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Our new Spring Semester middle-school team of bloggers warmed up this week with a creative exercise–responding to a Poets&Writer’s “The Time Is Now” Creative Nonfiction Prompt.

Our creatives were asked to write a spatial autobiography of the objects in their home or room, to tour their favorite things while weaving into the passage the memories attached to them. In this week where so many of our LA loved ones have lost the places where they feel most at home, we were moved by the comfort and association Morgan Richardson draws from her special place. The class voted it the spatial autobiography that best captures the essence of the writer.

The loud whistle reminds me of leaping off the starting block

The lane line reminds me of swimming as fast as I can each race

The green field reminds me of warm ups in winter before swimming

The bench reminds me of where I slick my hair and put on my cap each day

The kick board reminds me of challenging myself and becoming faster

The little pool reminds me of when I first stepped foot in the pool

The shallow end reminds me of moving up levels, scared but prepared

The water jug reminds me of jumping out of the water thirsty and parched

The deep blue pool reminds me of the place where I feel happy and most at home

I love you, but that one thing you do . . .

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Taking inspiration from a Poets&Writers prompt, I asked our writers at The Bird on Fire to compose a poem about a specific detail or unexpected obsession of a loved one. Alyna and Penny had delightful, dark(?), and illuminating responses.

Blog Advisor Zachik

An “I-Love-You, But . . .” Poem by Upper-Schooler Alyna Rei

I love you but

I find it weird when you let a disgusting cockroach go out rather than “erasing it”

I love you but

I find it annoying when you cut me off when I’m talking

I love you but 

I find it offensive when you don’t “save room for dessert”

I love you but

I find it rude when you make fun of me for being “shy”

I love you but

I find it upsetting when you make me uncomfortable

I love you but you are not it

Sister, a Poem by Middle-Schooler Penny Andreas

I Love you, but when you don’t shut my door after opening it i feel like slamming the door on you. I love you, but when you talk non-stop, I really want to put duct tape on your mouth. 

I love you, but when you steal my clothes I feel the need to burn yours. I really love you, but when you make rambunctious noises at 5:30 AM, I am tempted to lock you outside 🙂

What should a 9,000-pound electric vehicle sound like?

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Each Wednesday I challenge the Blog Staff to a creative prompt.
I borrowed this week’s prompt from The New Yorker Magazine’s Instagram:

       “A zero-emissions vehicle has obvious benefits for the environment,
       but a quiet car is a mixed blessing for the public good.” For 
       distracted pedestrians, engine sounds signal a car is coming.
       What if they can’t hear it? So, electric-vehicle companies are
       trying to come up with a sound for their noiseless cars.

Our bloggers answered the question: What should a 9,000-pound electric vehicle sound like? 

Here are a few of their responses:

Indy Behr:

Since pedestrians are already used to the roaring sound of a gas engine being a sign that a car is coming, I think that if electric cars had a speaker that simply played the sound of a gas car, no one would have to adjust their expectations. If we had a beep or something like that to signify an electric car approaching many people would take time to become acquainted with this, and during that transition period I imagine more people would be struck by cars. Therefore, the sound of a gas engine would be a perfect solution.

Levi Kassinove:

Option One: Silence. 1 minute of complete silence, interrupted halfway by the faint sound of a child laughing. This is followed by 3 minutes of silence, interrupted for 2 times at random intervals by leaves rustling and a stick breaking. 10 minutes of silence will now go by, followed abruptly by screams of utter horror as the car has now become sentient and is actively trying to make the driver crash. People miss the sound of their gas engines? Well, now they’ll be begging for quiet. 

Option Two: Play “Goin’ Down the Road Feeling Bad” by Grateful Dead on repeat.

And the class favorite . . . .

Penny Andreas:

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Do you have a suggestion? Should our electric cars beep? roar? play music? hum? purr? Play along. Leave your contribution in the Comments.

Are You Up to the Challenge?

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Each Wednesday, I assign the Blog Staff a creative prompt. This Wednesday, we borrowed a challenge from Instagram’s “bored_teachers.” The challenge?

       Write a scary back-to-school story using only four words.

