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  • When we started school I didn’t know Mikki or David, didn’t know Shea or Waseem. I was new and scared at first but all year we ate lunch at table three. We all played and shared together. We started out from many different places but now all we are is friends.

    My cubby is next to Angela's and Elija's. My backpack is 'xactly the same as Sebrien's and Selemo's.
    I play tag with Anesu and Robyn.
    I build sandcastles with John and Karin.
    Mercy and me race across the monkey bars, and I push Suliman on the swings.

    I learned how to read, wrote so many stories and counted as high as high can be.
    We grew beans. We made pasta. We even planted a tree.

    We did so may things together but now the year is almost done. Mom showed me the calendar. She said to make an X to mark the day but I said no and ran away. I don’t want the day to come. I don’t want it all to change. Because everyone is leaving and I am staying here

    Ms Lara said to bring in pictures of all the places they are going. Mikki brought pictures of dingos and kangaroos. She is going all the way around the world to Australia. David brought a picture of a box of Crispy Cremes, he says that is what he misses most from his home in Kansas City. Shea brought a picture of the Great Wall in China and Wasseem said they eat dogs there and Ms Lara just said Hush.

    Everyone had pictures.
    Everyone is packing and their houses are full of boxes.
    Everyone is leaving but I am staying here. All my friends are going far away, too far for me to reach.

    But then I thought how the tree we planted will grow so big and tall. It will reach its branches to the sky. I thought what if everyone plants a tree, plants trees wherever they are and wherever they go.

    I imagined all our trees growing big and tall and stretching wide, wide ,wide. All our trees reaching tree arms up into the sky, all the branches stretched out to reach from here to there, like hands around the world. And when the wind blows through our trees the trees will shake hand to branch to hand to branch, just like us, a chain of friends around the world.
  • The story is for an ArtFest project with the art teacher.

    ArtsFest is a week long celebration and focus on the arts at my school. The theme this year is Dialogue and we are working ot integrate the arts with other areas of the curriculum including service learning. The art teacher and I are sharing a story and illustrations along with the process of collaborating as artists and authors. This is first stage of the process. I will share the work here as it develops.
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