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ZOOM Volleyball Team Wins First Tournament

By: Alexa

This weekend, the Gardner ZOOM 12’s team won their first tournament. They were entered by the person who started the club, Cindy, hoping they would do well and as it turned, out they did! “They did a lot better then I thought they would. There were some very hard teams and they pulled through. I’m very proud of them,” comments Cindy.

The Gardner ZOOM team is club volleyball program in the town of Gardner, KS. The age groups of the teams range from years 12-18. Their coaches are well experienced players and played college volleyball. They were hired by Cindy to coach the teams and to help them progress and learn skills they can use in the future.

So, those coaches did just that. When Cindy entered the 12’s team in their winning tournament, she entered the rest of the ZOOM teams, as well. The teams were entered in a nation-wide tournament at Bartle Hall in downtown Kansas City. When they arrived, they were greeted from over 60 other teams from across the nation. The 12’s team didn’t think they would be able to win any games.

They began playing. They won their first game and that luck continued through the day. Of the two days they were going to be play, the first went well with only three losses against the toughest teams. Their coach, Sharaeah, was very proud of them. But that was only day one. There was much more to come.

The next day the girls arrive ready to play. The play some of the same teams they did yesterday and win all but one of their games. At the end of the second day, they were totally beat. They were tired and didn’t think they would be able to win another game. But then they got informed that they would be playing in the semi-finals! They were all ecstatic. Molly, a DS (defensive specialist) comments, “I really had no idea we were even going to get as far as we did. I truly thought we were done after our last game but I guessed wrong.”

As they played their game to go to the finals, they had doubts. The team wasn’t very hard but they could jinx themselves because of wanting to win. But they did great. Alexa, their setter had great sets along with an amazing back-set to her middle hitter, Kennedy. Kennedy hits the ball and the other team doesn’t return it! The crowd cheers and the team members give each other high fives. Soon after, they won their semi-finals game and headed to the finals.

They are very nervous. The other team, (you could tell) was nervous, too. They all had doubts about winning. But the game went on. It was a total battle. Both teams worked hard and fought for the win. But in the end only one team was left standing: Gardner Edgerton ZOOM!

The crowd cheers and screams. They had just won their first tournament! A crowd of parents circles the girls. Everyone was happy. Sharaeah comments, “I am so proud of my girls! They worked very hard to get where they are and they deserve to win.” The whole team got a prize and had fun! Alexa, the setter, comments, “This is a day I will never forget. It was the best day ever!” The whole team went out to have a team pizza party and enjoyed each other. It was the last time any one of them saw each other again. However, the team never forgot that memorable day.

