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Caddie woodlawn By: Carol Ryrie Brink

Written By: Faith H. Do you rebel against your parents? Do you take interest in things people never thought you would? Then you might like Caddie Woodlawn. In this adventure book a young girl who lives in the time 1940 is always rebelling against her mother. In her time she is expected to sew, clean, and be the perfect little laddie. But to her mothers disliking she likes to romp and play with her two brothers! She even becomes very found of the neighboring Indians. But being the way she is life is ruff for her and things keep building and building tell caddie is not sure right from wrong! Finally every thing explodes putting her life in danger and many of her very close friends! Carol Brink does an amazing job relating this book to the real world. This book is wonderfully funny and engaging and once you begin reading you can no t even put the book down tell the very last word! Fantasies Chanda the Kongfue panda

By: Faith If you go to Mark Twain then you probably know Chanda. She was hear even before you were. One because of older brothers and the fact that her mother is one of our most beloved teachers hear at Twain. “I get to go into every room hear at Twain, I can eat lunch in the teacher lounge, and I even know the code to get into the copy room!” said Chanda who was explaining the benefits to her mothers work. But Chanda doesn't live at school. Some of her out of school hobbies is gymnastics witch she attends every Tuesday and Thursday. She also is taught piano by are very own Mrs. Brotherton. Not many kids take as much pain as Chanda dose. She has broken her arm 2 times one at day care and another in gymnastics and finally a broken ankle in soccer. “ The most stressful time for me is winter with all that ice.”said Chanda. Her favorite subject is science. She also collects Starburst and ice breaker boxes. Chanda is an amazing, loving person and anyone who knows her is very lucky!

To be an athlete is not all its cut up to be. Sure there are the championships and the Olympics, gold medals, titles, and the sense of accomplishment. But one thing most people over look are what it takes to get were and athlete is. And when I became an Olympic athlete I had no idea what hit me. One my weekends I spend my day up in the Rocky Mountains. The rush of the wind wiping my hair. The feeling of being an eagle as you hit mid-are off a jump. And the challenge of the Mongol's all bring joy to my heart. So as all my Saturdays go for me I was up at the slopes. It was my first run of the day and I had made the decision to go down the Mongols. To me the hardest course is the Mongols, so to start my day off with them was a bold move for me. Lunching myself of the top I aimed for the center of the course. Hitting the first lump I glued my knees together and for the first time I glided effortlessly down the track. Swerving in and out of the mounds of snow. Flowing with the land as if I were part of it. To my relief I hit the first jump and perfected a back flip. To me it was just a back flip but to one on looker it was my ticket to the Olympics. After my run I retreated to the food court in hope of some hot chocolate. Right as I entered I was confronted by a man. He was draped in snow gears with arms that bulged with muscle. “Hello,” he blurted. “Hello,” I repeated. “ Hear,” he quick handed me a small note card and raced off. “How weird,” I thought to myself flipping the card over. Printed on it was big bold letters that read, //YOUR INVITED TO THE 2010 WINTER OLYMPICS. WE WILL MEET TOMORROW FOR TRAINING HEAR AT 6:00 AM//. I Stared in amazement at the letter. I just couldn't believe that I would go to the Olympics. Was this a joke? No for at the bottom of the page was a famous name on that I would recognize anywhere. //BOB LANCE.//

At 6:00 I arrived at the mountain. Mr. Lance along with three other athletes. “Just drop you stuff of over there and you can have the next run on the Mongols,” he blurted pointing toward a rectangular building. Dropping my stuff off I slide over to track. The minute I started the course I knew something was wrong. Groggy and half asleep I hit the first lump of snow head on. This was my first mistake for know I was skimming over every bump. Knees spread apart and leaning everywhere like a limp daisy I got the feeling of being a rock helplessly falling down a slop in a cascade if boulders out of control. Curling into a ball I hoped to stop. That was my second mistake for know I was shooting of the first jump! Unfolding in the air I saw the ground nearing. And the last thing I remembered was a scream, a crack, and the felling of pain flood through my body like a river just being released from a dam. The light blinded my eyes as I pulled them open. I was sitting at home in a chair, my leg propped up. A green cast inclosed my leg. It was then that I realized that my Olympic dream was over. That all my hard work and training was all wasted. That I would not be going to the Olympics. Glancing around I saw my best friend Markell. Together we were supposed to march and compete together in the Olympics. “ how you feeling?” she asked. “ Why did I crash?” “ The course was to warn down and had not been cared for in months. The melting slush and bumpy snow messed you up flinging you of the jump,” she answered. I felt a wave of relief rush over my body. The thought of not being good enough for the Mongol course was to daunting.

A heroin a mother a mouse. If you add all that up together it equals Mrs. Frisby. After her husband died Mrs. Frisby was left to tend to four children. “ Its hard and I do feel alone but I have many friends to support me,” said a confident Mrs. Frisby. The lonely Mrs. Frisby said that the only job she ever had was being a mother and a wife. Timothy, one of Mrs. Frisby's younger children was the reasons for her most frantic times. “ Both times he got sick and being my most fragile child it was very frightening.” Every one has to start some were with a family and Mrs. Frisby started hers across the river from Mr. Fitzgibbon's farm. “ I have an affinity for that river. I adore waking up in the morning and hearing the gentle flow of its waters.” Mr. Frisby is the one who inspired Mrs. Frisby the most. “ He always did what was best and helped any one in need. So every time I need a boost of confidence I think of him.” Jeremy a young crow took the shy Mrs. Frisby on her very First adventure. He swung her up on to his back and flew her to the wise old owl for advice about timothy. “ I never though I would have to do such a thing like flying on a crows back and facing a owl but I have to admit it was the time of my life!” Mrs. Frisby is a wonderful friend and any one who dose know her is very lucky!

By: F@ith

I am sweet and caring I wonder about life I hear the twinkling of of the stars I see never land I want to be the best I can be I am sweet and caring

I pretend that the world is a peacefully place I feel the beating of my heart I touch the sky I worry about everything I cry for my GGPa I am Sweet and caring

I understand your feelings I say love holds the world up I dream of world peace I try to not disappoint I hope to succeed in all I do I am sweet and caring