TUESDAY, OCTOBER 17, 2006   Page 1

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By Mackenzie Brose, Grade 2, Shrewsbury Elementary School, Southern York County School District

Welcome back to the 58th year of The Junior Dispatch. This page contains part of the first entries for the 2006-07 season. The rest of the stories can be found on page 8.

York City School District students in Angila Kirkessner's sixth-grade class at Hannah Penn Middle School were asked to respond to the writing prompt: Imagine that you drank a magic potion, and then suddenly you started to grow smaller and smaller. Finally, you were no larger than a fly. What would you do?

By Mya Awkward

First, I would go to my friend's house in the middle of the night and buzz in her ear all night long until she woke up. Then, I would tell her to drink the same potion as me. Next, we would go where the sun sets and watch it go down until the moon came out.

When morning came again we would go to HersheyPark, fly around people for fun, and never have to wait in line to get on the rides.

Finally, we would go and reside in someone's mansion.

That is what I would do if I were no larger than a fly.

By Lyric Mateo

I would try to get my parents' attention so they would know I am here. It would be very difficult to go up to the third floor to my bedroom. I would have to sleep in my Bratz house in the baby crib and I would cry all day every day in hopes of getting my parents' attention.

If I could not get their attention I would just have to stay small and hope that the potion would wear off. I would also try to get my brother's attention. I would be very angry at the person who made me drink this magic potion that made me no larger than a fly! That is what I would do if I were no larger than a fly.

A York City School District student in Ms. Kirkessner's sixth-grade class at Hannah Penn Middle School wrote this poem in response to the tragic incident at West Nickel Mines Amish Schoolhouse.

By Jonathan Phillips
I wish I could return the precious lives Charles Carl Roberts Jr. took,
I wish I could turn back the pages of the moments like a book.
I wish I could take my eraser and fix his mistake,
For each of the little lives he did take.