at least 800 words total nonfiction
4a- 409 words out of at least 400
4b- 441 words out of at least 400
850 words total


PART 4a: Memoir
“Businesses from the 1940s to the 1960s were McDonalds, General Motors,” Iaen concluded his presentation. “The end.” He walked over to the computer as the class politely applauded and clicked SIGN OUT, ready for the next presenter to show their slideshows.
Iaen turned, looking to call on the next person. “Uh…” he remembered that one of his classmates, sulky and toxic, Abbott, had not presented yet. Abbott wasn’t raising his hand to present, others were, but Iaen picked Abbott anyway.
“I don’t want to go,” Abbott whined loudly.
The kids around him snickered and laughed. I laughed, too. Abbott was always so mean to everyone and toxic. He pushed away anyone who tried to help and made rude comments at random times.
“Just go, Abbott,” Simon rolled his eyes. “It’s not a big deal.”
“I DON’T WANT TO GO!” Abbott repeated stubbornly.
Everyone sighed, but Mr. Roberts, a nice teacher in his late fifties, noted that Charles hadn’t gone yet. So Charles went, five minutes of talking about the 1940s and business or whatever.
I focused on Abbott, but he was busily typing on his computer despite the fact that Mr. Roberts had said everyone had to put away their computers during the presentations.
Then Charles finished. “Abbott,” he called out when he was prompted to pick the next presenter.
“No,” Abbott deadpanned. “No.”
I laughed along with everyone again.
“Adrien hasn’t gone yet,” Mr. Roberts checked his list, peering at it through his glasses. “Adrien, do you want to go?”
“Sure,” Adrien agreed, and walked up to the computer.
I looked at Abbott carefully, who was still typing on his computer against the rules. I began to suspect that he hadn’t even finished his presentation and was trying to stall for time.
Funny I used the word stall, because in a hushed tone, as Adrien was presenting, Abbott whispered to Mr. Roberts, “I need to use the bathroom,”
“Go,” Mr. Roberts replied kindly. He was always kind.
“It’s 8:36,” I whispered to my friend Gia, who sat beside me. “When do you think Abbott will come back?”
“Never,” Gia giggled quietly.
Sure enough, when Adrien finished, Abbott hadn’t returned. Just before the class ended at 8:45, Abbott rushed in the door at 8:42. Mr. Roberts was saying, “We have three minutes left of class, so we can do more presentations tomorrow and just leave it for today.”
“Oh, now Abbott is back,” Simon loudly called.
Everyone laughed again.

PART 4b: How to
How to: Make Two Delicious Snacks
Me and my sister have made these amazing snacks many times and have enjoyed them! They take minimal ingredients and have no sugar at all. Except for fruit sugar.
However, they still have dairy in them so if you’re lactose intolerant, you will sadly not be able to enjoy them.
Delicious Snack #1: Strawberry Smoothie.
This sweet pink smoothie is yummy and has four simple ingredients. A cup of milk (not a real measurement cup. Like a drinking cup), five to six medium-sized strawberries, three massive yogurt scoops, and one banana.
Prep time is five to ten minutes, if you make this enough times then five minutes.
Serves two people with big servings but you could split it to medium to small servings for three if you really stretched it.
You also need a blender, any type works.
Step 1: Peel the banana, break it into tiny chunks, and drop in the blender.
Step 2: Wash and cut the strawberries, slice off the leafy parts on top, and drop them in the blender as well.
Step 3: Use a large spoon to get three or two spoonfuls of yogurt in the blender. I would prefer three because the more yogurt, the creamier the smoothie will be in the end, but if you want a less thick smoothie less yogurt is okay.
Step 4: Add in milk until the strawberries float slightly.
Step 5: Turn the blender to low and blend for one minute, or until there are no more chunks and it looks pink and delicious.
Serve in cups and enjoy!
Delicious Snack #2: Avocado Smoothie
This is a slight variation to strawberry smoothie, sort of the same but different. They both are good in different ways. This turns out to be a pretty green smoothie, which you might think sounds gross but it’s actually quite good.
Ingredients: One banana, one avocado, a cup of milk, and yogurt.
Prep time is ten to five minutes.
Serves two or three, depending on serving size adjustments.
You also need a blender, any type works.
Follow the same instructions as above for strawberry smoothie, only swap out the strawberries for avocados. Do not put in the smoothie the avocado skin OR pit. A good tip for getting the necessary avocado for this smoothie is to a) cut the avocado in half. Or, try to.
Your knife will hit the pit. Cut to the pit level and rotate your avocado. Then simply pull it apart. There will be two halves and one will have the pit. Remove the pit, then spoon out the green avocado parts with a spoon.

I have another question, do the poetry titles count as words? For example one of my poetry titles I'm doing for the weekly is “Sunset (Haiku)” does that count as words to the poem?? I know it's not much though anyway… also, can I make more than one poem in the same type? Like can I make two acrostic poems?

(am i asking too much questions– i just need to write 300 words of poetry and im not there yet )

For the script, do you have to write a script that is 700 words, or the original piece of writing, and the play adaption?

DashingDiamonds wrote:

For the script, do you have to write a script that is 700 words, or the original piece of writing, and the play adaption?

The original piece of writing is supposed to be 800-1000 words long and the play should be at least 700 words long. I'm almost positive thats how it works, but i'm not a leader or anything.

ButterflyWings22 wrote:

DashingDiamonds wrote:

For the script, do you have to write a script that is 700 words, or the original piece of writing, and the play adaption?

The original piece of writing is supposed to be 800-1000 words long and the play should be at least 700 words long. I'm almost positive thats how it works, but i'm not a leader or anything.

yep!

