Writing Contest Winners 2013 — 5th and 6th Grades
Congratulations to the following 5th and 6th grade winners of the “PHB” Homeschool Writing Contest!!!
1st Place: Piper, a traditional homeschooler in Grade 6 from San Francisco, CA, for the story entitled “A Rescue Mission Gone Wrong”. Piper’s wonderful winning story is reprinted below.
2nd Place: Paige, a traditional homeschooler in Grade 6 from Fremont, NH, for the story entitled “I Knew You Would Come”.
3rd Place: Eliza Ann, a traditional homeschooler in Grade 6 from Elverson, PA, for the story entitled “The Treasure Map”.
The winners have been notified and will be receiving their prizes from the sponsors shortly.
Special thanks to all the students who participated! You did a fantastic job! We can tell that you all worked very hard. I hope to host more writing contests in the future. Please try again!
Special thanks to the following Sponsors who helped make this contest possible:
- The Institute for Excellence in Writing
- Peace Hill Press &
- Silver Lining Press
Special thanks also to the panel of judges who helped me select the winners:
- Michelle Lofton
- Rosario Cintron
- Julia Melone
- Theresa George
As promised, following is a reprint of Piper’s fantastic winning story:
“A Rescue Mission Gone Wrong”
“Help! Help!” my sister screamed frantically.
I groaned. What a drama queen! What could it be this time? Reluctantly, I followed the sounds of her cries, apologizing to my guests as I went off to rescue my five-year-old little sister from the clutches of — whatever mess she’d gotten herself into this time.
My name, by the way, is Shane Takahashi. When this event happened, I was fourteen, a math genius, and the kind of boy who has his friends over for wild and out-of-control parties. I was also the sort of boy who, before his crazy party starts, tries to a) lock his little sister, Kinzie the Killer, in a dog crate, or b) hide her in the basement with the laundry Dad didn’t do, or c) in a final act of desperation, tell her she can go play with his video games upstairs as long as she stays silent and sensible.
Mistake #1: I left Kinzie alone in my room.
I’m pretty sure you know how I felt as I followed the voice of my kid sister. I’d spent the whole afternoon trying to get her out of my party and away from my friends. I’d wanted a Kenzie-free night, and here I was heading upstairs to go check on her, missing val —
“HELP! SHANE! SOMEBODY! HELP!”
— uable party time. How dare she! Whatever possessed her to go cause pro —
“HURRY UP! HEEEEEEEEEEEELP!”
— blems. It was my party, for heaven’s sake! Who did she —
“SHANE! HELP ME!”
— think she was, that little girl who decided to —
My ears ringing, my thoughts not exactly pleasant, I flung the bedroom door open, stepped in, and then my legs flew out from under me.
Now, I’m not exactly a very graceful person. Or a very light person. And my bedroom floor isn’t soft at all, as I discovered. The hard way.
“Ow.” I landed on my rear so hard I saw stars.
Somebody was laughing, a snorting, giggling noise. Kinzie was doubled over. In one had, she had a stick of butter, like the kind Mum used for baking. In the other, she held my cellphone. There were my spelling medals around her neck and my journal in her overly-large pocket with Pikachu on the front.
“GIVE ME THOSE!!” I said in Japanese, the language my family used when really mad (or scared), as I stumbled to my feet and lunged for my possessions.
Kinzie sniggered and danced out of the way. This time, I tripped over my social studies book and landed on my elbow. I always knew social studies was evil.
As I lay on the hardwood floor (which I think had been substituted with cement), groaning from the pain in my elbow and hindquarters, Kinzie the Monster had the nerve to kick me. It was a good and solid kick, like the one I used on my science text when I as really mad.
“HEY!” I shouted (still in Japanese). “KNOCK IT OFF! WHAT DID I EVER DO TO YOU?!”
Mistake #2: I tried to be reasonable I should have turned tail and gotten out of there.
“Well,” Kinzie said, almost too calmly, in English. “You tried to lock me in Spot’s old crate, and you tried to throw me in the basement. You also ditched me at the playground yesterday –“
“You wanted to leave!” I said, switching to English, feeling a very strong sense of dread.
” — and then you stole the computer from me. Then, what did you do? Oh, that’s right! You stole my pizza slice, you changed the channel while I was watching Sophia the First –“
“I was trying to save you from that monstrous little girl!”
” — and then you used my homework for spit wads!”
“I don’t even know how to make spit wads!”
Kinzie grinned. “And you know what else, Shane?”
Mistake #3: I told myself that Kinzie didn’t know anything else worth knowing.
“What?” I said.
“I read your journal, every single bit. And if you don’t let me play on your laptop, if you don’t share your iPhone, if you don’t lend me your 3DS, I’ll tell Mum and Dad what you did.
Ooh. I, Shane the Victim, was sunk now. If Kinzie knew some of the things I’d done — I’d snuck out of science class for the past three weeks. I’d been ditching football practice from day one. I’d taken Violet Jones on a date when I was supposed to be cleaning the attic. I’d been throwing wilder parties than this one — I was sunk.
I was on the point of telling her, Fine, you little pain, you can play with my electronics, when something occurred to me.
“Ha!” I, Shane the Conqueror, crowed. I stood up and grinned wickedly.
Kinzie seemed a little unnerved. I’m pretty sure the brat had thought she was about to get a technology-rich life.
“What?” she said, swapping to Japanese. She was scared.
“You can’t read,” I said.
The expression on Kinzie the Would-Be Killer’s face was probably priceless, but I didn’t stay to check it out. I turned and ducked out the door, ready to leave the crazy world of my sister behind.
Posted by Gwen Fredette on December 19th, 2013