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Tara Clayton Katie Rider Kaitlyn Taylor Keegan Foss John Sanford Kirsten Wills Kenton Evans
The Star by Tara Clayton
It was a chaotic day on Star 22, and it could only end in death. Star 22 was said to be one of the most peaceful stars that anyone could ever live on and it was, that is until social class started to form and power hungry people started to dictate. It all started out with everyone living on Earth, like normal, but things started getting worse for the people classified as a "nerd". You see they were very smart, but also very lonely and tired of being picked on by others. Because of this they all decided to come together and figure out a way to be accepted.
"We have to change our image," said Ned to his fellow nerds. "The only way we will fit in is if we stop standing out." "I refuse to change myself just so I can be liked by others. It's not right!" Marcie was not one to try and follow the crowed, and she was very opinionated. "Well, you obviously are not too successful acting the way you do, so there is probably some things that you need to change." Hearing this made Marcie start to tear up and attempted to walk away. Then Ashley grabbed her and made Ned apologize. "If we are going to solve our problems with everyone else, then we can't fight amongst ourselves. Now, it's time for us to figure something out."
Because the nerds thought better alone and with their computers, they decided to go home and use a Google doc. to share their ideas. It started out with Ned again promoting the idea of image change and then Steve saying that it wouldn’t work because everyone already knows them as "the nerds." Then Marcie added that she would rather be made fun of for the rest of her life than change herself for the rest of the world. Tommy brought up the idea of doing some favors for "the in crowd" hoping that they would repay them with acceptance, but then Ashley said that they would just be using us. After a long list of ideas and the reasons why they wouldn’t work, Ned suggested that they just give up and live with themselves. Everyone, of course, argued with him and refused to quit. So in anger Ned stated that they couldn't change everyone and, if they wanted to fit in, they would have to live in a world with only nerds. Hearing this intrigued the nerds. And, at that time, they were all thinking the same thing, they did in fact have to create a perfect world with only nerds, a utopia.
"Doing this is not going to be easy," said Marcie. "We are going to have to work longer and harder than we ever have before." And they did, they worked night and day combining their knowledge and brainpower together and got some new followers to join them in the search for a perfect world. After they got about 500 people to join their organization, they started to do what was needed for their utopia. They had a number of things that they needed to get done. First they had to find a place to create their perfect world. Then they had to find a way to get all the things they needed on their perfect planet. After a while, they found a way to survive on stars. They decided to move their utopia to Star #22 and build their world from the bottom up. After a while, things were starting to get pretty good. Because they were all smart, building their civilization was easier and took less time than it would for normal people. They created buildings, cars, restaurants, malls, and everything else they wanted or needed to live. Their buildings and technology was much more advanced than that on earth. And for a while everyone was considered equal.
Unfortunately things started to slowly but surely fall apart. One morning everyone woke up to Ned on the news telling people to vote him for leader. So in confusion they went down to Ned's house and asked him about what they saw. "Leader? I thought we were all equal and that social class wasn't needed here." "Come on Ashley," said Ned persuasively, "we all knew that we would eventually need some sort of government in order to be a successful society. All of us are still equal, just some of us more equal than others." "And just who gave you the right to decide that you would be the only runner for a successful government?" asked Steve angrily. This fight went on for quite a while until Marcie jumped in and stated that it was fine with her, as long as whoever wanted to could run for leader. So with a slightly defeated look in his eyes, Ned agreed that anyone could run.
The election process was long and almost impossible. Because everyone thought they were the smartest there, almost everyone ran. After a while most everyone dropped out because of vicious mudslinging. The only two people left in the running was Ned and Marcie. Walking down the streets of Star 22 was like walking into a debate room with very angry people. The perfect world was split between the people who thought that Ned should be leader, the people who thought that Marcie should be the leader, and those who thought that they were just fine without a leader at all. Hanging everywhere were posters of propaganda. On Marcie's side you saw things hanging that said "Does Ned want to lead us to a better civilization or to a civilization that is better for him?'' On Ned's side you saw posters hanging that said things like ''If Marcie can't even change her appearance, than how can you expect her to change enough to be a good leader?'' There were people constantly arguing and defending their side. Eventually election day came. And after hours of waiting, it was announced that Marcie had won the election. Those who wanted Marcie to win were very happy, but those who didn’t were furious. After a while things started to settle down as far as Marcie could see, but behind her back the supporters of Ned were planning a riot.
