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LOOKING FOR LAVENDER By Anny & Vicky, both age 11

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Lavender and her sisters twirl in the sky above their backyard. Birds sing. They chirp into the blue. Covered in seaweed, the Demon King swaggers through the clouds. He hurdles to Lavender and smacks her cheeks. Blood rolls down her chin. She howls, fainting. He shakes his wand at her. A tiny box drops out of his pocket. Thump. The box sucks her into its stomach.
“Hahaha, I got Lavender. When Madam finds out her precious daughter is missing, she will give me her magical wand. I’ll be the King of the Fairy Land soon!”
Mint and Rose flutter with the birds past kites.
“Did you hear that?” asks Mint.
“Hear what?” Rose wonders. 
Thump. 
“Where is that sound coming from?”
“I don’t know.”
The fairies practice their powers. They loop, swirl, swing, and twirl through the sky. They fly together and meet in a circle. The sisters hold hands, a rainbow appears in the middle.
“Stop this,” says Rose.
“Why?” asks Tulip.
Lavender isn’t here,” Rose says. “We have to stop immediately when I count to three.”
The others look confused. “We’re ready,” says Mint.
“Okay one, two, three,” says Rose. The wind pushes her into a red ray of sun. 
The queen walks through the air, watching her daughters. “What are you girls doing?” asks Madam. Leaves fall on their hands. The clouds stop moving. The sisters pause. 
“Nothing, we are practicing our powers,” Mint says. 
“One, two, three of you. Where is Lavender?” Madam asks.
Sweat drips down Rose’s face. “Maybe inside.” Her legs shake.             
“Tell her to come out,” Madam says.
“I’ll check,” says Mint. She flies inside the palace but Lavender is not there. She returns to the backyard. “We don’t know where Lavender is. I think she got trapped. We can’t practice our powers without her.”
A voice whispers inside Rose’s mind, I have control over you. Rose tries to say something, but the voice shuts her mouth. 
“Rose,” says Madam. “I trust you to find Lavender.”
“Lavender,” Rose calls, darting through the sky, “You need to come home now.
Leave her alone,” says a voice in the clouds.
Rose turns around. Lavender is tied to a sky-tree. “Lavender?”
“Yes, it’s me!”
“What happened?”
“The Demon King did all this to me. He shrunk me and put me in a purple box. When I got out of the box he wasn’t there. I was tied up like this. Good thing I got big again. Tell Madam to come here.”
“Ok.”
Swoosh. Up Rose goes back to the sky palace. “Madam, Madam,” she says. “I found Lavender.”
“Where is she?” asks Madam. 
Light sprints from the sky and points her wand at an empty house below. Dead leaves lay on the ground. Dust flies everywhere. Wind swirls through the air. Darkness covers the sky. The light dims as Madam walks down the cloud stairs. Whoosh. 
“Finally you’re here,” Demon King says, laughing.
“Who are you?” asks Madam.
“You don’t need to know.” 
“Come out, I’m not afraid of you.” 
“You should be afraid of me.”
Help, Madam!” yells Lavender.
“Don’t worry Lavender, I will come back.”
Madam goes to a house of potions. “Help! Anyone there?” she asks.
“Who is that?” a wizard asks.
“It is me, Madam. Don’t you recognize my voice? I am the queen!” 
“Oh sorry, I was too busy making a potion.”
“With a crystal ball?” 
Yep and what do you need help with?”
“Lavender is tied up and the one who kidnapped her wants my powerful wand. It is the Demon King. He must want to be the king of the Fairy Land.”
“Don’t worry,” the wizard says, handing her a purple jar. “I have a potion for that.”
“Bye,” Madam says and zips away.
“She could’ve said thanks. Who am I kidding? She is the queen.”
Madam flies back to where Lavender is tied up. “I gonna kill him. People who mess with me never have a good ending.” She pours the potion over Lavender’s head. The clouds brighten, evilness disappears. The ropes fade away. 
“I am free! Thanks, Madam.” Lavender says. She skips to Madam and gives her a big hug. Fireworks pop and pinken the sky. Lavender walks through the clouds. On the other side, her sisters sit on a floating bench.
“Hey guys!” says Lavender.
“Lavender, you are back!” says Mint.
A rainbows appears and shines down on the sisters.
ABOUT THE AUTHORS
Hi, my name is Anny. I am a fifth grader going into sixth. I live in San Francisco with my mom and dad. I was born in China and came to San Francisco when I was four. At home I speak Chinese. I am good at math. I want to be good at baking cakes. I am different from other kids because I wear my hood up a lot. If I could be anything thing in this world I would be rain because people hate it when it rains. Writing this book was the hardest thing I’ve ever done in my life! This is my second published book. Yay! It took Vicky, and me almost a year to finish this book. I am also the author of Connie’s Magic. 
Hi. My name is Vicky. I am a fifth grader going into sixth grade. I live in San Francisco with my mom dad and my sister. I speak Chinese and English at home. I’m good at math. I want to be a scientist when I grow up. I am also the author of On Tumble Legs, Sunny’s Poison, Memories of Toisan, and Guang Zhou Zoo. This is my fifth published book.

