By Adele Ciociola, age 10, California

We all have that one person in our life, don’t we, the stereotypical “nosy neighbor”? For some of us, that person might be a friend or relative.

By Ivan Torres, age 11, California

Saturday morning, I was at my friend’s bright white-, blue-, and yellow-colored house. “You should put the Golden State Warriors logo on your garage door so that it looks like a Warrior house,” I said.

By Kirstyn Geyer, age 12, Ohio

Once upon a time in a place called Treeville, there lived a little white mouse whose name was Timothy. Timothy was only six years old, and he lived in a really tall oak tree.

By Hannya Garduño

It was a cold winter night in New York. I was a little scared because I had just changed houses, and in my new house, I had seen a rat; I’m scared of rats.

By Daniel Jarquin Torres, age 11, California

I woke up early in the morning feeling happy, and I had an upturned face. The sun looked as bright as a flashlight pointing right at my eyes. I could only see the ceiling of my bedroom.

By Davi Jacobs, Contributing Writer

Katherine and Elizabeth were the best of friends until high school. They met each other when Katherine pulled a leaf out of Elizabeth's blonde hair in Ms. Smith's kindergarten class.