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Last July, my sixteen-year-old cousin, Lance, came to live with us for two weeks. While he was staying, we did multiple fun activities. We went golfing (I got to drive the golf cart!), swimming at our local aquatic center, and we got to go a movie. But the activity I remember the most, was when we went to a Royal’s baseball game.
My family and I decided we should to a Royal’s baseball game with my cousin as something fun to do along with the other activities. He lives in a very small town so he’s had the chance to do something like this before. We bought tickets at Walgreen’s for the game that was next day. Also, we found out that it was a “Firework Friday” night, so we would get to see fireworks at the end of the game. We were all ecstatic to be able to go!
When we arrived at Kauffman Stadium for the game, it was already packed! There were people everywhere buying food from the concession stands, some people were buying T-shirts and hats with the Royal’s logo and symbol on them, and most people had not even gotten into the stadium yet! It was so full with loud voices ricocheting off the walls in every direction.
After we finally got into the stadium and past the security guards, we had to walk up over five flights of stairs! It was very exhausting.
We had to walk awhile, but we finally made it to the right section and then we saw the Royal’s baseball field. It was so much bigger than I had remembered when I had gone when I was six. I was totally speechless as I walked to the fence. We were up really high so we could see every part of the baseball field. The sparkling fountains were dancing against the totally clear, blue sky in the background, making a mirage of different colors as my eyes played tricks of me. Then, I looked down at the field. I stared in awe at the amazingly bright green grass. I pondered for a moment how the field managers kept it so green when we were in the middle of what seemed like a drought for the past three weeks. I was so mesmerized by the field and its dazzling colors and preciseness that I didn’t even here my dad calling my name to that it was time to go and find our seats.
As we were finding the right aisle, we had to go up three flights of stairs. When we finally got the very top row, we found our seats. We were in row YY and I had seat 45. I turned around and looked down at the field. It was smaller than when I looked at it only a few minutes ago. I began panicking and because my mom and I were frightened of heights, my mom more than me. I turned around and then my mom said, “This is too high! There is no way I’m going to be able to stay up here the whole game!” My dad looked to my cousin and my brother, Brenton, and said nothing. After a few quiet moments between us, he started to head back down the stairs. We all began to follow and my mom and I went to the lower level and got there last.
When we got to the lower level, my mom and dad started talking. I wasn’t listening at all. I just kept staring at the field the game had started and the Royal’s were at bat. The screams and cheers of the crowd kept ricocheting through my brain. They were very hard to ignore. Glistening, the field was trampled by the opposing team. They had just switched sides when my family and I started moving again. We walked for awhile until we got to the other side of the stadium. We were standing behind the big HD television when my dad finally said, “Lance and I will go back in the seats up in the YY section. If you guys would like to come then you can, if not, then just hang here.” My mom tried to say something contrary to what my father had said. But he had already left by the time my mother could spit out the words.
So, my brother, Brenton, my mother, and I were just standing there in all the commotion of people rushing by. After a while, my mother contemplating what to do next, we decided to go behind the HD television to watch the rest of the game. The opposing team kept scoring runs and the Royals stayed at zero. It was very depressing, but not a big surprise to me. They were never very good in the first place.
We stayed behind the HD television for the rest of the game. It was getting very dark outside and the stadium’s lights stood high shining bright light on the field. The field no longer glistened like it did at the beginning of the game because of the florescent lights. We were finally in the bottom of the ninth inning and the Royals still had not scored a run (no surprise there). When the game finally ended, I turned around to find my dad standing right behind us with my cousin. I grinned. My dad grinned back and he pointed to the sky. As I turned around, the fireworks began to start.
The fireworks were amazing! The sounds and the array of colors danced in the sky in different shapes and sizes. My favorite was the smiley face in different colors. There were blue, green, red, gold, white, and every other color you could think of. People stared in awe and gaped at the fireworks, mouths open. It was a little gruesome, but I tried to focus on the fireworks. I watched and watched. It was beautiful. And the best night ever!
On our way home, I sat in the car watching the stars. Some twinkled and some didn’t. Some were big and some were little. In some way, every single star was different. That taught me something. Everything and everybody is different, just like in baseball. Every swing, every homerun, and every catch was different, tweaked, making it unique. And that changes where the ball flies and how easily it will be to catch. It’s the same with families, as well. Something may change in the plans and they have to do something different than another part of the family. But in the end, they all come together as one to be able to have a good time enjoy each other’s company. Then from then on, every little detail falls into place. And that’s how families should be, together forever no matter what. 

