AMBER THE GREAT

I don't often brag about Amber since the things she's involved in aren't as public as a football game- in any case- I am braggin' today! Yesterday they announced the winners of the Reflections contest for our school and Amber won 1st place for a poem she wrote! She was so excited. When I get it back- I'll send it out for you to read. Anyway, her work now goes to the district to be judged there and if she wins there then to a regional thing and on and on. Most people probably don't know, but she writes song lyrics and poems a lot. In fact we have journals and notebooks full of them. She has been singled out before by various teachers for her great creative writing and had one of her stories picked a few years ago to be acted out by a theater group. Here is her latest story- although not the winning one- it gives you an idea of her cleverness (and her hate of anything healthy). YEAH Amber!

The Scariest Halloween Ever

By Amber Miller

"Trick or Treat!" Sheryl and Marie held out their bags.

"Oh, hi girls," cooed Mrs. Adams. "Here you go. Three candy bars for each of you."

"Thank you Mrs. Adams. Happy Halloween!

It was your typical Halloween- kids were trick or treating, pranks were pulled and parties were thrown. But something seemed wrong to Sheryl. She couldn't put her finger on it, so she kept quiet.

"Come on Sherrie." Marie pulled Sheryl to the last house. "I want more candy!" She jumped up and down.

Sheryl replied nervously, "I...I...I...don't think we should go to that house. I mean we already have enough candy to last us a year- or five. Anyhow, you're getting to hyper again. Besides we are fourteen- we should be pulling pranks."

"We're growing girls and we need our sugar. Come on. Are you scared?" questioned Marie.

Sheryl didn't reply. She was heading toward the house. "Wait for me!"

As the girls knocked on the door it slowly opened revealing an old parlor. Cobwebs and spiders covered everything. The smell of dust and mold made them sneeze. "Come on, let's explore." Marie jogged down the hall and around the corner.

Sheryl said, "Wait up", as she ran down the hall after her friend. When she caught up, the friends headed down a spiraling staircase. Down. Down. Down. Then suddenly a black cat popped out of nowhere. "Oh! A cat. How cute!" they said. Without flinching they walked down the rest of the steps. At the bottom, Sheryl and Marie bumped into a witch! Next to her was a wizard! "Wow!" they said. "Trick or treat."

"Well, what do we have here Miz Liz?" the handsome wizard asked the witch. The wizard had shiny, smooth, black hair. Perched on his flawless hair was a purple hat with orange stars. He wore purple and orange polka dot robes. The wizard was lying on a lawn chair with a wand in his pocket. In his hand was a gold cup full of slimy, green liquid.

"I don't know Bobby, by by the looks of their outfits, I think Halloween's back." The witch was dressed in black with a pointy, black hat on her long, flowing blond hair. She was stirring a pot with a purple and yellow bubbling substance. She too had a wand in her pocket. "Where are our manners?" said the witch extending her hand. "I'm Miz Liz Batty and this is Bobby Jack O'Lanny. I suppose you would like your candy." The girls nodded their heads. "Okay," they said. The witch pulled a box out of the cupboard and out of the box she pulled...VEGETABLES- carrots, lettuce, spinach and peas.

"AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" the girls screamed. They ran up the stairs, through the corridor, past the hall, out the door, and past the broken mailbox. They didn't stop until the got home. To this day they will not do two things: 1) go near that house and 2) they still won't eat their vegetables.

The End

Where does she come up with these ideas?!