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Once upon a time there was a boy named Marcos who wanted to sign up for ballet and decided to tell his parents. And after telling him that he wanted to go to ballet, his father and mother also got very angry, then they started yelling at him and told him that he was a man and he didn't have to do sports, they are for women, so his father told him that if he continued So I was going to sign him up for soccer so he could become a man.

Marcos responded sadly, trying to convince them that sports have no gender and in the end he insisted and insisted and in the end he convinced them.

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"ISABELLA IN BOLIVIA" By Claudia and Celia (SPAIN)

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"ISABELLA IN BOLIVIA" By Claudia and Celia (SPAIN)

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In Bolivia lived a girl named Isabella. She was 11 years old. She wants to go to the school but her parents said that she had to stay at home taking care of her siblings and cooking. Isabella wants to learn and one day she said it to her parents. They weren't agree, they said that school wasn't important.

One day she was in the supermarket and she mets a girl of her age that was going to school. Isabella started to cry and when she explained her life to the girl, she decides to go with her. They became best friends, and with the support of the parents of the girl, finally Isabella could go to the school.

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Our rights

We are children

and we have rights.

We are children

but humans too.

We are children

and we have rights.

We are children

and we have to be free.

We have rights

And people dont care about them

we have rights

but not in all the world.

We are children.

and we are important too.

we are the next generation

so we are important.

For this is important to fight.

For the children rights

REMEMBER IT.

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We are children,

we have rights

people take away our vision

and we don’t want to fight

if we are all the same

Why are there inequalities?

We want to be free

Let's play and laugh

to find our key

and open our paths

There are children with no rights

there are children with no future

They want to have lights

but adults erase their colours

if we are all the same

Why are there inequalities?

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"ISABELLA IN BOLIVIA"  By Claudia and Celia (SPAIN)

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"ISABELLA IN BOLIVIA"  By Claudia and Celia (SPAIN)

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In Bolivia lived a girl named Isabella. She was 11 years old. She wants to go to the school but her parents said that she had to stay at home taking care of her siblings and cooking. Isabella wants to learn and one day she said it to her parents. They weren't agree, they said that school wasn't important.

One day she was in the supermarket and she mets a girl of her age that was going to school. Isabella started to cry and when she explained her life to the girl, she decides to go with her. They became best friends, and with the support of the parents of the girl, finally Isabella could go to the school.

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Characters: Mike, mum, dad and Emma.

Story:

Hello! my name is Mike and I am 8 years old. I live in a village near Chicago, and my parents are a little bit afraid of what can happen when I go to the street. However, they never let me go out and make some friends. But yesterday, I planned how to go out for a few hours.

I am really brave, and I am not afraid from my parents. So finally, today I'm going to the street.

It is 10pm, and I'm walking to the door, very quietly. But my mum is behind me.

-Mike! Where are you going?

This is a problem that could happen, so I thought that I can express that I am a sleepwalker.

-Mike! Are you listening to me? Mike!- She state quiet some time, and then she think what's happening- Oh! you are a sleepwalker!- Mum didn't notice that I was lying. Now, she is going with me to my bedroom. When I am "sleeping" se goes to her room and now I am alone.

I need a second opportunity.

Now, I walk slowlier and quietly, and now nobody can see me. I open the door, and finally I am in the street.

There are a lot of shiny dots in the sky, and one of them, is the biggest one. Then, I turn around, and there is a girl looking at me.

- Who are you? Are you okay? You look scared. - She is right, I am really scare.

- I have never seen a girl or the street.- She is looking at me with a strange face.

-Why?

-Because my parents never let me go out of my house.

-Really?! That is bad... Have you ever played?

-What's that?

-Just having fun, you need it, it is one of your most important rights!- Now she looks sad- What's your name?

-Mike.

-Emma.

When I enter to home, my father is angry, and I don't let him talk.

- I went to the street, I played with a girl and I am going to go to the street more days, because I don't want to be at home for the rest of my life.

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Poem: My rights. By: Juanjo & Yael (Spain).

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Poem: My rights. By: Juanjo & Yael (Spain).

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I have education,

for my imagination.

I have protection,

and a lot of creation.

I don´t want a knife,

because I have my rights.

This is not a joke,

I fly with a glove.

I find an incredible thing,

called chilldren rights.

This is like the wind.

You have it, enjoy them.

This is my life,

fighting for my rights.

