Mr. Van’s trying to get me to join the new poetry club at Meadowbrook. A bunch of kids who went to Emerson Elementary thought up the idea. They meet on Wednesdays after school, write poems, eat snacks, and share their work. They’re talking about doing a coffeehouse this spring so people can read their poems to an audience. It sounds cool, even though there won’t be actual coffee.Takedown by Laura Shovan
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This Little Puppy
Grover waddles into the room, snuffling my backpack. He sounds more like a pig than a dog.
On the Mat
Kenna says I’ll do the right thing, but I don’t know what that is. Wrestlers are supposed to be strong, and fearless, but I’m eleven. This is way bigger than I am