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Tattoos and Burns Suddenly, there was a gust of as blood pounded in their ears,
powerful wind, a wind so cold, throat constricting arms
contd. After page 7 it could be felt right in their shooting out in a desperate
“Jason Carrington, was lost in bones. A piece of paper flew attempt to grab onto
the sea.” Ivy said. Suddenly, right in and settled at their feet. something. Ivy and Blake were
the floor hauled them over, The piece of paper was a worn drowning, and they realized
throwing them right in front of out photograph, of two what Jason Carrington had felt
those weird symbols. handsome men standing at a just before dying and what he
Something clicked In their lighthouse. The same wanted from them.
mind, and they knew what the lighthouse which was drawn on With a start, both of them woke
symbols said.. Creativity, the walls and branded on up on the sofa. Immediately
future, and death. It felt as Blake’s arm. Ivy could easily both of them looked at Blake’s
though somebody just tell that this was the day Jason arm. No tattoos, no burns. For
whispered the meanings in her Carrington was pushed down a moment they both thought
ear and both of them tensed the lighthouse. She saw the that all of it was just a dream
up, sensing another presence date, 21-09 stamped in the when a photograph flew in and
in the room. corner. The last photograph of settle on the floor. They didn’t
Blake could feel the information Jason Carrington, moments have to look at it to know what
flowing down her veins, all the before he was murdered by his it showed. The numbers 21-09
mysteries unravelling. The brother. seemed to glow from the
more she knew, the more she “Why?” She wanted to know. surface, challenging them. A
was intrigued she felt. She was Money, property. The answer silent understanding passed
dying to let everybody know of just installed itself in her mind. through them, and they knew
her findings. She and Blake suddenly what had to be done.
Jason Carrington was not lost lurched forward. They felt Vartika Manish, Class X D
in the sea. He was murdered. themselves being swept away (DB)

Chocolate

Chocolate is brown,
It takes away your frown;
It’s like molten gold,
To get it, you have to be bold.
It’s shiny and sweet,
Can be a marvellous treat ;
You feel really good, Devishi Acharya lV C DS
As it’s an energetic food. My Little Wish
It comes in many a form,
Sometimes cold and sometimes warm. Wish I were a little bird
Stuti Chatterjee VI D (DB) Who would fly from dawn to dusk,
In the sultry blue sky.
You would find me singing there,
in the midst of the tree ,
where the little children were
playing in the heap of the husk.
Would you recognize me ?
Oh ! My Mother !
Shankha Ghosh, V C (DB)