By Jannessa Abascal, age 15, California

The echoing of the increased barking continued as the clicks and clangs of nails hitting the rows of metal cages joined in.

By Edgar Villalobos, age 12, San Pablo, CA

It was a pleasantly peaceful day while I was watching TV. My mom passed through my room with clothes.

By Nneka Nkwocha, age 15, California

It was a picturesque sunny day, but the gym was musty, with a sour smell of sweat lingering in the air.

By Sehen Dilkush Gamhewa, Age 12, Kuwait

I glanced out of our run-down cabin. It was a cold day here in China.

By Priscilla Torres

One morning I opened my eyes to the beautiful bright sun shining through my window.

By Macey Genuino

There was once a girl named Iris Park. She was a very beautiful, quiet, and intelligent girl.