I just read the above post and wanted to know, what if I don't have a piece that falls into the 800-1000 word category?

-DesVision- wrote:

I just read the above post and wanted to know, what if I don't have a piece that falls into the 800-1000 word category?

you can write a new one

WEEKLY PART 3: SCRIPT.
WORD COUNT: 961
PARTS DONE:
1: WIP
2: WIP
3: COMPLETE
4: WIP

SCRIPT is followed by ORIGINAL.

THE CARETAKER is holding a CHILD in its ARMS and looking down at it.

CARETAKER:

Welcome to Earth. Population: One

THE CHILD looks up at THE CARETAKER, giggling.

CARETAKER:

You are the last of your kind, and you are the first. I will call you… Eve.

EVE

Eeeee!



EVE is sitting on her bed, hunched over a holoscreen, watching the footage of her and THE CARETAKER.

EVE:

Hey, Ava?

AVA, the COMPUTER, responds with the same voice as THE CARETAKER speaks with.

Yes, Eve?

EVE:

It’s Day One again. I’m ten cycles old today!

AVA, neutral:

I am aware, Eve.

EVE, softly:

Just pretend you aren’t.
Today the Caretaker is going to bring me to the surface.

AVA:

That sounds very fun, Eve.

EVE puts down the holoscreen, sliding off the bed.

The closest I ever get to the outside is the Greenhouse. I’m so excited!

AVA:

What is the outside like?

EVE:

If you’re in the greenhouse, there’s nothing but gray for miles and miles. But if you’re in the Caretaker’s garden- oh, there is so much life!

AVA:

When do you go?

EVE:

At Two. The Caretaker promised it would let me outside longer, today. It said that the square would be even prettier, too.

AVA:

I believe that.

EVE:
It said it wanted me to see the stars.

AVA:

Stars. Definition: Large-

EVE:

It’s okay, Ava. I know what stars are! I just… I haven’t ever seen them in real life. I don’t see what makes them so special. But I guess if the Caretaker wants me to see them, I should. It’s always right.

EVE and AVA share a strange silence.

EVE:

Ava, what hour is it?

AVA:

It is Sixteen Minutes to Two.

EVE:

Sixteen minutes to two!

EVE grabs her stuffed carrot toy off the bed, running out of her room and into something that looks like a futuristic living room. THE CARETAKER stands there, among toys that likely belong to EVE.

EVE:

Caretaker! It’s almost Two!
EVE’s smile is very wide.

THE CARETAKER:

We will go now.

THE CARETAKER take’s EVE’s hand and begins to lead her up the ramp to the outside.
As the ramp opens, a gust of wind blows past EVE. EVE shivers.

EVE, whimpering:

I’m cold.

CARETAKER:

Do you require a coat?

EVE nods, hands on her arms as she tries to warm up.

EVE sees the things in the square. The square is an enclosed space with tall fencing, that has one large Tree, a concrete bench, neatly-trimmed grass, flowers and a picnic blanket.

EVE gasps.

A picnic! Oh, Caretaker, is this all for me?

CARETAKER:

It is.

EVE motions to count everything on the blanket. There are several dishes, some of the more notable ones being pancakes, eggs, a casserole, and a cherry cake.

EVE, happy:

Cherry cake!

EVE reaches for the cake, but hesitates.

EVE:

Is it… is it real?

CARETAKER:

Of course it is.

EVE, pondering:

Then… will you cut it for me?

THE CARETAKER begins to cut a slice for EVE.

EVE claps her hands.

Thank you!

EVE savors the cake, closing her eyes as she takes a bite.

EVE, between bites:

This cake is perfect. Remember the one I made a while ago?

CARETAKER:

Yes.

EVE:

that was a mess!

EVE finishes the cake and gets up to play, leaving the carrot toy with THE CARETAKER.

EVE starts to run around, laughing with her arms wide.

Eventually, EVE is worn out and lays under the shade of the big Tree.

EVE is looking at the gray clouds in the sky when it begins to rain.

EVE seems frightened and runs to THE CARETAKER

EVE, whimpering:

Caretaker, what’s wrong? Why is the sky crying? Is it sad?

THE CARETAKER:

The sky is not crying. It is raining.

EVE seems to have realization, looking to the sky.

Rain… I’ve never seen rain.

EVE turns back to the CARETAKER

It’s beautiful!

EVE stands, closing her eyes and turning her head to the sky, stretching her arms wide. At first EVE seems irritated by the rain, but soon a smile is shown on her face.

EVE

Rain!

EVE begins to run in the rain, circling around THE CARETAKER, arms wide, twirling and spinning.

EVE sees a puddle.

EVE

Caretaker, what’s this hole full of water?

THE CARETAKER:

That is a puddle.

EVE jumps into the puddle, laughing.

EVE laughs and runs until the rain stops.

EVE hugs THE CARETAKER, smiling.

EVE

Thank you so much.



EVE is laying and THE CARETAKER is sitting underneath the shade of the Tree, and it is dark outside.

EVE:

Caretaker, what is the hour?

CARETAKER

It is Thirteen.

EVE, shocked:

I should be asleep!

EVE sits up quickly.


CARETAKER

Look up.

EVE looks up, and gasps.

EVE

The stars…
They’re nothing like in my studies. They’re so… so colorful. So big… but so far away.

EVE points at the stars.

I see Cassiopeia!

CARETAKER
Do you see Orion?

EVE nods.

EVE stares at the stars for a few minutes before suddenly asking THE CARETAKER something

EVE, loudly

Paints! Caretaker, I need my paints!

