385. Mesopotamia Outline Notes

1. Where is Mesopotamia?

1. Middle East

1. Southwest Asia

2. Lands around Eastern Mediterranean Sea

3. Fertile Crescent

1. Cradle of Civilization

4. Tigris and Euphrates river

5. Iraq, Kuwait, Turkey, and Syria

II. Mesopotamian Civilization

1. Paleolithic era
2. 14,000 B.C. lived in small settlements
3. 5,000 B.C. farming, domestication of animals, agriculture

III. Ancient Mesopotamia

1.  Northern region spread south
2. Sumerians later formed cities
3. 3200 B.C Uruk first city

1. Brick Metropolis

1. Made of riches from trade, conquest
2. Art, columns, temples
3. Population of 50,000 

      D. Sumerians invented cuneiform

      E. 3000 B.C. under control of Sumerians

1. Eridu, Nippur, Lagash, Uruk, Kish, Ur

      F. Etana of Kish King of Sumer 

1. Followed by Meskiaggasher, king of city-state Uruk

2. Warrior Lugalbanda gained control in 2750 B.C.

384. The Abandoned Farmhouse

The Abandoned Farmhouse

“Good Morning Dallas!” I exclaimed. “This is detective Barbra Jones,  coming for you live from an old abandoned farmhouse, that seems to have been left in a hurry. Sources tell us that there was a family.  Yes, you heard right viewers! A family. A mom, dad, and a child. Let’s take a closer look, shall we? But before we do, I would like to say that we have put down reinforcements, so this is completely safe!” 

As I went closer near the rubble, what I found amazed me! There was a bed so long I was sure it couldn’t have belonged to a child. Could it...possibly..belong to the man? I ventured closer being more careful now, and my eyes fell upon a dusty Bible in the corner. “The man must be religious,” I thought. “But is it even...man?” What I saw next confirmed my suspicions. There was a pile of broken dishes, but it was the shoe next to it that sparked my confusion. It was a big shoe. Maybe it belonged to a troll! 

 But there were no trolls here because this was the real world, and it wasn’t a story inside a storybook. But..what about the others? The woman? Or the child? I know they were here...or so I was told by my boss. I saw a pair of rickety old stairs, missing a couple of steps now and then, but otherwise considered safe. I made my way up the creaking stairs, and there was a bedroom, papered with lilacs. The mom must have been here. I open the drawers and cabinets, but I found nothing and decided to move on. I found nothing of the child but when I saw a sandbox made from a tractor tire, I knew this was evidence 

that the child had lived here. As I turned to my right, I saw a cellar hole, sealed tight. 

 The dust surrounded the cracks, and there was something sticky that held the door so tightly in place. I took a good grip, and forced open the door. Inside, there were jars of plum preserves and canned tomatoes. This led me to believe that they were poor. As I left the poor old house, I saw dusty, old rags in the window frames. They must have suffered in the cold winter days. Walking from the old farm, I realized one thing. The still-sealed jars in the cellar. The toys that were thrown around in the yard. Where had this family gone? Surely they wouldn’t have just left their precious food still sealed! 

 I went over to the FBI, curious about what had happened to the family. As I approached the station, I noticed a burly looking man sitting behind a desk.“Hi! Um..I’m Barbara Jones, and I’m investigating a family who went missing. Could I please speak to the person in charge?”“A reporter??” said the man. “All the files are over there, now don’t bother me again, please!”“Oh..thank you!”As I made my way toward the files, I noticed that one of them had papers bulging from the sides. “This must be it,” I thought.I took the folder carefully, making sure to collect all the papers, and began the long drive home.

  Upon reaching home, I grabbed my laptop and noticed that there were many articles about this family. But they all contained one thing. Family reported missing. Location: Unknown. Another dead end. I slammed my laptop in frustration, but something caught my eye. It was at the bottom of the page, and the link was...unusual. The title was,  “The Anderson family disappearance.” Was their last name Anderson? I clicked the link and read the entire page. The mom was Linda. Their father Dave. The child Lily. I need to find out who wrote this, because they might know where the “Andersons” went! 

 I quickly found out that the person was Rebecca Anderson. Why would she have the same last name? I put out a google search and found out that she lives in 786 Hylid Ave. Luckily it was in Dallas. I put on my reporter outfit and went over to her house. When I arrived, I saw a woman sitting in her front yard.“I’ve been waiting for you,” she says ominously.“Okaaay...um...sure?” I said, clearly spooked out.As I followed the creepy old woman inside her house, I felt like I was in one of those horror movies. The one where you tell the character not to go into the basement, but they do. 

 She grabbed a book that was on her shelf and beckoned me closer. Totally feeling the creepy vibes now.But she pointed to an old photo of her and a woman. “Who’s she?” I questioned. “She’s my daughter.”The lady then told me the entire story. It seems that her daughter, Linda had gone against her wishes and married Dave. They were already suffering enough, but when they had, Lily, Dave spiraled into anxiety and got involved with some shady people. It seems that he tried to back out, but he was in too deep. 

 The leader of the gang sent some people after his family, and they had to escape for their lives. But I still had one question: Is the family still alive?The lady considered this, wondering if she could tell me, but finally admitted, “They are. They live in Austin. I sent them there, concerned for their well-being, but I don’t know if they’re still alive…”I bid the lady a good day and set off to Austin, Texas. When I arrived, I had no clue where to start. The nice lady had forgotten to tell me where they lived! I went over to a nice man and asked him, “Hi! I’m not sure if I can trust you but--”“The Andersons?” he questioned. “Right this way, ma’am.”I was surprised that he knew I was coming, but knowing the old lady, she probably realized that she forgot to tell me and told this guy to help me out.

  After a couple of minutes, I arrived at their house. It wasn’t too clean, but it was rather shabby. Leaves were scattered across the front yard, and the door was thrown wide open. There stood a young woman. “I’m Lily Anderson. I’ve heard you’ve been looking for me…” she said, rather confidently.“Oh!” I exclaimed. “Where are your parents? You know..Dave and Linda.”“My parents are long gone, but I can tell you whatever you need to know.” It seems that when the shady people came after them, they all decided to move to Linda’s mother’s place. 

