Monthly Archives: January 2015

A Wheel Chair for Recycled Plastic Bottle Caps!

Our class decided to make a difference in our community and to work as a TEAM to contribute effectively to save and serve the environment by setting up a practical goal of recycling plastic bottle caps. Plastic bottle caps are being collected and recycled in exchange for a wheel chair for a child in need.

Interesting Facts:

The cost of a wheelchair is: 150 Euros

1 kilo of recycled bottle caps can be sold for: 20 cents.

Do you know how many kilos of bottle caps we need to collect in exchange for a wheel chair?

Our class was able to fill up the whole bin of bottle caps and is continuing the efforts to fill up as many bins as possible until the end of the year. If you have any bottle caps at home, feel free to bring them in!

TOGETHER EVERYONE ACHIEVES MORE!

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Give Money Save Animals! By Chrysonoe, Khush, Steleeza , Eleonora

​Why are we doing this? Wild animals all over the world are put in cages and in pet shops and Pet Cities. They need your help! These animals are waiting for you. Save a sweet lizard, bird, or snake. How? We are going to collect money for animals that need your help. Even though snakes, scorpions, macaws and more animals such as hamsters and rabbits are thought as pets they are not. They should be just as free as we are.
​What can we do? You can give money to us and we will donate the money to the program WWF. We also will try to stop pet shops and Pet Cities to sell animals, except dogs and cats, but only with your help. All over the world, animals are trapped in cages in pet shops and they are forced to do many bad things. Try to help them. We are going to bring a dog so you understand what you should do to save animals. You can bring money to Ms. Kynigous’ 5th Grade class at ACS Athens or visit the WWF website so that you can write a comment or volunteer how to help.
​We are trying to create rules and laws that will stop shops from selling these wild animals. Dogs and cats are bred to be pets, but the other animals are captured and are not really house pets. We are meeting with lawyers so that we can see how to change these rules. This is why we are collecting money, so that we can somehow release these animals and help WWF continue helping animals. WWF can put more guards and more vets to help the wild animals in the world that are being hurt.
​We are trying to make pet shops, and Pet Cities, to stop selling animals, except for cats and dogs. We want them to give medicine to injured and sick wild animals, but we don’t want them to sell these animals. We want to tell the whole world that it’s not logical to take wild and free animals and force them into cages. Would you like to be put in a cage? Sometimes, children and adults are really mean to animals and hurt them. We are trying to stop that also.
If you have a pet the only thing that you can do is to just give it a lot of love. If you have a bird, you can let it out of the cage so it can fly around the house, and spend as much time as you can teaching it to talk or do tricks. If you have a rabbit or a hamster you can make a big area for it to crawl around and you can softly play with it in a nice way. Also if you have a fish you can buy a big tank and fill it with water and plants like it would be in the wild. About food, you should always buy treats for your friend. An animal is not a pet; it’s your friend, brother, or sister. Thank you for reading this, and we also hope that you can help them too! 😀

Pita Cutting in Math Class by Danae

As the Greek tradition has, a pita is always cut in the beginning of the year as a sign of good luck for the one that gets the piece with the coin in it. The Pita is also known as Vasilopita that means the king’s pie. It is a New Year’s Day bread or cake in Greece and many other countries as well. In some traditions, including the Greek one there is a coin hidden in the cake. The one, who gets the piece with the coin, is usually given a good luck charm or a special gift. However, some also believe it brings luck for the year to come.

Before we cut the pita, Ms. Evloyias told us that we need to figure out how to cut the pita into equal pieces. Our first thought was to find out how many people we were, which was 19 with the teacher, but then we decided to add one more piece for the school. Then our second thought was to measure the length and width of the pita. We took a ruler and measured the length of the pita, which came to be 36 cm and the width was 22 cm. Then we took our white boards and we drew a model with how we would cut the pita to have equal pieces. We drew arrays and all the groups decided that the best way to do it was to have 4 by 5 arrays. Then each group had to find out what they needed to do to split the pieces into equal parts. We estimated 36cm to 35cm and 22cm to 20cm. After estimating we divided the 35 by 5 and got 7. So we took our ruler and marked every 7cm, so we know where to cut the pieces. We followed the same process with the width, 20 divided by 4 and got 5. So, we split the pieces every 5 cm. However, we did not finish here. We still had to find out what fraction of the pita the coin would be in. We knew we had 20 pieces and the coin would be in one, so we came up with the fraction of 1/20. It was a great experience and having to do the math was actually really fun.

In conclusion, Ms. Evloyias took our calculations and helped us cut the pita. As we were waiting to get the pieces, it smelled like we were in a sweet shop. The scents of the vanilla and orange were making us hungry. We decided that if someone finds the coin he or she would not tell, until everyone got a piece. Ellie T was the lucky one that got the coin in our class and she was also given a little gift. Of course when we tried the pita it was very scrumptious. We would like to give a big thank you to Ms. Evloyia’s Dad for baking the pitas for us and to Anna B for her beautiful poem! All three classes enjoyed eating them!!!!