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I was a child with a lot of thoughts

my childhood was very good

because I had a family and an school

I was a very lucky person because I had my rights

and it wasn't like that forever.

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This story is about a girl, a little girl, named Helena, this girl is 7 years old, her parents are, well, they are not the best parents, they have never loved Helena very much, for example, when Helena talks to her parents about something what she did at school, they ignore her, or sometimes they get angry and yell at Helena, for Helena that is not a problem, she believes that it is true that she talks too much,

but is not good.

but like all children Helena has the right to speak and be heard.

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Little kamikaze:

Ocoye was an african child, but she was trapped in a concentration camp in Japan, she worked for a white man, the richest man in the epoch.

They forced her parents to abandon her, and then they killed them.

Right now Ocoye is working on a rice field, she and her friends work 15 hours a day and don’t earn any money, they only eat one a day and for her that was normal. One day everything changed. They announced that they were going to serve their countries by being Kamikazes. She heard some of these ‘’Kamikaze stories’’  but they were only in Japan. All her world at that moment disappeared, someone had trapt her, it was too late when  she realized it was too late. She was a kamikaze now.

When she woke up, she was laid down in a bed, and a man woke her and said ‘’You have to go to plain lessons’’.

After a few months training she was prepared.

The day came and Ocoye wasn’t prepared, she didn't want to die but it was too late. She got in the plane and flew to the place of the attack, when she was going to stamp in the base something impact in her plane. It was a theater she tried to escape but she wasn't able to escape. Her life was wanted, and she has forgotten.

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Once upon a time, there was a boy. He looked like he was 15 years old. His life was terrible. He barely went to school. Also, his parents treated him so badly to the point where he almost lost his life. His name was Miguel Díaz. He was a mexican boy, and he lived like a nomad, between the border of Mexico and the United States. The soldiers there were pretty rough to him. And his parents frequently abused him. They used to leave him in the desert not letting him get to his house. There even were times when his parents didn't feed him for days. He finally snapped. He decided to research his rights on the internet, and he then knew he had more rights than ever. He called a friend and they talked about it, although Miguel didn't tell his friend he was being abused because he feared his parents. Some days later, he decided to try and convince his parents to let him be free and to stop abusing him. They refused. He was devastated. It was the first time he tried to stand up to them, but he failed. He even tried to convince the soldiers in the border to help him to be free out of their abuse, but the soldiers were getting paid by Miguel's parents so they didn't help him. While walking back home, he saw an advertisement of a help phone number. In a desperate way out, he called the phone number and was greeted by a voice that said "Thank you for calling the Children Protective Services. For more information, press 1." Miguel pressed 1. "Thank you. We're redirecting you to an agent." He waited and waited, and someone answered. "Hello. How may I help you?" Miguel said... "Yes. My parents abuse me everyday. I need help. I tried everything, but nobody helped me." The person that was in the other line inmediatly sent the police to Miguel's house. The police talked with Miguel and they knew what to do. They inmediatly took Miguel's parents to the police, and Miguel got adopted by better people. He moved to California and lived his whole life there. THE END

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Hello, my name is Anaisha Acharya and today I am going to tell you about my history. I was born in India, the third of February, in a year not much far from today’s. My parents didn't have much money, but my mother asked my father to enroll me in the school, and she made it. But, when I was eleven years old, my parents told me to leave the school, that I will not need it because to clean the house and to have a family I don’t need studies. I argued with my parents because I didn’t want to leave the school to be married to a person I didn’t love, but my parents did what they wanted. Today, I had married and I have six children, but I didn’t finish my studies. To all the children that’s obligated to left the school and their parents, say NO, children are not a thing without emotions.

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All chilren need to go to school               by Iris ( Spain)

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All chilren need to go to school               by Iris ( Spain)

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When I was a child all the people say to me ''you need to work and don't play'' they abuse me they don't want me to go to school and eat the same food of the parents because they say ''we are biiger so we need more food.

A lot of children are working they don't learn they don't play.

they want to do many things they want justice.

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Kike  and José (Spain) Poem: We need this to live 

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Kike  and José (Spain) Poem: We need this to live 

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The children need,

this to live.

We need health,

we need your protection,

we need to learn,

we need to identify ourselves,

we need to play,

we need to express our opinion.

We need all this to be children and live very well.

We are children and we don't need your control,

we don't need payroll,

because we are children,

we can live in houses,

Because we need protections.

Because we are children and we are the future.