 When they arrived, Jillian, Linda’s mother, told them that they needed to move to Austin, Texts. But they shady people found them and they killed Dave and Linda. Jillian guarded Lily and took her to Austin, Texas. After Lily was old enough to take care of herself, Jillian moved back and published an article about the Anderson family. But still one question remained: Why did Jillian tell me that Lily’s parents had died? She simply said, “They live in Austin. I sent them there, concerned for their well-being, but I don’t know if they’re still alive…” Why would she lie? Lily said, “She’s pretty old, so she probably forgot...or she didn’t want to tell you because it would be like remembering what happened that night…”I quickly said good-bye to Lily and went back home to Dallas. I had a long night ahead of me because I was going to report my findings to the Police, or even the FBI!!

 I woke up early the next day, and went down to the police station. After answering the questions, they finally said, “Thank you, Ms. Jones. We will seriously consider this!” “Ok..but when are you going to publish the article?”“Oh, I’m not sure...we have to find someone to write it.” he said thoughtfully.“Well what about me? I know EVERYTHING!” I said raptiously. I quickly got to writing and before I knew it, my article was published for everyone to see. And as I was doing some digging, it turns out that Mr. Anderson had Marfan Feet syndrome. It causes your feet to enlarge, and your body to stretch.

  It was hard to cope with this, and he tried to fix it with a surgery, but it didn’t work and that was how they got poor in the first place. I soon went to the old lady’s house once more, and told her everything that I did. She told me that what I did was the right thing to do and I continued my career as a detective, solving mysteries one step at a time.

383. POV: Journal entry from Hermione (From Harry Potter!)

Harry Potter and the Sorcerer's Stone      POV/Main Character: Hermione Granger

By: J.K. Rowling

9/24/13

I recently got accepted to Hogwarts and I’m really excited about my first class, Potions. I’ve heard that the teacher, Professor Snape can be a bit nasty, but I’m sure that I will be his favorite student! And also, while I was on the Hogwarts Express, I saw HARRY POTTER! And some other kid...Ron Weasely I think, and I just had to introduce myself! I was about to leave but I noticed that Ron had his wand out. I was absolutely thrilled because I had practiced a few spells already and they had all worked for me. But the spell didn’t work, and I left to change into my new robes. 

10/16/13

You will not believe what just happened! Harry Potter is in Potions class with me and Professor Snape asked him, “What would I get if I added powdered root of asphodel to an infusion of wormwood?” The answer was obviously the Draught of Living Death, but Harry didn’t know that! And when we were with Madam Hooch, Harry was the first to get his broom up! I was so surprised! Harry didn’t know what the answer was to the question that Professor Snape asked, but how on EARTH could he know how to ride a broomstick? 

10/20/13

It turns out that Harry is now the new Griffindor Seeker! I’m very excited because he’s the youngest House player in about a CENTURY! I’m just so proud of Harry right now, but I can’t say the same about Ron. I heard both of them saying that they were going into the Trophy room to duel with Malfoy. I tried very hard to stop them, of course, but they didn’t listen to me and I just had to follow along. It turns out that Malfoy told Filch that we would be there because he was hoping that we would be caught. But I cast a Muffilito spell, and we ran off into our dorm rooms. I sure hope that Harry and Ron learn from this experience, but I can only hope. 

12/8/13

Ron is SO dim-witted! He can’t even perform a simple hovering charm! Honestly! We were both in class today, and Ron said, “Wingarduim Leviosa.” I corrected him, but he became stubborn and said that I had to do it myself. I succeeded, obviously and earned Griffindor 20 points. But Harry and Ron keep getting in trouble which only hurts Griffindor.  For example, they think that Professor Snape is after the Sorcerer’s Stone, which by the way, is impossible because he’s a teacher! And now I have to keep an eye on them because we can't afford to lose anymore hear earned points just because a couple of thick headed boys want to be adventurous!!

3/12/13

I hate to admit that I’m wrong, but I am.  It turns out that Professor Snape tried to get past Fluffy, the three-headed dog to get the Sorcerer’s Stone. Fortunately, we told Professor McGonagall about out suspicions and Dumbledore went to check it out. It turns out that we were right! In fact, Snape was trying to get past Fluffy to get the Stone! Shockingly, Professor Dumbledore somehow thought that Professor Snape was just trying to make sure it was safe. But mark my words! Something bad will happen revolving Professor Snape and You-Know-Who! 

382. Sparta: The Civilization of Robots

381. The Nile River

The Nile River

     A 4000-mile river floods every year, giving food to hundreds and stops unwanted invaders. The Nile River shaped the Ancient Egyptian society by providing a natural defense and fertile land. First, the Nile River helped protect the Ancient Egyptians from enemies. According to document C, the Nile river provided a natural defense so the Ancient Egyptians didn’t have to use any of the resources to build fortifications for their civilization.

     Since they saved military resources, they could focus on getting food, and trading with other villages. Next, the Nile River provided fertile land for the Ancient Egyptians to grow crops. According to document E, when the Nile River floods, it deposits silt and creates a new layer of topsoil every year. Since the topsoil was rich in organic nutrients and nitrogen, it helps crops grow tremendously. The Nile River flooding and depositing silt made a surplus of crops, so the ancient Egyptians could expand to making weapons, clothes, pottery, and jewelry. The Nile River shaped the ancient Egyptians society greatly by protecting the ancient Egyptians and providing fertile soil.

380. Song to Athena - Goddess

Athena, the goddess of wisdom and war

Why won’t you? Why won’t you?

Tell Zeus to back off all the unfortunate

Athena, the goddess of wisdom and war

Why won’t you? Why won’t you?

Tell Hera to back off the other women other women

She is. She is the goddess of marriage. Marriage. Oh yeah

But she keeps on parking and playing and ruining the lives of these poor people. 

Athena, the goddess of wisdom and war

Why won’t you? Why won’t you?

Tell Hades to be less gloomy. He’s scaring all of the mortals

Kidnapped Persephone, caused sooo much damage in the World….

Athena, Athena, Your the goddess of wisdom and war

Athena, Athena, the goddess of wisdom and war. 

I know you won’t do all these things for they are beyond your control.
I know. I know.
You're an almighty god. But. What happened next is you will stop.
Stop. Stop all these unfortunate events. WHY. Why. Do I say so?
I say so because I know.
That you’re the only one with the power to stop all these
misfortune events in the immortal worllllld. OH! 

