Head in the Clouds Amulet 2013
Amulet Staff 2013 Editor-in-Chief Art Editor Morgan Hadlock
Juliet Mayer Prose Editor
Poetry Editor Devon Vickery
To have oneâ€™s head in the clouds is to be entirely lost in imagination. When we completely give ourselves over in such a way, we unlock new realms of creativity and thought, discovering bright layers of consciousness and clarity. At Amulet, we understand the importance of coming back down to earth on occassion, but above all, we cherish the time that we may spend wandering through the world of daydreams. Through this publication, we hope to showcase the product of such daydreams.
Amulet is a literary-art magazine showcasing the creative efforts of Wakefieldâ€™s Lower and Middle Schools, including worls frm students in grades Pre-Kindergarten through eight. It is designed and produced by a small staff of students under the supervision of a faculty advisor.In choosing pieces for publication, the staff strives to highlight originality in content and expression, and to offer a broad range of genres and subject matter.
Head in the Clouds Amulet 2013 Volume XVI Issue 1
Wakefield School 4439 Old Tavern Road The Plains, Virginia 20198
Table of Contents Prose Back in Time Cedric the Cedar Tree Trash O’ Matic The Banana Lair Totally A. Weed John Joseph’s Adventure The Meat Flattener S300 The Magic Bottle Family is My World A Box If I Had One Wish
Madeleine Nordahl Maegann Thompson Michael Neff Sten Ohrstron Brooke Ballhaus William Rich Logan Day Priscilla Gravett Gabby Handford Skyler Tolzien Weskey Hinchman
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Poetry Steamboat Springs Ode to Chocolate At Christmas Icicles Snow Forts Winter Backpack Jasmine Flower Scarecrow The Dragon that Rode in a Wagon Bare Trees What A Bad Day The Notebook Rain My Foot Ode to the Twelve Chistmas Feelings Ode to a Pine Tree Seattle Mint Bonfires Smoke The Snowplow Started It The Basketball Net The Terrible Nightmare The Moon A Summer in Vermont Rain
Allie Adrian Jumana Schmidt Gwynn Major Walker Rich Andy Quinn Horatio Bushara Fiona Evans-Wells Isabelle Horn Austin Blackburn Bobby Guiney Kylee Hendrie Ava Duszynski Allie Adrian Abbey Merchant Maura Thompson Brennan Renz Meredith Clifford, Taylor Montessi, and Allegra Solari Wesley Hinchman Graham Zontine William Rich Chris Adams Najiya Kalley Kylee Hendrie Finn Sipes Jumana Schmidt Chris Adams
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Table of Contents Art Horse Bird Abstract Tree Sunset Mountains Power Rangers The Banana Lair Flower Austin-Healey Mark II 3000 Pumpkin POV of an Insect Rain Owl Rio 2016 Wolf Christmas Tree Woman with Hat Dolphin Beach Senor Ice Cream Marshmallow Helicopter Pringles Man Candyland Hand Willy Wonka Beta Fish Bird Wakefield Field Hockey Fighting Owls Sunset Vacation Shoe Ermine
Priscilla Gravett Irene Roddy Joseph Maraska Ally Hill Tristan Bapst Brooke Ballhaus Andrew Maraska Sten Ohstrom Mia Penders William Rich Kelton Campos Libby Rensin Allie Adrian Rachel Bryant Charlotte Quinn Talia Beavers Austin Blackburn Kristen Guiney Ava Duszynski Sadie Bushara Michael Neff Bobby Milligan Matthew Reid Jacob Ehreth Priscilla Gravett Hayley Malinowski Inara Junkala Sam Gruneisen Charlie McKee Rosie Hutchison Caitlin Baltazar Danny McLinden JackRyan Moore Michael Neff Madalena Conceicao
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By Priscilla Gravett Grade Four
Steamboat Springs By Allie Adrian Grade Five We walked through the doors and saw a universe of possibility. We played under the starry night. To our surprise, it started to snow. We watched as the water melted the falling snow. Sliding down slides and climbing slippery rock walls gave a strong new meaning to possibility. We sat in the giant pool looking up at the glittering, frosty night. And all of a sudden, fireworks boomed through the night. I floated under bridges and meandered around obstacles, while watching the falling flakes of snow. As time passed, I remembered that my family and I played in a steamy pool of possibility. Watching the frosty night glitter behind the flakes of snow, we relaxed in a hot spring dreaming in a world of endless possibility.