Finally one day, when Marcie was to give a speech in front of everyone about the progress she was making, war broke loose. The army of Ned unleashed a surprise attack on Marcie and all the others who followed her. Weapons of mass destruction that Earth hasn’t even heard of were built by the army and unleashed on all who weren’t in the army. Because of the explosions caused by the weapons, Star 22 fell from the sky and into a black hole. Their perfect world was destroyed never to be seen again, and the sky was short one star forever.
The Life and Short Story of Lily by Katie Rider
In this world there will always be people of different race, gender, age, and class. There will be people who are treated like gods because of how they look, and then people who are treated as slaves because of their skin color. The saddest thing is it is not even limited to one kind of person. No person is protected from this plague.
The year is 1965, smack down in the middle of the Civil Rights Movement. African-Americans are protesting, and police are trying (and failing) to keep everyone in line. Some people are afraid to go out into the city or afraid to do their best, scared that they will be attacked by mobs if they do. Of course in the middle of all of this there is me, and I was perfectly innocent, naïve, if you will, before my dad had to drag me through all of this. My dad is a one of those guys who you will find on the side of the road for three weeks straight protesting for our people's rights. Believe me, I get that lecture every time he comes home. I know the lecture by heart. Whenever anything went wrong, it became usual to attribute it to African-Americans. I know that our people, people of color, have struggled for rights for a long time and that white people have always said that we are equal to them, when really we are not; but is it really worth sitting on the side of the road smelling gross and disgusting for three weeks?
So here I was feeling sorry for myself, waiting for my dad to come home (he might give me lectures and be gone for weeks, but I truly do love him) when he walks through the front door looking gross and tired from being on a protest for a week. “Lily, Rhonda, I’m home!!” he bellows through our small but modest home. “Hi, Dad,” I shout at him, but I stay in my room. I always wait until he has a shower before I go and see him. Of course my mom goes down and sees him first, and I hear snippets of what they are saying. “Rhonda… Lily…she is… WHAT… shh…” So, of course, I go down the stairs and find out what is going on.
“Oh, there you are, Lily,” Mom says gently, but guiltily, as if she betrayed me. I look back at her suspiciously, but I could not tell anything by her face (what can I say, the woman has the perfect poker face). “Lily, I have something to tell you,” Dad says. So I sit down on our couch, getting ready for a lecture. But as my dad goes on talking, my eyes get bigger and bigger. It turns out one of the protesters had been killed in an “accident” (my dad says this word with heavy sarcasm) and he needs me to fill in for her. I don’t want to. What if I got hurt too? My
mom cries silently and tries to get my dad to change his mind, but his mind is set. And I know even me, his only child, won’t be able to get myself out of this one. He says it is about time I support my kind of people. And so the next day I am on my way to my first protest. It is so loud, with police sirens and screaming and shouting. The sound is all around me, but ironically enough I feel safe surrounded by all these people that I know will take care of me and protect me no matter what. I chuckle coldly to myself a utopia in the middle of the chaos. “OK, Lily, all you have to do is hold up this sign and say ‘OUR PEOPLE ARE EQUAL!’ okay?” Dad says. “OK,” I say and then I walk away with the sign.
I make myself comfortable next to a chubby old lady in a tent-like sundress and a small boy, younger than my age of 11 who was screaming himself hoarse. I sat unsure of myself, not sure what to do. I mean maybe the whites were right, maybe we really were being treated fairly but… no! I can’t let myself get pulled into that mess, I need to fight. And with that in mind, I put the sign in the air waving it around and took a cue from the small boy and started screaming loudly. We protested for what seemed like forever. And after that first day of protesting, I realized what I wanted to do. So the next day I was on my way to another protest. And it continued like that, me going to protests for every day since that amazing day I had started.