CARETAKER goes and returns with paints. EVE takes her supplies and begins to paint on a canvas.

A picture of the stars can be seen on her canvas as she paints, almost exactly like the sky above.

CARETAKER:

That is very good.

EVE is done with her painting and leans against THE CARETAKER. After a few minutes, THE CARETAKER speaks.

I must tell you something.

EVE

Okay.

CARETAKER

This garden is yours.

EVE, surprised
Mine?

CARETAKER

Yours. You may come up here when you please.

EVE, mumbling

Mine….

EVE falls asleep. THE CARETAKER picks her up and carries her inside.


ORIGINAL STORY

“Welcome to Earth. Population: One.”
The child looked up at the Caretaker with glistening green eyes, brown hands curling to meet the Caretaker’s metallic face. She let out a tiny giggle.
“You are the last of your kind, and you are the first. I will call you… Eve.”
The baby reached her hand out to the Caretaker, eyes wide, smiling. “Eeeee!” She squealed.

***

On her bed, Eve sat, hunched down, unruly black hair falling over her face. Her eyes were fixed on the screen in her hands which showed the holo-footage of the first time the Caretaker had held her in its arms. She had watched this footage every Cycle on this date- Day One. Since her Beginning, the Beginning, it had been ten Cycles. Every Cycle, the Caretaker would let her outside.
She was excited. The closest Eve got to the outside, besides Day One, was the greenhouse. She liked going there, and did so during her free time nearly every day. For a long while she had begged the Caretaker to allow her to do as she pleased there, though it seemed to find that idea ‘unacceptable.’ Then, finally, on her eighth, the Caretaker allowed her to see inside.
Outside had, at first, seemed like a dangerous place to Eve. She could see it through the greenhouse glass, and she hated the empty, gray lands that stretched for miles and miles.
Then, on her ninth, she had truly gone outside. At first, she had been resistant, protesting to the Caretaker, though the Caretaker had made her go outside.
While everything outside was dangerous and lonely, the land just above their bunker was safe and kind. Eve had spent most of her eighth running around in the high-fenced square, exploring all there was to see. She let her mind wander in imagination as she recognized the different types of plants she had never seen with her own eyes- simply because there was no use for them inside.
The Caretaker had promised that it would prepare the space differently for her this Cycle, and she was quite excited. It had also told her that it would let her stay outside longer, watch something called the ‘stars.’
Eve had learnt about the stars. Big balls of gas that, when put together, were simply white dots on a black background. Some of them made pictures that she did not understand. She was not sure why she would want to see a sight she had seen a million times before in her studies. To her, it seemed like a useless practice- but the Caretaker was always right. So Eve had to listen. If the Caretaker wanted her to see it, she would look at it.
“Ava?” She called. She had named her voice computer interface “ava.” It was her name, but instead of E’s, it contained the first letter of the English alphabet. It amazed her how something so similar could sound so different.
“Yes, Eve?” Said the robotic voice that was identical to the Caretaker’s.
“What’s the Hour?”
“It is Six Minutes to Two..”
Eve squealed in delight. Six Minutes to Two! At Two, the Caretaker had promised to take her outside. To let her spend the entire day doing all that she pleased.
She grabbed her little stuffed carrot in her arms- something that the Caretaker had made for her- and sprung off her bed, sprinting into the Room. The Caretaker was there, waiting for her, standing amongst her scattered toys that she never bothered to pick up.
“Caretaker! It’s almost Two!” Her smile was so wide that she was afraid that, were she to smile much more, she would pop.
Of course the Caretaker could not smile. The Caretaker was made of metal. It had a face on a digital display, though it rarely changed and was mostly there for Eve’s own comfort.
“We will go now.” Said the Caretaker, voice as soft yet metallic as ever.
Eve took the Caretaker’s hand, following its lead as it guided her up the ramp out of the bunker. A gust of wind blew in through the opening door, and she shivered. “I’m cold…”
“Do you require your coat?”
Eve nodded, stepping into the light.
The Square was almost the same as last time- the Tree-the tallest one in the Square- was where it had been last year, only just a bit bigger. Grass was growing, kept pristine by the Caretaker. And there was that stone bench, right near the tree.
Except, this time, in between the bench and tree, there was a red-and-white checkered blanket, set with the most marvelous foods Eve had ever laid eyes on.
“Caretaker, is this all for me?”
“It is.”
“Thank you!” Eve dropped her toy, sprinting to find a seat on the blanket.
“May I, Caretaker?”
“You may.”
On that blanket she spotted several small treasures- pancakes and eggs and sweet potatoes. And was that… cherry cake? She reached for a slice of it but held back. She was in a dream. Could this possibly be real?
“Is-is it real?”
“Of course it is.”
“Would you cut it for me?”
The Caretaker moved to cut a slice for her, and Eve clapped her hands, gleeful. When she received the treat, she smiled. “Thank you!”
She wasted no time, digging in and letting the burst of flavors coat her tongue. What glorious, fluffy cake!
Eve had tried to make cakes before, though hers always turned out lopsided and messy. The Caretaker’s, however, were… perfect.
After her treat, she spent most of the day wearing herself out. She ran around the big tree and the bench, cartwheeled around the beds of flowers that she rarely saw inside because they were simply unneeded, and laughed. Laughter echoed through the air for a long while.
When she became tired she laid under the shade of the Tree, smiling at the gray clouds overhead.
Then something unusual happened.
The sky began to cry.
“Caretaker!” Eve called out, running to the Caretaker’s side. “Why is the sky crying? Is it sad?”
“The sky is not crying. It is raining.”
Rain. Eve knew about rain. She’d learnt all about it in her studies- but she had never really seen rain, never felt it.
She broke away from the Caretaker, knowing it would protect her if anything happened, and stretched her arms wide.
At first the little droplets of rain felt uncomfortable against her skin- she’d shed the coat a while ago, after getting used to the cold- but soon it rained harder and she grew more used to it. It was an amazing feeling- she was so fresh and new.
She looked to the sky, closing her eyes. Laughing, she twirled and danced in the rain.
Finding what the Caretaker told her to be a puddle, she began jumping in it. She was surprised that the Caretaker did not stop her, and she giggled.
When the rain stopped, Eve hugged the Caretaker. “Thank you so much.”


