Training for Life by Jockulater(8)

If theres one sport that teaches you the most about life, it's Football. Football trains your mind to sprint down the field when you're so tired that you can barely stand. Football also teaches you to use and build all of the muscles in your body, So you can play your part the best you can. But one of the best things it teaches, is friendship. The players that you play with become your friends for life. And maybe if they are a great bunch of guys then maybe someday you'll all change the world together. These are some of the reasons why the young men all who play football love this hard training sport.

SCHOOLMASTER GOES MISSING by Jockulater13 (7)

Last night schoolmaster Ichabod Crane attended the Van Tassels’ full moon party. He was found absent this morning by his students, when he didn’t show up to teach them their lessons. His horse’s saddle and two trails were found. By the signs of the two trails, the horses started at a brisk pace and suddenly bolted off the path and towards the old bridge. A local farmer said “No doubt about it, the other horse was the raging headless horseman.” Apparently, this haunted horseman is unable to cross the old bridge. The case of poor Ichabod Crane is a very sad, mysterious tale. We can only hope that this haunted horseman will not take any more joyful lives.

Lacrosse by Jockulater13(6A)

I think lacrosse is one of the funnest sports you can play. It has all the funnest sports packed in to one, which makes an amazing challenge. One of the best parts in the game is the teamwork, all the players need to be close friends to achieve great things on the field. Another one of my favorite parts is the physical annihilation you give your opponents. But my absolute favorite is the skill of it all, you need to train yourself to be the very best player that you can possibly be, and then train some more. These are just some of the many reasons why I love the amazing sport of Lacrosse.

Just Another Day by Jockulater13 (3B)*

As I walk down the cobblestone path to my new job as a cook's assistant, I hear an agonized scream. I turn my head and see a terrified little boy being lifted up by one of the windmill wings on the Miller's farm. Racing headlong towards him, I know the danger he is in. I grab the wing just in time for him to jump off and me to go up. I rise toward the top of the mill, realizing that I've been tricked by a wicked little schoolboy. The boy, not wanting to get blamed for getting me hurt, shouts for me to let go. As I look down, my head feels dizzy. As I go higher and higher, I get a mouthful of the bitter, salty taste of the ocean. I then let go and fall heavily to the ground, scraping my chin and knee on the hard, rocky path. After the shock, I reach my finger to my chin and feel the blood trickling down. I notice a strange smell and remember the loaf of bread in my pocket. I pull out the smashed loaf, break off a chunk and begin to eat. Hoping the food will help me get over everything that just happened, I get up and dust myself off. Just then, I hear the sound of the work bell telling everyone that it's time to get started. I return to the cobblestone path, with my head held high, and I'm back on my walk to work.

Shoreline Scramble by Jockulater13* (3A)

As I walk down the shoreline of Crashboat Beach, I search the crystal water for the biggest waves. I feel the smooth sand under my feet and smell the food that Mom had packed for the day. Soon we are all swimming in the bright blue Atlantic Ocean. As I am knocked off my feet by the strength of the waves, I get a mouthful of the disgusting taste of salt water. I rub the drops from my eyes and realize I'm being pulled away from the shore. I've been caught in a riptide. I see that my sister has been caught too. I scream for help. My dad and uncle see us, and they race into the waves to catch me and my sister before we are swept out for good. We walk back to shore and decide that we've had enough fun for one day.