379. ELA Paragraph Essay

The Greeks believed in many things, but some of them differ from the contemporary view.
For instance, the Greeks believed that the world was flat. But in the present world, we
know that the world is a globe. They also assumed that gods came first, but were vanquished
by their children. Then their children created humans. This differs from the modern view because
we believe that humans evolved from monkeys, more specifically, apes. Although the Greek view
differed from ours, they still believed in many things that agree with our beliefs. For example, the
Greeks made up stories and myths to solve whatever problem they were unsure of, and so do we.
Lastly, the Greeks built monuments and statues to honor all the gods, and in the current world, we
make monuments to honor gods as well. To sum up, the Greek view and the contemporary view have
similarities, but the differences impact today's world.

378. A Christmas Carol - Play (Act 1, Scene 2)

A CHRISTMAS CAROL 

(Act 1, Scene 2)

SCROOGE: What are you doing, Cratchit? Acting cold, are you? Next, you’ll be asking to replenish your coal from my coal-box, won’t you? Well, save your breath Cratchit! Unless you’re prepared to find employ elsewhere!

FRED: A Merry Christmas, Uncle! God save you!

SCROOGE: Bah! Humbug!

FRED: Christmas a humbug, Uncle? I’m sure you don’t mean that.

SCROOGE: I do. What right have you to be merry? What reason have you to be merry? You’re poor enough!

FRED: Come, then. What right have you to be dismal? What reason have you to be morose? You’re rich enough!

SCROOGE: Bah! Humbug! 

FRED: Don’t be cross, Uncle!

SCROOGE: What else can I be, eh? When I live in a world of fools such as this? Merry Christmas?! What’s Christmas to you but a time for paying bills without any money; a time for finding yourself a year older, but not an hour richer. If I could work my will, every idiot who goes about with “Merry Christmas” on his lips should be boiled with his own pudding and buried with a stake of holly through his heart. [Pauses] He should! 

FRED: Uncle! 

SCROOGE: Nephew! You keep Christmas in your own way and let me keep it in mine. 

FRED:  Keep it? But you don’t keep it, Uncle!

SCROOGE: Let me leave it alone then. Much good it has ever done you.

FRED: There are many things I’ve derived good, but from which I’ve not profited, I dare say. Christmas among the rest. But I’m sure I’ve always thought Christmas, when it comes around, as a good time when men and women open their shut-up hearts freely and think of the people below them as fellow passengers to the grave and not as another race of creatures bound of other journeys. So, therefore, Uncle, although it has never out a scrap of silver or gold in my pocket, I believe it has done me good and that it will do me good, and I say, God bless it!

SCROOGE: [To Cratchit] Let me hear another sound from you and you’ll be keeping your Christmas by losing your situation. [To nephew] You’re quite a powerful speaker, sir. I wonder why you don’t go into parliament. 

FRED: Don’t be angry, Uncle. Come! Dine with us tomorrow.

SCROOGE: I’d rather see myself dead than see myself with your family!

FRED: Why? But why?

SCROOGE: Why did you get married? 

FRED: Because I fell in love.

SCROOGE: That, sir, is the only thing that you have said in your entire lifetime that is more ridiculous than “Merry Christmas.” [Turns away] Good Afternoon!

FRED: Nay, Uncle, you never came to visit me before I was married. Why give it as a reason for not coming now?

SCROOGE: Good afternoon, Nephew!

FRED: I want nothing from you; I ask nothing of you; Why can we not be friends?

SCROOGE: Good Afternoon!

FRED:  I am sorry with all my heart, to find you so resolute. But I have made the trial in homage to Christmas, and I’ll keep my Christmas humor to the last. So, a Merry Christmas, Uncle!

SCROOGE: Good Afternoon!

FRED: And a Happy New Year!

SCROOGE: GOOD AFTERNOON! 

FRED: [Facing Scrooge] Uncle, you are the most...no, I shan’t. My Christmas humor is still intact...God bless you, Uncle. [Stops at Bob Cratchit’s cage] Merry Christmas, Bob Cratchit!

SCROOGE: Oh fine, a perfection, just fine...to see the perfect pair of you, husbands, with wives and children to support...my clerk over there earning 15 shillings a week ...and the perfect pair of you, talking about a Merry Christmas...I’ll retire to Bedlam!

NEPHEW: He’s impossible.

CRATCHIT: Oh mind him not sir. He’s getting on in years and he’s along. He noticed your visit. I’ll wager your visit has warmed him!

NEPHEW: Him? Uncle Ebenezer Scrooge? Warmed? You are a better Christian than I am, sir!

CRATCHIT: [Opens door 2 men enter] Good day to you, sir and God bless!

NEPHEW: God bless…

CRATCHIT: Can I help you, Gentlemen?

THIN MAN: Scrooge and Marley’s, I believe. Have I the pleasure of addressing Mr. Scrooge or Mr. Marley?

SCROOGE: Mr. Marley has been dead these 7 years. He died 7 years ago this very night.

PORTLY MAN: We have no doubt his liberality is well represented by his surviving partner. [Hands card]

SCROOGE: [Hands back card without looking at it] Good afternoon.

THIN MAN: This will take but a moment, sir.

PORTLY MAN: At this festive season, Mr. Scrooge, it is more than usually desirable that we could make some slight provision for the poor and destitute, who suffer greatly at the present time. Many thousands of common necessities hundreds are in want of common comforts.

SCROOGE: Are there no prisons?

PORTLY MAN: Plenty of prisons. 

SCROOGE: And aren’t the Union Workhouses still in operation?

THIN MAN: They are still. I wish I could say they are not.

SCROOGE: The treadmill and the Poor Law are in full vigor, then?

THIN MAN: Both very busy, sir.

SCROOGE: Ohh. I see...I was afraid of what you said at first, that something had occurred to stop them from their useful course. [Pause] I’m glad to hear it.

PORTLY: Under the impression...what shall I put you down for, sir?

SCROOGE: Nothing!

PORTLY MAN: [Looks at THIN MAN] Ohhh! I see! You wish to be left anonymous!

SCROOGE: I wish to be left alone [turns, pause, turns back] Since you ask me what I wish, Gentlemen, that is my answer. I help to support the establishments I have mentioned; they cost enough and those who are badly off must go there,

THIN MAN: Many can’t go there and many would rather die.

SCROOGE: If they would rather die, they had better do it and decrease the surplus population. Besides - excuse me - I don’t know that.

THIN MAN: But you might know it.

SCROOGE: It’s not my business. It’s enough for a man to understand his own business, and not interfere with other people’s. Mine occupies me constantly. Good afternoon, Gentleman. [Turns to desk]

PORTLY MAN: But sir, Mr. Scrooge, think of the poor. 

