2012 Lines and Rhymes - Spartanburg County School District 5

LINES AND RHYMES
FRESH FROM THE
ACADEMY
2012
Art by Carlie Mills
JAMES F. BYRNES FRESHMAN
ACADEMY
DUNCAN, SOUTH CAROLINA

LINES AND RHYMES
FRESH FROM THE ACADEMY
2011-2012
Volume 5
DEDICATED TO MS. LINDA BABB
Editors
Ms. Sue Shuping
Ms. Annie White
Special Thanks to
Carlie Mills

A Disney Masterpiece
By Sheyanne Barton
The castle stands tall
With the tops of towers shimmering like
Sapphire
And the bricks of its foundation as
Pristine as ivory
Countless stories of magic and
Adventure
Are engraved into every nook and
Cranny
For those dreamers and children at
Heart
Or for those who wish to return to a
Simpler time
When the hardest of life’s trials
Was deciding which adventure to go on
Next
Art by Alex Thompson

You Don’t Know Me
By Mea Abrahams
You see a blonde-haired girl
Who most thinks is clumsy,
But you don’t know me.
Inside is an Einstein
Who is always standing tall.
You see mirth
Coming from a smiling face,
But you don’t know me.
Inside is an ache
Hiding behind my frown.
You see a graceful dancer,
Spinning to the chosen music,
But you don’t know me.
Inside is a choreographer
Leaping to my own steady beat.
You see a daughter, a sister,
A girlfriend, a best friend,
But you don’t know me.
Inside is a girl
Who is never who she sees herself as.
What you see is what he sees.
What she sees.
What everybody sees.
But you don’t know me.
Not a single thing about me.

Cloudy Days
By Navipret Kaur
This cold winded life
Seems to have no end.
It’s a bitter life
Filled with sorrow and pain.
I lose a lot of friends.
Some become pretty little flakes
Others become sharp iced daggers
I fall down…
And although I rise back up
When the sun is smiling
I fall again.
Drip.
Drop.
The humans..
who are not like us tiny, blue eyed droplets
They don’t know
About our treacherous life.
Those humans STOMP on us,
RUN on us,
STICK their TONGUES out to us while we are falling.
Their daggering claws hurt
Our frail faces, our teary little eyes.
I know the humans mean no harm
But harm is what they cause.

If only they could stop hurting us
With their hard feet
Stomping like a team of horses around the prairie
We could entertain those pesky little boys
Those irritable little girls
Those stressed out parents
Just take the time to listen to us
Our soothing sounds.
Can’t they give us a chance?
Pitter.
Patter.
Just sit behind the window
With your reading book and a cup of hot coffee
And I guarantee you
Art by Shea Foster
We will put on a show.
Watch us wash the road
With our fierce bodies
We will put on a show.
Why can’t you just give us a chance?

Color in My Day
By Andy Mullinax
I might be a stranger
Cause I don’t know who I am
Or where I’m goin’
Cause I don’t know where I’ve been
When all was lost
When I couldn’t find my friends
In the sweetest mystery
You were there for me
It’s funny how we fell in love
I’m thinking about tomorrow
Still dreaming about today
And before I saw you
I drew life in shades of gray
Well, I’m not perfect
But no one is made to be
And that’s the beauty
Cause you fit me perfectly
When all is lost
You are my best friend
We’re making history
With the sweetest memories
It’s funny how we fell in love
I’m thinking about tomorrow
Still dreaming about today
And before I saw you
I drew life in shades of gray
Your put the color in my day.

Coming Back to Life
By Andrea Chimal
Everything is cold and dead.
No shining light.
Only silence falls around.
Dead leaves landing with no sound.
As time passes the dark fades and once again life will come.
Everything in peace.
No more sadness.
Now I live.
Running through a blue sea of flowers.
No more silence do I hear.
Hoping it would stay like this forever.
Art by Jessica Wright
Ying and Yang
By Katlynn Rose Stancil
Rose petals fall from the skies
But sadly glass shards follow
Happiness and bliss last for a moment
For sadness to come through tomorrow

Dances in My Life
By Ashley M. Cox
Life
“Life is a stage”
and the performers are my friends
family
loved ones.
Like a caring mother
with those pretty pink laced up ballerina shoes
The swish swishing of the gentle and constant movements
always making the right steps.
Contemporary dancing is like my best friend
The person you can be yourself around
Be open and free
The sound of the carefree moves
blowing the dancer’s hair across her face.
The strict parent who’s loud and non-stop!
The clap clapping of the tap shoes are a joy to listen to
but after awhile it’s annoying to hear.
Hip-hop is the boyfriend you are in love with

