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SCENE 2012-2013Hello My Future, Goodbye My Past

By Alexandra Arvai

The future is coming far too fast

Giving me questions I cannot answer yet

I am already missing my past.

When it comes to deciding, I have always been last

Others tell me to rush, but I never get it

The future is coming far too fast.

Sadly, the die have already been cast

The plans for my future ready and set


What do I want I have never been as!ed

I would li!e to go bac!, have my life reset


I loo! out to the world and it is so large, so vastOthers tell me not to worry, do not fret


The rest of the world is "ust li!e a blast

#nd filled with people I have not yet met.



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Trinity Vitreous Goldfnch

By: Nico Villereal

Trinity, Im back! shouted Trevor as he slammed the front door closed behind him.

He paused when he didnt hear an answer, or any other noise at all. He rowled,

throwin his stu down by the doorway before he stormed down the hall, lookin for

his sister. Trinity! he shouted aain.

Trevor "old#nch didnt look like a very neat person. He almost always wore sun

bleached and simple tee$shirts, alon with a worn pair of caro shorts. %ein the

cashier at the eneral store in the small town had its perks, a la& dress code bein

one of them. The other bein that you didnt have to particularly social withcustomers, as Trevor had never been a very patient person. 'ost of the people who

lived nearby could tell that much about him, which is why they never asked about

his life. (hy he lived in such a lare, empty house, alone, or even why they had

never seen his parents, thouh it seemed he had rown up in that house. It was a

beach house, with a retro eihties feel around it, the vinyl walls evident of that fact.

It was placed at the end of a windy road, which wiled its way throuh the sand

dunes like a wild snake. )ookin out the windows of the back of the house one could

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see the beautiful deep blue waters of the reat "ulf of 'e&ico, the water didnt look

like water from up there, more so it looked like lass, the #nest and purist lass that

could be fored, thus was the water that made up the houses own little cove,

surrounded by tall rasses and sand dunes. %ut Trevor wasnt concernin himself

with the beautiful view that the window provided. Instead he concentrated on the

#ure sittin still on the beach, with her feet submered *ust below the water.

+ammit it Trinity! he muttered under his breath as he made a beeline for the back

stairs.

The irl on the beach was doin her best to en*oy her time by herself, even thouh

she didnt like bein alone. he did not have much of a choice, thouh, when it

came to bein alone. %ut she could at least en*oy the shallows when her brother

wasnt home. Today in particular she was thinkin about askin her brother to o

into town tomorrow. he knew he didnt like her oin out, but maybe if she

promised to wear sunlasses and love and a scarf with her hoody, than maybe he

would let o out and see some people. he was afraid to ask thouh, he didnt like itwhen she asked stupid -uestions. He also didnt like it when she went near the

water.

Trinity sihed, and remembered to save what courae she had for dinner, when she

would ask. The irl felt somethin tickle her hand on the beach. It was a tiny sand

crab, which had crawled over her palm. milin softly she lifted her hand slihtly.

Hello there little crab, I bet that you have some friends around here, dont you. ou

dont look very lonely. The crab was startled by the movement under its limbs, and

tried to attack Trinitys pinkie #ner. %ut it couldnt hurt her.

+ont take no for an answer, toniht, said a familiar voice to Trinity. It was hersister, )orelei .

I dont want to upset Trevor, said Trinity nervously. he knew how he could et

when he was upset, and so did )orelei.

ou dont deserve to be locked up in this place forever, muttered )orelei, ve&ed by

her sisters trepidation.

Its/for my own ood/ started Trinity.

0nd how do you know that, youve never left this beach, )orelei cut her o -uickly.

T1I2IT! shouted a loud and anry voice from behind her. The irl with her feet in

the water spun around, alarmed. "lancin around as she reali3ed she had stayed

out far too late, Trevor had cauht her sittin ne&t to the water.

Im sorry, Im sorry! Trinity said apoloetically, runnin back up the beach as fast

as she could.

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Trevor lared with a scowl at his sister, starin at her for a suspenseful and an&ious

minute. Trinity rew fearful, was he oin to do somethin4

I thouht I told you to stay away from the water, he rowled, obviously irritated,

but thankfully not vehement. He turned around, not waitin for an answer. Im

havin diner. 2ow.

Trinity nodded obediently, and ran up the steps in front of her brother, so she could

make a meal for him. %ossy little twit, said )orelei, even more aitated than

before. Trevor didnt hear her.

5ventually it came to be that Trinity was starin at her brother as he ate the meal of

spahetti and arlic bread she had made for him by herself. 6ookin was a skill that

Trinity was rather proud of, considerin she never ate the food she prepared. %ut it

was one of the few thins that Trevor would ever thank and compliment her for.

Hey brother/. bean Trinity cautiously.

)orelei rolled her eyes. "et on with it, she ured. Trinity was rateful that Trevor

didnt see their sister.

(hat4 asked Trevor throuh a mouthful of noodles.

7m, I was wonderin/. he trailed o aain.

(hat is it4 asked Trevor more impatient this time.

Trinity summoned all the courae that she had saved up. /that if it isnt too much

trouble/if I could/maybe/sometime tomorrow/o into town..

Into town4 he acted like he hadnt heard her riht. he nodded.