A little while later, Eve asked the time.
“Thirteen.”
“Shouldn’t I be asleep?”
“Look up.”
Eve obeyed, and her breath was taken from her.
Stars.
Just like the rain, an amazing sight. The feeling of… life. Of so many, many bright stars. Twinkling. She spotted one zip across the sky and disappear into the purple.
This was so much better than the colorless star charts on her lessons. She finally understood. There were so many of them, all around her, stretching for miles and miles and miles- it seemed they did not end. She smiled up at the ones that made pictures- the constellations she knew. Orion, Ursa Major.
“Paints!” She said suddenly. “Caretaker, I need my paints!”
She eagerly took her paints and began to recreate the spectacle on an empty canvas. Soon, the stars began to become clear, an almost perfect reflection of the sky.
This would be something she could never forget. A moment in time, frozen, the best moment of her life forever.
Sitting beside her, the Caretaker began to speak.
“I have something to tell you?”
“What is it?” Eve leaned against the Caretaker’s shoulder.
“This garden is yours.”
“Mine…” She mumbled. “Mine.”
“You are permitted to come here during your free time, but do not attempt to exit the garden.”
It was too late. Eve was fast asleep on the Caretaker’s shoulders. Taking her in its arms, the Caretaker carried her off to bed.

Part 1:
(later)
Part 2:
(also later)
Part 3:
(yes, Later)
Part 4:
(*sigh* later)

chocolatefrogs13 wrote:

Do we write it here? Sorry if it's a stupid question, I'm not really used to writing camps

I think we can do it either here or the main writing share thread! Most seem to prefer the share thread, I think?

chocolatefrogs13 wrote:

Do we write it here? Sorry if it's a stupid question, I'm not really used to writing camps

You can do it here or somewhere else keep in mind that the scratch forums won't save your progress if the page reloads though

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Hi! Here is my essay about why chocolate milk should be in schools:

Do you like drinking chocolate milk- maybe even a little more than white milk? I’m not sure what your answer is, but many kids LOVE drinking chocolate milk. And they get to have it at school! Sadly, some people think that flavored milk should be banned from schools- although I disagree with them. Did these people even think about: chocolate milk having many essential nutrients, kids will drink it, and it’s much more healthy than other popular drinks? Yes, all of these things are true.

Did you know that chocolate milk is healthy? Yeah, Dr.Melissa Dobbins even says that ¨chocolate milk is nutrition in disguise.¨ She is right; chocolate milk has vitamin a, vitamin b, calcium, and protein. To help us visualize how healthy chocolate milk is she compares chocolate milk to popular drinks. These drinks were sports drinks and cola, and with no surprise, chocolate milk is proven to be healthier! Mrs.Dobbins reassures us that the kids who drink chocolate milk aren´t even heavier than those who don´t! Mrs.Dobbins is pretty much telling us that you can´t get any better drink than flavored milk!

Now, pretend you are a lunch lady. You are in charge of making sure kids get milk. After a while, you start to notice that for every 6-7 cartons of chocolate milk kids get, there are only 1-2 people taking white milk. Are you willing to take away what kids drink just because it has flavoring in it? Because, if chocolate milk was taken out of schools, a lot of kids would be disappointed, and they might not drink white milk. I (a 5th grader) have noticed kids take white milk and not drink it- but kids will drink the chocolate milk. So, again I ask: are you willing to break children’s hearts?

Do you remember when we compared chocolate milk to soda and sports drinks? It´s okay if you don´t-I had to look back because all that talk about chocolate milk made me go get some and I forgot what I was talking about (by the way, Picket Fence has the best chocolate milk!) But, if you forgot here is a recap: last night on Chocolate Milk Should be served in Schools, Dr.Melissa Dobbins told us that chocolate milk was healthier than other popular drinks. So, I watched her video to find out the nutritional facts on the drinks. Here are the nutrient facts of one can of soda: 140 calories, 2% sodium, 13% carbohydrates, 39 grams of sugar, 0 grams of protein. Soda has been proven to be unhealthy. Next, let’s look at sports drinks. Here are the nutrition facts for a 24-ounce sports drink: 130 calories, 11% sodium, 2% potassium, 11% carbohydrates, 0 grams of protein,34 grams of sugar. I think Mrs.Dobbins is telling us that if chocolate milk was banned, kids would just bring unhealthy drinks and drink those.


In conclusion, flavored milk should be served in schools for many reasons. You see, chocolate milk has the same benefits as white milk and is much healthier than other admired drinks. Oh! Kids also seem to have a fondness for chocolate milk-I see them drinking at lunch. Right now, I guess I’m trying to ask you: if you take away chocolate milk, are you ready to break thousands of kids’ hearts?
(Yes, I did five paragraphs)


Here is some poetry:

What will happen in the book?
Really, books are awesome
I'm so excited for more books by Rick Riordan!
The book ‘Words On Fire’ is amazing!
I'm failing at poetry (and/or I accidentally vaporize my pre-algebra teacher)
No more talking to me until I'm done reading this!
Go away! I'm reading!


