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The Lincoln Middle School Literary Magazine
Table of Contents<br />
Volume 1, Issue 2<br />
Buenos Aires, Argentina<br />
A u tho thors<br />
rs<br />
Alis Anasal<br />
Amory Brandon<br />
Florencia Fustinoni<br />
Tamsin Gordon<br />
Austin Hays<br />
Tori Hermosillo<br />
Rebecca Hewitt Lovera<br />
Hannah Kielmanowicz<br />
Mary McClain<br />
Aleksander Mihok<br />
Elena Miles<br />
Matthew Raporte<br />
Christian Reese<br />
Paul Scott<br />
Kina Sharani<br />
Nashira Sharani<br />
Ro Tapia<br />
Eric Van Volkinburg<br />
Emily Williams<br />
21<br />
14, 19-20,<br />
46-48<br />
16, 22, 32<br />
44-45<br />
30-31<br />
7<br />
8, 49-50<br />
42-43<br />
6, 23-24<br />
11, 37<br />
25-28<br />
51-52<br />
10, 17-18<br />
33-34<br />
12-13,<br />
41, 59<br />
9, 15,<br />
35-36<br />
38-40<br />
53-54<br />
29, 55-58<br />
In s<br />
ide ide<br />
= Poetry<br />
= Memoirs<br />
= Short Stories<br />
= Novel Excerpts<br />
E d itor`s itor`s No Note<br />
te<br />
This year, seventeen seventh and eighth grade students<br />
participated in Lincoln's advanced creative writing classes.<br />
The writers dove in head first with memoirs, historical<br />
fiction, fantasy, poetry, and short stories. Topics ranged<br />
from basketball and Buenos Aires to boarding school and<br />
broken hearts. Writing is a craft that requires both talent<br />
and acquired skills. Our writers immersed themselves in<br />
their projects creating rough drafts, peer editing,<br />
conferencing with teachers, finding their personal voice and<br />
tackling the difficult task of rewriting. The class gained<br />
such momentum that we added another seventh grade<br />
section second semester taught by Ms. Baines.<br />
Throughout this year, we have shared our writing with each<br />
other. Now, we would like to share it with you.<br />
<strong>Melissa</strong> Daniels<br />
1
Poetry<br />
Mary McClain<br />
Tsunami<br />
Waves of destruction took over the sea<br />
Alerted glances from you to me<br />
No one can stop it,<br />
It's already come<br />
The dreadful deed is about to be done<br />
Screaming and crying all around<br />
Up to the hills is where people bound<br />
Trying to run with fear on their face<br />
Looking around to see such disgrace<br />
Water splashes everywhere<br />
Killing, destroying, it isn't fair<br />
Nations awake, about to be shunned,<br />
It doesn't matter; the dreadful deed has<br />
already been done.<br />
Waiting<br />
Counting off minutes<br />
Counting off days<br />
Wondering, pondering<br />
Will I see you again?<br />
Raindrop<br />
It<br />
Drips<br />
Dropping<br />
Further Downward<br />
Until Finally It Is Close<br />
You Are Too Late To Stop It<br />
You Run To Try and Reach It<br />
To Make It Hit Your Tongue<br />
But You Are Out Of Time<br />
It Hits The Ground<br />
SPLAT<br />
6
Poetry<br />
Tori Hermosillo<br />
Miss<br />
I hear you,<br />
Can't see you,<br />
I miss you,<br />
Wishin' you were here,<br />
To guide me through life,<br />
Like you did once before.<br />
Irreplaceable<br />
The feeling,<br />
Of you<br />
Lingering<br />
In my mind<br />
Hurting,<br />
And burning<br />
Inside.<br />
Birthday<br />
On my Birthday<br />
The impatient face<br />
The present with lace.<br />
On my Birthday.<br />
My Mind<br />
In my mind I lie,<br />
Hoping things will be alright,<br />
But I know better.<br />
Disappointment<br />
Many expectations<br />
Get you down<br />
The worst of all<br />
Are the ones from…<br />
The people that you<br />
Love<br />
Hate<br />
But just can't please.<br />
Painful<br />
It was so painful to hear you say,<br />
That you like her that way.<br />
To lie in your bed<br />
Thinking of her<br />
And not of me.<br />
Mess Up<br />
You're making mom and dad upset,<br />
You're making your sisters cry,<br />
When you say you will succeed,<br />
We believed you'd get through college.<br />
I don't get how you do it,<br />
How could you mess up,<br />
Quite so bad?<br />
7
Poetry<br />
Rebecca Hewitt<br />
Blind Mirror<br />
There's a mirror,<br />
hanging on my wall.<br />
I see into it everyday,<br />
but everyday I see nothing.<br />
As I look out into the distance,<br />
as people walk down the hall beside me<br />
everyday.<br />
But everyday they see nothing.<br />
People come and go everyday,<br />
some wish to stay,<br />
and gaze into my heart<br />
but everyday,<br />
they see nothing.<br />
Raindrops<br />
Raindrops fall on my window,<br />
but it is sunny outside.<br />
My face feels wet,<br />
but the window is shut<br />
and it is sunny outside.<br />
I can't see clearly,<br />
but my eyes are wide open,<br />
the window is shut<br />
and it is sunny outside.<br />
I was waiting for a letter<br />
Which I've just received<br />
But instead of good news<br />
Its words clouded my mind and made it rain<br />
But it is sunny outside.<br />
8
Poetry<br />
Nashira Sharani<br />
The Phone Directory<br />
I see her name<br />
I learn her number<br />
I pick up the phone<br />
But then, encumber<br />
A Single Tear Drop<br />
Running, racing down the hill<br />
Being shoved out of my home<br />
Rushing, chasing my other friends<br />
That left before I said “Goodbye”<br />
Faster, falling off the cliff<br />
Through the air without sniff<br />
Children<br />
I say, “Hello”<br />
They just glare<br />
And say, “Bye”<br />
I say, “Need help?”<br />
Rolling their eyes,<br />
They say, “I'm not dumb!”<br />
And pick up their bag<br />
I say, “Don't use that tone”<br />
And point a finger<br />
They say, “You started it”<br />
And storm off to their room<br />
I say, “I love you”<br />
They don't even hear<br />
Unspoken Words<br />
His eyes told me that he'd keep me safe<br />
His kiss told me that he wouldn't let go<br />
His hand in mine told me he was The One<br />
My Favorite Time of Day<br />
Nothing matters<br />
When I close my eyes.<br />
Take a deep breath,<br />
Let out a great sigh.<br />
All my troubles<br />
will fly away,<br />
Waiting for me<br />
the very next day.<br />
There's nothing to it,<br />
Just think no more,<br />
Push the thoughts out,<br />
Lock the door.<br />
No more ideas<br />
Just jumping about;<br />
My brain shuts down<br />
The lights go out.<br />
Shattered<br />
Upside down, and down side up,<br />
The vase is falling to the ground.<br />
Upside down, and down side up,<br />
The vase that cost a hundred pounds.<br />
Falling, falling, through the air;<br />
That innocent vase, it wasn't fair.<br />
Shattered, it's beautiful shell now broken,<br />
To tiny pieces that gave no hoping.<br />
The being of the vase now gone,<br />
Clear as day, it was time to move on.<br />
9
Poetry<br />
Chris Reese<br />
A Dreamer<br />
Out of the world,<br />
Out there, very far.<br />
That's where a dreamer goes,<br />
That's where they star.<br />
Many have gone there,<br />
Many have not.<br />
Out in a dreamer world,<br />
Escaping, from where they are.<br />
The River<br />
There's a wide, wide river,<br />
A' flowin' through here.<br />
There's a wide, wide river,<br />
A' bringin' fresh air.<br />
It twists,<br />
Then turns,<br />
Then makes the shape of a U.<br />
There's a person on that river,<br />
And I don't know who.<br />
He whistles and waves,<br />
And invites me on board.<br />
But the trees whisper to me,<br />
“That's temptation,<br />
An' followin' him is his hoard.”<br />
The great fishes trailed behind him,<br />
And I realize with terror,<br />
Those fish would have eaten me,<br />
Just for jumping in and making an error.<br />
10
Poetry<br />
Aleksandar Mihok<br />
Peter Pan<br />
Today I woke up.<br />
Though wishing I hadn't.<br />
But rather I die.<br />
Boy that would be pleasant.<br />
And even though,<br />
I cry and I stutter,<br />
The night has just come,<br />
I'll die in a gutter.<br />
They kick and they laugh,<br />
With faces of pleasure,<br />
As I scream and I yell,<br />
There's no greater measure.<br />
My body is in knots,<br />
I'm torn to the center,<br />
So quoting the words of Peter Pan,<br />
To die would be a great adventure.<br />
HeR<br />
,nice love<br />
and is you, I<br />
I heart the way<br />
am A way the<br />
too, I be,<br />
to am can<br />
be me. answers<br />
your if<br />
self, answer<br />
or the<br />
to is<br />
be love<br />
you<br />
!<br />
I need her like deserts need rain,<br />
I crave her like a wrestler craves pain,<br />
I want her like a lunatic wants a knife,<br />
I miss her like a husband misses his wife.<br />
His Mind<br />
Here I sit,<br />
In this broken chair,<br />
Inside this broken house,<br />
That I once called home.<br />
The walls are worn,<br />
Along with my heart,<br />
That was torn by a girl,<br />
If only over I could start.<br />
But it got me nowhere,<br />
As you see me here,<br />
My body is limp,<br />
Down my cheek is a tear.<br />
Maybe its my fault,<br />
That my life is destroyed,<br />
No car, no money,<br />
I'm not employed.<br />
Nobody cares how I am,<br />
Or what I've been doing,<br />
But rather they not,<br />
It needs some undoing.<br />
And by that,<br />
I mean my life,<br />
How it's soon to end,<br />
With this rusty old knife.<br />
But maybe I won't.<br />
I’ll stop in time,<br />
For my life to keep going,<br />
And for her to be mine.<br />
11
Poetry<br />
Kina Sharani<br />
Forgotten<br />
The world's an arm length away,<br />
I wish I could just reach out and grab it,<br />
But I can't.<br />
Besides, I'm only human.<br />
My friends, my family,<br />
The world,<br />
Goes on without me,<br />
Taunting me,<br />
The forgotten one.<br />
Drowning<br />
The world sees clear blue skies,<br />
But in my heart it's raining.<br />
The world sees dry paved roads,<br />
But through my eyes it's flooding.<br />
I began to drown,<br />
When you walked out my door.<br />
Have you ever…<br />
Have you ever…<br />
Walked a path that leads no where?<br />
Have you ever…<br />
Seen, when there's nothing there?<br />
Have you ever…<br />
Heard voices, when you're alone?<br />
Have you ever…<br />
Felt, without a heart?<br />
Left,<br />
Hurt,<br />
Broken.<br />
Just Waiting<br />
Something's trying to hurt me,<br />
It's aiming at my heart.<br />
It's waiting in the dark,<br />
Just waiting to come out.<br />
Dust<br />
Everything I touch<br />
Turns to dust.<br />
The flowers all around me<br />
Wither.<br />
The sun goes down<br />
In my presence.<br />
Darkness, always.<br />
People always leave,<br />
Alone, always.<br />
Cast Away<br />
The cast away hides,<br />
Under the blanket, which is the night.<br />
The cast away runs,<br />
From all the light, shining bright.<br />
The cast away lives,<br />
In fear of the day.<br />
The cast away stays alone,<br />
Isolated.<br />
The cast away,<br />
Is me.<br />
Darkness<br />
I gaze into the darkness,<br />
Wondering what lurks in the unknown.<br />
I stay away,<br />
For I fear,<br />
That it'll swallow me whole.<br />
12
Poetry<br />
Kina Sharani<br />
Ode to Television<br />
You really are a magic box,<br />
You're so hypnotizing.<br />
When I grab the remote,<br />
And press the on button,<br />
The little red light flashes.<br />
Then the screen comes to life,<br />
And the sweet sounds flow.<br />
When you are off,<br />
You call to me,<br />
It's just so mesmerizing.<br />
You are just one,<br />
As a whole.<br />
But 1,000 things at the same time.<br />
Every channel,<br />
Every show,<br />
Are each new chapters of your life.<br />
Everyday of my life,<br />
Is just like yours.<br />
Everyday you wake up,<br />
And every night you sleep,<br />
Just like one of us.<br />
Yet, so different.<br />
So still,<br />
So controlled.<br />
You do the same thing everyday,<br />
However, nothing that's similar.<br />
Flipping the same pages everyday,<br />
Yet, each with different words.<br />
You dread the time of day,<br />
When, your little red light fades;<br />
Just until the next day.<br />
And wonder everyday,<br />
When your little red light,<br />
Will fade, for good.<br />
But, since you see it coming,<br />
You cherish everyday.<br />
And hold on to the thread,<br />
That's keeping you turned on.<br />
And until that day comes,<br />
You'll be waiting everyday,<br />
Just sitting there,<br />
Waiting,<br />
For that one person,<br />
Who will,<br />
Pick up the remote,<br />
And press the button,<br />
So the little red light flashes<br />
Memories<br />
Memories, of laughter, smiling,<br />
Of happy children playing,<br />
Rewind in my head.<br />
But that's it.<br />
Only memories.<br />
That's all that's left.<br />
Nothing is left.<br />
Roots<br />
I mingle with the dirt,<br />
I am shoes, of a sort.<br />
I walk,<br />
But what wears me,<br />
Never moves.<br />
It grows,<br />
'Til it touches the heavens,<br />
While I grow,<br />
I get closer to Satan.<br />
I am shoes,<br />
That can never come off,<br />
The thread of life,<br />
That keeps it growing,<br />
For ever,<br />
'Til it reaches the heavens,<br />
And comes its time to pass.<br />
13
Poetry<br />
Amory Brandon<br />
Billabong Odyssey<br />
Dedicated to Skindog<br />
It's coming.<br />
Approaching fast.<br />
Always growing.<br />
Will it last?<br />
It looms high.<br />
I paddle hard.<br />
On feet I fly,<br />
My board and I.<br />
The wave peaks,<br />
And back I glanced.<br />
I feel weak,<br />
It has advanced.<br />
The board trembles,<br />
I quake with fear.<br />
The wave crumbles,<br />
The end is near.<br />
And so the wave breaks.<br />
And lets out a roar.<br />
My whole body shakes,<br />
And I know no more.<br />
And later I see,<br />
Why I felt small,<br />
The wave behind me,<br />
Was eighty feet tall.<br />
Seasons<br />
A snowflake drifts down,<br />
In a whispering whirlwind<br />
Beyond the eerie light.<br />
A spring bud opens,<br />
A blossoming joy of earth,<br />
And a gift to all.<br />
The sun is blazing<br />
A scorching hot fireball<br />
In the burning summer sky.<br />
But the last of the leaves<br />
Has fallen, and flutters down,<br />
Blowing in the cool breeze.<br />
For a new year has come,<br />
And as do the seasons,<br />
For they shall never stop.<br />
14
Poetry<br />
Nashira Sharani<br />
Unseen<br />
You know I'm speaking<br />
You see my face<br />
You hear my voice<br />
But not my words<br />
My lips are moving<br />
My arms are flailing<br />
My voice is rising<br />
But I am mute<br />
You think you're right<br />
You don't give me a chance<br />
You insist I'm wrong<br />
But that's not the case<br />
I Am<br />
I am dull as a toad,<br />
Shy as a hare.<br />
I am bleak like a cow,<br />
And often glare.<br />
I blend in the crowd<br />
As if I'm not there.<br />
I am beige like a wall,<br />
Sad like a frown.<br />
I am high as a bird,<br />
Down<br />
On<br />
The<br />
Ground.<br />
I am loud as trumpet,<br />
Though I don't make a sound.<br />
What am I?<br />
Answer:<br />
Your Heart's True Desire<br />
I watched you pour out your heart,<br />
Unveil your soul,<br />
Unleash the burning feeling inside.<br />
Wild like a fire,<br />
Free like a bird,<br />
All your emotions burst out of your mouth.<br />
You screamed and you yelled,<br />
You cried and you laughed.<br />
Every last drop of your energy gone.<br />
Slowly the words come out with a pause.<br />
Those three special words we long to hear.<br />
Syllable by syllable, each one defined.<br />
They came out together, all in a line.<br />
I<br />
Love<br />
...<br />
Her.<br />
It's said. It's done. It's finally out.<br />
The one who was there for him, left behind<br />
As he runs in the arms of his only one.<br />
15
Poetry<br />
Florencia Fustinoni<br />
Just a Kiss<br />
Tasty chocolate, an hour ago,<br />
Turned to ashes,<br />
Compared to this.<br />
Salty popcorn, fifty minutes ago,<br />
Turned to goo,<br />
Compared to this.<br />
Sweet soda, forty minutes ago,<br />
Turned to dust,<br />
Compared to this.<br />
Delicious potatoes, thirty minutes ago,<br />
Turned to wood,<br />
Compared to this.<br />
Sublime turkey, twenty minutes ago,<br />
Turned to paper,<br />
Compared to this.<br />
Frosty ice cream, ten minutes ago,<br />
Turned to cinders,<br />
Compared to this.<br />
And now I think about it,<br />
All alone in my room,<br />
I find it strange,<br />
That all those feelings,<br />
Appeared in something so plain.<br />
After all,<br />
A kiss,<br />
Is just a kiss.<br />
Walking<br />
I walk,<br />
All alone.<br />
Yet I keep walking,<br />
Along the dusty road.<br />
Even though I know,<br />
No one will walk with me,<br />
I hope for someone who will<br />
…<br />
Will you?<br />
16
Memoirs<br />
“Lacrosse Can Hurt“<br />
Chris Reese<br />
“Take cover, we're under attack!" yelled Austin<br />
as the ball came bounding back down the<br />
roof. Smack! It hit the ground, sending pieces<br />
of grass flying into the air. Then, it went<br />
soaring into the air, up and up....<br />
and...SPLASH! The ball<br />
got to its key destination; the pool.<br />
At that time, we were in 6th grade.<br />
Austin was sort of new, and is really tall. He<br />
has gray/blue eyes and messy hair (I always<br />
tell him to brush it, it's that bad sometimes).<br />
Then there is Eric. He had come the<br />
last semester a bit later than the rest of us.<br />
He is just a bit short and chubby. His hair was<br />
a bit longer then it used to be, and it covered<br />
his eyes.<br />
"Are you coming out or not?" he asked.<br />
"I'll be out in a second, I just have to tie<br />
my shoe!" I yelled back at him.<br />
Eric and Austin were both were waiting<br />
for me, I needed to hurry up!<br />
"Chris, hurry up, it'll be nighttime<br />
before you come up!"<br />
I messed around with the knot and headed<br />
over to where they were standing. Eric and I<br />
had the shorter attack sticks while Austin had<br />
the huge defense stick.<br />
"I'm still a bit rusty so it might take a<br />
while."<br />
"Let me show you how high I can<br />
throw," he told us.<br />
"Whatever, just hurry up and throw,<br />
you're burning daylight."<br />
"Yeah, just do it," said Eric agreeing<br />
with me.<br />
As Austin gripped his cold, metallic<br />
pole, he swung it upwards and sent<br />
the ball hurling into space.<br />
Now, his house isn't one of those small<br />
houses, it was close to gigantic. It had three<br />
stories, each floor had at least five windows<br />
on each level (luckily,it didn't have any sun<br />
lights until the top, and it was only a tennis<br />
ball).<br />
ball!”<br />
“Oh great! Now we'll have to get a new<br />
“Dude, no we don't, just use your rod<br />
and fish it out.” I replied to him.<br />
“Still, we could use another ball. This<br />
one's all wet.” Eric said.<br />
“Duh, it fell into the water! How else do<br />
you expect it to get wet!” I told Eric.<br />
“Let's just get started with the game.<br />
I've been waiting long enough.”<br />
“Finally, but I have a question. How do<br />
you catch and throw?” I inquired.<br />
“Didn't you see me throw? Or did you<br />
just happen to glance away at that exact<br />
moment?”<br />
“Okay, okay, now that we have an<br />
agreement, how do you catch and craddle?”<br />
“It's cradling, and they're both easy.”<br />
So Austin showed Eric and I how to do<br />
that “stuff” he told us in his smallish backyard.<br />
After he demonstrated thousands upon millions<br />
of throws, it was time for our not-so-big game.<br />
As it just happened to be, it was Eric and me<br />
versus Austin. We had to be careful, because<br />
we had no padding. And lacrosse is known to be<br />
more brutal than hockey. Uh-oh. Big uh-oh.<br />
Eric started out with the ball. I ran<br />
ahead yelling “Pass! Pass!”, only to get bowled<br />
over by Austin. All he did was scoop up the ball<br />
and made his speed shot. The blur sped into<br />
the goal, only to ricochet off the wall, and fall<br />
down the basement stairs.<br />
After retrieving the ball, it was my turn<br />
to start out with it. I was having a bit of<br />
trouble with my stiff blue-jean jacket. I<br />
couldn't get the position right with it, so I put<br />
that thought aside and concentrated on the<br />
moment.<br />
As Austin tore over, I ran right towards<br />
him. I then had to throw the ball to Eric in<br />
order to get out of the way of my charging bull.<br />
We didn't have a chance. When Eric passed<br />
back to me, I tried to make a shot.<br />
Suddenly, Austin materialized out of the<br />
air behind me. To him, I was like a ripe apple<br />
ready to be picked. His stick collided with<br />
