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Writopia has expanded and is now accepting students from Grades 4 through 8. Any genre and any subject of writing is welcomed. If you want to publish your writing or not, that is possible. The Writopia club meets every Monday at the end of the school day in Room 422. You don'y have to bring anything. Everything is provided.
It was my first day coming back to the dance trials and making more music. All I have to do was make sure everything was in place. I have a performance coming up next week. There is no time to waste.
“Can I get a water?”
It was hot and the practicing was nowhere done. I couldn't give up though this was really important to me. After a few hours of getting the lyrics down and putting in a few dancers to move with me it seemed as if everything seemed to be close to complete. My boss called me and I answered. He explained to me the upcoming dates of the tour performance and I wrote them down in my head It seemed though Brandon was acting more rude than usual. The only thing I could say is that he was probably nervous. He kept kicking the studio wall swearing under his breath.
I turned and looked at him and said, “Yo what's your problem practice is over you can chillax!”. The others (Tyrese,Dan,and Mika the only girl) looked at Brandon.
Brandon walked up to me and said “Bro we have a week until the performance and it seems like we are just all messing around!” he slammed his hand on the table knocking the water bottles down and making a huge puddle of the shiny floor. That's when Tyrese glared at him and looked like he was about to make a move on him. As Tyrese walked up to him I held him back.
Tyrese pushed my arm and said “So what are you trying to say!? That we are not working hard enough we work just as hard as you Brandon!”. I looked at Brandon he looked so stressed. “Guys! Remember we are a team I guess we should just get some chinese food at my place and leave this madness behind. It been a very long and tiring today we have some to go over tomorrow.” The guys relaxed and Mika followed I guess she was a little starstruck.
Once we got to my place and started eating everything seemed chillaxed. Everyone was eating and laughing and enjoying the moment.
Dear Sojourner Truth,
I hope you have an amazing holiday. What does the holidays mean to you? The holidays to the Writopia Sojourner Truth family means celebrating our creativity, our writing accomplishments, and our imagination. We hope you have a happy holiday and give love and blessings.
Cheyenne, Kimora, and Brian
It was a day in the spring in The Dominican Republic. A boy called Piti went everyday to school and always arrived early at home. One day he found a pair of sneakers to play football. The shoes were dirty, but he did not care. He put them in his locker. The coach invited him to play at another school. He was very happy and excited to play football. To him, it was an escape after bad days. He was bullied by students because they thought he was weird. His clothes were hippy, he had long hair, big pants and always made the peace sign with his fingers.
Then came the day of the practice that both wanted, but there was a problem. Piti did not askpermission from his pop. He arrived at the school at 8 a.m. and waited for the coach to arrive, kicking the ball down the sidewalk. His shoes made him feel like a real player. The coach took a long time. He didn’t arrive until 10 a.m.
They started with exercises. His dad happened to go by the school.
“Go home right now! You can’t play soccer any more. You didn’t ask for permission.”
The coach said, “That’s okay. He can play soccer.”
Piti’s dad said, “No. He didn’t ask for permission. He can’t play now.”
“Go home. You can't play in the neighborhood. You have to stay in your room for three months. I don’t want you to play soccer.”
Piti began to cry. Piti said to his dad, “I’m sorry. I won’t do it again.”
His dad said, “I don’t care. Come with me. You got trouble.”
Piti looked back at the coach as they left.
On Monday, Piti said, “What happened coach?”
Coach said, “We’re going to fix that.” Coach called Piti’s dad. “Why won’t you let him play soccer?”
“I don’t want him to play soccer?”
Coach asked ‘why’ again.
But Piti’s dad just hung up the phone.
Margrett: How you been?
Margrett: Where you been?
Margrett: Are you sure?
Margrett: You sure, sure?
George: Hello, we back.
George: You look good.
George: de barrio
George: That's Spanish.
George: I'ma tell you something.
George: I cheated on you.
George: Because I liked another girl.
Margrett: But I liked you.
George: I did too.
Margrett: Then why did you do that?
George: Cause I liked her.
Margrett: But I loved you.
George: And I did too but
Margrett: But what?
George: You ugly for me now.
Margrett: You never said that before.
George: Because I liked you before.
Margrett: No, you didn't.
Sam: How are you
Sam: Sorry I cheated
Sam: I guess so
Sam: Ok, I guess
Billy: What happen?
Billy: Then stop, ok
Billy: Thank you a lot
Billy: Why, what lady?
Billy: Fine with me
Sam: What I told you, I'm okay...
Billy: Ok, I guess
Sam: Do you not care?
Billy: That breaks my heart
Sam: What if I told you it's a prank?
Billy: What I...
Sam: It was a joke
Billy: Oh my god, I hate you
Sam: Ok, see you later
Billy: Ok, bye
Sam: Love you
Billy: Love you too
She also had a soul
But never had a home
She always thought she was Invisible
But I always told her life Is miserable
The waves float her feelings
But her imagination is cold
The Sun Shines on her mind
But the girl always felt like she was lonely
And made her not have a home
Her love is in water
As cold as she felt her heart floats in the waves
The pain that’s in her soul kills her inside
The girl will always wear a mask of heartbreaks
And the Darkness will always be her side.
He had a soul
But wasn’t very mindful
She askes him
What pain kills you inside?
He answers with love is very hurtful
Without you in my life I don’t know
What’s the meaning of love
His mind floats like a person floats in the 100
But wishes that his heart would shine
Whenever he see the girl
He always had a smile on his face
The girl always says “love you”
But comes to a day that she says
I don’t love you that’s why I never said with the “I”
He wears a mask that shows happiness
But inside he felt hurt
Hi! We are the editors who will be revising and publishing the work of the authors who are in Sojourner Truth School. The middle schoolers are in 6, 7, and 8th grade. You can submit writing from any genre and anything you feel is important to you.We will not upload it if you don't want us to and we will always give feedback . Sincerely,