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Narrator: Henry, Jessie, and Ronald were walking to school. They were discussing global warming and if people were causing it or if it was just a freak of nature. Jessie had a very strong point of view she would not stop talking about.
Jessie: (with attitude) I think the earth is naturally warming. People couldn’t have done anything. How do you think we got out of an Ice age hundreds of years ago?
Henry: I agree. But someone else doesn’t think so!
Ronald: (adjust glasses) Hey now! I never said I didn’t-
Henry: Not you, dipstick! I’m talking about Mrs. Grover. She thinks people cause everything. She also says we could die tomorrow because of global warming! I hate social studies because of her! (show a disgusted face)
Narrator: The three friends continue to walk to school. They remain silent as they enter Mr. Ryan’s class.
Mr. Ryan: Hi class, how are you today?
Class (audience): Good.
Mr. Ryan: Good. Today we are discussing different types of sentences. The four different kinds are….
Class (audience): Imperative, Interrogative, Declarative, Exclamatory.
Narrator: Jessie and Henry half listen as the think of the next class with Mrs. Grover. They think it’s the worse class of the day. Worse then math even! After 52 minutes in complete boredom but a good daydream, they meet up with Ronald.
Ronald: (adjust glasses) How’s it going? (look beat)
Jessie: You look awful! What did Ms. Ling do to you guys this time?
Ronald: (adjust glasses) Well, she had us run around the classroom and do pushups if we did something wrong. It was horrible!
Narrator: Ronald looks at them. Meanwhile, Jessie and Henry start walking to Mrs. Grover’s class. The bell rings as soon as they walk through the door.
Mrs. Grover: Good morning, class! Today, I have to announce a very fun project coming up!
Narrator: Henry gets a really bad feeling about the project and turns to Ronald and Jessie. He sees they are looking uneasy, too. Then, Jessie raises her hand.
Jessie: What is the subject of the project?
Mrs. Grover: Global warming, of course! You guys can work in groups of two or three people and you get to create a PowerPoint, video, or skit to show what you think is causing global warming and how to fix it. It will be great!

Narrator: The next day in Mrs. Grover’s class, Ronald, Jessie, and Henry pair up. They discuss what they were going to do. None of them believed in humans were causing global warming, but their grade depended on it.
Henry: Well, Mrs. Grover did say it was our opinion. So, let’s make it our opinion.
Jessie: (look unsure) Well, we might get docked points because we don’t believe global warming is because of people. But do you think we should give it a shot.
Narrator: They looked at each other then finally decided they would go ahead and make a project on what they believed. For, the next two weeks, they worked and worked. They made sure everything was the way they wanted it and how they would present it.
Ronald: (adjust glasses) Well, looks like we got it all down good. Do you think Mrs. Grover will like it?
Henry: Why are you always adjusting your glasses?
Ronald: Well, (take off glasses) if you haven’t noticed, I have the smallest nose in the 7th grade. So, it’s not really a joke. I have to do it. (Jessie laughs)
Jessie: That’s really….(gasp for breath) funny! ( gasp for breath)
Narrator: Henry cracks a smile then quickly hides it as he sees Ronald’s scowl towards Jessie. As they clean up and put their laptop away, Mrs. Grover claps her hands.
Mrs. Grover: Remember class, that tomorrow you will be presenting your projects to the entire school! If you aren’t prepared come tomorrow morning and work on your project.
Narrator: Jessie, Henry, and Ronald walk quickly out the door. While walking to their classes, they don’t say a word. They are very nervous for tomorrow. (Jessie, Henry, and Ronald: look nervous)