mine, and, unluckily (at least for me) my<br />
thumb was right where his stick hit.<br />
It hit right above my nail.<br />
“Ow, gosh that hurt!” I yelled.<br />
I started to suck the warm and dark red<br />
liquid coming out of my slight wound.<br />
“Dude, does it hurt?”<br />
17
Memoirs<br />
“Lacrosse Can Hurt“<br />
Continued<br />
“No, but it really does sting.”<br />
How hard and fast can people move<br />
those sticks if Austin didn't even hit me that<br />
hard? I thought to myself. I need to see more<br />
people play. And that is when my interest in<br />
lacrosse started to grow.<br />
Eric came bustling over wanting to<br />
know what happened. So I retold the story to<br />
him.<br />
“Do you have anything to cover it with,<br />
like a band-aid?”<br />
` “Thanks for being concerned, but I<br />
don't need one. Besides that it is cold out<br />
here. Let's go inside.”<br />
So, inside we went. We had learned a<br />
few lacrosse moves that we would probably<br />
forget in the next two or three minutes. I,<br />
too, had a cut and bruise on my left hand<br />
thumb.<br />
The little video keeps on running in my<br />
head, over and over again. Later, Austin said<br />
the I am a natural, which probably isn't true.<br />
At that time, I had no idea how many games<br />
we were going to play later on in our<br />
friendship.<br />
18
Memoirs<br />
“Stop, Drop and Surf“<br />
Amory Brandon Brandon practicing how to paddle lying on the sand and<br />
also how to get up.<br />
I rolled over, cursed the rooster that crowed When is it going to be my turn? I really want to<br />
so early, and checked my watch. It was 4:30 try this, I thought to myself.<br />
AM. I swore again and sat up. The sun was “Amory, get over here. Its your turn.”<br />
peeking through the screen of my tent and I ran through the salty spray of the ocean<br />
creating shadows that crept around sleeping carrying my board under my right arm.<br />
bag. I stepped outside my tent and saw the “Surfing is simple enough. The hardest part is<br />
early sun wavering above the water. I crept not balancing on the board; it's getting your<br />
out onto the beach and went over to the<br />
timing right and learning when to paddle. If you<br />
remains of last night's bonfire. A few coals can get your timing right, getting up shouldn't<br />
were just hot enough for me to start making a be that much of a problem. When you get on<br />
new fire of my own.<br />
the board keep your knees bent and don't step<br />
“Good morning for surfing isn't it?” a voice to far forward. Now we need to wait for a wave<br />
said behind me.<br />
to break ahead and you can start off by<br />
I turned and saw Kristal, the best surfer and catching some white water.”<br />
the youngest of our group standing behind I didn't want to catch white water though. I<br />
me. Kristal was the only one of us who knew wanted to get out into deeper water and start<br />
how to surf, but she was still just as eager as trying to catch big waves such as four to six<br />
the rest of us to get on out and ride some feet. Those waves out there didn't seem that<br />
waves.<br />
big. I could get those, I thought.<br />
“Yeah, but we still have a few hours to wait. A jerk on my board snapped me out of my<br />
The tide could change in a couple hours and thoughts. I heard some yelling something as I<br />
the wind could also change and make the rushed away, the white water snapping at my<br />
waves dump.”<br />
feet like vicious rabid dogs. I jumped to my<br />
Kristal nodded and sat down on a log feet and nearly tipped the board, but I caught<br />
across from me. We sat for ten minutes in my balance as the wave slowed down. I jumped<br />
silence until we were interrupted by the<br />
down but my ankle cord snagged my ankle and I<br />
sound of footsteps.<br />
went headfirst into the shallow water. I came<br />
“Ready to surf?”<br />
up spluttering like a fish out of water and<br />
Kristal and I both nodded. Javi, one of pulled my board back to where Melida was<br />
the counselors at the camp came and sat standing. After repeating the process a few<br />
down next to us.<br />
more successful times I was free to join the<br />
Gradually the rest of the camp3 woke others and start surfing on my own.<br />
up and so began our first surf lesson. I was The wave rumbled behind me, hitting my legs<br />
eager to try out surfing for two reasons. One but I held my legs firm and rode the wave out. I<br />
was because it was such an exciting sport and held my head high and had a tight grin<br />
second was because I was unable to play any stretched across my face. I jumped back off my<br />
other sports for the time being. I had an<br />
board and turned it around. Luke paddled up<br />
injury with my knees that put me on the<br />
next to me and we both turned, looking into<br />
injured list for sixth months currently and the endless horizon.<br />
many more months to come.<br />
Over the next eight hours I didn't catch that<br />
“All right. Who thinks they know what to do?” many waves, but I was definitely pleased with<br />
said our other counselor Melida.<br />
myself. I thought I did fairly well for my first<br />
No one raised his or her hand. Without time. I loved the sensation of the waves roaring<br />
hesitation Melinda carried on about the<br />
behind me about to crush me to pieces until I<br />
dynamics of surfing, how to paddle, where to shot ahead, just out of its reach as it crumbled<br />
stand, how to get up, when to start paddling behind me.<br />
and how to get past the breaking waves. We The sun faded, the waves grew darker, a<br />
soon finished the lecture and started<br />
gloomy appearance settled around the beach of<br />
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Memoirs<br />
“Stop, “Stop, Drop and Surf“<br />
Continued<br />
our fire, and shadows jumped from palm tree<br />
to palm tree. I sat on the beach icing my<br />
knees and looking out at the sea. I knew I<br />
found a new hobby, something I could do<br />
whenever I needed a break from everything<br />
else that troubled me. I slowly walked back to<br />
camp and went to bed, looking forward<br />
towards a whole day of surfing. I felt my eyes<br />
gradually closing. Sounds echoed around camp<br />
until all that could be heard was the soft<br />
pounding of waves. But then as if it had been<br />
waiting for me about to fall asleep, wanting<br />
to torture my night again, a rooster crowed. I<br />
swore and lay awake for sometime until my<br />
aching body forced me to give in to the<br />
sleepiness. It was a long night.<br />
20
Memoirs<br />
“Never Again“<br />
Alis Alis Anasal Anasal “Then they should have been here<br />
yesterday,” I shouted, close to tears.<br />
I slumped down into my seat, watching<br />
“Give me a break, Alis,” my mother said<br />
my home flash by the car window. Everything turning around, her face getting all squinchy<br />
was going to change. I felt like crying. The like it does when she's mad, “I have a lot to<br />
car service smelled like smoke and barf and I do.”<br />
was overheating, despite the freezing weather<br />
“Well I don't!!!” I screamed back,<br />
outside. My mom reached over and patted my ignoring the danger signs that should have gone<br />
leg, but I pulled away.<br />
off in my head the minute her jaw clenched. I<br />
“It'll be okay,” she said. Liar.<br />
stormed out of the (large) kitchen, my bare<br />
feet slapping against the cold black stone that<br />
Two weeks ago I left New York. I left seemed to cover the entire first floor of our<br />
my life, I left my friends, I left my home. I (large) house. I was really feeling the effect of<br />
didn't want to go to Argentina, but fourteen not having my books. I spent my days watching<br />
hours later I was stepping out of the airport, television, slouched against the red couch in<br />
greeted, not only by my grandmother, but the my parents bedroom, stuffing myself with<br />
sweltering heat. I was feeling a little more heavenly sweet medialunas and surfing the<br />
optimistic than when I had first embarked on web. I knew I loved my books, but I never<br />
this so-called “great adventure”.<br />
knew how much I depended on them. Without<br />
'It won't be so bad,' I told myself. 'I books, I was nothing. How could I be a “book<br />
have my family, and I have my books.'<br />
worm” without the books? Then I would just be<br />
Reading is everything to me. Whenever I am a worm. It was as if someone had cut off my<br />
bored, I read, whenever I am sad, I read, hands, and you can't do much without hands.<br />
whenever I want, I read. I was a little<br />
The days dragged by hot, boring, and,<br />
concerned, though. The books in Argentina bookless.<br />
would, for the most part, be in Spanish. So,<br />
“ALIS, stop watching TV!!! MOVE a<br />
for months I had been saving books.<br />
little!!” my mom would shout.<br />
Whenever there was a book that I was just<br />
“I am moving......my thumb,” was my<br />
dying to read I would put it aside, saving it for muttered response.<br />
Argentina. Everyone contributedmy teachers,<br />
“Don't you have something to read?” my<br />
my friends, and my parents. A week before mom said, exasperatedly.<br />
we left, my mom sent the box ahead. It was<br />
“NOOOOO!!!” I hollered at her.<br />
so covered in clear, extra strong, tape, I could<br />
Finally on Saturday, a week after our<br />
have sworn that it had gained a couple<br />
arrival, my books came. But it wasn't enough<br />
pounds. I wondered if I would be able to open that they had made me wait for over a week,<br />
it up to get to the forty-three books inside. they had to make me wait two more long<br />
“It'll be there when we arrive,” my hours, spent in line at the post office. Finally<br />
mom told me, trying to calm the stem of<br />
though, I was able to open them. Never had<br />
worries erupting from my mouth. Liar.<br />
books looked so appealing as they did then. I<br />
saw them, in perfect rows, smelling<br />
So I waited, and waited, and waited. wonderfully of age, paper, and, well…books.<br />
The (really big) house was fine, the pool was<br />
“Never again,” I told my parents, “Never<br />
great, but my books weren't there.<br />
again.” But I couldn't stay annoyed at them<br />
“Where are my books?” I yelled at my forever, after all, I had my books, I had my<br />
mom.<br />
“Honey,” she said impatiently, “they<br />
said 5-8 business days, they'll be here.” Her<br />
back was turned, her hands busy doing the<br />
laundry that had accumulated since our<br />
arrival.<br />
hands, I was whole again.<br />
21
Short Stories<br />
“Abandoned“<br />
Florencia Fustinoni<br />
“I'll be at the kitchen…José?” Marita beckoned<br />
the young boy behind her. Finally, closing the<br />
door quietly behind themselves. Carla was left<br />
alone. She stood up after a while, and slowly<br />
went to the old cabinet they had managed to<br />
keep from their old house (and their father's<br />
wrath, he had wanted to sell it). It was made<br />
of wood with gold designs of leafs and dragons<br />
(now nearly invisible because of the dust). She<br />
grasped one of the golden knobs, and pulled<br />
at it slowly, opening the drawer.<br />
A raspy sound came with it, sounding<br />
like one of the witches her mother had told<br />
her about when small. She sneezed. The<br />
drawer was completely open now. There, in<br />
the middle of the dark inside, was a picture<br />
frame with a picture. Carla positioned her<br />
fingers on the edges of the frame. She gently<br />
pulled the picture out of it's hiding place,<br />
then brought it up to her face. The figures in<br />
the photo were mere shadows at the moment,<br />
because of the thick layers of dust. Carla blew<br />
the layers off. She felt the dust dance around<br />
her for a few moments, until it finally cleared<br />
off and she could see the picture better.<br />
The photo had been taken in a sunny<br />
garden. There was Marita, her hair neatly<br />
formed into a perfect bun with a beautiful<br />
long white dress on, as well as a veil. Next to<br />
her, to the left, was Paco. Handsome in his<br />
black tux, bought especially for the occasion.<br />
Behind Marita were two girls. One looked<br />
exactly like Marita, only much younger and<br />
she was wearing a blue and baby blue dress.<br />
Her hair was made into pigtails. The girl next<br />
to her had the same hair and hairdo, but she<br />
had Paco's calm green eyes. Her dress was<br />
yellow and green. She was holding a small<br />
clueless boy with Paco's hair and Marita's eyes.<br />
Carla remembered that day well enough. Vale<br />
and her had begged their parents if they could<br />
have a second marriage, so that they could<br />
see it. Finally, after two long years, they<br />
consented. So that day they had all gone to<br />
the church, dressed appropriately, of course,<br />
and witnessed their parents second marriage.<br />
Carla let her fingers trail on the frame's<br />
texture. There was a small angel at the<br />
bottom right, and another a the upper left.<br />
The one at the left carried a banner that read:<br />
'Always together, for now and all eternity'.<br />
Letting her fingers travel through the message,<br />
she wondered just how much of it was true<br />
now.<br />
Something made of glass crashed against<br />
the floor suddenly, as though millions of ice<br />
pieces had fallen from the sky.<br />
22
Short Stories<br />
“Rumors“: Stream of Conscious<br />
Mary McClain<br />
“No, he's actually in a coma! I know, I'm<br />
totally serious!” Oh man, I hope Dan is okay.<br />
He's been in that coma since last night! Who<br />
knows what will happen? Those hospitals are<br />
so white. Covered in white. It's like heaven.<br />
Oh my god, what if Dan dies? I could never<br />
see him again. Who would carry my books,<br />
they're much too heavy to carry myself! Who<br />
will be my Spring Fling date then? Maybe<br />
Thomas would ask me. No, Dan is much cuter.<br />
He just can't die, he can't. Oh please don't let<br />
him die!<br />
“I know I'm so scared for him! Being in<br />
that hospital unable to wake up. All alone,” I<br />
think Renee has a crush on Dan! What if she<br />
tries to steal him?<br />
“Hey Lily! Oh sure! So should I pick<br />
you up at six then? We'll deliver the flowers<br />
and then make sure he's comfortable,”<br />
“No no, roses are too cliché, I mean<br />
gosh, he's not dying, he just had to stay a<br />
couple nights, that's all!”<br />
Oh no, now I know Lily wants him as<br />
well! I mean why would she want to bring<br />
him flowers if she wasn't in love with him?<br />
Maybe I could stop by the hospital early so he<br />
can see who really cares about him! Oh no,<br />
wait, that will definitely cut in to my<br />
manicure time, and then I'll have to wait<br />
about half an hour after that to let them dry.<br />
I mean, I can't just go parading around town<br />
with highly chip-able nails. I heard Karen<br />
Smith did that, big uh oh. She smeared them<br />
all over her new white hoddie. I guess I could<br />
just go another day, I mean he'll be there all<br />
week, all alone. Even at night! Man, that's<br />
creepy. What if his mom is at the hospital<br />
when I get there? Will she know something is<br />
up? Nah, I don't think she'd put two and two<br />
together. Unless Manny is visiting as well. Oh<br />
gosh, that'd be a nightmare!<br />
“What's up Gary?”<br />
“Dan what-?”<br />
“Are you sure? I thought for a couple<br />
of nights?”<br />
“Oh, his knee eh?”<br />
“Alright thanks then! Bye!”<br />
Poor Dan! His leg must be killing him!<br />
I know that once, when my cousin Hector hurt<br />
his knee, he like, had to stay in bed for two<br />
weeks and couldn't get up at all! Not even on a<br />
date! Gosh, I hope Dan can still go on dates!<br />
“Oh, hey Manny! How are you doing?”<br />
“Oh, yes I know! Wow, you're blowing<br />
this way out of proportion! Gosh, calm down.<br />
No, Dan just went to see about his knee. You<br />
know? The whole last shot of the basketball<br />
game fiasco?”<br />
Wow, Manny can make such a big deal<br />
out of tiny things! I mean, after Dan scored<br />
that amazing winning shot in the basketball<br />
game the other day, he had landed on his leg so<br />
incredibly hard that he heard a shrieking crack<br />
and his whole kneecap had turned purple!<br />
Purple! My god what kind of color is that? I<br />
mean, it'd have been so much cooler if it had<br />
turned like white or something. Now white is a<br />
pretty cool color. Or even orange. Wow, can<br />
you even imagine an orange bruise? Wow.<br />
Anyways, yeah so Dan just had to see if he<br />
broke his knee that's all. I heard they had to<br />
carry him away on a special ambulance that<br />
drove right up onto the basketball court! I was<br />
completely surprised myself! An ambulance<br />
that actually drove onto the court? How cool!<br />
They had to rush him to the emergency room<br />
too.<br />
“Oh, hi Will! I didn't see you there.”<br />
“Yes, I know I know! Dan had to go to<br />
the hospital after the big game!”<br />
“Are you serious?”<br />
“Oh thank god! Are you 125% sure it was<br />
just a check-up?”<br />
“Great! Ok well, bye Will!”<br />
A check-up! Yes, just a check-up! This is great!<br />
Well, maybe not so great. I mean, I've heard of<br />
check-ups gone wrong before. Uh oh…<br />
“Hi Courtney! How are you doing?”<br />
“Oh yes, I'm great, about to go visit Dan<br />
right now!”<br />
“Oh no no, don't worry about it! Dan<br />
just went for a check-up! In and out that's all.<br />
Very casual.”<br />
“Yeah, there's practically nothing wrong<br />
with him at all.”<br />
“Well, yeah see you! Buh bye!”<br />
I wonder how long until this lunch period<br />
ends? Ugh, I'm so tired. No! I can't believe I<br />
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Short Stories<br />
“Rumors“<br />
Continued<br />
have Hassani next. God is she tough. Math<br />
has got to be my worst subject. Well, other<br />
then English, Social Studies or Science. Come<br />
to think of it, they're all pretty horrible. I<br />
totally failed this one science test and I was<br />
doomed for the rest of the semester. I've<br />
finally given up on it. I mean, it's not like I'm<br />
going to be some scientist when I grow up.<br />
No, I'll be Mrs. Dan Rotcher. Sounds pretty<br />
nice doesn't it? I think so.<br />
“Greg, wait up!”<br />
“About Dan, did he actually even go to<br />
the hospital?”<br />
“No?”<br />
“Yes! Ah Will, you have just made my<br />
day! Bye-bye hun.”<br />
And he never even stepped foot in the place!<br />
Oh my god, this is like so great. My boyfriend<br />
isn't hospitalized the least bit at all! Yes! I<br />
can finally show off my victory dance. That's<br />
right.<br />
“Hey Missy,”<br />
“Whoa, take a chill pill girl,”<br />
“Take each breath at a time,”<br />
“Oh, god no! Where in the world did<br />
you hear such nonsense?”<br />
“Courtney eh?”<br />
“Oh no, she's got it all wrong!”<br />
“The truth of the matter is, and be<br />
sure to note that I explained this very, very<br />
carefully to her. You know? Using small words<br />
too. You have to talk pretty slow with that<br />
one. Dan never went to the hospital!”<br />
“No, are you kidding me?”<br />
“He's as healthy as a horse!”<br />
“Yeah, I'm pretty sure horses are<br />
healthy,”<br />
“Well, isn't it some kind of expression?”<br />
“No I don't know where I heard it,<br />
maybe Professor Hassani.”<br />
“Calm Down. Like I said before, Dan<br />
hasn't been to the hospital since he was like<br />
six and had a marble stuck up his nose!”<br />
“Ew no, gross. I did not see the marble<br />
actually in his nose!”<br />
“Yeah, ok you go do that. Don't run too<br />
hard. I hear it's bad for you or something.”<br />
“Bye, bye! I'll catch you later!”<br />
Why in the world would someone<br />
actually choose to run and kill your body like<br />
that? I mean running and running, pounding on<br />
your legs so hard can't be good, right? Maybe<br />
I'll stop by Dan's house later. I bet he'll need<br />
some help with the homework. Not that I'll be<br />
any help but maybe I could bring over some get<br />
well cookies. Maybe he has a terrible cold.<br />
Oh no! Colds are contagious! There's no way<br />
I'm getting a cold! Not with the Spring Fling<br />