The small boy's name was Isaiah, and he was eight years old. He was fighting because both of his parents were murdered when they had argued saying that they did not get equal treatment at a protest. The murderer was found, but he did not have a consequence. The woman in the tent was his grandmother, his only living relative. And every single day for three years we sat like that growing quite close, me in the center and Isaiah and his grandmother on either side. At the end of three years, all of us gained our rights. And those long three years turned out to be the happiest of my life.
My story is one of millions, all of them inspiration to fight this plague, this racism that is natural, that consumes us all. The thing that killed Isaiah’s parents, the thing that put us on the road for weeks on end, the thing that robbed the lives of our loved ones. We will always fight for that freedom; it will never be taken for granted for anyone, of any race, gender, religion, or age.
1:10 to California by Kaitlyn Taylor Where am I? Of course, back in the forest. I’m running fast, and then faster, I’m still going. Well, that was a close one! I’m almost there. “No!” I’m so far away again I thought I was so close!! Why does this keep happening to me? What is that over there? Oh it’s a tree, a very large tree. Oh, gosh that thing is huge! Maybe I can find shelter there for a while until I wake up. I need to wake up! There are footsteps coming, loud, angry footsteps. I hear them as I’m rushing to the tree. “Ouch!" I just stepped on a thorn. Great, I wish I had shoes on, that would make this a lot easier. ”Oh no!” Whatever is coming is getting closer. Too close for my liking! I have to find a way to wake myself up, maybe……. A pond! Yes, all I have to do is run to it and jump! Okay, let’s see if I can do this quietly. Nope! Here we go. I wish I had shoes on, that would make this a lot easier. Wait! The footsteps have stopped. This could be my only way of getting out. I’m making a
run for it. No! Something tripped me. Now, I’m on the ground. It's obviously night, because I can’t see anything, and all I want is to just get home so I can take care of my little angel, the only thing I have left, Max. I’m being dragged, but to where? We stopped. Who is doing this to me and why? I’m dropped. Someone walks away. Now there are two sets of footsteps. They are heading this way. Someone wearing a hideous mask comes to take me. What is that horrible sound? It is like someone scratching their nails on a chalk board. Then the light comes, a light similar to the sun. It's streaming rays of light waking up the world. All is peaceful.
I wake. “Good morning, Elise!” I hear Max, my 8-year-old little brother, say. I sit up. “Okay, what do you want for breakfast? Burger King, because I could scavenge a couple bucks, if you want.” Now Max is laughing, “What are you talking about?” “Oh, great, don’t tell, we are in another home.” I hear myself say. “Yep we are, and this time they’re making us pancakes.” He says. “I don’t really like moving, but I don’t mind the free food!“ “Yeah, I guess this one isn’t the worse yet,” I say while thinking of the warm buttermilk pancakes with crispy, crunchy bacon that will soon be on our plates. “Okay, I guess we can stay here for a little bit longer, but remember the plan,” I say, although I can’t help but feel a little bit guilty for these nice people.
I hear a discomforting sound. It’s the “new mom” yelling at her nincompoop of a husband. “Eugene, go wake the kids up!” Then him, “They’re already up. Olivia, I thought you were cooking!” Now I get to thinking, what is with old people and yelling? Why can’t they just talk quietly in the same room and not scream halfway across the house? I mean seriously, I just want to go upstairs and yell at them, “What is wrong with you?” But last time I did that, I got sent back to the orphanage and Miss Trenicker said, “Now Elise, was that a very ladylike thing to do?” Next I said, “Oh, yes, Miss Trenicker, if I didn’t go yell at them, I’m afraid they would’ve ruined their precious voices.” That is when she made me spend the next four hours cleaning up the nursery.
