Showing posts with label Short Stories. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Short Stories. Show all posts

Monday, November 5, 2012

Your Friendly Neighborhood Kitty Cat

By: Anonymous
As most people in Caldwell have noticed, there’s a stray domestic cat that has been surviving in the city limits, with all of us. Every morning as I walk to school, Jeremy, as my family calls him, always comes and rubs against my legs. For most people, they might think “Don’t pet him! He’s either mean or got fleas or…..” But the truth is, is that my family took Jeremy to the vet, and they approved him to live out on his own. He has no collar, but also won’t be getting fleas anytime soon. Jeremy is a dark black mixture with a dab of white on the tip of his tail. If you ever stumble upon Jeremy, don’t be scared, he’s the nicest, yet shyest cat I’ve ever seen. Now that’s what I call ‘Your Friendly Neighborhood Kitty Cat’!

New Lunch Choice



By: Grace Green
A new and strange food is offered at Syringa to give students “the power of knowledge”.  The lunch ladies deny rumors of drugging the students to be “smart young ones “. On October 18, 2012, the lunch ladies at Syringa Middle School offered a new lunch choice, Mystery Meat.  Some students report that sometimes this mystery meat tastes sweet and light.  Another student reported that he had to stay home for a week after eating barely any of this strange food.  The sixth, seventh, and even the eighth graders at Syringa are creating a petition to stop the madness of The Mystery Meat Abomination.

Kidnapper at Justice

By:Grace Green
A kidnapping at Syringa Middle School?  Where has the mysterious, shady, straight A student gone to?  On a Friday afternoon, Mr. Swan reported the shy student missing.  This was a strange event because this student, who was later known as Fred Derington, never missed a day of school in his life.Three days later Mrs. Gomez was walking by and heard a muffled screaming from inside the boys locker room.  The janitor came and popped open the locker where the sound was coming from and there they found Derington, stuffed in a stinky locker filled to the rim with dirty socks.  Derington later explained, “ I was just trying to hide from Ms. Pederson because I haven’t been bringing my cello to school. “