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A Collection of Writing


By the Grade Six Class
HJMS- 2013




Inspired by the writing of
Toni Morrison
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Believe
By:Carley Ammonn

When I was a girl a visionary and a dreamer, I believed in
everything.
I used to believe I was a princess, that I could do anything and
that I could fly.
I now know that I was right, I may not be a princess or maybe I
can't fly ,
but I can surely do a lot, especially in your eyes.
Just believe and things will happen. Eventually.

Life
By: Yalin Krupitsky
Life, so fragile, yet it flows like an ocean.
Occasionally life flows smoothly.
Sometimes life has rough waves that spoil your day.
Nevertheless it still returns to its ordinary figure.


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Butterfly

By: Rena Schweitzer

Flap, glide, flap, glide, soar. Bright purple wings flap by. So fragile in the sky, yet a speck on the great
blue sea. Does it really make a difference, does it really matter? Maybe it does. A child walks by,
Fludderby mummy, fludderby She called out. That little butterfly altered her day. Just like the butterfly You
can make a difference in this great open world.

RACIST
By: Jordan perry
Racist is a bad word. Racism, dirty, bad, killing.
I just cant stand it, racism. Why? Why did there
have to be so much racism, all of those innocent
people died. Why?! The Klu Klux Klan, Rrrr! Why?!
This will never happen again! Why



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Magic
Judy Gershkovich

Magic, its everywhere. People dont notice it but its always there. Magic is in the air. It helps flowers
grow, and makes the sun shine. Magic is a voice in your head. The voice that tells you not to steal and
the voice that tells you to help that little girl.

Everything happens for a reason. Adults, especially, dont realize that they won the lottery because of
magic. They call it luck. Well you could call it luck but I call it something different. It all happens for a
reason. When magic lets someone steal it then puts him or her in jail. Magic does it for a reason. Magic
lets a bad person win because magic knows that in the future they will get they deserve.

It all happens for a reason. When your parents are about to say, Yes you can go for a sleep over, magic
whispers in their ear, even though they dont realize it. Magic says, No she cant go because she will
stay up late and there is school tomorrow. Shell be really tired. Your parents hesitate and then they
say, NO.Kids usually say that their parents hate them.
But its magic that tells them to say what they say, magic does it for a reason, thats why magic, is
MAGIC!



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Forever
By: Liviya Hara
Forever is forever. Some things come and some things go. Everything is a
dream. Life is a dream. It has feelings and a background. Life has
opportunities. It us like a balloon. A balloon filled with air. Air that can
be exciting or sad, air that fills the balloon to the top. It goes away when
you let go. When you let go your dream comes true.
M.L.M
By: Michaella Woolf
I remember when I was young, my mom told me,
I love you so much! and I always thought about it.
When it was my first time at a dance recital she said, I love you so much!" And now when I think about it,
it empowers me.
After a few years she brought two new creatures in to the world.
Even though she is with them more often than with me she still says to me, I love you so much, and in my
heart I know it's true.



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Not Fair
By: Israel Wolman



One Sunday morning my sister is playing with some blocks making some noise.
My other sister Honey is up stairs taking a nap. I say, Mitzi, please stop playing with
the blocks, you will wake up Honey . She wont stop. I take the blocks from
her. Moments later she starts crying. Then my Dad comes out to my sister and asks,
Whats wrong?
Mitzi says, Izzy take the blocks from me!
Give back the blocks to Mitzi, says my Dad.
But I said.
Izzy, I said to give back the blocks to Mitzi, says my Dad.
OK, but she was making noise, I think to myself.
Then Dad says to me, You just woke your sister Honey up.
But.. I start to say.
Just go to your room. My Dad replies.
Rrrrr, I say marching to my room.
And Mitzi just continues to play.


Not Wanting to Do Something

By: Avi Adam Snajdman

Some people do things because they want to. Some people just say, "Ill do it later," because
they just dont want to do it. Im the second type of person. Now there are things Id rather not
do, like taking out the rubbish to the curb. One time when I was taking out the rubbish in the
winter and it was stuck to the ground! Id also rather not clean up my brother's messes because
when my brother makes a mess its like a nuclear bomb exploded! Another thing I would rather
not have done was write this! But sometimes in life you just have to do things you dont want to
do.
GOOD DAY TO ALL OF YOU!!!!!!!!



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Imagine
By: Megan Krieger
Imagine going to a school with broken fences, ragged basketball nets, having only one book
that you have to share with your whole class. Imagine. I just wish everybody was
treated equally. African Americans were treated like sand under a white person's foot. Who has
the right to say you are not allowed on a bus, allowed to use certain washrooms, or walk on
the sidewalk .Well apparently in the 50's that was allowed. But just because you are a different
race doesnt mean you should be treated differently. The people who had the pride to say let us
go to the same school as whites were amazing and I want to look up to people that are proud of
who they are not of being someone else.

Lars
By:Ethan Stolar
There was once a dog named Lars. He was the most fierce dog in the U.S.A. He hated
every one and everyone hated him. They all called him names behind his back because
if they said it up front they would be in for a beating. There was a 16 year old boy
named Pollard. He was always getting picked on and called names everywhere. One
cold chilly night he saw Lars in the field looking for food. The kids who always picked on
Pollard came up behind him and told Pollard that he had to go and feed Lars if he
wanted to be part of their gang. " Are you guys crazy!" yelled
Pollard, " He will take my hand off!" " If you want to be part of our group than you have
to do it,"They told him.
Pollard knew it was a bad idea but he did anyway. "Kid's got guts trying to feed Lars,"
the gang all thought. He walked over to Lars and held out a dog biscuit. Lars snatched
it like there was no tomorrow, almost taking Pollard's hand with him.
"Ahhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!!" Yelled Pollard. He had to go in again. He took another biscuit and
gave it to Lars. This time Lars took it quickly and not as forcefully. Pollard felt very
confident now and took another one out. This time Lars took it nicely and rubbed his
head on Pollard's shoe. The bullies who were now his friends were amazed of what they
had just seen. Lars became very loving of Pollard and Lars lived with Pollard forever.