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Our Rights

The rights are like birds,

Into boys and girls,

We are agree

They have to be free.

With their light,

Our future is bright,

We have to rely,

It will be alright.

We don't have to cry,

We have to try,

Never give up,

And say that we can.

We can go to school,

Also read a book

Because we have,

Our perfect tool.

It could be cloudy,

And also snowy,

But don't worry

It will be sunny.

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I love my rights,

and your rights,

your life and my life.

We all need our rights,

to have good life.

All we are the same,

but not the same.

If you want your rights,

respect our rights.

All in the school,

All in the park,

All having fun.

Because we can.

Have clothes,

Have food,

this I need,

to be good.

I say other time,

because is my.

We all need our rights,

to have good life.

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 Story about the cildren's rights: The mistery talk. By Vega and Rosa (Spain)

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 Story about the cildren's rights: The mistery talk. By Vega and Rosa (Spain)

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The mistery talk.

Oliver and Penelope are very good friends. They go together to high school. They love study but they doesn't like maths. Today they are in a talk about the children's rights. Their teacher, Scott doesn't know that. The teacher start to get worried and become to search for them. He looks in the different classes, in the toilets, at the playground , in the gym and finally in the library. But there aren't anywhere!!! The teacher of maths start to be care of them. He start to make himself questions like "where are Oliver and Penelope?" or "are they sick?" another one "are they lost?". The teacher Scott, start to be very nervous. He started to ask everybody that pass around he. At the last moment he remembers that the whole class is at the civic Center. Then he goes running to the civic Center and he stays with his class. The talk was very interesting. Everybody learns a lot of new things about the children's rights. It was amazing!!! Scott, the math teacher will never forget any talk again, especially the one about children's rights. He will never forget this scare in his life!!!!

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Children's rights Poem:

We are children,we also have power

We are children,we are important

We are children,we have a voice.

We are kids,we have skills

We are kids,we belive

We are kids,we should fight

We are kids,and we have rights

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There is a boy who wants to fight for his rights but his country is at war and he lives in a working-class neighborhood.

"Right to Life

Right to protection." There is another child who is very sensitive but at school if he expresses his feelings he is punished.

"Right to express his opinion and be heard."

There is a girl who wants to go to school without a bomb falling on her the street or inside the school

"Right to education"

There is a very restless girl who cannot sit still at school, she always waits for recess so she can play but if she behaves even a little badly she does not go out to recess "Right to play".

Another kid that lives in india he goes to the schol when he have 5 years old, now he has 12 and he is working in a fabric, it`s been 6 years working in this fabric, and he only wants go to school

"Right to education"

A kid on bolivia when she was born, she was born in a bathroom because her parents don't have money for the hospital. she don't have any name or nacionality

"Derecho a una identidad"

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All Children's have rights  Walid and Jorge(Spain)      

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All Children's have rights  Walid and Jorge(Spain)      

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POEM 1 :

Wolves in the mountains,

the chicks in the pen, the fish in the water, the boats in the water.

Everything is already in its place, everything is already in its place.

The children at school.

POEM 2 :

In a world where dreams take flight,

Children dance in the purest light.

With laughter bubbling from within,

Their rights must stand, free from sin.

To live, to learn, to laugh, to play,

These rights must guide us every day.

No discrimination, no harm, no fear,

Every child's voice, let us hear.

In every land, in every hue,

Children's rights, forever true.

To health, to shelter, to a name,

Let every child stake their claim.

Their innocence, our greatest treasure,

Let's shield them from life's harsh measure.

For in their hands, our future lies,

Let's ensure their rights, never dies.

So let's unite, let's take a stand,

For every child in every land.

Their rights upheld, their voices strong,

In their world, where they belong.

STORY :

Once upon a time there was a story about some animals that were in their place without worry and without problems, the wolf went to the mountains, if you take them out of their place,

you will have problems,

The chicks are happy, and the fish are in the sea, along with the boats the children will enjoy.

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I am a child and this is my life:

I get up I said thanks

for having a home and not a wife.

Hellen is young and she is married

so she can't still playing.

Mateo with 10 have a job

because their parents are in prision

and aren't cops.

Hakim is poor

and he doesn't have food

any sweet or in summer a swiming pool.

But I have a home with food

with a bed and my dog.

To school I am going,

to study and learn the children's rights

and STOP this injustice in all the world!

