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Our OwnExpressionsPierce County Library System 16th AnnualTeenWriting & Art Contest2012 Winners
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Pierce County Library System applauds the amazingcontributions from teenage writers and artists inthe Our Own Expressions – Teen Writing & Art Contest.The contest began 16 years ago as Our Own Words, awriting contest for 7th – 12th graders. In recent years,the Library added art and photography to the contest.2012WinnersThis year, students submitted 1,233 writing andart entries.Volunteers, including Library staff and Pierce CountyLibrary Foundation Board members, reviewed theentries. Author Randall Platt and poet Kristen McHenryselected this year’s writing winners, evaluatingoriginality, style, general presentation, grammar,and spelling. Photographer Alexa King and artistLucy Schwartz selected the art winners based oncomposition, artistic skills, creativity, and effectiveuse of media.Pierce County Library Foundation awarded the winnerswith cash prizes and the winning entries are publishedin this book.Our OwnExpressionsPierce County Library System gratefully acknowledgesthe support of Pierce County Library Foundation,The News Tribune, Pacific Lutheran University andPrint NW to help fund the contest.
Poetry WinnersGrades 7 and 81st2nd3rdI WonderMarin MalichKopachuck Middle SchoolGrandmas PianoTaylor HollandEatonville Middle SchoolBrass KnucklesPenny Mae RhinesHome SchoolGrades 9 and 101st2nd3rdUnusual LongingHailey MaherBellarmine PreparatoryChild's PlayJocelyn GonzalesSteilacoom High SchoolChillBreanna ForrestScience and Math InstituteGrades 11 and 121stInvisibleNoelle OppenhuizenCovenant High School2ndNew Approach to ImaginationRenee TaylorLakes High School3rdThe Sound of MusicAmber RoleyRogers High School
Drawing WinnersGrades 7 and 81st2nd3rdPeter and Lucy PevensieSydney PaulsenHome SchoolStory of LifeByron WhiteGray Middle SchoolRussia in the NightAlicia ShulzHarbor Ridge Middle SchoolGrades 9 and 101stLooking Something Close to TragicLexy HobsonCurtis Junior High School2ndTaj MahalJesse MacKinnonPeninsula High SchoolBeautyMolly MacKinnonPeninsula High School3rdGrades 11 and 121st2nd3rdConcrete CastlesKayla WyattBonney Lake High SchoolBeautyTamala AownCovenant High SchoolOctopus's GardenAmanda FranzBonney Lake High School
Photography WinnersGrades 7 and 81st2nd3rdGive a Helping HandAllyssa MetcalfKey Peninsula Middle SchoolRed All StarDallas MartinFord Middle SchoolLaugh, Love, LiveBreonna RoseKey Peninsula Middle SchoolGrades 9 and 101st2nd3rdKyraEmilie WebbPeninsula High SchoolVisual ReflexionHannah SquiresHome SchoolTibetan WomanMolly MacKinnonPeninsula High SchoolGrades 11 and 121st2nd3rdIlluminateKatherine MeikleSteilacoom High SchoolRub-a-DubJazmine HorneCurtis Senior High SchoolVeronicaSavanna SoukeySpanaway Lake High School
Short Story WinnersGrades 7 and 81stHomelessMatt PattersonDrum Intermediate School2ndCorrespondence in a Cow SuitStephanie DavisStahl Junior High School3rdFairest in the LandMeghan Tiffany LowBethel Online AcademyGrades 9 and 101st2nd3rdHopeDelaney AdixHome SchoolThe AccidentAnne GaspersCovenant High SchoolJack's YarnIsabel AndersonCovenant High SchoolGrades 11 and 121stWriter's BlockKaley KiermayrSteilacoom High School2nd O Captain! My Captain!: A Starship's Lament:Returning HomeAmanda GordonGig Harbor High School3rdMentos and OfferingsTamala AownCovenant High School
Table of ContentsPoetry1st2nd3rdI Wonder by Marin Malich. 2Grandmas Piano by Taylor Holland. 3Brass Knuckles by Penny Mae Rhines. 41st2nd3rdUnusual Longing by Hailey Maher. 6Child's Play by Jocelyn Gonzales. 7Chill by Breanna Forrest. 81st2nd3rdInvisible by Noelle Oppenhuizen. 10New Approach to Imagination by Renee Taylor. 11The Sound of Music by Amber Roley. 12Drawing1st2nd3rdPeter and Lucy Pevensie by Sydney Paulsen. 14Story of Life by Byron White. 15Russia in the Night by Alicia Shulz. 161st2nd3rdLooking Something Close to Tragic by Lexy Hobson. 18Taj Mahal by Jesse MacKinnon. 19Beauty by Molly MacKinnon. 201st2nd3rdConcrete Castles by Kayla Wyatt. 22Beauty by Tamala Aown. 23Octopus's Garden by Amanda Franz. 24
