Potomac's eighth grade English students read and discuss The House on Mango Street by Sandra Cisneros. The book is a series of short vignettes that together capture the characters, setting, and stories of a particular neighborhood in Chicago. The vignettes are written from the perspective of a fictional narrator and are based loosely on Cisneros's own experiences as well as those of her students. Some of the vignettes are humorous or action-packed; some are heart-wrenching or shocking. All are deliberate in their use of figurative language, poetic elements, grammar conventions, and pacing.

Each eighth grader composed at least one vignette for inclusion in this digital collection. They wrote in the style of Sandra Cisneros, as they interpreted it based on their notes and our class discussions, yet they set it in a time and place of their own choosing. While some of these vignettes are based on the author's personal experience, many of them are purely fiction, an imagining of characters and circumstances that seemed ripe for this assignment. Students also used this assignment to experiment with new vocabulary words and techniques involving punctuation and sentence structure.

We encourage you to leave comments below vignettes that strike you in some way. Please keep your comments positive and specific; this is not the place for critiques or suggestions. Enjoy the creativity and vibrancy of these students' literary efforts.

Thursday, December 17, 2015

The Mission

We were on a mission. Defend the house. We took our nerf guns and we prepared for an assault. We had to be tactical. They had a genius leading them. We were planning on what to do when suddenly, out of nowhere, they came. We scattered into the woods as they took the house from us. It had taken a tremendous amount of trickery and time to take it from them, and now, we had lost it in a second. They had the tactical advantage, but I was not about to let them wait the day out. We gathered around in a clearing in the forest that was close to the house, and we planned. It was very uncomfortable, as the space was not very commodious, but we saw that they had men patrolling the front and back yards, and we had seen scouts running into the forest after us. We planned to pick them off first. We would then charge the four foot fence encircling the house, and use that as cover. We would make a plan once we were settled down at the fence. We each went to our posts, while we went searching through the woods for scouts. I finally found all four of them, but I was only able to shoot three. The other one started sprinting through the forest towards the house. I relayed to the rest of the team what was going on through my walkie talkie. I was not able to gain much ground, and he was about to hit the edge of the forest when suddenly, a green nerf dart flew through the air, and hit his nerf vest. He was now dead. I looked around and realized that my friend Andrew had shot the bullet. I heard over the walkie-talkie that the men in the yard had been shot down, and I sprinted out into the open. They had snipers as well, and as I ran, I felt orange bullets whizz past me as I ran.

As we took the fence, I could feel the adrenaline rushing through me. Subsequently, I heard Andrew’s voice over the walkie talkie. “We’ve gotta hit the right flank. They’re concentrating on your side, because you have the majority of the men.” At least that’s what he thought. As I used my men to avert their attention, Andrew and two of my other friends went around to the other side of the house. I could see them from where I was and I saw immediately what was going to happen. The opposing force had seven men right where Andrew was going to enter, and I was too far away to do something about it. Their walkie-talkies had been turned off, and I could not get to him without attracting attention. I was able to snipe two of their men, and that got their attention, but it was not enough. As Andrew burst through the door of the fence, all havoc broke loose, and at the end, they had all canceled each other out. The remaining five orange team members on that side had been shot, but so had Andrew and my two other friends.

I then remembered overhearing the scouts back in the woods talking about how the Orange army planned to surround us in the woods, and that the plan had already been put in action. I then realized that we were going to be attacked from two sides, and that we would be sitting ducks. I started to yell for everyone to get back into the woods, and we all started retreating, but then, five people from the Orange army came out of the woods. As we tried to round to the other side of the fence, I realized that they were people from our team, in the scouts uniforms.

I as they jumped over the fence I thought we had tricked them, but they were not fooled. As my friends were hit with nerf bullets, I realized that our defense was breaking down, and that we were now surrounded by the Orange Army. What could I do now? How was I going to get out of this one?

~ Sebastian H.

2 comments:

  1. Nice job! I like how you ended with a question.

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  2. The way you made the Nerf battle seem like a real life war added another level of interest to your story.

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