Trevor dropped his fork onto his plate and crossed his arms.

Ill wear the sweatshirt and sunlasses, and a scarf and everythin, I promise. 2o

one will be even able to see my skin/and/.and I wont even talk to anyone, Ill *ust

be -uiet and watch/.please, she practically beed. %ut Trevors face didnt look

impressed at all.

ou had your feet in the water today.

Trinity didnt try to deny it.

ou didnt listen to me, and you put your feet in the water.

It *ust looked so beautiful/ she said.

eah, I bet it did. %ut you cant see stu like water when youre dead, he replied

simply.

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His sister bowed her head in shame, knowin the truth in his words. However his

other sister would have none of it. 0nd what do you know about bein dead! she

shouted, but Trevor inored her.

"lass doesnt 8oat, Trinity. How many times do I have to say it! 0nd if you wont

listen to me now, how am I to e&pect you will listen to me out there! ou will etyourself killed, Trinity! I am tryin to protect you, +0''IT!! Trevor hit his closed #st

aainst the table, causin his plate to rattle. Trinity shuddered. )orelei lared.

%ut, Trevor, please. Its been three years, I *ust want one trip! she continued to

be, standin up from her chair.

9or *ust a moment, Trinity thouht she saw a dierent emotion 8ash across her

brothers face. 9or *ust a sinle second she thouht she had seen the hints of pity,

but they were one as soon as they had appeared. 2:. he said with #nality.

However, Trinity wouldnt relent. ;lease/ she whimpered.

The aner returned swiftly to Trevors eyes, and he stood up as well, knockin his

chair over. I said 2:! he shouted at her. He turned around, meanin to leave the

room. %ut Trinity rabbed his shoulder.

It all happened in a split second, in a sinle frame of a movin picture. To both of

the "old#nch siblins, it had seemed as a blur, that Trevor had whirled around, and

that he had struck Trinity with a clenched #st. he had fallen to the round, and

they both heard the crack.

Trevors eyes widened, and Trinity *ust looked shocked, that her brother had actually

hit her. lowly, Trinity drew back her thin white shirt, e&posin her collar. 0nd thereit was.

The hairline fracture. 0 sinle, thin, crack in the lass. They both knew that it would

never o away, Trinity didnt heal, for the same reason that she did not eat. he was

made of lass. 0nd she would carry this scar to her rave.

Trevor stared at her, his breathin raed. (ithout warnin he stormed away,

leavin Trinity there on the 8oor, he slammed the door to his room behind him.

If Trinity could have cried, she would have. %ut she couldnt cry, no matter how hard

she tried.

+id you *ust let him hit you! e&claimed )orelei, seeminly furious. He doesnt

have the riht to et away with that!

hut up, whispered Trinity, as she crawled her retreat, back to her own room.

2o, I wont, she replied insolently. Hes crossed a line.

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Havin #nally made it into her room Trinity looked in her mirror. Trinity hated her

skin, she hated it, so, so much. It was reen, like natural lass, and was #lled with

imperfections. The shades diered around her body, but it didnt matter whether

liht, or dark, she hated all of the lass. It was this stupid skin that kept her from

leavin the house< it was this stupid body that would drown so easy. Her eyes, they

looked like marbles that school children would play with. Her riht one had threerins of color in it, one old, one blue, and one red. It was those stupid, unnatural

eyes that stared at her now. Trevor had been the only person she had ever met in

person, althouh wanted time she peered at the mailman from the upstairs window,

and she knew that/she was/not supposed to be. he had seen photoraphs, and

T=. If reular people did see her, they would most likely be disusted her, at least,

that was what she assumed, )orelei often disareed with the assumption.

The best that Trinity could tell, her dearest sister wasnt real. )orelei was *ust a

#ment of her imaination, *ust one of the parts that she couldnt control. 0nd

unlike herself, )orelei was not made of lass. he was human. 0nd so, Trinity

imained that instead of her face in the mirror there was )oreleis.

0nyplace is better than here, )orelei told her sister. Trinity didnt know what to

think. 0nd so she *ust sat there, in front of that mirror, for what must have been

hours. ;retendin that she could cry.

It must have been close midniht when Trevor knocked on her bedroom door. he

didnt say anythin, but he still came in, openin the door ently. He sihed when

he saw his little sister kneelin in front of the mirror. Trinity/ he bean.

he didnt say anythin.

I wanted to say that I was sorry.

/.

lowly, Trevor sat down, beside her. Is it alriht/if I tell the story, of the day you

were born.

)orelei didnt say anythin either. 0ll three of them knew the story. 5ven thouh

none of them liked to think about it. %ut they also felt that this tellin would prove

dierent that the others.