Dance coming up so soon! It could totally ruin<br />
my chances of getting queen. Queen. Could<br />
you imagine how great it'd be if I, Hailey were<br />
queen of the ball? I think I'll go call Dan to see<br />
how he's doing. If I get behind just the right<br />
tree, the teachers won't walk by it for another<br />
ten minutes. Cell phones are restricted, what<br />
a silly rule. I mean, what if you have an<br />
emergency? This totally counts as one. I'm<br />
sure of it.<br />
“Dan! Hi! Oh my god! It's so great to<br />
hear your voice!”<br />
“Well, yeah I know you've only been<br />
absent today.”<br />
“…and it's only halfway through the day,”<br />
“You what--,”<br />
“Oh right, you missed the bus,”<br />
“Of course I knew! How could I not<br />
know what was going on!”<br />
“Your mom is dropping you off?”<br />
“I'll see you soon then!”<br />
“Okay. Buh Bye!”<br />
24
Short Stories<br />
“My Pretty Pink Dress“<br />
Elena Miles<br />
Parents are so embarrassing. Take my dad.<br />
Every time a friend comes to stay the night,<br />
he does something that makes my face blaze.<br />
But mom is worse.<br />
One particular example comes to mind<br />
of when she completely humiliated me. I think<br />
it was way back last fall. I was completely<br />
bored all October (I mean who wouldn't be,<br />
what is there to do In fall?) But October 14,<br />
was completely different. I was totally<br />
excited. Shaniqua, Liz, Jessica, Marissa and<br />
Claire were all coming to my house. The plan<br />
was that they would pick me up. Then all of<br />
us would head out to Darren's party. I peered<br />
at myself in the mirror and piled my hair on<br />
top of my head. Then let it fall when my dad<br />
shouted “Hannah, your friends are here!!” I<br />
sprinted down stairs and flung open the front<br />
door where all five of the girls were waiting.<br />
“Hey Hannah.” The girls chorused.<br />
“Hey” I said coolly. We then staggered<br />
up to my room and starting trying on different<br />
items of clothing, picking out our favorite<br />
thing to wear to Darren's party. My mom must<br />
have overheard because she waltzed into the<br />
room with the dress my crazy Aunt Helga sent<br />
me in her arms. (By this time the floor was<br />
covered with skirts, shirts, jackets and shoes.)<br />
“Honey, why don't you wear this pretty pink<br />
dress?” I heard my friends snicker behind me.<br />
The “pretty” dress was absolutely horrible! It<br />
was bright pink with neon green polka- dots<br />
and disgusting little fairies all over it. And to<br />
tell the truth, the dress had NO shape, it was<br />
literally a sack.<br />
My moms face fell after I said “um no<br />
way!” No. She didn't look disappointed, she<br />
looked hurt. All this sudden I felt terrible; I<br />
couldn't bear to see my mom with such a sad<br />
look on her face. Twenty minutes later when<br />
my friends started babbling on about different<br />
make-up, I knew this was my cue to leave. I<br />
quietly slipped out of my room and walked<br />
down the stairs. My mom was busy cutting<br />
carrots by the counter. “Mom, I like the dress,<br />
but it's just not the right thing to wear to<br />
Darren's party.” She whirled around.<br />
“What?”<br />
“Look mom I'm sorry-“<br />
“Wait, did you just say you were going to<br />
Darren's party?”<br />
“Um yeah, why?”<br />
“No, you will not, absolutely not, go to Darren's<br />
party.”<br />
“But mom!”<br />
“No honey, I know him, he is a bad boy!!”<br />
“But Mom, I have to go he has a python, a<br />
cockatoo, and a marmoset monkey!”<br />
“I couldn't care less if your friend Darren has a<br />
peacock, an alligator or a baboon! The answer<br />
is still no.”<br />
“Mom, all my friends are up stairs and if they<br />
find out we can't go, they are going to be<br />
extremely hysterical!” I was really trying to<br />
remain calm.<br />
“No, nyet. Nó”<br />
By then I just lost it. “I'll do anything.<br />
Please let me go!”<br />
She was silent for a couple of minutes. I<br />
could tell this was gonna turn ugly. “Tell you<br />
what, you can go, but only if you wear your<br />
pretty pink dress.” My mom is really stubborn,<br />
so I knew there was no point in arguing. So I<br />
just trudged up the stairs and into my room.<br />
When I started untangling the pink dress from<br />
its hanger, my friends stared at me in horror.<br />
“What?” I snapped.<br />
“No way are you going to the party like that!”<br />
Shaniqua insisted. “Well it's this or no party at<br />
all.”<br />
When I hopped out of Claire's car I<br />
immediately knew that tonight was going to be<br />
a LONG night. I had been there for 2 seconds<br />
and people were already staring at me as if I<br />
were some type of freak. Or the other famous<br />
look was when they stared at me like I was two<br />
years old. For heaven's sake, I even felt two<br />
years old. All night long I heard comments like<br />
“nice dress loser.” And “what's with the dress?”<br />
But all that didn't matter, because<br />
Miranda, the most popular girl in school said “I<br />
like your dress, can I borrow it sometime?”<br />
I was totally happy. I felt special all night long.<br />
Then I realized hey, maybe my mom was right.<br />
Then again, she always is.<br />
25
Short Stories<br />
“My Pretty Pink Dress “ written as a play script<br />
Elena Miles<br />
Scene One<br />
(A teenage girl about 14 is in her room<br />
looking at herself in the mirror. Dark hair and<br />
Blue eyes. On the thin side. This girl is<br />
obviously excited. This girl is HANNAH. The<br />
doorbell rings and HANNAH sprints down the<br />
stairs and flings open the door.)<br />
By the Front Door<br />
SHANIQUA, LIZ, JESSICA, MARISSA, CLAIRE:<br />
Hey Hannah!<br />
HANNAH: Hey gals! Whats up? Do you guys<br />
wanna go up stairs and chill?<br />
CLAIRE: Coolness<br />
They jog upstairs in to Hannah's room, and<br />
they start pulling out clothes from the closet<br />
and trying everything on.<br />
MARISSA: Oh my gosh this purple tube top is<br />
soooooo cute!<br />
HANNAH: It was only 17 bucks! I got it at JC<br />
Penny<br />
SHANIQUA: You should totally try it on!<br />
Marissa tries on the shirt.<br />
JESSICA: Oh My Gosh!!!That looks PERFECT on<br />
you.<br />
MARISSA: I don't know, I think it makes me<br />
look fat.<br />
CLAIRE: No it doesn't!! You always think that!<br />
You have the perfect body. And you know it!<br />
Liz: YA I know im so jealous!<br />
MARISSA: Whatever<br />
Hannah's mom, late 40's comes waltzing in<br />
with a HIDEOUS pink, frilly, shapeless dress.<br />
Her name is SHIELA.<br />
SHIELA: Hannah, why don't you try on this<br />
pretty pink dress?<br />
Friends snicker in the background.<br />
HANNAH: Mom!<br />
SHIELA: What honey, why are you turning so<br />
red? What's wrong with it?<br />
HANNAH: Well first it is BRIGHT pink, second<br />
it had neon green polka dots on it, and third it<br />
has DISGUSTING little fairies all over it!<br />
SHIELA: Well you aunt Helga sent it to you! You<br />
love Aunt Helga!<br />
HANNAH: Mom, Aunt Helga is also crazy! Mom,<br />
end of story! IM NOT GONNA WEARTHAT STUPID<br />
RETARDED DRESS!<br />
SHIELA: Excuse me. (She then rushes out the<br />
door, obviously hurt.)<br />
CLAIRE: No offense Hannah, I know that dress<br />
was ugly but that was really harsh of you….<br />
HANNAH: Like I care. Anyway what makeup are<br />
you guys gonna wear? (Trying to Change the<br />
Subject)<br />
LIZ: Well I really like Cosmo girl.<br />
SHANIQUA: Really? Cover girl is sooo much<br />
better!<br />
JESSICA: I like them both. (She avoids making<br />
eye contact with either.)<br />
10 minutes later -Now the floor is covered with<br />
clothes all over it. Filed with skirts, shirts, and<br />
pants strewn across the floor.<br />
HANNAH: I'll be right back.<br />
CLAIRE: Chowness!<br />
Scene Two<br />
(Hannah sauntered down the stairs enters the<br />
kitchen and see that her mom is cutting carrots<br />
at the counter)<br />
HANNAH: Mom I like the dress, but it's just not<br />
the right thing to wear to Darren's Party (Saying<br />
this in a calm tone. Clearly lying through her<br />
teeth. SHEILA whirls around.)<br />
SHEILA: What?<br />
HANNAH: Look my mom I’m sor-<br />
SHIELA: No you will not absolutely NOT go to<br />
Darren's party!’<br />
HANNAH: But mom!<br />
SHEILA: No honey, I know him! He is completely<br />
out of control!<br />
HANNAH: But Mom! I have to go! He has a<br />
python, a cockatoo, and marmoset monkey!<br />
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“My Pretty Pink Dress “ Playscript<br />
Continued<br />
SHEILA: I couldn't care less if Darren has a<br />
peacock, an alligator or an ostrich! The<br />
answer is still No.<br />
HANNAH: Mom, all my friends are upstairs and<br />
if they find out we can't go they are gonna be<br />
extremely hysterical! (Really trying to remain<br />
calm.)<br />
SHEILA: No, nyet, no.<br />
HANNAH (now yelling): I'll do anything! Please<br />
let me go!<br />
SHEILA: (Thinking) Tell you what, you can go,<br />
but only if you were your pretty pink dress.<br />
HANNAH: Curse you! I HATE you. You ruin my<br />
life!<br />
SHEILA: That's what I'm destined to do!!!<br />
HANNAH: Well you do a pretty good job at it<br />
mom.<br />
SHIELA: Thank you honey.<br />
HANNAH: Shut up<br />
Scene Three<br />
HANNAH is now in her room untangling the<br />
dress and all her friends are staring at her in<br />
horror.<br />
HANNAH: What???(In a snapping voice)<br />
SHANNIQUA: No way are you going to the<br />
party like that! (Putting her hands on her hip)<br />
JESSICA: I'm Sorry, but Hannah, have you gone<br />
completely insane?<br />
HANNAH: Well it's this or no party at all…<br />
CLAIRE: I thought you hated that dress.<br />
HANNAH: I do, but well, you don't know my<br />
mom.<br />
LIZ: Oh, is she making you.<br />
HANNAH: (Sarcastically) No Liz, im just<br />
wearing this dress cause I like it.<br />
SHANIQUA: Just wear it out of the house and<br />
then just change when we get there.<br />
HANNAH: I don't think that's a good idea…<br />
MARISSA: What are you scared your mamas<br />
going to catch you!<br />
HANNAH: You know what! Fine I'll change<br />
when I get there. Jessica, can you get the red<br />
halter top out of my closet along with the<br />
faded jeans? I have to go change.<br />
Scene Four<br />
Later That Night at Darren's Party<br />
(Still light out side but sun will set in about an<br />
hour. Loud music is throbbing)<br />
HANNAH: Jessica? Did you bring my change of<br />
clothes?<br />
JESSICA: Um, well I sorta forgot…..<br />
HANNAH: You idiot! Now im stuck looking like a<br />
two year old all night!!!<br />
JESSICA: Hannah, im sorry, I was busy getting<br />
ready…<br />
HANNAH: Well thanks for being a good friend<br />
Jessica.<br />
Sun has now set and it is dark out<br />
LIZ: Hey Hannah, are you ok??We've been here<br />
for 45 minutes and you are really quiet and<br />
you've been following me the whole time! Look,<br />
go try to talk to people, lighten up! What's<br />
wrong??<br />
HANNAH is silent.<br />
LIZ: Oh I know!!! You're embarrassed about your<br />
dress. Look Hannah, it will just look like a<br />
fashion statement gone wrong.<br />
LIZ: Geez, no one has even noticed!!<br />
HANNAH: See the thing is your super out-going.<br />
I mean, it's not like I'm shy, but well you are<br />
different. You could put on this dress and<br />
march out boldly on the dance floor and have<br />
the time of your laugh and act like nothings<br />
wrong…Well im not like you, I can't lighten up.<br />
Individual people pass by and each one<br />
comments.<br />
Guy # 1: What's with the dress loser???<br />
GIRL #1are you trying to look like 2 years old?<br />
Because if you are, you are doing a very good<br />
job of it!<br />
Girl #2: If you think that dress makes you look<br />
hot, you are soo wrong!<br />
(To Liz)HANNAH: And you thought they didn't<br />
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“My “My Pretty Pink Dress “ Playscript<br />
Continued<br />
even notice me.<br />
SHANIQUA: Oh my god!! Look Miranda is<br />
walking over this way! She never talks to us!!<br />
Whats this all about???<br />
CLAIRE: I don't know, let's see what she wants.<br />
MIRANDA: Hey girls.<br />
ALL except Miranda: Hey(very quite)<br />
MIRANDA: Hey Hannah, I came over here to<br />
ask you about your dress.<br />
HANNAH: Great (she mumbles)<br />
MIRANDA: I really like it, can I borrow it<br />
sometime??<br />
HANNAH: Uh sure!<br />
MIRANDA: Kay, see you girls around!<br />
MARISSA: Did she just say what I think she<br />
said?<br />
HANNAH: Ya (squealing)<br />
SHANIQUA: The most popular girl in the whole<br />
school just came up and talked to you<br />
Hannah, all just because of your dress…<br />
HANNAH: Ya, maybe my mom was right. This<br />
dress isn't that bad, but then again, my mom<br />
is always right.<br />
The Characters<br />
Main Characters<br />
Hannah- a 14 year old girl who's a little bit bratty,<br />
brown hair blue eyes and on the thin side.<br />
Typical teenage girl.<br />
Sheila: Hannah's mom. In her late 40's. Strict,<br />
stubborn and unreasonable.<br />
Secondary Characters<br />
Shaniqua: One of Hannah's friends, bossy and<br />
loud spoken. And willing to take chances.<br />
Liz: Very out- going. Bold, not really caring what<br />
people think about her.<br />
Jessica: On the shy side. Never wants to<br />
disappoint anyone. Not as striking as the other<br />
girls, so she does not have as much self-<br />
esteem. She feels out of place.<br />
Marissa: The type of girl that everyone would<br />
think she is perfect. Perfect body, hair, and<br />
perfect face. She knows it, but most the time,<br />
acts like she doesn't so she can fish for<br />
compliments.<br />
Claire: The sincere one, the honest and truthful,<br />
and a good friend, sticking and supporting you<br />
by your side no matter what. She is always<br />
honest and gives her opinion as you will see in<br />
this skit.<br />
Extras:<br />
Guy<br />
Girl #1<br />
Girl #2<br />
Miranda: The most popular girl in school, but<br />
she is caring towards everyone as well. She has<br />
a mind of her own, and doesn't follow the<br />
crowd, even when the crowd follows her.<br />
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“Time and Place “<br />
Emily Williams<br />
Time<br />
The forest floor creaked as the dog trotted<br />
ahead. The gentle beast and his owner paced<br />
up the creek. He judged it was about ten<br />
o'clock. The water laughed its way through<br />
the brook and made profound pools where the<br />
fair skinned owner and his hound splashed.<br />
The rain had ceased at dawn and now crystal<br />
droplets fell from the ancient trees. The<br />
owner crouched down and the radiating<br />
golden sun reflected off the water and bathed<br />
his face. He picked up a rounded piece of lilac<br />
glass from the side of the creek where the<br />
water and sand met and thought of his past<br />
when the palm sized turtles wadded their way<br />
through spongy mud and gritty sand.<br />
Mood<br />
As we strode up to the open café we heard<br />
shrill voices, calling for their ice-cream<br />
orders. Thrilled by knowing we were close to<br />
our destination we ran on ahead. When we<br />
turned the corner I peered around a pillar but<br />
couldn't see past the crowds to end of the<br />
cashier line. Everyone in line was engrossed in<br />
their own conversations, oblivious to the rest<br />
of the world. My sister and I dragged our feet<br />
to the end of the line, a whole block away. We<br />
took up a position and stood there amused by<br />
people and their out of fashion or random<br />
clothes that had foolish sayings written on<br />
them like “Dangerous flower”. After standing<br />
in an unmoving line for five minutes I walked<br />
up to see if the rest of the line was moving.<br />
When I came back and reported to my sister,<br />
much to my dismay we weren't. At a quarter<br />
past seven we had only walked forward<br />
halfway up the block. By the time we reached<br />
the cashier the sun was down and we were<br />
exhausted.<br />
Spatial Order<br />
He silently shut the cracked green front door.<br />
As he turned around, a gray rabbit bounded<br />
across the black street in front of him. His<br />
German Shepard burst into the emerald forest<br />
in front of his home and to the side of the road,<br />
chasing the rabbit. He called to the dog and<br />
hiked up the hill, passing the cheery colored<br />
houses on his evening stroll. When he reached<br />
the top of the hill he peered at the town below,<br />
turned around and started down the other side.<br />
He turned a corner where the houses became<br />
scant, as the dog strayed father behind him,<br />
searching over the cliffs and down. Then man<br />
marveled at the cabins on stilts from across the<br />
street. Abruptly the road curved and he<br />
followed its path as he pulled himself through<br />
some tall grass. Far off in the distance lay a<br />
cottage, russet with a blond wood lining around<br />
the windows and door. The man sank down into<br />
the grass, melting away from sight only to<br />
appear again behind the lodge, vanishing into<br />
another emerald forest.<br />
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“Getting Around Buenos Aires Aires “ Newspaper Article Article<br />
Austin Hays Hays<br />
Living in Buenos Aires is a treat. It has a great<br />
climate and wonderful culture. But every expat<br />
knows that their worst nightmare<br />
surrounds us, lurking into the shadows,<br />
planting fear in our innocent hearts; THE WAY<br />
ARGENTINES TRAVEL!<br />
The number one cause of deaths in<br />
Argentina is “car-related.” And it is no<br />
wonder why; some people have even shot<br />
each other over minor fender benders. Others<br />
prefer to take out their anger by hand signals<br />
and vocabulary, much to the amusement of<br />
the ex-pats who do not have any idea what<br />
they are saying. In the midst of this chaos<br />
there is one common factor, all the drivers are<br />
angry and impatient, and it shows!<br />
Any occasion in which we have to drive<br />
on the demigod infested roads of Argentina is<br />
hair-rising. Old imported jalopies zoom out of<br />
nowhere, as if they are demons escaping the<br />
fiery wraths of the deteriorated, unnoticed<br />
traffic lights. These traffic lights tell the<br />
drivers which way the streets go (not like it<br />
matters, considering the Argentines) but,<br />
don't show the way you may turn on the twoway<br />
streets. This results in more madman<br />
mayhem on their way to the next method of<br />
transportation. Every single one of the<br />
drivers think that the train will disappear<br />
unless they arrive at their destination, the<br />
train station within the next twenty seconds.<br />
Some of the drivers can't even wait for the<br />
trains to cross in front of them. Instead of<br />
stopping, they drive around the ineffective<br />
barriers (special to Buenos Aires) to have a<br />
little visit with their guaranteed death. Some<br />
are even crushed and end up being the main<br />
ingredient of impatient driver pie.<br />
Once the drivers crash into the train<br />
station they hold on for a wild ride on the<br />
train. That is, if they survived the roads.<br />
After arriving into the city, the endangered<br />
commuters walk to their workplace, thereby<br />
avoiding the ubiquitous, psychotic cars and<br />
buses accelerating through the fiendish<br />
frenzy.<br />
Other travelers prefer to take a taxi or<br />
remis. A remis is mostly a private taxi on call.<br />
Thoughthey are fancier than cabs (thank god.)<br />
If anyone isn't wealthy enough to have a car or<br />
are to lazy to drive, they call a remis. You<br />
might think that the remises drive more slowly<br />
or more carefully, but you'd be wrong! The<br />
remis drivers race upon the skid covered<br />
streets thinking that their paycheck is the bare<br />
minimum of a two-minute ride. Therefore<br />
endangering themselves, their clients and the<br />
pedestrians, hitting three birds with one stone,<br />
literally. The taxis are exactly the same only<br />
cheaper.<br />
Other mental cases, the ones who have<br />
escaped the asylum, prefer motorcycles. They<br />
don't wear helmets, use their turn signals, and<br />
