My Jolly Rancher Poem

My Dream, My Secret Is You
By: Addie Miller

I have a secret
And maybe you can guess it.
Do you need a hint, my darling?
It's a dream, a goal, one thing I want in life.
Maybe I will tell you what it is.
But, I want you to guess first...
Please, love?
Okay, I will tell you for I can't hold back anymore.
My love, my life, a wonderful person so contrite.
You, my dear, are my secret.
The one thing I want in life.
My dream, my goal, is to marry you and
Love only you.
Do you want me, too?
I would hope so, although
This Is much to ask.
But, dear sweet one,
I love you and,
I know you love me, too.

A Typical Day of Ralph

Waking up, I go to my clothes chest and open the drawers, looking for a clean uniform. Once I'm done dressing, I walk down to the first floor of our house (we have three floors) where my breakfast of eggs, toast, and orange juice is waiting for me. I shovel down my breakfast fast for my father is waiting at the door for me. I grab my books and out the door we go, down five steps to the street below. My father walks with me to the corner, and then we go our separate ways until 8:00 at night, and even then we don't always see each other until morning comes.
Anyways, I walk to the school to the big wooden doors. The school used to be a small castle-like structure, and also, was once used as a little church. It has bee re-modeled a little to look more modern, but it still has it's deep and dark scariness to it, with sconces that still hang along the long corridors. I walk through the halls, alone and in my own little world, to each of my classes as the bells ring. The mornings always go by slow, and then lunch, with the afternoon classes flying by fast like eagles. The final bell rings at 3:30 p.m., signaling the end of the school day. I go out the big wooden doors, walking slowly around the corner to my house. I walk through the iron gates, up the steps, and through the front door. I drop my books on the bench and wait for my father to call me so I know when he will be home this evening.
Just another typical day for me.

My Fear by Addie Miller

My Fear

Walking alone.
The blackness engulfs me.
There are no stars, no moon.

The trees' branches look like long, spindly fingers trying to grab me.
Footsteps approach me.
I push myself up against the nearest tree, hoping they don't see me.

They walk, slowly stopping in front of me.
All I see are small orange embers, and the smoke that floats away from his dry mouth.
Does he see me?

My heart beats fast, like hummingbirds' wings.
Finally, after what seems like a lifetime, he moves away.
I slowly come out of the shadows, but still the night engulfs me.

Wishing you were here beside me to save me from this godforsaken fear of mine.
I am still, sadly, scared of the blackness that once again engulfs me, spirit and soul, and the things in it.

A Letter to Whoever...

Dear...

We've been on this island for awhile now, but still nobody listens to me. It makes me sad and mad because they think I'm just a fat, dumb person. They are all losing order and not thinking things through. They should have made shelters first... But no. They had to act like a bunch of wild kids and run up the mountain to start a fire.

The island is big, and it's hard to keep track of everyone. We have already lost one little 'un. No one knows where he is and if he will ever come back.

It's always hot here, and so far, we are only eating fruit. Jack hasn't killed a pig at all yet. I don't know if he will or not, though. I don't like Jack. He always yells at me and tells me to be quiet when I have something important to say. They have all forgotten what the conch means it seems. I just want to get off this dreadful island; back to my auntie. It's hard with my asthma, and there aren't many clean clothes left to wipe my glasses on.

If someone finds this, please come help us...before more of us disappear or we turn savage on each other.

Sincerely,

Piggy