ON TUMBLE-LEGS By Vicky, age 9

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Nancy goes in the kitchen and finds a piece of paper in the corner on the floor. The paper is a recipe for cookies. She picks it up and she tries to make those cookies.
“Nancy, what are you doing?” her mom says.
“I am baking some cookies for you to eat.”
Nancy’s mother smells them and bites into one. “It’s so delicious. It tastes like the ones my mom used to make me in China. Where did you get the recipe?”
“I found it on the floor.”
“Do you want to work in a bakery?
        “Yes”
“Ok, let’s build a bakery.”
Nancy and her mother build a bakery in Japantown near the Hello Kitty store. The building is shaped like a cupcake. Inside, the bakery smells like cupcakes! Cookies sparkle in glass containers on the counter. Plants hang from the ceiling. Stained glass windows shine in the sun. Almost all of the things are made out of glass and wood. They have a lot of customers. Most of them have not-sure smiles. When it’s night Nancy and her mother close their bakery and go home. 
The next morning when Nancy and her mother open the bakery, they see a mess on the floor. They don’t know what happened. The windows are shattered. Splinters of glass crunch under Nancy’s feet. She lifts an upside down chair and sits on its cushion.
The next week, the thieves come again and Nancy and her mother feel sad and angry. “We can set up a net to trap the thieves,” Nancy says. Nancy and her mom build a trap. They hang it from the ceiling. Nancy and her mother wait all night behind the counter. The next morning three thieves come. Nancy’s mother pushes a red button. A net drops onto the thieves. The thieves are like flies and the net was like a spider web. They throw the thieves in the sea.
When they open the shop, Nancy and her mother have lots of customers. Four different thieves come. The thieves say to the customers, “Go away or we will stab you with knives!” The thieves steal all the breakfasts waiting on the counter. 
Nancy and her mother are so sad again. They close up the shop and find a magic wand behind a rock near their house. Nancy points it up at the clouds and it brightens the sky.
Nancy says, “Mother, let’s trap the thieves.”
“How?” 
“Use the magic wand.”
“So how do we use the magic wand?” 
“You will see tomorrow.”
The next morning, two thieves walk into the bakery like penguins. Nancy’s mother points the wand at the thieves and wiggles her hands because she is scared that the thieves will stab her! The thieves smash into each other and fall over. Nancy’s mom puts a mirror in front of their mouths. They are not breathing.
At night, Nancy and her mother walk home on tumble-legs with their hands hanging from their arms, their heads hanging from their necks. They sleep on top of their roof and dream about the thieves’ eyeballs falling out and their bodies turning to sand.
About the Author

Hi! My name is Vicky. I am nine years old. I live with my mom, dad, and my baby sister. I am good at math. I want to be an artist when I grow up because I am interested in art. One day I want to be a teacher. If I could to be a season I would be winter because I want to build a snowman. I am also the author of Sunny’s Poison, Memories of Toisan, and Guang Zhou Zoo.

SUNNY’S POISON by Vicky, age 9

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Sunny goes to the market and buys a basket of cherries. At home she opens the pack. Sunny washes all the cherries and she eats eight of them. She almost eats the ninth one, but it talks and says, “Hello Sunny.” Its voice sounds like a four-year-old child.

Sunny says, “Hello cherry.” Sunny eats the cherry. Now the cherry is inside Sunny’s stomach. Sunny drinks some water and sleeps on her bed. The next morning she looks in the mirror and there is a little green thing on her head and she screams. A branch with two little leaves grows from her head. Sunny touches her head and feels the plant. Sunny is afraid of the plant because she lives near a garden, and if the bees smell her head they will sting her.

