Fascinating Stars

“Nine thousand years ago there was a constellation in the sky named Scorpius that had just been formed,” Elle told the children huddled around the campfire.
A small hand shot up from the group and a little boy, no older then 6 asked,
“what’s a constellation?” Elle sat and thought for a couple of seconds trying to
think of an educated way to tell the children about constellations, but at the same time not bore them to death.
“Well my young grasshoppers, a constellation is a group of stars that identify
mythological creatures that once roamed the earth!” Elle said, twisting it only a little. Most of the children oooooooo’d and ahhhhhh’d wanting to hear about the constellations, especially the Scorpius one.
“Now, back to the Scorpius story. Scorpius was a giant-” Elle got cut off by the camp director coming in.
“Hiya Anthony! Need anything?” Elle asked, a little annoyed by the fact that he interrupted her story.
“Well I’m sorry to break up the fun but it’s time to go back to your cabins kids,” Anthony disappointedly said as he motioned all the sad and whiney kids back to their cabin. Elle sadly looked at Anthony, this was the last night at camp and all the kids would go home tomorrow! She would never be able to finish her story unless the kids came back next year. But still, she was quite disappointed in the fact that she could never finish her story to these children. Sighing, Elle gets up from the wooden log that her butt was occupying. She brushes off her nike shorts and tries to put out the fire with the bucket of water conveniently placed next to the fire pit. Most of the fire distinguishes but Elle steps on the remaining embers with her chacos. Elle jogs to catch up with her cabin group and starts to direct them back to the cabin. All she can think about is the next group she is going to have. Will they be nice? Rude? Funny? Sarcastic? Elle ponders this as they walk down the dirt path back to the main camp.

“Lights out guys!” Elle softly yells to the children. She goes and hits the lights making the room dark. Elle shuffles to her bed trying not to trip over anything she cannot see. She climbs into her bed and grabs her blanket lying it over her body. She looks around the cabin seeing the faint silhouettes illuminated by the moon. Sadly sighing she looks out of one of the many windows and into the mesmerizing night. Her dream was slowly coming true, teaching kids about the stars and space but not in a dull classroom. Elle turns her gaze out the window to her decorated bed. She thought since she’ll be here for the whole summer why not snazz it up a bit with some paper stars and tinfoil planets. She chuckles as she sees one of her favorite words on a stretched out star. Spaghettification was written in bold yellow letters that were stretched out almost like a noodle. It was ‘falling’ into a black hole, or what is really just a circle of black construction paper. Smirking a tad, Elle turns her attention back to the night sky. She searches for one of her favorite constellations. Spotting it she happily hums, the Cancer constellation is definitely one of her favorite constellations. The light snores of the children awakens Elle from her little dream. She realizes that she’ll have to get up quite early to get the kids ready for their departure of camp. Elle inhales and exhales slowly before falling into a lovely peaceful sleep.

My Favorite Poem

Where the Sidewalk Ends by Shel Silverstein
There is a place where the sidewalk ends
And before the street begins,
And there the grass grows soft and white,
And there the sun burns crimson bright,
And there the moon-bird rests from his flight
To cool in the peppermint wind.Let us leave this place where the smoke blows black
And the dark street winds and bends.
Past the pits where the asphalt flowers grow
We shall walk with a walk that is measured and slow,
And watch where the chalk-white arrows go
To the place where the sidewalk ends.Yes we’ll walk with a walk that is measured and slow,
And we’ll go where the chalk-white arrows go,
For the children, they mark, and the children, they know
The place where the sidewalk ends.
I picked this as my favorite poem because this was the first poem that really got me into to poetry. After I read this poem and the rest of the book, Where the Sidewalk Ends, I went on a poetry loving phase putting so many poems on my wall. The first poem to go onto my wall was of course, “Where the Sidewalk Ends”.

You Should Visit Texas Because…

It has Austin! The weirdest capital in the country :D.

Austin has a bunch of music such as ACL, a 3 day music festival with famous artists and lots of food, South by South West, a week long music festival (which is now the biggest music festival in the world!),  and Fun Fun Fun Fest, which has a lot of big bands and great music!

Austin also has amazing food. Barley and Swine, for example, is a fantastic restaurant with interesting food like duck, sweet breads, and rabbit. Also Uchiko which is a great sushi restaurant.

Austin, in my opinion, is known for its great food and awesome music, also for being weird And you should definitely visit it when you come to Texas!

Why Breakfast is Important

My stomach grumbles. My mom was right when she said to eat breakfast. Why did I miss the most essential meal of the day?!

Without breakfast you couldn’t make it to lunch! It’s the startingpoint of your day. breakfast provides the nutrients and energy you need. Last time I missed breakfast I was groggy, irreitible and had trouble focusing.

Futhermore, breakfast is the jump start to your day. It wakes up your brain. When you first wake up your eyes are open but your mind is still in lala and, dancing in a meadow of flowers, and you’d be like that till lunch! Imagine having a test. Studies show that kids who don’t have breakfast before a test don’t do as well as kids who do eat breakfast. When it comes to testing you do not want to be groggy.

Whether pancakes, waffles, or eggs breakfast gets you through the day. Breakfast-though delicious- is also important. So don’t forget your breakfast, it will save your day.


I think about everything. Some things I over think, some I under think. I have the most spontaneous creative thoughts at 2:00 am! I grab a pen and paper, then start to draw or write. Thoughts about life, love, equality and about my future pop into my mind.

Some thoughts come within a dream or just talking to my friends. Does this happen to anyone else?


Under a tree or on your Birthday,

Wrapped in paper or in a bag.

Coming from the ones you love,

with joy and care,

You probably adore the feeling of opening a big bag or a little small box.

If you like it or not you will always thank them for the appreciation.

Presents, a small little bundle of joy.

Prepostion poem

The Castle

Along the gravel path
As the gates approach
Behind my horse
Into the kingdom
Above strange people look
Down upon me
Beneath my feet
At the rumbling stone
With all the castle secrets
In front of my eyes