Back in Time By Madeleine Nordahl Grade Four
Dear Diary, One thing you should know about me is that I can travel through time when I strum a special chord on my magic guitar. STTTRRRUUMM! Wow! It seems I have landed in an Ojibwa Indian tribe. When I time-traveled, my clothes changed from a tacky tank top, shorts, and flip flops to a deer skin dress, a blue beaded necklace, and moccassins with beaded blue birds on them. I looked and saw a girl with a crow on her shoulder. It was then that I realized that I was in The Birch Bark House, my summer reading book! I run to Omakayas, the girl, and ask if I can 8
pet Adaug. She said yes. She taught me about her culture and how to speak her language. I hear my guitar strumming... BOOM! Iâ€™m home again.
By Irene Roddy Grade One
Ode to Chocolate at Christmas By Jumana Schmidt Grade Five
Oh, chocolate of Christmas, You hold my heart in your precious hands. You hypnotize me with your gleaming, carefully coated surface. Oh, chocolate, you make my heart have plenty of glee. Your alluring surface, oh, I canâ€™t get enough of you. You make me feel like a gust of warmth from heaven. You are a relish of delight with cheer. Coco floods my body with a combination of love and care. Like a bolt from Hera, a luscious feeling comes to me. Chocolate blankets my mouth, you see, With one taste of gold and a plea for more. My taste buds tango while wanting more. Chocolate feels like a thousand blessings with one whisper And a kiss of bliss. Sliding down my throat it goes. You fill me with enchantment and a dream of delicacies. You are a precious treasure to me. You are a dream come true, a master of euphoria. You unravel my heart like a wrapper of joy. Your captivating surface captures my desires. Oh, Christmas chocolate, you wrap me in glamorous gold cheer.
By Joseph Maraska Grade Five 11
Cedric the Cedar Tree By Maegann Thompson Grade Three
There once was a beautiful cedar tree named Cedric. He lived to be five thousand feet tall. He lived in a very wide forest. Cedric lived on the edge on the forest. It was a pretty summer day and Cedric just then heard a chainsaw. He felt scared. He didnâ€™t know what to do. Cedric thought of his parent. Very sadly, a sap tear came down his trunk. Then he saw the people with the chainsaw. They cut the poor tree down and took him to the shop. Soon he was carved into a totem pole. The he was painted into a beautiful pole and he loved it. Soon he thought it was fun to have all the people looking at him. The End
By Tristan Bapst Grade Seven
Trash O’ Matic
By Michael Neff Grade Five
Sick of that terrible stench? Sick of grabbing that trash off the floor again and again? Trust me. I’ve been there. I know how you feel. Imagine this. You are assigned by your mom or parental guardian to put away all the litter in the yard. You go out and gather all the trash and set it down. The only way to throw the trash away is to bend down again and again and again. Until now. Sit back, relax, and take a deep breath because help is on the way with my Trash O’ Matic. It will launch the trash right into the trashcan. Throwing away trash the old-fashioned way can cause sore backs, strained necks, and offended noses. It is also frustrating and time-consuming. My friends always litter in the yard, and it is always my job to clean it up. I now want to do it in a faster and easier way. The Trash O’ Matic will prevent you from doing this dastardly chore and do other things that you want (or need) to do. For an easy payment of $75.00, you will take care of that boatload of homework, playing outside, reading, or anything else you want to 16
do. The Trash O’ Matic can help anyone that has lots of friends, lots of trash, or lots of trashy friends. My invention will even change the lives of professional trash collectors. Remember, don’t strain your back throwing away trash! The Trash O’ Matic needs to be kept in your basement or garage. If you do not have either of those, a bedroom or kitchen could also be used. With a simple turn of a crank, you will see a toy car fall down and hit a wedge, which releases a lever. That then triggers a pulley, and, before you know it, the stinky little morsel is thrown away. It does not need batteries, electricity, or even solar power! Only a simple turn of a crank; then no more offended noses and strained backs. Throwing away trash is frustrating, time-consuming, and even dangerous. Is throwing away trash frustrating for you? Well, it is frustrating to my nose. Stop and think. Look back at the trash and strained backs and the boatload of homework being done at midnight. If all these problems are true for you, buy the Trash O’ Matic.
