Junior High Creative Writing Sample part 2

Sparky was licking the ground as if there was something tasty there. The kids were playing in the backyard with the plastic pool I got them for Christmas. My wife was at work on a Sunday, and I was sitting there staring at my dog, licking the floor. I wish I could say it was a good day, but the thoughts that haunted me made it a dizzy and scary afternoon.

“I’m home! Wake up!” a lovely voice shouted in the distance, then suddenly I woke up.

“What do you want for dinner?” said Martha.

“Oh anything is fine.”

I looked around the room. I was on the couch, I must have fallen asleep. I looked at the clock. It was 8:37. I stood up and went to my room. Mail was stacked in one pile on my desk. They were mostly bills and payment overdue notices. Then I realized.

“Joseph!” I shuffled the piled envelopes to look for one thing: A reply from my friend. I looked on the table and read through all the envelopes, but it was not there. I finally looked under the table realizing it was stupid not to. There was a blue, small envelope with dirty handwriting. I snatched it and opened it. It read:

Dear Michael,

Thank you for your letter.  I think I will be able to make it. I am sorry for the loss of your cat. I hope your daughter feels okay. It has been a rough time for me too, and I look forward to meeting you in two weeks.

Warmly,

Joseph

Thursday the 23rd, that was the day, I remembered. He could have written a little more thinking how much I wrote in my letter, but whatever.

The week I waited until the day I met him took ages until suddenly, I found myself sitting at the corner table with my old friend, Joseph. At first it was awkward like any other friend you have not seen in months, but it gradually became interesting like I wanted. It felt like talking to Joseph made my mind clear, like wiping a foggy window. I told him everything that happened in the last 10 months that we had not met, how our dog died, how I lost my cat, and finally, the cancer.

“Oh my God, that Nevaeh?  That’s horrible. I’m sorry, Michael,” Joseph sighed, “I’m tight on money too.”

“I know. We have to win a lottery.”

“Yeah… oh, do you remember how we used to joke about getting to the J&B Bank next to the burger place?” Joseph smiled.

“Are you thinking what I am thinking?” I said jokingly.

“…,” he looked at me, with ‘the look’, the look you give when someone unwillingly makes a reference to you and your friend’s inside joke, the look you give your friend when someone is being annoying as hell. The universal look.

All of a sudden, the joke from our youth started to spin in my head. The following two hours, we talked and talked and talked.

“You really want to do this? I mean, if we are doing it, we can’t talk here.”

“You’re right,” he sighed, and we started walking out.

 By the time we were ready to leave the cafe, the half-joke idea was actually going into shape. We went to his house.

“Come in,” Joseph opened the rusty door and gestured me in. The house was rather small, there was a dirty couch, a table, and a TV.

“This isn’t much but make yourself at home,” I sat down on the couch and contemplated what we were about to do. About a minute later, Joseph came back with two beers.

“Okay, to start this we will need some help. I know these twins that own a mechanic shop. I’m pretty close with them and I think he can get us a van,” Joseph smiled and took a sip of his beer.

“Can you trust him?” I said skeptically.

“Of course, I mean he’s in it too,” he said with a dull face.

“Well, it is all or nothing,” I sat back and relaxed.

I thought it was too good to be true. The first few hours we were slow and did not know what to do. Progress on developing the plan was slow. Joseph had called them and told them to come over. Then about three hours later Joseph’s friends, Mark and James, came rushing through the door with notes and rolled up maps of the bank, the town, and the escape route.

“We prepared a bit, and thinking that you guys don’t have that much experience, we planned out a general outline,” James grinned and the twins sat down.

They helped us a lot. After the twins showed us the general plan and what we needed, we started to pitch in. I started to believe that everything was going to work out. And finally, after two days straight of planning, we figured out a decent plan and what to do in most possibilities. So here it is:

We park in the back of the bank, and there is a back door meant for an exit. we quietly approach with our guns hidden but masks on. We only have two real guns so the others will be airsoft replicas. James (with a real gun) will round up all the customers in a corner and kill the security guard. Joseph will take all the cellphones from the customers and take the youngest person as the hostage.  Mark (with a real gun) will shoot in the air to scare the hostages. I will point the gun at the clerk and get the money. James will then go to the ATM and blow it up with a small-size TNT and get the money inside there. When Mark and I are done, we rush out first with the money, then Joseph will take a hostage and follow us. James will be in the back making sure no one will follow us and shoot anyone that might be dangerous.