most of the time have a woman parked on the<br />
back. There is only one good thing about the<br />
motorcycles; they can't take up two lanes!<br />
Some may worry for the cyclists but I figure<br />
nothing more can mess them up. I personally<br />
agree with ol' Charles Darwin, which by the way<br />
is a name of a street in Argentina, how ironic.<br />
Another option that the commuters face<br />
is the subway, tube, underground, metro or<br />
subte, whatever you call it. Once descending<br />
30 meters underground just to make sure you<br />
are safe from the careening death certificates<br />
above, the subway tunnels pop into sight. A<br />
mind-splitting screech of metal on metal erupts<br />
through the plaza; the subte has arrived. While<br />
avoiding the 3-inch abyss (or 7-centimeters for<br />
the commuters) between a broken subway and<br />
the station, you notice the unnerving glances of<br />
everyone else who has forgotten their daily cup<br />
of coffee.<br />
The last method of suicide you may take<br />
is the bus. Some people may think “what is<br />
wrong with a bus.” On these buses you'd wish<br />
you had a seatbelt! Believe me, by Argentine<br />
standards everything can go wrong.<br />
The people who really need anger<br />
management or what they seem to want, is a<br />
bigger paycheck, are the workers of Aerolineas<br />
Argentinas. For my only three trips in<br />
Argentina something catastrophic has<br />
happened. If the workers want to sleep in all<br />
they do is call their boss and tell them that<br />
they've found a bomb; if they need to go to<br />
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“Getting Around Buenos Aires “<br />
Continued<br />
they bathroom, they call their boss, to say<br />
they are now on strike; anything and they will<br />
can find a way out of doing it. I mean hey<br />
who doesn't want to leave their customers<br />
stranded 600 miles from home and not refund<br />
their money? And right when you think that<br />
you may have had a successful trip you<br />
realize…YOUR LUGGAGE IS MISSING. Meaning<br />
that they have now lied, cheated and stolen.<br />
No matter how you travel here in<br />
Argentina there is one thing that keeps you<br />
sane, your destination. The city of Buenos<br />
Aires and the rest of Argentina is a marvelous<br />
country with great citizens (of course, this is<br />
debatable once they are behind the wheel)<br />
and wonderful places to visit. You may get<br />
frustrated traveling in Buenos Aires, but<br />
remember it is worth it!<br />
“Shadows“<br />
Austin Hays<br />
The rough trail stretched under my feet<br />
through the heart of the forest. My clothes<br />
were ragged and damp and my head was hung<br />
low, away from the strained sunlight. The<br />
stream in the middle of the grim valley ahead<br />
trickled, echoing through the thick foliage.<br />
Each of the mist engulfed trees loomed into<br />
sight as quickly as they dissolved back into the<br />
sullen forest. The faint drizzle seeped, the<br />
hanging mist gripping my hunched shoulders.<br />
The weight of the forest crippled my steps as I<br />
walked on into the gloom.<br />
Shadows sprawled through on edge of<br />
the path, grasping for me. Shrieks of the<br />
ravens rang through the mucky path.<br />
Silhouettes of the sinister timbers were ebbed<br />
into the sunset. Branches reached for me as I<br />
ran past. Steps splattered into the darkness.<br />
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Novel Excerpts<br />
Fire Witch Witch<br />
Florencia Fustinoni<br />
When her mother left, Samantha was so<br />
pleased with her own handiwork that she<br />
flopped deep down into her cushions to sleep<br />
into the night. Her dreams, though usually<br />
pleasant, were far from comforting.<br />
A vivid red light. Then a land made of<br />
volcanic ash and fires spluttering from the<br />
ground came into view. There, a man<br />
surrounded by black fire with gray hair was<br />
standing on a cliff. Beneath him there was an<br />
army of what seemed to be, fire creatures?<br />
Yes, made of fire and ash these creatures<br />
were floating a few feet away from the<br />
ground. On the other side there stood a<br />
beautiful woman. She had brownish-reddish<br />
hair. She was, if possible, standing on a huge<br />
wave. Beside her, there was a golden cat<br />
with sapphire eyes. Standing up to see the<br />
plain better, the curious girl noticed fabric<br />
touching her. She looked down at herself, and<br />
there it was again, that strange outfit that<br />
looked like it came out of a fictional movie.<br />
Suddenly, she felt a wave of hot air<br />
hit her. Then another. Looking in front of her<br />
she saw a face with a big open mouth, as if<br />
it wanted to eat her. Terrified, the girl<br />
turned and dashed through the black and<br />
red land that formed this unearthly place.<br />
The face, though, mirrored her every move.<br />
Never missing one of the stones she might<br />
have skipped, or jumping in an easier place.<br />
Samantha wasn't quite sure how it managed<br />
to follow her, she hadn't seen any legs.<br />
Finally, she was cornered against a curved<br />
black rock. It was strangely damp, and yet,<br />
made of the ashes of a volcano, it was warm.<br />
She felt the hot air behind her and turned,<br />
then started backing up until she felt the<br />
damp, lava hot dark stone. When she felt the<br />
stone, she stopped backing up and started to<br />
crouch. The face opened it's mouth,<br />
revealing it's red snakelike tongue which was<br />
dancing inside. She could also see fire inside<br />
that blackness, how, she wasn't sure.<br />
She kept crouching low, she didn't<br />
want to be this face's food. She was too<br />
young to die, and in such a strange way to die<br />
at that. Seriously, how many people had<br />
been eaten by a giant face? But, something<br />
that she didn't quite understand was, why?<br />
Why did this face want to eat her? Why when<br />
she was just a normal thirteen year old girl? It<br />
just didn't make sense. The face was now<br />
close, it's burning fires brought the crouching<br />
girl back to reality.<br />
Just before it had a taste of her flesh,<br />
Samantha woke up with a start and jumped<br />
from her bed. From her face, water dropped.<br />
Sweat. She looked around, she apparently had<br />
had a fight with her bed sheets, which were<br />
now a messy tangle. Not daring to go back to<br />
sleep she got a book and started reading till<br />
dawn came, that's how her parents found her<br />
when they woke up. Never though, did she tell<br />
anyone about the dream, and she didn't realize,<br />
what help it could have been.<br />
Chapter 4:<br />
Two weeks later, Samantha is still not<br />
saying much, although something was still<br />
bothering her. Her friends seemed to have<br />
forgotten the incident at the fast food<br />
restaurant and things seemed normal. One<br />
afternoon during the boredom of Social Studies<br />
though, when they were reading The Iliad, by<br />
Homer to create a play, something drew<br />
Samantha's attention.<br />
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Novel Excerpts<br />
Hoop Dreams<br />
Paul Scott<br />
Whether you look right or left all you'll see<br />
are the same kids doing the same thing,<br />
sitting and scratching their head wondering<br />
what to do. No one ever could set up a<br />
basketball match, or organize a baseball<br />
game, because there was nothing to play on.<br />
The city Josh lived in was definitely a<br />
candidate for worst city in the world. His<br />
school was nothing different; his grades<br />
weren't showing his academic talent because<br />
he figured it didn't matter. He was going to go<br />
to the same college as everyone else, whether<br />
he was an A student or a C student.<br />
The only thing that kept Josh alive was<br />
basketball. Even though the only way he could<br />
play was alone in his back yard. His dad was<br />
always at work, and his brother, and sister<br />
thought he was crazy when he talked about<br />
taking over the NBA.<br />
In Josh's school he had a couple friends,<br />
but they weren't the kind of friends you want<br />
to hang around much. His teachers were the<br />
kind of teachers that never listened to the<br />
students, and thought they were always right.<br />
No one ever paid attention in class, so even if<br />
you tried to focus, you'd be too distracted. t<br />
This was Josh's last year of high school<br />
and he hated it. He never would have guessed<br />
the outcome it would have on him.<br />
It started during the end of summer<br />
vacation. Rumor had it that that year the<br />
school was going to have a basketball team.<br />
“Man this sucks,” I groaned to myself while I<br />
turned off the TV. “I hate this place, there's<br />
never anything to do.” (Usually I am alone so I<br />
have gotten into the habit of talking to<br />
myself). I walked outside to the backyard, the<br />
only place to escape Kentucky and be<br />
wherever I want to be. I can do this because I<br />
have the two most important things in my life<br />
there. A basketball hoop and a ball. I practice<br />
every day during my free time. Basketball has<br />
been the only sport I loved since I can<br />
remember. But the only thing I can't do well<br />
was play with a team. Not because I am a ball<br />
hog or anything, I just never got to play with<br />
anyone else. The only way I can learn about<br />
team play is through the tapes I saved up for. I<br />
know that sounds pathetic, but it's true.<br />
I was outside shooting hoops for a while<br />
when dad came in and said someone wanted to<br />
talk to me on the phone. I ran in and grabbed<br />
the phone. “Hello?”<br />
“Hey Josh it's me Frank, I just called to<br />
tell you that my dad and the principal decided<br />
on having a basketball team this year.” Frank<br />
was the P.E. teacher's son.<br />
“Why did they decide that,” I asked.<br />
“I was wondering that myself. The<br />
principle doesn't have any interest in real<br />
sports at all. I think their trying to find a way<br />
to get on TV or something.”<br />
“This is going to be great, when will it<br />
start?”<br />
“Second week of school.”<br />
“I can't wait. Anything else?”<br />
“No.”<br />
“Are you going to go?”<br />
“Yeah of course.”<br />
“Is that it?” I asked hoping to end the<br />
conversation.<br />
“Yeah, see ya.”<br />
“Bye.”<br />
I hung up the phone and started back to<br />
the backyard.<br />
“Who was it?” asked dad.<br />
“Frank, he said there's gonna be a<br />
basketball team this year.”<br />
“You like basketball don't you?”<br />
“Yeah,” I replied wondering when he'd<br />
ever be able to spend some time with his<br />
family.<br />
“Well that should be fun then.”<br />
I went back to the backyard and started<br />
playing again until dinner was ready. By that<br />
time I am always starving, so I rushed in and<br />
devoured my hamburger, went to my bathroom,<br />
took a shower, brushed my teeth and went to<br />
sleep. That was how it was the rest of the<br />
summer.<br />
“Wake up, you have got to get ready for<br />
school,” I heard as I unwillingly woke up.<br />
“Ugh, another year of torture.”<br />
“Why do you always do that?” Mom<br />
whined.<br />
“What!?”<br />
“Talk about your school like it's a living<br />
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Hoop Hoop Dreams<br />
Continued<br />
nightmare.”<br />
“'Cause it is.”<br />
“Seriously, what's wrong with it?”<br />
“Well, for starters I don't have any good<br />
friends because everyone here is weird, and<br />
the teachers are always cranky. I think it is<br />
because they have no social life outside<br />
school. I can go on if you want.”<br />
Mom sighed and walked off. I got ready<br />
for school and waited for the bus. When it<br />
finally came I got on, walked to the back seat<br />
while the bus drove off.<br />
That day was like any other first day of<br />
school, teachers talk for most of the period,<br />
new kids, all that stuff. But the boredom<br />
changed when we got to P.E.<br />
The teacher was talking about what we<br />
were going to do during the year. The<br />
schedule was basically the same as last year,<br />
but when he started talking about basketball I<br />
was all ears. He was giving us details on the<br />
jerseys and days we would practice. He even<br />
gave us an idea on what schools we would<br />
play.<br />
The rest of the day rolled by as I<br />
daydreamed about playing in the NBA, and<br />
college games. That week came and went, but<br />
it seemed like this year things would change.<br />
Monday was the first day of basketball<br />
practice and after Coach Davis finished talking<br />
to us we played a five-on-five game to see<br />
where we were at. After the game Coach<br />
reread his tallies and announced everyone's<br />
statistics. I was highest in every category<br />
except assists and blocks. Coach Davis seemed<br />
disappointed that I hardly passed the ball, and<br />
I was under the impression he mistook me for<br />
someone who never passed at all.<br />
I waited until everyone left and went<br />
up to the coach. I told him that I knew I<br />
couldn't spread the ball around too good and<br />
asked him if he knew how he could help me.<br />
“When I was a kid I had the same<br />
problem, but then I heard of some drills that<br />
would help. Here's what I want you to do,<br />
when you get home pick a spot on a wall.<br />
Stand a pretty good distance from it and try<br />
to hit it with the ball as best you can. Once<br />
you've done that, do the same thing over<br />
again, but do bounce passes instead. One more<br />
thing, whenever you are bored and have<br />
nothing to do, try thinking up plays with four or<br />
more passes in them, that way you will be<br />
helping yourself and the team.”<br />
“Thank you sir, I'll do those drills as soon<br />
as I get home.”<br />
“You can just call me Coach.”<br />
“Ok, bye Coach.”<br />
“See ya.”<br />
I walked back home, and once I got<br />
there I went outside and started doing the drills<br />
until my mom yelled at me to come in.<br />
Afterwards I did my homework, ate and waited<br />
for the next day.<br />
The first game of the season was against<br />
Clemson and I was ready. I practiced in and out<br />
of school, plus got better at passing. I knew my<br />
dad wasn't going to come, and Mom had a book<br />
club meeting. I figured it would be better this<br />
way because if I screw up nobody in my family<br />
will know. The best thing was that the game<br />
was going to be held at our school, so we didn't<br />
have to ride in any crummy bus for hours.<br />
Once Clemson's team arrived I noticed<br />
how wimpy we must have looked. There teams'<br />
muscles were twice the size of ours and there<br />
jerseys were pretty tight around them while<br />
ours were baggy even when we tucked them in.<br />
Plus they were a lot taller than us; we would<br />
have to play hard to beat this team.<br />
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Novel Excerpts<br />
Lindsay Lyalot<br />
Nashira Sharani<br />
Mrs. Lyalot was taking a nap on the living<br />
room sofa after a long day of spring-cleaning.<br />
Lindsay saw this as an excellent<br />
opportunity to play a prank on her mom. She<br />
quietly sprinted to her room to get all the<br />
fake make-up that she had. When she came<br />
back, she bent over her mother's body, and<br />
started on her masterpiece.<br />
After a few minutes, she straightened<br />
up and said, “There, all done,” in a very<br />
satisfied voice.<br />
Lindsay tiptoed to the living room and<br />
plopped on the couch. She switched on the<br />
television and turned the volume up to the<br />
maximum and waited.<br />
Her mother woke up with a jump.<br />
“Ohmygod! What was that?” she uttered.<br />
“Oh, I'm so sorry, Mom. Someone left<br />
the volume up before I switched on the TV,”<br />
she replied simply. Lindsay glanced up at her<br />
mom and giggled.<br />
“What's so funny?” Mrs. Lyalot asked a<br />
little annoyed.<br />
“Nothing, nothing… I just remembered<br />
a joke that Randy told me, that's all.”<br />
“Uh huh…” She raised her eyebrow and<br />
walked to the staircase to her bedroom.<br />
Lindsay counted the seconds in her<br />
head. Seven… Six… Five… Four… Three… Two…<br />
“AHHHHH!” Mrs. Lyalot's shrill scream<br />
pierced the air. “Lindsay Ana Katrina Lyalot,<br />
get your smart mouth up here! Right now!”<br />
Her voice was thick with astonishment, which<br />
rarely happened. Lindsay giggled in spite of<br />
the trouble she was in and sighed as she<br />
walked up the stairs. She was good.<br />
Once there, her mother gave her the<br />
usual speech about how she was now eleven<br />
years old, and that she can't be doing these<br />
ridiculous tricks anymore. Lindsay hardly<br />
listened because she had heard it so many<br />
times.<br />
“…but, I'm going to let you off with a<br />
warning this time.“<br />
“Wait. You're not going to punish me for<br />
painting your face with your make-up as a<br />
clown?”<br />
Mrs. Lyalot winced at the precision of<br />
what she was letting her daughter get away<br />
with. “Yes, Lindsay, you're not getting grounded<br />
for that.”<br />
“Um… thanks?” she replied unsurely.<br />
Her mother nodded as Lindsay stood up<br />
to leave the room.<br />
Ha! She thinks she's the only one who<br />
can play practical jokes? Well, then she's badly<br />
mistaken, because she'll know what it really<br />
feels like to be tricked.<br />
..........................................................<br />
Three nights later, Lindsay woke up from<br />
loud barking. She tried to go back to sleep. Just<br />
as she put her head down on her pillow, she sat<br />
up in shock.<br />
“Oh God!” she gasped.<br />
She ran downstairs and ran out the back<br />
door. Out in the in the backyard, she was only<br />
in her pajamas and slippers. It was dark, and<br />
she hadn't thought of bringing a flashlight.<br />
Lindsay tripped over a small tree root that<br />
snaked above the ground. Groping around, she<br />
finally found the kennel that read "Sammy" in<br />
big red letters.<br />
"Sammy, boy?" she whispered. An<br />
unsettling breeze ruffled her hair, but he didn't<br />
answer, not even a whimper.<br />
"Sammy?" Lindsay was getting anxious<br />
and tried again, louder. Without any luck, she<br />
sprinted back into the house to find a<br />
flashlight. When she jogged back to the yard,<br />
she was breathing deeply.<br />
When she shone the light into the little<br />
kennel, she almost fell down with shock.<br />
Sammy was missing.<br />
"Mom!" Lindsay yelled as she ran up the<br />
stairs, flipping on all the light switches as she<br />
rushed down the halls. Getting impatient and<br />
panicky, she raised her voice, "MOM! Wake up!"<br />
Mrs. Lyalot immediately opened her eyes<br />
and practically ripped off her deep blue facial<br />
mask. "What is it, dear? What could possibly be<br />
wrong at this time of night?"<br />
"Sammy is missing!"<br />
"Oh, don't be silly, he's down in the<br />
yard," her mother replied, undisturbed.<br />
"No, he's not!" Lindsay was getting<br />
restless. Her dog was missing and her mother<br />
acted as if it didn't matter. "I just checked!" She<br />
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Lindsay Lylalot<br />
Conitnued<br />
started pacing around the room while biting<br />
her metallic blue fingernails.<br />
The little girl watched as her mother<br />
sat up, leaning on the wooden headrest. As if<br />
finally understanding something, Mrs. Lyalot<br />
nodded and said, "Oh, I get it." She kept<br />
nodding. "I get it. This is just another one of<br />
your not funny jokes, isn't it? Unh-unh-unh,"<br />
she said, shaking her finger at Lindsay. "Don't<br />
answer that. If this is what you think is 'a cry<br />
for attention'," she kept going, making air<br />
quotations, "you tried it on the wrong person,<br />
Missy, because I have had enough of this.<br />
Enough! You hear me?" Without waiting for an<br />
answer, she explained herself. "I am tired of<br />
listening to your made-up stories that you<br />
think don't hurt anyone, but indeed do. So you<br />
better go back to your room. I don't wanna<br />
hear a peep out of you until it's light out, got<br />
