Featured Writing by Leah

A One in a Million Chance

by Leah

Two weeks ago I woke up to my blaring alarm clock at 6 a.m. I was so tired that I almost went back to sleep when I remembered that it was a holiday, Lag B'Omer. I was going to take a school trip to Brooklyn to march in a huge Lag B'Omer parade and festival.

At the school, my brother and I got on a blue bus and picked a seat near the front. From there, we kept watching as more and more people climbed on board. How many more could even fit on the bus? It looked like the entire city of Boston was going to New York City!

Finally we got to Brooklyn, and the weather was boiling hot. We split into groups and began walking through a crowd of what looked like "zillions" of people. I was kind of hoping I would see my older sister Shaina, who had gone to the parade with her own school. However, I now realized that there was about a one in a million chance of that happening.

Our chaperone, Rabbi Meyers, called our group together and said that in five minutes we'd be joining the parade. I was so excited to march. I carried a poster with me that read, "Light Shabbos Candles."

Well, I could hardly believe it. As soon as we joined the parade, I spotted some people I knew in the huge crowd. These included my best friend from kindergarten, one former schoolmate--and even my sister and her class! I quickly pulled out the poster I was carrying to show Shaina, who watched as we marched through the streets of New York.

Featured Writing by Fey

Walking Through the Woods

by Fey

As I walk through the woods, the air is filled with the sound of birds chirping from their nests. Squirrels are cracking nuts, and the chomping seems to make the forest quiver. Branches scratch my arm as leaves fall down near my feet.

Something smells like cotton candy, but it is just the scent of blooming flowers. The moist ground has an earthy smell. Wolves are howling, and I hear the clicking hooves of deer walking on the rocky ground. A waterfall in the distance is flowing. I look up to see a blue, white and yellow sky.

Featured Writing by Yoni

Spring

by Yoni

Outside, spring reveals itself. The ground is moist and green from the earlier rain, while clouds still swirl and hover like menacing birds. Trees have begun to sprout their leaves and blossoms. The bark is rough against my back as I lean against the tree to rest.

I close my eyes and hear the sounds of spring: the sizzle of hot dogs and burgers on a grill, the trickle of water from a stream - and finally, the peaceful chirping of birds in the distance.