He makes you laugh with his words of “Yo Dawg” and “Wassup”
Fun to be around and never a bore
But also misunderstood…
Art by Hollena Griffin

Who Am I, Who Are You ?
By Ryan Brown
Paint me blue. Paint me blue.
Me, the water, crawling over the sand.
Like the magnificent ocean stretched in our independence
Paint me during the sunset to catch my vivid reflections.
Nor night or day it won’t be the same.
I cannot stress it enough
Paint me red
Like a rose standing simple, strong, and well defined.
It suits me best.
Paint me white like the head of a bald eagle;
Fearless and bold, unrelenting to flight
All for what is right that freedom is at stake,
Needless to say,
Capture my colors as an American flag.
Paint me unique because this is me, no different to you.
Paint me and watch your canvas transform.
Paint me, paint me

Art by Adan Alva
Fifteen
By Haley Gideon
When you are 15
You are expected to go to school
You’re sometimes shunned for acting a fool
Some are required to do chores
Others have a habit of slamming doors
Lots of 15-year olds claim to have "swagger"
But honestly look like a hurricane disaster
There’s the type only worried about the latest magazines
And getting a boyfriend who’s at least 17
Having no clue what this life's all about
When we don’t get our way, we scream and pout.

Haikus
By Austin Marshall
I am an oak tree
Standing tall, strong, and mighty
Over with an axe
By C’Aira Dillard
Like the leaves outside
I change my moods and colors
I never show it
By Cassidy Whitlock
Cows in the pasture
Taste em in your hamburger
Big, fat, and juicy !
By Lucas Chandler
As sunlight shined bright
The winter air cools my bones
How I pray for warmth
By Indiya Neal
Drop ! Goes the raindrop
It hit my head with a broom
Wish the rain would stop

By Andrea Garcia
In this scorching heat
I love to splash in a pool
And feel the coolness
By Madison Clayton
I love to run wild
Across the African desert
A lion I am
Art by Brandi Bailey

Wartime Lullaby
By Cody Rozier and Matt Barnette
Life has changed, it’s hard to see
It’s been different for your dad and me
The sound of war has put us all on edge
Bombs dropping off ledge after edge
Now hush, don’t cry yourself to sleep
I’ll be here if you make a peep
Go to sleep, just close your eyes
When you wake up, there will be clear skies
Don’t think of the fear and anguish here
Think of a place where the people cheer
A place that’s happy and far away
A place where the people are not far away
You’ll grow up strong, big and bold
Take control of what the world holds
You’ll live life the way that it should be
Without those fears or misery
The time has come, it’s time to sleep
Now rest your eyes, lay soft and deep
I’ll be here if you awake tonight
Now go to sleep, it’ll be all right

Hush
By Chelsea Aguilar
and Reagan Jackson
Hush my child, it’s all okay
Close your eyes, I’ll keep you safe
Nestled close in my arms
I will protect you from any harm
Hush my child, it’s all okay
Close your eyes, I’ll keep you safe
Ignore the bombs and listen close
My voice shall give you lots of hope
Hush my child, it’s all okay
Close your eyes, I’ll keep you safe
The guns might fire through the night
But you are here and out of sight
Hush my child, it’s all okay
Close your eyes, I’ll keep you safe
Art by Clayton Cannon
Think of joys and lots of cheer
Listen here the end is near
Hush my child, it’s all okay
Close your eyes, I’ll keep you safe
Now you sleep peaceful tonight
You’ll wake up and all is bright

Voices in the Dark
By Sierra Martello
Voices in the dark.
They whisper to me silently.
Calling my name.
Softly.
Sweetly.
Telling me that everything’s okay.
That I’m alright.
Telling me to hold on.
To stay strong.
Eventually,
The light will come to surface.
And everything,
Will be alright.