Part 2: We get in a minivan and drive through a back alley 30 miles east. We release the hostage early at an obvious point so some cops will fall back. There will be a checkpoint where we switch cars to try to avoid the cops. After 40 miles north, we go to an abandoned farm where we change clothes and cars again. We have stolen a total of four cars in the last three weeks of our preparation from completely different places. There will be two extra checkpoints just incase the cops chase us to the closest one.

The day has finally come. It was the day that will either destroy or greatly better my life. We were all nervous when we ran in. Mark shot in the air.

“Hands up and in the corner now!” James yelled. Our masks made our heads look bigger, I guess that was good. Joseph took the cell phones from each person and taking their bags and wallets. I pointed the fake but heavy gun at the clerk.

“Put the money in the bag and I won’t kill you,” I tried to sound as scary as possible.

“Please sir, don’t kill me!”

“I said put the money in the bag! Or I’ll bust your head!” He did as I said. Man, I am good at bluffing, I thought. He handed me the bag full of the beautiful money and I shivered when I saw it. I took the bag. Then the clerk suddenly grabbed my hand pulled it towards him. He punched me, took my mask off, and threw it across the room. I took my dagger and stabbed his face. I scrambled across the room trying not to show my face. I picked up the mask and put it on. By that time, James was done with the ATM and we headed to the door. Joseph was holding the hostage. Her hands were tied by a rope and Joseph was pointing a gun at her head. We got in the car and drove away.

After we released the hostage, changed our clothes and car, we went to James and Mark’s old cabin near the mountain.

“Wooh! We did it! We’re rich!” Joseph yelled as he poured all of us a glass of wine. Joseph turned on the TV and started watching a football game. James passed out on the couch, but Mark and I were eager to count the money. We had gotten about 2 million dollars and we splitted it four ways. I had half a million and I was rich. I was dreaming what I was going to do with this money when I heard my phone ring and I went outside to answer it. It was from Martha.

“Is that you on the news?!”

“Wait, I can explain,” I said quickly and switched the channel.  It was my face on the local evening news. First I thought why the hell I am in the news, then I remembered what I have done.

“Jesus Christ,” Joseph said. Everyone was breathless.

“You told me you are gonna get us the treatment money, but not in this way,”  she was crying, “I thought you were better.”  And the phone got cut off. That was the moment I knew my life was over.

Ever since that day, Michael has been a wanted fugitive. His wife took custody of his children and changed her name. For the rest of his life, he has to live in the shadow along side of crimes. The bad thing he did for a good reason turned into his worst nightmare.

By Riki Hernandez

Junior High creative writing sample

Diamonds, Dads, and Dull Houses

I was stepping down the streets with Lacey, glancing at the displays in the windows. I laughed at the odd-looking pink dress that hung on the showcase and she praised the shining leather boots which sat proudly in a shop. She was clutching her hairbrush, occasionally running it through her hair. We quickly shuffled through a narrow space between two boutiques and emerged in a dim street with houses that all looked the same. The whole street seemed dead, silent and eerie. The eternal dullness was disrupted by a radiating jewelry shop filled with sparkling gems and gleaming metal. The sign said, ‘Pandora Jewelry’. Perching on the display was a sparkling, gorgeous diamond, strung by a glimmering golden chain. Lacey’s greedy expression reflected my emotions. I wanted it.

“I wish I wasn’t poor,” I murmured, gazing at the enchanting accessory. The chain curled into delicate swirls at the ends.

“Maddie, let’s go before we steal it,” she joked with a bitter smile.

I nodded, reluctantly peeling my eyes away from the necklace. She raced before me, her strawberry blonde curls trailing behind her. My footsteps were heavy as I dragged myself back to my house. Lacey mumbled a goodbye and I closed the door shut with a huge bang.
“Dad!” I yelled, skidding down the corridor.
We lived in a tiny apartment that barely fit two people and was built near the sea. The dirty white wallpaper was peeling off and the colors of the doors were turning pale. My room was small, the size of a monkseal. We had no dining room or living room so we ate in the kitchen and had installed the TV right next to the sink, so it was always in the danger of short-circuiting from the water.

My cat, Mimi, greeted me as I entered the kitchen. It smelled of burning meat and something rotten, and the TV was blaring with the maximum volume. The smell made my eyes water and I had to pinch my nose. The air tasted stale for we usually never open the windows. My father was singing loudly to the song that had come up on the channel he was watching. He seemed to be the one cooking.

