I am a senior in high school. I enjoy playing tennis, swimming, doing theatre, and hanging out with friends. 

One of my favorite books I’ve read for school is Pudd'nhead Wilson by Samul Langhorns Clemens. 

One of my favorite books I’ve read outside of school is Anne of the Island by L.M. Montgomery. 

Below is a piece of my writing; hope you enjoy it.

                                                                                                  

                                                                                                       © 2005, Laura Lybrand

    Bundled in layers of clothes, arms full of blankets, lanterns, and food, Jack and Heath trudged through the thick forest. 

    "Why are we doing this?" Heath whined 

    "We have done it every year since I can remember. Even though Dad isn't alive, it doesn't mean we break tradition," Jack said quickening his pace. 

    The boys walked in silence under the clouded sky. Reaching the cave they quickly covered themselves with the blankets, and laid flat on their backs. They both shared the quiet, not knowing how to start. Every Christmas Eve's Eve since the boys could walk they trudged the mile and a half to the cave, where their dad shared the stories. 

    "It sure is lonely," Heath said breaking the ghostly silence. 

    Still staring at the lantern lit cave top Jack said, "I don't think so." Then casting his eyes about the dry, cramped, dug-out he said, "There are friendly things all around us." 

    Looking quite confused Heath sat up, letting the icy air clutch his bones. "Look a dog face, and a car," Jack said pointing to the wall. 

    With smile Heath snuggled his eight-year-old body back in the blankets. "A foot, and a banana," Heath said with excitement. 

    Shadows filled the cave, and the boys began. Each shadow birthed a new story for the boys. Their laughter, and their tears, made Dad's memory kiss his sons.