Narrator: The next day they walk slowly to their classes, dreading the presentation they have to give. They were glad to give their opinion, but they weren’t sure if they would lose points because of what they believed. They walked slowly to the auditorium, where they would give their presentation.
Jessie: I’m really nervous! What if we forget what to say? And what will Mrs. Grover say? (pretend to bite nails)
Ronald: (adjust glasses) What if my glasses fall off my nose and break?
Narrator: Henry cracks a smile but keeps walking. As they arrive to the auditorium, they take their place in the order which they will present their project. They were dead last.
Mrs. Grover: Ok, then. Let’s begin. Johnny and Kim, you’re up.
Narrator: Ronald, Jessie, and Henry watched report after report. They grew very nervous. The presentations given were very good. Wondering and watching, they didn’t even here their names being called. When they finally heard their names, they walked slowly up on stage. Then Jessie began to speak.
Jessie: Um, good morning. Uh…..Henry, Ronald, and I did a project on something a little different. We believe there is a different reason that we have global warming. So to begin our presentation, Henry here will explain what we have discovered and put in perspective. (gesture to Henry)
Henry: Um, well we believe global warming is not caused by people. As you can see, ( point to presentation board) Earth’s temperatures have been climbing for years.
Ronald: So people ask yourself this: Why do you think Earth’s temperatures are rising? Many of you will say because of people and the whole in the ozone layer. But think about this: How did we come out of an Ice Age? (look at Jessie)
Jessie: He has a very good point. People didn’t exist at the time of the Ice Age. And you have to have heat to melt ice. So people couldn’t have caused global warming back then.
Ronald: That doesn’t mean people are causing it now. We just might be speeding up the process. So basically-
Mrs. Grover: So if you don’t believe people are causing global warming, what is? (look inquiringly at Henry, Ronald, and Jessie)
Henry: Well, as we told you, Earth’s temperature has been warming up for thousands of years. What is causing this is what scientists are still piecing together. But they believe the circumference of the sun has been expanding since the beginning of time.
Jessie: Meaning the sun is growing bigger and bigger every minute. And about one billion years from now it will have expanded all the way out to Uranus, burning the Earth completely. Then, our sun will explode, ending any life left to live.
Mrs. Grover: (look confused) So, what does that have to do with an Ice Age?
Jessie: As you know, it has to be below 32 degrees Fahrenheit to freeze anything. So, the sun was much smaller thousands of years ago. The sun would have been to far away to melt the ice. But as the sun expanded, it came closer to the earth and melted the ice covering the earth.
Narrator: The audience made no applause. It was utter silence as Henry, Ronald, and Jessie rapped up their presentation. Mrs. Grover was the first to applaud. She was totally stunned at the amazing knowledge these students possessed. It was the best presentation she had ever seen.
Mrs. Grover: That was amazing! Where did you learn such things?
Ronald: (adjust glasses) Well, we did our research.
Henry: We had some background knowledge, too, along with our own beliefs.
Mrs. Grover: It was inspiring! You have totally changed my point of view of global warming. Thank you.
Narrator: For the next two weeks, Mrs. Grover changed the teachings of global warming the best she could. Even the principal changed her view of global warming. Jessie, Ronald, and Henry became very popular. They enjoyed Mrs. Grover’s class now more than ever.
Ronald: (adjust glasses) I’m so glad we did our project on our perspective.
Henry: Me, too. It would have been miserable if we had to do something against our ideas. You didn’t adjust your glasses at all during the presentation, either. (giggle)
Ronald: (look annoyed) Ha ha, very funny.
Henry: Well-
Jessie: Oh stop already! You two fight like little girls fighting over an ice-cream cone.
Ronald and Henry: Sorry.
Jessie: Thank you. Now what do you want for lunch?
Narrator: They all looked at the choices. All of the meals looked like mush, so they got pizza. Jessie, Henry, and Ronald all sat together and chatted about random things. Meanwhile, Mrs. Grover was talking to the fifth graders about how Ronald, Henry, and Jessie gave a great presentation. Also, she taught them about the points made in their presentation. She adored the presentation forever more. So the three friends now walk the halls as they used to, people occasionally stopping to see watch them and talk them and how their presentation changed an entire teaching unit and the teacher herself. They also never forgot how Ronald never once fixed his glasses. (Ronald fix glasses) Well, that may have been the only time he never fixed his glasses!