“Dad!” I yelled over my dad’s tone-deaf singing and the TV’s equally bad song. “Dad, can you buy me a necklace for my birthday?”

“Sorry, sweetie! I can’t hear you!” he called in a sing-song voice.
I sighed and raised my voice. “Necklace for my birthday!”
He turned off the TV and turned to me with a stern gaze. “Madison, you know we’re poor, right? I can’t just go buying expensive accessories for you.”

“But…” I started to say, but I knew it was hopeless. Once my dad put his mind on something, he seldom changed his mind. “Okay.”

I hung my head, walking back to my room while grumbling about poverty. Mimi followed me, rubbing against my leg and purring loudly to get my attention. I squeezed through the door and jumped over the pile of books on the floor. The whole room was messy and I couldn’t walk a step without treading on something. I pulled out my laptop from underneath a jumble of dirty clothes and picked my cat up from the floor. As I scratched her warm calico fur, I searched the Internet for ‘Pandora Jewelry’. An advertisement popped up, showing the necklace I fell in love with. Even in pixels, the diamond was beautiful and gleaming. I felt a something foreign bubbling inside of me: rage. I was angry that I couldn’t buy the necklace. I was angry at the shop owner for selling such a fine piece of art. Through my anger, I suddenly had an idea. I was going to steal the necklace.

“How to pick a lock…” I murmured, scrolling down to find a good website.
It was a wonder how easily people put these things on the Internet. I quickly learned the way to open a lock.

Once I mastered the way to unlock something with my own door lock, I planned when to break in.
“Tuesday… I have to go do gymnastics. Thursday seems good,” I whispered to myself, trying not to let my dad hear me.

Mimi meowed in response, regarding me with her emerald green eyes. I rubbed her head.
“Yeah, maybe what I’m going to do is wrong.” I frowned. “I shouldn’t do it.”

The next day, Monday, Lacey and I passed through the narrow path, into the boring street. We found the jewelry shop, gleaming golden. Lacey, as always, was holding her hairbrush and was pointing it at the diamond necklace. It sat right where it was the day before. I stopped and stared for a long time. I had changed my mind. I was going to steal it, no matter what.

“Hey, Lace?” I suddenly called, rushing to catch up with her.
“What?” Lacey asked, looking at me with her stone gray eyes.
I cleared my throat. “Can you promise not to betray me?”

Lacey punched my arm affectionately and said, “Of course I won’t. We’re best friends, aren’t we?”
I thought about telling her my plan to steal the diamond necklace, but I stopped myself. I could save it as a surprise for next time.

“Okay then,” I said, sighing in relief. “Thanks.”

Thursday came in a rush as if it had taken a shortcut. I hadn’t expected it to come so fast. I spent the whole school hours trying to keep my heart rate steady and my nerves calm. When evening came, I left my apartment, telling my dad that I was going to go sleep at Lacey’s house. That was half true, because I was going to go there after I stole the diamond.

I headed for the jewelry shop. The street was quiet as always, no pedestrians around. I noticed different things in the houses that I had never spotted before. The blue mailbox in front of a brown-painted door, bright pink curtains on a window at the dark apartment next door. It was as if it was my last walk through the neighborhood.

I finally stood before Pandora Jewelry Shop. Although it was dark, it still emitted a feeling of wealth and good luck. I hesitated for a moment, feeling the wind slap my face. The snow crunched and sloshed beneath my feet. An airplane flew ahead, roaring loudly. I calmed myself down, breathing steadily. Snow fell into my mouth, tasting cold and kind of salty. It smelled like metal and the ocean. I slowly walked to the shop and knelt before the lock. There was no turning back now.

Breaking in was easy. I ran into the shop, down the stairs, and found a circuit breaker. I pulled it down, deactivating all the security cameras. The accessories were locked inside a glass case at the back of the store. I unlocked it quickly and grabbed the diamond. I looked around to see if there was anything that would leave a clue that I had come. I wiped off my fingerprints on the glass case, closed it, and swiftly went back outside. I shouldered my bag and made my way to Lacey’s.

Ring, ring. Glowing with pride, I rang the doorbell to Lacey’s house. Her house was small, like mine, and old. It was two stories high, but each floor only took up a tiny amount of space. The doorbell was cold and the ringing sound was kind of broken and high-pitched. Lacey’s mom opened the door.
“Hello, Madison,” she welcomed me with a beaming smile. “What brings you here so late?”
“Uh… A surprise sleepover!” I replied, adding a small, “Ta-daa!”
She laughed lightly. “Oh, Madison, you’re so funny. Come on in.”
She let me go upstairs as soon as I stepped in. The stairs creaked under my weight.
“Lace!” I shouted, stopping outside her room.
“What?” She banged open the door and looked at me in surprise. “Maddie, what are you doing here?”
“I want to show you something,” I said, ushering her inside the room.