I Was
By Regan Messenger
I was the one standing in light
as I was surrounded by darkness.
I was the one who stood alone
while I was in a huge crowd.
I was the one sitting in an overcrowded room
when all I could hear was deafening silence.
I was the one who laughed and smiled throughout the day
and I was the one who cried late at night.
I was the one that loved you
and you—
you were the one that got up and walked away.
Art by Lexy McCray

Untitled
By Tori Harris
It’s been six days, four hours, and two minutes.
I have to get something to eat. I have to go to
Bed, but I can’t, the burning agony.
Six days four hours and . . . 3 minutes.
I was almost killed.
Six days four hours and . . . 4 minutes ago.
. . . I was sitting in the forest , sitting and thinking,
. . . thinking about . . . Him. Then I heard it, a howl-
High and loud, then a growl, deep, low, and menacing,
I knew I had to get out of there. I stood up
And looked around, there were all around me.
I could see their eyes in the darkness, 10, 20 . . .
Maybe up to 40 . . . wolves. I walked very slowly
To one of the sides of the clearing.
Then it happened, they all jumped. . . . Two
Hit me in the side, two in the back, and I fell.
A big one stood on me, the alpha. They bit me
All over the arm, legs, and stomach. I was bleeding, heavily.
Then they stopped. The alpha barked and they
All left. A couple minutes later I got up, or
At least up enough to crawl away.

Seven days
I made it home, got into the shower, bandaged
Myself up and went to sleep.
Okay, I have let you hang for long enough
I am not normal, I am the chosen one.
The wolves chose me to be a werewolf
With them and I didn’t.
I will fight to stay human.
Art by Timothy Edge

I’m No Superman
By Alston Bruder
A cold sweat chills my spine
I can feel everyone’s eyes on me
This is not the time to think twice
This is not the time to think at all
This is the time to do
So many voices running together in my head
Getting lost in the pounding in my ears
The slave drivers screams echo through my brain
I know that if I don’t turn words into actions
I will feel the full extent of his wrath
Then I see him
Moving a million miles per hour
Like a meteor hurtling toward earth
And everyone expects me to be the Superman
That keeps the meteor from destroying everything
One wrong move
And I let everyone down
Then I start to think
Think
I’ve done it
He’s gone
The meteor has crashed
And it’s over

That’s it
I’m on my knees
Knowing what I’ve done
People tell me
It’s not my fault
But I know
I should’ve been their superman
And stopped that meteor
But it’s over
And it’s all my fault
Art by Hayden Arledge

Imaginary World
By Derek Leonard
I woke up one morning in May
For it was an awkward, unusual day
I went down the street and got some ice-cream
Then I heard a random person scream
It came from the roof of a tower
So I ran to the top during a terrible shower
Once at the top I saw a girl in fright
She said her husband was thrown, oh what a sight
Into a vortex
Just like Dr. Cortex
So I jumped in after him
I saw a strange light, it was really dim
Then I appeared in some strange world
There were cars and robots, some crazy lady
I even got to see Real Slim Shady
I went in a store
The name was Galore
Inside was cars, planes, a robot named Steve
Steve told me to follow him
He took me to his wife named Kim
She said the woman’s husband was on Mt. Corvette
Steve said let’s take my personal jet

We flew to the top
And you could see all but one tiny shop
We found the man screaming in an old shack
So Steve opened a vortex and sent us back
We were flying through the air
A million miles up, we didn’t even care
We landed in a pond, thank goodness for it
His wife was nearby and thanked me for it
She gave me ten bucks and I was on my way
Back to that awkward, unusual day
Art by Devin Camp

True or False
By Carlie Mills
A heart torn apart,
A mind that never heals,
What is the difference,
Between the fake and the real?
A truth that never lies,
And a lie that isn’t true,
What is the distinction,
Between me and you?
I am real,
You are fake,
The truth or a lie,
What difference would it make?
None at all,
In the end it doesn’t matter,
We will all go the same way,
Our souls in a tatter.
Art by Shea Foster
Though I am at fault,
You must believe,
The truth that is real,
Or the lie it wants to be.

Life
By Chelsea Thompson
My life is many things
Perfect is not one
Dull like a rusted ring
Blinding like the golden sun
It’s a midsummer night’s dream
As Shakespeare might say
It’s a working machine
No breaks, night or day
A typewriter that’s jammed
I can’t move on
Water that’s been dammed
Such a cynical con
It’s a love note that’s been dropped
Never being read
It’s a girl laying still
Awake in a stranger’s bed
My life isn’t great
But where has it gone?
I’m a lion in a crate
No more than a sleepy, contagious yawn

