Just because of a diary

    Mike and Jean Ross shuffled around their attic holding brooms. “I can’t believe mom made us clean the attic!” Mike whined. Jean got up, dusted her pants, and dragged a heavy box into sight. Mike looked at its contents. “On the bright side, mom also told me that we could keep some stuff,” Jean exclaimed. They dug around, but only found paintbrushes. Mike noticed a strange yellow glow coming from the corner of the room. He cautiously moved toward it. His eyes seemed to turn brighter every second he looked at it.
    Jean noticed his eerie trance and looked at it too. It was a tattered red diary. She opened its yellowing pages and squinted at the words. “Lemmie see it, Jean,” Mike said over her shoulder. “It says go to the left and find your treasure,” Jean said. Max sprinted to the far left of the attic. “What’s there?” Jean said, her voice echoing in the large room. “A dusty old mirror,” he replied grumpily. Mike wiped off the coat of debris that clung to it. It shone in the evening sun. Jean ran to him, accidentally flying into the mirror. “AAAAAHH!” she screamed. The mirror sucked her up! Mike screamed. He calmed down then carefully jumped into the looking glass. He collapsed onto the vivid green grass. His eyes swayed around looking for Jean. She seemed to be sitting on a rainbow.  “Ya, gotta try this, Mike,” she said, and then she slid down the rainbow and landed on a glob of golden…guitars. They had big eyes and five-inch teeth. “EEEK!” she yelled as she stumbled away. Cold sweat ran down her forehead as she ran toward Mike. He stared at his sister and walked away.
    They marched to a train station that had millions of trains lined up. “Get’cha tickets ‘ere, tickets for the trolley!” an ugly man screeched. The siblings got two tickets and looked at them. On the back it said ‘old rusty’. The tickets had tiny buttons under the words. The kids pressed the button and got transported into a rusted train. Soon enough, they fell asleep in the cold dark night. Jean woke up. It was sunrise. “Screeech!” The train stopped. Half of the train titled backwards. It was on a cliff! Mike in the meanwhile woke up. He felt strange. Blue light streamed around him. He lifted into the air. Then, floated out the window and saw the cliff. He saw the titled train! It was braking. “Now!” Mike shouted. His hand flung out. Aqua blue light shot out of his palm and hit the cliff. It turned into sturdy ground. Cheers and shouts filled the air. Jean hugged Mike then said, “Your treasure is at the left.” They walked left and found the mirror. The siblings jumped in and landed on their beds and fell asleep, not noticing the red diary glowing in the corner of the room.



Aditi Ahuja - 7th grade

Aditi has lively and vivid imagination, weaving tales with such intricate details and finesse that it's almost impossible not to get lost in her world. Her vocabulary is strong, and so is the command of English language. As much as she enjoys building fiction stories, she simply detests writing formal essays!