Friday, October 31, 2014

Dally - The OHS Ghost

                                        Dally - The OHS Ghost

Have you ever seen a ghost at OHS, roaming the halls happily? No? Well, I have, her name is Dally. I will tell you the story of how I met Dally. One cool October day, I was dared by some friends to go into the abandoned modular outside of OHS. Of course, my friend, Samantha, automatically volunteered to go with me, as she was the dare devil of the group. “I’ll go, too!” she yelled cheerfully. Samantha and I slowly walked into the swaying, white modular. As we entered a sweet voice piped up, “Hi, who are you two?” Samantha shrieked, and hid behind me, as I steadily marched deep into the modular, curious of the eerie modular and it’s squeaky voices coming from within. Suddenly a cool breeze slid past me, and a young girl stood above me. Wait, above me! Yes, the girl was floating above me leisurely. 

I gawked at the young girl as I mustered up the courage to ask, “H-Hi, w-what’s your name, who are you?” She giggled, her blonde curls bouncing up and down, “ME, I’m Dally, the OHS ghost!” At that instant Samantha might have fainted and dropped to the floor, if the whole modular hadn’t of suddenly turned into a new, neon covered room. Dally was very tan, bright blue eyes, bouncing blonde hair, and was wearing a teal lace dress with perfectly painted nails and toenails. I gawked at her, she was a living image of perfect. Dally saw how confused I was and explained herself, pointing to different places for effect, “ I’m Dally, the OHS ghost, this is my house, that I redid for myself, I’m sixteen years old, and I have a british accent…” She then carried on joyously, “… that about sums me up!” I gawked at her as I looked around her neon ‘house’, she had a large bed in the corner of the room and a miniature, white rug sprawled on the floor in the middle of the room. She also had many pictures of friends and family on the baby blue walls, along with a very immense stereo by the door. There were two doors on the left side of the modular, which apparently led to a tiny kitchen, and a fancy bathroom. 

Suddenly Samantha was snooping around in Dally’s belongings, when she found nothing interesting, she plopped onto Dally’s fluffy bed. “Anything else you want to tell us?” Samantha said, egging Dally on. “Nope,” Dally said grimly, glaring at Samantha. “Ook, we can stop glaring at each other… NOW,” I told my two unforgiving friends. The two stopped glaring at each other and peered at me, probably wondering what to do next. “I guess we’ll see you later, Dally!” I said cheerfully, practically running out of the modular, Samantha close behind. “Well, that was ca-re-pyy don’t you think!?” Samantha whispered to me while we steadily walked away from Dally’s home.

The next day Samantha and I were walking through the hallway when we saw Dally, trying to teach a not-so-innocent kid how to waltz. She dropped a small radio on the hallway floor, and turned on a waltz. She scoped the horrified kids, suddenly picking her victim, a large boy, who had pushed a small girl in the hallway earlier. “YOU, are a bully, mister,” she said waving her perfectly polished finger under his nose. He glared at her while she took his hand and forced him into a waltzing position, “NOW, you will dance!” 

Dally started to push and pull the bully, Tyson. “Come on, your better than that, get your form up!” Dally mumbled under her breath to Tyson. Now all the kids in the hallway were gathered around Dally and her victim, giggling and laughing hysterically. Suddenly Tyson had had enough, apparently, and shoved away from Dally. “ENOUGH!” the school principal yelled while he stormed towards us. Suddenly all the kids scattered, while Dally disappeared behind the trophy safe, and Tyson sat there, mortified. 

“Mister Tyson! What were you doing?!” the principal shrieked into the vacant hallway. “Dally only dances with someone if they were, A) being naughty, or, B) being a bully!” the principal bellowed. While this conversation was going on I was hiding behind the trophy case with Dally, snickering. Suddenly Dally heard how much trouble Tyson was getting into and floated out from behind the trophy case, straight-faced. “Mr. Principal, he WAS being a bully, but you don’t have to, um, yell at him like that,” she stuttered, looking down. The principal also looked down, ashamed, and said, “Thank you, Dally.” 

Tyson snapped out of his trance and glared at Dally and the principal, I giggled from behind the trophy case. All three heads snapped my way, as Dally laughed and said, “Oh, that was just me, sorry.” From then on Dally has been my best friend, oh and don’t forget Samantha. She floats to all the same classes as me, dances, sings, and most of all protects the victims of bullies. I love Dally, the victim protecter, outgoing, loving, understanding, pretty, gossipy, and most of all happy, Dally. And sometimes, just sometimes, she tells me the story about how she became a ghost.

                        By: Sierra

Thursday, October 23, 2014

Adverb Poem

Jackie screams crazily,
Jackie screams crazily, hauntingly,
Jackie screams crazily, hauntingly, hungrily,
Crazily, hauntingly, hungrily, gruesomely,
When the moon is full