I watch you kiss the bottle,
Repair your drunken head.
I watch you bite the tongue and the lips,
Of the angry words you spread.
From deep within your mind,
It all seems clear and fine.
Step into reality and see,
It’s not alright.
I’m not leaving without you this time.
You need to understand.
I can’t push it down,
What’s inside my head.
Their minds I’ve already read.
Did you see?
Or were you busy kissing the bottle?
I watch you hold that bottle,
And love it like a friend.
Whom you haven’t seen in years,
But who I know you’ll see again.
Would you shut that door tomorrow?
End all of our sorrows.
Nail it shut,
Or with screws.
Heal all this damage between me and you.
I think I’m leaving without you this time.
You don’t understand.
It’s pushing out,
And into your head.
Their minds I’ve already read.
I didn’t have to ask.
You didn’t bother to see.
Or did you see me?
When you weren’t busy?
When you weren’t busy kissing the bottle.
Tongue in the Bottle
By Ashley Lenarz

Life
By Miky Reitz
Life is beautiful
Life is ugly
Life is wonderful
Life is pain
Life is easy
Life is hard
Life is help
Life is hurt
Life is love
Life is hope
Life is cherished
Life is thrown away
Life is used
Life is abused
Life is here but not to stay
Death is the end
of everything
Art by Jimmy Miller

Lost Girl
Samantha Fisher
I remember the children I played with all the time. I remember my parents and how
happy they were. I remember that night. It was a dark night and I was home alone. My name is
Stacy Blacksburg, and I was kidnapped 1 month ago and still am. I’m only 15 years old. Here’s
my story….
My parents wanted to go dancing that night so I stayed home and watched some movies
and curled up on my couch with my favorite blanket. It was about midnight, and I heard my
parents, well I thought I did. So I looked out the driveway, but nobody was there. So I didn’t
worry about it. I turned the TV off and went upstairs and went to bed. A couple hours later I
woke up to a door opening. I thought maybe this time it was parents but it wasn’t. I started
feeling scared, so I took my phone and tried going back to sleep. I felt hands on my face, and I
said “Mom? Is that you?” I turned over and there was that man. I tried to get up with my
phone, but as soon as I got up everything went blank and black.
I woke up in pain and I looked around, but I didn’t see anyone or anything but a door. I
tried to get up again, but when I got up I was too dizzy and I fell and things just spun around and
then went blank. I woke up again but heard something. It was somebody talking, but I only heard
one voice. I looked around, and there was that man again. I asked him why I was here, but he
said nothing. I started screaming for help, but that man said to be quiet and that nobody could
hear me because were in the middle of nowhere. I tried to get up but the man said to sit, but I
didn’t listen and ran straight for the door. I was able to go, but the man dragged me back in and
locked the door.
I was then alone again and scared maybe even frightened. I had nobody and nothing and
no way out. There were no windows or anything. Just that locked door. The man took me and
locked me in a small closet. I tried screaming for help. No response. I looked around that little
closet for a way out. Then I found a vent. I looked up and tried to find my way up. I got through
the vent and landed on the roof. So I jumped and ran. I ran so far I couldn’t run anymore. I
started hearing voices behind me. I saw a house with lights, so I went to it and looked through
the window and saw a man not too old and not young. I knocked on the door, and the man
opened up.
“Can I help you?”
“Sir I was kidnapped, and I’ve been running for miles and need help!”
“Please come in. Hurry!”
The man seemed to know what I was talking about.
“Are you hungry?” The man said.
“Yes sir.” I said.
“Have you slept?” he asked
“Only on hard ground,” I said.
“You can stay here. I have a phone.” The man said
I took the phone went to a room, locked it, and called the police.
“911. What is your emergency?”
“I need help. I’ve been kidnapped. I escaped and I’m at a man’s house. Please help!” I
cried.
“Ok, help is on the way”.
“HURRY PLEASE!”

“Help is on the way.”
I stayed in the room and then went downstairs. I didn’t see the man anymore. I looked
around the house, still nobody. I heard footsteps, and they sounded like the ones that kidnapped
me. I went back upstairs and locked the door, then hid under the bed. Next thing I knew, the
footsteps stopped and I heard a car. I looked and it was the police. I felt relieved, then ran out the
door. But something stopped me. I felt big tough hands on my face. I felt like I was going to die.
So instead, I kicked the man and ran. The man tried going after me, but there were loud gun
shots. Everything then went quiet. I looked behind me, and the man was falling. I thought he was
going to hurt me again, so I moved out the way. The police told me to take his hand and that
more help was on the way. I felt safer when the policeman took me. We headed out the door and
waited for others to come. I heard cars again and saw my parents. I ran to them in tears scared
but happy as can be. That night I felt safe and new things would be better. I went to bed but this
night there was no pain or suffering. But then there were footsteps……..
Art by Paul Phan