Oh, just thinking about that horrible day makes me want to vomit, but I don’t want to freak Max out, so all I can do is shiver. Max sees me and gets all flipped, “Elise, What’s wrong? Are you hurt?” Now it is my turn to laugh. “No, Maxi, I’m fine.” Uh-oh, wrong thing to say. Now Max jumps in and says, “Please don’t call me that. You know that is not my name.” Then he puts on a mad face. “Awwwwww you are so cute,” I say. Great, now Max is angry. “Whatever,” he says, and stomps off. Then I follow him loudly and say, “Look. I’m sorry, okay. I was just playing with you. Now, I know you're kind of starting to like it here, but don’t. Remember the plan.” Max starts to get uneven and says,” Well, I, you know, thought that maybe we could stay here for a while.” “Well, don’t, because we are not staying here. Sometimes it seems like you don’t even want to find our parents,” I hear myself say. Oh, crap, I think to myself, as Max sprints up the stairs crying. Then I say, “Max, I didn’t mean to sound that harsh, okay, now please come back here. We need to pack. We’re leaving tonight.”
After a very tiring day of naps, prune juice, and watching reruns of “I Love Lucy,” it was finally time to leave. As we wait for “new mom and dad” to fall asleep, I get anxious. Then I get some
extra food from the kitchen. I tell Max to stay right here. When I get back, we will creep into the night. I have saved up all my money, and I hope it is enough. We catch bus number 121 as it is on its way to the train station. We finally see an empty boxcar, after being asked several times if we are waiting for someone. We are on the 1:10 train to California. Life in California will be like a normal life. I have been there once before when Max wasn’t born. I can remember the white, sandy beaches and all the rush and everything. California is our utopia. Here we go to a new life, full of love and adventure.
Before we left the new and loving home, I snagged a book called “Animal Farm.” I didn’t think it would be good, but as I read it to Max I read, "Somehow it seemed as though the farm had grown richer without making the animals themselves any richer- except, of course, for the pigs and the dogs."
The Race by Keegan Foss Vrooom!!! “There goes Rickey Bobby crossing the finish line taking first with Dale Earnhart, Jr., taking second! Rickey Bobby has just won the Talladega 500! This is a very great day for Bobby. He has dreamt of this day for a long time. He is the most serious man about racing that I have ever met,” said the man over the intercom.
The crowd went wild screaming, “Rickey! Rickey! Rickey!” Rickey Bobby is going home with the gold. Dale is going home with silver. Dale wasn’t very happy, because he was sort of in the lower class and Rickey was in the higher because Rickey was better. Dale got mad and got in Rickey’s face and screamed, “Next Talladega, you’re going down!!!!” Rickey wasn’t that afraid of Dale. Dale might have overreacted, but he was serious. But there was still a year till the next Talladega, so Rickey wasn’t afraid. He knew he had a lot of time to get ready for this race and he knew that Dale would probably get better over the next year, so he needs to be ready.
A week passed and Rickey was already running practice laps and races as well as Dale, who was gradually getting better. It was a Thursday, 10:00 am, and Rickey was running a practice lap reaching speeds of 198 mph, when suddenly his engine blew up and the car went flying into the air. And when it hit the ground, it rolled over and over and over until it came to a stop. It was on fire and the ambulance and fire truck came rushing to the scene. Rickey had two broken ribs, a broken leg, and a mild concussion. They put him on a stretcher and rushed to the hospital. It was morning now and Rickey just woke up in the hospital, and he turns on the T.V to find a chart of Nascar racers that have moved up in their game……..Dale was first……Bobby was last. Dale had moved up and taken control.
The news came on and the news lady was with Dale. “Dale Earnhart, Jr., would like to say a few words now,” said the news lady. I am so honored to be here, but I would like to tell y'all something. Last week after Talladega was over, Rickey came up to me and said a few words. He
said, “You a pathetic loser and you will never beat me, because I am at the top of the food chain and you……well, you’re at the bottom. Those are the words that Rickey Bobby had said to me, but now I would like to say this to Rickey: Now I am at the top and you are at the bottom! Thank you everyone!” “Well, those were the words of the great Dale, Jr. Sounds like Rickey has been very competitive and rude to Dale. I would watch your back, Rickey. Now back to you, Jim.”