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Where to Take Your Bike, Scooter, Skateboard or Roller-Blades! by Daphne

One January Sunday, Anna B, Jason and I decided to go to the OAKA stadium in Maroussi with our roller-blades and scooters. OAKA stands for Olympic Athletic Center of Athens, or in Greek, Ολυμπιακό Αθλητικό Κέντρο Αθηνών. It is a large sports center which was used for the 2004 Olympics.

We drove to the Olympic stadium and parked in their big parking lot. Then we explored the area and decided the best place to roller-blade was the Agora or Forum. It is a large area with a tall, long arch of light steel. The ground is flat and smooth which makes it ideal for anything on wheels. There were a lot of people with bikes, scooters, skateboards and roller-blades. Some people had brought remote controlled cars and planes. It sounds pretty crowded but the area is so large there is more than enough space for everyone.

Better bring your own food and water since we saw no cafeteria or canteen. All the information you need about the stadium including maps and pictures is at the OAKA website, www.oaka.com.gr .

We had a lot of fun that day and we asked our parents to take us again! Grab your helmets and pads and we hope to see you there!

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Poem by Eugenie

The stars are bright tonight
and the air is fresh
the sea whispers a name
It isn’t a familiar name
Why is the sea so alive tonight?

The stars are dancing by the night sky
The waves have a mysterious rhythm
It sways it glitters it smiles
And right below the waves lives a different world
A world we don’t know
A world all to itself
It is a deeper world
It is a sweeter world
It is a world that is more beautiful than our world

My Trip to the Network Department by Computist

It was a casual Wednesday until my homeroom teacher told me while we were going to lunch recess, “Well Computist, you will go to Computers when you are supposed to have library okay? There is a surprise for you……” I replied back asking, “Wait a second what kind of surprise?!” I was so pumped, thinking of all the ideas I could possibly have come up with. Had I done something bad? ‘Well she did say it was a surprise so it probably wasn’t going to be bad right?’ I thought to myself. I left that aside for recess, I went and played some Volleyball with Thanasi, John, and Thisseas. Playing volleyball was fun after all but when I went to eat and was done, the real thing that got me excited was the ‘surprise’. When I saw our technology teacher waiting for me, she asked if I knew what and where we were going. “Well all Ms. Evloyias said was, there is a surprise waiting for you….” I responded.

“Well I think you are going to like this very much and may just write a story on the blog, huh?” Mrs. Helen responded.

“Well sure I will, if I am interested in it,” I responded gladly.
“You will probably be interested in it,” Mrs. Helen said with a smile.

“Well can you tell me where we are going?” I asked with wonder.

“Sure, we are going to the network department because remember you had some questions about the school server? Well I asked the school technician if you could have a little trip with him, and maybe you could ask the questions that you asked me,” Mrs. Helen calmly replied.
“Wow! Well I am really excited to meet him and go there, although what should I call him?” I thought outloud.

“Well Just call him Mr. Makris,” she responded.
“Okay,” I said with a tone of excitement.

We went through the high school library to a small hall with a really old computer displayed in a glass box. Trust me the computers that we have now are waaaay better than they had before because I remember my mom telling me that she had to do some research on the computer and it took her like 5 minutes for every page to load up, so it was quite impossible to do research like we could now or have all the cool tech that we have now than the olden times.

There was a blue door which we opened and met Mr. Makris. He was currently getting Linux set up on his desktop (Linux is an operating system just like other operating systems like Windows,  OS x, etc.). I have never seen Linux work before but it looked pretty much like an Apple desktop and Windows put together into one. I asked him, “How much storage do you have for the whole wide school devices?”

Well then he showed me one of the computers which were laying around, the one he showed me looked like a really old one but he explained, “I know it looks old but inside there are 300 Megabytes of storage in there.” I replied in awe, “Wow! Just Wow!” He showed me another one which had well over 3 Terabytes! That’s like 1 million megabytes! My jaw felt like it dropped to the ground thinking how much that could just hold! We went inside the small room which actually held the server which connected your files from the computer lab so you can access them from your computer or whatnot. The first thing that caught my eyes were the Fiber Optic cables that were connected to the main server (Fiber Optic cables are cables which use glass or plastic threads to transfer data much more faster by transforming the data into light waves and then sending it back digitally). Usually Fiber Optic cables cost a lot but I saw quite a few of them laying around. The Fiber Optics that we have can send data as fast as 10 Gigabytes per second! Which is really fast if you think about it. After that there were many other things to explain but I decided to leave them out. I asked how many devices were connected and his reply was, “More than 300 desktops, over 200 laptops and a few mobile phones as well.” My eyes literally felt like they were going to pop right out! I told him that I have made a server of my own which was hosted off my computer for MineCraft. I explained to him how all you have to do is port forward your computer to your router so anyone from the whole wide world could join your server if they knew your IP address.  And then if you want to find out your IP you can press the window button which is located between the Ctrl button and the Alt button and it looks like a small, weird window, type run and then type cmd into the run application which will pop up. I continued, then write ipconfig and then press enter, you will see many numbers which will be confusing to find out which one is your IP address, the IP address is named IPv4 address, right next to that there will be a bunch of numbers followed by some periods and if you found that, that is your IP address.