By Gwynn Major Grade Four
Glimmering brightly Shimmering just like the sun Melting steadily
Snow Forts By Walker Rich Grade Four
Small, wet parapets Snow bricks as hard as a rock Dented, holed, ragged
Winter By Andy Quinn Grade Four
Snow makes me shiver As cold as Antarctica I hope you donâ€™t freeze 18
By Brooke Ballhaus Grade Three
By Andrew Maraska Grade Four
Backpack By Horatio Bushara Grade Three
A black monkey on my shoulder He feels as heavy as a boulder I can hand him my folder to carry around He is sometimes so heavy I drag him on the ground
Story and Illustration By Sten Ohrstrom Grade Five
Once upon a time, Banana was sent on an epic journey through Gothana Land to destroy an evil villain. With one mighty sweep of his peel, he defeated the great villain.
Jasmine Flower By Fiona Evans-Wells Grade Four
Small and beautiful Abandoned, searching for home Blooming at Wakefield
By Mia Penders Grade Three
Scarecrow By Isabelle Horn Grade Four
Scary scarecrows watch you at night Cawing crows give you a fright Acorns fall from golden trees Running rats make you shiver and sneeze Everyoneâ€™s scary in their costumes Creepy skeletons pop from stone tombs Ravens snatch candy from your bag Oozing caramel makes you gag Werewolves howl through the night Happy Halloween and sleep tight (if you can)!
By Walker Rich Grade Four
The Dragon that Rode in a Wagon By Austin Blackburn Grade Three
I have a pet dragon Who rode in a wagon. He rolled down a hill And crashed into my friend Will! My bleeding dragon went to the doctor. When he was better, he could play soccer. Will had to lie in bed And put an icepack on his head. Now my dragon drives a car, And we go on road trips very far.
By William Rich Grade Four
Bare Trees By Bobby Guiney Grade Four
Black cats, red-eyed bats Asking for air, oh my gosh, you’re so bare! Really cold nights, and Halloween fights Eating all children’s candy, including Handy Mandy Trees with no leaves, coats with long sleeves Ready for winter to come, people’s fingers are getting numb Established once upon a time, hey that candy is mine! Everyone is trick-or-treating. Am I eating? Silly costumes on the 31st; my candy bag is about to burst.
By Kelton Campos Grade Three
Totally A. Weed By Brooke Ballhaus Grade Three
Just because I’m a weed doesn’t mean I don’t have a
life. I first was just a bit of soil. Time went on and I grew a little root. My root got bigger and bigger. Then, I popped up and saw my first glimpse of the world. It was sunny with three clouds in the sky, 52 degrees Farenheit, and wind moving 20 miles per hour. It was 5:22:05. Every day I grew 1 ¾ inches. I eventually became 3 feet. I see my friends get pulled out of the ground when I am hidden behind an unusually large plant. I fear that my root will be pulled out of the ground soon. Goodbye, Garden, land that I love.
By Libby Rensin Grade Eight
What a Bad Day
By Kylee Hendrie Grade Five
My sister’s screaming wakes me up Guess what’s barking? It’s my mutt My bones ache, my back is sore I get a black eye from my door I eat my breakfast, it tastes sweet It turns out to be a doggy treat I run to the corner, I miss the bus Instead I get left in the dust There is so much homework, so little time I end up losing my lucky dime My bedtime is early, it’s unfair My mom takes my teddy bear It was a terribly day 31
The Notebook By Ava Duszynski Grade Three When words are written in this, it suddenly comes alive. It turns into a creature, exciting and busy like a beehive. The pencil writes so quickly, it doesnâ€™t have time to think. The words just appear, so quickly like a wink.
By Allie Adrian Grade Five
By Rachel Bryant 34 Six Grade
My Foot By Abbey Merchant Grade Three
A cannon that shoots a soccer ball very high It almost seems like it can fly Once I am ready, I hit the ball in Then I know that I can win
Ode to the Twelve Christmas Feelings
By Maura Thompson Grade Five
Always different, But unique. Anticipation in the beginning, Building up inside Like blocks of wood. Mirth throughout, an untouchable mist Drifting through the air. Hopefulness is like an egg, Cracking at the approaching holiday. Warmth fills you up with love, Bringing happiness with it. Peace in the morning when you awake To a silent Christmas Day. You are knocked down by excitement Bubbling up inside of you. Next, the wonderful feeling of joy leaps in, For you have just seen your presents under the tree. Love pours out toward your family. Generosity swoops down As you give gifts to those you love. Then, a luminous void of emptiness, For Christmas has passed. Disappointment of the leaving holiday. Finally, Patience, The waiting for next yearâ€™s Christmas Eve.