Rickey knew it was a lie, just he didn’t have the strength to do anything right now. Three months had passed and Rickey was pretty much healed, and the doctor said that he healed faster than he thought. Rickey was back in business, just he didn’t know where to start. Rickey decided that he was going to need new car parts, if he was going to race again, because his car was demolished in that wreck. So he went out and bought new tires, rims, window guard, suit, helmet, engine; he just bought pretty much everything that he needed. Meanwhile Dale was also getting new car parts. Or that’s what they thought Dale was doing. Actually, Dale snuck into Rickey’s garage and stole his car plans. Dale took them back to his shop and started working on his car. When Rickey got back, he noticed that his plans were gone. Rickey turned on the TV, and Dale was on the news again, and he was holding Rickey’s plans. “These are the plans for my car that Rickey Bobby stole from my garage, and I have retrieved them,” said Dale. Everyone on the news team gasps in shock. Then their faces went from shocked to angry.
It was a day before the race, and Rickey and Dale were putting the finishing touches on their cars. They were getting pumped for tomorrow. Rickey started eating a bunch of Wheaties, and Dale started chugging raw eggs (nasty). They got their crews called in and told them when the race was.
Now it was race day and the announcer came over the intercom, “Well, everybody, you guys ready for some mano y mano racing?! Today is a race between to great legends. Oh, and here comes Dale Earnhart, Jr., and here is Rickey……Bobby also known as The Robber.” Both cars pulled up to the start line, and then they did a practice lap. Then the flag went green, and they were off. They were switching back and forth. Every second someone else was in the lead. They were only going 200 laps in this race, and they were on the 198th lap. They were bumper to bumper with Dale in the front and Rickey in the back.
Suddenly, Dale’s tire blew out and he swerved into the wall. The ambulance and fire engine rushed to the scene, but Rickey just kept going for the gold. He did the two laps and crossed the finish line. Now, it was trophy time. Both racers stepped up to the platform. The announcer came down with the trophy and turned to Dale and handed him the trophy, “Hey, what’s going on?! I won the race! That’s my trophy,” said Rickey in anger. As Rickey watched, Dale turned his back to the crowd members and handed the announcer a $20 bill, and it was just enough for Rickey to see it. Rickey heard Dale say, “Happy doing business with you.” Then Dale turned to Rickey and said, “You know, Rickey, all men are equal, but some are more equal than others.” And that was it and nobody ever found out about the scam between the announcer and Dale, only Rickey Bobby did…… Worst Day Ever by John Sandford
My name is Matt. I am a seventh grader at South Middle School. I am having the worst day ever. First my dog chewed up my bike tires. I had to walk to school because my mom had to go to work early. The school is like a mile from my house. When I finally got to school, I found out that I had forgotten my lunch and my homework. My teacher also didn’t buy it when told her that my dog ate my bike. When I called my mom’s work to tell her that I had left my lunch and homework at home, surprisingly my mom wasn’t angry. She seemed to be glad to bring my things to school. I waited for her to come around lunch. It was two periods after lunch when my mom finally came. As soon as she came into the room, I had wished that I had not asked her to bring me my lunch and homework. She was so embarrassing. She came into the room and said, “Here you go, sweetie, and here is your lunch.” The rest of the day everyone made fun of me, and we got lots of homework. When I got home, my little sister started crying for some silly reason. Then I got to work on my homework. I wish that my teachers wouldn’t act like tyrants. I finished my homework. I was getting ready to go to bed, and I saw a shooting star. I wished that I never had to worry about school, and I fell asleep. The next morning I woke up to my sister screaming. Wait! I am sleeping on sand and that isn’t my sister. It is seagulls. I am on a tropical island somewhere in the Caribbean, I think. I jump up and yell, Hurray! Because now I don’t ever have to go to school, babysit my sister, or do chores ever again! This is the greatest day of my life! I go around the Island beaches looking for some kind of shelter, but then I got bored and decided to go inland. The jungle was very dense, and I saw lots of animals. The island was a lot bigger than I expected. In the middle of the Island, there is a big volcano. After a while I got hungry and looked for a banana tree. I spent the rest of the day trying to build a shelter, because I knew that it would rain a lot. I was going to build my shelter in a tree and have a tree house, but let’s just say that it is hard to build stuff without nails or power tools. I almost got my shelter done but had to stop because it started to get dark and cold. I was still wearing my pajamas, which were shorts and a tee shirt. Covered myself up with a branch from a palm tree and I fell asleep. The next day I had breakfast of bananas and coconut milk. I finished my shelter and then I started to explore the island again. As I was exploring the island, I was thinking that I should have a name for the place. What should it be? I came upon a trail. It must have been an animal trail, I thought to myself, but the idea of other people on the island came to me. The rest of the day I explored and got food, but three questions kept on nagging at me: where could I find needed clothes, are there other people on the island, and what should I call the island. The next day I decided that I would call the island Catirus Island, don’t ask me why, but that just sounded cool.
