Pokémon Platinum
By: M.R.
Pokémon Platinum is the newest release of the Pokémon series. It is an add-on to Pokémon Diamond and Pearl, which featured Dialga and Palkia. This game’s mascot however, is the Pokémon Giratina, who was featured in Diamond and Pearl, but now plays a larger role.
An evil organization, team Galactic, plans on capturing Dialga and Palkia and using their power to create a new world, and destroy the old. Your job is to stop team Galactic while trying to beat all eight gym leaders, and the elite four.
Pokémon Platinum also includes new advancements. For starters, this game includes the battle frontier (a battle area that can only be reached after the Sinnoh Pokedex is completed). You also now have the ability to capture three legendary Pokémon that originally could have been caught in older versions of the game. Then there is also the trip you take to the distortion world, were you end up capturing Giratina. Also, the secret five forms of the electric ghost pokemon Rotom become available via Wi-Fi.
Over all, Pokemon Platinum is a very successful, being one of the top selling games in Japan. It sold one million copies in its first two days, two million since December 7, 2008. So, Pokemon Platinum is the fastest selling DS game in Japan, selling 2,187,337 copies in just 2008.
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here is my short story...
A new state, a new school, a new beginning. This is a place to start over, my dad told me, a clean slate for the new school year. None of these things made me feel better. He never was the one to help me out in tough situations. My parents were divorced and my older sister had gone to college this year. So on this fine morning I had only my dad to encourage me to get up and go to high school.
I woke up grumpily at five thirty, took a shower, and got dressed. When I came downstairs for breakfast, my dad was just about to leave. “Are you sure you don’t want me to drive you to school? This is your last chance.” He asked for the hundredth time. “No Dad! That would be so embarrassing to be dropped off by my dad!” I whined. “Fine, fine! Have a good day at school!” he replied and left for work.
After my dad left, the house felt so empty without my sister nagging me and bossing me around to put my dishes away or walk the dog. Since I had fifteen minutes left until the bus came, I took m y dog, Jessie, for a walk on the side of our house. When I came back, I didn't have many minutes left until the bus came. I grabbed my bookbag and lunch and ran out the door. I ran towards my bus stop and saw the bus pull up. the bus driver apparently didn't see me running because they started to drive away. This was not the best day.
I could either walk the three and a half miles to school or call my dad and ask him to pick me up. I choose the second option, even though my dad wasn't that happy about it. But I got to the school with minutes to spare.
I walked into the main office and asked the secratary where my homeroom was. She led the way down many hallways and showed me the correct door. I thanked her and walked into the room. My homeroom and english teacher, Mrs. Brown, greeted me and gave me my scheduale. She showed me my seat and right when I sat down, the bell rang. I sighed and walked to my next class. Turns out, four out of my seven classes were wrong and spent half the day wandering all over the school looking for the right rooms.
This was going to be a 'great' year
~Greta
the black paper bag
he came back from the field one day
covered in grime, he staggered back
to the white city
where people walk with white wool over their
pale faces
past each other, the buildings, their brethren, and the man
(who was really only a boy)
they pause only
to change from Beethoven to Eminem
on their IPods
the wool grows thicker
as they see their parents die and children grow and Presidents change
they begin to sweat
as the wool grows thicker
and they begin to run, to get away from that man
with his dirty clothes
and his fervent searching eyes
and his twitching hands reaching for the trigger that isn’t there
and his ugly long scars
and his filthy boots
and his empty green backpack
and his empty scratched holster
and that black, torn paper bag with gaping
holes for eyes
that rests over his head
sagging slightly
with some old scraps
of wool
blowing away
in the winter wind
the black paper bag
he came back from the field one day
covered in grime, he staggered back
to the white city
where people walk with white wool over their
pale faces
past each other, the buildings, their brethren, and the man
(who was really only a boy)
they pause only
to change from Beethoven to Eminem
on their IPods
the wool grows thicker
as they see their parents die and children grow and Presidents change
they begin to sweat
as the wool grows thicker
and they begin to run, to get away from that man
with his dirty clothes
and his fervent searching eyes
and his twitching hands reaching for the trigger that isn’t there
and his ugly long scars
and his filthy boots
and his empty green backpack
and his empty scratched holster
and that black, torn paper bag with gaping
holes for eyes
that rests over his head
sagging slightly
with some old scraps
of wool
blowing away
in the winter wind
the black paper bag
he came back from the field one day
covered in grime, he staggered back
to the white city
where people walk with white wool over their
pale faces
past each other, the buildings, their brethren, and the man
(who was really only a boy)
they pause only
to change from Beethoven to Eminem
on their IPods
the wool grows thicker
as they see their parents die and children grow and Presidents change
they begin to sweat
as the wool grows thicker
and they begin to run, to get away from that man
with his dirty clothes
and his fervent searching eyes
and his twitching hands reaching for the trigger that isn’t there
and his ugly long scars
and his filthy boots
and his empty green backpack
and his empty scratched holster
and that black, torn paper bag with gaping
holes for eyes
that rests over his head
sagging slightly
with some old scraps
of wool
blowing away
in the winter wind
Hunger Games book review
This summer, I got to read The Hunger Games by Suzanne Collins. I had wanted to read it for a while and when I got to read it, I loved it from the very first page. In this book, Katniss Everdeen and her mother and sister live in a post-apocalyptic world in which there are twelve districts. Each year, if you are from age twelve to eighteen, you have to enter your name into the Hunger Games however many times depending on your age.
