Cambridge Through My Eyes Here in Cambridge, Idaho there are things that amaze people every day, although many underestimate what they see. When I see Cambridge, I see a blend of the past and the present. I see beauty beyond description and elegance with no equal. I see a blend of amazing colors, wild#life, tradition, and technology. As seasons pass the loveliness of the rustic town is shown in the best ways. In the winter the light from the snow shines, showing things in a striking way. In the spring the wilderness within the town and the wilderness surrounding it awaken. In the summer plants, animals, and people grow. Each season brings more beauty than the last, each one holding a new surprise. The fall brings the air of warm earthliness that makes a visitor want to curl up and talk with the townspeople. The winter brings times of restlessness in the people longing to invite others over to dinner, in hopes of having an even better time during the holidays than the year before. With the spring comes a sense of awakening and the knowledge that there is new #life. The summer brings times of fireworks in someone’s backyard and parties with the whole town in a backyard. The seasons bring a feeling of being at peace, #life, laughter, and good times. Let's see what the people are like. The children, teens, and adults are always having a good time. The kids and teens persuade the adults to build a hill of snow and sled on it. The adults laugh as they share stories of their childhood and watch the children play. The children laughing as they play at the park and school make a contagiously joyful atmosphere that the adults are pulled into the children’s antics. The air of the town is laid back and good natured. You always get a greeting of warmth and kindness. As Mr. Karl Dahle, a teacher at the Middle-Senior High School says, "The relations here in Cambridge are friendships that are strong and tight knit. People in Cambridge are people that have hearts of gold and full of charity." we are a tightly knit group and will help each other because of our good nature. We accept new members warmly and teach them our traditions. Now, we often learn from those who are new to our tiny town that we have hidden tricks and traditions that we always use. These old traditions are kept by passing them on to the next generation. As Mr. Karl Dahle says, "...town is small and traditions have been instilled and put down from generation to generation." we are close to each other and will not allow our traditions to fade in memory. The people will band together in times of need and keep each other close. We would band together in any situation, the whole town helping one another. If a neighbor was to be short on meat for food and needed more, then one family would help them shoot food as long they did not have to poach. if it came to that there would be at least three families that would help and invite the family with too little meat over for dinner every night after their meat supply ran out. We care for children that belong to others and help the elderly dress. We try our best to stay on the same page as we try to prepare for our future. We stand as one when it comes to the school, the general store, the way that families are always accepting members that are from elsewhere, and other good circumstances. We will stand united against fires, droughts, blizzards, and other bad situations that can befall us. We are close enough to call each other family. All citizens are like family, and in a way we are. The Bodnar family, for instance are related to the Toothman family and the Damons, just as the families making the towns of Salubria and Cambridge were all related by either blood or marriage. We would do anything that could help keep our “family” safe. Then, there is also the wilderness surrounding us and its #life. The wilderness is free to grow and yet restricted from some places. Trees are crowned in gold, red, and orange in the fall and green in the spring and summer. The meadows are green from spring to the middle of fall and the sky is always blue, even during a storm. The wilderness is always blooming with #life, even in the cold of winter, the coolness of fall, the heat of summer, and the mild warmth of spring. The animals are always out and about, the young playing, the older ones on watch or hunting. The forest covers the whole valley that Cambridge is in, and even some of the buildings have part of the wilderness growing on them, not to mention the people. As my grandma says, “The wilderness grows on all of us and lives in us.” We have become like the forest, strong, beautiful, and independent. The wilderness is not just a bunch of trees to those of us here in Cambridge, it is a place of secrets and #life. The wilderness is another part of the wonderfully mountainous town of Cambridge and its elegance. How do the citizens use technology here? The people here embrace technology that is appropriate and necessary to live our lives and we don't overuse it. We use IPads for school and we use trucks, cars, tractors, harvesters, and plows to work on our ranches, farms and homes. We also have cell phones that we all use when appropriate. We use technology as tools to do our jobs and keep our old traditions and begin building new ones. The town that I call home is full of elegance without an equal. The colors of the #life here in Cambridge. The kind, loyal, good, laid back, hard working citizens of the town. The elegance in the untamed wildness of its forested outskirts brings more than the sight it is. The use of modern technology mixed with tradition is odd but it is there and fits in with the rest. All of these pieces make one glorious and elegant little town called Cambridge. In writing my article I needed the assistance of fourteen different people. Three of them were my teachers, one for English 1, another for Speech and Literacy, and the last one for Agriculture 120. Three more of the people that helped me were my mom, my dad, my brother Jason,and my grandmother. The seventh is Mrs. Hanson, an employee at the museum in Cambridge. The other seven are my classmates Lynsey, Valery, Alex, Austin, Blake, JT, and Tony. Beth Damon is a fourteen year old girl of the Freshman class of 2013 graduating in 2017. Although different, being diagnosed with Asperger's syndrome she has a dream of owning a business that helps autistic teenagers using writing as well as a music teacher and an author. She hopes to do this after going to either Lewis Clark State University or Boise State University. Her interests include basketball, novel writing, poetry, musical therapy, and music itself.