0 lon time ao, there was a irl named )orelei "old#nch. he and her brotherlived happily toether in a beautiful house by the ocean. 2ow )orelei was a very

adventurous irl, she loved walkin around the beach, and pickin up thins that

she shouldnt have, like crabs and *elly#sh. Her brother always told her that such

creatures and the ocean itself were rather danerous thins, he paused, but Trinity

didnt look away from the mirror. 0nd one day, as the irl was swimmin in the

ocean, somethin went wron/ Trinity watched *ealously as her brothers eyes

bean to water. 0nd/she drowned. Her brother had tried to save, tried to swim out

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to her, but it was too late, and she was one. )eavin her brother all alone to bury

his own sisters body. o I did, bury her that is, I du, and I du, it took me the entire

day to di somethin ood enouh for her, and by the time I put her in, well, I had

run out of tears. I was alone, all alone in this house. I didnt sleep that niht, either, I

beed and I prayed to the universe to make it riht, to make so that maybe you

had listened to me, so that maybe I wouldnt be alone. I dont know why, but forsome reason, it seemed that the universe had decided to listen to me, for once, that

niht. There was a storm, a horrible tempest, sendin lihtnin from the heavens. I

saw it strike the rave, three times. 0nd the ne&t day, I found that )orelei was one,

and in her place was you, Trinity. I dont want to lose you like I did her. Trevor

ended his story with his words barely a meaer whisper, but Trinity could hear it *ust

as well. He didnt move, after he was done, he *ust sat there, waitin. 0s if he was

waitin for Trinitys foriveness.

0nd he waited for a lon time, as he was asleep by the time Trinity stood up. This

time )orelei didnt have to say a word as her youner sister picked up her sweat

*acket, a scarf, and a pair of sunlasses. he didnt even hesitate when she walked

out the front door, or so much as blink when her sister told her that she was proud.

he *ust kept walkin, down the old windy road in between the sand dunes. Trinity

=itreous "old#nch, the irl who was made out of lass, walked away from her

home, in the dead of niht.

Ode

By Erin Girven

Sometimes, I$ll see my friends post beautiful pieces of poetryThe words flow so well#nd everything rhymes

Without being obno%ious or obvious

&verything is deep and beautiful and it ma!es me thin! thatI'd li!e to write a poem, too

Then I remember something important

I'm no good with rhymes(ut then I remember something else

)ree verse

It doesn't have to rhyme, you can say whatever you want

If you want to end one line with dancing sugar cubes

#nd the ne%t with quic!ly running clouds

*ou can do that(ecause

It's

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)ree verse

#nd it doesn't have to rhyme

So then

I thought of what I could write about

#nd I wrote about all the things I loveI wrote about staring up at the s!y when it's snowing

#bout the way it feels li!e angel wings beating softly

#gainst your face

I li!ed that lineI thought it was very poetic

So I wrote some more

I wrote about the way the la!e loo!s

On a sunny day when the s!y

Is reflected on its surface+i!e a mirror

Into another world

I wrote about that feeling you get

When you swingSo high

That you almost fall out of the seat

+i!e if you let go, you would !eep flying)orever and never

ave to come

(ac!-own

(ut I wasn't finished yet, so I wrote aboutWhen you wal! outside on one of thosedays

When the sun is shining and it's warm and the breee blows

/ust enoughOn days li!e that

&verything is so beautiful

That I haveTo laugh with "oy

#nd I wrote about the way the trees loo!

#fter a spring rain

#nd about that certain shade of red the s!y turns

In the fallWhen the sun sets

#nd about sitting in a forest and watching the rain

)all

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On

The

+eaves

(ut then I thought that maybe I wasn't being

0ritical&nough

So I wanted to write about

#ll the thingsI hated

(ut nothing came to me

So I wrote about a princess instead

#nd I wrote about the smell of rain

#nd the feel of warm paper

#nd I wrote

#bout

1oetry

The Lonely Doctor

By Haley Tennant

# lonely doctor in the middle of nowhereWandering space and time all alone.It does not do for him to be without care

e used to have his friends everywhere,

(ut soon the doctor found he had to roam,# lonely doctor in the middle of nowhere.

Sometimes he can find someone who can bearTraveling throughout the un!nown

It does not do for him to be without care.

e once found a 2ose, a very rare

Thing for the doctor, who is usually on his own.

# lonely doctor in the middle of nowhere

(ut then his 2ose vanished, and no prayer

0ould bring her bac! to his one.

It does not do for him to be without care

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#nd so he will wander again, here and there,

3ntil his very soul turns to stone,# lonely doctor in the middle of nowhere.

It does not do for him to be without care.

hildhood Tric!ery

(y4 /oseph (essette

I was always such a little brat, especially in the days when I was in daycare. I remember I always

got in trouble, either for stealing, fighting, or "ust plain torturing other children 5or the teacher6. I

was also, however, a little genius. (eing a si%7year7old, and bearing the intelligence of a si%th

grader, I would always get things that I wanted. To give you a further understanding of my

gambling ways, I shall enlighten you with an e%ample.

I was pacing bac! and forth in the playground pretending I was in deep thought and had a

conflict to resolve. The tric! was in full succession now8 I concocted a false pretense of how I

needed twenty dollars in order to go see my dad8 I needed this money for the bus fare77don't you

see They always replied with the same precedent. 9ow do I !now you're not lying /oey:

They would say this sympathetically and I would always reply with the same response, I would

say in a comforting tone, 9Well, I'm not as!ing you to give me money, I'm as!ing to borrow

money, I give it bac!, I promise.: That cheesy grin I had, oh boy that cheesy grin I had; I would

have slapped myself if I ever made such a face today.