SCROOGE: Take your leave of my offices, sirs, while I’m still smiling.

THIN MAN: Good day, sir [To Cratchit] A Merry Christmas to you, sir.

CRATCHIT: Yes. A Merry Christmas to both of you...

PORTLY MAN: Merry Christmas.

THIN MAN: What’s this?

CRATCHIT: Shh...

THIN MAN: Thank you, sir, thank you.

SCROOGE: It's less of a time of year for being merry and more of a time of year for being lonely...if you ask me.

CRATCHIT:  Well I don’t know, sir [6 bells] Well, there it is, eh, 6?

SCROOGE: Saved by six bells, are you?

CRATCHIT: I must be going home...lovely day tomorrow.

SCROOGE: Hmm, Oh you’ll be wanting the whole day tomorrow, I suppose.

CRATCHIT: If quite convenient, sir. 

SCROOGE: It’s not convenient, and it’s not fair. If I was to stop half-a-crown for it, you’d think yourself ill-used, I’ll be bound?

[Cratchit smiles faintly.]

CRATCHIT: I don’t know, sir...

SCROOGE: And yet, you don’t think me ill-used when I pay a day’s wages for no work.

CRATCHIT: It’s only once a year, sir.

SCROOGE: A poor excuse for picking a man’s pocket every 25th of December. But I suppose you must leave the whole day. Be here all the earlier the next morning!

CRATCHIT: Oh I will, sir, I will. And sir...

SCROOGE: Don’t say it, Cratchit!

CRATCHIT: But, sir, let me wish you a...

SCROOGE: Cratchit, I warn you...

CRATCHIT: Sir! [opens door]

SCROOGE: CRATCHIT!

CRATCHIT: All right...well...ah...MERRY CHRISTMAS! [Runs out the door]

BOY: [Singing] “Away in a manger…”

SCROOGE:  [Hits boy with a ruler] Bah! Humbug! Christmas! Bah! Humbug!

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377. ELA Mythology Poem - Demeter

Demeter, 

Goddess of Agriculture, Sacred Law, Earth, and Harvest.

Daughter of Kronos and Rhea; wife of Zeus.

Lover of daughter Persephone.

Who protects farming and vegetation.

Who needs a torch, scepter, and stalks of grain.

Who fears Hades.

Who taught Triptolemus to cultivate wheat.

Resident of Mt. Olympus.

Ceres.

376. Book Portal Adventures #1 - Journey to the Past!

By: Harini S. and Alexis Z.

H & A  Corporations 

“Beep! Beep! Beep!” I woke up with a start and glanced groggily at the alarm clock. 6:30 a.m. 5 more minutes won't hurt...right? I hit the snooze button and went back to bed. But soon after, I felt my dog leap onto my bed. Oh great. Just what I need. 

I sat upright to reprimand my puppy, but after looking at her cute, fluffy fur, I couldn’t resist and I said, “Who’s the best dog in the whole wide world? You are!! Yes, you are!!” I said joyfully. She barked in response as if saying, “I know I am!”

 I looked at the alarm again in despair. 7:00. “Well, I certainly can’t go back to sleep so I might as well get ready for school.” I went to my closet to get dressed. Hmm, what should I wear?  My eyes sour the entire wardrobe, before falling upon a stellar outfit. A white crop top with streaks of blue, white ripped jeans and a pair of converse sneakers. Done! Suddenly, I hear a chime coming from my iPhone.

 “Hey, girl!! Where r u? Mrs. Smith is looking for you!! And she seems extra grouchy today...Hurry up! You’re going 2 be L8!! 

I quickly texted back, “STALL FOR ME!!! I'm almost ready!! PLEASE STALL!!! P.S when was the HW due…?” 

“TODAY!! OH NO!! DON’T TELL ME YOU FORGOT!! It's 80% of our grade!!”  

“How is that possible? She said it was due on Wednesday…”

“GIRL! ARE YOU OUT OF YOUR MIND? Today is Wednesday. You're done for… ” 

I quickly texted back, telling her to stall when I heard a scream coming from the other room. “Oh, brother.”  My bedroom door swung open and on the other side stood a little boy covered in mud! It was my brother. “JAMES OLIVER MYERS!! Just what do you think you're doing you little twerp?”

“Nothing . . . I was just rolling around in the mud and now, I’m… jumping on your bed!!”

“Nooooooo!! NOT ON MY CLEAN, WHITE BED!!” JAMES! STOP! STOP!! MOM!!!” 

“What did he do this time?” yelled my mom.

I was about to tattle on my brother but decided against it because...

1. I was already late for school.

2. I had to work on my Social Studies Homework

3. He did sad puppy dog eyes and I couldn’t just tell on him.

And 4… I JUST COULDN’T!!! 

I looked quickly at my alarm and I almost died. 9:46 A.M. I WAS DEFINITELY GOING TO GET DETENTION. I quickly threw on my backpack, stuffed in my homework, and got out of there as quickly as I could. 

When I arrived at Evergreen High School, I raced to my next class and snuck in as quietly as possible. I know that Lilly tried to “stall” for me but still… did Mrs. Smith notice? I hope that she isn’t going to notice that I was late, but if she does, I hope I don’t get detention or, the worst-case scenario, get suspended.

I waited a few moments, and when Mrs. Smith didn’t notice, I thought I was in the clear. However, during the morning announcements, Ms. Stacey, the secretary, announced, “Brooklyn Myers to the principal’s office. Brooklyn Myers to the principal’s office.” My heart was beating so fast I thought it was going to pop out. After a not-very-long walk to the principal’s office, I anxiously opened the door and saw Mr. Dean sitting at his desk, looking very irritated. 

“Do you know why you are here?” asked Mr. Dean.

“Ummm...no?” I replied.

“Well, for your information, this is the 6th time you’ve been late! What do you have to say for yourself??” he demanded.

“Umm...Car troubles? ” I replied, hoping he wouldn’t realize that I didn’t have a car.

“May I point out Ms. Myers that you don’t have a car. Any other explanations?” he pointed out. Well, there goes that excuse!

“Um… well… you see… I overslept,” I admitted. “I’m TRULY sorry Mr. Dean!”

“Well, I thank you for your apology, but according to school guidelines, if a student is tardy for more than 5 times, I am obligated to punish the student.” 

“So in this case, you will simply stay after school to help Mrs. Decan, the librarian, organize the books on the shelves. And don’t even think about bailing!” he said triumphantly with a smirk on his face.