He was pretty amazed by my knowledge, or so I think. After that I pointed at a weirdly shaped thing which looked like a sculpture, but it turned out to be a 3D printer! He said a member of the high schoolers built it but it never got to work. It was pretty impressive to see a real life 3D printer even though it did not work. We also talked about what kind of copies of browsers there are like IceWeasel, and that when the browsers actually were in the newest form, they did not have tabs so you would have to open up another window for each thing you wanted to do on another tab. However, it was Firefox who invented the tabs so you don’t have to open up another one all the time, then Google Chrome, Safari, etc. started copying the tabs from Firefox. After that I had to leave and go back to library but the small field trip was just so amazing that I would have never imagined this happening! But it did happen and I really just loved it, no other words can describe it than just great! I went back to our elementary library and the trip had ended.

THE END!

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My Dog Lomo by Angeliki

Ding dong, the house bell rang. I had just arrived to my house and my mom and dad were waiting for me with a big surprise. When the door opened I rushed inside. There I saw my dad with a mischief face. “What is going on in here?” I asked myself. I couldn’t wait to find out what this BIG surprise was.  Then I rushed to my mom who was sitting on the couch and under her was…………………a cute Rhodesian Ridgeback, three months old!!!!!!  I ran like a cheetah to meet my dog.  I couldn’t believe my eyes; he was so cute and pretty.

So, before I continue my story, I want to describe my Lomo, my dog. He is brown with hazel brown eyes, and a line on his back because of his breed, and he has a white cloud with a thunderbolt on his chest. Lomo will always be in my heart and I will always love him because he has a golden heart.  I think he is unique because he is very funny, sometimes lazy, playful, energetic, cute, smart, a fast runner but can also sometimes be a scary cat.

Now let’s go back to his first day. After petting Lomoand spending time in the house we went outside to play. I took his ball and threw it as far as I could. He ran like a thunder-bolt to catch the ball and when he did he looked so proud. As he was biting it to bring the ball back to me, the squeaking sound of the ball was heard.   After playing for a while he got tired and laid on the grassy area with his tongue out.

We took a break and relaxed for a bit, until we realized that someone was watching us and guess who it was……………………………………………………………..?  It was Sylvester, my cat. He felt jealous looking at us play, so I went to pet him too. However, then Goldie my other cat came, but when Lomo saw her, he started chasing her.  Somehow he got the courage to chase her, but he stopped when he saw Sylvester MEAWAWWAW something in his “catish” language. “Lomo! “ I shouted laughing,” you’re so funny!”

After all that playing we had to go to bed, because we had school tomorrow.  “Goodnight Lomo,” I said to the dog like he could answer back.  This still remains to be one of my favorite days of my life.

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Criminal Crisis by Live

“What am I going to do?!”  Ms. Warthington sobbed in terror. She clutched police officer Gray’s chest and gazed into his black, unreadable eyes. He had kept quiet ever since he arrived at the scene of the murder. The police officer glared harshly at the blood splattered on the surrounding walls.

“Keep quiet.” Gray said firmly. “No one is to know about this is that clear? If anyone finds out about what happened to your husband tonight, you may be reunited earlier than you thought.” Ms. Warthington gasped.

“Yes, Officer Gray.” She said in a terrified voice.

Still shocked about Gray’s answer, she looked at her husband’s dead body lying on the floor. She blinked away a tear. She couldn’t believe what had happened over the last few hours. It had all happened so fast: She and her husband had gone to bed when an unknown thief had stolen all her money, jewelry and diamonds, and also murdered her husband in the process. It was too much for her. She staggered and fell to the floor. She felt cold and miserable, as if all the warmth had left her.

“Martha!” Gray exclaimed, hurrying to help her up.

“I’m fine.” she said pushing him away and getting up. “I just need to rest. Good night.” She turned around, bent down and kissed her husband on the cheek, and strode off to bed.

Early the next morning, Martha had still not come over what had happened the previous night. The first thing she did was to lock all doors, windows, and remaining untampered safes. She quickly looked out the window to check that no one was spying on her. Relieved, she went outside to quickly grab the newspaper. Once inside, Martha started reading the headline, in both shock and anger: Billionaire Alex Warthington Killed Last Night! Wife Terrified!

Suddenly there was a loud knock on the door. Deep in thought about the headline, Martha opened the door without checking her key hole. “Ms. Warthington,” a small, chubby man said in a choked voice. He had short, unruly hair and yellow teeth, if not missing. Ms. Warthington, who had not lifted her head from the newspaper, held the door open and silently invited the stranger inside. However, the man stood his ground and said again, “Ms. Warthington.” This time a bit louder. “Yes?” Ms Warthington replied, still keeping her eyes on the paper. The man, now looking fairly agitated, said    “Ms. Warthington!” the man clearly meant to be frightening.