They would give me the money, I would then poc!et it and move on to the ne%t creature willing

to fall into my spider web of propaganda and foul doings. This was the pinnacle of my devilish

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Our minds intrigued with a treat(etter than anything money buys

There are people we meet

That create moments so bittersweet.

Draon !unter

By: "aie "cCor#ic$

The irl was breathin heavily, leanin aainst a tree. he pulled a hand

-uickly throuh her tanled hair, chancin a -uick lance over her shoulder.

2o sin yet. he probably had one more minute, tops. he scooped back up

the lonbow shed allowed to fall to the round, swinin it across her

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shoulder and scramblin up the tree. 9rom the very top, she a3ed around,

lookin for/ 0ha!

There are a lot of misconceptions about draons. ome thins the stories et

riht>draons are bi< theyre covered in scales< they breathe #re and have

hue talons to snatch you up or slice you throuh< they can 8y< they live involcanos>but the one thin people always, alwaysscrew up is the simplest

fact.

+raons, contrary to popular belief, are note&tinct.

This one certainly isnt, anyway, the irl thouht with a 8ash of rim humor.

Thouh she hadnt spoken aloud>hadnt moved or made any noise at all>

the draons beady, briht red eye immediately locked onto her. (ith a roar

of rae ?which could be fairly attributed to the fact that it was no loner in

possession of the tip of its tail@ it swooped toward the irl, smoke pourin

from its nostrils as the wind blew in its face.

(ith a practiced arm and deadly speed, the irl drew back her arrow and let

it 8y. 0s e&pected, it landed cleanly in the draons eye, elicitin a bellow of

pain and fury, alon with an ad*ustment of its course. 0s it 8ew in the other

direction, the irl let loose another arrow, but the draon swerved, the arrow

bouncin harmlessly o its natural armor.

"rittin her teeth, the irl dropped nimbly from the tree, turnin at once to

shoot aain as she landed. This arrow sank into the soft 8esh of the draonsstomach ?one of its only weak spots@, but rather than stop its attack, the

in*ury only served to make the draon anrier.

It chared at her, spinnin at the last moment to strike her with its tail. ;ain

eruptin alon her left side, the irl crumpled to the round. he rabbed

frantically at her left arm, which had almost certainly been broken on impact.

Her bow landed beside her on the round, miraculously unscathed.

he rimaced in pain as the draon loomed over her, preparin for the kill.

he scrambled for an idea, anythin to et out of this alive, but found herselflackin any options. There was nothin else she could do. he still had her

-uiver, yes, but an arrow wasnt oin to kill a draon, only maim it.

(hat she needed was>was>

0s she closed her eyes and mentally crossed her #ners, the draon abruptly

yowled in anuish, reelin back from the irl. 0 small metal daer was

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protrudin from his chest< not deep enouh to kill, but enouh for the

charmed metal to do its *ob. 9ire erupted from the draons mouth, and the

irl could feel the scorchin heat even from the distance now between them.

he struled to sit up, manain to recover her bow with her ood arm and

retreat back toward the trees.

Not like the bow or the treell be much help, she thouht. Cant shoot or

climb with a broken arm.

:nce she had put suAcient space between herself and the draon, she

looked back to watch what she knew would come ne&t.

0 boy had appeared, shirt covered in mud and hair slihtly sined. It had

been his knife that saved the irls life, and he faced the draon now with a

sword held loosely in his riht hand. The draon spran at him, rae and pain

8ashin in its ood eye. The boy reacted with lihtnin$fast re8e&es, slicintoward any part of the draon he could reach. 'ost of his blows were

de8ected by the draons scales, until his sword sliced deep into the

draons chest, the maic$infused steel ?one of the easiest ways to kill a

draon@ piercin its heart.

The draon made one last sound, almost a whimper, before fallin to the

round. It didnt move aain. 1elieved, the irl leaned aainst the tree,

cradlin her broken arm. Took you lon enouh. she called to the boy,

attemptin to shake her hair out of her face.

"ot a bit held up, the draons killer said, removin his sword from the

draon and comin to where his partner stood. %ut I made it!

he shot him a look, brushin o her torn *eans and shiftin around her

in*ured arm. It hurt, but it was already on its way to healin. he touched the

chain around her neck, imainin she could feel the maic emanatin from it

and puttin her body back toether.

'aybe one day youll show up on time and we can et a kill done -uick.

she said drily.

0w, cmon, the boy replied with a smile. (heres the fun in that4

The irl smiled, too, reachin out to take his hand. oure riht. illy me.

(hat could be better than ettin broken arms and three inches from burned

to a crisp three times a week4 2othin I can think of.

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The boy lauhed aain and s-uee3ed her hand as they started walkin. ou

wouldnt know what to do with yourself if you werent huntin draons. 0nd

neither would I. he said, and the irl couldnt arue with that.

till, she said with a sih. Im ready to o home and rela& for a while.

7m, I hate to say it, the boy said, lancin o into the distance, where a

plume of smoke rose over the trees and a lare shape 8ashed throuh the

sky. %ut I dont think were o duty -uite yet.

%"eet Drea&s

By 'ico (illarreal

=ightmares and monsters, I !now them well

They always come to call with diligence and good time,

(ut tonight I wish for love in my unearthly cell.

