportunity to come.
View Lulu's work below:
"Where am I from?
I am from Jenkintown
the house with the constant Laughing
and the Crazy saturdays
And the… exciting lawn
I am from Reading,
And Writing,
And Pasta,
And Pie
I am from the Happy family
the always-Smiling, stay-Positive family
The Pettit Family
Love.
Friendship.
Enjoyment.
The Pettit Family
I am from days of Tapping
whether that means Crying,
Laughing,
Or hard Work
So, where am I really from?
There is no one-word answer.
But the best summary?
Happiness.
I am from
Happiness."
View quotes and stories from Jackie' blog:
Power Out Chapter One:
I don’t exactly remember what happened that night. All I remember was an explosion, then everything went dark. First the lights, then my phone, then me. That was the night everything changed.
I was walking home from school with my friend, Tallulah. We were talking about homework.
“Did you get your world geography test back yet?” Tallulah asked to change the subject.
“Yeah, I got a 64 percent.” I said, looking down at my shoes in disappointment.
“I got an 65 percent.” she said, laughing. I joined in her laughter. “We’ll do better next time,” she said as we rounded the corner of my street.
I saw my neighbors coming home from work and children coming home from school. My house, colored purple, is probably the plainest house on the block. No flowers, missing patches of grass and rain gutters falling off the house. But, no matter how plain, this was my house, and I loved it. As we entered the house, we were washed with the relief of the end of the day. My brother was on the computer, my dad was working at the table, and my mom was upstairs in bed. We went over the math homework and talked for a little while before starting to make dinner.
“World geography is so boring. When will we ever need to know how to read a map? That’s why we have phones!” I yelled. Tallulah chuckled and agreed.
Tonight we had spaghetti and meatballs. The whole family gathered at the table and eat until our tummies hurt. After dinner, Tallulah had to go home, I waved to her on her way out. Soon enough, it was time for bed. I walked up the carpeted stairs, took a quick shower, and got in bed. I stayed up on my phone for about and hour with the lights on. Then I wasn’t exactly sure what happened.
All I can remember was that there was an explosion and everything went dark. First the lights, then my phone, then me.
Some girl was standing over me looking at me with a funny look on her face. It smelled strangely of dirt and salt. It was breezy and very bright. My eyes weren’t completely focused, so everything was blurry. As I sat up, first I thought we were sitting on a blue magic carpet, but as my eyes adjusted I soon realized, it was the ocean. I was on a boat in the middle of the ocean with some girl I didn’t know. As any sane person would do, I freaked out.
“Where am I? What am I doing here? Who are you? What about my family?” I asked, pacing back and forth.
“I will tell you everything that I know, but first you must stop pacing, it’s rocking the boat.” the strange girl said. Obediently, I took a seat on the floor of the boat and tried to slow my breathing. The girl looked about the same age as me, thirteen, and about five foot, like me as well. She had very long blonde hair with red dyed tips. She was extremely slender and had pale skin. Before she talked, she tied different color ropes on different wood stumps of the boat. She sat down next to me and she started to tell me what she knew.
"Happiness is like jam. You can't spread even a little bit without getting some on yourself."
-Anon.
Be who you are, and say what you feel, because those who mind don’t matter, and those who matter don’t mind
-Dr. Seuss
Words are, in my not-so-humble opinion, our most inexhaustible source of magic․ Capable of both inflicting injury, and remedying it
-Dumbledore
Power Out Chapter One:
I don’t exactly remember what happened that night. All I remember was an explosion, then everything went dark. First the lights, then my phone, then me. That was the night everything changed.
I was walking home from school with my friend, Tallulah. We were talking about homework.
“Did you get your world geography test back yet?” Tallulah asked to change the subject.
“Yeah, I got a 64 percent.” I said, looking down at my shoes in disappointment.
“I got an 65 percent.” she said, laughing. I joined in her laughter. “We’ll do better next time,” she said as we rounded the corner of my street.
I saw my neighbors coming home from work and children coming home from school. My house, colored purple, is probably the plainest house on the block. No flowers, missing patches of grass and rain gutters falling off the house. But, no matter how plain, this was my house, and I loved it. As we entered the house, we were washed with the relief of the end of the day. My brother was on the computer, my dad was working at the table, and my mom was upstairs in bed. We went over the math homework and talked for a little while before starting to make dinner.
“World geography is so boring. When will we ever need to know how to read a map? That’s why we have phones!” I yelled. Tallulah chuckled and agreed.
Tonight we had spaghetti and meatballs. The whole family gathered at the table and eat until our tummies hurt. After dinner, Tallulah had to go home, I waved to her on her way out. Soon enough, it was time for bed. I walked up the carpeted stairs, took a quick shower, and got in bed. I stayed up on my phone for about and hour with the lights on. Then I wasn’t exactly sure what happened.
All I can remember was that there was an explosion and everything went dark. First the lights, then my phone, then me.
Some girl was standing over me looking at me with a funny look on her face. It smelled strangely of dirt and salt. It was breezy and very bright. My eyes weren’t completely focused, so everything was blurry. As I sat up, first I thought we were sitting on a blue magic carpet, but as my eyes adjusted I soon realized, it was the ocean. I was on a boat in the middle of the ocean with some girl I didn’t know. As any sane person would do, I freaked out.
“Where am I? What am I doing here? Who are you? What about my family?” I asked, pacing back and forth.
“I will tell you everything that I know, but first you must stop pacing, it’s rocking the boat.” the strange girl said. Obediently, I took a seat on the floor of the boat and tried to slow my breathing. The girl looked about the same age as me, thirteen, and about five foot, like me as well. She had very long blonde hair with red dyed tips. She was extremely slender and had pale skin. Before she talked, she tied different color ropes on different wood stumps of the boat. She sat down next to me and she started to tell me what she knew.
"Happiness is like jam. You can't spread even a little bit without getting some on yourself."
-Anon.
Be who you are, and say what you feel, because those who mind don’t matter, and those who matter don’t mind
-Dr. Seuss
Words are, in my not-so-humble opinion, our most inexhaustible source of magic․ Capable of both inflicting injury, and remedying it
-Dumbledore