By Charlotte Quinn Grade Seven
By Talia Beavers Grade Seven
John Joseph’s Adventure
By William Rich Grade Four
John Joseph walked through a desert called the Deserted Desert. He was parched the whole time. He had very little water and the Deserted Desert is the hottest desert in all of Yamiya. Yamiya is quite an odd country. It has exotic animals, and it’s very hot, too. John seemed meek to the big, strong, scary animals. One time, a boggle passed by. A boggle is a mix between a lion, a dog, and a bird; a very dangerous creature! Well, John hid under a log. Luckily, it didn’t see him. On he walked, like an errant wayfarer, from cactus to cactus. John proudly apprehended all the strong storms that came his way. Although his journey was very tough and hardcore, he stayed quite vivacious the whole time! Some would think of him withering and passing away, but no! By the time he crossed, he was very sallow. That is the story of a very brave man named John Joseph. 39
By Austin Blackburn Grade Three
Ode to a Pine Tree
By Brennan Renz Grade Five
Standing so majestic and proud Is a luscious forest-green tree, Draped by my fireplace, With the tantalizing smell of sap So strong it burns your nose. Your strands of electric lights illuminate millions of needles Like a prism rainbow cut into the shape of a tree, Finer than any Picasso painting. So beautiful and priceless, You are an addictive song, Beautifully wrapped in myths of old. Even without all this man-made material, Nature created a thing of astounding elegance. Your chiseled jade Makes the richest green with envy. You are an evergreen, symbolic of life, Standing rugged and shameless Where other trees fail Jumping the hurdle of winter. The star atop it Could only be the work of God.
By Meredith Clifford (1st), Talyor Montessi (7th), and Allegra Solari (7th)
Hotel in Seattle Gave me candy At night! It was so pretty It was dandy It was a delight
By Wesley Hinchman Grade Four
With a pleasant kick, Small, round, with a lot of mirth, A rich, tiny treat
By Kristen Guiney Grade Six
The Meat Flattener S300 By Logan Day Grade Five Have you ever been slowed down when you’re preparing your favorite meal since you had to slice and flatten your raw meat using an old cleaver? Are you tired of swinging that cleaver up and down in that monotonous manner, your arms aching afterward? Do you ever wonder what you could have done with the time wasted beating your entrée? At Meat Flatteners, Inc., we think life is too short. You have better things to do. You should not have to spend extra time heaving a cleaver around just to prepare your family’s favorite meats for dinner. Thanks to the Meat Flattener S300, you no longer have to use the old cleaver. Let’s face it: cutting meat is boring, tedious, and a guarantee for meat cleaver elbow later in life. Repetition, monotony, boredom: this is no way to infuse into your kitchen the excitement and energy that you deserve. How will you cook future meals should wielding that old meat cleaver give you a dreaded case of cleaver elbow? I came up with this amazing idea while watching my dad cut up and tenderize chicken for dinner; it was then that I realized just how long this poor, exhausted man spent doing this tiring task. It took him over two hours to create our meal because that cleaver just wasn’t responding well to the chicken! My cleaver, the Meat Flattener S300, is easy to use and cuts meat with more force and efficiency than any other machine, and certainly any hand-held cleaver.
The machine is easy to use and convenient for kitchen use. Not only can ten-year-old Johnny use it, but also poor Grandma with her weak arms and inflamed cleaver elbowitis. The Meat Flattener S300 has an extraordinary design with the user and great cuts of meat in mind. It is simple to operate and safe for Johnny to use! Imagine more quality family time while preparing dinner. My invention is easy to store and has two simple parts. Grandma will be able to disassemble it in seconds! Anyone who cares enough about their family to cook a good meal, all professional restaurant owners who serve meat, and certainly local barbecue joints should buy this invention and kick it up a notch. My amazing contraption solves the problem by cutting through the meat with more force and efficiency than any other machine. It also spreads it out automatically, so you get a higher quality product, making it cook more evenly and sealing in the juices. My machine is the answer to your meat problems and cleaver woes. It saves time, encouraged family participation in the kitchen, and gives you the juiciest, best-cut piece of meat to serve your loving family. The Meat Flattener S300 requires virtually no maintenance! It is more useful because it saves space and precious time after a long day at work or during the dinner rush. My machine is more efficient and time-saving than anything else on the market today. Buy my absolutely wonderful, glorious Meat Flattener S300 and start cooking better meat without the hassle today!
