By Davina Co
Moana is a Disney movie about a young Polynesian girl. Since childhood she has always loved the sea. Before her grandmother’s death, she gave Moana a necklace that contained the heart of Te Fiti, the goddess of nature and creation. Her mission is to find Maui, a demi-god of the wind and sea, and make him go with her to return the heart. They are forced to overcome multiple obstacles on their journey over the sea.
This movie is an inspiring story of two people who come together despite their differences. Moana goes against her father’s rules by sailing past the reef. Her father had previous traumatic experiences with the sea, so he wanted to protect his daughter. It is ideal for people of all ages. It has good morals and implications and is inspiring. Other than the fact the Moana defies her father to go save the world, she is a good role model for young children. The music is written by Lin Manuel Miranda (he wrote Hamilton) and the animation is really good.
By Valerie Klein
A show called The Flash has become quite popular to younger viewers. The show is about Barry Allen, a police scientist, who gets hit by a wave of energy caused by an invention called the Particle Accelerator. He is in a coma for nine months and when he wakes up, he can run faster than the speed of sound.
He is not the only one with powers though. There are other villains who get powers as well. The show is about him and his friends fighting villains that terrorize the city. He also is looking for the man that murdered his mother. The murder of his mother is what motivates him to fight against the villains of the city. The show is full of much suspense, action, and a twisting plot.
Symbolism in Fiction, by Grace Marnon
I remember it like it was yesterday. We were posting missing signs all over the telephone poles.
I saw my reflection in the kitchen sink window; it’s been a month since my brother has been missing. His name is Ian. Our father died when we were pretty young. After that my mother went crazy, she left us. He was the only one I really looked up to. Ever since he went missing I started to notice things. Every day I look out the window and see a little boy in a red hat sitting on the tree. I would rub my eyes to make sure I wasn’t imagining things but he was gone. I only saw this “boy” when I thought about my brother. I never knew what happened to my brother, but the boy brought me a sense of peace. He looked like my brother when he was younger. We used to have a treehouse on the tree. It was destroyed in a hurricane. When I walk to school I see him sitting on top of the stop sign. I feel my brother’s presence when I see him. I have tried to go up to the boy but he vanishes. Some days I don’t see him, but I know he’s there.
I tried confronting him again, and this time he didn’t leave. It was almost as if last time I tried, he knew I wasn’t ready. We talk briefly, he always leaves when I ask him if he’s my brother. Each day I see less of him.
It was my birthday. I got a knock on the door, and, thinking it was the FedEx guy dropping off a package, I chose not to answer. But then they kept knocking on the door repeatedly. I opened the door, it was my mother. I wanted to slam the door in her face, but I felt Ian telling me not to. We talked for what felt like hours. I had not seen my mother in years. When we would talk the boy would sit behind her on the kitchen table. I realized I was the only one that could see the little boy. She told me that Ian was buried at the Helms cemetery in Alabama in the middle of nowhere. The person that kidnapped him must have buried him there. The cops traced the license plate from his car to the cemetery. My mother had apparently sobered up and started a new life. She left me with an address to the cemetery. I did not bother going to the cemetery; I was trying to leave that part behind me.
I feel that the little boy was the one who brought my mother to me. After that, I didn’t see him again. There was another girl at my school, she had a five year old in a yellow skirt following her, I was the only one that could see her. She had no idea that she was there. Almost as if the little boy went into another form to help the girl find out what happened to her sister.
A few years later I went to the cemetery. When I saw his grave it looked like someone had given him a proper burial. I looked up into the trees and saw the little boy again, smiling at me. I blinked and he was gone.
By Sarah Parker
Several Fridays ago, I went to see the movie Ben-Hur. It was a thrilling, action-packed, adventure. When watching the movie, the audience got excited and anxious. Everyone was worried about what would happen to the main character and people were really interested. One thing to keep in mind is that this movie is not for younger viewers. If I were a parent I would not let my child ,under the age of 12, see this movie. The movie was gory and violent. Overall, I thought the movie was fantastic and capturing, violent, tear-jerking, and nerve-racking.