The whole room was purple, even her shelf and bedsheets. She had loved purple since she was born. Her hairbrush was perched on the violet drawer beside her bed. I flopped onto the lilac bed and leaned against the periwinkle wall, taking out the necklace from my jacket pocket and setting it on her pillow.
“How’d you get this?” she asked, her voice surprised and hushed.
I said, “I stole it,” and started to recount my amazingly brilliant plan in swiping the necklace.
When I was done, she did something unexpected. She had looked at me with horror and told me to give it back.

“Why?” I asked, staring at her in question. “Don’t you think it’s a great idea?”
“You stole it!” she murmured with panic.
I didn’t understand what she was so upset about. I thought we were best friends and that we could tell anything to each other. Sure, I felt a bit guilty, but I was genius to think of such a thing.
“Why are you so scared?” I inquired, confused.
“Don’t you get it? You might get caught!”
I felt like that was impossible. Because I was so wallowed in my glory, I didn’t think that could happen. I laughed noisily, snapping my head back.
“No way, no way!” I breathed through bursts of laughter.
She scowled. “What are you saying? Your plan is full of flaws. First of all-”
“Oh, shut up. I’ll be fine.”
She had a worried look on her face, glancing at the necklace again and again. I fell asleep after we ate her mom’s cooking like nothing had happened. Her lilac bed felt warm and cozy and my stomach was full, so I started snoring without even changing into my pyjamas. I still can’t believe what happened when I woke up.

I rose to the sound of people, both men and women, shouting. Somebody pulled me up by the armpits and dragged me down the stairs. I was half asleep and drowsy, so I let them. It was so early in the morning, I didn’t know why there were so many people. When I finally came to my senses, two policemen were tugging me towards a police car. What’s happening? I thought as I was shoved into the car. I saw Lacey outside, gazing at me with frosty eyes. At least, at the time, I thought they were frosty.

I was questioned and was announced that the trial was due in a week. I also was told that Lacey had called the police while I was sleeping. My dad came to the police station and yelled at me for being so stupid. I still didn’t understand. I went through all that trouble getting the necklace, only to be betrayed by my best friend who had promised to be trustworthy. I was expelled from school and grounded.
It was trial day, after a long week of getting scolded and picked on. When the judge called me, I told him my plan and said I was very sorry. The court was deserted and smelled of wood. The judge seemed nice enough. I got sent to a reform school. All the kids around me looked tough and mean and picked fights all the time. The school was always noisy and the food tasted really bad. It smelled like blood, for some reason. I hated it.

I planned for the day when I would reencounter Lacey. I knew I would detest her for my whole life and I really wanted to kill her. She sent me letters, filled with excuses and apologies, as if that would let her escape from the guilt of ruining my life.

I won’t let her slip away from doing that. I burned with revenge and rage. To this day, I cannot wait to get my vengeance and I’m anxious for the day I will meet Lacey, even if it means getting caught again and, this time, for a worse crime.

By Rimako Matsumoto

PE Location Change

Dear KAIS Families,

Due to the rain, we will be unable to use the outdoor futsal courts as planned. Junior High and 9th grade students should come to KAIS as usual by 9:40 a.m. for morning announcements.

College Night is Coming!

 

On Monday March 17th, come to KAIS to hear about post graduation opportunities and learn about the college experience.  Three teachers from different parts of the world and various experiences to share will host college night.  Come armed with questions and concerns.  We look forward to seeing everyone there!

School is CANCELLED 2/14

Dear Parents and Students,

Based on the weather reports, warning from the government of heavy snowfall, and decision of several other international schools in the area, KAIS will be closed today, Friday 2/14.  We hope everyone has a safe day and enjoys the snow.

★ P.E. 1/27/2014 ★

It was a great first P.E. class of the 2nd semester. We started with lunges, wheelbarrows, and animal walks before jumping into the WOD (Workout Of the Day). Then we capped off class with some hill sprints, a river run, and basketball.

W.O.D.

For time:
50m Run
10 Push-ups
10 Squats
50m Run
9 Push-ups
9 Squats
50m Run
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1 Push-up
1 Squat