As the day went on, I got bored and I decided that I would explore the island more. As I was exploring, I came upon a place that I had never seen before. It was like a big stone stage like I had seen in the TV show Survivor. The seats where in a semi-circle around a podium, and next to the stage there where houses. Well, they weren’t houses. They where huts and there where fields by the houses next to a river. I also saw people working in the fields and running in and out of the houses. The people were lean and tan. They had filthy, ripped up clothes. As I crawled around the deserted stage to get a better look at the village, I noticed that they were all about my age. Some were older and others were younger. Most of them where boys. Then I saw him. He was an older boy about seventeen or eighteen. He was being carried by four younger boys on a beautifully carved wooden throne. Just then I noticed that the people in the fields where being hit with bamboo branches with whips like they were slaves. They were also wearing hardly any clothes at all. I was straining to get a better look at the slaves, when I fell down a hill and someone spotted me. He was tall and muscled. He had a big knife at his side, and he was caring a big spear. Something told me that it would be foolish to run. The last thing I remember was that he hit me with the butt of his spear.
I woke up and my wrists where tied, and I had a huge lump on my forehead. Boy, did it hurt. I mean I have been hit on the head with stuff and got lumps on my head, but this beat them all in size by no comparison. I spoke with the older kid who I had seen earlier. He asked me what I was doing here. I laid on the ground for a long time and lost track of time. They only fed me once, and I could tell that they were discussing what to do with me. I also learned that the people that I thought where slaves were actually slaves and that older kid was king. He got to be king, because he had been on the island the longest. The king before him was overrun, because he treated his people unjustly and the people had over-thrown him. They decided to put me to work in the fields. On the first day I got breakfast of water and a cooked rat. Coconut milk, pineapple, and bananas were reserved for the king guy whose name I later learned was Lord Seth. On the first day of work, they worked me hard. Every time they whipped me, I would think to myself that I will work harder. I never got any water and no dinner. That night I spoke to all the other workers and asked them if they thought that Lord Seth was better than the other king. They thought that he was. They told me that we only got one meal a day, and I told them that we only get one meal a day. Over the next few days, I convinced them that this guy is worse than the previous king. We came up with a plan to overthrow Lord Seth. We decided that we would do it at night and under the cover of darkness in three nights. The next days we spent the days secretly gathering weapons and making final preparations. On the day of the attack, we tried to save as much energy in the fields as possible. That night we disarmed the cabin guards silently and told them, if they said anything, we would cut their throats. My group advanced on Seth’s hut while the other groups advanced on the other huts. There were four guarding the king’s hut and four of us. I knocked my guy down with a good hit to the back of the head. As he fell down, I hit him with a rock to make sure he was out. The other guys did the same. We busted into the hut and forced Seth to surrender.
