Stealing is wrong. I steal. I must be wrong. But for a reason! It’s not like one of those little girls in Elementary, who all they say is “Your done!” That’s stupid. I’m not stupid. Gosh! This is stupid! I’m doing this. I’m stupid! What!? I’m not stupid. Life makes no sense…...

“Your time is up. Better run.” Katy dashed down the hall as fast as she could. “Help! Help!” She screamed. But the monster is to powerful. Help....

I feel so stupid. But how was I supposed to know? It was a just a music video. Overnight I had become famous. I’m not complaining. I bet that if a real celebrity had posted that video, no one would say a thing.

I had woken up that morning to hear the sound of my phone ringing. And loudly. “What the heck?” I mumbled. My video had blown up! there was a million comments and likes. I had gone viral...

I stared down at the beautiful golden necklace. I know who would love this, I thought. When the salesman of the cart wasn’t looking, I snatched the piece of jewelry off the table, and stuffed it into my pocket. “Brooklyn Clark?” I turn around cautiously. “Yes, Ma’am?” Miss Bree Campbell stood with her arms crossed. “What’s up?” I asked. Miss Bree Campbell rolled her eyes as if it was obvious. “Wha...

Minds blank

Wow this poem stank

Try to think of something great

Cat!

Yes that!

I will write about a cat!

I wonder?

Wow, this is hard.

Keep talking!

Yes!

This must be the best!

Put your wisdom to the test!

But, I am stuck....

My heart is slamming in my rib cage. You can’t leave! Stay! I think to myself.

Lights flash in my eyes as I dash down the hall.

School shooting. Of course. It never changes. It never really ends.

I can here the gunshots. I close my eyes, trying to forget why I’m running for my life.

I can’t find anywhere to hide. All the doors are shut. No one is speaking. The whole school is silent.

I r...

The mirror. It haunts me.

When I look in the mirror, I see a fire. Bright, blazing fire.

I see destruction. And anger. I can see it.

When I stand in front of the mirror and stare into it. With my long hair waving in the wind. The breeze in my palm.

I can feel it. Feel it! I can feel it when I stand in front of that mirror. I feel the power.

When I stand in front of the mirror my eyes glow. I fe...

I don’t want to go outside. It’s too cold. Recess is the worst part of the day. I’m not doing this. Instead I decide to sit under the bench. I got bored. I started playing with small, little, gray rocks. I start humming. I close my eyes and imagine my mind tumbling around waves. Tumbling and drifting about. I must say it was a random thing to dream of. I sat there, bored. Then, I started imagining...