Katniss and her twelve year old sister, Primrose, go to the ceremony and Primrose’s name is chosen to compete in the game where you have to be the last on alive to win. But Katniss volunteers and takes Primrose’s place going to the Hunger Games along with the boy that was chosen, Peeta.
In this futuristic novel, you hear Katniss story about how she fights for her life, literally. This book supplies much action, drama, and even love. I really enjoyed The Hunger Games and would highly recommend it for anyone who needs a good book to read.
cause and the effect
by mewspaper
she stands by a memory,
trying to forget, but
only seeing more
with no more tears to cry,
for they have already drowned
her heart.
there is no escaper
from the horrors, and
the sadness,
the emptiness.
she pulls the trigger,
sending the bullet
into another memory
not hers,
but she finds comfort.
but I ask,
must other people suffer
for another's past?
here is my fourth article
If the Witness Lied By Caroline B. Cooney, something horrible happened to the Fountain kids and no one can seem to forget. Forget the horrible accident that appears to be poor two-year old Tristan’s fault. He killed both of his parents. While his mother was pregnant with him, she had cancer and if she had gotten the chemo, then Tristan would have died. Instead, she risked her own life and sadly died soon after her son’s birth. And then, just two years later, he accidentally backed the family car into his father, which killed him. Since there was no one to take care of Tristan and his brother and two sisters, their step aunt Cheryl took the place of mother.
Now that Tristan is about to turn three, Aunt Cheryl wants to bring everything up again. She wants to turn Tristan into a TV baby. But Tristan’s older brother, Jack, will not let that happen. Along the way to getting Tristan away from evil Aunt Cheryl, he and his sisters find clues that lead to another killer of their father.
Filled with suspense, this book was great! I loved everything about this story. Creepy books like this just entertain me way too much. I imagine that this happened to my family or it was and it just scares me sometimes. But I could never stop reading books
fifth article done YAY!
The Graveyard Book by Neil Gaiman
From the author who brought you Coraline comes another amazingly spooky book, The Graveyard Book. In this thrilling tale, Nobody Owens, escapes death. However, his family did not. They were all killed by a random murderer and somehow Nobody miraculously escaped to the graveyard up the hill. The ghouls and ghosts in the graveyard saved him from the man Jack, but they can’t do it forever.
In the first five years of his life, he only makes one human friend, Scarlett. But since they were only little, she just believes in him as an imaginary friend. By the time Nobody is ten, he just wants to be normal and go to school like everyone else. Except that the man Jack is still out there, still trying to kill him.
If you have read Coraline, then you know the kind of writing style Neil Gaiman has. His books are eerie and spine-chilling. I thought this book was tremendously good but I would not read this book in the dark. It is a little scary, although it doesn’t let you go until you finish reading this extremely amazing weird-horror.
Renaissance Faire review
Just recently, most of the eighth graders went back in time, to the time of the Renaissance. Going to the Pennsylvania Renaissance faire was a great experience. While you are there, you can watch a human chess match, a sword swallower, and the ultimate joust. But these are only some of the wonderful performances at the faire.
You can also buy many souvenirs, for example, jewelry, costumes, puppets, and you could get a wax molding of your hand! As for food, there were many choices. Although only a few were Renaissance related, such as a turkey leg, most restaurants had modern food.
Despite the fact that the food and items there were a little overpriced and the bus ride there and back took a while, the entertainment made up for it. It feels like you actually go back in time to Renaissance. You get to see some really fun activities that would actually take place in the Renaissance. When you become an eighth grader at Cab, I highly suggest going. You will have a blast!
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