it?"<br />
"You don't believe me?" Lindsay asked,<br />
genuinely astonished.<br />
"Of course... not."<br />
"But,” she tried to protest that this<br />
time it wasn't a lie, but was shushed by her<br />
mother.<br />
"No but's, just go," she replied and<br />
pointed to the door.<br />
"I'm not lying!" she said loudly, and with<br />
that, she stomped out of the room and<br />
slammed the door harder than she had<br />
intended to.<br />
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First Draft<br />
Alekasandar Mihok<br />
Chapter Two<br />
The morning light sang through the windows<br />
as my eyes creaked open. I hopped to my<br />
feet. Slowly I tiptoed over to my father's bed.<br />
Still asleep, he looked peaceful, in a look I<br />
had never seen him before.<br />
“Would you like some breakfast?” I<br />
asked in a caring voice.<br />
His eyes widened and a smile swept<br />
across his face.<br />
“Yes please,” he said exhaustedly<br />
Closing the door ever so softly I walked<br />
into the kitchen. Some bread and butter were<br />
still left out on the hardwood counter, and<br />
with that I, made the only thing I could, a<br />
sandwich. My knife dipped into the yellowish<br />
cream and spread it over the stale wry bread.<br />
I placed the “sandwich” if that's what you<br />
would call it, onto a small China plate and<br />
started carrying it to my father's room. As I<br />
strolled in with the sandwich in hand, I heard<br />
a loud crash of something on the floor. The<br />
plate slipped off my trembling fingers and<br />
broke into pieces when it hit the hardwood<br />
floor. I ran into the room and fell into shock.<br />
The room froze. Not a movement, not a<br />
sound. As the tears fell down my eyes, I shook<br />
him, but nothing. It all lay still.<br />
“Nooo! Why? Whhhhyyyyy?!?! You were<br />
the only one I had left!” the words splattered<br />
out of my mouth like stray ink on white<br />
parchment. They bounced off the ceiling and<br />
throughout the whole house. An echo filled<br />
the place that now wasn't.<br />
Tears still dropping out of my eyes, I<br />
got up and sprinted to Doc´s.<br />
“Why the long face me boy?” he<br />
wondered, but like a light bulb suddenly going<br />
on, he realized what was wrong.<br />
“How long has he been out? Have you<br />
done anything? Well have you?!?!” he<br />
screamed, but realizing that the tears were<br />
pouring down my blushed face.<br />
“Yes,” even with the tiny syllable I<br />
managed to get out, salty tears splashed into<br />
my mouth.<br />
“Let's go…we must take him to the<br />
undertaker,” he muttered yet again with a cold<br />
smile.<br />
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Hit man<br />
Ro Tapia<br />
Chapter 2:<br />
I woke up slowly and lazily, wishing I wouldn't<br />
have to do the job I was to be paid to do.<br />
With the sunlight filtering through the blinds<br />
of my dank apartment, I trained, practiced,<br />
and rested until the entire day had wasted<br />
away. I had even researched my target. And<br />
then, I set off, at eleven at night.<br />
My target was Dr. Van Faulkner, the<br />
leading scientist of a serious black market<br />
weapons trade facility. I was to infiltrate,<br />
purge, and exit, all without tripping an alarm.<br />
I could also get a bonus if I brought back some<br />
data or schematics. I would get the<br />
schematics all right, I'm the best. But I might<br />
have a quick glance at it first though, but that<br />
won't hurt him, now will it? Especially if he<br />
doesn't find out, right?<br />
Chapter 2:<br />
The night's air was piercing. The<br />
shadows were complete. Just how I like them.<br />
As I crept into the warehouse, I thought about<br />
my mysterious employer. What was he playing<br />
at? But again I reminded myself that my only<br />
concern should be which gun to use.<br />
So on I crept. I decided that I should<br />
strike from the roof. On the roof waiting was<br />
a cheap guard. I've dealt with this type of<br />
guard before, and I can tell you, they are the<br />
shadiest and cheapest guard you can hire.<br />
I decided to find the scientist on my<br />
own rather than to risk “interrogating” the<br />
guard. So the guard went to bed, with a nice<br />
pat on the back.<br />
That was easy; I almost expected the<br />
jobs to increase in difficulty, as they had<br />
seemed to in the beginning.<br />
There just happened to be a window on<br />
that exact part of the roof, pretty lucky. Not<br />
chancing to be seen, I slipped a home-made<br />
wireless sound pad on to the window. It's<br />
about the size of a quarter, but embedded<br />
within it is a wireless signal and an amplified<br />
sound receiver. So what if I have a little too<br />
much time on my hands in between jobs, a<br />
new toy can never hurt… me.<br />
The headphones are the only device able<br />
to read the signal, encryption is way out of<br />
style, now I'm into double encryption.<br />
“You think he's here yet?” said a man as<br />
the headphones crackled to life.<br />
There was a chilling silence between the<br />
two men. Then, bearing it no longer, the first<br />
said, “I can't believe I took this job, you know<br />
we don't have much of a chance, us being<br />
simple lackeys and all. Do you really think the<br />
plan will work? What I mean is that we have all<br />
the top weapons, but we don't have skill. We<br />
are dead and you know it.”<br />
There was a disturbingly noisy silence,<br />
then the second whispered sharply, “You had<br />
better start trusting your betters, because<br />
there's usually a reason why they are<br />
considered your betters, and it's usually<br />
because they are more skilled than you. So<br />
have faith in them.”<br />
The first man, not expecting such a<br />
harsh reply, barely managed to spit out “you<br />
are right, I wasn't thinking.”<br />
Just who were they, who were they<br />
waiting for, and who were these betters? I<br />
doubted that it would change things much. But<br />
you can never help just wondering.<br />
I crept on towards the labs. With no<br />
more convenient windows to spy through, I<br />
would have to enter. Unseen and unheard.<br />
Chapter 3:<br />
I decided that entering through the solid<br />
roof was too noisy, so I rappelled down from<br />
the roof, and onto the snowy ground. The<br />
heavy snow soundproofed my steps toward the<br />
window. Before entering, I checked for guards,<br />
but there were none to speak of.<br />
The glass wasn't much of a problem with my<br />
glass cutter. Before I entered, I pulled out a<br />
silencer and attached it to my 45, and shot out<br />
a camera. And in I went. I crept along the<br />
corridor, and then at the door labeled<br />
“Laboratory” I stopped. Wondering about the<br />
security, I checked for any concealed cameras<br />
besides the earlier one. But what I did find was<br />
password input keyboard. Out of my bag, I<br />
produced a mini-laptop and a cable. I hooked<br />
the cable up to my laptop and to the keyboard.<br />
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Hit man<br />
Continued<br />
I typed on my laptop, “hacker.exe” the screen<br />
went black for a moment, then whirred while<br />
showing numbers flittering past, until it came<br />
down to four numbers: 2794.<br />
I typed them into the password<br />
mechanism, the door slid open. Hidden behind<br />
the wall while the door opened, I shoved my<br />
tools back into my bag, and once more pulled<br />
my 45. I heard someone start, then regain<br />
themselves. They started to walk slowly and<br />
cautiously towards the door, their footsteps<br />
amplified by the silence. As soon as they<br />
started to come near, I realized that it must<br />
be a scientist, and I wasn't in much danger. I<br />
deduced this from the footsteps; I grinned to<br />
myself, he had given himself away: he was too<br />
hesitant and nervous. They didn't seem to be<br />
very heavy, and were unused to surprises.<br />
Here he comes.<br />
When he came through the door, he had<br />
two pistols, aimed to his left and right. Before<br />
the bullets flew, I uttered a single, yet<br />
effective phrase, “How…”, and then I started<br />
firing. But he had the advantage of surprise,<br />
and hit me in the stomach, five times, with<br />
his SMG (sub-machine gun). In a state of<br />
complete chaos, the two shots I had fired, hit<br />
their mark: his face. He then fell to the floor.<br />
I set down my pistol, then clutched franticly<br />
for my first aid kit. I bandaged myself, stowed<br />
my kit and pistol in my bag, and pulled out my<br />
final resort, a 12-gauge shotgun, strapped it<br />
to my back, and gripped two MAC 10's in my<br />
right and left hands.<br />
I didn’t feel too much pain from the<br />
bullets, for they had never entered my body<br />
due to my bullet-proof vest. I moved onward.<br />
I didn't quite know what had happened at the<br />
time, but I suspected that I had been<br />
betrayed, for there had been no way of<br />
knowing that I had entered, unless someone<br />
who knew it before it took place had warned<br />
them. I hadn't doubted this at all, for as a hit<br />
man, I had gained more than one enemy.<br />
But there just seemed to be something<br />
unnerving about it. I, nonetheless, decided to<br />
get the data/schematics, and then get out of<br />
there. As you should know, bullets can<br />
unnerve even the bravest of souls.<br />
Chapter 4:<br />
Ken… Ken… this is the name of my<br />
shadow self, covered in mystery, crime, and<br />
death. This is not the name of the simpleminded<br />
idealist that I once was. The name I<br />
was given at birth is a name overwritten by<br />
pain, sorrow and revenge.<br />
I shall not reveal to you the name of<br />
which I used to live by, before I became the<br />
merciless murderer for hire. Not yet.<br />
For now you must only know me as, Ken,<br />
the hit man.<br />
Chapter 5:<br />
I walked into the laboratory, holding my<br />
guns high. I saw nothing living, and set one of<br />
my guns down on a table. With a newly freed<br />
hand, I quickly skimmed through some papers<br />
on the tables. The most interesting paper I<br />
found was an old newspaper article; oddly<br />
enough it was on this very warehouse. It read:<br />
… Once a drug and weapons trade facility, no<br />
more. This building is currently owned by the<br />
police, and will be, until further events…<br />
Another, dating a few months later, read:<br />
… Nothing having happened, the government<br />
has decided to donate this building to the<br />
police force, it shall serve as a base…<br />
Everything was beginning to make sense.<br />
I had been sent on the previous missions so<br />
they could get an idea of my skills. And today<br />
was the day that they would catch me, or so<br />
they thought.<br />
The police had me set up. Now I would<br />
have to get them back, whether by merely<br />
surviving or by attacking, it wouldn't matter.<br />
I roughly searched the room for any sign<br />
at all of data schematics. I did find one item<br />
interesting enough for me to pocket: a laptop<br />
with the entire police database on it. Snatching<br />
my other MAC 10, I stepped into the hallway<br />
expecting gunfire. A summersault into the<br />
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Hit man<br />
Continued<br />
room, then a quick glance in each direction<br />
was enough for me. I continued on.<br />
Not bothering to soundproof my steps, I<br />
stormed down the corridor. They knew I was<br />
here anyway. I was ready for the worst.<br />
Chapter 6:<br />
I couldn't leave the way I entered,<br />
because the so-called scientist, most likely set<br />
off an alarm alerting the police before<br />
meeting me. That, or it was simply the neardeafening<br />
gunshots. So I had to go through the<br />
main hall if I wanted to get out.<br />
I pressed my ear to the door at the end<br />
of the corridor, I heard plenty of guards. Not a<br />
good sign. I had better rush them, giving<br />
myself the element of surprise.<br />
I kicked down the door, and dove in,<br />
spraying the whole room with my MAC 10's<br />
many and powerful rounds. Being surrounded<br />
as I was, I was doomed to take more than a<br />
few blows.<br />
By the time I had hit the floor, I noted<br />
that about 10 of them had joined me. Roughly<br />
5 were left, I had to make it. So I leapt onto<br />
my feet, and dropped my MAC 10's, now out of<br />
ammo for that clip, and removed my 12<br />
gauge, diving and dodging bullets the whole<br />
time. When it was finally out, I gave them<br />
something to remember, if they survived, that<br />
is. Slowly they all fell, and so did my now,<br />
out-of-ammo shotgun.<br />
What would I use now, my silenced 45?<br />
No, that would never work for heavy fire. So I<br />
gathered all of the stray guns leftover with<br />
ammo from the fire-fight. I kept those few<br />
types of guns I didn't have with me at the<br />
time, and the guns I already had, I kept two<br />
of each and the rest I emptied the ammo into<br />
multiple clips.<br />
When I had finally finished the task, I<br />
filled my bag to the brim with guns and<br />
started at my wounds. Roughly 4 out of 15<br />
bullets hit my flesh; the rest had hit my now<br />
near-tattered vest.<br />
Then once done, I checked each and<br />
every guard for a pulse, only one still had<br />
one, but he was an unstable variable in this<br />
equation, so I put him out.<br />
I had to use something else if I was to<br />
survive another room like that. So with about<br />
10 leftover rounds I poured out the gunpowder,<br />
and decided to blow them all the way back to<br />
oblivion.<br />
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Ding Dong the Witch is Dead<br />
Kina Sharani<br />
The streets were dark, the moon was bright,<br />
and every kid was in plain sight. Orange lights<br />
lit the path and toilet paper covered the<br />
roofs. It was that time of year again. The day<br />
most despised by parents and treasured by<br />
children. It was Halloween.<br />
Ding Dong. “Trick or treat” screamed<br />
the noisy children in unison with joy.<br />
“Here, I'm going to leave a bowl of<br />
candy on the porch, everybody only take one<br />
okay? It's called the honor system,” explained<br />
Sarah's mom, Judy, over the cheers of the<br />
kids.<br />
“Yeah, thanks lady, that always works!”<br />
said one of the older boys sarcastically.<br />
She closed the door and peeked through the<br />
window next to the door, just in time to<br />
watch the trick-or-treaters scamper away<br />
with five dollars worth of candy and Judy's<br />
favorite plastic bowl. Sighing she screamed<br />
for Sarah.<br />
Sarah was a twelve-year-old girl with<br />
dirty blonde hair. She had turquoise eyes and<br />
was pretty short with a petit figure. She had<br />
long eyelashes and thin feminine eyebrows.<br />
“Sarah, get down here! If you don't you won't<br />
have enough time to get to all the houses,”<br />
yelled Judy from the top of her lungs.<br />
Sarah dragged her feet, and she looked into<br />
her mothers gray eyes, “Mom! I look<br />
ridiculous!”<br />
“No don't say that, you look… cute,”<br />
replied her mother trying to stop herself from<br />
laughing.<br />
“Looking like a chicken isn't my idea of<br />
cute.”<br />
“Just go trick or treating.”<br />
Judy pushed Sarah in the direction of<br />
the door and she walked out. Just in time for<br />
Judy to start giggling. She kept on giggling all<br />
the way to the kitchen.<br />
As Sarah walked, she was the laughing<br />
stock, even on Halloween! She started to hide<br />
her face hoping no one would recognize her.<br />
When some boys from school started throwing<br />
toilet paper and eggs at her, she ran. She<br />
looked for a hiding place. That's when she saw<br />
it. An old abandoned house. She dashed<br />
inside.<br />
Once she was inside, she decided to<br />
roam around. On the walls were half burnt<br />
pictures, the walls were black and the floor<br />
was covered with a layer of dust. After about<br />
ten minutes, she found herself sliding a paper<br />
with her foot across the floor. It was a picture<br />
of a family with burnt sides. In the picture<br />
were a dad, a sister, a brother and a baby.<br />
Sarah noticed that one member of the family<br />
was crossed out and burnt. She figured that she<br />
must have done something horrible to them.<br />
That's when she heard the sound of footsteps;<br />
the sound broke the silence and Sarah<br />
thoughts. She turned around and screamed!!!<br />
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My Brother Brother and I<br />
Hannah Kielmanowicz<br />
At night, during dinner, the room remained<br />
silent. Taylor and Mother only stared down at<br />
their plates and ate.<br />
“So, where did you two go today?” I tried to<br />
start a conversation.<br />
“I took your brother to see the doctor,” my<br />
mother answered.<br />
Taylor shifted his gaze from the plate to<br />
Mother.<br />
“To the doctor? Why?” I questioned confused.<br />
“Sophie. Just shut up, OK?” my brother asked.<br />
“No. I want to know,” I pleaded.<br />
“Sophie. Let's leave this conversation for<br />
another time. Now eat your food,” Mother<br />
ordered.<br />
I wasn't going to give up just yet. Why could<br />
he have gone to the doctor? He wasn't sick.<br />
What other reason could there possibly be?<br />
So I repeated, “Why did you go to the<br />
doctor?”<br />
“Soophiiee,” Taylor stretched my name out.<br />
“Sophia. Your brother has a serious sickness.<br />
It's called Multiple Sclerosis. Right now he is<br />
fine, but we will have to take care of him. As<br />
he turns ten, then eleven, and gets older, he<br />
will develop serious symptoms. We don't know<br />
which ones yet, but we will just have to fight<br />
them as they come along,” Mother's eyes were<br />
watery and rimmed with red.<br />
In shock, I faced my brother. His face was<br />
buried into his hands.<br />
“When did this happen? How?” I couldn't<br />
believe this.<br />
“We don't know. Taylor has already started to<br />
feel weak so I wanted to check up on him.<br />
That's when the doctor told us that there was<br />
a possibility that he had this sickness.”<br />
“Where you even planning on telling me this?”<br />
I was stunned.<br />
“I'm sorry, hunny. You are right. I just couldn't<br />
find a way to explain it.”<br />
To my left, I started to hear Taylor weeping.<br />
Mother got up from her seat and placed her<br />
hand on his back, trying to console him. He<br />
pushed away, though, and trotted up to his<br />
room immediately.<br />
Mother began to collect the dishes and rinse<br />
them. I remained seated, thoughtfully.<br />
I had heard of Multiple Sclerosis at school.<br />
When we had been studying health and<br />
sicknesses, the teacher had mentioned it once,<br />
but had not taken time to explain much about<br />
it. Still, I wanted to learn more. So I decided<br />
to go ask Taylor. I was sure he had to know<br />
something.<br />
Upstairs, he was lying on his bed, face down,<br />
sobbing. I sat beside him, placed my hand on<br />
his back like Mother had done and reassured<br />
him,<br />
“Don't worry. Everything is going to be fine.”<br />
“What do you know? Just go away.”<br />
Why didn't he let me talk to him? I was<br />
astonished.<br />
“Ugh. Fine. Be that way.”<br />
I marched out of the room, angrily, bringing my<br />
covers along.<br />
I wasn't going to sleep in the same room as his<br />
tonight. When I had treated him well, he just<br />
ignored me!<br />
So I moved to the storage room for the night.<br />
That day, was one of many that left an impact<br />
on my life.<br />
Another, was just a few months back.<br />
November 21st, 2005. I will never forget.<br />
Nearly at the age of twelve, only four days to<br />
go, I sat at my desk working on my homework.<br />
Taylor was napping, as he did every day during<br />
the afternoon.<br />
As I concentrated on my math problems, I was<br />
interrupted by an alarming phone call.<br />
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Last Memories<br />
Hannah Kielmanowicz<br />
“Monica! I'm home!” I hollered to my mother<br />
as I slammed the wooden door behind me. My<br />
books and bag crashed onto the red entrance<br />