Here’s how the Blog Staff responded:

  • “Teachers talking about me…” – Penny Andreas
  • “I forgot my Chromebook” – Indy Behr
  • “Return to high school.” – Remy Haring
  • “School starts at 8:45 a.m.” – Alyna Llapitan
  • “Dreading arguments with Indy” – Luke Sonderman

We vote on our favorite. This week, the winning submission comes from Levi Kassinove:

“He didn’t read Frankenstein.”

Want to play along? Submit your own scary four-word, back-to-school story in the comments. Ready, go!

If you were magic . . .

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A Wednesday Writing Prompt Ms. Zachik stole from the internet began . . .

“A strange meteor shower lasted for hours before you went to bed. The next day, technology across the earth fails. However, when you snap your fingers in frustration, the lights come on. The Age of Magic has begun.”

Ms. Zachik asked us, “If you were magic, what would it look like? What could you do? And, what would you do?”

Responses compiled and edited by Blog Staffer Renée Vazquez.

Renée responds . . .

“The Leonids meteor shower is coming Sunday night, and peaking during Monday night. Those in New Zealand should have a fair to a good chance at seeing one of the best meteor showers of the year when it peaks. The Leonids are one of the most dazzling meteor showers and every few decades it produces a meteor storm where more than 1,000 meteors can be seen an hour. Cross your fingers for some good luck – the last time the Leonids were that strong was in 2002, lighting up the Yucatan sky. Its parent comet is called Comet-Temple/Tuttle and it orbits the sun every 33 years.”

I was born in the Yucatan peninsula in 2002. During the exact peak of one of the strongest Leonid meteor showers ever seen. I was the only baby born that night, which was strange according to the nurses and doctors, but we lived in a very small, touristy town. They shrugged it off. I was sickly and struggled with my health all my life. Then in 2035, I experienced another meteor shower just like the one 33 years ago. This time I saw it, I was near my home in New Zealand when I saw the meteor shower begin. I felt all my worries slip away. My muscles relaxed. I felt every breath, every internal motion of my body. A comforting heat crept up my heart. And then the power went out. Everywhere. Well, just in New Zealand. But it was still shocking. When my husband and I went home, the power was still out, and after an hour we were getting antsy. I tried, for the 100th time, to flip the light switch on but, of course, it didn’t work. 

“Aw shucks, ” I said snapping my fingers cynically. All of a sudden. The light returned.

Katelin responds . . .

The sky was lit up with the shower of a thousand meteors. We watched in awe of the glory. It lasted hours, and soon we fell asleep to the bright flashes through the window. Clouds came from the meteors and settled down on Earth. They blocked the radio signal, stifled the electricity and power lines, and cut off any form of power. They demagnetized batteries of all kinds, ruining technology as the world knew it. But just as man was about to wake up in a world with no technology, we breathed one final breath before waking up.

Most of the clouds were absorbed into the machines, but some of us breathed in the mist. That is how we got our powers. Not everyone had a power, but those that did were limited to a certain range of them.

One power was the power to control plants. To make them grow as you wished, to manipulate small shrubs to become tall trees, or to grow a year’s worth of crops in a minute.

Another power was the power to control water. To control the tides of water, control the shape, and even draw water and energy from the sky’s vapor.

Another power was the power to control metal. These people could shift metal into any shape or form that they wanted to, forming deadly weapons at a single thought.

There were many more powers, all unique and different with the power to kill. I was with the power of lightning. I could control electricity, and create it too.

Luke responds . . .

First of all, the “Age of Magic” starts with me. Everybody else can snap, sure, but ONLY I CAN CONTROL THE MAGIC. If everyone’s special, nobody’s special, and I want to be special. So, the first thing I do with my magic is figure out how far my magic goes. Ideally, I’m a master of the elements. No, not the typical ice and fire type elements. I will be controlling THE elements. People will tremble as I walk around in my shiny robes and I start shooting PURE and UNMATCHED OXYGEN at them. In one universe of my wizardry, I become a supervillain with my elements. However, my primary element would be helium. It’s the coolest (forming at -269 degrees Celsius). In another universe, I start a school for elemental wizards and we save the world from climate change with the power to control carbon, oxygen, etc. Magic.