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When my violin teacher brought up the idea of me trying out for the Kansas City Youth Symphony, I turned to jelly. I had never done an audition for anything, so I didn’t like the idea of it. We went home that night and my mom told me I should do it but I didn’t want to. That night I went to bed thinking there was no way I was going to be able to make it in being only a first-year player.
A week later at my violin lesson, my teacher brought up the idea again. My mom said that we had talked about it and thought I should do it. It was pretty intense in the room then. I just kept shaking my head back and forth, thinking that getting into the Symphony was a luxury that I could never have. My mom and my teacher were trying to persuade me to audition, but I kept pushing the idea away from my head.
After my lesson, my mom said we needed to talk in our living room. I lunged myself onto our couch, head in the pillows. My mom didn’t say anything for a moment that seemed to last forever, but I finally broke the silence. “Mom, I don’t want to audition,” I said. “Why? You are an amazing violinist and you would probably make it in. You just have to believe in yourself,” my mom said. I laid there for awhile, just thinking of something to say, when my mom finally leaves while saying she wants me to audition.
Then the following week, my private teacher said I needed to make a decision about the audition. My mom said nothing and just stared at me, waiting for an answer. I took a deep breath and finally said “I’ll do it.” Even after I said that, I had my doubts about the whole thing.
After that moment, I was completely bombarded with things to work on for the Youth Symphony tryouts. The audition was drawing nearer, and I was getting really nervous. The last violin lesson before my audition, we went over everything I needed to know. Four days later was the audition day.
The day of my audition, I was speechless. Nervousness ran through my veins, making me shake every time I moved. My brother had a soccer game that morning but I stayed home. I was waiting for my hair to dry so my mom could straighten it. Also, I was waiting for my nails, painted rosy red, to dry. Finally, my parents arrived from my brother’s game.
We were running behind once my parents got home. My mom had to quick straighten my hair and I had to quick throw on my orchestra uniform. My dad and I were leaving for my audition at Rockhurst High School thirty minutes before my scheduled audition. I was so nervous; I almost backed out right then and there.
On my way there, I was shaking really bad. My dad tried to comfort me but it wouldn’t work. After awhile, my mom called on my dad’s phone and told me I was going to be alright and that I would do amazing. I kept nodding my head, not even thinking for one second that she couldn’t see that. She finally hung up and I just sat there, petrified with fear and nervousness. But I knew that my mom believed in me.
We arrived at Rockhurst High School and began walking toward the building. When we entered the building, my dad found the lady that told us where to go and what to do. After walking down what seemed like a million corridors, we found the right place and there were many people in the room. I heard violin pieces, viola players practicing scales, basses tuning, and cello players playing what seemed to be random notes. The room was full of sound and my ears began to hurt because of the sounds everywhere. My dad lured me into a corner not yet taken and I began to practice my scales and audition piece. My private teacher arrived soon after I had arrived and got me warmed up as well. Five minutes later, a tall man with a blue button-down shirt and black, shaggy hair approached us. He had what looked like a fake smile on his face and I could tell he was trying to be nice to people even though he didn’t. I think he was Chinese, too. Once he had made his way over to the corner we were in, he said my audition would start in five minutes. My body froze and I just sat there, incredibly nervous.
As I walked down the corridor, I took each step with care. After what seemed like hours, we arrived at the correct door to my audition room. Someone was already in there, but I waited outside, listening to the previous player. Finally, the player before me came out of the room. It was a boy about my age with dark black hair and Chinese-looking eyes. He looked at me and looked away quite abruptly. Then I entered the small, small room.
There were mixed emotions throughout me at that moment. Fear and nervousness ran through my veins; along with the occasional twinge of guilt. But there were two people there: A bald man with a very friendly smile, and a woman with long blonde hair also with a friendly smile. I looked at them for a moment and then I put my music book up onto the stand. I said my name and then the woman said I would start with my piece then my scales and finally the sight reading piece. I began playing.
When I started playing, everything just flowed. My fingers played the correct notes without me even trying. My arm transporting my bow moved up and down as the notes, dynamics, and slurs indicated. I felt amazing and confident. Soon after I started, the man told me to stop. Then, the woman told me to begin my scales. My fingers flowed with my scales and with the sight reading piece, too. Confident that I did my best, I left the room with a grin on my face. We began walking with my private teacher and my dad down the corridor we had come. They kept saying how proud of me they were. I just smiled back at them with great triumph.