Not cool, Apollo
Seriously, go away
Your haikus are bad

There once was a girl who was mute
And she was good at the flute
She was from Wales
She always stayed on the trails
She was kinda cute

Nightime
Dark and quiet
It's gloomy, tiring, bedtime
Nobody seems to like it
Nightime


Everybody seems to think
that girls aren't very powerful.
They see us as the people
who play with dolls every day
We don't.

Women change the world.
Without them,
Things would be different.
We wouldn't know as much.


Without J.K. Rowling
We wouldn't have Harry Potter
Without Laura Ingalls Wilder
We wouldn't have Little House


Without Maya Angelou
African-Americans wouldn't have their rights.

Don't get me wrong,
Men are important too
But,
They didn't go through the same things
They could vote
They didn't have to wear dresses
They didn't grow up with
people saying they were only there to please a man


People say Girl Power is because
Girls are weak
No,
It's because we are tired
of being strong
We are tired of having to stick up for ourselves
We are tired of stereotyping

Like my friend
She does cheer
because her parents make her
they think it makes her happy
But,
she'd rather be on the court,
being the action

#GirlPower


Here is the Story:




My name is Camilla Rimkus, but call me Cam for short. My first name means “flawless character” which does not fit me, my last name however means “quiet and calm” which almost fits my personality perfectly since I am quiet but not calm. I like to read, however my language is illegal. All the books I am supposed to read are in Russian. So, during school I can only read Russian books. At home however, I read all the Lithuanian books we have. It’s dangerous of course, but they are so much more interesting than the Russian books. My parents don’t know that I read Lithuanian books. But it’s their fault, they are the ones who got them from the old lady across the street. How do I know this? My parents. When they think I am asleep, they talk. They talk about how worried they are. How soon the Russians will find out that we have books. Lots of them. All of them in an illegal language.
They are worried. And I will do everything I can to save them and my home.
When my parents talk to me they make me feel safe. When they talk to each other they make me realize how dangerous our lives are. Usually, the conversations they have leave me cautious for a while.
“ We need to take the books,” My mom said, more forcefully than ever. “ The Russians will find them soon and Cam will get hurt. We can’t risk that no matter how important the books are.”
“And do what with the books - burn them like the tsar wants?” My father replied forcefully. “ I understand we can’t risk hurting Camilla. But, our books are important. Also, we’ve known the risk of having books for a while - why now do you want to get rid of them?”
“ Maybe - oh I don’t know - maybe I don’t want my daughter to die!” My mother yelled, so loudly I felt as if my ears would burst. Then, right on the spot I cried. I didn’t just have tears in my eyes, I sobbed. That gave myself away.
“ What?” My parents asked at the same time, seeming to forget about the argument for a moment. My mom then ran over to me and she wrapped me into a hug. I put my face into her shoulder and I cried. After a few minutes she carried me up to my bed and plopped me on it.
“ Tell us what you heard.” My dad demanded. So I did. I told them how I listened to them talk almost every night. I even told them how I read every single of our books. I shouldn’t have said that.
“If you found those books they will probably find them too.” My dad sounded worried. My father also said the word they full of hatred. I knew he was talking about the Russians who invaded our country. The people who banned our books. The people who burned our houses. The people who wanted us to believe and act like we were Russians.
After they told me goodnight, I realized how little kiddish I had been for a 12 year old.
Walking around Main Street I realized that everyone was happy. But they didn’t fool me. I knew they were secretly partly worried that our fire shows would be ruined by the tsar. I was worried too, but like them I was determined not to show it.
Every year on September 22, we come to the markets. All the shops have the newest harvest, so the Rimkus (my) family comes home with their hands full. Once it becomes dark we have fire shows. And they are so pretty. I don’t know if we will do that this year, because the Russians burn down our houses on some occasions. The fire show might be a reminder of that.
“Hello, Camilla,” said a voice. I immediately turned around to see Karalina, a shopkeeper and friend of my parents. “Care to buy anything?” She gestured to her stall where fresh bread, corn, mushrooms, and pumpkins awaited.
“ Oh hi Karalina! How are you?” My mom said that I should also greet the shopkeeper before I buy anything.
“ I’m doing great. How are you? Are your parents around?” Karalina stood on her tippie toes and looked through the crowd.
“No, my parents are not here.” I didn’t know what to say afterwards so I decided to not care. “ Umm, I am doing great, thanks for asking.” I handed Karalina some money. “ I will take some bread.”
She handed one - no two pieces of bread. I nodded and waved goodbye. Hopefully Karalina understood I didn’t like big crowds like this. Otherwise I would have stayed and talked. All the noise, it was just two much for me. Being pushed through the crowds was also too much. See, I told you my last name totally fits me! Reluctantly, I stepped back into the let me through or else I will push you crowd. Thankfully, no soldiers were around. So far, they have been leaving us alone on holidays. I know that privilege won’t last forever, so I decided to try to feel happy. But, last night's conversation still rang in my mind.
I didn’t have much time to think about it though, because I became stuffed in a bag
I decided to fight. Who was I fighting exactly? Well, right now I was fighting the bag. But, it was useless. Either I wasn’t very strong or the bag had a way to somehow not break when it was getting kicked and punched. I decided the bag was super strong.

“ Don’t fight, girl,” said a voice, in perfect Russian. It was obvious the tsar had hired someone to kidnap me. “ It will end up much worse for you.” From the seriousness in his voice, I decided he wasn’t joking. I was sure whatever they were going to do was going to hurt me. I thought about fighting the bag some more for a moment, but I obviously wasn’t going to get out of the bag any time soon. So, I acted like a coward and I just sat there hoping I could have something to kill time.