The people wanted me to be the new leader, but I said that I did not want the position. I happened to look up, and I saw a shooting star, in fact, I saw two. My first wish was to go back home, and my second wish was to have a million dollars. The next morning I heard the same old annoying alarm clock buzzing at 6:30. I got dressed for school and ate breakfast. As I looked at the calendar, I realized that it was all a dream. As I was going to my bus stop, I thought to myself going to school isn’t all that bad. The rest of the school day was fairly normal. As I was coming home, I saw a guy with a big check on our doorstep. Club Kid Kingdom by Kirsten Wills
Once upon a time, in a land called Danceteria, there lived a Balinese cat called Ophelia. She lived by PLUR: Peace, Love, Unity, and Respect. She was a Club Kid, but she could have been much more. Ophelia had never been outside of the large city she lived in; but, nonetheless, she'd had plenty of experiences. She had been the smartest girl at her school, until she was forced to drop out and scavenge by herself to live. Ophelia danced and partied the nights away and slept all through the days. Her best friend in the whole world was a fellow scavenger, a raccoon called Cooper. Cooper, like Ophelia, was an orphan and a child of the streets. However, unlike Ophelia, Cooper did not believe in PLUR and was quite the opposite of a Club Kid. Ophelia and Cooper once found themselves without a place to sleep, while it was snowing heavily. Ophelia had met an incredibly nice boy named Michael at a party and had gotten his number. With nowhere to turn, Cooper and Ophelia called Michael. With all the kindness in his heart, he offered to let the two stay at his place. By the end of two weeks, Cooper, Ophelia, and Michael had all
become very close and the best of friends. Cooper and Ophelia had become more than just migrants, but people who really belonged in that flat. Very soon, Ophelia found herself falling in love with everything about Michael. He was Ophelia's other half.....but what Ophelia did not know was that Michael was the Prince of Danceteria, and the King was quite protective. However, Michael had run away from the palace and the royal city and had been hiding in the club scene. Ophelia and Michael had become the talk of the town and the hit of the clubs. Although Ophelia still knew nothing of Michael's royal heritage, she had come to think of herself and Michael as the Club Kid King and Queen. Together they ruled and Ophelia felt no one could stop the fun. Ophelia was truly really happy. Everyone felt like this was how it should be and this was how it would always be. Michael's father, however, had heard news that he was living like this. Outraged, he ordered a carriage to the Clubs immediately. Unaware of the King's knowledge, the Club Kids continued their lifestyle and their terrible habits. It had been about three months since Ophelia and Cooper had come to live with Michael, and Cooper was always gone. Cooper had joined a rock band and played around Danceteria, though not completely popular yet. He dreamed of when he would be able to leave, though it broke Ophelia's heart. One morning, while it was only Michael, Ophelia, and three or four of Michael's friends, at home, one of the King's men burst in, claiming under the charge of breaking the King's law, "No animal shall drink alcohol to excess," though Ophelia hadn't thought she'd heard that law. The King's men dragged Michael away, and Ophelia could do nothing. Stunned and angry, Ophelia sat, not knowing what else she could do. There was nothing but to wait. And several hours later, Michael's phone rang. Ophelia answered eagerly and was excited to hear Michael's voice on the other end. "Don't worry, Squee. It's okay," he told her, hearing her anxiety. "I never told you, but you know how the Prince ran away? That was me," he said with a small chuckle. Shocked, Ophelia only managed to squeak a, "Really?" Little had she known, she'd been in love with a prince. "Ophelia, my father has agreed to a single favour. He says, although he doesn't know you, that you must be a good influence, or I'd be dead. And so he's agreed to send a carriage for you. Although I am not allowed to leave the palace, you are to come stay here with me." Ophelia was, of course, overjoyed to hear this. But no matter what, Cooper had been there through thick and thin. "What about Cooper," asked Ophelia. "He could come too," answered Michael with that charming smile in his voice. "Ophelia, Daddy's coming. I've got to go." Shocked, overjoyed, and confused, Ophelia called Cooper and told him everything that had happened while he had been gone. No one knew, however, that the ultimate reason the King had really searched so long and hard was that the King was dying. The King had known he was dying and needed his son to lead in his stead. He had not told Michael, though. And one morning, when Michael had just woken from a night of excess and glamour, he found his father had passed in his sleep. Not only had Michael defied his father, again, in partying, but later found he himself had caused his father's illness. Not only did he worry the King into heart disease, but ultimately, secondhand smoke had given him lung cancer and had caused his demise, proving everything good must come to an end and that the perfect, endless, happiness, also known as Utopia, does not exist. But for those who cannot be satisfied with an ending like that, Michael did take Ophelia as his wife, and they ruled Danceteria together. Though, after six years of their ruling, Danceteria began to die, and King Michael was overthrown. Again, nothing happy can truly last forever. After all, this story does need a moral.
