A moving object will continue in a straight line unless something happens to knock it off its course. Some say this is also true of stories.
The Voyage to Magical North by Claire Fayers
A Straight Line
Quotes
Poetry Club
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
Blue Ink
The note said: SOMEONE IN THIS CLASS IS A WITCH. It was written in capital letters in ordinary blue ballpoint, and it had appeared between two of the geography books Mr. Crossley was marking. Anyone could have written it.
Witch Week by Diana Wynne Jones
A Serious Offense
It was a serious offense to invite a Deep Witch to cross the border of the Five Kingdoms. They had been banished many years before, together with werewolves and sorcerers.
The Bag of Bones by Vivian French
Friendly Witch
“It is kind of you to wear that,” said Boq. “Blue is the color of the Munchkins, and white is the witch color; so we know you are a friendly witch.”
The Wizard of Oz by L. Frank Baum
Easy as Pi
Pi’s a number from the simplest thing there is, and still it can’t be calculated exactly. It’s like it outsmarted all the biggest mathematicians, and made supercomputers crash, seriously. No one knows what pi’s gonna do next.
The Unknowns by Benedict Carey
Number One
t’s a good thing I met Peyton when we were only four. Because if we’d met in sixth grade, I’m not sure the Number One Jock and Number One Nerd would be such good friends.
Xander and the Lost Island of Monsters by Margaret Dilloway
On a Waffle
She made about a million waffles while I sat there. She had to make about a million every day because at The Girl on the Red Swing they served everything on a waffle.
Everything on a Waffle by Polly Horvath
Fitting In
All this time I thought it was my fault that I couldn’t figure out how to fit in. But now I see. You can’t ever fit in like a number or a letter, because friendship’s not a puzzle or a cipher. There’s no answer that you get right or wrong. You don’t “get” friends. You are one. You have one.
This is Not a Werewolf Story by Sandra Evans
Sign Language
I put the picture of the sign for forgot in my head—four fingers sliding across the forehead like they’re wiping away a thought. Sometimes the signs took me to a different thinking place.
Feathers by Jacqueline Woodson
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