By Ava Duszynski Grade Three
By Sadie Bushara Grade Seven
By Michael Neff Grade Five
Bonfires By Graham Zontine Grade Four
Sizzling with blaze Dancing like the Northern Lights Warming nature up
By William Rich Grade Four
Walking up chimneys Flowing high in the blue sky Streaming up my nose
Bobby Milligan Grade Seven
By Matthew Reid Grade Seven
The Snowplow Started It By Chris Adams Grade Five The battle started when the rusty snowplow created a blockade of white. We started to build a large fortress, directly before the fight. Then it hit us, literally hit us, icy clumps of rounded snow. We dodged, jumped, hid, and weaved, but there was too much snow. It seemed to be like a falling cloud of endless white. Hours on end raged an epic fight. The battled lasted hours. The fight Raged through the neighborhood; through the falling snow, Around the straight ridges of freezing white. Iâ€™ll never forget that snowbound fight where all the vivacious kids, young and old, threw snow of beautiful white.
By Jacob Ehreth Grade Six
The Magic Bottle
Story and Illustration by Priscilla Gravett Grade Four If I found a magic bottle with a genie inside, the first thing I would ask for would be that the world be made out of candy. There would be gumdrop mountains, chocolate rivers, cotton candy clouds, licorice grass, slushie pools, and graham cracker furniture. My dog would be made out of gummy worms and chocolate chips and would have mint breath. For people, there would be gummy bear soldiers, gingerbread people, and the president would be like King Midas, except everything he touched would turn to chocolate. For the weather, it would sometimes rain gumballs or cotton candy, and sometimes it would snow marshmallows. The world would be changed forever.
Family is My World By Gabby Handford Grade Five
Some think that family is a group of people related by blood. My definition goes much deeper. To me, family is having parents who show up at every event. Itâ€™s about having a dad who takes me running at the Manassas Battlefield, a mom who remembers about the test tomorrow. To me, family is having two sisters , a little one who burrows in my lap as I read her the books that I once loved, and another who is practically my twin. When I try to think about life without her, it is nearly impossible because she has lived with me longer then I have had memories. To me, family is having grandparents nearby, a grandpa who helps us fix whatever is broken, whether it is an object or emotion, and a grandma who is always willing to play a game of Scrabble or sit in my room at night to keep
me company. My family is very supportive, like a whole stadium of people rooting me on, built-in cheerleaders screaming from the sidelines. Last year, when I was at the Battle of the Books competition, my parents and grandparents were in the front row, and they were following along with every question. When our team answered correctly, they felt our joy and victory. When we answered incorrectly, they felt our disappointment. My family is also big on traditions! On Christmas morning, Dad makes doughnuts from scratch, and after we open gifts, he cooks them in a frying pan. Then comes the fun part: we get to dip them in chocolate and powdered sugar. The love I have for my family is a bit like homemade doughnuts on Christmas morning: sweet, made from scratch, with bits of tradition mixed in.
By Hayley Malinowski Grade Four
The Basketball Net By Najiya Kalley Grade Three
It’s like a monster that eats my ball I can’t quite reach it because it’s so tall The ball slides through its lacy teeth And falls to me beneath
The Terrible Nightmare By Kylee Hendrie Grade Five
Last night I had a nightmare With dolls of curled hair It had me surrounded With a big fluffy teddy bear Pegasus and unicorns They scared me half to death Especially when they put me in A pink frilly dress The twirling ballerina that made me spin and spin and spin Encore! Encore! Do that step again You shouldâ€™ve seen the way I walked After that twirling and spinning She gave me a curtsy and told me it was the beginning I hope I ran away quickly; that is all I hope to say The hot pink Barbie came With her skinny legs She had me on my knees; I had to really beg She started to sing a song about a lazy French poodle Then came in the bug that doodled and doodled and doodled Donâ€™t even make me mention The raccoon all dressed in green The worst part of it all Was the dancing jelly beans
The rainbow dancing colors That chased me through the nightmare It was not fair Thankfully, I woke up before it could continue Off the covers flew I jumped out of bed I came down to the kitchen Then I saw something I dread On the counter was a cup Oh, it was plain mean For me to stare at that cup of jelly beans By Inara Junkala Grade Five
By Sam Gruineisen Grade Three With Tim Hinchman Grade Nine
The Moon By Finn Sipes Grade Three
The moon is so bright next to the stars But so far away from the planet Mars It smiles at us, the man on the moon Coming up at noon Or maybe itâ€™s the Easter bunny, or maybe a cat But you might think it looks nothing like that So that is my story about the moon I know that the moon will see you soon
By Charlie McKee Grade Five
A Box By Skyler Tolzien Grade Five
One day, a Wednesday I’m sure, I saw the oddest thing: a sparkling fir. The tree was tall with branches wide and exciting; it almost looked a tad bit frightening. A hollowed door is what I saw, and I just stood there in awe, for when I walked in, time seemed to stop, because in front of me was the most beautiful box. I opened the box with the touch of a lock, and there, behold, a key the color of gold. The key was for friendship and eternal hope. I looked further in the box and saw another thing, a mirror shaded like a fox. On the mirror was a message, saying, “It’s up to you to sink or to fly, to smile or to cry. Always remember to do your part and always listen to your heart.” “I will.” I said, and then I did.