Table of ContentsPhotography1st2nd3rdGive a Helping Hand by Allyssa Metcalf. 26Red All Star by Dallas Martin. 27Laugh, Love, Live by Breonna Rose. 281st2nd3rdKyra by Emilie Webb.30Visual Reflexion by Hannah Squires. 31Tibetan Woman by Molly MacKinnon. 321st2nd3rdIlluminate by Katherine Meikle. 34Rub-a-Dub by Jazmine Horne. 35Veronica by Savanna Soukey. 36Short Story1st2nd3rdHomeless by Matt Patterson. 38Correspondence in a Cow Suit by Stephanie Davis. 41Fairest in the Land by Meghan Tiffany Low.461st2nd3rdHope by Delaney Adix.52The Accident by Anne Gaspers. 56Jack's Yarn by Isabel Anderson.601st2ndWriter's Block by Kaley Kiermayr. 66O Captain! My Captain!: A Starship's Lament:Returning Home by Amanda Gordon. 69Mentos and Offerings by Tamala Aown. 733rd
PoetryGrades 7 & 8Our OwnExpressions
I Wonderby Marin MalichF irst Place WinnerI wonder about the people I see on the street.I wonder if they have a family, or enough to eat?I wonder if they have a place to stay, is it toasty, are the lights radiant,or dead?I wonder how old they are, when they were born, if they're right in thehead?I wonder how they came to be, if they're brusque, or sweet as pumpkinpie on Christmas Eve?I wonder whom they'll turn to be, if they live here, or have to leave?I wonder why they're dressed that way, whether it's couture, or out-ofdate?I wonder if they are organized and neat, or if they enjoy booksbecause they're discreet?I wonder if they like to play, at anytime throughout the day?I wonder then why I care, about the person standing there.I wonder if I'll see them again, could I ever look at them and call them"friend"?I wonder about the people on the street, even if we never meet.2Our Own Expressions
Grandma's Pianoby Taylor HollandSecond Place WinnerI have been untouched for years,My sound.Still graceful as a waveBeautiful as a sunset, over the water.Yet no one will hear me.I sit in the corner,watching familiar faces pass me by, day after day.Am I just a decoration to please people?Will only dust touch me? Or will I actually be presented to the world,With my soundTeen Writing and Art Contest - 20123
Brass Knucklesby Penny Mae RhinesThird Place WinnerCold, cruel and hard.The brass knuckles glinting in the lamplight.Merciless, heartless The brass knuckles standing out against black pinstripe.Unsympathetic, harsh, horrid The brass knuckles whizzing through theinky shadow, toward the helpless handsraised in prayer.Red, warm and stony.The brass knuckles dripping in the cool night,staining the bricks below.Polished, gleaming, hungry.They will wait in the pocket until tomorrow,when again they will glint in the lamplight,cold, cruel and hard.4Our Own Expressions
PoetryGrades 9 & 10Our OwnExpressions
Unusual Longingby Hailey MaherF irst Place WinnerLiving in Florida, I’ve never seen the stuff—Supposed to tingle tongues and numb fingers, I’m told.Well, I guess I’ve noticed the white dots printedOn billboards and newspaper ads when I run to the mart in December.Never in real life though, with my own two eyes I’ve never held it.I want to, really.Melt between my fingers, I’ve asked.Crunch beneath me feet, I’ve prayed.I will make a ball to hurl at Ginger and Jose.I will lie down and be covered, suffocated.I will never be bothered by the cold.I promise.None of my family has seen it. None of them have ever even left here.No desire I suppose, but I’ll tell you, I’ve got some desire.At home, I’m teased for this “useless” dreaming of mine.My brothers say I’m just stupid,That I spend too much time with my thoughts.They tell me I should be stronger to help Mama and the girls.But I am not like them, any of them. I want other things, better things.I want out of this place. I want the snow.6Our Own Expressions
Child's Playby Jocelyn GonzalesSecond Place WinnerI board the contraption,the seemingly alien seat and chains welcome melike an old friend.I glance at those around me, so much younger than Istill in their Spaghetti-O years.Slowly, I exhale.My apprehensions fluttering into the atmosphere.I start slowa small kick with my legs. Then another,relearning my technique.My stomach twists with every lurch of the monsterthe toes of my sneakers stir up flecks of bark.The crisp air biting my cheeksthe world around me blursand disappears.My uncertainties buried deep within my diaphragm,I release the chains.I fly.And then I time travelback to my Spaghetti-O years.Teen Writing and Art Contest - 20127