“Mmmhmmm?” Ms. Warthington murmured and slowly dragged her eyes off the paper. She gasped. Right in front of her head she saw the unmistakable shape of a gun.

“Yeah, you know what this is.” The man said gleefully.  “Now go and get the keys to your safes, tell me where the cash is, and then go and lock yourself in your room without hesitation. If you don’t do what I’ve told you, you’re dead meat just like your husband.”

Martha glared at him for a minute, stuck out her tongue, and then unwillingly did as she was told.  Once in her room, Martha began looking for an escape route. The small man had taken away her telephone, so she could not call for help. She gazed around the room looking for something that would get her help. Her eyes rested on the window. Then carefully looked outside at the road. “Hmmmmm.” she murmured to herself.

Half an hour later, Martha was quietly drinking coffee in her living room. She had just returned after climbing out the window, running to the police office, and telling police officer Gray what was happening at her house. She brought back a bunch of police cars with her, to arrested the thief, the infamous Jackson Troll. On his way out the door he hoarsely whispered something that made Martha stop dead cold. “I know who killed your husband.”

Over the next few days Martha could not stop thinking about what Jackson had said. His words chanted in her head until she couldn’t take it anymore. She rushed to the local prison clutching her head and trying to sort out her thoughts.

“Tell me who killed him?” Martha stood inside Jackson’s cell, with a desperate look in her eyes.

“Why should I? Do you see this cell? This is my home for the next two years thanks to you!” Jackson snapped.

“You were about to rob me if Gray hadn’t showed up! You deserve prison. Now tell me who killed my husband!”

“Ahhh. Deserve. The word we all think is the word of fairness. But guess what? It’s not! Take for example what you want me to tell you. Now take your case and compare it with my case. I wanted the money, you want the information. Think about that for a minute. Now, you say that I deserve prison because I robbed you. But how, and I repeat, how do you deserve that piece of valuable information? I mean, like you said, I don’t deserve the money, I deserve prison. You, like all people, have to deserve the information. Now you don’t deserve this information, you deserve the pain of your husband’s death.” He said in a mysteriously gleeful voice. “But, I will say this: if you get me out of here, I might give you a name.” he finished off.

It took several long minutes for Martha to digest the words of this thief. She had a million different questions, but only managed to ask one of them.

“How do you know who killed my husband?”  This particular question had been in her head all day long and she desperately wanted an answer.

“That’s a lot you’re asking for now, Missy,” he said.

Suddenly Martha felt a searing sensation of anger and hate. In a swift move Martha pulled a gun out from under her trench coat.

“Wow, wow, Missy. Put that down, will you!” Jackson exclaimed, apparently shocked. Then he added in a hoarse whisper, “You don’t want to end up here as well, do you now Missy?

Martha slowly moved her gun away and then, without saying anything more, stormed out from the cell.  The way home took a little longer than expected because Martha had to avoid as many people from the newspapers as possible. Sighting a particularly big group of newspaper people, Martha pulled up her trench coat as far as it would go, and rushed through it, not daring look back.

Once at home, Martha rushed to the garden, the place Alex Warthington’s grave was placed. Running to his grave, clutching his tombstone with all her remaining might, and sobbed. She sobbed for hours, even though it only felt like minutes. As the tears streamed, Martha screamed and pulled her hair.

“It’s my entire fault!!! I am the one who should be dead!!!!” She screamed and pulled hair all night and well into the next day. Ever since the murder, Martha had felt guilty. She thought it was her fault, although it wasn’t.When she finally pulled herself together she had made a plan. She had silently promised to her and her husband that she was going to find the murderer and kill him. It was the only real thing in the world that would make her feel better. And she knew where to start.

Back at the police station, Martha once more entered Jackson’s cell.  “I had a feeling you were coming back.” Jackson said, not looking up as she entered. Ignoring Jackson, Martha held the door open and said,” You’re a free man.”  Amazingly fast, Jackson was standing in front of Martha, eyeing her suspiciously.

“I’m guessing you want something back, don’t you?” He said, a look of disgust on his face.

“As a matter of fact I do.” Martha said, a look of glee on her face.

“And that is…?”

“The name, idiot.” Martha said, rolling her eyes.

“And why should I tell you?” Jackson asked.

“Because, that was the deal, remember?”

Jackson looked in deep thought for a minute and then said plainly: “No.”

“That was the deal. You said that if I got you out of here you’d give me a name. Do you remember now?” Martha asked, with hope in her voice.

“I do remember, but a) it was no deal, I was just saying it and b) I remember myself saying I MIGHT give you a name. Don’t you?”

Martha was about to explode, but then said in a mysteriously calm tone: “Fine.” She stepped out of the cell door and closed it behind her.  Martha stood outside the cell looking very amused with herself, waiting for a reaction. She waited a few minutes and looked as if she had seen a ghost when she heard booming laughter coming from Jackson’s cell.