I knew that there was nothing I could say or do to avoid my punishment. But on the bright side, at least I didn’t get detention or suspended! 

Finally! That day went on like FOREVER!! I can’t wait to get home! I was about to walk out of school, but suddenly, Mr. Dean showed up out of nowhere!

“Brooklyn Myers!! Just where do you think you’re going?”

“Ummmm…  I'm going home, Mr. Dean.”

“Well, let me remind you once again that you have to help Mrs. Decan organize the books!! Now run along missy!” said Mr. Dean.

“OH MY GOD!! I’M SOO SORRY!! I LIKE TOTALLY FORGOT!!” I replied, hoping I wouldn’t get detention for forgetting.

“And I like totally don’t care!!!” replied Mr. Dean. I guess I must’ve gotten a weird look on my face because he said, “What? I'm down with the kids! I know about VSCO, hydro flasks, and sksksksksk!!” 

“Ummm, actually, I’m heading to the library right now.”

I hurried toward the library. I thought the faster I finish, the faster I’ll get out of here. But how? There were literally 5,000 books in this library. I started to organize the nonfiction section since it seemed to have most of the books all over the place. 

While I was organizing the historical books, I stumbled upon a book called, “Ancient Civilizations”. The cover looked really old, and I’m pretty sure that there was dirt on it. As I looked at the back cover, I could gather that it was about the lifestyle of the Mesopotamians. I never really liked to read books in the past but this book caught my attention.

 So I opened the book to read more about it when, all of a sudden, the book started to pull me inside it! I closed my eyes, in fear of whatever was happening!! I was so anxious that my mind was coming up with unbelievable occurrences! For example, I thought that I had powers!! And that I could time travel! I mean let's be real. Who, in the world, has the ability to TIME TRAVEL? 

I reluctantly opened my eyes, and to my surprise, there were enormous pyramids! I looked to my right, and saw a huge temple, right in the middle of the city! 

There were so many people there, and they were wearing strange clothing. For one thing, some of the men wore tunics and togas, while the women wore peplos. I wondered about their strange fashion choices and thought that it was probably just a strange holiday that I’ve never heard of. 

Suddenly, I felt someone tapping my shoulder. I turned around and to my surprise, saw a little girl around the same age as my brother. She looked at me weirdly and said, “Have I seen you before? You look really weird! What's your name?” 

Ok. Normally if people call me weird, I usually think they're right, but this was a nine-year-old and I was older than her so I decided to say, “Ummm… I think you’re a little confused. My name is Brooklyn  Myers, and I'm not weird! You're the weird one for saying that I'm weird so...HA!” 

“Okay... Anyway, I don't think I've ever seen you before. Besides, I should know because I'm the King’s daughter. And if you're from another village, don't even try to steal our food supplies because we will find you!!” 

“Um…the King’s daughter? WAIT. Are you Mr. Dean’s daughter?? Because he said he had a son… and… well… this is getting really awkward.”

“Who’s Mr. Dean?”

“The principal. Are you serious right now??” I asked.

“What’s a principal?” She asked. 

“Never mind, okay! I don’t have time for childish jokes right now!! I need to know where I am!!!” I demanded. 

“Oh, you're in Nineveh!” replied the little girl eagerly.

“Can you please write that down?” I asked.

“Okay! One minute, let me go get the supplies!” 

I waited impatiently for her to come back but it felt like it had been hours!  I mean, how long does it take to get a piece of paper and a pencil? Like, come on!!  Finally, in the distance, I could see her hurrying back with what looks like a stone in her hand and is that... a weirdly shaped pen?

“Ok! Here you go! This is where you are!!” the little girl replied. I looked down at a slab of stone and it was some kind of weird, messy handwriting that I couldn't even read! It looked like ancient symbols!! 

“I'm sorry, but I can't read this. It's way too messy. Where are your parents anyway? Maybe they can tell me where I am…”

“Oh, okay. Follow me!”

As I followed the strange little girl, and I began to notice some weird things. One of them was that there weren't any telephone poles or wires running up above the streets. There weren't even traffic lights.

 What is wrong with this place!!! I mean if they like the decorations, I guess I don’t blame them, but this is just too weird. After a long walk, we finally arrived at her “house”, but that was a huge understatement! The “house” was basically a PALACE!! IT WAS ENORMOUS!!

“Hi, Dad. I found this girl and she says her name is Brooklyn Myers. Do you recognize her?

 “Brooklyn Myers? I don’t know a Brooklyn Myers in our village.” the King said. 

“Um… hello. I’m totally NOT from around here so can I borrow your phone to call my friend Lilly? I seriously don’t have any WiFi right now, and I didn’t see any telephone poles or wires. Do you guys  not need WiFi to use a phone or something?” I asked in confusion. 

“What’s a phone?” the King’s daughter asked.  

“Yeah… and what’s Wifi? Is it a new tool? Or a new place for our village to take over? If so, how many people live there? And is the king weak?” the King demanded excitedly. 

“Umm… So… NO!! No, no, and NO! A phone is a device on which you can call, text, and do many other things on it, once you download apps. WiFi stands for Wireless Fidelity. And you can use it to connect to the internet or call and text others.” I answered. 

“What’s a device? And what's an “app?”

“You’re joking, right?” 

“No, I believe we are not.” the King said, looking at his daughter, confused.

“A device is an object that is made to do a purpose. And an app is an application that can serve many purposes! Any other questions you need me to answer? I’m not Google, you know.”

“Yes, what’s a… “Google”?

At this point, I was literally thinking about asking them if they knew how to add and subtract! Obviously, I didn’t say that out loud because that would just be rude. 

“Google is the internet where you can search up stuff instead of going through thousands of information,” I said, trying to keep calm.

“How do you know all of this? You’re VERY talented!!” said the King, obviously amazed. 

“What do you mean? You guys should know these things!! Literally! By the way, WHERE AM I??? Is this like an island so far away from civilization?” 

“Oh! You’re in Nineveh! Where are you from, strange visitor? And why are you here?” 

“What’s Nineveh? Anyway, I’m from Brooklyn, New York. And actually I’m not even sure how I got here…” I replied extremely puzzled. 

“Oh, well, that's alright! Nineveh is near the east bank of the Tigris River.” said the King. “And if you want, my daughter, Misharu, can show you around! For the time being, you are welcome to stay here as long as you like.”

I hesitated for a moment and then I said, “Thank you so much.

“You are most welcome Miss. Myers.” the King replied.