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“Honey, you have a letter from the Kansas City Youth Symphony”, called my mom. I stopped what I was doing. Then got off my bed and slowly walked to the kitchen. When I made it to the kitchen, my legs turned to jelly and I fell into a chair. My parents looked and me. My dad was wearing a blank expression, and my mom was smiling. Finally, my mom said that the letter said I made in the Kansas City Youth Symphony. I jumped out of the chair and lunged for the letter. Reading the letter made my grin grow bigger. After reading it twice, I gently set the letter down and turned my parents who were both smiling. My mom jumped up and gave a huge bear hug. I had to pry her off of me or I think she would have probably squashed me to death. After giving both my parents a hug, I just stood there so happy I could scream. After a moment or two, I frolicked to my room and just plopped on my bed, happy as ever because I had made into the Kansas City Youth Symphony!

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There she was, walking onto that long, round stage. She began playing. Her fingers crossed over the white and black keys as the sound hung in the air. Closing her eyes, she played and gracefully. Then, all of the sudden, she hits the wrong key! She turns to the audience and they begin to laugh. She can feel tears sting her eyes and begin to trickle down her cheek…
Alana opens her eyes in a flash. She had just had the worst nightmare of all. After rubbing her eyes she glanced at her clock. 5:56 a.m. Alana groaned and got out of bed thinking that even in dreams happy endings don’t exist. Happy endings are something that never happened to Alana, however hard she tried. She thought she didn’t have anything special about her and that she wasn’t one for being popular people wanting to be friends with her. But she had no idea that everything was about to change.
She picked out her clothes carefully, knowing she could end up wearing something completely stupid on a day that was so important. Alana wanted to look nice, but not to over done. After 25 minutes of pondering what to wear, she finally decided to just put on some jean shorts and a nicer shirt. She looked in the mirror and decided that would do and went out the door to wait for the bus
On that day, May 25th, was the school-wide talent show. Alana had tried out two months ago playing the piano. Her piece, Sonata by Beethoven, was what got the judges hooked. She had worked hard for a long time and finally on the day of the tryouts, she let her fingers take control over her mind. Hearing the first notes were correct gave her confidence. The thought of her having to play in the school-wide talent show in front of over 600 people never crossed her mind as her music flowed through the air.
After waiting for what seemed like years to her, the results were posted. Her eyes scanned the baby blue piece of paper hung on the bulletin board in front of the office window. As she scanned the list, the bottom of it was coming close. Nervousness and fear ran through her veins. Then finally was one person at the bottom of the list she knew: Alana Bookeman.
At that moment in her daydream she remembered that victory dance and that feeling of triumph and determination she had that seemed to have now dissipated with time. The bus had come to her house. As she walked on the bus, she could feel all the other peoples’ eyes boring into her. When she found an empty seat in the back of the bus she immediately lunged for it. She sat down then looked beside her. Standing right next to her, was the cutest guy in the world!
His name was Ryan Swertz, the most popular guy in 8th grade. He was tall and had blonde hair that waved in the wind as he walked. Alana was a year younger than him but had a mad crush on him. Ryan looked at her for a while then finally said, “You’re in my seat.” He smiled with jest on his face as he said it. Alana just sat there totally frozen and lost in his eyes.
“Um, you’re still in my seat,” he said once again.
“Oh. Yes. Sorry,” she said. She slowly got out of the seat and looked at him for a second then bolted to a different seat. Then she heard someone call her name. When she turned around, she was surprised to see it was Ryan.
“Good luck today!” he said then smiled at her. She was immediately filled with encouragement that brought her spirits up as she frolicked to another seat.
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Alana went through the day just waiting for 2:00 p.m. When she entered Mrs. Bog’s room, she was greeted with claps and cheers. She blushed then took her seat. Then Mrs. Bog made an announcement.
“Class, as you know, our very own Alana Bookeman will be participating the school-wide talent show!” she exclaimed. The class went into an uproar as Alana slid down into her seat. Slowly the class began to settle down. Then Ryan Swertz walked in. Alana immediately sat up in her chair and looked at him intently.