“What is so hilarious?” Martha asked in a shocked and defeated voice.

“You didn’t read the rules, did you?” Jackson said through gasps of laughter. “When you make a thief a free man, you can’t take it back!!!!!! I’m free thanks to you!” He laughed again, and then headed for the exit.

“Not so fast, Mister!” Martha said, pointing her gun at him.

“Hey, that’s my thing!” Jackson said childishly.

“You’re coming with me.” Martha said gleefully.

                                                  To Be Continued…

StarDust by The_Seperatist

Before the planets had been made,

The galaxies not yet laid,

There was an eternal force,

On a never-ending course

It had been made within a lair,

For which there is no known heir,

Whole planets could be torn apart

If the force had taken part

Almost nothing is left of the eternal force at all,

The quantity of it is small

It’s kept at bay but if that should fail,

Forever StarDust will prevail

(What do you think StarDust is?  Put your answer in a comment!)

Frank the Giant and the Revenge of the Fluff King’s Domain – Part 1 by Lucas

One day, Eric the sea hydra was having coffee with his friends Frank the giant and Tom the floating blob, and John the kraken. After about 3 hours, Tom decided he wanted to go back to his house. But as soon as Tom had shuffled out of the living room, Eric, John and Frank heard a muffled yell. They all rushed to the door and saw an enormous 400-foot robotic dragon looming over Tom’s body.

“AAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!” they screamed. “DO YOU KNOW WHO AM?” boomed the gigantic cyborg.

“Who?” asked a nervous looking Frank, Eric, and John. “WHO AM I?” said the dragon, looking hurt, “I’M GEORGE, YOU GUYS’S FRIEND?!”

 John, Tom and Frank fainted. Eric whimpered, “Really?” “ OF COURSE!” the dragon boomed. Following that, Eric fainted. Not knowing what to do, George put them in a mysterious porta-potty. After 100 trillion years, John and Tom sleepily made there way out of the time traveling toilet. Then, 10,000,000,000,000,000 trillion years after, Eric came out. Finally 1,000,000,000,000,000,000 quadrillion years later, Frank pushed open the door and walked out.

Soon after, they sat united again in a giant teacup. The world around them had been ravaged by a bunch of bunnies, giant fluffy puppies and flying sea horses. The companions sat in teacup deciding what to, but all of a sudden, a squad of a 10,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000 thousand flying sea horse riding puppies appeared and dive-bombed the fellowship. In minutes a battle was raging, but soon the companions where standing on top triumphantly. But suddenly, there was a horn sounding ‘bbbbbbbbbwwwwwwwwwaaaaaaaaa’ and part of the teacup crumbled and fell to revealed 100,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000 miles of gerbil riding bunnies exploded from the rubble and attacked Eric, John, Frank, Tom, and George. The ground crumbled beneath them and they fell into an enormous tunnel.

“Where are we?” came the voice of John from the darkness.

“Ummmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm………I don’t know,” rang Frank’s voice.

“Wait, wait, wait, wait, wait” said Eric. The next Sound out of his mouth was a vomiting noise followed by a multitude of 20 small florescent lights appeared.

“ What’s that?” asked George.

“Those are my eyes!Can’t you see that?” came Eric’s annoyed voice.

“Sorry, I didn’t know you had that many eyes,” said George meekly.

After an hour of almost complete silence broken only by the dripping of water from the tunnel ceiling, Frank asked, “What do we do now?”

“Now, we call my friend Jake the chinchilla,” explained Eric.

“Why?” Tom asked.

“Why? Because he has a gun that shoots exploding nyan* pigs,” said Eric.

“Great! But what do we call him with?” questioned John.

“With this,” said Eric dramatically, pointing at a small plastic box.

“Uhhhhhhhh… what is that?” asked Frank

“That is what I like to call a phone,” said Eric. “It sends waves to the receiver who can hear what you are saying”

“Greattttt,” said George slowly.

“So I will call him while you guys wait” said Eric. “Also, you can play with that monopoly board flying around over there”

After about two hours and multiple monopoly games, Eric looked up from the phone and said: “he is coming”

Soon after he said that there was a deafening crash and an armored chinchilla felt into the tunnel and said:

“Hey Eric! How is it going?”

“Good, good” Eric said happily, “I told you guys it would work!”

“What would work?” Jake asked.

“Oh nothing, just something I was telling my friends,” Eric answered.

“Speaking of which, Friends, meet Jake! Jake, meet friends!”

“Hello,” said Jake politely. “How is it going?”

“Fine thanks,” said Eric’s friends collectively.

“I brought presents!” Jake said as he handed out large packages, “take a look!”

“What is this?” Issued Frank as he ripped the wrapping paper off.

“Nyan* pig guns,” Jake answered. “What else would I bring?”

“One of those books you were always ranting on about?” Eric muttered.

“What was that?” Jake inquired strictly,

“That? Oh, that was nothing.” Eric said quickly, trying to change the subject, “So how do these thing-a-ma-jiggies work?”

“Nyan pig gun?”  Jake asked.