“Sure! That would be great!” I replied, feeling very excited.

And so, I followed Misharu around the village as she introduced me to some workers. As we made our way around the village, I noticed that they didn’t have any plows. When I asked Misharu where it was, she simply said, “What’s a plow?” 

Exasperated, I told her, “A plow is a tool that helps us to farm. Don’t tell me you guys don’t have it!”

“I’m sorry, but I’m afraid we don’t! I mean we can ask my mom! She’s the Queen!” 

As I wondered what a Queen does, we finally arrived back at her “house.”

“Hello, Mother! This is Brooklyn Myers. She’s a visitor from a place called “New York”! And she's wondering if we have a plow. So… DO WE HAVE THAT??” asked Misharu, obviously puzzled beyond comprehension. 

“Hello, Misharu. How are you? And I noticed that you are falling behind in your lessons, and your lettering is getting sloppy!” 

“MOTHER!! I ⁠—”

“NOPE!! NOT ANOTHER WORD OUT OF YOU! Now go to your room and PRACTICE!! Or else…” 

I was really feeling awkward between their bickering, so I just said, “Um, excuse me? Mrs. um… Queen? I don’t mean to interrupt, but I was wondering, do you guys have a plow?”

“Oh! Sorry…“Brooklyn?”...is it?” Anyway, what is a plow? And I’m pretty sure that we DON’T have it here!”

“Oh,” I replied, clearly devastated. 

“But we do have many other inventions! Like the reed pen, writing, and irrigation systems! We also have Artisans and they make pottery, baskets, jewelry, clothing and most importantly, iron weapons!” 

“What’s a Reed pen?” I asked confused.  

“A reed pen is made by cutting and shaping a single reed straw or length of bamboo. It helps us write on papyrus or slabs of rock.” the Queen explained. 

“Oh wow! Do you have other inventions?”

“Oh yes! We have much more! Why don’t we take a walk around the village and I could show them to you?”

“Oh, that would be great!” I replied, beaming with excitement.

We walked around the village and I began to notice that some of the items could use some modifications. For example, they didn’t have any snares! 

When I asked the Queen about it, she looked perplexed and said, “I’m afraid we don’t have any and what are snares?”

“Snares are traps for catching people or wild animals! I’m actually really surprised that you guys don’t have any!” I replied, obviously amused!

“Oh… well, if you want, you can make one! That way, we would have some! What do you think?” She asked, secretly hoping that I would say yes.

“Oh,... um, sure! I’m pretty sure I know how because I was a Girl Scout!”

“What's a Girl Scout?”

Oh no, not AGAIN! Deep breath in. Deep breath out. Whew! 

“A Girl Scout is a girl who gets to help, educate people, learn new things about the world, and have fun while doing it. It also means stepping out of your comfort zone and doing things for people other than yourself and feeling good about it.” I explained.

“Oh, that's cool! I wish we had that here! It would be amazing for  Misharu and especially the other kids in our village.” she replied enviously.

“Then why don’t we do just that? A Girl Scouts right here in your village! But first, I’ll show you how to make the snare! Ok?”

“Sure!! THAT WOULD BE AMAZING!!” replied the Queen excitedly.

And so, I went to get the supplies in the forest and showed her exactly what materials I needed.

“Ok! So we need a sturdy tree, a wire, sticks, a knife, and a rock. Speaking of rocks, do you see any?” I asked the Queen.

“Ummmm...Oh! There’s one. 

“Nope! That's too big..”

“Oh. How about that one?” She asked, hoping it’s the right size.

“Nope! Too small! Are we going for Goldilocks and the Three Bears, kind of story?” 

“What’s Goldilocks and the Three Bears?” questioned the Queen.

“Oh, never mind. Oh, look at that rock! It's perfect! Can you get it for me?”

“Oh, sure! OUCH!” cried the Queen, obviously hurt.

“Are you ok? What happened?” I questioned, a little worried.

“I'm sure it's nothing. Except there’s a huge red bulge on my calf!!” she screamed.

“Oh no! Where’s the hospital? I'm pretty sure you have one, right?”

“Actually we don’t have a “hospital” whatever that is…”

“Ok then, let me take a look. Back in Girl Scouts, we used first aid kits a lot!”

“What's a —”

“Don’t you worry about that!” I said, trying to reassure her.

I quickly mended the Queen wound although she would probably have some swelling up after a few hours.

“Thank you so much!” she said happily.

Now, let's get back to making the snares! It didn’t take very long to make one. When I finished the first one, I showed it to the Queen and she said that we should show the King and see what he thinks! I was so excited! We quickly went back to her beautiful “house.” When we arrived, we saw Misharu scowling in the corner.

“Misharu! Come here! Look what this Brooklyn has done! Be careful, though!” she cautioned. 

“I know. I know. Oooh, this looks so cool! You should show dad!” said Misharu eagerly.

“We are!” I said.

Suddenly, the door of the “house” opened. It was the King. He came in and I showed him the snare that I made.

“What is this?” the King questioned.

“It’s called a snare and it’s a weapon,” I replied.

“Oh, that’s wonderful. Can you make more? With new and improved weapons, our village can finally conquer the surrounding villages!” said the King, sounding delighted.

“Um… sure. How many would you like me to make?” I asked.

“As many as you can make if that’s not too much of a problem for you.”

“Of course not, I’ll go start making the snares.” I was about to head out to gather more supplies but then, the Queen said, “Misharu, you can go help Brooklyn make the snares. It’ll be a great experience for you when we start our village’s very own Girl Scouts.” 

I guess she was about to question what a Girl Scout is but she didn’t and just said, “Ok.” Misharu and I walked to the forest to get the supplies for making the snares. 

“Hey Brooklyn, how do you make snares anyway?” she asked.

“So first, you take a piece of wood and put it in the ground. Then you take a long, sturdy rope and tie it to a nearby tree. Then you take a rock and hold down the rope, so it won’t fall down. And that’s how you make a snare. Here, you try.” 

“Um… ok,” she said uneasily.

“Don’t worry, I’ll help you,” I replied.

It took a while putting it together but other than that, she was a natural at this! Together, we made more and more snares. When we made about 75, we brought them back to the “house”.

“Mom, Dad, come look at what we did,” Misharu announced, proudly. 

They came into the room and they said, “Wow, that’s great girls! And you made a bunch of them too.” We headed back and made some more. By that time, it had gone dark, so the Queen offered me a place to stay. 