carpet as I dashed up the flights of stairs and<br />
collapsed onto my luxurious queen-size bed.<br />
“What a day!” I thought to myself. My<br />
eyes were drowsy from a long day of writing,<br />
listening, and no learning at all.<br />
“I hate school, I hate my life!” I<br />
repeated over and again.<br />
Snatching a pillow as pink as cotton candy, I<br />
pulled it over my eyes hoping I would never<br />
have to reveal light into my life again. My<br />
room door opened as my mother entered,<br />
interrupting my thoughts.<br />
“Here's your homework. Start it soon or<br />
you won't have time to finish it. I'm not<br />
sending one more note saying you were too<br />
busy.”<br />
I gloomily removed the pillow from my<br />
face and went to pick up my heavy books full<br />
of nonsense. I sat at my desk trying to fit my<br />
science textbook somewhere in between the<br />
mess and disorder. Opening it to page seventyfive,<br />
I started reading. None of the words or<br />
sentences made sense to my unfunctioning<br />
mind. Why did homework exist? Why did I<br />
need to learn the parts of an insect? It just<br />
simply didn't fulfill my life.<br />
I ripped out a paper from my notebook<br />
and in my neatest handwriting possible, I<br />
started it:<br />
September 21, 2009<br />
Mrs. Sakura:<br />
Today Jessica has had an<br />
extremely busy day of a doctor's appointment<br />
and 4 hours of homework. Please excuse her<br />
for not being able to complete today's<br />
homework assignment.<br />
Thanks a lot,<br />
Mrs. Monica Margi<br />
There we go! I proudly revised my work. It<br />
was finished!<br />
I joyfully strode downstairs as my famished<br />
body hunted that scrumptious scent that ran<br />
up the stairs from the kitchen.<br />
I entered, received my plate holding<br />
homemade waffles with dripping, sweet syrup,<br />
and jogged back to my room, for it was not<br />
forbidden to take food from the kitchen.<br />
Lying on my white, leather couch, I clicked the<br />
red ON button of my flat screen television and<br />
comfortably settled down.<br />
“Midget. Ya have a glue stick?” My<br />
brother burst into my bedroom wearing his<br />
baggy, brown pants and his white T-shirt<br />
decorated by his last meal, that I presumed was<br />
based on pasta and red sauce.<br />
Once I had located the glue, I tossed it<br />
to Matthew. I marched towards the entrance of<br />
my room and shut the door hoping it would stay<br />
that way for the rest of the afternoon.<br />
I slumped onto my chair and lightly smacked<br />
the mouse. Nothing interesting was showing on<br />
television so I was turning to my computer. I<br />
skimmed through the “online” list and opened<br />
a conversation window with Stephanie:<br />
Lil.pink.lady: Hey best friend! Wazzup?<br />
Cute.gal: Hey Jess! Sitting around<br />
watchin' TV. U?<br />
Lil.pink.lady: Pretty much the same<br />
thing. Guess what?<br />
Cute.gal: Shoot.<br />
Lil.pink.lady: Got away with doing<br />
homework!<br />
Cute.gal: Awesome! Another forgery?<br />
Lil.pink.lady: Yup! Totally works! And<br />
getting better at it!<br />
Cute.gal: Cool. But I can't do that. I'm<br />
going to go finish my math homework. Cya.<br />
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Boarding Girls<br />
Tamsin Gordon<br />
Chapter 1<br />
“You’re here,” announced the taxi<br />
driver turning in his seat to face Elizabeth.<br />
“Um,” she stuttered glancing timidly out the<br />
window, “how...how much?” she asked. She<br />
was gazing down at her soft, pink purse, a<br />
parting gift from her mother, containing the<br />
money she would need for the term. Oh how<br />
much I miss my family she thought bitterly.<br />
“Three pounds eighty-five,” replied the taxi<br />
driver interrupting her thoughts. She handed<br />
over the money and forced herself to climb<br />
out of the taxi, struggling with her assortment<br />
of different sized bags.<br />
Once out, she immediately froze. Gapping,<br />
Elizabeth looked up at the immense brick<br />
walls of her soon to be boarding school.<br />
Towering up above her it seemed like it would<br />
topple over and crush her little body. This<br />
wasn’ t anything like the friendly school her<br />
father had described. Her bottom lip trembled<br />
as she gazed at the rows and rows of dull<br />
windows. Quickly, she turned her head away<br />
in hope that the cab would still be there and<br />
she could flee back home where she wanted<br />
to be. However, as she secretly knew the cab<br />
was not there, she’d have to stay.<br />
She had to be brave; her parents loved her<br />
that’s why they were sending her here. They<br />
wanted her to have a good education, a<br />
better future than what they where able to<br />
acquire for themselves. Sighing deeply she<br />
started up the broad stairs to the massive,<br />
open, wooden doors being flooded by kids. I<br />
can do this, Elizabeth told herself, I have to.<br />
....... ......... ......... ........... ........ .....<br />
Alexa woke to loud coughing. She yawned and<br />
stretched out lazily. “Yeah?” she asked the<br />
source of the coughing.<br />
“You’re here, Baywalk Road, number two<br />
eight, six hundred right out there. That will<br />
be seven pounds,” replied the taxi driver<br />
clearly irritated and in a hurry.<br />
“Okay” she shrugged looking around for her<br />
wallet. Hmm that’s strange, she thought<br />
scratching her head, it was right here a minute<br />
ago. After lifting a bag of chips, a few bags<br />
and a sweater she still hadn’t found it. The<br />
driver tapped his foot impatiently. Alexa turned<br />
to him suddenly and glared straight into his<br />
eyes, “Ya know ya’ll could gime a hand instead<br />
of sulking like some lil baby” she told him in a<br />
strong American accent. Then she got back to<br />
work looking under the seat. The man looked<br />
utterly shocked and blinked a couple of times<br />
not quite sure what to do. He shuffled around<br />
in his seat for a while uneasily. “Found it” she<br />
announced glumly after a few more seconds to<br />
the relief of the taxi driver.<br />
She handed him some notes and opened the<br />
door, scrambled out and said, “Well thank YOU<br />
mister for making this such a pleasant ride”<br />
sarcastically before she closed the door. She<br />
walked a little ways away from the cab then<br />
turned around her pale cheeks slightly pink.<br />
She opened the door again and rolled her eyes<br />
at the now amused taxi driver. She picked up<br />
her suitcase and backpack that she’d forgotten<br />
and shut the door again less triumphantly than<br />
last time. The diver chuckled and drove away<br />
leaving her standing on the pavement. She<br />
shrugged off her little mishap as she did most<br />
things. Then headed up the stairs, past the<br />
green sign reading: Girls Boarding School of<br />
London and into the building without so much<br />
as looking around.<br />
....... ......... ......... ........... ........ ......<br />
“Oh! Querida we are so proud of you,” said<br />
Manuela’s mum rolling her R’s in her heavy<br />
Spanish accent. She extended her arms and<br />
gave her daughter a teary smile. Manuela<br />
hugged her mum stiffly; half of her wanted to<br />
cling to her mum and never let go. However,<br />
the stronger half was embarrassed that her<br />
mum was making such a big deal about this all<br />
right in front of her new school. What if other<br />
kids thought she was a little baby? How was she<br />
ever going to make friends if people said that?<br />
She tried to ignore this thought as she savoured<br />
the last minutes with her parents until half<br />
term. Her dad gave her a quick hug and a<br />
peck on the cheek, his moustache tickling her,<br />
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Boarding Girls<br />
Continued<br />
as if he knew what she had been thinking.<br />
“We will miss you.” he said affectionately.<br />
“Manu?” came a gentle voice as a tiny hand<br />
tugged her jeans “why you go?” asked her<br />
little brother his large brown eyes staring<br />
sadly into hers.<br />
“Oh, Pablito it isn’t for ever, I will see you in<br />
just a little while, don’t you worry!” she told<br />
him bending down to wrap him in a bear hug<br />
“take care of mama and papa okay?” she<br />
asked.<br />
“Yes!” Pablo answered importantly holding his<br />
mums hand.<br />
“Well bye!” said Manuela bravely “I will<br />
write.” She started slowly walking up the<br />
stairs weighed down by her luggage.<br />
“Are you sure you don’t want us to come in<br />
with you and help you settle in?” asked her<br />
mum hopefully.<br />
“No,” said Manuela smiling back at her family<br />
“I’ll be fine.” She then gave one last wave<br />
and slipped through the door.<br />
....... ......... ......... ........... ........ ......<br />
The limousine stopped outside the school, and<br />
a ripple of whispers flew through the crowd of<br />
kids waiting outside the boarding school. A tall<br />
man sporting a black suit appeared out of the<br />
passenger seat. He looked around suspiciously,<br />
“Ma’am,” he said opening the door and<br />
bowing slightly. Out came a slender girl of<br />
about fifteen. Hannah flipped her blond locks<br />
so that her perfectly made-up face was<br />
framed with curls.<br />
“It’s about time José,” she said in a smooth,<br />
but posh English accent. Without another<br />
word she left him to worry about her<br />
possessions. Like a model on a catwalk she<br />
strolled up the steps. Her Gucci bag was<br />
swung carelessly yet fashionably over her<br />
right shoulder; its black and pink colour<br />
matched flawlessly with her designer shirt and<br />
mini skirt. As she walked she seemed to know<br />
everyone was looking at her, yet she seemed<br />
to like it that way. One girl even ventured to<br />
talk to her.<br />
“Hey, I’m Emma what is your name?” she said<br />
smiling broadly, “you can be my new friend!”<br />
she added enthusiastically. Hannah barley even<br />
slowed down she just glanced in the girl’s<br />
direction and raised her eye brows as if to say,<br />
“yeah right”. Once at the top of the stairway<br />
she waited in the middle of the doorway<br />
tapping her foot, and examining her long<br />
polished nails. She was waiting for poor José,<br />
her personal butler, as he struggled with her<br />
excessive amount of Louie Vuitton duffle bags.<br />
Finally he arrived by her side and she gave him<br />
a what-took-you-so-long look and walked in the<br />
building. He sighed as if used to this kind of<br />
behaviour and followed her in.<br />
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Hyattsville<br />
Amory Brandon<br />
June 16, 2005<br />
…And they put the last of our bags<br />
into the giant case on the truck. We<br />
gave one last good bye to our house<br />
and then we got into our car and<br />
drove to Hyattsville. Our new home.<br />
We were never going to see our small<br />
brick house again. My parents did<br />
promise that our new house was a<br />
big Victorian, the biggest house and<br />
yard in the neighborhood. They also<br />
promised that it was completely safe<br />
and that they were lots of kids our<br />
age. But do I want lots of kids? Or<br />
would I rather live in a quieter town<br />
that wasn't so busy? Oh well, we'll<br />
find out soon enough.<br />
-Jenny<br />
Alexander Harrison put down journal and<br />
walked back into his bedroom. They had been<br />
living in the old yet enormous Victorian for<br />
only 6 days. Alex sat down on the carpet<br />
covering the wood floor. His bare room held<br />
only a mattress in a corner and a small light<br />
next to his pillow. Harry Potter was lying<br />
across his pillow with its spine pointing<br />
towards the sky. On the wall by his head was a<br />
blank calendar with only one date, July 7th,<br />
his birthday.<br />
“Oh, I can't wait until our stuff arrives.<br />
I miss my old room, why did we have to<br />
move?” Alex pondered.<br />
“Alex! Come down for breakfast. I<br />
made some scrambled eggs and bacon, one of<br />
your favorites.”<br />
The thirteen-year-old exited his room<br />
and turned left down the hall and looped back<br />
around towards the stairs. He jumped down<br />
the stairs and turned back towards the<br />
kitchen. Light was beginning to enter through<br />
the dining room and the family rooms on<br />
either side of him. The old holly sixty-foot<br />
holly tree swayed gently in the light breeze,<br />
its red berries glistening in the early light.<br />
“I'm here Mom,” he replied.<br />
“Good. I was waiting for you. Your father<br />
and Jenny decided to sleep in a bit today.<br />
Jenny didn't feel very good last night and she<br />
kept your father up for an hour. Here take some<br />
eggs,” she plopped a spoonful of eggs and two<br />
crispy pieces of bacon onto his plate, “So, do<br />
you like this house or do you miss our house?”<br />
Alex shrugged. “It's not all that different<br />
to me. Yet. I like this house a lot, its really big,<br />
it has a great playroom on the third floor and I<br />
have a big room of my own. But of course I miss<br />
the old house; I've lived there for the past<br />
thirteen years, my whole life! I just don't think<br />
I'm ready to move yet… it doesn't feel right…<br />
well, at least not yet.”<br />
“I understand. But you have to let go.<br />
The longer you try to keep it the more painful<br />
it will soon become. I moved once when I was<br />
your age. It was one of the hardest things I<br />
have ever done. I got over it just fine at the<br />
end, and so can you. You have to trust me on<br />
this one. It may feel hard but in the end you<br />
will understand how important it is to learn<br />
how to change and accept change. It will help<br />
you a lot when you are older and are going<br />
through some rough times.”<br />
“Ok Mom. I am going to go back upstairs.<br />
Is it ok if I go to the park later?”<br />
“Sure. But make sure you don't get in<br />
any trouble and take dad's cell with you. Come<br />
back down and I'll give you some money just in<br />
case. Remember; call me if anything happens.<br />
The house number is 301-927-5768. You're going<br />
to need to remember that, Alex. The number<br />
should already be programmed in the phone in<br />
case you forget.”<br />
“ I'll only go for about an hour. Just to<br />
kick the soccer ball around. I'll set up the goal<br />
when the stuff comes.”<br />
“Ok then. By the way, our address is<br />
4110 Gallatin Street. You're going to need to<br />
remember that too. In any case I want you<br />
home by seven for dinner. Do you hear me?”<br />
“Yes mom…”<br />
“Good, then I will see you later.”<br />
Alex climbed back into his bedroom and<br />
lay on the bed, looking up at the ceiling. Two<br />
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Hyattsville<br />
Continued<br />
muffled and padded feet echoed down the<br />
long hallway and entered Alex's square<br />
bedroom. A giant black dog leaned over and<br />
started licking Alex's face with its long red<br />
tongue.<br />
“Hey Seuss. How do you like it here?<br />
The yard is huge which you probably love.”<br />
Seuss lay down beside me and rested<br />
his black, afro-like head on the edge of my<br />
mattress. His black hair got knotted in my<br />
fingers as I rubbed his stomach for him.<br />
“Yup. Mom and Dad seem to love it<br />
here, so I think that we are gonna be here for<br />
awhile. Yeah, the yard is pretty cool,<br />
definitely the biggest I've been in. We can do<br />
whatever we want in there with friends.<br />
Soccer, basketball, football, anything. This is<br />
definitely a cooler house. I just hope the kids<br />
are nice.”<br />
Alex shrugged his shoulders and sat up.<br />
He changed into a clean pair of black shorts<br />
and pulled on a blue Nike shirt. He flung the<br />
wad of clothing into the heap in the corner,<br />
picked up his soccer ball, and walked<br />
downstairs. The large, wooden front door<br />
swung open to reveal bright light and a line of<br />
pine trees on a quiet street.<br />
“Thunk! Thunk! Thunk!”<br />
A consistent bounce of a basketball<br />
echoed from across the street and from a<br />
paved driveway off to the left. Alex walked<br />
across the street to see a pretty girl about his<br />
age shooting free throws with a red Maryland<br />
Terrapins ball.<br />
“Hey, are you the new kid who lives in the tan<br />
house across the street?”<br />
“Yeah. My name's Alex.”<br />
“Meagan. But call me Meg for short. I live in<br />
the gray house, three houses down that way.”<br />
“Do you play basketball a lot?” Alex inquired.<br />
“Yeah. I'm captain of our HMB team.”<br />
“HMB?”<br />
“Yeah. It's the sports club that plays at<br />
Magruader Park. Hyattsville, Mount Rainer,<br />
Brentwood. Do you play?”<br />
“I did back at my old school. I'm pretty good,”<br />
he said casually.<br />
He decided to not tell her that in fact he was<br />
the captain of his ex-team which was ranked<br />
fourth in all of county. When he was twelve he<br />
was co-captain and his team fell short of the<br />
title when they lost to the number two team in<br />
the quarterfinals. The following year his team<br />
lost in the semifinals during an overtime loss to<br />
the number three team.<br />
“Well let's find out how good you really are.<br />
One-on-one. You start,” Meg said with a hint of<br />
a smile in her eye.<br />
Alex checked his surroundings. The court<br />
had a free throw line and a three point line laid<br />
out with tape and he assumed that the out of<br />
bounds mark was one side of a shed and the<br />
grass to his left was the other side.<br />
Meg passed the ball to Alex who<br />
immediately faked to his right, dropped low<br />
and cut left. He pushed off the ground leaning<br />
away from the basket. The ball leapt from his<br />
fingers, soared through the air, rattled off the<br />
back of rusty rim and dropped through the net.<br />
“Pretty good. My turn,” she said as she took the<br />
ball from him and started a slow dribble.<br />
Meg faked to the right then crossed the<br />
ball to her left hand. She spun back around to<br />
her right and put up a soft finger roll lay-up.<br />
“Nice. But now it's my turn,” Alex said<br />
with a slight wink and flash in his eye.<br />
Meg checked the ball to him and he put<br />
up a fast shot from just outside the three point<br />
arc. The ball dropped through the net with an<br />
unmistakable swish.<br />
“Three to one. I'm up,” Alex said with a<br />
smile.<br />
The 5'5 blonde threw up a shot of her<br />
own, which rebounded off the backboard and<br />
in. She then walked over and picked up the<br />
rolling ball from underneath the basket.<br />
“3-all. But let's quit. I'm tired and we're<br />
about even. Why don't you come to my house<br />
and grab a drink. I'll take you around and<br />
introduce you to people. What do you say?”<br />
Meg asked, brushing a bead of sweat off her<br />
forehead.<br />
“Why not,” Alex said casually.<br />
“Let's go back to my place and pick up a Coke<br />
or a Gatorade. My house is two houses down<br />
and across the street from yours. Reed lives<br />
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Hyattsville<br />
Continued<br />
across from you and Tommy lives on the next<br />
street. Chris lives a couple blocks down there.<br />
But you should also meet Jamie. He lives up<br />
the hill four blocks. Then, of the girls you<br />
should meet Christie, Allison, Caroline, Mia<br />
and Stephie. They all live around here. But<br />
enough talk, lets go.”<br />
The mid-day sun glistened through the trees<br />
as Meg and Alex walked down the sunny<br />
avenue. Meg pointed out her blue and gray<br />
house along just a ways down the empty<br />
street.<br />
“Wow. I've only been here a few days and I'm<br />
already met a gorgeous girl and I'm about to<br />
meet everyone else who lives around here,”<br />
Alex thought happily to himself.<br />
“Up here,” Meg said as she walked up a set of<br />
stone stairs and onto the gray porch, “I'll<br />
introduce you to my mom. My dad's at work.<br />
My family owns a restaurant and general store<br />
about three blocks down. On Route 1.”<br />
“Awesome. My parents both work on<br />
environmental issues. My dad is mainly with<br />
poverty and my mom works on topics like<br />