The Shot
The Shot
By Hunter Harris
Early morning
Ice cold air
Blades of grass covered in ice
The long walk to the stand
Beams of sunlight peak over the hill
Warmness covers me like a blanket
Animals come into the field
Does chase each other
Turkeys gobble
Crows leave their tress
The sound of my calls echoing
Waiting for the big buck.
At the last moment he comes
My heart pounding
Adrenaline pumping
My hands shaking
He pauses for a moment
I take the shot
The impact makes him leap
Down he goes
I run from the stand
To claim my prize

Sleeping Grove
By Hannah McDaniel
Spinning and twirling and dancing;
Singing in a haze
A cyclone of wind
A boom of safe thunder
A small grove that is sleeping
With weeping willows that home the singing birds
The singing birds that make the flowers dance;
The deer and rabbits in the meadow twirl;
And the sun spins.
Winding branches of trees that block out the sky
Tall grass that can hide and keep safe and warm
A single patch of clover for wishing
A drifting feather that still flies
The white fur of an innocent rabbit,
That hops through the grove with slow movements
On the wind whispers the lullaby that keeps this place sleeping
A distant melody that echoes and plays over and over
Keeps the smiles on the clouds in the sky,
And through the gaps in the trees,
The circling eagle is able to be seen; swooping and diving
And landing on the top most branch of the tallest tree,
Puts his head under his wing and joins in the peace of the sleeping and safe grove;
Burrowed under the roots of that tallest tree, a family of furred creatures is resting
Their bodies close together in the warmth of their cavern
The little grove keeps one eye closed to join in the shared dream of peace,
But the other open to watch for any action
To keep the grove that has no violence, still and quiescent
A bush of red flowers blooms in the morning and welts in the night
But is reborn on the first ray of light that seeps through the canopy of trees
In the night, a quick fox creeps into the dark grove
And digs into the brambles to make a home
The moonlight filters through the branches above in thin beams of white light
As if this is a signal, the lightning bugs fly out
And the grove is lit up with streaks of yellow and white-silver

A show of brightness and simplicity
As the moon dips under the horizon again,
The lightning bugs disappear into the trees and hollows of the place
And the tiny creatures that sleep in the sheltered grove come out and stretch their eyes against
the sunlight
They run about, heading out of their safe place, into the wilderness outside
And the Sleeping Grove, with a lullaby on the wind and canopy of winding tree branches, closes
both its eyes and rests.
Art by Brandi Bailey

The Silly Little Garden Girl
By Zayla Crocker
Silly little garden girl
Dreamer of a better world
Sitting at stone fountains all day
Chatting with the stone mermaids
Listening to the water’s song
Breathing innocence all day long
Sniffling lavender and then the roses
Conducting tea parties where she’s the hostess
Dancing to an invisible tune
Sharing company with the moon
Drinking nectar pure and sweet
Lounging in a sun dazed heat
Silly little garden girl
Hidden from the honest world
But closer to it than you think
Underneath the flowers pink
And buried under roses red
Are corpses lying cold and dead
She does not even know the truth
Of what feeds her garden’s roots
She cannot fathom pain or woe
And perhaps it’s best she does not know

Spring
By Erica Martin
After the snow’s begun to melt,
and winter’s saying her goodbyes,
Spring begins to awaken.
The yellow tulips begin to blossom,
as the bulbs push through the newly softened soil.
The bees come out for pollen that will be consumed.
The animals move about,
the birds begin their harmonious songs.
Some last all night long.
The dew-filled grass is sprouting,
and the trees sprout green leaves.
Insects crawl out from places previously unseen.
The ponds stir with life,
the animals are awakening.
Summer’s preview has officially arrived.
Art by Jessica Wright