After what felt like hours ( and it probably was ) they opened the bag. After a couple of minutes I climbed out. Weirdly, no one was there. I looked around. There was a bed, but it didn’t look that soft. There was - you know what - think of being in a prison. Cause that’s what it was.

Then, the door opened.


Script:


CAM listens to parents conversation
OffstageMOM: Did you just hear a sound?
OffstageDAD: Yes
BOTH: Run into CAM'S rooom
CAM: Is crying
MOM: Explain
CAM: I listen to your converstations and read the books
DAD:What?
MOM: You are in big trouble
CAM: Still crying
MOM: Hugs CAM. It's okay
CAM: No
MOM: Suggles with CAM

NEXT DAY:
CAM is walking in the street
Karolina: Oh, hi. Would you like some bread?
CAM: Sure!
KAROLINA gives two pieces
CAM:Thank you!
CAM:Walks home

CAM looks at festival stuff
CAM gets tooken off stage with muffled sounds
You can hear CAM kicking the bag
PERSON: Stop
CAM: Stops
CAM: falls asleep
CAM: Wakes up in room

Nonfiction writing:

Have you ever heard of John Smith? You know, from the Pocahontas movie? Well, John Smith was an actual person - who founded a settlement. Yes, John Smith is an important part of The Americas’ history. Smith grew up with both of his parents ( until age sixteen ) and his family was possibly rich. He helped start a settlement and made some rules for it. This saying from Spirit Animals: The Book Of Shane describes John Smith: “Good people can do bad things, but it doesn’t mean they are bad people.” John Smith did bad things, but overall he was a good person.


John Smith had one of those easy yet hard childhoods. John Smith was born in 1579 or 1580. His early life is pretty shady because no one knows who his parents were or the exact date he was born, but that was pretty normal back then . Smith’s birth certificate was probably lost. John Smith was born in Willoughby, England. Once Smith got older he claimed descent from the ancient Smith family of Cuerdley. Smith attended grammar school, so his family was possibly rich. At age sixteen John Smith’s father died, making John the man of the family.



Having good leadership and good grammar skills made Smith an excellent leader. Of course, he didn't immediately become mayor since nothing comes that easily. First, he became a mercenary. Then he fought two wars. Finally, he proved himself worthy of coming on an expedition to the new world. Smith was one of the first explorers to go to The Americas. He helped start Jamestown and became part of the council, leading him to becoming the mayor.


Since he was mayor of Jamestown, John Smith had a big impact on people. He made strict rules, like “ he who shall not work shall not eat.” He did this since there was a food shortage. It was very hard to get food during the winter, so John Smith made military threats to the Native American tribes. Smith also offered to trade guns for food. Finally, John Smith made maps.



Overall, John Smith did some amazing things in his adult life. In his early life nobody really knows what happened. John Smith had to work hard to prove himself worthy of many things. But, once he became “mayor” of Jamestown he had other colonists work hard, making Jamestown successful! John Smith is like this: ( even though I already said this in the introduction paragraph) “ Good people can do bad things, but they- deep down- are good people.” Even though he had to hurt some people in the process Smith showed us that using hard work can make anything possible. So, next time you are watching Disney's Pocahontas think about this: Is John Smith a hero or a villain?




Mercenary: A soldier in hiring

YES!! I'm done!

In Zai's workshop (which was spectacular!), it says that a tongue twister is a form of poetry (I think it says that lol..) So are we allowed to write a tongue twister and count it as one of the five forms of poetry we write?

For scriptwriting, is it required to give the piece you're adapting?

What happens if our argument topic (part 2) is.. quite silly and there is no evidence to use?? Can I just make up something or ask a known person for their input?

Thanks!

Part 1: Poems

Acrostic
I know that this is kind of outdated, but I still like it.

Covid helped us all take a second to remember that we will always have issues, and helped us learn to be more
Obedient. And to work. To work
Vigorously.
It taught us that things won't always go as we expect them to. That we need to have patience and to not only
Depend on others to do the work for us. And to

Persevere
And never give up,
No matter how tough it gets. To be
Determined, determined to get through this
Easily. We all should
Make sure we stay
In our homes, to help avoid the spread of the
Covid-19.

(3/4/2022)

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CatOrchid-Fan-fiction-Protector

Poems
Limerick
A cat once jumped on a bush
and said it turned to mush
it seeped away
the cat stayed
to watch the mush turn to slush

Free verse
I am creative and imaginative.
I wonder about what it's like to live as an adventurer
I hear the wings of a Pegasus
I see a phoenix rising with it's feathers flaming
I want air-fried chicken.
I am creative and imaginative.

I pretend I'm in the mountains, exploring.
I feel the cold gusts of wind on my face
I touch the vast sky.
I worry about falling
I cry for nothing
I am creative and imaginative

I understand that reality is real
I say that I am loved
I dream that I'm running in the mountains
I try to focus.
I hope I dream about my secret wishes
I am creative and imaginative.

Monorhyme
The green tall bushy bush
Stood on a yard
It turned into dark brown slush
The cat brought some lard
(and a card)

Acrostic
I hated frogs

Lo and behold the pond where the frogs live
Oh, how I smashed them
Vertina disapproved but,
Exciting it was to see the smashed frogs

Common actions were they to rid the earth of frogs
Appearance of lime green slime
To see them made me feel sick
Smashed were the frogs and now I'm happy

Epitaph
She loved like a sister
She cared like a mother
She gave all she could
She never gave up
Not even when the whole world told her that she couldn't do it
Now she's smashing frogs and writing poems.
She inspires people to smash frogs.
She really does hate them
The frogs, that is
Before, she didn't hate frogs
But that was before
Before she read the story about the frogs
She tries her best
She fights when she needs to
She watches for the right moments
Then
Then, she….
smashes the frogs!
Bam Bam!