To torture my mortal soul, there is this Satan's hell

In dar!ness and void my demons dine,

=ightmares and monsters, I !now them well.

Therefore my drooping eyes do protest and yell#nd call for sweetness and aged wine

)or tonight I wish for love in my unearthly cell.

# thousand coins I have pushed into the wishing well

To laugh and hug and re"oice what's mine.

=ightmares and monsters, I !now them well.

ow luc!y was I when into my mind's eye, I fell;

That amores et alia met me with no ill7sign.

)or tonight I wish for love in my unearthly cell.

Sweet dreams and love do rightly tell

That I am free from the demon's line.

=ightmares and monsters, I !now them well,

(ut tonight I wish for love in my unearthly cell.

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ree)y Drea&

By Taylor %)rin*er

There is a loud tic!ing of an old rotten cloc!

#nd decaying wooden floors crea!.

Stains cover the walls in dar! crimson,

While alls are filled with haunting winds blowing cold.

Terrors of the night roam around and crawl

To watch as the young child for she will cry.

The chilling night is pierced with a loud cry#nd hours stopped moving on the old cloc!.

Try not to move to fast, slowly crawl.

0areful now, the door has begun to crea!.

0uriosity ta!es over and the door !nob feels cold.

Shrie!s of terror for the spilled crimson.

The room fills with cryptic snic!ers at the pool of crimson.

Terrified, she turns and runs away to cry.

She hides away from the chills so icy cold.Tic! toc!, the hours have stopped on the cloc!.

)ind a path to escape, for the windows now crea!.

Wal! away with caution, for something has begun to crawl.

Scratches across the floor frantically crawl.

The stairways have drips have crimson.

The wood is long dead and each step crea!s.)rom downstairs, the sound carries of a soft cry.

# small child hides behind the old cloc!.

Shivers run down spines as the room turns cold.

The small child rises with eyes pale and cold.

Terrible laughter lur!s from behind and it slowly begins to crawl,

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# blade across the throat and there be now crimson.

With horror and pain filling her soul, the girl lets out a cry.

Swiftly she runs outside and the abandoned house lets out a crea!.

The night is blac! and the trees around crea!.

Winds blow with haste turning her s!in cold.

)rom behind her, a man lets out a painful cry.The leaves around her shuffle as if they crawl.

0rac!s of a flame engorge the man and his s!in turns crimson.

She ran so fast and never lost the tic!s of that abandoned cloc!.

er dreams were filled with the crea!s of that chilling cloc!.

er s!in has remained cold with the memories of crimson.The sounds that would crawl come out every time she would cry.

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Day

By E&ily Din*ess

The sun sin!s lower, lower still

as time tic!s by and by.

The day is done, let nighttime fill.

This day was filled with icy chill,

The wind heaved a heavy sigh,

the sun sin!s lower, lower still.

This day's end, upon a hill

you can watch the eagles fly.The day is done, let nighttime fill.

This day brings bac! a memory4 the thrill,

of being young and spry.

The sun sin!s lower, lower still.

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%hat is ti#e&By: Christina 'anton

Time is the moment in which events occur. It can be lon while or *ust for a

moment.

Time can be memorable, or downriht horrible. ome people wish for more time,

while others which it to *ust pass by. %ut time keeps oin. It doesnt stop. ou

often hear the e&pressions Time oes by when youre havin fun. ou also hear

people sayin (hy is time oin so slowly4 Its all a matter of perspective. ou

could be havin the time of your life. ou are havin so much fun with your family

or friends that you stop thinkin about the time. ou lauh, you talk, you listen, and

you have fun. ou are interactin with the people around you and you are content.

Then there is a time where you cherish the -uiet moments you have alone. The

moments where you can rela& and be yourself, and not have to worry about

anythin. :r there is a time where you are with you and your loved one. ou are in

each others company< there are no distractions. Those are the moments that count

and you dont want to end.

There are also occasions when it seems like thins are oin by so slow. ou

are *ust drain yourself throuh the day, waitin to o home and o to bed.

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Those are the days where nothin is oin the way you want it to. ou are tired and

anry. ou walk around with your head droopin down, your arms to your side, and

every step you take is e&haustin. 0ll you can do is complain about every little

thin. Its too hot, its too cold, why is everyone oin so slow4 Thins like that.

Then you #nally et home and your family asks you how your day was and all you

do is runt and say horrible. ou o to bed and hope that tomorrow is a better

day.

Time can also be used to describe the weather and the seasons. (hen it

starts to et warm out we say Its sprin time! 0ll the 8owers start bloomin and

the birds and the bees come out. 2ot lon after everyone ets out of school and

its ummer Time. Time to o to the beach, et a tan, and o swimmin. Its the

time to o on vacation and meet with family and friends. Then the season chanes

into 0utumn, or what most people call fall< when the leaves of the trees turn a

dierent colors and fall to the round. I like to call it the fall of happiness, because

thats when school starts aain. %ut then comes winter and the beautiful snow.

2e&t thin you know its 6hristmas time, which is what people call The most

wonderful time of the year!

Time means somethin dierent to everyone. There can be ood times, bad

times, hard times, or fun times. It is important to remember that time moves on,

and what matters is what you make of it. Time is a precious thin, dont let it o to

waste.