saving rainforests. They both travel a lot, so<br />
they usually aren't home for more then a<br />
month and a half at a time.”<br />
“That sucks,” Meg said.<br />
“Nah, it's not that bad. I've gotten used to it.”<br />
Meg opened the front door and led him into<br />
the TV room. Alex's Nike's sunk into the plush<br />
blue rug. Meg led him down a wooden hallway<br />
and into the kitchen.<br />
“What do you want to drink? We're out of<br />
Coke, but we have Gatorade and Fanta. We<br />
also have water, apple juice, orange juice and<br />
milk,” Meg said while she opened up the<br />
refrigerator.<br />
“Umm. What flavors of Gatorade do you<br />
have?”<br />
“Let's see. We have lemon-lime, the blue<br />
kind, and grape. Which one do you want?”<br />
“I'll take lemon-lime then. So… Is your room<br />
upstairs then?” Alex asked as he picked up the<br />
bottle.<br />
“Haha. Gatorade really is a “Thirst<br />
Quencher,” Alex thought to himself as the cool<br />
liquid slid down his throat.<br />
“Yeah. I'll show you. Come.”<br />
Meg led Alex up an oak staircase and turned<br />
left down a blue hallway. Meg opened up a<br />
white door and gestured for him to enter. Alex<br />
stepped onto a blue rug and looked around.<br />
The room had a bed in the far right corner, with<br />
a Blink 182 poster staring down on it, and there<br />
was a closet opposite to it. A large dresser was<br />
on his left with signed autographs, baseballs<br />
and photos. Just beyond the dresser was a Sony<br />
TV with a PlayStation 2 hooked up to it. A DVD<br />
player was sitting on top of the TV and the<br />
three Star Wars movies strewn across the<br />
ground lying open. A white rocking chair was in<br />
the left corner of the room and posters were<br />
plastered all over the blue walls.<br />
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Unknown Legend Legend<br />
Rebecca Rebecca Hewitt<br />
Chapter 3<br />
Life After<br />
In the morning, the sun sneaked<br />
through the overlapped tree tops. Mariane<br />
and Xena woke slowly, taking their time, until<br />
they heard distant hoof beats. They saw<br />
them, an army of avenging rivals. In front, a<br />
dark silhouette of fear, a black stallion, with<br />
burning red eyes, and who else to ride him<br />
but Salamand. Thunder and storms of storms<br />
of fuming horses approached in a malicious<br />
way. Mariane bounded over Xena's back and<br />
charged into a full-speed gallop. The soldiers<br />
were catching up, and quickly. We're not<br />
going to make it…Mariane thought, grinding<br />
her teeth in defeat, again.<br />
In next to no time, Xena grew a pair of<br />
heavenly wings which lifted them high in the<br />
bright sky, but the danger wasn't over yet.<br />
“You will never escape, Mariane!<br />
Remember your parents? You will suffer the<br />
same fate!” the wicked wizard bellowed.<br />
It was true. Mariane's parents had died<br />
on Salamand's hand. He had murdered them.<br />
“As much as I hate you for what you<br />
have done, your tricky words will only be an<br />
idiot's murmur to me.” She snapped back,<br />
glaring down at him.<br />
Salamand signaled the archers to commence<br />
the attack. Swiftly, Xena dodged them<br />
dexterously, some falling to the ground and<br />
some flying back at the archers. Salamand<br />
retreated, with the knowledge that only he<br />
could fight Mariane. He did not want to risk<br />
his worthless, but necessary men for the<br />
conquest of the magical world.<br />
After the useless battle, the duo flew<br />
far away, before descending slowly in a secure<br />
place. On the ground, they spotted a town.<br />
The town was in the middle of a very<br />
important ceremony, the washout. A washout<br />
ceremony is when women are forced to pass<br />
through holy tests to see if they are witches<br />
or not. Many die, a witch or not, during these<br />
tests. Mariane was a witch.<br />
Chapter 4<br />
Another Worry<br />
Many things were a danger to Mariane, but the<br />
washout ceremony was a tough bread to bite.<br />
Once you were noticed, you could either die by<br />
a punishment or during the test. Death was the<br />
last thing anyone wanted. The city was a wall<br />
city; it covered several miles, and was difficult<br />
to go around. The only way was through it.<br />
Xena nickered softly.<br />
“Well… Xena, there isn't much of a choice you<br />
know. We'll have to take the risk.”<br />
Xena snorted a tired grunt. She hated when<br />
there wasn't much to do. They walked into the<br />
city, the wall towered over them. Lowering her<br />
head, Xena wished she was never there. Two<br />
little children stomped right in front of her<br />
face, making her look up and stare at them in a<br />
perplexed way.<br />
“Pony ride!” the children shrieked.<br />
Yeah right! She thought. No annoying kid was<br />
going on her saddle! A passing stallion smirked<br />
at the scene. What a disgrace, they called her<br />
a pony! This was a horrible day.<br />
Finally, they found the main plaza. It was<br />
beside an ever-running river, in which they<br />
threw the women. When Xena saw this, she<br />
reflected that it was the most unnatural and<br />
barbaric act she had ever seen, even though<br />
she had never watched a human ritual before.<br />
“Don't worry Xena,” Mariane confirmed,<br />
“They will do nothing to you.”<br />
Xena gazed at her in disbelief. Of course<br />
they would do something to her! It could be by<br />
her looks or because she was with Mariane.<br />
Many people tried to kill her in several<br />
occasions! She was the main attraction in any<br />
place where there was a crowd. Mariane pulled<br />
on her chocolate colored cloak and went to the<br />
back of the multitude. They tip-toed as nearby<br />
to the plaza wall as possible, not wanting to be<br />
seen. But, to their up-most, unwanted wish, a<br />
person spun around… and saw them.<br />
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Unknown Legend<br />
Continued<br />
Chapter 5<br />
The Washout<br />
“There's a lady over here! Hey!” he<br />
shouted.<br />
“Run,” pronounced Mariane.<br />
Oh boy, Xena thought, and neighed in<br />
fright. Hurdling onto the saddle once more,<br />
Mariane thrust Xena into a rapid gallop. They<br />
ran and leaped over everything that was in<br />
their way. Then it was in front of them, the<br />
wall.<br />
“The only way would be through it…”<br />
Mariane whispered.<br />
No way am I jumping over that thing!<br />
What do you want? To kill me?! Xena gave her<br />
an irritated look.<br />
“No, I don't want to kill you. Calm<br />
down,” Mariane said.<br />
No I will not calm down. Not this time,<br />
you've gotten us into too much trouble with<br />
your ridiculous risks. Xena objected. This<br />
time, we'll follow MY rules for a change. She<br />
turned to the crowd, with Mariane still on,<br />
and rushed into it. Like natural instinct, the<br />
crowd turned on their heels and darted for<br />
their lives. Never had Xena been so pleased.<br />
They looked like a little school of sardines<br />
hastily swimming to save themselves.<br />
The colossal gate stood before them,<br />
half closed. She galloped right up it, and<br />
jumped to the other side, outside, where<br />
there was no danger. As soon as Xena touched<br />
the ground, she raced to the edge of the city,<br />
went around it. Finally they could rest.<br />
Told you my way was better! Xena<br />
looked down at the weary Mariane.<br />
“I have to admit, that was better than<br />
what I had planned.” she smiled.<br />
Xena showed a face of satisfaction, the girl<br />
giggled and gazed up at the horse she always<br />
knew. Mariane got up and walked side by side<br />
with her best friend, one she could never<br />
replace.<br />
Chapter 6<br />
The Trip Begins<br />
The wall city sank away into the horizon<br />
behind them, gradually eaten by the hills in<br />
front. The sunset was in their faces, the breeze<br />
was calm. Many times Mariane thought if she<br />
would have another moment of peace like this<br />
one. A blue line traced under the golden sun<br />
setting. A whinny of delight came from Xena.<br />
Water! Both thought. Running directly into it,<br />
the cool, fresh water surrounded them. They<br />
played and splashed without a care, only when<br />
the sun had dropped from the sky did they<br />
drink. The water was an unknown taste to them<br />
for they hadn't had anything to imbibe for a<br />
long time. Mariane filled many burlap bottles<br />
with water for the extensive trip into the<br />
Nairobian Desert. So they started out, believing<br />
that the trip would be easy, nothing to worry<br />
about, only their health. The danger was yet to<br />
come. A pair of devilish red eyes peered<br />
through the sands of time, with many others.<br />
These strange creatures would be their fate in<br />
this trip, and the last thing the duo will see for<br />
the rest of their lives. For this creature would<br />
be their doom. All was unknown…<br />
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School Terror<br />
Matthew Raporte<br />
It was the first day of school and the new redhead<br />
teacher bounced energetically around<br />
the room, ignoring the moans of her students.<br />
The second bell had long since rung,<br />
cheerfully singing out the beginning of class.<br />
The teacher seemed to be waiting anxiously<br />
for something else before starting the class.<br />
Uncaring, the students around her were<br />
chattering about their vacations.<br />
Suddenly the cheap wooden door flew<br />
open with a bang and two boys stepped in.<br />
One was short, with a mass of carrot-orange<br />
hair and one taller, with long dirty blonde<br />
hair, which hung limply above his unwashed<br />
neck.<br />
“Sorry-it's-that-we-overslept”the<br />
hurried excuse was out of the tall kids' mouth<br />
as soon as the door opened. The other one<br />
glanced at the teacher, then at the students,<br />
but then peered back at the teacher.<br />
'Mom! What are y…” He finished his sentence<br />
quietly, after some puzzled glances from his<br />
friends. “What are you doing here?” he<br />
whispered fiercely. The teacher gave him a<br />
crooked smile. She glided to the front of the<br />
class room. Under her near see-through<br />
electric green skirt her pudgy legs moved with<br />
incredible speed.<br />
Once she stood in the front of the students,<br />
and captured their attention. She cleared her<br />
throat, and then she started.<br />
“My name is Mrs. Onesome” She started<br />
confidently, gazing around to see if anyone<br />
refused to believe her name to be “Mrs.<br />
Onesome” No one did, but a couple of<br />
snickers echoed across the room. The two<br />
friends slumped in their seats gazing<br />
desperately at Mrs. Onesome, hoping that this<br />
was just a joke.<br />
“AAAAAARRRRRRGGGGHHHH” the<br />
redhead shouted… or at least that's what he<br />
had meant to do, instead he moaned and<br />
clutched his head. He kept this dramatic pose<br />
for thirty seconds or so, everyone noticed,<br />
that is except his mum. He raised his hand,<br />
waved it around a little and finally in his best<br />
“pity me, I'm a child” voice called.<br />
“Mooooooooooooom” He trailed off.<br />
When finally it was impossible to ignore him,<br />
she turned and walked over to his desk. In two<br />
huge steps she was across the room, looming up<br />
in front of him.<br />
"Yes, Mikey-Moooo?" she stretched out<br />
the “oo” of Mike's hated nickname.<br />
“Um… mum?” he tried his best shaky<br />
voice act. Hmmm not bad… “Can I go to the<br />
nurse, my head really hurts and I think I'm<br />
gonna vomit.”<br />
“It'll be okay baby…” she cooed, almost<br />
suffocating him in her purple sweater. Giving<br />
him a little push towards the door she<br />
whispered “Now hurry along, be back in ten<br />
minutes, you don't want to miss long division”<br />
"Ooooooooooookay" he walked out the<br />
door, leaving it open. Mrs. Onesome turned her<br />
back so Rick caught Mike winking at him.<br />
As soon as Mike was out he strode to the<br />
bathroom where he leaned back against the<br />
wall, (he amused himself by throwing wet<br />
paper towels at the walls,) and thought... It<br />
was his worst dream, even worse then that, it<br />
was like a sick April Fools joke... No, he just<br />
couldn't accept his mum being a teacher. He<br />
would have to do something about it. Hmmm<br />
maybe Rick would help him. Mike swung the<br />
creaky door open and walked in a zigzag back<br />
towards the classroom; he heard taunting<br />
laughter behind the door. As he walked in and<br />
fell into his chair he looked up towards his<br />
mum. She was looking very puzzled, talking to<br />
a boy with short spiky hair, who kept shaking<br />
his head. Mike remembered this kid, he was a<br />
troublemaker, him and his twin where always<br />
stumbling into trouble... his twin ... now where<br />
was he? Mike scanned the room, but to no<br />
avail, Bob's identical spiky hair couldn't be<br />
found. Giving up he focused on his mum and<br />
Bill.<br />
"So you're......... Bob?" she asked, clearly<br />
disapproving of the idea of having two twins in<br />
the same class.<br />
"No, you must have gotten it down<br />
wrong, I'm Billy"<br />
"And your brother, is he sick, that's such<br />
a shame...missing the first day of....poor<br />
thing”<br />
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"No, No, No" he cut her off. “Now... my<br />
name is Billy-Bob Smith, you have me down as<br />
two brothers, I'm one person..." He glanced<br />
back at his classmates; there was a murmur of<br />
agreement. Mike was fighting a losing battle<br />
not to snicker, so where several other people<br />
(including a gang of giggling girls.) Mrs.<br />
Onesome at once snapped to attention, she<br />
peered through her pink glasses, managing to<br />
look hilariously like an old owl. Mike and Rick<br />
joined the class-choir-groan, when Mrs.<br />
Onesome perked up all at once and happily<br />
continued writing long division problems on<br />
the board. At once the groan changed into<br />
giggles, as soon as the class found out that<br />
Bill, or rather Billy-Bob, had switched the<br />
board marker for a permanent sharpie of the<br />
same color. Mrs. Onesome, however did not<br />
notice… She was too busy unsticking the pages<br />
of her math textbook (was it possible some<br />
unknown ruffian had stuck them together with<br />
superglue?). As Mike yawned, he felt sure,<br />
that through the window, accompanied by the<br />
usual cheap plastic play-things he saw the<br />
grinning face of “poor, sick Bob”, disappearing<br />
behind a tree.<br />
The rest of the day passed in a daze for<br />
Mike all the practical jokes he knew (and<br />
some even he didn't) were tried out on his<br />
mom. Everyone was enjoying, yes, enjoying<br />
school. Kids walked around the hallways<br />
laughing gleefully at this new chance to try<br />
out their pranks. This new teacher was a real<br />
riot, wasn't she? Mike thought angrily. NO! He<br />
wanted to shout, it's not funny! He slurped his<br />
chocolate milk and tried to block out the<br />
sound laughter, a regular first-day-of-school<br />
food fight was raging. Food splattered<br />
everyone, and everything. Mashed potatoes<br />
were dripping off walls like ghostly gunk<br />
straight out of a pathetic horror movie.<br />
“Mike… Earth to Mike” Rick drummed the<br />
table to get his friends attention “I said…<br />
EARTH TO MIIIIIIIIKE! MIKE… ANSWER MIKE!”<br />
Rick cupped his hands together and bellowed<br />
into Mike's ear.<br />
“Whaaa?” Mike looked around dazed. If a five<br />
thousand year old caveman dressed in a<br />
rubber Spider Man suit had just jumped out of<br />
nowhere and danced “La Cucaracha” in front of<br />
him… he would be wearing the same look. The<br />
one that said “What the heck did I miss out on”<br />
in big red letters over his forehead.<br />
“Nothing… But dude, should we maybe<br />
like…” he paused for comic effect before<br />
continuing “…stop your mum”<br />
And that's how Mike and Rick started<br />
plotting.<br />
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Silent Scope<br />
Eric Eric Van Volkinburg<br />
CHAPTER 1<br />
February 2, 1942<br />
The Plane roared through the sky. Charlie<br />
White shuffled in line and flung himself out.<br />
His parachute expanded immediately and he<br />
fell slowly down to the ground.<br />
As he flew down to Earth he thought about<br />
his mom and the dreadful phone call the<br />
month before. During that conversation he<br />
told her that he had been drafted. She had<br />
been heartbroken; he found out that not only<br />
an hour before his younger brother, James,<br />
had told her the same news. The White<br />
brothers were going to World War Two.<br />
His dad had been killed in World War One the<br />
day he was born. One great life for another<br />
his mom always said. Though as often as she<br />
said that, she also told him to watch over his<br />
little brother.<br />
His legs then collided with the ground and<br />
he cut his Parachute off with his new Ka-Bar.<br />
He quickly stood up and raced over to the<br />
targets.<br />
He used his Thompson M1 to tatter the<br />
already shredded targets even more. When all<br />
five targets fell, he took the longer, more<br />
scenic walk through the forest instead of<br />
trudging through the busy heart of Fort<br />
Benson. After about 20 minutes he was in the<br />
empty Locker room striping himself of his<br />
gear. As he took off his last grenade, James<br />
strolled in, his Browning on his shoulder.<br />
“How you get done before me?” He<br />
questioned.<br />
James was one of the few men who were<br />
already assigned to the gun they would use in<br />
Europe. His happened to be the Browning .50inch,<br />
a very powerful heavy machine gun. He<br />
could hose down the targets extraordinarily<br />
fast.<br />
Charlie was hoping to be sniper. He had<br />
practiced on deer in the forest with his dad's<br />
old hunting rifle. It had a small scope on it<br />
and he could shoot a target two-hundred<br />
yards away ninety percent of the time. But if<br />
he became a sniper he would be assigned a<br />
Springfield rifle with an M84 scope, then he<br />
would be able to shoot a bird from fourhundred<br />
yards all the time.<br />
“Gun lists are up,” informed James<br />
distracting Charlie imagining about his dream<br />
gun.<br />
“Thanks see you later!” Charlie fired out the<br />
room.<br />
“Good Luck!” James called after him.<br />
CHAPTER 2<br />
February 2, 1942<br />
Charlie shoved his way through sweaty men<br />
fresh off training. The mix of cheers and cusses<br />
created a steady beat.<br />
When he arrived to the head of the crowd he<br />
scanned for his name carefully. Regular list, no<br />
name. Heavy machine-gun list, no name.<br />
He held his breath as he scanned the sniper<br />
list, only three names:<br />
Sniper<br />
Dean Blackwood<br />
Mack Dinger<br />
Charlie White<br />
Charlie raced to his three person cot in the<br />
barracks, which he shared with James and his<br />
best friend, Leon Campbell.<br />
When he reached the door of the small<br />
storage room they used as a cot, he burst in to<br />
tell them the great news, he heard them<br />
cracking up. When they noticed him they<br />
settled down and stared away.<br />
“Were you talking about me?”<br />
questioned Charlie.<br />
“Only the way your hair blows back in<br />
the breeze showing us your dreamy eyes,”<br />
joked Leon.<br />
“I'm older than you, so watch out!”<br />
threatened Charlie. “What weapon you get?”<br />
“Bazooka!”<br />
“So you both are going to England, eh?”<br />
“Fort T. James heavy weapons school.<br />
Rippom, Yorkshire,” Reported James, specifying<br />
the American and British base/Airfield.<br />
“Just talked to General Gamming, two<br />
snipers are also going there; Mack Dinger is<br />
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Continued<br />
going to Japan.” Charlie exclaimed.<br />
“You remember Brant Scarborough,<br />
British, long brown hair, blue eyes, male?”<br />
interrogated James.<br />
“That guy who kept hitting me with<br />
that screwed up baseball bat? I was about to<br />
strangle him, the little *******!” Charlie swore.<br />