“Mr. Brocket told me to give this to you,” he said then turned and smiled at Alana. Alana smiled back then hid her smile as Mrs. Bog turned back toward the class.
“Alana, it is time for you to head to the auditorium,” she said then gave her a wink.
“Ok. I’ll just…..uh…..get going,” she stuttered. On her way out the door she tripped on her shoe lace. The class laughed. Alana turned around to Ryan with a smile on her face. She turned and ran as fast as she could to the auditorium.
When she arrived at the auditorium they were lining up in the order they would perform. Alana, with great dismay, saw she was last to perform. She plopped down in her spot and watched silently as people started to come into the auditorium. After a little while, she saw Ryan walk through the door with his math class. She tried to wave but she was frozen with fear.
The talent show had started and the first act had begun. It was a young boy doing a dance. She found it kind of odd, but it was a talent. Along down the line, people performed their act and at the end people cheered and clapped. Then finally, the girl before her finished and the audience went wild. And then, it was her turn. She found herself standing up slowly and walking like a snail upon the stage. Then, everything went quiet. Dead quiet.
Alana was in her dream again. Except this time, it was real life and she didn’t make a mistake. It was like magic. Her fingers flowed smoothly over the keys of the piano as if they were velvet. And the music! It was like heaven on Earth. Sweet like honey, yet powerful in a graceful way. People stared in awe as she played. Alana began to enjoy herself and smiled. Then the end of her piece was coming close. She made it dramatic and beautiful. Finally, she ended. The auditorium was completely quiet.
“Go Alana!” someone hollered through the crowd. Alana turned to see it was Ryan standing and smiling in the sea of people. They all began cheering and chanting her name. Alana stood up from the piano bench and looked out to the audience and took a bow. It was the happiest moment of her life.
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At home Alana told her mom what happened during the talent show. She left out the part of Ryan starting the chanting of her name. That night as she lay in bed, she replayed the scene of the talent show over and over in her head until she fell asleep.
At school the next day, everyone was talking about Alana. She constantly had people coming up to her and telling her what a good job she did. Alana tried to avoid as many people as she could but it was inevitable. Her popularity level went up dramatically because of Ryan. Everybody wanted to talk to her. Then one day while she was walking down the hall, Ryan Swertz stopped her in her tracks. She was with a bunch of her friends including guys she had recently become friends with.
“Can I ask you something?” asked Ryan.
Alana was speechless but managed to get out, “Yes.”
“Would you…uh…like to maybe…you and I, you know…dinner…sometime?” You could totally tell he was nervous. Alana was totally frozen and all her friends behind her were hollering. She finally found her voice.
“Sure. Um, tomorrow would work best. I’ll tell my mom,” she said and then smiled at him. Inside, she just wanted to jump and scream in happiness. Alana looked back at Ryan.
“Ok then. Well, I guess I’ll see you ‘round,” he said. Then he blew her a kiss and turned around and walked away. Completely dazed, Alana turned back around to her friends. When she was able to comprehend what just happened, she saw everybody who had been in the hall when Ryan asked her to dinner looking at her. She turned to her friends. They all had their jaws hanging there and then her friend, Jennifer, said, “You are so lucky!” Everyone nodded and then Alana started laughing. Her friends began laughing, too and walked down the hallway with her. Alana truly began to believe there were happy endings in life, especially when you least expect them.

The End

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Hello, my name is Alexa and I’m in the 6th grade. I like to play volleyball and I’m on a competitive volleyball team called ZOOM. Also, I love to read and write. My favorite author is Mary Downing Hahn because she writes ghost stories and I love ghost stories!
When I grow up, I want to be a pediatrician. A pediatrician is a doctor for children and I love children. I’m a straight-A student and I go to 7th grade math. I love learning about the human body and medical terms. I also want to go to Kansas University for medical school.
I’m also a piano and violin player. I started playing piano when I was in the 2nd grade and violin in the 5th grade. I got into the Kansas City Youth Symphony in May of 2009 after only playing for nine months. I’m in my school orchestra and I’m very good. That’s a little about me!

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