Chillby Breanna ForrestThird Place WinnerIt is a cold day in Tacoma.My breath fogs out and up, up and away,my footsteps crunching quietly on crystallized grass.I shiver with delight and draw my coat tighter,relishing the beauty.Ice glows in the sun,Frost glitters, and seems to dance joyous and almost alive.I stop and breathe in a stinging breath,as a crisp breeze enfolds me.I continue walk and watch the activity,Birds fluttering by, squirrels chattering back and forth,children yelling and chasing each other.I smile and go on, full of jubilation and content with life.It is a cold, beautiful day in Tacoma.8Our Own Expressions
PoetryGrades 11 & 12Our OwnExpressions
Invisibleby Noelle OppenhuizenF irst Place WinnerNo one looked, no one saw, no one seemed to see.No one listened, no one heard, no one seemed to hear.With tear stained cheeks he sat alone. He felt displaced and scared.Still no one noticed, no one came, no one even cared.With shoulders drooping, eyes downcast, his legs didn’t seem to move,But rather stayed glued to his chair; the place he lived, but feared.He was below “they” were above. He felt shamed and unwanted.Others stood and walked away leaving him behind and haunted.At three feet tall he couldn’t meet the gaze of people’s eyes,So gathered strength with all his might and wheeled himself around.A war rose up within his soul. A fight for being “normal.”With one deep breath, he could not stand, but screamed “Invisible!10Our Own Expressions
New Approach to Imaginationby Renee TaylorSecond Place Winnertwisting and twirlingspinning and swirlingbrown hair waltzed through the doormost people just rolledtumbled, stumbledfull of open reluctance.some even shielded themselves from itthe ocean of colorthe dancehall of dreamsunwilling to take their chance to leave the cold hard floor behindand make use of a brilliant opportunityleaping and glidingsweeping and slidingher silhouette dissolved into the musicmost people would have paleddulled, fadedtransformed into negative space.but she was not most peopleand when her feet left the ground she didn’t need to fall backto know who she wasTeen Writing and Art Contest - 201211
The Sound of Musicby Amber RoleyThird Place WinnerIt took me over like a waveCrashes over sand again and again—The crystals gleamed in my eyesAs the chord shifted to a sixth inversion.The best and worst of things happenedAll at once. The secret triplets start to danceAround the saddest melody as if it were the wind.When the snow falls you hear everythingLike the grace of perfect stillnessLike it was at the grand pause off the bar.The intensity of knowing a mountain is justAround the corner at the end of the phrase andKnowing that there will NeverBe a moment like that small wrinkleOf an instant you were honored to be in.And when it’s all over, the corners of your mouthLift just slightly in expressing the deepest accountOf emotional impact of the true and utter rawness ofEuphoric Beauty. And when it ends—so does your life long search for contentment.12Our Own Expressions
DrawingGrades 7 & 8Our OwnExpressions
Peter and Lucy Pevensieby Sydney PaulsenF irst Place Winner14Our Own Expressions
Story of Lifeby Byron WhiteSecond Place WinnerTeen Writing and Art Contest - 201215
Russia in the Nightby Alicia ShulzThird Place Winner16Our Own Expressions
DrawingGrades 9 & 10Our OwnExpressions
Looking Something Close to Tragicby Lexy HobsonF irst Place Winner18Our Own Expressions
Taj Mahalby Jesse MacKinnonSecond Place WinnerTeen Writing and Art Contest - 201219
Beautyby Molly MacKinnonThird Place Winner20Our Own Expressions
DrawingGrades 11 & 12Our OwnExpressions
Concrete Castlesby Kayla WyattF irst Place Winner22Our Own Expressions
Beautyby Tamala AownSecond Place WinnerTeen Writing and Art Contest - 201223
Octopus's Gardenby Amanda FranzThird Place Winner24Our Own Expressions
PhotographyGrades 7 & 8Our OwnExpressions
Give a Helping Handby Allyssa MetcalfF irst Place Winner26Our Own Expressions