“Yes…” said Frank, Eric, John, George and Tom in unison.

“So first you want to move this here and turn this lever and… ” Jake voice trailed off into the dimly lit tunnel. Finally, 934 days later they were ready.

“On the count of three we push up!” Eric’s voice rang out “One…Two…Three!” And with all their strength, the prized open the apparent ‘lid’ of the tunnel and charged out. Great was their surprise when they saw a large number of bunnies and gerbils lying in the teacup sleeping.

After pondering about what to do for a little while, the companion decided go back into the tunnel and follow its path. But as soon as they reached that decision, one of the many bunnies awoke. In minutes, the whole teacup was astir.

“Uh oh,” John breathed nervously as he filled his gun with pigs, “this won’t end well.”

Following that, a wave of bunnies knocked the 6 friends off their feet and started snuggling them to death. But they didn’t get the chance, for there was a rumbling and a portal open up and a bunch of rainbow-pea shooting dinosaurs jumped out.

“Huh?” Frank said, puzzled “What’s going on?”

“What… stop” George said, looking at the dinosaurs “Are you…what… how?”

“George?” questioned on of the dinosaurs “is that you?”

“Cousins?” George said, his eyes getting watery

“George!!!!!!!!” the dinosaurs screamed happily as they jumped onto him.

But soon after, Eric, John, Frank, Jake and Tom had enough. “STOP!!!!!!”they screamed. “What’s going on!?”

“Wait, what? Oh yeah, these are my cousins” George said, addressing his friends.

“OOKKKKAAAYYYYYYYYYY…” was the reply.

“So where are you from?” Eric asked, now on friendly terms with the dinosaurs.

“We all come from the region Po opy” replied the leading dinosaur, “you?”

Eric began to explain the complicated matter on how he was born in an enormous bottle of concentrated apple juice, but alas, the horde of bunnies, who had gotten plenty impatient, rammed into him and began again with their task of snuggling him to death. Fortunately, this time Eric’s friends were there to help him but they were extremely busy fending off their own attackers, so no help came from his friends. All seemed to be lost when they heard a faint rumbling.

  To Be Continued……

Adventure in the Snow by Itamar

Last week my family and I went on a winter vacation to Pelion. We had a plan to go to ski-shelter for the snow. We were planning, too, to go to a village cabin in Pelion on Sunday and to return on Thursday and in-between to visit the ski-center twice. Unfortunately, this did not happen. We did not go to the ski-shelter in the first two days and on Tuesday I woke-up to the sound of yelling. Snow was falling around us!  We went to play outside.  On Wednesday, happened some unpleasant events: electricity shutdowns. We went to play outside that day too. My parents were worried about returning. On Thursday, my father was hardly in the cabin. He spent much of that day making way for cars in the snow. There were some electricity shut-downs that day, but not as many as on Wednesday. On Friday we finally got out of there. The trip was long and dangerous, but we made it.

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My ice-skating trip By: Anna B.

        Whoosh! I could hear the metallic blades scratching the ice rhythmically as the ice-skaters glided over the crystal clear ice below them. My parents were talking to the employees, and finally came back with the right size of shoes for my brother and me. I excitedly pulled them on straight away and started walking clumsily over to the ice skating link. Once I stepped onto the platform, I grabbed onto the bar and started slipping and sliding away before I knew it. I looked around, seeking for someone to encourage me to go on. I finally saw an expert with a snowflake knitted shirt and reindeer shaped gloves. I immediately started to follow his moves and soon got the hang of it. It was simple and went like this; you have to move your feet like the letter ‘v’, one at a time. It was troubling at first, but I started to concentrate to my feet and soon let go of the bar.

Before I knew it, I was gliding through the link, faster and faster. Soon, I felt like a real expert and after enjoying myself for a few more minutes, I dared myself to race with my brother. I glided smoothly up to him and inquired ‘ Do you want to race??’ I could tell the answer was no, because he was still stumbling hopelessly, his hands glued on the bar. He gave me a please-go-away-I’m-trying-to-concentrate look and I nodded, understanding. He started explaining that I was the one who knew roller-skating and that’s why I mastered it quickly. It came to me like a slap in the face and l left him in peace. After a while, he approached me, smiling, and offered me his hand. He had obviously improved. I took it and we shuffled around and diagonally, avoiding the plastic orange seals meant to support toddlers.

We were still gliding, when suddenly I lost my balance, tripped over and fell on my bottom. I squeezed my eyes together, trying to repel the pain, when suddenly I heard a familiar snort. I opened my eyes wildly, ready to strangle my brother, when he fell on his back with a loud ‘thud’. Lifting myself up, I saw a dazzling red-haired teenaged girl who was texting on her phone, rushing to my brother’s rescue and smiling broadly at him. She held out her hand unmistakably and my brother grabbed it, blushing. The girl continued to hold his hand and kept smiling, even when my brother was standing up safely on his feet. I rushed towards them and pointed out that my brother was slightly trying to remove his hand from her strong grip, repeating the phrase ‘thank you’ over and over again. I saved him by going to him and saying ‘Let’s go…’

My brother thankfully rolled his eyes at me and we continued half racing, half gliding. Two whole hours passed without us noticing. When I got very thirsty and felt my feet aching I suggested leaving and visiting our favorite Indian restaurant. My parents were already waiting for us outside, and we gratefully jumped into the car. Should I mention that I am great in describing romances to my parents, and that I spent the whole evening teasing him about the red beauty? That’s what you get when you are laughing at your little sister…

 

Santa and the Different Worlds – Part One by Anna K.