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(r#y "en

By: Dayton (llen

"ifts.The averae human will probably run into few in the course of his or herlife. However, with the varyin oodies that life provides, what are the most

memorable4 our #rst car4 That bike you never rode4 0ddin another dimension to

this -uestion, what is the #rst ift you remember4 This -uestion now takes away the

shallow materialistic shackles of teenaed life, only to replace them with a value for

somethin truly en*oyable, not functional or even practical$$*ust en*oyable.

0s for me, my #rst memorable ift had to be army men. They were my

fathers from when he was a kid. 0lthouh they had endured a touh life with his

various paint *obs and rouh playtimes, they were still #t for a child to play with.

:nce I opened my birthday ift from my father, I was hooked on the idea of mini

war$ames. 9rom that moment on, my house was a war3one. 9rom artillery on the

couch, to tanks on the carpet, my soldiers fouht the enemy to the last man while

aircraft dueled in the skies.

If the reen soldiers had lost a s-uad, you could bet that there was an entire

platoon out there, #htin the tan scum, for their fallen brethren. nipers would pin

down the ood uys when their comrades needed them most, but they would #nd a

way to save the day. I would make sound eects that only seemed to enhance this

altered state of reality. (hen my brother would complain about the endless

e&plosions, my dad would say in a calm voice, you cannot play with army men,

without sound eects.

It is only now that I reali3e that my father had dealt me the hand of his

childhood, an escape to a world where I create the problems and the solutionsB

where ood always wins, and the ability to spot evil is a matter of color.

The bucket of polyethylene soldiers that had seen one eneration pass while

another advanced is still with me, all around my house, still #htin, *ust as they will

when my son is of ae. It is so that the eternal cycle of ae and war shall not be

undone.

%hado"s

By Taylor %)rin*er

Glimmering hope has turned to dust.

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There is no more light left to spare.

It's company with shadows in which we trust.

#s our lantern light begins to rust,

0old wind's chills dance through the air.


With passion and fire losing its lust,

+ife continues on without a care.


We waste away on &arth's crust#nd finding true beauty has become so rare.


#ll life's beauty and magic has turned to disgust.

Wondrous dreams have rotten into compelling nightmares.


(eating hearts have now burst.=o changes are made for they're all too scared.



#ind $ords

By Haley Tennant

There is no !indness li!e that of a stranger.

They reach out with comforting words,

)rom time to time,

+i!e a sudden fire burning brightly on a cold night.

Their warmth can reach where no one

as ever tried to reach.

It's terrifying, and you "ump out of reachOf the hands of this warm Stranger

)or fear of what this one

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#nywhere you want this night,

This night in the company of this stranger

#nd his !ind words.

Suddenly you're no longer a no one.

(ecause during this one

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What I see is not the same.

I see bro!en hearted poetry and rhymes to die for.

I see a future with more than an orange ball.

I don't see the mirror or the reflection.

I'll brea! through it,

Shattered glass all over the floor.

#nd now all you can see

Is me.

Behind the Loo!in* Glass

By Eri!a Ausley

(ehind the loo!ing glass

I push, pull, and reach with all the strength that I can

Still, I cannot pass

I am bloc!ed by this impasse

#s deep as I thin!, I cannot produce a plan

(ehind the loo!ing glass

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I search for a crevasse

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A %)ar!le in His Eyes

By+ Grayson Matthe"s

# twin!ling eye can mean many things. The one that is twin!ling at me right now isgreen. =ot "ust any green, bright green li!e an emerald being blasted by the sun. The spar!le in

his eyes as he watches me head bac! to my seat from participating on the board suggests that it is

more than a green eye, it is love, love at first sight. =ever before had I thought of him as more

than eye candy. That's probably because I never e%pected I'd have a chance. (ut the way he is

loo!ing into my eyes right now, shows that this is real.

This boy is new to town. e has light brown s!in and muscles the sie of #ustralia. e

has a voice and a sense of humor that melts my heart with every word even though his words are

never directed towards me. Sometimes I feel li!e I don't even deserve to loo! at him. I wonder if

he thin!s I'm remotely attractive. &ach day I dress up in hopes he will recognie me but I feelli!e that is "ust an empty wish. # wish li!e one you ma!e when you thin! you see a shooting star

but it is really "ust an airplane. I don't thin! I will ever have the courage to tal! to him.

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The ne%t day at school I counted down the seconds until I got to see him in class. If he

ever were to !now that he would probably thin! I was so weird. I feel li!e he's meant to be mine,

but he probably doesn't !now who I am. So I plan to "ust ta!e another day staring at him li!e

usual77volunteering li!e usual so he might notice me.

# Spar!le in er &yes

I have lived in ten different states. I have lived in three different countries. (ut

never have I ever starred into more beautiful eyes. The satisfaction is surreal. It's li!e the color of

paradise. I could loo! into her eyes forever and not even do an assignment. I'd fail but I would

mind because her eyes are more beautiful than the biggest #. If only she !new. She wouldn't let

me fail because she has her stuff together. Whenever someone mentions perfection an automatic

image of her pops into my head. She's the one mother's tell us about. The one society tells us to

loo! for. I have never felt this way about someone, low and behold someone who I don't even

tal! to. If I were to ever tell her how I feel she would probably thin! I was creepy considering I

don't 9!now: her.