Red All Starby Dallas MartinSecond Place WinnerTeen Writing and Art Contest - 201227
Laugh, Love, Liveby Breonna RoseThird Place Winner28Our Own Expressions
PhotographyGrades 9 & 10Our OwnExpressions
Kyraby Emilie WebbF irst Place Winner30Our Own Expressions
Visual Reflexionby Hannah SquiresSecond Place WinnerTeen Writing and Art Contest - 201231
Tibetan Womanby Molly MacKinnonThird Place Winner32Our Own Expressions
PhotographyGrades 11 & 12Our OwnExpressions
Illuminateby Katherine MeikleF irst Place Winner34Our Own Expressions
Rub-a-Dubby Jazmine HorneSecond Place WinnerTeen Writing and Art Contest - 201235
Veronicaby Savanna SoukeyThird Place Winner36Our Own Expressions
ShortStoryGrades 7 & 8Our OwnExpressions
Homelessby Matt PattersonF irst Place Winner“Eliot, get down here! Now!” As usual, the wails from my oldersister, Karen, were the first thing I heard in the morning. I moaned as Irolled over to check the time on my navy blue alarm clock. 8:34. “I’ll bedown in a second,” I said as I tossed a shirt on and headed down thestairs. “Mom told me to have you run down to the store and get somegroceries.” Karen blabbed.“Good morning to you, too.” I said sarcastically. “Do I have to gonow? It’s not even 9:00 yet!” Karen rolled her eyes. “Yes, you shouldgo now so I could actually eat breakfast!” I almost laughed. If Karenneeded anything, breakfast would not be one of them. She’s on theheavy side, and the main reason I have to go shopping more thanonce a week. “Why can’t you do it?” I complained. She ignored me andhanded me a ten dollar bill and a shopping list. And that was the lastpart of the conversation before she pushed me out of the house.When I got to the corner store, I was instantly serenaded with thesteady strum of an acoustic guitar. I smiled as Ron came into view.Ron was homeless and usually spent his time outside the store playingblues on his guitar, which was hand-made and handed down to himfrom his grandfather. He was really a nice guy, and I think everyone inthe neighborhood knew him pretty well. “’Morning, Eliot.” he said in hishoarse voice. I nodded and smiled as I walked into the store. Then Igot an idea. I opened my wallet and found six dollars and fifty cents inthere. I grimaced, knowing that it wasn’t enough for all the groceries.But I did it anyway. I walked back outside and handed the 10 that wassupposed to cover the groceries to Ron. He shook my hand and said“Thanks, pal!” with a grin. I headed back inside the store and boughtthe groceries. On my way out, Ron stopped me and said, “Wait, youlike guitar, right?” Not sure where this was going, I replied “Uh, yeah,38Our Own Expressions
sure.” Immediately after my answer, he smiled and said, “Would youlike to learn how to play guitar? I could teach you as thanks for themoney.” I was shocked. I’ve always wanted to learn how to play guitar,so my response was “That would be great! When will we do it?” Heanswered, “Tomorrow at ten.” And with that, I ran home to find Karenwaiting at the door, staring eagerly at the bag in my hand.Karen frowned at the brown paper bag of groceries. “What, nocereal?” she rudely stated. I quickly came up with a cover story “Sorry,I was a dollar-fifty short. But what cereal do you want? I can buy someon my way up to Jordan’s house.” Jordan was my friend who lived downby the corner store, but, as you may have guessed, I was really goingto my guitar lesson. I didn’t want to tell her about it, since she’s theonly one in the neighborhood who thought Ron was no more than agreedy beggar. “Corn flakes, and when are you going?” she said in a,for once, rather polite manner. I grinned “Tomorrow at ten.”Before I left, I remembered something. My mind told me I’m acomplete and utter idiot for even thinking about this, but my heart saidit would be the right thing. I lifted up my mattress and pulled out thewad of cash hiding under it. Two hundred and forty-seven dollars thatwere supposed to buy me a video game console. He needs it morethan I do. I kept telling myself over and over again, and I headed out.I made my stride long and quick as I sprinted down the hill to thecorner store. When he