Essay
One of the reasons why I write is because it's fun. It gives me something to do, other than reading and doing homework. Simply writing a short story is strangely fulfilling. Writing makes me feel accomplished and is something I can look forward to. Whenever I sit down to write, I always feel excited and eager to let my imagination loose. I love having the change to be creative. I really enjoy putting my thoughts into words. The only time when it's hard to write is when I'm out of ideas. Or when I'm tired. Like right now. When I'm out of ideas, I like to sleep on it. Usually, I get ideas when I'm just laying in bed, thinking about things. I also like to watch movies for inspiration and reference books for ideas.

I write also because I have a lot of great and fun ideas for stories. I make up these stories in my head until I practically have a whole book. I usually don't start writing until I've had some time to think of these short stories. Then I merge the stories into a book. Or a longer story. I never really finish a book so right now, all my books are just short stories. For example, the one I'm writing right now. I was inspired by a book my brother wrote and a movie. I created a character and started making up little adventures in my head until I decided that I'd write a book about my character. I have a really big imagination, so big that I scare myself by imagining that something's behind me. I once was walking down a hallway and I thought about Slappy the dummy and then I got scared and walked faster. That was not fun.

Writing is very calming as well. It's like therapy but you don't have to go anywhere. You just sit down and write. My favorite places to write are on my bed, on my bed using a desk and laying on my bed. So, basically, I just write on my bed. The most relaxing time to write is during afternoons or while it's raining. There's just something about writing while raining. It's super calming and enjoyable. Once, I came home early on a Saturday and I sat on my bed and just wrote for two hours. It was the best time I'd had since school started. It was super relaxing, calming and really made me feel good.

In conclusion, I write because it's fun and enjoyable. I write because I have many ideas for stories. And I write because it's a extremely calming thing to do, on a rainy day or on a calm sunny day. Anyone who hates writing is missing out on the best parts of writing. Writing is relaxing, fulfilling and will help you get into great schools. Learning to write now will enable you to write excellent essays, applications and you may even get your book published. You'll be famous! So, start writing today! (brought to you by catorchid)

Script writing

LYESSA dashes across the stage, chasing A BLACK SHADOW.

LYESSA
(playfully)I’m gonna get you! Haha, you can’t escape me!
BLACK SHADOW
(playfully)No, you’re not and yes, I can! You’ll see! I’m faster this time!

LYESSA spreads her wings and flaps them, propelling her towards the BLACK SHADOW. She leaps and pins the BLACK SHADOW down.
BLACK SHADOW
(frustated)Ow! Hey, not fair! How come you always catch me?
LYESSA
(triumphant)‘cause I’m faster, that’s why! C’mon Kyanite! Let’s go for a walk.
LYESSA hops off KYANITE. The two head off for a walk in the woods.

KYANITE
(confused)Hey, did you see that weird shadow?

LYESSA looks around, confused. She sees nothing

LYESSA
(confused)Huh? What shadow?

KYANITE looks around, searching for the shadow she saw.

KYANITE
(confused) It was right over there, just a few seconds ago! I promise, I’m not making it up! There was a cat in the woods!
LYESSA
(calming and comforting)I believe you, let’s go check it out. Maybe the cat’s just hiding somewhere. There’s lots of adventuring cats nowadays.

The two go deeper into the woods, searching for the shadow cat. After an hour, they give up.

KYANITE
(frustrated) Argh! Maybe I just imagined it… But I’m sure somecat was here.

The sun starts to set, casting shadows across the woods. LYESSA and KYANITE look around, scared.

LYESSA
(nervously) Let’s go back before anything bad happens. I hate being lost in the dark…

Something rustles near them. a pair of bright amber eyes glares at them. The scent of fox fills LYESSA and KYANITE’s nostrils. They look at each other in terror.

LYESSA and KYANITE
FOX! RUN!!
The two flee in terror, breaking branches and crashing through the bushes. They make it to the edges of the wood and stop for a rest
KYANITE
(shakily and relieved) Whew! That was close..

LYESSA nods in agreement. They turn to walk back to the village. The sun has almost set and the sky has darkened.

Scene darkens and blacks out

Fades into a dark shadowed clearing with a small group of cats. They all have glowing eyes and cloaks. Only their sillhouetes are visible.
SHADOW CAT 1
(angry and anxious)We need to attack now! We should have attacked yesterday!
SHADOW CAT 2
(anxious)We still need more time! We have no idea what we’re going into!

SHADOW CAT 3
(Hysterical)What if the plan goes wrong?! What if we’re found out?!

The arguing falls silent when a green-eyed sillhouete enters the clearing. The cat glares around her, demanding respect and silence. All cats look away from her gaze.

GREEN EYED CAT
(calm and serious)We attack in two days. Prepare yourselves. Now go, leave no trace. Come back when the moon is high.

The cat disperse leaving the GREEN EYED CAT
GREEN EYED CAT
This is for my family…. I’m not giving up until they’ve been avenged….

Scene fades to black

Fades in to a scene in the village the next morning. LYESSA and KYANITE are walking together and talking about muffins

LYESSA
(longing and excited)My favorite muffins are tripple berry muffins with crumb topping! They’re soooo good!! And juicy!
KYANITE
(happy and excited)Yeah! They’re the best muffins ever! Let’s go get like a million of them at the bakery!

LYESSA
Great idea! That sounds awesome! And we can go over to our hideout and eat cup o noodles!

