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Dancing
Floating on a cloud
Turning like a tornado
Gliding like a beautiful swan
Flying like a fairy
From gooey contemporary to sassy jazz I adore dancing
Feeling free as a bird
Acting as anything you can imagine Levitating like a sylph
Attack of a fierce lion
From graceful ballet to energetic hip hop I adore dancing
Slow as a sloth or swift as a snow leopard Angelic or wicked roles
Dressed like a princess
Jumping like a kangaroo
From musical tap to structured modern I adore dancing
Frankie Boon, Grade 5
Oriana Lovera, Grade 8
I’m Not Good at Goodbyes
by Stella Balestrazzi
6th Grade
Blue Ribbon
My mom slowly pulled out of the garage in her black Mercedes. My brothers and I hopped in as the doors slowly slid open. We drove off, back to our old, lonesome house on Tigertail Avenue.
As my mom pulled into the driveway of our house, the nostalgia hit me. My mom parked back in our old garage, right in front of the door. I jumped right out of the car when my mom tossed me the keys.
I opened the door, and there was silence occupied by darkness. It was so quiet I could hear the crickets buzzing. The kitchen was empty. The living room was blank. I stared for a while as the lid to my memory jar slid open. It was sad to see my house fall apart in my arms.
I walked upstairs slowly admiring my spiral staircase and headed straight for my room. I started to whimper as I stepped in my room and I noticed everything was gone. My desk, gone, my shelf, gone, my papasan chair, gone. Everything I knew of was gone. I felt empty inside. My mother’s room was completely deserted. I looked at my mom sobbing in my room and my heart was crushed. I hated to see my mom like that. She looked at me and saw my tears.
She said, “It’s okay, right now is the worst point in our move. Tomorrow things will be much better, I promise.” I knew she wouldn’t break a promise. I knew she wouldn’t let me down nor would she lie to me.
I took a step outside; my mom and brothers followed. I pulled the keys out of my pocket, locked the door, and
gave my house one last goodbye. That was the end. My mom slammed the pedal, and our house was gone, far away in the distance.
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