Description I am of music and writing. I am of camping and happiness. I am of sadness and tears. I am of family and friends. I am of curiosity and adventure. I am of pacifism and stubbornness. I am of kindness and compassion.

Half blood Chapter 1 It was a warm summer day in Larisa, the woods were seemingly calm, just as if there were no dangers. But, as Anne Blackwood knew, it was always dangerous. The sharks would be hunting, the trees stirring, the Green-Liger pride would be on the prowl as well. The quicksand-swamp was letting out its poisonous gasses as it always did. The Hawk-men would be in the air in moments and the Foilagers would have to run and hide while their warriors kept the predators at bay. Anne was different from the other warriors. She had a secret that only she and three others knew. She was half Hawk-man and half Foilage Warrior. She kept her wings hidden and her magic cloaked in secrecy. Only her parents and brother knew aside from her. Anne prepared for battle as the battle horns were blown. She held her broadsword in a position that she could either sheath it or use it to strike the Hawk-men. She summoned the battle void and fed all emotions into the Abys that formed in her mind. She floated freely and calmly as a wave of Hawk-men flew toward her. Anne screamed as she lead her men into battle. As she fought she danced and as she danced she fought, that was the way of the warriors. To dance as they fought and fight as they danced. The human world was only sixty leagues away and seemed closer in battle. One of the Hawk-men grabbed Anne from the back and took her into the air. Thirty minutes later it dropped her on the border of the line separating the Forest world from the Human world. Anne's heart pounded in her ears as the Hawk-man began to chant a spell. Anne knew the spell and what it did. She would be better off in the human world. Anne summoned the void once more. This time, she fed information of the human world into its flame. Soon the scenery began to change as Anne phased into the human world.

Silver Tragedy Draft 2 (Part 4) This is all I have for now I'll put the rest in another opuss. Chapter 4 A Field Trip One week later the science teacher, Mrs. Mink announced that the Physical Science class would be going on a field trip to gather samples to be used in a laboratory experiment. She handed out permission slips to be signed by parents or guardians that night. “So, a field trip huh?” Denise said when Zander told her about it. “Where to?” “The Silver River Pathway. Mrs. Mink says it is to collect samples for an experiment for lab.”Zander said as he leaned on the door frame for the kitchen and living room. “Well, I suppose that it could help ease your homesickness, being close to it and all. I’ll sign and give a note to Mrs. Mink to tell her about your “condition”. So that she doesn't make your coat off.” Denise said as she signed the paper and added a note to it. The next morning Denise packed Zander a larger lunch than usual and sent him on his way to school. As Zander had learned from JT the day before he could go three blocks over and two blocks down to beat the bus to the school. Zander took this route since it allowed him time to think. He wanted to go home badly enough that it ached to look at the mountains and see the trees scattered around the city. Zander turned and nearly walked into John and his father ,Jake. “Sorry, I was not looking where I was going.” Zander said “That’s the guy that beat me at basketball Dad, he’s also the guy who sat in my seat.” John said as Zander went around him and his father. “Kid, wait a minute, I want to talk to you.” Jake said Zander turned around and stood before Jake. “I hear you’ve been givin’ my boy trouble.” Jake said “No sir, I’ve been doing as told and haven't harassed him in any way.” Zander said and stared at Jake. “My son says you kicked him out of his seat and that you cheated in basketball. Is it true?” jake asked “None of it is. I sat in a seat on the bus on my first day. I never cheated at basketball either. Now, I need to be going on my way to school.” Zander said “Why would my own son lie to me?” Jake asked “I have no idea sir, but I must go.” Zander said Zander walked away from what he knew