heard the clapping sound of my footsteps, Ronlooked up from his guitar and shouted “Hey, Eliot!” He greeted mewith a handshake, then handed me the guitar and taught me the basicchords, notes and keys, ending the lesson by teaching me a bluesysounding tune that I often heard him play. At the end of the hour,Ron opened a cooler and handed me a can of root beer. “I figured tocelebrate, we could have these.” he wheezed as he grabbed one forhimself. I cracked mine open and took a sip. It’s now or never. I pulledout my money and solemnly said “Here, you need this more than I do,and you don’t know how much these lessons mean to me.” Ron juststared at the green bank notes. “You’re honestly giving this to me?”Teen Writing and Art Contest - 201239
he half said, half coughed with awe. I nodded. Ron took the moneywith a shaking hand and shouted “I’m rich! I’m rich and it’s all thanksto you, Eliot!” I smiled. I don’t think I’ve ever seen someone so happy.He shook my hand one last time before saying “Thank you so much!” Inodded and walked home, with the bittersweet feeling I just gave awaythat much money.That night I turned on the T.V. and flipped the channels to thenews. The weather man was blabbing on about rain, rain, and morerain for this weekend. Then, a news report flashed on, and the reportersaid “A man has been killed in a car accident, just a few minutes ago.”That made me listen. They showed a picture of the man, and my heartstopped. It was Ron. “What?!” I shouted, barely believing what wason the screen. “Ron Davis had been walking across the street when ablack pickup truck ran him over and was kill-“ I turned off the T.V. andsat there for a moment, really trying to swallow what happened.The next day, when Karen found out I ‘forgot’ to buy the cornflakes, she gave me two dollars and kicked me out of the house, whenI tripped on something. It was a cardboard box, with a note on theside. It said:“Thanks again for the money, Eliot. I just bought myself some newclothes, and I’m going to buy a tent and tonight’s dinner. As thanks forthe gift, I decided to give you one, too. Don’t try giving it back, I don’tneed it anymore. I’ve signed up for a job application at a music store,so I won’t need to play guitar anymore for money.Thanks,Ron”I put the letter aside and turned to the box. As I opened it, myeyes widened until I looked like I was staring at a diamond the size ofa potato, but it was better. As my eyes began to water, I picked up thecontents of the box. It was Ron’s guitar and a can of root beer.40Our Own Expressions
Correspondence in a Cow Suitby Stephanie DavisSecond Place WinnerTo David,As you may have already discovered through the grapevineI have been in deep cover as a raccoon, lama, then as a cow, mygreatest role yet. Lady Ancoavia has recently misplaced a pricelessfamily heirloom, the Jade Apple. I’m sure you have seen it. The ring isterribly unappealing, but apparently extremely valuable.Milady suspects the old butcher of stealing the jewel as his eaterywas the last establishment she had visited before it went missing. Thegood lady called in a favor and insisted I take a close look at his farmproperty.You know how I feel about prying on private property, especiallyas said property is located in the center of nowhere. I went anywayfor the sake of being a gentleman even though I am actually a sixteenyear old time traveler.But now it seems I’m in a bit of a perilous spot. I have beencow napped from a nearby field and shut away in a stall awaiting theslaughter. For some strange reason or another, I cannot remove thisblasted cow suit.I am in need of your assistance as soon as possible. Below is arough sketch of a map to the property.Best Regards,WillardTo Willard,I’m not quite sure how your letters keep getting into the Agency,and how David knows to come here to pick up his mail. But please,Teen Writing and Art Contest - 201241