Sunny goes to the hospital. The doctor uses a machine to see inside Sunny’s stomach. There is a seed. The doctor says, “Every single day you have to trim your leaves. If you don’t cut the plant on your head, you will die because there is poison in the plant.” Sunny drinks a lot of water everyday because she is thirsty and the plant keeps on growing. Every single day Sunny cuts the plant off her head.

A week later, Sunny goes to the market and buys some vegetables and fruits, and she sees her friend Fanny.

Sunny says, “Hello.”

Fanny says, “Hello.”

Sunny doesn’t want Fanny to see her head so she covers it with a hat.

Fanny says, “Why did you cover your head?”

“A plant is on my head,” Sunny says sadly.

“I have an idea.”

“What is it?”

“If you want that plant to be gone you have to say the magic word.”

“So, what is the magic word?”

“The magic word start with M,” says Fanny.

Sunny says, “Mango?”

“Yes.”

Sunny says, “Mango.”

Nothing happens.

Sunny goes to a flower shop to ask a florist for help. Lilies stand in pots by the door and the florist sits at a table in the corner. “Do you have some medicine to kill plants?” Sunny asks.Bees buzz outside the shop window and Sunny shakes.

“Yes,” says the florist. “I have some medicine for killing plants, but if you eat it your toenails will get dark.”

Sunny takes some plant killer home and she eats it. Right away, the plant dries up and dies but her toenails turn dark. She goes to the hospital. The doctor brings Sunny to a room and says, “Wait here until I come back.” Sunny waits and waits and waits. Finally the doctor comes back with seven chewy candies. “These are medicine,” the doctor says. “Each morning eat one.”

She eats the candy everyday. After a week the greyness on her toenails is gone.

About the Author

My name is Vicky. I am nine years old. I live with my mother, my father and my sister in San Francisco. I like to do math. I am good at times tables. I win contests a lot. I like to write and I am getting better at it. I want to be an artist someday. If I were weather, I would be snow because my mom tells me to wear a lot of clothes so I am always too hot. If I could have a super power I would choose invisibility so I could trick people. I am also the author of Guang Zhou Zoo and Memories of Toisan.

MEMORIES OF TOISAN By Vicky, age 8

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Bee Sting

When I lived in Toisan a bee flew through my window. I was three years old. I touched the bee softly and it stung my finger. After the bee stung me, it died. My dad removed the stinger from my skin and gave me the bee. I smashed it and it looked like mush. My mom gave me a bandage. She said, “Does it hurt?” It didn’t hurt. This memory smells like cigarette smoke because my dad was smoking that day.

Preschool in China

When I was three I went to preschool. One day after lunch my teacher took us for a walk inside the school. The walls were painted the color of tan horses. The school smelled like floor cleaner. My mother brought me a blanket. I saw her in the hall and ran toward her. I held onto my mother. My teacher said, “Let go of your mother.” I cried. Two teachers pulled me off of my mother because they didn’t want my mom to pick me up. Then I stopped crying. The school was strict about parents visiting their children. They wanted the kids to become more independent.

Packing for America

When I packed to move to America I brought these things with me: my blanket, my pillow, clothes, family pictures and one toy. Everything smelled like the soap my mom washed my clothes in because I packed it all together. I chose my pillow because it has the words Good Friend and Mickey Mouse on it. My blanket has a flower on it and I’ve had it since I was little. I brought clothes for cold weather because I knew about the cold fog in San Francisco. I chose my teddy bear because it’s my favorite. My mom said only one toy because we were already bringing too much stuff.

About the Author

My name is Vicky. I am eight years old and I am shy. I live with my parents in San Francisco. I like doing math and I am good at drawing. When I grow up I want to be a teacher. If I were a plant I would be a tree because trees give us fresh air. I hope my sister will be smart when she is born. Right now she is still inside my mom.

GUANG ZHOU ZOO By Vicky, age 8

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When I was five years old my uncle drove my parents and me to the zoo in Guang Zhou. I saw giraffes, kangaroo, rabbits, elephants and monkeys.

Two elephants were walking to the pond for water. Some people fed carrots to the rabbits. There were two giraffes making noise because they were hungry. Kangaroos were jumping and looking for food.

I did not have a chance to look at each animal for very long because my mom kept saying, “Time to go look at another animal now.”

About the Author

My name is Vicky. I am eight years old. I live in San Francisco with my father and mom. One year ago my family moved here from Toisan, China. I am good at math. I want to be good at English and drawing. When I grow up I want to be a teacher. I am different from other kids because I sit with one leg crossed on top of the other. English confuses me. The spelling doesn’t make sense to me.