“Thank you so much for letting me stay in your beautiful home,” I replied gratefully.

“It’s the least we could do after all you did for us. You taught Misharu and me how to make snares and you made a bunch of them yourself. And after we obtain more, we’ll start our village’s first Girl Scouts.” She said, happily.

I went to bed and thought, how long has it been since I’ve been in this strange land? I mean what kind of place is called “Nineveh?” But then, it hit me. I remember studying about Ancient civilizations in Social Studies, and the name Nineveh sounds familiar… But… HOW DID I END UP HERE? One second I was in the school library, and the next, I got… transported through time? Wait a minute! Let me think back to before I got here. 

I grabbed a library book, then I opened it and I was here. I BET THE BOOK SENT ME HERE!!! It makes so much sense now! The weird writing. No devices, and no Wifi! Plus, they kept asking me so many questions!! I decided to think more about it tomorrow because I was exhausted from making all those snares!

The next day, I was woken up by Misharu jumping up and down on my bed! I was about to go back to sleep, but then, I remembered that I had to tell the King and Queen that I got to Nineveh through a… BOOK. I didn’t know how to begin the conversation so I just said, “So, how are you peeps doing?” I asked nervously.

“Well… I'm not sure what “peeps” mean, but we’re doing--”

“I GOT HERE THROUGH A BOOK!” I blurted, unable to stop myself.

“YOU WHAT??” They all said in unison. Oh boy. How, oh how, did I get into such a mess? Since I blurted out that I got here through a book, I decided to explain this to them.

“Um… you see, I was late to school because of my brother⁠—he’s the same age as you, Misharu⁠—and he jumped on my beautiful white bed! Plus, I also forgot to do my Social Studies homework and well… things kind of went downhill from there. I got called to the principal's office because that was my 6th time being tardy.” I paused here and took a breath before blabbering on. 

“Luckily, I didn’t get detention or suspended but I still got punished! I had to organize all the books in the library after school. There were about 5,000 books! And at the end of the day, I was about to leave to go home because I forgot about my punishment, but Mr. Dean, the principal, reminded me that I had to organize the books. So, I thought the faster I finish, the faster I would get out of there. And while I was cleaning I found a book called, “Ancient Civilizations”! It looked kind of interesting and when I opened it, I ended up here…” I finished, somewhat lamely. 

“Wow.” still very shocked by my explanation. “Oh… So you’re from the future then. No wonder why all of a sudden a Brooklyn Myers just came into our village. So, how are you going home?”

“To be honest, I don’t know… yet.” After that, there was an awkward silence for a while until Misharu said, “Well, then I’ll help you figure out how to get home! BECAUSE it's MY RESPONSIBILITY! Kind of… ” she declared triumphantly.

I was so excited that someone would be helping me, and I guess that I was so excited that I said, “YAY!! OH MY GOD!! WOULD YOU ACTUALLY??? WOW, THANKS SO MUCH!!” I screamed in joy. I quickly stopped because everyone was giving me weird looks.

“Ok, so let’s get started,” said the King. They all tried to think of ways to get me home. But how I wondered… I thought about this for quite a long time. Suddenly, an idea struck me! What if we got every single book in the entire village and try to see which one would take me to my time! The others agreed and we spent the rest of the day trying this out. Sadly, our efforts were in vain. If only there was WiFi here so I could Google up how to get out of a book. LITERALLY! 

It was still quiet until someone suggested, “Why don’t you go back to the spot where you first got here. Maybe there’s something there that can help you get back.”  

“Ok, I’ll try that. I think there were pyramids and huge temple somewhere in the village when I first got here.” I replied. “ But I don’t know where the temple is… Where do I find the temple?” I asked.

“It’s in the center of the village. Misharu, you can show her where that is.” the King asked. 

Misharu nodded and walked with me around the village. She showed me the temple and together, we search around the temple, the pyramids, the spot where Misharu and I met. We searched for hours but found nothing. 

Still, I wanted to get home. I’m not saying this place is bad or anything, I just want to get home where there’s modern technology that makes things way more efficient. We looked around a little more until we finally gave up. 

“It’s getting dark, let’s go back to your house Misharu. We’ll search again tomorrow.” I said. 

 As we went home without luck,  I decided that tomorrow would be my lucky day! So, I went to bed once again, hoping to go home tomorrow. 

When I fell asleep, I had a dream about finding my way back home. In my dream, I was walking around to try to find a way to go home, like I did yesterday. But this time, I actually found something. I found a book just lying there on the ground. It didn’t look like a normal book. For example, it was made of some futuristic material! I was sure that it didn’t belong to this time, but I still looked around to see if anybody dropped it. I didn’t see anyone around, so I decided to open it to see what it was about. 

I thought that if I got here by a book, I’ll just get back home by a book. I opened the book and it was similar to how I got here. I got sucked into the book and was back at the library! Suddenly, I woke up, gasping for breath. I told everyone about my crazy dream and the Queen said, “Well, maybe that’s how you’re going to get back home! It can’t hurt to try!” 

I searched the ground to see if there was a futuristic book on the ground that could take me home, like in my dream. I kept searching, along with Misharu, just like we had done yesterday. So far, we found nothing.  I would go home today, I was sure of it. I didn’t know if it was still Wednesday back home, but it had been around a week here. Anyway, I searched some more and just like in my dream there was a book on the ground. It was titled, “Inventions of the Future”, I had found the book! AT LAST!! ONE MORE DAY HERE AND I WAS GOING TO DIEEE!!!  I was about to open the book right there, but I wanted to say goodbye to Misharu, the King, and Queen, so I began the walk there.

“SO??? DID YOU FIND IT??? WAIT. IS THAT IT? THE BOOK? OH MY GOD!!! TS IS!!! ARE  YOU LEAVING US?? ARE YOU--”

“Yes, Misharu. It is the book. And yes, I have to leave. I just came to say goodbye and to thank you for your hospitality! Seriously! I owe you one!”

“Oh, Brooklyn! You don’t owe us anything! You just helping our civilization improve had been amazing!! Using these ideas, we can develop much faster, and we have to thank you for that.” replied the Queen gratefully. 

“Yes, thank you!” replied the King. 

“You’re welcome! Again, thank you so much for everything you did. I know I caused you a bit of confusion at first… but I’m glad I could help you all improve too. Still, I’M GOING HOME. FINALLY!!! No offense… ”

“None taken… I think…  Anyway, we’ll miss you very much! replied the King.

