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I got the jewel, and my best friend had bought it. I delivered the stone to his house, and rang his doorbell excitedly. He opened the door and said, “you are under arrest,” as he pulled a pair of handcuffs out of his police officer uniform. I guess it pays to know your friends profession.

The seven Nuns were sitting on chairs in a row all singing a hymn when pop! All of a sudden there was one less voice singing ‘this little light of mine ohhhh’. The fifth chair in the row ended up in France. The chair had disappeared and with it Sister Bella who was sitting in it. Her best friend Sister Hellen, who’s mouth was still in the form of the oh they had just sung started to cry into Sister Sybil’s arms. She was bawling by the time Sybil (who was Bella’s sister) dropped her and ran out of the church and into the street hoping to find Bella.

Sister Bella who was in France at the moment, was sitting in the same chair, but in a different church floating 15 feet in the air with two strange looking men in robes staring up at her. The only thing that was running through her mind was not ‘Holy cow how could I possibly be floating 15 feet in the air without falling?’ nor was it ‘who are these men in strange robes looking at me?’ or any of the regular questions that someone in the same predicament would be thinking. The thing Sister Bella was thinking was ‘This is not the same church I was singing in a minute ago.’  The 2 men in robes that saw her looked at each other with a puzzled look on their faces.
“I sure don’t see that every day.” Said a man who was partially wide around the middle and had a large beard.
“It could be a trick” This man was very skinny and had no facial hair that Bella could see. “Um excuse me, but may I ask what is going on” asked the skinny man.
“Yeah, did Reverend Leroy put you up there to trick us?” the fat man wondered.
“Well no. I was singing a hymn in my church when all of a sudden I popped up here.”
“Hmm… Very curious.” Said the fat man.
“What is curious? And who are you?”
“Ahh pardon me ma’am. I am Aaron,” said the fat man.
“And I am Leroy.” Said the skinny man.
“ So you two men know anything about this chair?” wondered Bella
“This chair took you from your church to this one?” asked Aaron “I’ve heard of a myth like that once. And were ever the chair was placed; it would take you to another one of the places. For instance this chair was placed in a church, and it took you to a church.”
“Well do you know how I can get back?” Bella wanted to know
“I guess the chair will take you back when it wants to.”  Replied Loyd
“Well then get me down from here. If it won’t take me back now, I might as well get as good a look at France as I ever will.”

By now, there was so much commotion, in the other church only one person noticed a muffled ‘pop’.
“Um…what is that? Asked one of the men from the search party pointing at a floating but empty chair.
“Oh gosh!” cried sister Hellen. “Where’s Bella? What if she has been taken hostage by aliens? We have to burn that chair immediately so it will never happen again!” There was a mumble of agreement through the crowed of nuns and searchers.
“Oh stop it!” yelled Sister Sybil. I’ll be sure it’s ash. And Bella always has her cell phone with her. I will call and everything will be fine.
“Hello?”… “Hi Sybil!” said Bella answering her cell phone.
“What is she saying?” Asked Hellen.
“She says hi.” Answered Sybil. “Now Bella, please come home, or at least persuade Hellen that you are fine!”
“Give me that phone!” Screamed Hellen. Oh my gosh Bella are you O.K?”
“I’m fine, and having the time of my life.”
“Now what is she saying?” asked an alto in the choir.
“She says she is fine.” Was Hellen’s response.
“When is she coming home?” he wanted to know.
“When are you coming home?” Hellen inquired Bella.
“Not for a couple of days. This place has the best chocolate shops in the world!” cried Bella
“She’s not coming home for a few days.” Hellen informed the small crowd standing in the church.
“I will see you in a few! My waiter is coming and I don’t want to appear rude. Bye!” * click *

Bella finally left France because she was banned from all the shops that sold the best chocolate (once she left a store, they were sold out). When she got home, she asked where the magical chair was.
“Well we don’t want any sopranos disappearing in the middle of a song, so I had it burned.” Replied Hellen. Bella was a bit annoyed by Hellen and what she thought of her chair, but knew she was trying to protect her. A few days later, Bella went to visit her sister, but she wasn’t at home, or anywhere else (in the country).

SUPER HERO ON CAMPUS!
It was 1:09 pm on a Tuesday afternoon when Jefferson High School got served a small helping of justice. “It was so RAD!” said Frank Smith. Someone happened to be stealing iPods, Laptops, backpacks, and other important items when Miss. Appear noticed. She wasn’t the only one who noticed something though. Most superheroes have a secret identity, and someone thought this one was no exception. She decided to follow Miss. Appear around to see if she could catch her in the act of changing into a normal girl. Miss. Appear started following the thief in hopes of him accidentally leading her to where he hid all of the “loot.” Well Miss. Appear caught the campus thief, and the follower of Miss. Appear figured out who she is. I won’t say who she is for her privacy, but she has overcome one of her fears (see Super Interview on Page 2). The thief was none other than George Tanke. JUSTICE IS SERVED!

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In this deranged world
Which way is down or up?
Faceless humans taking every route…
Ceilings are sidewalls,
And what you think is a stair,
Is really a floor.
If you are going up in one direction,
You are upside down in another.
Don’t be surprised when you see the man.
Waking down the wall,
Not even spilling the contents of his satchel.
The man relaxing on the bench,
Is not tumbling down.
Nor will he ever.
For in this infernal world,
Nothing makes sense.
By Emily

I look up and see
The old bark peeling away
Like skin after you have
Scraped your knee.
It hurts when you
Peel it off me

I hate my job. I have to tell ya, getting stepped on is no fun! High heals are the worst. The spiky tips biting into my wood, ouch. Sneakers are O.K, but I’m still being stepped on in the long run. Another thing that really bites is a pet (no pun intended). I mean I know they are cute and cuddly, but cats, when they miss that box, P.U! Dogs, drooling all over the place, yuck. And when you forget to trim their claws, yeow! “Vroom” Ha ha! Hey! That tickles! Cut that out. Why does vacuuming always tickle? Maybe it’s all the little bristles on the inside, going round and round. Maybe it’s the dirt being swept off me. I really don’t know, but it is something to think about.  Finally. Now that that’s done. Awww come on! Why do you have to put all of that stuff back on me? Do you ever think it hurts? Well it does. The chairs and desks and dressers are really heavy. You complain while you are bringing them up the stairs to put on me, well I have to hold them until you take them an replace them. Then I have to hold the new ones! And when you shove them around, it’s like you scraping your knees! The only difference is I have a scar (well at least until you wax me). I also don’t appreciate how walls always get more attention than us floors! We don’t even get praised for all the stuff we go through! You should be grateful we are here! Walls get posters and photos and paintings, and paint! All we get is a carpet. If I could have anything, I would choose a carpet, because it would make getting stepped on not as painful, vacuuming less tickly, and make me a little more comfortable. Maybe that’s all I need to solve my problems. Just a carpet.

FLEA: I try to get your attention.
I try to annoy you.
Why aren’t you replying?

CAT: I ignore you.
You sure as heck are annoying me,
But I ignore you.

FLEA: I bounce around
And scare the wits out of you!

CAT: I slink around,
And petrify you.

CAT: I pounce on anything small and
Helpless.

FLEA: I bite anything big and helpless.

CAT: I’ll invite my friends.
Maybe this flea will like them
More than me.

FLEA: I’ll invite my friends,
Have a party,
We can all share the cat!

CAT: What’s this?
More fleas? Oh boy…

FLEA: What’s this?
More cats? Oh boy!