would become a fist fight and headed to school. He got there ten minutes before the bus did and waited for JT. When JT got off the bus Zander told him about his confrontation with John and his father. “Well, if you ask me, stay away from John and his old man.” JT said “How can I do that? I have PE with John and his Dad knows Denise’s husband.” Zander asked “Keep at a distance, you’re a fast runner. Make a game of it. Make him catch you."you and then regret catching you.” JT said “Would all teachers of Sophomores in Physical Science excuse them.” The secretary said over the intercom “Let’s go, we don’t want to miss it.” Zander said as he began walking to the area Mrs. Mink said they would meet. “We almost had to leave you two behind, hurry it up or we will.”Mr. Jacobs, the bus driver, said Zander broke into a jog and JT into a sprint as the bus was started. JT made it to the bus and climbed on. Zander was still behind the bus, picking up his fallen books. The bus left as Zander stood. He put his books in his backpack and began to run. Zander kept up with the bus until it came to a stop at the gas station three blocks down. There, Zander knocked on the door and stepped back. The door opened and Zander stepped on board. "How did you not get left behind." A boy named Blake asked "I've run further and faster. I wouldn't want to miss this field-trip." Zander said

Silver Tragety Draft 2 (Part3) Chapter 3 School Denise had Zander go to school and enrolled him in November to go to Midvale High School and gave special instructions about how Zander could not take his trench coat off and that he would have study hall. On his first day of school Zander went with a black back pack and a blue gym bag filled with gym clothes. Zander walked around the corner to the bus stop and saw four other teenagers. He came up to the group but stayed distant at the same time. A boy with tanned skin, brown hair, and brown eyes came running behind Zander and stopped beside him, catching his breath. “There you are JT. Didn’t think you would get here.” one of the teenagers said and the others laughed “Haha, very funny. I was going to make it.” the boy that had come running, JT, said as he straightened “I don’t think I’ve met you before. Are you new?” he asked, turning to Zander “Yes, I moved here a few weeks ago.” Zander said “Are you living with Denise Smith?” JT asked “Yes, until I am out of high school.” Zander said as he shifted his backpack on his back. “I think that you are the guy I saw with her in her garden yesterday, planting a tomato plant.” JT said “Yes, that was me.” Zander said “What is your name?” JT asked “Zander, Zander Roberts.” Zander said, remembering his talk with Denise the day before. “John Clinton, I live across the street from you.” JT said “What does the T stand for in JT. I heard the others call you JT.” Zander said, shrugging toward the group “Tanner, it is my middle name. Do you got a middle name?” “James.” “Are you a Junior, Senior, or Sophomore?” “Sophmore, I am sixteen years old.” “So am I.” The bus came to a stop in front of the group and they all walked onto it. Zander found a seat in the back and sat in it beside the window. At the next bus stop a boy went to the seat Zander was in and cleared his throat. "That's my seat you are sitting in buddy." The boy said "There is room, I am not that large." Zander said, getting closer to the window "Get out of my seat geek, or you will be crying for your mommy." The boy said "I wish I could call her." Zander said "One last warning, get out of my seat or you will be on your way to a hospital." The boy said Zander did not budge and the boy attempted to hit him. Before the boy could hit Zander the bus driver slammed on his brakes and threw the boy to the front. "You shouldn't stand on the bus, John, you should know that." The driver said as the boy, John, stood JT jumped from his seat behind Zander and laughed. "Man, you were about to get into a fist fight with John Brandon. No one has ever sat in his seat but him since his first sophomore year. That was four years ago too. Can you give me some of your stubbornness.” he said "No, I need it all. He is nowhere near what I have gone up against in a fight. My dad would get on my case about it