By Rosie Hutchison Grade Eight
By Caitlin Baltazar Grade Four
A Summer in Vermont By Jumana Schmidt Grade Five
By our cottage in Vermont the water flows, Yet everything seems silent and still with peace, And fireflies paint the darkness with dots of light. The stars paint the sky with glamorous gold light. The wind blows through the monstrous trees that sway and flow. Finally, my mind fills with peace. As we look at the luminous stars and the lake filled with peace, I realize now that what man paints cannot beat the divine and radiant art that nature paints with light. Only some know that the true beauty of nature is like a cycle. It changes and flows. Now I know where to go next year and again, to watch fireflies paint the sky with light, to watch a sunset full of watercolors, and to see the peaceful waters flow, but, unlike the River Thames, ebb at the beat of a heart, slowly making its way back and forth.
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By JackRyan Moore Grade Six
By Michael Neff Grade Five
By Wesley Hinchman Grade Four If I had one wish, I would want the sensational power to run a million miles a second without getting sweaty or tired. I would ask for this because I could run on water and run really fast in sports. I would enjoy this power very much. Whenever I wanted I could run a 10K or a marathon without getting tired. I would join the USAâ€™s Olympic track team. I have always wanted a GOLD medal, and to be on a big-name company cereal box. I would make sure to help others, and still have a lot of time to play basketball, soccer, lacrosse, and football with my friends. I would also do the Tour de France and win all the jerseys: the red and white dotted one, the green one, the yellow one, and the allwhite one. Because I can also run on water, I would race very fast speed boats and dolphins. Gee, I wish I could run that fast.
By Madalena Conceicao Grade Three
By Chris Adams Grade Five
The rain Cracks the window As the world tears apart Under your feet. I sprint to where there are no clouds, But it is no use. In this world, nothing is worth trying. In this world, Iâ€™m alone. I know there is no hope as I wait for this forsaken planet to Grip us and send us to darkness. As I walk in the streets of the dead, The rain turns to cement, slowly cutting my skin down. I see the creatures of darkness, but I do not move. I remember that the world never needed me. I let them eat me.
Index Adams, Chris Adrian, Allie Ballhaus, Brooke Baltazar, Caitlin Bapst, Tristan Beavers, Talis Blackburn, Austin Bryant, Rachel Bushara, Horatio Bushara, Sadie Campos, Kelton Clifford, Meredith Conceicao, Madalena Day, Logan Duszynski, Ava Ehreth, Jacob Evans-Wells, Fiona Gravett, Priscilla Gruneisen, Sam Guiney, Bobby Guiney, Kristen Handford, Gabby Hendrie, Kylee Hill, Ally Hinchman, Wesley Horn, Isabelle Hutchison, Rosie Junkala, Inara
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57 Kalley, Najiya 18 Major, Gwynn 20 Maraska, Andrew 11 Maraska, Joseph 56 Malinowski, Hayley 62 McKee, Charlie 67 McLinden, Danny 35 Merchant, Abbey 49 Milligan, Bobby 42 Montessi, Taylor 68 Moore, JackRyan 16, 48, 69 Neff, Michael 8 Nordahl, Madeleine 22 Ohrstrom, Sten 23 Penders, Mia 18 Quinn, Andy 37 Quinn, Charlotte 30 Rensin, Libby 41 Renz, Brennan 18, 25 Rich, Walker 27, 39, 49 Rich, William 9 Roddy, Irene 10, 66 Schmidtt, Jumana 42 Solari, Allegra 13 Thompson, Maegann 36 Thompson, Maura 63 Tolzien, Skyler 49 Zontine, Graham
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