The Terrible Story of Three Kids and a Clown
by Kenton Evans
A long time ago four planets down on Pluto there was a world of peace, happiness and prosperity. Then everything changed when Bobo, the evil space clown zombie, came and took over the planet turning its inhabitants into all sorts of hideous spiteful creatures. Fifty light years later a wise and cunning prisoner escaped with the help of two young children, each with a very special gift. Their names were Andy Conda, Azan, and Messi. Andy Conda is part snake with a human torso and a snake tail for legs, like Medusa's brother without the hair. He is 26. Azan and Messi are 10 years old and have horse heads. Their mission is to travel to the space tower on the other side of the planet, find Bobo, and destroy him. But it will not be an easy task to find the tower. They must defeat the guardians Bill and Fred. And so their journey begins.
Day 1, Time 12:45 a.m.
“Hey, guys, wake up. It's time to get going,” said Andy to Azan and Messi. “Awww, Andy, come on, one more minute,” replied Messi with a whine. “No, we need to get going before sun up. You need to listen to me or else Bobo will find you and eat your arms and legs,” said Andy. “Okay, fine I'll scout ahead and see if anyone’s out yet.” And with that, Messi ran up ahead to a hill and looked out over the barren wasteland where the only sign of life were a volcano, an iceberg, and the space tower. But no one was out yet. So she ran back and they headed forward to the iceberg to defeat Bill, the guardian of the sanctuary of water and ice.
Day 1, Time 9:35 a.m.
As the three heroes arrived at the iceberg and prepared to face Bill, Andy noticed something glittering behind a rock. When he picked it up, he found that it was a small blue orb with a cube sticking out one end and in the door to the sanctuary had a square shaped lock on it. Andy grabbed the orb and placed the cube inside the lock and opened the door. And inside they went. Inside the sanctuary, Bill sat on a large thrown in the middle of the room. He was a strange sight, for he had no legs, only a small ball that he rolled around on. “Greetings heroes,” said Bill. “I take it you have come to defeat me and take the key to open the gates to the space tower.” “Yes, we have,” replied Andy. “Well, that won't be necessary. You can just take it, if you answer one question.” “Fine,” said Andy, “ask away.” “Very well. What do you plan to do if you can defeat Bobo and restore Pluto to the shining utopia it once was?”
“I plan to stay in charge, so that this could never happen again, and I will take it upon myself to keep Pluto safe,” answered Andy. “Very good. You may take the key of water and ice,” said Bill with a smile. “Thank you. Where is it,” asked Andy. “Oh, why, you already have it,” said Bill, and then he vanished in a flash of light. “What did he mean we already have it,” asked Messi timidly. “I have no idea. I think he just said it to sound really cool, and it worked,” said Andy. “But if he did, then where is the key,” asked Azan. “I don’t know but now I need to save up my strength even more. I declare that I will get up one hour later than you two, and I now get double rations.” “What, that’s not fair,” said Messi and Azan together. “It is for the best. If I’m too weak, you won’t be able to defeat Bobo, and he will destroy you.” “Oh, okay, I get it. Fine, you can sleep in."
Day 2, Time 7:24 A.M.
“Andy, Andy, wake up. I heard something,” said Messi. “I’m sure it’s nothing,” said Andy. “Now go back to sleep.” And then a tree fell over and crushed Messi into the ground. Azan and Andy quickly ran over to the tree. They lifted it up, but Messi was nowhere to be found. “Oh, my gosh," said Azan, "how did that happen?” “I don’t know but we need to move now,” replied Andy. “Okay let's get out of here.” And they ran as fast as they could to the sanctuary of stone and fire. Once they got there, they climbed the volcano and entered the sanctuary where they met Fred, the guardian of the sanctuary of stone and fire. “Okay,” said Andy, “are you going to chicken out like Bill did, or are you really going to give us the key?” “I think I’ll give you the key." And then the entire volcano erupted and destroyed Fred before he could give them the key. “Well, that sucks,” said Andy. "Now how are we going to get into the space tower?”
“I guess we’ll have to sneak in somehow,” said Azan. But before they could get out, the volcano collapsed and killed them both and Bobo continued ruling the planet till this day.