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A Girl
By:Zoe Shore
Playing ,singing ,drinking, separated.
Me, a girl, watching thinking, about what people do, not the leaders, the people.
Numbers are greater than power and power is greater than numbers.
But I'm just a girl.
Sad, betrayed, unlinked, discriminated.
Alone.
I am alone.

Parents

By: Moriyah Kleiman

To have parents is one of the best things in the world.
They can be annoying, bossy, embarrassing and mean,
but they care for you and give you what you need.
When they spoil you youre delighted, when they scream youre
angry.
Sometimes life with parents can be school and also heaven.
When they say I love you, you know deep down they love you
more than anything and you love them too.
Im lucky to have a mom and a dad who will always love me no
matter what.
In my heart, I am glad I have parents.


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Sinderhella

By: Moshe Tzvi Shapiro

There once was a girl named Sinderhella. Her mom had died when she was a little girl so her father
married a very evil woman. She killed her husband and took all his riches including his 18 year old
daughter. She had 2 daughters who were very mean to Sinderhella. They would spit on her call her
names and make her do all their work for free!

They lived in a town called Fairleen, Oklahoma. There was a very rich man who had a son who was very
handsome. One day he decided to get married, so he invited every girl in town to an extravagant party. '' I
bet at least one girl will marry me,'' He thought. So the night came, and as usual Sinderhella had a
monster sized chore list. ''How I really want to go to the party!'' she cried. While she sweeped, she
weeped, while she swept, she wept. Suddenly she heard a voice, a voice she didn't know, but she did!
She followed the voice to a box, the box slowly creaked open, and then she saw it! She saw her! It was
her mother, dressed in a pretty white robe. She was carrying a smooth black leather jacket, a white thin
elegant skirt, and a hairbrush. Sinderhella cried, not a sad cry but rather a joyful cry, a cry of hope. She
ran to hug her, but it was no use, her arms grasped at empty air. ''Sinderhella'' her mom cried, '' Go to the
party!'' She gave her the clothes and the hairbrush. She looked beautiful, Sinderhella danced on the
streets all the way to the party. She danced and drank all night, but she was constantly hiding, for she
knew her stepsisters would rat her out. She was so busy dancing that she barely noticed that the son
gave the ring to another girl. She ran away '' I always thought dreams come true'' she said to herself.
''Useless! Useless! Useless!'' she thought. When she walked into the house she saw her stepsisters
laying on the couch, moaning their mouths off. ''Sinderhella!!!'' They exclaimed, ''Where were you!!!'' ''I
was at the party, I'm sorry! I'm sorry!'' The next day everyone was still really angry, but in a way this was
good. The stepsisters understood how Sinderhella felt. They slowly but surely stopped spitting on her,
calling her names, and bossing her around. Sinderhella and the stepsisters became good friends, and as
for the stepmother, nobody ever saw her again.

The End!

''Love is divine only and difficult always. If you think it is easy, you are a fool. if you
think it is natural, you are blind. It is a learned application without reason or motive except that it is G-d.''

- Toni Morrison, Paradise






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Mud Ball
By:Ezra Kam
Mud ball! they screamed. I just kept my head down and
kept walking, acting like I didnt care, but in truth I was scared
out of my mind. I felt their eyes burning into the back of my
head. Ever since our schools started integration life had turned
frightful. All the white people, kids and adults alike, screaming
at you, threatening you, I heard of a church in Alabama that
blew up. My best friend Kyles cousin died in that church. He
cried until he was out of tears. It was uncomfortable having to
see my toughest friend cry. He never cries. My parents made us
stop going to church for two weeks. My stream of thought was
interrupted by a shout of my name. Malcolm! I heard it again
and turned to see my friend Kyle. He was waving me down like
a flagship. I walked over the grass that grew in the tiny cracks in
the cement. When I reached him he was wearing his favorite
shirt the one with the blue and black stripes. He gave me a
huge smile as I arrived and he asked, do you want to go to the
sanctuary? That was code name for a small clearing in the
ravine where there was a water fall with water that looked like
falling glass and peach trees with the sweetest fruit you could
ever eat. The sun always shines there and the grass is greener
than you can imagine. This place, this clearing, was a safe place
, away from all those names and eyes. Kyle gave me a pleading
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look and finally I nodded. We started off down the side the
ravine after going through a small dirt path. There it was, our
small oasis, as beautiful as ever. As we sat Kyle opened his
backpack and pulled out two cans of soda, condensation
dripping down the sides, and his old beat up radio. He set it to
48.9, the news channel. The reports were talking about a
colored lady sitting at the front of a bus! We couldnt believe it.
Then they went on to talk about Martin Luther King Jrs rallies
and we were both bubbling with excitement. I picked a peach
up and ripped it in half handing one piece over to Kyle and
keeping the other. I took a bite, the sweet juice dribbling down
my chin. Maybe now finally we could really be part of
something new.




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