Futurelink School Scribes’ Corner At lunch, the trio took Bully’s backpack out of Craig’s locker and put it on Bully’s desk. After lunch, Bully was merrily reunited with his backpack. “Yayy! My backpack!” Bully rushed toward it. However, Craig was in the way. Bam! Bully knocked Craig down. “Hey, watch where you’re goin’ fool,” Bully flared. “Remember your contract,” Linda chided. And from that day forward, Bully never harmed a single soul.
After she buys the ticket, she finds out that she has won the $112,000,000 prize! With her winnings, Mom goes to the town’s only furniture store and buys a set of gold chairs and tables. She buys a new turkey and a humongous mansion. She also takes her brother to the hospital to get treated. She says, “Get well soon, Bud,” and drives off in her new Rolls-Royce, disappearing beyond the horizon.
“Thanksgiving in Abetown” by Ethan Wong, Grade 6
In a small cottage in Abetown, Mom is making Thanksgiving dinner. Little does she know that despite her detailed and meticulous planning, everything is going to go horribly wrong! First, the metal tables and chairs mysteriously break. Mom struggles to find money to purchase new table sand chairs, but doesn’t find any. Then she goes to check on the turkey, but all of a sudden, it blows up right in front of her eyes! She asks her wrinkly, stingy, old mother for money; her mother immediately refuses. Then her older brother calls her. He says that he got into a terrible car accident on the highway and is near death. He pleads for some money, but the penniless Mom sadly says she doesn’t have any. Suddenly, her house catches on fire. Mom and her family escape, but her new house is nothing but a pile of ashes. Left with nothing, she finds a tattered dollar bill on the sidewalk. She picks it up. She says to herself, “Maybe—if I’m really lucky—I can win the lottery with this dollar.” She goes to the nearest supermarket, Abe Supermarket, and buys a ticket.
“Don’t Eat Me” by Grace Phan, Grade 7
On Thanksgiving night, Mr. Smith goes to the farm to buy a turkey for Thanksgiving. Out of hundreds of turkeys, he chooses me. Figures! Just my luck! Right now I’m sitting in the back of his Mercedes Benz making a big mess. Mr. Smith has a wife and two kids. He wants to surprise them by cooking a delicious Thanksgiving meal. He is a very kind and easy going man, but if you complain too much, he will get angry. My heart is pounding; I must outsmart Mr. Smith. I must not become a Thanksgiving dish. Now I’m in Beverly Hills, California. It’s a beautiful place but not for a turkey. I miss my turkey friends.
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