Collection of Words An Eclectic - Burnaby School District

The Wheel of FortuneAn Eclectic Collection of WordsNoor Bhandal, Burnaby Mountain Secondary, Grade 8 ProseDear Diary,Oh god! I have had the most horrible day. First, I didn't even get to eat a proper breakfast, wellexcept for that handful of Cap 'n' Crunch I shoved in my mouth. Then, when I got to school, Ifound out that I had Biology homework to do that I didn't even know about! Casey, my bestfriend, hardly paid attention to me when I was telling her about yesterday's drama. She didn'teven meet me at my locker as she usually does. As I was walking into English, I saw him. Him.That guy that makes my bones melt when I'm merely walking in the hallway. Stupid Will Miller.I hate wanting to be with him. I'm just like those idiot cheerleaders who ask him if he's gonna beat the party that's happening that week. Of course I'm not popular enough to go to thoseparties. Instead I get to spend my days sitting at home and watching Wheel of Fortune with mymother. I've known Will since kindergarten, when he shoved a worm down my shirt. Yes I'maware of how romantic that sounds. We've been in pretty much all the same classes sincethen. As I tore my eyes away from Will, I stumbled into class and sat down in my usual seat.The one setback was that Will usually sat right in front of me and I never even talk to him. Outof the corner of my eye I could see Will walk into the room, but I was too busy staring at mynotebook to look up. I just know that we'll probably never speak to each other again untilhe needs to borrow another pencil. A girl can only hope.Brutally but Honestly Yours,JamieLa furie de l’orageMadlen Oakes, Cariboo Hill Secondary, Grade 8 Prose - FrenchL’orage n’arrêtait pas. La pluie frappait les fenêtres et inondait les rivières. Le ciel étaitgris comme de la fumée. Le vent déracinait les arbres et volait tout l’esprit du peuple du villagede Saint-Gorger. Tout ce que le peuple avait était leur conviction que l’orage terminera. Lespères s’inquiétaient pour leurs enfants et leurs époux pleuraient sans cesse. Toutes les formesde communication étaient impossibles car les câbles téléphoniques se sont brisés comme desbrindilles dans le vent et les rues étaient submergées dans l’eau. L’orage était le pire que la villeavait jamais eu.« Maman ! » plaignait Joséphine « Où est Isabelle, Maman ? Pourquoi est-ce qu’ellen’est pas retournée de l’école ? »Marie, la mère de Joséphine a seulement levé les yeux de ses genoux.« Ne bouleverse pas ta mère, Joséphine. » disait d’un ton sec William, le père deJoséphine et Isabelle.« Je me demande la même question, William ! L’école s’est terminée il y a trois heures.Trois heures ! Je ne peux pas supporter le fait que je n’aie aucune idée où est ma petite fille auWORDS Writing Project 2008/09 29