February 19, 2008
By Amanda Schirpsema, Mattawan, MI

When I get my feelings hurt I run outside where

the pinkish sun is gazing at me. I feel like a...................dieing bird slowly fading away. My last chirps are chirp chir chi ch c.

Then, silent .The bird is gone,... gone like
the cold wind blowing in my face. As the sun went down the moon came up. The sun was no longer gazing at me, It was the full moon staring at me. I no more felt like a dieing bird,I felt inside me something trying to burst out. Soon I felt as if I was a soaring eagle. A very proud soaring eagle.

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