        By: Sierra

Friday, October 17, 2014

Hogwarts Halloween Feast

 The Hogwarts Halloween Feast

As I walked into the Great Hall, I saw millions of glowing, orange pumpkins. I admired the uniquely carved pumpkins, each of them glowing and floating in the air unrealistically. Harry and Ron woke me from my trance involving the sparkling pumpkins. “Hermione, hurry up or we won’t get a seat at the table!” Ron whisper-yelled, already watering at the mouth from even getting a tiny glance of watermelon stacked on the oak wood table
“Ok, ok, I’m coming,” I mumbled, now smelling the appetizing smells that were floating from the double doors, which led to the massive kitchen. I sat down at a never-ending table with Ron, Harry, and Ron’s two older twin brothers, who were pranking innocent people with their newest pranks. Suddenly, four ghastly ghosts, each one missing at least one body part, yelled their war cries as they galloped through the Great Hall, on their wounded horses. The new kids, who were new to Hogwarts, gawked at the ghosts, who were now clear across the Great Hall yelling their war cries, which were echoing off the bewitched ceiling. 
“Wow, what’s up with the ceiling?” I gasped, just now noticing the unrealistic ceiling. “Oh, it’s bewitched to look like the sky, I thought you knew,” Ron said, looking amused, and fighting back a grin. She gawked at the sparkling ceiling, which now had a comet zip across it quickly. The bewitched ceiling was an unrealistic version of the sky at night, in all it’s sparkling glory. Suddenly, bats zoomed around the Great Hall, announcing the entrance of the teachers, who taught at Hogwarts. The grand Dumbledore was leading the troop of teachers to the front of the massive room, each teacher sitting down at their assigned seats. Suddenly, monsters entered the room, roaring their entrance. Some were small, some were large, the small monsters skittered across the floor to their owners shyly, the large monsters slowly padded across the huge room, seeming to brag about themselves. Harry suddenly snapped his head upwards, whistling to his snow white owl, that was carrying a letter for him. His owl silently soared down to Harry, and landed gently on his shoulder, I gaped at the lovely owl. 
“This is just too much to take in…” I thought out loud. Ron laughed, and just shook his head at me. Suddenly, Dumbledore stood, and everything went deathly quiet. “Ahem, students, we will now begin the feast, new students we will choose your house out of the Hat after dinner, thank you,” Dumbledoor said graciously. Then, as if materializing out of nowhere, ginormous mounds of food popped up onto the shiny, golden plates. Immediately pitchers of orange, apple, and grape juice were put onto the table, and so was water and milk. Suddenly it was VERY loud, kids, adults, monsters, ghosts. All were laughing, whooping, talking, yelling, or making ruckus, like Ron’s mischievous twin brothers. As of right now they were exploding confetti bombs all around us. As if the kids had just then saw the food, everything got quiet, except for kids, monster, ghosts, and adults chomping on the flavorful food. 
There was all kinds of food; Italian noodles, lamb chops, fish of all types, ham, mashed potatoes, oranges, apples, grapes, watermelon, pineapple, enchiladas, fried rice, mushrooms, carrots, celery, peanut butter, meatloaf, and many more different types of foods. The glittering, golden goblets were filled with many different types of scrumptious liquids like; fresh milk, water from an aging well, all types of foamy pop, and fresh juice. I quickly ate until my stomach was completely full, I stuffed myself with enchiladas, mushrooms, ham, noodles, lamb chops, and drank water, Sierra Mist, and most of all Dr. Pepper. Everyone was hyped up on pop, so it sounded like a bomb had went off in the Great Hall, the only ones quiet were the teachers. All the teachers were sitting innocently, sipping their wine, clearly just letting all the children have fun, until the first day of real school, that was when the lectures would come. Ron was shoving chicken legs down his throat like it was the only food left in the world, and Harry was about to take a bite of his meatloaf when he suddenly became wan and ran to the bathroom. 
“Ron, stop being a pig!” I told him, suddenly guilty, realizing how harsh I was. Ron stopped, looked up, and, with his mouth full said, “Shhh, mea shungdry mea hwashent hash fwooz like thaisiwn long time!” I gawked at him in disbelief, not knowing what he had even said, I whispered, “Ron, stopping making a fool of yourself, and talk with your mouth NOT full, please!” Ron swallowed his food and laughed, “I said, I haven’t had food like this in a long time,” I shook my head, just when I saw all the food disappear. Ron drooped his head, looking like the world had just ended, “ Those chicken legs were delicious!” 
Suddenly the goblets filled with a sweet, buttery liquid, Butter Beer, and the shiny, golden plates had mountains of sweets on them, like; cake, cheesecake, ice-cream, peppermint sticks, ice-cream bars, Snickers, Reeses Peanut Butter Cups, Skittles, liquid fudge, sprinkles, and many more. Ron chugged the Butter Beer, and when the liquid was almost gone, it would magically refill. Then he used his silver spoon and scooped a bunch of bright skittles into a small bowl, put some mint ice-cream on top of the skittles, and almost a whole gallon of fudge on top. 
“Ron Weasley, you know better!” I whispered to him, as I shook my finger under his nose. I and Ron giggled as I did the same thing, except I put sprinkles on mine, instead of the colorful skittles. Harry came back to the table, gawking at us as we stuffed as many sweets as we could into our mouths. “WHAT are you guys DOING?” he mumbled, “… you just couldn’t wait for ME!” Harry laughed, dumping two scoops of chocolate ice-cream, a brownie, and a whole Snickers bar on top. That night we laughed, and had a wonderful time. Tomorrow was the first day of Hogwarts schooling though, and we were all nervous. How would you even learn to get around Hogwarts? Well, we’ll just have to wait.

                              By: Sierra 

Tuesday, October 14, 2014

"Hey! diddle, diddle..."

"Hey! diddle, diddle..."

Hey! diddle, diddle,
feline and the fiddle,
dairy cow rocketed over the moon;
tiny pup giggled
observe such competitive sport,
And the
china sprinted away with the silver spoon.
      - Revised by Sierra