Response to All the Troubles of The World

I feel sorry for Multivac. All the humans just kept feeding it information. All that information must have made Multivac extremely stressed. That's the reason why it wanted to die. I guess maybe artificial life is not such a good idea. After we use them for a while, they'll just want to shut down and then we will have to make a new one. That will make us waste more money on making another one, and all the money for something that will last only about four months. That way those other artificial life things won't have to suffer the way Multivac did.

Charlotte's poem for Mrs.Hancock

My teacher, you were so bright
You always looked at us with delight
While we learned, you made it fun.
You never looked down on anyone.
Now that I'm in high school,
Classmates thought you were uncool.
I thought my class would pick on me
so I had to look on you harshly.
Now that you have gone to rest,
deep in my heart I am depressed.
As I look back with a face of regret,
I realize it's you I'll never forget.

Letter from Miss.Strangeworth

Dear, townspeople

            I don’t know which one of you ruined my special rose bushes, but be warned that I may return the favour and ruin YOUR most prized possessions. Also if this makes you feel better at all, I think those letters were mere notes telling you that you should be more aware in your lives. I just bought some new rose seeds from the stores the other day and I’ll keep regrowing them until you give up and leave them alone. If you knew something that was important to someone, you wouldn’t dare wreck it. That is all I want to say.

Sincerely,

                  Miss. Strangeworth

My Earliest Memory

My mom said something that made me cry

My grandpa died oh what a surprise!

I was 7 and in grade 2

How the news made me blue.

The next day, it was sunny

People’s faces were so gloomy.

A lot of people were gathered there

Watching dear grandpa go elsewhere

We each picked up sand, which we threw down there

But there was one thing I couldn’t bear.

I didn’t want to grow up, since I would die too

My father replied you’ll have to, there’s nothing you can do

My other grandpa told me all of us are the same

We will die too, that’s how it came

Later that day, I still had a tear

Wondering how I will overcome this fear

I hate to admit it but, to this day

I fear about passing away

My life will go on without a doubt

Until the day I do fade-out.