and I would be cleaning after everyone on the mountain." Zander said "You're a mountain man?" JT asked "In a way I am but in another I am not." “How?” “A mountain man can go home to the mountains. Icannot.” “Are you a Star?” “Yes, I am a Star.” “Then why go to a school for trails?” “I cannot go back home.” The tone in Zander’s voice told JT that he was done talking about it and silence reigned over the two friends. The bus stopped at the school and Zander walked off of the bus followed by JT. JT showed Zander through the school and helped him with his locker but John Brandon was not the kind of teenager that let the new kids figure things out. John waited in the gym for Zander to go to PE. “Class, this is our new student. His name is Zander Roberts. Zander, why don’t you tell the class about yourself.” the teacher said unenthusiastically as he waved to Zander who came to the front of the classroom. “As Mr. Henderson said I am Zander Roberts. I came from in the mountains on the other side of Silver River County. I moved in with my foster mother a month ago and I hope to get to know all of you.” Zander said “Why is your hair so long? Are you a Hippy?” a girl in the far back asked “I wanted to grow my hair out and see what it is like. If I like it I’ll keep it long, if not I’ll cut it.” Zander said “Have you ever seen a Star?” a boy wearing thick glasses asked All of the teenagers leaned forward when Zander considered his answer. “I have seen several Stars but they keep to themselves.” Zander said The teenagers started talking among themselves and another boy raised his hand. “You, in the back.” Zander said “Are you a mountain man and can you play football?” the boy asked “I am a mountain man but I have never played football before.” Zander said “That is enough now class. Zander, please take a seat and I’ll get you a text book.” Mr. Henderson said Zander repeatedly introduced himself to classmates and teachers and was given homework in all but two classes: PE and English. PE was his final hour class and could not wait to get rid of his stress through physical exertion. In the locker room Zander put on his gym uniform in the largest shower stall and put his coat back on. When he came out Zander was hit in the face with a water balloon. “Who threw that?” Zander asked and all of the boys in the locker room with him pointed at John Brandon. “Thanks for that, I needed to cool off.” Zander said as he walked over to his locker and took his shoes out. In the gym Zander gave the teacher a slip saying that he was to do as the slip said everyday of the school year. “Alright Roberts, get on the line with the other boys and we’ll begin the class.” the gym teacher, Mrs. Boll, said as she attached the slip of paper to her clipboard. “Alright, fifty sit ups, three pull-ups, and sixty push-ups. After you do that meet me on the sidelines.” Mrs. Boll said as she finished roll call. Zander did the exercises and walked to the sideline that Mrs. Boll had indicated. Once the other boys were on the line Mrs. Boll split them into two groups of six. “We’re doing basketball. The losing team does five suicides. Choose your defenders.” Mrs. Boll said “I’ll take Roberts.” John said as he stood in front of Zander. “Who’s jumping?” Mrs. Boll asked “I will jump.” Zander said “Alright, Zander and John are the jumpers. Let’s get going. Zander’s team is going toward the stretching area and John’s team toward the locker rooms.” Mrs. Boll said. Mrs. Boll threw the ball into the air and both Zander and John jumped. Zander tipped the ball behind himself and passed it to a teammate. The teenagers ran to the far side of the court and took positions. The boy with the ball stopped and picked it up. A girl screened him and Zander went to the ball. The boy passed the ball to him and Zander went through the key and did a lay-in. The teens on his team shouted with joy as their score changed from zero to two. Through the game Zander kept John on his toes and always left him in the dust. After PE, Zander got on the bus and waited for his stop. His mind busy with thoughts and ideas. He had no one to talk to other than JT and Denise about what had happened to him and he felt like he was in a cage. All he wanted was to be free of it.