“I’ll miss you guys too!” I said, very sadly. “But I have to go back to my time.” We all said one final round of goodbye’s and I opened the book.

Suddenly, a bright flash of light flashed before me. As I looked behind me, I saw the King, Queen, and Misharu waving goodbye. I waved as well, and when I looked in front of me, I saw my school library in a portal-like thingy. I immediately felt a surge of power coursed through me and everything went blank. 

“Brooklyn? Brooklyn? Are you ok? I think you passed out from a lack of dehydration… Please don't sue the school!” said a worried voice.

“Mrs. Decan? I’m fine! I… I… what am I doing here???”

“OH NO!! You're NOT FINE!! LET ME TAKE YOU TO THE SCHOOL NURSE!!”

“I'm joking Mrs. Decan! Just a little joke! Are you ok?” I inquired.

“NEVER DO THAT AGAIN!” said Mrs. Decan very sternly.

“I’m sorry… Wait, what time is it?”

“It's 2:35?. Why?”

“Oh! I have to go home! Did I finish organizing the books?”

“You didn’t, but it's fine! You just go home and rest!--”

“But--”

“NOPE, NO “BUTS!” Now, you go home and rest, I'll tell Mr. Dean you weren’t feeling well.” said Mrs. Decan.

“Oh ok.” I grabbed my stuff and headed home, wondering if what happened was really real. Suddenly, a drone passes in front of me! What is going on??? I look at the sky and there are drones all over!!! I looked at the people passing by and they have these futuristic looking glasses! I look up once again and is that… a flying car? Did I accidentally go through another book again? Or… Oh! When I told the Queen about the ideas that were in my time, she must’ve built on those ideas and that must have really developed!! But I don’t mind this change at all! 

After a long walk, I finally arrived at my house. 

“Mom? Dad? Hello? Are you there?”

I heard a clattering coming from the kitchen! I grabbed a nearby lamp and head inside quietly. What I saw surprised me so much that I dropped the lamp, which caused it to shatter! Is that a ROBOT? In my KITCHEN?

“Hello, Miss. Brooklyn! How was your day?” replied the robot doing the dishes.

“Umm… it was fine? WHERE ARE MY PARENTS??? AND MY LITTLE BROTHER??” I demanded, with surprising fierceness. 

“They are upstairs. Are you feeling ok?”

I was about to scream once again, but then my parents came downstairs. 

“Honey! Are you ok? We hear you screaming!”

“I’m fine, I just… Hey, what do you have in your hands?” I questioned?

“It’s your Social Studies Homework! Did you forget to do it?” accused my parents.

“Yes,” I said sheepishly.

“Well, if you want, we can help you with it! Also, why were you late?” they asked, concerned.

“I got punished because I was late, but don’t worry! I just had to help Mrs. Decan with the books…” I replied, sort of happy.

“Oh, ok! Why don't we take a look at your Homework?”

“Sure! Why not?” I opened the leaflet to see the prompt and when I saw it, I almost burst out laughing.

“Write a three-page essay about the civilization of the Mesopotamians. Such as some of their inventions. Compare and contrast the differences between the inventions in the past and now. Use prior knowledge or evidence from the book, if needed.”

  A THREE-page essay, well I could just write 27 pages based on the adventure I had with them!!! 

“So sweetie, do you know where the Social Studies book is?” asked my Mom.

“No, I think I’ll just use my prior knowledge on this one!”

“Oh really? How do you know so much?”

“Why don’t you take a seat and I’ll tell you all about it…”

I learned three important things that day… 

One, to never be late for school, two, to always do my homework, and three, always ask my parents for help when I need it. As long as I promise to do these, I will never go through another portal for the rest of my life… or at least… for the rest of this school year. 

Sneak Peek

of Book 2

Underwater Exploration

Chapter  1

I never thought I’d be a fish. I’d never thought I’d say that. I’d never thought I could stay underwater, but all of that happened… and MORE!! But I should’ve expected it because I spent a week with the Mesopotamian's!*  The day started pretty normal. I brushed my teeth, got ready for school, and restrained at yelling at my brother because his birthday was coming up. Luckily his birthday is a BIG deal because if it wasn’t I would be screaming at him every day of the year! 

As I opened the door to my house, something caught my eye! It was a book that my grandma gave me last year. I had never bothered to read it because it was titled, “Mysteries of the Ocean.” I mean, who wants to read a book about the ocean? Ok. Maybe my brother because he is OBSESSED with the ocean! Even his room has rocks, seashells, pebbles, and starfish! He even has a fish tank with a goldfish, puffer fish, and seahorses! I decided to give the book to my brother, but I was now a little bit interested in it, so I put it in my bag to read it during a free period or lunch. 

         Read Book # 2, Underwater Exploration to find out what happens next.

Author Q & A

Name: Harini S. 

1. Where did you get the idea for this book?

Well, I got this idea when we were Social Studies and I said to Alexis, “Hey! Why don’t we write a book?” We started planning out where the story would take place, and we finished writing in a week and 3 days! 

2. What time of the day is best for you as a writer? 

The time of day would definitely be in the evening. More specifically, 10 A.M - 6 P.M. However, we have been writing this story after school, and so we start at about 4 and end at 9:00 P.M. And I’m pretty surprised that we were about to keep our grades up and write a book simultaneously.

3. What are some of your hobbies?

I enjoy drawing, writing, reading, and working on my blog, (harinigem.blogspot.com), and I LOVE to work on my ongoing tech projects!

4. Are you currently writing another book?

We are currently writing Underwater Exploration, which is Book 2 of the series Book Portal Adventures. Make sure you keep an eye out!

5. Do you think you’ll be the best selling author in the world?

I mean, let’s be real. Alexis and I are only in the 7th grade. Although it might be possible to be a best selling author, I think it will be a blessing if a couple of people to read it! 

Name: Alexis Z.

1. Do you like to write?

Yes.

2. What do you like to do in your free time?

I like to do math, design/draw, and technology.

3. Are you going to write any other books besides the Book Portal Adventures series?

Probably.

4. Do you like what you write about?

I don’t know, maybe whatever comes to mind and mostly fiction books.

5. Did you like writing this book?

Yes. 

About The Authors 

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Harini and Alexis are 7th graders. Both authors like reading, drawing, and of course, writing books! Their favorite subjects in school are Math, Science, ELA, Social Studies and Art. They also enjoy learning Spanish! Check out the rest of their books in this series.