Chelsea responds . . . with “The Age of Magic”

As I snapped my fingers, everything stopped. The world was covered with blue hemisphere; golden sparkles rained down onto the ground while I blinked. I could move, but others could not. Thus I knew I had the power to stop time. It was in my wildest dream to do that and once I resumed the time with another snap of my fingers, the world was recovered from the blue hemisphere and the noise of people and cars started to fill my ears with unpleasant feelings. But I could care less, because I had the ability to stop those noises anytime as I want. 

I smiled to myself.

¨I win.¨

If you were magic, what would you do?


If We Were a Full-Course Meal: Me Menu’s

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Writer Lynne Tillman, in 1975, wrote a story for Wallpaper magazine in which she “wanted to write a story and fit it all on a menu and call it ‘Myself as a Menu.'”

Poets & Writers developed the idea into a writing prompt: Write a story inspired by the menu form, perhaps using a real restaurant menu as a template or launchpad. Create a persona by choosing certain “courses” or “sides” to elaborate on your personality.

The Blog Class responded to the prompt, writing themselves as menu’s. Then, Editor Doreen Yuan compiled the “courses” and “sides” into one menu. The following is her Big Menu o’ Blog Class.

So what’s on the menu? Doreen asks.

*For Appetizers:

Chef Renée brings us an “Assortment of identities” and “Insecurity salad of the day (ask the server for selection).”

Chef Chelsea offers “Pokemon Pancakes” ($10), Dazai Osamu homemade tofu” ($5 no safety guaranteed), and “Sadao Maou fries” ($7).

Chef Katelin features “Mac n cheese because i am childish,” “Issa potato,” “Golden apple,” and a “Strawberry gumball.”

*For our Main Course:

Chef Luke cooks up “Pepperoni Pizza” (because my grandma’s Italian).

Chef James features soup with noodles. You may add “Fish cake,” “Edible fungus,” “Edible seaweed,” “Egg,” “Bamboo shoots,” and Pork slices.”

Chef Doreen features a “Spicy hot pot with enthusiastic soy sauce” ($50), “compassionate glutinous rice cake” ($26.5), “Stir-fried potatoes” ($13.33), “Brave eggplant” ($21), and “Frank lotus root and rib soup” ($16.8).

*For Dessert and Drink:

Our suggested beverages include . . .

Ms. Zachik’s “A Tall Drink of Water”

Ms. Zachik’s “Whine–Red & White”

Quintus’s “1982 Chateau Lafite Rothschild”

Quintus’s “Shanghai White Wine”

Quintus’s “Blood Mary”

Luke’s “Root Beer (Because real beer is for undisciplined losers–Luke is a disciplined winner)”

Langlois “Chocolate Milk (Breaking bones is lame. Regular milk is also lame. Have bones that are as strong as Luke’s.)”

For Dessert . . .

Ms. Zachik’s “Desert Sunset Mochi”

Ms. Zachik’s “Scooby Snacks per request”

Doreen’s “Eternally fervent heart” ($0)

*We reserve the right to refuse the wearing of tight-fitting clothes.

To Teleport or Not To Teleport

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thebirdonfire.org staffers were given the following prompt:

“You can teleport–but only if there is no way for you to be fatally harmed if you can travel to the desired location. You just tried to teleport to the living room from your bedroom, but couldn’t.” What is stopping you?

Editor Katelin Slosky choose and compiled the following excerpts from our bloggers.

Renée Vazquez: “Foreboding Teleporter”

My powers are like those of a few people on earth. We can teleport anywhere we want, anytime we want, except in cases where teleportation would lead to almost immediate fatal injury. I just teleport when I’m tired and I lead a pretty safe life. So you could imagine my concern when I was lounging in my bed and then tried to teleport to my living room, but couldn’t. At first, I was just annoyed, but then it hit me. What is in my living room that could kill me? In my house. Just down the hall. Death waited for me.

Luke Langlois: “Teleporting”

Thirty years ago, Barack Obama came up to me and said, “Luke, you are now granted the power to teleport unless there is fatal harm waiting for you at the destination.” I was surprised that President Obama had the power to bestow upon me this power, but I wasn’t complaining. I was left with great power. . . and great responsibility. I’ve been feeling sick recently. So, being lazy and sick, I tried to teleport to my living room from my bedroom but I couldn’t. Why? I remembered the one condition of this power, but what could possibly be fatal about my living room? . . . . Oh well, I’ve got to move on and do what I have to do for today. The Homeowners Association said something about a possibly dangerous mineral in the walls. Asbestos, or something?  

