Today is a rainy Friday. Fridays are supposed to be fun and exciting, arriving at school with the satisfaction that you only have oe more day of learning before your weekend begins. BUt not this one. I can see the expressions on people's faces, and I know no one is going to be in a good mood. This morning at the bus stop, i could hear the splash of cars speeding through the rain filled puddles and the sound of rain drops plummiting to the ground. I can practically feel my freshly straightened hair frizzing. I can taste the cold fall air hovering.

Dances Like Sun

As a young girl,

She moved as though no one was watching.

She loved the stage.

She loved the spotlight.

Her friend, so dear

Was always by her side,

Until she went away,

Then her feet suddenly stopped.

For years she went,

With something missing inside.

Until a solution aroused,

Needed was a girl to fill up a class.

She gave it a chance,

And once again fell in love.

But dancers were dropping,

To the floor like bugs.

On the stage, she danced so strong.

The light shining off her,
saving the day,

This is where she belongs.

Her act of bravery, gave here the name,
Dances like Sun, that is her name.

Autumn

Today is the first day of autumn, or fall. When i think of autumn, so many things come to mind. I think of the distinct smell of the chilly, brisk air and the colorful leaves swirling through it. I immediately think of the distinct smell of the chilly, brisk autumn air and the sight of colorful leaves swirling through it. Fall also brings a brand new school year and the rigorous field hockey season that comes with it. Autumn doesn't only change the weather and color of the leaves, but it brings a change in people too. It is now the time to really buckle down and focus on your work. Long gone are the days of summer, the beach, the sun, your freedom. But hey, look on the bright side, only nine month to go! =)

Cree Name Short Story- Dances Like Sun

In her younger years, she would move to the beat of a different drum. While all the others were timid and shy, she would go out there and shine like the sun. Always upbeat and energetic, as soon as she got out there, all eyes were on her. You could tell by the way she danced, that she had a bright future. She continued with her hobby for a few years, until her most loyal friend Kathryn moved away. She had been with her in lessons since day one, ad she couldn’t imagine dancing with out her. She left her dance school, longing to go back in, put on her ballet flats and practice her pliyes with Kathryn, but unless she was by her side, the thought of dancing again didn’t even cross her mind.
She lived the next few years pursuing other hobbies. She tried softball, field hockey, even tennis, but nothing amounted to her love of the arts. Then her day finally came. When the girl was in sixth grade, one of her friends told her she was switching dance schools and knew she used to dance, so she asked her to join with her. The former dancer was reluctant to accept the offer, she hadn’t dance in years, but with a little pushing from her friends she decided to try it. Within her first class, she picked up right where she left off in ballet, tap and modern. She leaped, sashayed and frolicked across the floor, pouring her heart and soul into class every night. But halfway through the season, dancers started dropping like flies. Girls were twisting their ankles and many quit because of other commitments. By recital time, only three girls were left, including our star.
It was the day of the final show, the girl walked up to the hotel, head held high, and the light June night breeze blowing through her hair. Her stomach was crawling with butterflies, more of angst than nerves. She briskly signed in and walked to her waiting room to meet the rest of her class. But when she walked in, only one girl was waiting for her. Her name was Lauren; she was new to dancing so she wasn’t too keen on the steps yet. The announcer called their names, they were on deck. The girls mind raced with thoughts; should they leave? Should they perform minus one girl in a dance choreographed for three? She tried explaining the situation to the announcer but she was too flustered and shoved them onto the stage. She looked out into the crowd to see hundreds of faces looking up at her. Above her, the hot lights streaming down onto her sweating face. The music began and so did the girl’s feet. She swiftly danced around the stage, not forgetting one step along the way, and improvising where the missing student was needed. When the music finally stopped, the crowd roared with applause. She gripped Lauren’s hand and they took their well deserved bow. Backstage, she was greeted by her teacher, “Wow, that was incredible,” he beamed, “From now on I will call you Dances Like Sun.” And that is how a star was born.