Today I will continuous class as normal. Wishing and wanting her to notice me.

# Spar!le in Their &yes

I see the way they loo! at each other. It's li!e two puppies at a par!. The girl always

stares at his every move. The boy always loo!s over every time he spea!s to see if she was

paying attention. =ever do the e%change words. They "ust loo!. When he leaves without saying

anything, she sighs. e doesn't realie that though because he is too busy doing the same thing.

It's a sad cycle to watch. )or wee!s I awaited the courage of one of them but I guess it's not

happening. +uc!ily cupid sent me on a mission. 9Today class we will do a partner lab.: I said. I

gave out partners and the last one I called was theirs. When they heard their names, their eyes lit

up as bright as they do when they see each other for the first time of the day. The spar!le in their

eyes brought "oy to mine.

# Spar!le in is &yes

Today is the best day ever. =erves shout through my veins. I can't believe my chance is

finally happening. e greeted me with a smile and my day was made.

# Spar!le in er &yes

I can't mess this up. It's my chance to tell her how I thin! she is flawless. This is the best

day ever;

Bruised $ords

By Haley Tennant

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She is careful with her words.

She places them gently, softly on her paper,

Tracing each curve with tender care,

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+i!e in! !noc!ed over by a clumsy elbow.

I e%plained to her that she didn't want this mess,

That it was uncontrollable and disorderly and random,

#nything but beautiful.

er words understood true beauty.

She smiled, reaching over and touching the blac! smudges gently,

#nd said,

9

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Last Lullaby

By Taylor %)rin*er

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By Pa*e McDaniel

# shy smile he reveals to me, a !ind gesture

Our eyes connect instantly

0an you really feel love for a stranger

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Mornin* -itual

By+ -ylie Ford

The smell of an old, bric! fire place with nice oa! logs burning in its hearth filled the

whole room. Gentle red and orange flames lic!ed at the blac!ening wood as it rested and

crumbled. The rest of the room received a nice orange glow from the fire, casting shadows as theflames danced. The room was meant for sleeping with a rug, vanity, bed and dressers. The cot

rested against the wall, opposite of the fireplace. Thic! wool blan!ets covered it, pale beige with

delicate !notted embroidery or dar! blues, reds, golds and greens.The dresser and vanity were of a fine design, leaves and vines edged into it. The wood

was dar!, mahogany and strong. *ou could clearly see the blac! fibers and tree wings in it as it

shined under the gloss coating. The vanity had a nice rounded mirror with a matching frame tothe rest of it. The mirror was polished, obviously well ta!en care of. On the vanity was thic!

blac! liquid, meant for painting your eyes. There was a tube of pin! paint for the lips, but it was

sealed tight and the tip still partly sharp, showing how little it was used. There was no powder for

chee!s or eyes to suggest and other beauty product. The vanity was at the foot of the bed, right infront of the door that was ad"acent to the door. =e%t to the door on the wall was one dresser,

matching in wood to the vanity. +i!e the vanity, the dresser had brass handles that curved

perfectly for a human hand. The other dresser was ne%t to the window, opposite of the first.On the wall with the fire place was a simple stool that had a pale yellow7tan wic!er

bas!et on it. Inside the bas!et was yarn along with !nitting needles. The yarn was assorted in

colors, from green to red to brown, beige and gold. owever, green too! up the ma"ority of thebas!et. The stool was placed at the edge of a rug that too! up the ma"ority of the empty floor

space, only the legs of the bed, vanity and one dresser was on top of it. The pattern on the rug

was similar to that of the blan!ets on the bed. It was wool and decorated with very detailed !nots

and circles.-espite a light on the ceiling of the room, the only thing lighting the room was the fire.

This low light prevented the many pictures on the wall from being seen easily. It also made it

hard to see the lump in the bed, covered in the wool blan!ets. It moved up and down slowly,showing that the person underneath was breathing steadily.

#s the person continued to sleep, the sun started to rise, sending slight rays through the

crac!s in the curtain that covered the window. The light fell on the door of the bedroom, shiningin front of the sleeping person's face. The person's nose twitched slightly and she turned over,

facing her nice dar! wall. (efore she could comfortable again, her door opened "ust a crac! and a

medium sied bird flew in.

The bird was a swallow, easily distinguishable by the for!ed tail. It flew to the curtainand pulled it open, flooding the room with sunlight. The person in the bed groaned as the sun

poured onto their face. They stood up, revealing them to be a girl. er hair spilled out, long curly

loc!s that went down to her butt were wrapped around each other. She stood up and her bare feetwiggled slightly on the soft carpet. She wal!ed to a dresser and, after promptly changing her

panties and bra she pulled on a large dull green sweater. It had a turtle nec! and sleeves that were

too long, and rested perfectly on her thighs, covering her panties.The girl wal!ed over to the vanity and sat in the cushioned stool in front of it. The bird

flew over and landed on the mirror edge. The girl smiled at herself in the mirror. The mirror

showed her baby face with wide eyes of a dull but vibrant green. Though the whites of her eyeswere a solid and dar! pin! where most peoples were white. This was a side effect of her magic.