The Majesty of Colors
By Matt Barnette
Looking up from the bottom of the ocean floor, I see these orbs floating through the air. I reach
out of the water with my long tentacles and grab one of these orbs, pulling it into the deep water.
It made me see in color, for I have never seen anything that was a bright color like fire. These
things on the sand stood on two limbs, they called these things balloons. One of the smaller and
what appeared to be younger beings, floated out in the sea on some sort of circular floating
device. I wanted to know more about it so I grabbed and pulled it towards me. It was wet and felt
smooth like nothing I’ve ever seen, as it struggled in my grasp it seemed its life was draining
away, so I let it go. The creature swam to the top of the water and floated away. Should I have let
it go with the knowledge of me being down here? A high pitched tune echoed in the water. It was
one of the creatures floating devices but seemed it was being propelled on top of the water. It
scared me so I grabbed it, pulled it under and crashed it into the sea bed. The creature got away,
now I wonder what will happen next. What appeared to be a shark slowly came towards me but
it was also being propelled underwater and seemed to be made of steel. Another small object
ejected from the bottom of it and quickly came rushing towards me. It came in contact with me
and erupted into a ball of fire, my skin melted like acid from my body. Multiples of them came
flying towards and exploded one after another
I suddenly find myself awake in my bed, with the sound of the ocean in my ears and a drop of
crimson blood dripping from my nose.

Stars, Chains, All in My Mind.
By Lakin Wildenstein
At night,
When all are asleep,
I slip out of my bedroom,
And into the dark.
I walk down the hall,.
And stop at the big wooden door,
My chains are tight,
Forcing me to stay indoors.
I can take this no longer,
I must leave,
If only for a moment.
I grasp the brass handle,
I pull,
The chains loosen,
But I’m not free just yet.
I can see the stars,
Through the clear glass door,
I pull down the handle,
And the chains are no more.
I am free now,
I walk out onto the cool brick steps,
Descend onto the lawn,
And look up at the stars.
They lie against the silky darkness,
Beside a moon oh so bright,
But in the morning I put back on the chains.
A prisoner in my own mind.
Art by Lane Ryals

Subjugate
By Miguel Ramos-Lopez
Love binds and chains
But no one fights it
They are subdued
Like any drunk
Or addict
Their actions have no reason
People are vessels
With no mind of their own,
Enslaved to Love
Success
By Nathan Cohen
To me success is being able to pause your career and spend time with family and friends
knowing there’s a limit to that time but simultaneously keeping in the back of your mind that
procrastination is mandatory and when that limit is met and the break ends you will press play.

The Greatest Show on Earth
By Molly Boyle
Maybe I belong to a circus
Maybe that's my home
It wouldn't be too off centered
I am quite different you know
I could fit in with the freaks and misfits
I can blend with the big cats
I would prefer my meals under a white tent
And I would dream of performing under the Big Top
Dream of elephants
Dream of loops and hoops
Dream of tigers and bears
Dream of magic
Dream of the top hat and cane
Musky animals and stale popcorn fill the air
Children yelping and
animals roaring drown out my own thoughts
A colorful
and chaotic paradise
All in one

Perfection for all the senses
I would ride on a boxcar
and see the excitement of the people when the circus train comes to town
I find an odd sanctuary in its
whimsical ways
Maybe I belong to a circus
Maybe that's my home
Maybe
Just maybe
It's where I belong
Art by Paul Phan

Index of Artists and Authors
Abrahams, Mea
Aguilar, Chelsea
Alva, Adan
Arledge, Hayden
Bailey, Brandi
Barnette, Matt
Barton, Sheyanne
Boyle, Molly
Brown, Ryan
Bruder, Alston
Camp, Devin
Cannon, Clayton
Chandler, Lucas
Chimal, Andrea
Clayton, Madison
Cohen, Nathan
Cox, Ashley
Crocker, Zayla
Dillard, C’Aria
Edge, Timothy
Fisher, Samantha
Foster, Shea
Garcia, Andrea
Gideon, Haley
Griffin, Hollena
Harris, Hunter
2
14
10
20
12, 31
13, 34
1
37
9
19
22
14
11
6
12
36
7
32
11
18
27
4, 23
12
15
18
29
Harris, Tori
Jackson, Reagan
Kaur, Navipret
Lenarz, Ashley
Leonard, Derek
Marshal, Austin
Martello, Sierra
Martin, Erica
McCray, Lexy
McDaniel, Hannah
Messenger, Regan
Miller, Jimmy
Mills, Carlie
Mullinax, Andy
Neal, Indiya
Phan, Paul
Ramos-Lopez, Miquel
Reitz, Miky
Ryals, Lane
Rozier, Cody
Stancil, Katlynn
Thompson, Alex
Thompson, Chelsea
Whitlock, Cassidy
Wildenstein, Lakin
Wright, Jessica
17
14
3
25
21
11
15
33
16
30
16
26
cover, 23
5
11
28, 38
36
26
35
13
6
1
24
11
35
6, 33
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