KYANITE
Yes!!! Let’s do it! Ooh, I’m getting hungry just by thinking about it….

The two cats run off to buy muffins. They then go to their hideout in a forest. It’s a clearing with a tree fort, a stream running into a creek and berry bushes. They pull out their stash of cup o noodles, start a fire, boil water and eat noodles and muffins.
KYANITE
Mmmmmm, this is sooooo good! Let’s put on some music!

LYESSA
Yeah! Good idea!

LYESSA pulls out a radio and puts on relaxing music. The two friends eat and relax as the warm afternoon passes peacefully.

scene fades and blacks out

A black cat chases a squirrel up a tree, catching it right before it escapes. The cat jumps down from the tree and heads back to his den. Suddenly, the bushes rustle and two guards from the palace jump out.

GUARD 1
(surpised and demanding)Hey! Stop right there and drop the squirrel!!

The cat runs off, paws flying. He’s running fast but the squirrel is weighing him down. The two guards shout threats as they slowly gain on him. He hisses angrily and drops the squirrel, escaping into the thick woods.
GUARD 1
(to other guard) Go and search for that black cat. If you find him, arrest him immediently. If you don’t find him, we’ll need to alert the queen. Meet back here in two hours.

GUARD 1 picks up the fat squirrel and puts it in a cloth bag.

scene fades and blacks out

Non Fiction writing
1st piece
I woke up in a start, sweating. The room was still dark. It must be around midnight. I looked around, scared. I regretted reading that horror comic earlier that day. It was scary and disturbing, to say the least. But my friend said it was good so….. I read it. But I shouldn’t have. Now I was in bed, overheating and sweating but too scared to throw back my covers. I wasn’t sure what I was scared of, but I was scared of something. I was just scared. I lay in bed for a few minutes, wondering what I should do. My brother’s snoring sounded above me as I tried to fall asleep again. All I wanted to do was fall asleep and escape the fear. But, once again, my brother’s snoring kept me awake. I was
getting way too hot. I wriggled around under my cover, wondering if I should go splash some water on my face. I finally worked up enough courage to get out of my bed and make my way to the bathroom. I forced myself to go slowly and not rush. I wasn’t sure why. I got to the bathroom and splashed water on my face, cooling my down a little. I got back into bed at the same calm slow pace, even though my heart told me to hurry. I flipped my blanket around so I wasn’t as hot and told myself that it was just irrational fear and that there really was nothing to be afraid of. I kept repeating that to myself. I tried drinking water, daring to get up and grab my water bottle. I wondered why I listened to my friend. I thought about the times where I used poor judgement. This was the worst. I’d never seen anything like it. Now those images of frightening horror were engraved in my head. I tried telling myself that they were fake and would never happen, that they weren’t real and never were. It helped a little, but my fear was still there. The snoring of my brother did not help matters. I felt irritated, tired, scared but not overheating.
Eventually, my brother finally stopped snoring and I slowly fell back asleep, telling myself not to be afraid. It didn’t work but I tried to think of other things. The ominous darkness of my room didn’t help my fear. I finally fell asleep. I woke up twice the night. In the morning, my fear was gone, replaced by a lingering shadow of my old fear. I was confused and tired, having not gotten a good sleep. I went to school and told my friend about last night. She told me that she went through that all the time. I asked her why. She said it was because she read a lot of horror comics and watched scary things. I could never do that. I want to sleep tonight.

2nd piece
It was another day of circuit training. While you may think that circuit training is hard, useless and exhausting, I can definently tell you otherwise. It’s exhausing, sure, but beneficial for health. When I did circuit training, each of us had to pick five exercises. I picked squats, plank, lunges, arm circles and jumping jacks. We then had to do four sets of each exercise for 45 seconds. It went like this: Squats for 45 seconds, a plank for 45 seconds, lunges for 45 seconds, arm circles for 45 seconds and jumping jacks for 45 seconds. We did that four times. It was a bit confusing at first but it was all cleared up soon enough. After doing circuit training for the first time, I was really, really, really ,really sore for the next 4 days. I could hardly walk down the stairs! But I definently felt a change. I was stronger, much stronger. By the time I finished circuit training, I was like 50% stronger than before I started ciruit training. It excersices your muscles, improves your strength, improves your health and makes you feel good! Even though I tripped over a cone because of my exhaustion, I had a great time working out with my friends and getting stronger. It was painful at first and when I did the plank, it was hard! But it got better as I grew stronger. You will, too if you try hard and work towards a goal. It’s not so bad once you start. It’s like swimming in cold water. It’s terrible when you start out but you warm up to it as you go along. Don’t be afraid to make yourself be in pain and soreness the next day! Your body will thank you for it! (unless you broke a bone or something. I’m talking about exercising.) I switched from squats to sit-ups but I feel like that wasn’t beneficial because they didn’t make my muscles hurt like the squats did. Every exercise is different for everyone so try all of them, see which one fits you best! Maybe it’s push ups, or burpees or mountain climbers. It’s absolutely your choice! So, try this circuit training today and feel yourself getting stronger, faster, healthier! Beat that annoying guy in track! Jump the highest in basketball! Punch the living daylights out of that bully! If at first you don’t succeed, troy, troy again!

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Bellevue91 wrote:

Pick out an old piece of your own writing to adapt into a script. It should be about 800-1000 words long and have narration and dialogue.

But my old writings are bad ;-;

Hey! Got a question. If I already wrote 5 poems but I don’t have enough words can I write another poem that is the same type as one of the other fives. So I already wrote and acrostic, is it okay if I write another one as a 6th poem?