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Hello, my name is Lidia I'm 7 years old, I live in Gaza and I don't have many resorces to live. My country is in war with Israel. Nowadays I have to help my mother to find some food among the dead people in our city. We always are fighting with them but they didn't kill anyone, but one day they start to bombing our city. I know that Gaza is in Israel but this war start because they want to have my town in their power. When I get up in the morning I see my mother and my little sister alive and the war is no important, but yesterday I saw how my sister almost died. There is only one thing I want, is the war ends so I can go to the school, see my friend and play with them again.

We have a lot of things that we don't value.

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In a village nestled among hills lived Luna, a medium-aged girl with golden hair. She saw children denied rights. Determined, she spoke up, rallying others. Together, they fought for education, play, and voice. Though met with resistance, they persisted. Laws changed, schools rose, and spaces for children flourished. Luna's eyes turned silver, but her spirit burned bright. Her legacy: a world where every child's rights were upheld, and their voices valued.

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the children right. This think that a lot of people ingore. Only imagine that: you are hit by a adult, a stranger, a parent. Or be obligate to work whith 5/6 years old for not many mony, only imagine...

I hope that this stop.

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 Poem: AN ETERNAL FIGHT by Delia (Spain)

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 Poem: AN ETERNAL FIGHT by Delia (Spain)

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AN ETERNAL FIGHT

The children have rights,

this is a constant fight,

a fight with no sense

because all we must have the same ones.

Some are working,

others fighting for their countries,

why do they have to solve it

if it's not their fault.

The right to health,

education,

protection from harm,

and freedom from discrimination.

This is all things

they have to have,

because otherwise

you're cutting their wings.

Exploiting them is not raising them,

it is taking away their rights and freedom.

Don’t consult for your rights,

FIGHT FOR THEM!!!

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 STORY: I have right By Aiman and Luis (SPAIN)

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 STORY: I have right By Aiman and Luis (SPAIN)

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Hi I am Musting and I am black, all people are racist and I can´t stop it, I have serious problems with my family beacuase the people of this country want to go far him, my father hasn´t job and my mother was a cook but they fired her from work, also I don´t have school to study. But now I going to stop it. First, I need a plan. Second, I think the plan, I need a white mask and white makeup. I´ll sneak in all school´s and tell the children that black people are normal people like white people. Then, I would take off my mask and the makeup and all the children´s will know that I am a normal person.

So Musting went to all school´s and do the plan. From there the children will tell everyone that black people are normal people. And suddenly the teachers started uploading this to internet. Some did not have as many views, but one in particular became so viral that it reached 60 millon, in a short time it reached the newspapers until it reached the president. One day an email arrived at home in the name of the president saying that they should have an afternoon to talk about racism. The next statement from the president of the country announced that please no one should be racist towards black people. From that moment on, no one offended people of different shades of color.

THE END

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We are the future  by Pablo and Roman (Spain)

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We are the future  by Pablo and Roman (Spain)

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Children are hope,
to continue evolving,creating

for this we need to grow

have a family

Go to school and not die.

Right to education

to live

right to enjoy

We have to study

for creating new thinks

for creating a better word

for be happy.

we don´t have to fight

to work

we have to be free

be joyfull

So remember

be happy

for what you have

and for got a fimilie

There are children

fighting

so say thanks

for what you have

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Poem: "We are important" by Dounia and Aisha (SPAIN)

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Poem: "We are important" by Dounia and Aisha (SPAIN)

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We are important,

we should play

at least once a day.

We are important,

we should have fun

because of all the work we've done.

We are important,

we should go outside

even if we cried.

We are important,

we should eat

and repeat a little treat.

We are important,

we should learn

so we can earn.

We are imporant,

we need a safe place to live

so we don't get ill.

We are important,

we need to express our opinions

because we are a billion.

We are important

we need protection

because we don't want any agression.

We are important,

we need to be treated fairly

because we are friendly.

We are important,

we all have rights

and we are going to fight.

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All Children's have rights             Walid and Jorge(Spain)         

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All Children's have rights             Walid and Jorge(Spain)         

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poetry about children`s rights

In fields of laughter,

where innocence blooms,

Children dance freely,

dispelling gloom.

Their rights, a melody,

in life's vast room,

Guiding their journey,

dispelling all gloom.

In dreams they soar,

with hearts unfurled,

Their rights,

the compass in this world.

To cherish, protect,

each precious pearl,

In their rights, our promise,

securely curled.