stop. This is a detective agency not a post office. If my mentorhappens to come home while David comes for his mail I’m going to getin trouble. I’m not supposed to let anyone into the house while he’s outon business you know.Please leave me alone,Leon, Detective’s ApprenticeDear Milady Alice Riding Hood,The strangest thing happened today, Milady. I ventured down tothe Agency to retrieve my telegrams from Leon. I saw nothing at firstglance; a few threats from the Society, a box with a single pickle inside,and a letter from the Cioccolato Institute. I also received a telegramfrom Will, seems he has gotten himself stuck in a cow suit, again, andis in need of assistance.How Willard even managed to send this letter still in a cowdisguise is a mystery.How strange. Because of the apparent urgency of the matter athand Alexander and I will be leaving London and catching a train toItaly tonight.We expect to be gone no longer than a couple of weeks. Be sureto retrieve my mail from the Agency. Leon will not be pleased to seeyou. Mention my name and he will let you in.I regret taking Willard’s apprentice out of school for this. Buthe locked me in an extremely dark broom closet until I agreed hecould come along. Please deliver the following letter to the CioccolatoInstitute at your earliest convenience, preferably by Monday.To Whom It May Concern,Alexander London will not be attending regular classes atCioccolato Institute until further notice, something urgent has come up.To be frank the matter at hand is life or death. And no, I am not going42Our Own Expressions
to enroll in the institute. No matter how many telegrams you send me. Iam in no need of any further education as of my 9th year, as I suspectyou can plainly see from this letter.Sincerely,David (I will not be giving my last name)Have you noticed that the name of the institute is actually‘chocolate’ in Italian? Yet they serve no chocolate in the tea room?Most Sincerely,David VanguardDear David,I am writing to you today because I have misplaced David’s letterin the cake shop on the corner. I’m afraid I may have thrown it awayalong with that poor excuse for a marble cupcake by mistake. Notto mention a member of the Society or one of the Wolves attemptedan abduction. No worries, my father and his Huntsmen came to myrescue. Speaking of father I must apologize for all of the severaloccasions where he has tried to kill you. Anyway, I found one of yourlater letters in my sugar gliders cage, please do not ask me how itended up in there, I do not have the slightest clue.I will be leaving Paris as soon as possible because of theabduction attempt. My father does not know of my trip. I sincerely hopehe does not try to kill you again.Waiting for your safe return,Alice Riding HoodDear Lady Riding Hood,I have no time to contemplate my impending doom at the hands ofthe Huntsmen for I am currently attempting to pull Willard’s head outof a cow suit. Though I do not approve of a twelve year old travelingalone.Teen Writing and Art Contest - 201243
Terribly Tired,David VanguardTo: Lady Riding Hood, and Apprentice LeonI’m happy to announce our safe return. We have discovered thebutcher to be the thief, especially after he tried to murder me with anaxe. Then proceeded to kidnap Alexander and hide him in a graveyard.Throughout this adventure Willard remained trapped in the cow suit.You can imagine how difficult sneaking a cow on board a train was.Lady Ancoavia suggested a little get together to celebrate our safereturn. The event will take place a week from today in the ballroomunder the library.Also, for your enjoyment I have put together a record of strangethings Willard said during the long train trip, while trapped in a cowsuit.In the dining cart:Willard: David I believe I have left all of my peppermint candy in yourbroom closet.Me: It doesn’t matter, I’ve eaten them all.Baggage Car (midnight):Willard: David? I think something is moving in this luggage.David: Oh for goodness sake, be quiet!In the dining cart:Willard: And that, Alexander, is why you should not put pepper on avanilla cupcake.Alexander: David, Will’s saying strange things!44Our Own Expressions