Katelin Mei: “Teleporting”

I was in my bedroom minding my own business. It was 7:30, and I was starting to get hungry. I teleported to the kitchen to make myself dinner. Well, I tried to teleport, but for some reason I couldn’t. I knew that there must be danger, because my ability prevents me from teleporting if I could become fatally injured by doing so.

However, when I crept from my bedroom, through the hallway, and into the living room and kitchen, there was no one and nothing there. Everything was normal. I just thought it was a glitch in my abilities, as I could still teleport outside of my house, and into other rooms, except for my living room and kitchen. I made myself dinner, and put on a show for myself to watch.

I had dinner. I drank, and went to sleep. I never woke up.

James Zheng:

I tried teleporting to the living room; it does not work. The feeling of anxiety grew inside me; I attempted to figure out a way to check out what is there in my living room that could kill me.

It is a risky action for others to do, but I called a food delivery and left the notes ”I cannot move downstairs to get it, so please come in and put the food on the table in the living room.” The delivery guy was reluctant to do it, but I told him I would give him a one star and negative comment if he did not follow my instructions.

So he called me when he arrived at my house.

“Hey Sir, the door is locked.”

“The window in the kitchen is usually open, go there.”

“But sir, this is outside the duty as a delivery.”

“Just do what I say, I will pay you extra after this.”

“Are you sure this is your house, there is nearly nobody…”

“For God’s sake, just put the food in the living room and I will pay you ten times the money.”

Then I heard a sound. He was trying to get in. I heard his steps.

“Ok sir I put your food right here… woah..”

“Hello? What’s wrong? What do you see?” Then I heard chaotic shouting and multiple conversations going on, . . . .

But the signal is cut, the only thing I could do is teleport to the outside of the house and take a glance at the internal situation. So I did it, and then I see those tall guys in black suits with the dark glasses. And they are holding the gun pointing at the delivery guy. As I tried to crawl down and hear the talking.

“You have two seconds to tell us whether you are associated with anything about the host here.”

“I am completely confused by this and I will get out here like right now if you wish.”

“We have heard the host disappeared in this house, we receive the command to arrest anyone who comes here and maintains the obligation to shoot anyone who interferes with our operation.”

So I think they have probably known about my power. But how did they know? When did they know? And also why is there a fatal implication on me when I attempted to teleport if their objective is just arrest me? . . .

I stopped thinking and teleport back, and said to myself.

“Maybe that’s what I need to find out now.”

Chelsea Xu: “Teleport”

Something is in the living room. I do not know who or what, but I can sense it. The smell of death. But there’s no way out, no windows, no way to run. I shakily turn the doorknob, take a deep breath and step out. But there’s no one there, an empty hallway, yet the smell of death strengthened. I do have the ability to defend myself, but I do not dare to teleport to the living room just yet. Something is not right. The house is silent, I cannot hear even the slightest sound. It’s quiet, so quiet that I can hear my breathing and the pounding of my heart. I start to think, if I use my ability to teleport to the living room and then run, using my full speed to the kitchen then I’ll win this game. It’s now or never, kill or be killed. Isn’t this the rules of living? Takes a deep breath and close my eyes. 

I never stood a chance in the first place. 

In an instant, I ́m there, standing in the center of the living room. In a blink of an eye, I’m lying there in a pool of blood, my blood. The figure is standing before me now, so I can finally see their face. I smiled and said, 

¨̈Happy now? My dear self?¨

Doreen Yuan: “Teleporting”

I have the ability to transmit, but one day, I found that I couldn’t transmit from the bedroom to the living room, but because the living room and the kitchen are in the same place, so I went to the kitchen first, and found that the gas in the kitchen leaked, the gas entered the living room with the air, and there is a furnace in the living room, if I come to the living room, I will turn on the fire, and then because carbon monoxide and gas are combustible as a result, the whole living room will explode, and I will die, so my transmission ability will not allow me to go directly to the living room, only to the kitchen, where I will find gas leakage, I will not light up, but I will open the window to breathe.