 

“It is Christmas everyone! We have to deliver all the presents”, announced Santa.

This year he was taking only two elves with him: Bagings and Bofin.

“We are leaving right now. We need lots of time to deliver all the presents.”

“Yea, lets go”, the elves rejoiced.

A minute later, Santa and his elves were up in the air flying. While they were flying, they saw their old enemy Norburi. Norburi had his own sled, but it wasn’t driven by reindeers but by wolves. Santa couldn’t fight right now because he had to deliver all the presents; so he passed quickly by Norburi’s side. Then he looked to his side to see if his elves were ok after the quick pass , but they weren’t there. He looked down and he saw that his elves had jumped with their parachutes, because they were really scared.

“Now I am alone”, thought Santa.

Then he turned to see if Norburi was there, but he was also gone. After that, he looked around to see where he was, but he didn’t recognize that place. It wasn’t even like earth! It was another world. He flew a little bit forward and he realized where he was: in Gameworld.

​Suddenly, he saw a creature. Santa started following the little creature. They passed through rivers and lakes, forests and deserts and finally they arrived to a city. When they entered the city there was a big sign that read: WELCOME TO GAMETOWN!

 

At that point, the creature saw Santa and urged him to come down. Santa thought for a minute and then landed his sled.

“Hello”, exclaimed the creature. “My name is Frodo, what’s your name?”

“Um, I’m Santa. I am the one who brings all the presents at Christmas.”

“Aaaaah! You bring us the presents at Christmas? Wow!”

“Yeah, and now I am delivering the presents for this year but I’ve lost my way, so can I sleep somewhere in your city tonight? Do you have any good hotels?”

“Of course you can stay, as long as you want. We have several good hotels! You can stay in hotel UNO which is mine. You can spend the night there for free, since you bring us all the presents at Christmas.”

“Oh, ok, thanks!”

 

​Does Frodo really love Santa or is it a trap?

What is going to happen?

 

Read Part Two and you will find out!

My Trip to an Aquarium and a Marsh by Jason

On Christmas Eve, we went to the Aquarium in Charleston,South  Carolina, U.S.. I saw a nasty green moray eel hiding under a rock and snapping at everything that passed by. Next to it was a huge tank you couldn’t see to the bottom of. The tank stretched down to the floor below but you still couldn’t see the bottom. In the tank were white fish and many sharks – nurse sharks and a few black-tipped reef sharks. I could also see a seal.

Somewhere else was an exhibit with otters who were playing and doing backflips. We saw stingrays and turtles and a bald eagle that had been wounded and was adopted by the aquarium. We found a boat you could go on and you could pretend you were sailing on it. It was fun and had toy crabs stuck to nets in the back of the boat.

We saw a lion fish that was white with red stripes and had big spikes coming out of its back and sides. We got to another exhibit where we could touch things and it had horseshoe crabs and sting rays. And there was an albino alligator that stood very still. There were snakes and some were copperheads, diamondbacks and rattlesnakes.

After Christmas my dad and I went on a kayak ride through the marsh at a place called Shem Creek. We saw lots of birds. One was a turkey vulture and it has the best sense of smell in the marsh. It was sitting up in a tree with its wings open getting lots of sun. I liked going under all the jetties.

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Me on a causeway into the marsh in Charleston Bay

The Rat Friend, Part 2, by Thisseas

Gillfie gasped. “Oh my God” and jumped down on the soft sand screaming “Help!” When she hit the bottom she ran.

Nikol was second to regain his senses and began climbing down as fast as his long legs could carry him.

I wasn’t so lucky. The owl lunged and I jumped but it caught me in the air. Nikol took a needle and stuck it in the owls back. The owl screeched, then dropped me going back to its hollow.

“That was close!” panted Gillfie, who looked kind of ashamed that she hadn’t done anything.

“I can see a black speck getting bigger as we get closer,” whispered Nikol with enthusiasm and tiredness.

“What black speck?” I asked, hardly even looking in front or even paying attention.

“Pay attention!” Nikol commanded angrily. “It looks like a castle!” he pointed and this time I looked and sure enough a black castle was there, 100 yards away, and that’s a lot for squirrels.

“Gimmy your food!” said a demanding voice from behind us. We turned startled and there was a rat.

“Run!” screamed Gillfie.

“Now, now my friend, gimmy your food!” said the rat. It was a rat with yellow eyes, grey fur and it was very big for a rat.