“Yeah. By the way, that 'screwed up baseball<br />
bat' is a Cricket bat and we are gonna play a<br />
ton of Cricket in Britain!” snapped James<br />
back.<br />
“One small question, who cares about<br />
the fricken *******?”<br />
“He's a British pilot, joined the RAF when he<br />
moved back to 'wealthy' Britain during the<br />
'Depression'. He's going to Rippom with us!”<br />
“Dammit! Thought I'd never see him again!”<br />
As Charlie swore some more, Second<br />
Lieutenant Dane pulled the the door open.<br />
“Dinner at the Mess Hall, SIR!” reported<br />
Dane.<br />
“Save it for the General, Dan!” Charlie<br />
said as he tossed his dirty pair of socks at him.<br />
“I mean, you are only one ranking below me<br />
and one higher then these maggots.”<br />
“Sir, yes, Sir!”<br />
“SHUT UP!” screamed Charlie.<br />
“Dan Dane, what were your parents<br />
thinking when they named you that. I<br />
wonder?” Leon broke them up sarcastically.<br />
“That's Second Lieutenant Dan Dane to<br />
you MAGGOT!”<br />
“Shut up all of you and let's go to<br />
dinner!” interrupted James.<br />
“Is there something wrong James, do<br />
we need to talk about it?” joked Leon.<br />
“SHUT UP!”<br />
CHAPTER 3<br />
February 3, 1942<br />
“I stayed up all night on the john, damn<br />
beans and rice!” Leon whispered angrily at the<br />
crack of dawn.<br />
“Ha ha, loser! Good thing I had the<br />
Chicken,” laughed Charlie.<br />
“Turn off the dumb light, dammit!”<br />
moaned James.<br />
“WAKE UP!” burst in Major Dean<br />
Blackwood. “Get to the airfield by 10:00 A.M.<br />
sharp! We're going to England!”<br />
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Maybe it Wasn't Worth Worth It<br />
Emily Williams<br />
“Thank you, Mr. H. I really appreciate you<br />
letting me write an article on your school and<br />
the students.”<br />
“No problem, Poeby. I really believe we<br />
should encourage independent writing. I'll<br />
have my secretary Mrs. Freez, show you<br />
around the school,” balding principal Harold<br />
told me.<br />
As I reentered the lobby to talk to the<br />
secretary, I stopped and watched the crystal<br />
petals of snow that bobbed down through the<br />
air. I remembered when I lived back in New<br />
York, sitting in front of a crackling fire with a<br />
mug of cocoa in hand and feeling the unheard<br />
presence of silent snow falling.<br />
“Poeby…Poeby,” the secretary repeated<br />
crisply until she found some papers that<br />
needed the signature of Mr. H.<br />
“Yes, Mrs.”, I searched for some official<br />
sign that would say her name, “Mrs. Freez.”<br />
The secretary was a stubby woman in her<br />
forties. Her once blond hair was shot with<br />
grey streaks.<br />
“Poeby, this is Annabel, she will show<br />
you around the school today.” I stuck my hand<br />
out to be polite, as my many guardians had<br />
taught me over the years, but this teenager<br />
just brushed it away looking distressed.<br />
As soon as we escaped earshot she<br />
muttered, “Look Poe, I don't wish to do this. I<br />
have my reputation to worry about. I don't<br />
even want to catch a glimpse of your shadow<br />
by tomorrow! If you grasp my meaning.”<br />
I knew this girl was the queen bee<br />
type, blond hair, fair skin and designer<br />
clothes; I jotted her down in my ever-present<br />
notebook. I visited classes, gym, field, pool<br />
and the patios. Unfortunately by the blue<br />
lockers in the gym we ran into some of<br />
Annabel's friends: Claire Bistre, Lolly Pop and<br />
Polka Dot.<br />
“Hi, Annabel! Who's the newbie,” one<br />
of the girls nearly yelled in her squeaky highpitched<br />
voice.<br />
“Oh…” she sighed as if she hadn't seen<br />
me, “this is another new student they want<br />
me to show around.” She did that rude hair<br />
twirl in my face, sunny locks flying.<br />
“I so know what you're going through. I<br />
left mine to talk with some teachers.” I would<br />
have to become used to blondes students with<br />
fake purple contacts, while their eyes roll<br />
round and round.<br />
“Well, I guess I'll be leaving you.” None<br />
of them seemed to notice me slip away to the<br />
field; so I turned and plopped myself onto some<br />
field bleachers and scribbled notes.<br />
When I completed absorbing views of the<br />
school’s emerald field, I returned to the office<br />
and picked up some papers from Mrs. Freez. As<br />
I sauntered home I found a grocery list in my<br />
deep pocket, Mrs. Parker, my current guardian,<br />
had handed it to me for shopping on the way<br />
home. I had walked around the city several<br />
times and now I knew it by heart. I thought my<br />
way around several topics on my way home.<br />
The grocery store was something that I looked<br />
at in awe. I had never seen or shopped at an A-<br />
Z Grocery in my life. It was white with a green<br />
stripe around the top. The sliding doors were<br />
old and weren't so automatic anymore, when<br />
you stood right in front of them you had to kick<br />
them open. As I entered the store a colossal<br />
heat wave nearly knocked me off my feet but I<br />
adjusted to the warmth and whipped out my<br />
list.<br />
The grocery bags had American flags on<br />
them reminding me that I had never seen a<br />
school with a state flag before, nor with<br />
sweeping stairs leading up into the buildings. I<br />
thought about how people would act, would I<br />
have friends? I knew I could live without them,<br />
I had in the past, but if I didn't have any, how<br />
could I write my article?<br />
Momma had sent me off to live with her<br />
friends the first time when I was six, but it<br />
wasn't just any friends she could send me to,<br />
only “special friends” that had left the country<br />
or state. This way if I moved out of the city I<br />
was born in I could acquire a “better<br />
perspective” of the world and life. However,<br />
this year I believe that Momma truly did not<br />
want me at home and she just happened to<br />
come across an acceptable reason for me to<br />
depart. I didn't really mind leaving much, my<br />
little sister Sandy used to put me on the edge<br />
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sometimes. At first I didn't think it was fair<br />
that Sandy stayed behind, but later I learned<br />
that it would be easier on her. She would<br />
probably experience adjusting problems if she<br />
didn't have parents or a sister. On the plus<br />
side I wouldn't have to deal with her antics.<br />
My walk home was calm. There was a<br />
light drizzle of rain. As I unlocked the<br />
chestnut door to the house, Dog, the Parker's<br />
dog with no name, flew into the air and tried<br />
to attack my six grocery bags.<br />
“Hi Poeby, how was the meeting?” Jane<br />
Parker inquired in the white kitchen. The tiled<br />
walls had vegetables painted all over them<br />
giving the room a comfortable affect. She was<br />
such a curious person with strawberry blond<br />
hair, brown eyes and light-brown freckles.<br />
“Ehh…it was fine, a snobby girl showed<br />
me around the school.”<br />
I sprinted to my bedroom and slept the<br />
dreary afternoon away. I'd always been a night<br />
person, listening to the television playing in<br />
far away rooms trying to see if I could figure<br />
out what channel was on. Around three am I<br />
woke up and picked out my clothes. I pulled<br />
my blue earrings out, and decided I wouldn't<br />
wear any even if they matched my gray-blue<br />
eyes. I packed my old faded black backpack<br />
covered with pins and decided to eat dinner.<br />
The downstairs was quiet and I found Dog in<br />
the kitchen; he stood up when I arrived. I<br />
flipped on the lamp and microwaved the<br />
dinner prepared the previous night. I fed Dog<br />
my leftovers and sulked back to bed.<br />
“Argg!” the traditional groan, my silver<br />
alarm clock beeped. I cleansed myself with an<br />
invigorating shower and dressed myself in<br />
“inappropriate winter clothing” as Momma<br />
called it. I tumbled down stairs; Carl Parker,<br />
and Jake, his son the same age as me, greeted<br />
me with the morning bleary-eyed look. We all<br />
had to wake up early in the morning, go to<br />
school or in Carl's case go to work. I caught<br />
my toast as it jumped out of the toaster,<br />
snatched my brown lunch bag and ran to the<br />
car before Carl and Jake left without me. I<br />
ate my toast in the backseat and tied my<br />
Adidas white shoes with black stripes in the<br />
automobile. I still hadn't tied my hair but no<br />
matter, I constantly carried a hat and smashed<br />
it down over my white hair.<br />
“Are ya' ready for school?” he asked Jake<br />
and me. Jake and his father had brown hair and<br />
brown eyes, glistening button noses and thin<br />
pink lips, resembling each other astonishingly.<br />
“Mmmm… No, I'll never be ready,” I<br />
mumbled.<br />
“Ain't that the truth, true for school,<br />
true for work,” he was clearly from the south.<br />
“I won't be picken' y'all up so here's some cash<br />
and the company drivers cell number, call him<br />
to take you home if you don't walk.”<br />
“Thanks,” and I seized the money and<br />
the card.<br />
We pulled up in front of the school and it<br />
finally sunk in, horrified, I knew this building<br />
would add to the list of schools that forever<br />
haunted me because I never had time to truly<br />
know the school or become part of it. Jake<br />
helped me out of the car and introduced me to<br />
his friends. Mostly he told me about the people<br />
I would see and unfortunately meet. We<br />
meandered to our homeroom; thank goodness<br />
we were in the same one. I did not want to be<br />
lonely all day. I handed in my “new student<br />
slip” and was introduced by the teacher, Mrs.<br />
Simpson. I half expected her to have blue hair<br />
but it was really brown with fake blond<br />
highlights. Much to my dismay there were not<br />
enough seats in the cream colored classroom<br />
and there was clearly an attitude issue going<br />
on. Jake pulled me over and asked me about<br />
my schedule. He told me about my teachers,<br />
some of them sounded like okay people, and<br />
others were not the type to linger by. We<br />
studied in eight different classes, not including<br />
homeroom, two electives and once a week the<br />
last period was study hall. Jake was in three of<br />
my classes and said he'd see me during break.<br />
I entered the science room alone,<br />
looking down, tugging my feet; my hair was<br />
swaying back and forth. The lab area was<br />
immense and I realized how small my old<br />
schools were, but then a guy and a girl who<br />
must have been pretty at one time, before she<br />
became gothic, told me where to sit and<br />
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helped me out. It turned out they were in a<br />
lot of my classes, too.<br />
“Are you in the drama club?” the girl<br />
asked me, her voice rustic.<br />
“Not that I know of. I'm Poeby”<br />
“I told you she wasn't John,” she<br />
shoved him slightly and turned back to me,<br />
“we'll, help you find you're classes. I'm<br />
Celeste and this is John.”<br />
“Thanks, that would be great since my<br />
friend Jake isn't here to help me.”<br />
“Jake?” they asked in unison as if they<br />
had a slight discomfort in talking about him.<br />
“Do you know him? Jake Parker, I'm<br />
staying with his family for the year or<br />
semester, I don't know how long really.”<br />
“Oh, that guy. Pass me your schedule,”<br />
John commented.<br />
I gave them my schedule and while<br />
they looked at it they knew how nuts I was. I<br />
flipped open my notebook and wrote a note<br />
that read: Gothic-John + Celeste, pleasant<br />
people (so far).<br />
“Art, that's crazy.” John declared.<br />
“Yeah, I know, my parents think I<br />
posses some talent or something, but the last<br />
time they saw my work was back in the fourth<br />
grade only 'cause I sent it to them.”<br />
Most of my classes went well, but I was<br />
scheduled for two detentions after school for<br />
not raising my hand and for passing notes,<br />
which were never passed because I had no one<br />
to pass them to. At lunch John pointed out the<br />
“popular group”.<br />
“Annabel, Claire, Lolly and Polka, they<br />
may act polite but they're not, just like in the<br />
movies only not as evil.”<br />
“Oh, I met them yesterday, Annabel<br />
showed me around, she was really rude,” I<br />
told them.<br />
“There you are!” Jake called out from<br />
a few tables down, “I've been searching for<br />
you all over. I see you've met some…” he<br />
searched for the word, “some people.”<br />
“Yeah, I did. Do you know Celeste and<br />
John?”<br />
“I know them, sort of”<br />
“Well, okay. Would you guys excuse me<br />
for a minute? Thanks,” I said to Celeste and<br />
John. “Great, Jake, go ahead and screw up the<br />
people I met that were actually kind to me,<br />
thanks!”<br />
“Sorry, it's just they're a little on the<br />
crazy side.”<br />
“Really? What makes them crazy?” I<br />
barked at him.<br />
“Well…”<br />
“Well, what?”<br />
“Okay, fine I don't know, they're just<br />
weird and I think it's a bad idea to hang out<br />
with them.”<br />
“Geez, man, does it matter who I hang<br />
with as long as I stay out of trouble?”<br />
“I guess not, but don't do anything, I<br />
repeat, anything stupid!”<br />
“Okay, okay, are we cool?”<br />
“Yeah,” Jake mumbled and we motioned<br />
the secret handshake he and his friends had<br />
taught me.<br />
I strode back over to Celeste and John<br />
“What was that about?” they asked me, “with<br />
all the arm waving and everything.”<br />
“Oh. That was Jake going crazy and<br />
trying to look out for my best interests.”<br />
“Really,” John threw Celeste a sidelong<br />
glance as if some message was running between<br />
their heads. Then he realized I still carried my<br />
notebook for my article, “what's that notebook<br />
for? You're always carrying it around.”<br />
“I, it's…uh,” I didn't know what to say,<br />
'I'm writing an article, you're in it and it may<br />
ruin your life if you find out about it” I decided<br />
against that one. “I use it to jot down things I<br />
see in people,” I was so thrilled they settled for<br />
that lie.<br />
My first week passed okay, except I was<br />
stuck in two more detentions. People with<br />
ghastly reputations with appalling grades were<br />
in the detentions with me. How can people<br />
work to have a passing grade without being a<br />
teacher's pet?<br />
***<br />
As the sun sunk one foggy afternoon<br />
reflecting on my white walls, an idea darted<br />
into my head. I rolled over on my quilt-covered<br />
bed to the laptop my parents had given me out<br />
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of something less than love, a way to have me<br />
stop bothering them with phone calls and emails.<br />
I typed away and before I knew it I was<br />
halfway through my article!<br />
“Jane, Jane. Jake, Jake. Carl, Carl!” I<br />
was about to spread the news but they all<br />
showed faces that flickered with<br />
disappointment. I searched the room for some<br />
explanation and then I saw it. Momma, Dad<br />
and Sandy, my little sister always there to<br />
annoy. I hadn't heard the doorbell ring and<br />
now I was deep trouble.<br />
“How could you let this happen!” My<br />
mother raged, “how, how?” Her face turned as<br />
red as her scarlet hair.<br />
Was I supposed to answer her? She<br />
ditched me with her friends when I was only<br />
six; I was simply a nuisance in her impeccable<br />
life.<br />
“Calm down Estelle,” my father<br />
pleaded, he had a look in his eye, a look that<br />
some how reflected what I thought of them.<br />
My dad had a sandy blond hair where as mine<br />
was white, both of us with our gray blue eyes,<br />
fair skin and pale freckles. We looked more<br />
alike than Carl and Jake did, proving the<br />
saying of 'like father, like son' wrong.<br />
“Maybe I should talk to Poeby.” He<br />
asked me to take him to my room where we<br />
could talk and there he interrogated me but<br />
in a calmer manner than my mother. “Poeby,<br />
have you seen your grades?” I shook my head,<br />
“well here's your chance, and he unrolled a<br />
piece of paper that I assumed was my report<br />
card. My unequaled grade was an A, which<br />
ironically was for art, and the lowest<br />
appeared to be a C+ in Science.<br />
“What's wrong with 'em?” I asked, “a C<br />
every now and then is healthy.”<br />
“Well, let's put it this way. Your mother<br />
doesn't like C's and when it comes to grades at<br />
least attempt to please her.”<br />
“That's all? That's why you flew here? I<br />
thought it was something more important.”<br />
“This is important … to your mother.”<br />
“So? Why should I care, she basically<br />
kicked me out of the house when I was just a<br />
little kid, hardly a problem back then!”<br />
“Well, what can I say, what do you want<br />
me to say? I can't really just give straight<br />
forward facts that you don't already know.”<br />
“Fine, I'll do better in school but do you<br />
guys really have to fly over here every time I<br />
get a C?”<br />
“No, but you know your mother, well<br />
maybe you don't but… oh well. Shall we go,” he<br />
pointed to the door and we strolled downstairs.<br />
“Well, I think this is all sorted out, Estelle I<br />
think we can zip back home now.”<br />
Sandy stood there not really caring about<br />
what was happening and ran over to hug me<br />
before they left.<br />
“Is it sorted out? Are you sure?” She<br />
sounded calm now. I looked questioningly at<br />
Jake and he winked.<br />
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A New Start<br />
Kina Sharani Sharani<br />
“So this is my life now,” sighed Jennifer. She<br />
took one last glance at the Jefferson High<br />
School, then, forced herself to take a step<br />
forward and strode across the patio into the<br />
brick school.<br />
Jennifer had just moved to New York,<br />
from North Carolina, thing were new to her<br />
and she had to try adjusting her normal life,<br />
to her new life, in New York; the rest of her<br />
life.<br />
She lived with her mom, brother, and<br />
sister, their dad had died in a plane crash. Her<br />
mother, Mary-Ann, couldn't stand living in the<br />
same place without her husband and selfishly<br />
moved, far from the life they all knew.<br />
Her brother, Steven, took a different<br />
approach on their father's death, he started<br />
attending flight school. His family figured it<br />
was because since he and his father weren't<br />
all that close when they were alive, he<br />
wanted to be in the place he spent his last<br />
moments of life; in the air. They also figured<br />
it was because he needed to get away from<br />
the rest of the world. He was at the age<br />
where he just wanted to be alone, seventeen.<br />
Julie, her sister, is Jennifer's role<br />
model, successful, beautiful and most of all,<br />
happy. Julie is a well-known lawyer and is<br />
married to an honest young businessman.<br />
Jennifer is sixteen with long wavy red hair.<br />
She had gleaming green eyes and the face of<br />
an angel.<br />
It was the first day of school and Jenny<br />
was lost! She was trying to get to her first<br />
period but kept winding up in circles.<br />
Diiiiinnnnnngggg!!!!! The bell for the end of<br />
first period rung, causing Jennifer to<br />
screamed in shock, and in despair. Then, all of<br />
a sudden the halls of Jefferson school were<br />
swarmed with high schoolers.<br />
“Oh! Great, my first day of school and I<br />
already skipped class.” She sat on the floor<br />
and hugged her knees. She sat there for a<br />
minute then rose. When she looked up, the<br />
first thing she saw was a chest! Plop! She was<br />
right back on the floor again.<br />
“Sorry about that, I didn't see you.<br />
Considering, it's not everyday a girl just pops<br />
out of the floor like that,” chuckled the boy.<br />
“It's no problem, considering it half my<br />
fault and that people don't usually appear out<br />
of thin air,” replied Jenny.<br />
“I'm Steven.” The boy stuck out his hand<br />
for her...<br />
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