Quintus Ni:

. . . He was warning me, “If you try to teleport your grandfather, I will kill all of your family.” I was scared. I don’t know what can I do. My third vision mind was back to my head. I was screaming, while I heard an evil voice say, “The sacrifice begins now.” “Ahhhhhh!”

   Finally, I wake up, “Just a nightmare. Don’t worry about that, Quintus.” I was talking by myself.




What’s Your Perfect View?

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Ms. Zachik asked bloggers to describe their “perfect view.” James Zheng curated the responses.

When recalling our precious memories, there are plenty of moments worthy of sharing with others. And, when it comes to the perfect views we’ve had or wish to have, we have either visualized or gone within the mind to gather the memory shards, and written out the spectacles we admired.–Wednesday Writing Prompt Editor: James Zheng

Quintus’s Perfect View:

Hundreds of flowers blooming, thousands of animals lying in the sunshine. During the night, fireworks run into the sky, people watch fabulous shadow play, children eat cotton candy.

Renée: My Perfect View

Colors, mountains, water flowing

Skies free of pollution

Life quiet but abundant

Doreen: My perfect view is . . .

. . . when I stand on the stage, when the spotlight shines on my body, and there are all people at the foot of the stage. . . . There is a clear little light powder floating around in front of me, like essence. Spirit. At that moment, I felt like I was in a mirage, and I was trapped in the darkness, only I was illuminated by elves in a small piece of light, and only I alone could see these tiny elves.

James: My perfect view . . .

. . . is the view from the Earth. The galaxy is a silver-white ring that goes around the heavens. The wonderfully beautiful sight is the result of countless stars. It was once a fanciful picture within my imagination, but when I actually viewed a picture of the galaxy, it was one of the most absolutely perfect views I had ever seen.

Chelsea: My perfect view . . .

. . . is when I’m on the top of the mountain feeling the wind passing beside my face. I’d love to take a picture of the view and paint it afterwards. . . . I always have a feeling that I want to freefall.

Luke: In my perfect view, I’m sitting on my luxury Yacht in the arctic ocean approaching my secret skyscraper situated on the North Pole. An Adélie penguin from the South Pole is hopping and waving at me. That’s my pet named “Green Alien from Toy Story.” In the background, I see the STARS and Santa’s place of business (shh, don’t tell).

Katelin:

I am standing on a hill facing a forest. I am only allowed in the forest on Wednesdays when the class walks through the forest and the teacher teaches us to appreciate the trees around us. I turn to the right, and there is a parking lot. Cars pull in and out as parents drop their children off at the school. I see my mom and dad leave school, headed to their work. I turn to the right again. There are woods in front of me. The tree trunks of the woods are larger than the trees of the forest; they have been there for a while. We call these woods, “The Bunny Woods,” because someone from a few grades ahead of me claimed to see a rabbit in the woods. I can see the soccer fields just past the woods; there is no wall between the school and field yet. If I turned right again, I would see the playground. It is something I cannot remember in full detail, but I remember the swings. They were a set of 6; 4 were painted black, and 2 were painted blue. To the right and straight ahead was a small school. The hill I am standing on freezes over during the winter, and children at school bring sleds and slide down the hill.

What If . . . you are so vital to history, time travelers have been doing everything they can to keep you alive?

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In a “Writing Prompts” compilation, Ms. Zachik found the following:

Prompt: “You have narrowly avoided death dozens of times by sheer coincidence. Later, you learn it wasn’t a coincidence; you are so vital to history, time travelers have been doing everything they can to keep you alive.”

Ms. Zachik asked thebirdonfire.org bloggers to contemplate what their time-traveling life would look like. Here are their responses. The excerpts were curated by Editor Quintus Ni.

I came to this world 19 years ago~ 

I entered primary school when I was 7 years old..

Then I joined middle school when I was 12 years old.

The years go by so fast. When I was 14 years old, that was my first time coming to the United States as an international student..

From 2014 to 2019, my personal life was just like an adventure. I lost lots of happy time with my family; I said lots of “Good Bye’s” to lots of people. Some of them, after I said “good bye,” we never met again…like my grandfather. I missed lots of festivals…I already forgot when it was my first time celebrating the spring festival alone…. Countless nights, I was dreaming of back home, staying with my mom, and hearing her personal stories. So cozy and wonderful….

