After the scrumptious breakfast of scones and sausage that Aunt Monria served me, my first order of business was to return to my room and write a letter to my parents, informing them of my safe arrival. I then had the rest of the day to myself, and decided to spend it familiarizing myself with my new home city. Donning a thick shawl to keep off the chill, I left the mansion and walked across the grounds and out the gate into the town of Havenwing. It was market day, Aunt Monria had told me, which promised more excitement in addition to the pure enjoyment of exploration.

I was too young to remember this city before the wars started. The ones who do remember say it was the greatest city in the world: high education, low crime, good economy. Part of the city—‘The Forgotten Sector’—had already been abandoned during the earlier Technology Boom, when new strides in development made the entire place obsolete. Only the poor, the fugitives, those with nowhere else to go, still lived there.

I really love writing clerihews. Unfortunately, most are inside jokes between me and my friends, so here are some of my better ones about book characters and musicians.

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Benedict, Fish,
Had only one wish
If she would come-to
That wish would come true.
 

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Dear Nickleback:
I want four minutes back.
Your new single is lame.
Your songs all sound the same!

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My Darling Adam Young,
So sweetly have you sung
To me for near a year
And I love you, Adam, dear!

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**I share a blog with my friend Katie (KatieMarie on here, although she NEVER POSTS! hint!) where we post music, book and movie reviews, and every Wednesday a poem by a teen! Please contact me if you're interested, btw. hannah W. and paperpoet have both been featured. :) I digress. Here are two book reviews I wrote for the blog that I thought I'd share here.**

The Mysterious Benedict Society by Trenton Lee Stewart

I am Marianne, the hopeless romantic.

I am Elinor, preferring to keep things inside.

I am Jane, defensive of others.

I am Lizzy, usually laughing at something or someone.

I am Emma, nosy.

I am Catherine, the over-imaginative bookworm.

I am Fanny, quiet and unassertive.


I'm Jane Austen, reader, observer, writer.

Straight off the door next morning, I said: "Noah Webster published his first dictionary in 1828." (I had done a bit of research.)
Wygate was, again, writing at his desk. Without looking up, he said, "That would have been more impressive had it come yesterday."
"Mr. Webster might have put off publishing to suit you—indeed, who wouldn’t try to suit you?—but could standardized spelling have withstood the delay?"

To read a book is travel swift
For though you sit, as in a trance,
The mind can journey far away
To Russia, England, Spain, and France.
The villains rush to make you pay
While you refuse to shift your stance.
Or you, yourself are in the fray,
Endeav'ring to halt the foe's advance.

In the novel The Lilies of the Field, by William E. Barrett, the two main characters, Mother Maria Marthe and Homer Smith, were similar in many ways, yet different too. One of the similarities they shared was that both Mother Maria and Homer wanted to be in charge. While Homer was constructing the chapel, Mother Maria and he kept getting into arguments about if whether Homer was doing it right or not. Homer and Mother were both very adamant about what they wanted and did give in easily. When Homer was trying to get permission to buy the nuns food, Mother kept saying no.