Slice-of-Life Day Twelve Entries

What is it about Midnight?
by Amber M, 5th Grade Heritage

What is it about midnight?
The hour of night, or morning.
The hour of the unknown.
Is it the 15th of May or the 16th?
The hour when my eyes get soooo droopy,
But my brain is awake.
Awake and alive telling me,
Telling me just one hour more
Of reading won’t kill me.

What is it about midnight?
Maybe the messy bun,
With my little wispies all over my head.

What is it about midnight?
Maybe it’s my light.
The bright, golden glow of my light
That hangs off my desk.
Or maybe it’s my books.
Oh my gods, (LOL book reference) my books.
My lovely stacks of paper.
And no, it’s not just paper and words,
And it’s not just the alphabet repeated
Over and over again.
It’s so much more than that!
My books are full of emotion,
Of horror,
Than happiness
My books are full of edge.
My books are not audio books.
Not e-books.
My books do not make me suffer.
No pain in my eyes as I read through.
No pain like I would have trying to read the horrible tiny letters on my iPod,
With its disgraceful white background
That gives me a headache.
You couldn’t imagine,
Maybe, it’s the pages.
The off-white paper with perfect black
Letters that are everything but fake.

What is it about midnight?
What is it that pulls the covers closer?
My eyelids wider open.
The urge to know what happens next.
Just one more page.
No five.
No, one more chapter.
Soon, it’s one
And my mom tells me it’s lights off.
But I will never forget midnight.




My Puppy
by Noah F, 3rd Grade Heritage

Almost two times a week
The same thing happens
Someone in my family
Steps in Hershey’s pee.

Our puppy is a ninja.
When we are not watching he disappears
He tiptoes quietly
To find a place to go to the bathroom
In our house!

Sometimes he goes outside
But not enough
But now he’s good at it a little
He just stands at the door
And waits.
That’s our ninja pup.