You may read the rest in the book I have written titled ‘StrangeThings That Willard Has Said and My Responses’.Best Regards,David VanguardTo my contact in Venice that shall not be named,David and my young apprentice Alexander have been abducted bythe Society who are attempting to lure Leon, Lady Riding Hood, andLady Ancoavia to the ballroom under the grand library. You must warnthem before next Friday.I may be of some assistance to you. Come to the Parisian trainstation just outside of London. Bring a knife. I’ll be the cow standingnext to the train tracks.Sincerely,WillardTeen Writing and Art Contest - 201245
Fairest in the Landby Meghan Tiffany LowThird Place WinnerRose was of average build, height, and weight. Her hair was notfantastically long or daringly short; simple and stopping half-waydown her back. She liked the sound of rushing water and the colorof the night sky. But the similarities to normal folk in the kingdom ofNorstenthier stopped abruptly there.Rose was gorgeous. And not just your occasional clear, sweet facethat earns an extra smile. No, she had absolutely flawless features.Blue eyes that sparkled like sapphires, always. Perfectly shaped bloodred lips that had earned her name, Rose. Cheeks that held a constantblush, framing a straight, pretty nose. Around it all was flowing silkyhair the color of pure sunlight.It was a face that had provoked many jealous and longing looks,and even made Rose used to open gawks. But Rose hated herappearance with all of her heart.Her memories of her parents were fuzzy, a kind smile here, ashining lock of auburn hair there. That was because Rose’s parentshad been dead since she was four years old. From the carelessmurmurs of her many maids, Rose had learned over the years that theking accused and executed her parents as spies that had conversedwith an enemy. But that had been after some of the king’s men hadtold him of the angel living in the humble farmhouse.So that left Rose, now at fifteen, as a princess of no noble bloodto be the prize of the king of Norstenthier. There were many courtladies that had been commissioned to train her as royalty who had toldher how lucky she was to be so pretty. Rose didn’t feel beautiful. Shewanted someone to like her just for who she was.46Our Own Expressions
It was probably close to midnight as Rose sat staring out overthe distant moon-lit hills, relishing the quiet moments where she couldtruly be herself. The moon and the stars, sitting on their deep bluebackdrop, weren’t absorbed with the way she looked.A small sigh escaped her, as she stared out over the landscape.Rose turned back into her room, but gasped and nearly fell out of thewindow at what she saw. Several ninjas had somehow appeared outof nowhere. Yes, ninjas. For some reason the kingdom of Norstenthierhad been having trouble in years before with the black-clad warriors.Rose didn’t have time to cry out for help as the ninjas seized herand plunged down from the steep tower. The wind whistled past herears as they made their quick but silent descent. Before she knewit, they were past the gate. The sentries were oblivious to the silentwarriors kidnapping Rose.The group moved quickly and without a sound into the cover ofthe Dark Forest, finally coming to a rest far within. Rose was placedunceremoniously onto the ground. She drew her knees up to her chest,trembling more with fear than w
the Our Own Expressions - Teen Writing & Art Contest. The contest began 16 years ago as Our Own Words, a writing contest for 7th - 12th graders. In recent years, the Library added art and photography to the contest. This year, students submitted 1,233 writing and. art entries. Volunteers, including Library staff and Pierce County
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1 – 10 Draw models and calculate or simplify expressions 11 – 20 Use the Distributive Property to rewrite expressions 21 – 26 Evaluate expressions for given values 6.3 Factoring Algebraic Expressions Vocabulary 1 – 10 Rewrite expressions by factoring out the GCF
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brother’s life ended in death by the hands of his brother. We are going to see what the Holy Spirit revealed that caused the one to murder his flesh and blood. We are also going to see God’s expectation and what he needed to operate in as his brother’s keeper. My desire is for us to all walk away with a greater burden for each other as we see each other as ourselves and uphold each other .