Then Nikol did the most unexpected thing. He spoke calmly to the rat. “Let us go Jongey. We are on a quest for foodies. Do you want to join us?”

“What are you doing Nikol? Don’t tell me you know him?” Gillfie screeched and began smoothing her ears back nervously.

“You have to be kidding Nikol, there has never been a rat in our forest for years and you are smaller than me. You are only 7 years old. I am two years older than you!” I screamed! “Get back to your senses! Do you literally want a rat with us?”

“Yes I want Jongey to come along, there has been a rat. And that rat is Jongey.” He answered calmly. Then turned to the rat Jongey “Do you want to come?” he asked.

“Yes I do want. Though there is a problem. That castle over there is full of foodies and rats! So once we steal them they will have a full reason to attack the forest!” Then Jongey whispered kindly, “I have fragile feelings so don’t make me mad. Inside the gate is the secret of the rats!”

“You mean they are the same rats that attacked the forest? How could they make foodies? What is…the secret of the rats?” I gasped amazed.

“Talk quietly because the rats have spies everywhere!” he hissed.

“Oookeyy you can join,” I told him.

“You’re both out of your minds!” Screeched Gillfie. “First Nikol and now you!” she pointed at me angrily.

“Think about it again Gillfie!” I shouted back.

“OK I accept,” she sighed.

“Really!” I gasped.

“Be quiet you two!” whispered Nikol and Jongey at the same time. “Rats have an amazing sense of smell!” continued Jongey. “ I can smell some at the gate.”

As we approached them they grinned showing their sharp yellow teeth.

I slowly began doubting this plan would work.

“Um hello. Can you let us enter your castle?” I asked nervously. My teeth were nibbling on our last nut.

“Yieeesss, though what are you here for?” the lead rat hissed suspiciously, barring his sharp yellow teeth.

“I think they have come to steal our secret,” hissed one rat in a croaky voice that was old.

Then I remembered what had happened. When I was little I remembered when rats came with torches and begun burning down the forests yelling “destroy, destroy.” Small and big squirrels threw nuts at the rats’ heads from the trees until the rats retreated and finally ran away.

“No, we just want foodies and to learn how they are made.” I answered as politely as possible (after a moment of remembering).

‘What are you thinking?” croaked the old rat with three wiskers that apparently had a sore throat.

“Can we just have some foodies please?” begged Gillfie in a very childish tone.

“Okay then,” whispered the old rat.

“No” snarled the lead rat and glared at the old rat. “You are being tricked Roll! How could they have passed the dessert by themselves?”

The moment the leader began talking Roll gave us two papers. The lead rat snared and screamed “Traitor!” as he lunged with his claws scratching at Roll.

“Run!” croaked Roll who extended his claws in defense. And that was the last time I would see him. Or maybe not.

We were running away as fast as possible and we heard his screams as he was dragged to jail.

When we couldn’t hear him, I whispered urgently “Open it, open it!”

As Gillfie unfolded the paper I saw something amazing. The letter said “Look for the room of Lava.”

“Open the second letter,” I whispered.

“Everybody be quiet!” Whispered Gillfie so quietly that I almost couldn’t hear.

When the second letter was opened I read “ Come from the back door or open the secret door on the fifth cactus from the front door, which leads to the prison and to the Room of Lava!”

“Let us split up! I and Gillfie will go to the back door and Dwellwap and you will go to the secret passage, first to get Roll from the jail, then go and meet us in the room of fire,” whispered Nikol to Jongey. Then he and Gillfie bounced toward the castle.

“I guess we are together, lets go!” I said “follow me.”

We began running towards the entrance. When we were about 5 feet away I signaled at Jongey to stop. We immediately began to search the needles of the cactus in front of us until Jongey whispered “I think I found it!”

He opened a door-shaped ring of needles and there was a passage. We began walking huddled close together deep inside the ruins of the secret passage. At last we found a crossing and I pointed right and we continued. At last we saw light!

“C’mon Jongey, almost there!” I whispered. But Jongey didn’t budge “No I can’t go there!” He was freaking out. “No, no, no! Don’t take me there. It is the place where the rats came from on our attack. I can’t go. I have sworn never to go there again.”

“What do you mean “again”, tell me.”
“When I was your age I came from here and learned about how the rats are cruel and about Nikol, how I became his friend.”

“Hey look there is light over there in that cave” said a very familiar voice.

Then I realized two very scary things. One that the voice was Vill’s (the Bully). And the tunnel led straight to the forest.

“Hey, Who is there?” growled Vill. We stayed quiet.

Then Vill did an unexpected thing. She said “Go to your parents, I’m going to deal with whatever is in this cave!”

She charged in the cave and saw us. She fainted with a scared expression on her face. She looked to me like a scared squirrel for the first time in my life.

“Run?” I asked.

“So let’s run” agreed Jongey quietly as the other squirrel that had went to its home came to the entrance. It had to be looking for Vill.

I only saw a rat and a familiar squirrel back run into the darkness.

To be continued…