Sometimes, I regret why I chose to go abroad….I probably should stay at my lovely home, enjoy every day with my family…. If I was a time traveler, I would go back to that summer in 2014. Probably after my mom asked, “Do you want to go to the outside to study?” I would say, “ NO, Mom, I want to stay with you forever..”
If you could be a time traveler, would you want to go back in your history, or keep moving to your next chapter in your life…? —Wednesday Writing Prompt and Time Traveler, Quintus Ni

Bloggers responded:

Renée

Time is a set course. If you go back, whatever you do is what always happened. But what if you could go sideways in time, and save someone else’s world?

Anonymous

I was the only person in this town born from light, not darkness.

. . . .

I step up and shake his hand, agreeing that I will help.

“Sounds like a death wish.”

Doreen

My name is regret medicine. My task is to go through different times and space and create different possibilities.

Chelsea

I am the only person that has a superpower. My ability is to read others’ minds, but the negative side is that if I use my ability too much my brain will explode. As the only person who has a superpower, the government officials have put me on a tight watch and plan on capturing me for human experiment. But I’d rather die than be an experiment, so I used up my ability until my head exploded. I was dead for a while, until they brought me back using a time machine. I am too useful to the human cause, of course. Eventually I am sent to Area 51 where I meet all the aliens and become friends with them.

Luke

Do I even need to write anything about how VITAL I am to history? I am THE™  Luke Langlois. In the year 2525, THE™ Grand General Intergalactic Chief President Supreme Luke Langlois saves the sun people from the invaders of the U.A Inc. (UNITED ALIENS INCORPORATED). In 2327, Earth blew up. Luckily, everyone evacuated to the sun before it blew up. Yeah, we figure out how to live on the sun. No biggie. Also, I am still alive because of cybernetic enhancements. Beep boop beep. I saved humanity. Thanks to the time travelers, the U.A Inc. can’t CATCH ME!!!!!

James

An unknown virus has spread all over to each continent. Scientists claim that this virus can not penetrate into human biological systems. We are told that we are secure. But, after a few days the first wave of victims die. . . . I know the way to cure this virus.

Which Mythological Beast Are You?

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Chelsea curates our Wednesday Writing Prompt that asked: “Which mythological beast are you?” Below is the prompt and blog staff responses.

Prompt: Two hundred years ago an eccentric sorcerer turned all mythical creatures into humans to try and prevent them from being hunted to extinction. Now that the spell is starting to wear off, the descendants of the original beasts are slowly beginning to morph back into their true forms. What happens as you morph back?

Our fellow responders:

Katelin

I lie in bed. I cannot sleep. My head hurts as well, but this time it seems to be a similar pain to the one my friend described to me. However, it seems to be a different kind of pain; it is not the coolness my friend has described, but it burns. I get up in the night, and look at my mirror. Everything seems fine, so I turn around to go back to sleep. When I turn around, I see it in the mirror, angry red lines on my back. I run my hand across them; they sting and burn underneath my touch. I lie back down, but the discomfort in my back is too much. I don’t sleep the rest of the night. In the morning, I get up and go to school. The pain is too much for that, so I leave after the first class. My mother has taken me to the doctor, and now there are reporters asking me questions……

Quintus

Once upon a time, I saw birds speaking lots of languages with different people from different countries. They were charming and elegant, and dressed in luxurious clothes with diamonds. The peacock was the queen of the thousand variety of birds. She was elegant and fancy. Every year, the whole world experienced Celebrating Peaceful Day, which is working for the relationship between the birds and humans…..

Chelsea

First, I realize there are mythical forces surrounding everybody. Of course, I’m not the only one noticing this; some students start to question what’s going on while the others are just playing along. Secondly, around noon the day darkens, but there are no clouds covering the sun. Many students panic as their mythical forces become stronger while the others are shouting, “THIS IS SO COOL!” (I would totally do that). Things are just going to get more interesting, and who knows what magical secrets we might discover; guess we’ll just wait and see as the day goes by…..

Editor: Chelsea Xu