Life Down Below

I am a lady bug.

I am red and black, with spots.

I slowly crawl among the huge blades of grass as they begin to slit me, similar to a seas of knives. They seem as if they are cutting me into diminutive pieces. I feel the smooth yet uneven earth beneath my feet. It pulls on me. I try to fly free, but there is no room for my wings to expand as the sea of emerald knives enclose on me, equal to an enormous wave, trapping me in a cage. Struggling much, I still can't break free. Until ... a large, funny looking creature breaks my cage as it trudges through the sea struggle free. Then I take flight.
I'm free, at last. Free to explore the lively world above. Free to fly into the gold radiant rays of sunshine. Free to fly onto the leafs with the refreshing morning dew placed neatly on them. I fly all around, going higher and higher. Spinning in circles as I feel the cool crisp breeze beneath my wings.

I am scarlet red with blotches of midnight black.

I am a ladybug.

-Savannah Frank

TREK by #223

Last year, over the Summer, I went to a camp that we call Trek. On this camp, I was stuck with a group of kids that acted really annoying. I've seen them around before and they've always acted like they were complete idiots. They almost scared me with how stupid they would act. I didn't want to deal with them or meet them at all.

Then, they changed my life on that camp.

They were really amazing kids, always being nice to everybody. They still goofed off, but not as badly as they looked back home. Trek jumped from O.K. to amazing on my list because of them. They soon became my friend and still are to this day.

The Game By #227

The noise of the crowd was clear on the tv. Booing and whining all over when every pass, every run was stopped at the line. The Raiders were getting killed, letting the whole home crowd down. It was only 14-0 but they had no hope of ever gaining a single yard. The Jets however got the ball and trudged down the field everytime. Their star quarterback Mark Sanchez was ripping the Raiders secondary apart with every crisp pass to either Santonio Holmes or Plaxico Burress. The Raiders were saved by the bell and went into halftime down 14-0. If you had just turned to that game you would know the Raiders were losing by looking at the fans. If you were blind you could know by the sounds, the whining and awful yelling from either annoyed fans or drunk men with their shirts off.
When the Raiders team came out onto the side lines I saw the passion in their eyes. They were having a rough game and wanted to turn this game around. I love the Jets but maybe this once I might want to see the Raiders make a comeback. It is easy, they get the kickoff this half, if they score on this possession and get the fans into it. Get a stop and make them punt and score again and they are back in business. Well they did just what I said and came back and won the game. I saw the fans cheering, heard them screaming and applauding, and most of all the players knowing that they had brought the fans back and made them proud. It was a great game and I was glad i watched it.

The Perspective of a Bee by #25

I buzz around in the hectic beehive. Every bee is industrious, and doing their finest to make syrup-like honey. I fly out of the hive from dandelion to dandelion, and then buzz back to my colony again. I start to ache. I am so weary from this task, and so I decide to buzz away...for an outstretched time span.


I reach this towering building. I buzzzz to the uppermost part of the structure. I look over at the park my tree was in. I spot the maple that houses all of my bee neighborhood. I see them engaged in their hard work to help each other make honey. I decide that I should help my bee community instead of being concerned about myself. I get ready to fly off back to my familiar hive. I hear my wings start to flutter rapidly. I am on my way home.

"Just a Slab of Concrete" by Sydney Durrant, P2

I'm just a little slab of concrete. My sole purpose in this life is to have people walk on me. Seriously. That's the pathetic life I lead. Of course, I don't really have a life, but that's not important right now. I'm really not important right now, or even at all. At least, according to the general population. Nobody ever thinks about me. Nobody ever notices me. Nobody ever wonders, "I wonder how the poor sidewalk ould feel if I spat on it?" I'm just there. There for them to walk on.

I'm always there, though. Honestly, I don't really have a choice, being cemented in place, but I'm still very loyal. I think people should call me "man's best friend". I help them a LOT, even if they don't realize it. In the spring, after a drizzling rain, when the cool, clear water seeps into the ground and makes it slippery with mud, I give people a hard, solid place they can walk on without fear of an embarrassing slip. (It is really funny when people slip, though.) In the winter, when a swirling blizzard of snow coats the ground in a blanket whiteness, I give people a path to walk on when they can't see any other. Even without snow, I'm a path they can follow to get to almost anywhere they want. They take me for granted, but I'm always there for them. I really am important.

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ant perspective by 428

Mom told me to go play on the sidewalk. I played in and out of the crevices. It was my favorite place to play in. It is the safest place to play in because the humans rarely come this way. As I went along I found the hugest crumb ever. I was going to go tell everyone but that was when the humans came out. They started stomping on my friends. I crawled inside my home to tell mom.

When i was inside the hill I heard thunder which gave more pressure to tell mom what was happening. Mom said "Don't go near them." Me, my friends, and my family stampeded out of the hill. When we got out I looked back and saw the humans spraying this cloudy yellow gas. But all I thought was no, no, no our home is lost. I was lost in thought for what felt like hours. But we finally came to the safe house with the gas masks.