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er face had a few frec!les, a family trait among with her somewhat tannish s!in and

champagne pin! hair.

The girl smiled to herself. -espite what people told her, she truly loved the fact that shewas chubby. She adored her curves and shape. She was Taibhse, !nown as Ghosty to everyone

else. Ghosty too! a hold of the blac! in! and carefully painted it on her lashes, ma!ing them nice

and thic!. She glanced at the pin! lipstic! tube but shoo! her head8 this was not the day to wearit. She stood up and trotted to the door. The little swallow came over and landed on her head,

rustling into her curls.

Ghosty opened the door all the way and promptly e%ited the room. She closed it andwal!ed through the short hall to her !itchen. 9*ou need to stop opening my door.: She told the

swallow. 9I !now you got magic too, but I hate wa!ing up li!e that.:

The bird thrilled and flew off to the !itchen. It landed on the table where a small, steel

bowl was placed. Ghosty wal!ed over to a cabinet and opened it. Inside was a plastic bag full ofbid seed and food. She poured it into the bowl and went to find her own brea!fast. +i!e the d?cor

in her bedroom, the !itchen was made of dar! wood and brass handles. The stove was made of

bric! and the fridge was small and cute.

Ghosty found some bread and "am as well as cereal and mil! in her fridge. She happilyplaced them on the table and stated to eat her food. She spread the "am quic!ly on the bread,

happily biting into the sweet strawberry sauce. She poured mil! into a bowl and dumped thesweet sugar pellets. She too! a spoon and quic!ly ate it. Once both of them were done, Ghosty

let out a sigh.

9&very morning we do the same thing.: Ghosty told her little bird. 9#nd every morning, Iwant to change this ritual.:

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Da"n

By Anthony Dass

It begins subtle,

quiet8 placid and dar!,

but suddenly, the great ball of fire bursts through the horion,mi%ing the s!y with blac!, blues, purples and oranges,

as beautiful dainty violets dance the virgin morning s!y.

The birds sing,

elegant sweet songs of dawn,

chirping, tweeting morning bliss,

bitterly awa!ening a new days beginning.

Oh, how lush the light spreads across our creators s!y;

1ainting itself all about,

letting its honey golden rays drip everywhere,as it travels, ma!ing its long "ourney across the horion.

It's hot rays melting,

Warming the earth from its cold everlasting slumber,

with its creamy buttermil! light.Oh, what a sweet daily delight;

# true sign of morning's glory;

(ut we are impervious to our wor! of art,(ustling here and there,

=ever stopping, resting, gaing,

#t what truly lies before our eyes.

It illuminates our world of dar!ness,

our never7ending guiding light,brea!ing out over the horion,

for us all ..to marvel in all its beauty.

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A Taste o the %un

By Haley Tennant

*our lips feel li!e the sun sometimes

ot and burning against mine,Somehow as gentle as wind chimes.

#nd before I !now it, it's almost nine.

ot and burning against mine,

1assion coursing through my blood,

#nd before I !now it, it's almost nine.

(ut the feelings still wash along me li!e a flood.

1assion coursing through my blood,

*our lips turn up in a smile,

(ut the feelings still wash along me li!e a flood.#nd I find myself staying for a long while.

*our lips turn up in a smile,

ands hold each other tender,

#nd I find myself staying for a long while.*ou always seem to pull out my surrender.

ands hold each other tender,

@uiet whispers and quic! !isses are the only sound.*ou always seem to pull out my surrender,

eeping me rooted from the oncoming storm.

#nd yet sets me free.

The best place in the world to be,

Somehow as gentle as wind chimes,

#nd yet sets me free.*our lips feel li!e the sun sometimes.

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Dus!

By Anthony Dass

#fter the day has been set ablae,

and the sun has made its long "ourney,a day must fade bac! to night.

The day has had its timethe sun has shone its shine,

finally returning beneath the horions never7ending line.

Sad blues sway over the fading canvass of the s!y,the rays of tropical gold dull to yellow8

s!ies of mi%ing colors defining sorrow, as the sun sin!s.

-ay has come to a close,the sun dies,

as life comes to a halt.

We watch as the day fades to our long7awaited slumber,

as our only guiding light,falls from the colorful s!y.

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The (ictor

By Taylor %)rin*er

In my sea of victory

I swam faster than ever before)aster and faster, I swam to thee

Soon, I will be the victor.

I swam faster than ever before1ast my competitors, I sail with great pace.

Soon, I will be the victor.

Soon, I shall win this race;

1ast my competitors, I sail with great pace.

0atch me now if you can.Soon; I shall win this race.

I will be the winning man;

0atch me now if you can;

I call out to those that I have past.I will be the winning man;

The wea!est ones will come in last.

I call out to those that I have past.

@uic!ly now, quic!ly; Swim to the end.The wea!est ones will come in last

#nd I refuse to be in that trend.

@uic!ly now, quic!ly; Swim to the end.

The water moves me forward to my finish line

#nd I refuse to be in that trend.I shall complete my race and feel winner's shine.

The water moves me forward to my finish line.

I can feel it now, my championship;

I shall complete my race and feel winner's shine.=ow surrounded by my teammates' worship.

I can feel it now, my championship;ere I am; I've won now, you see;

=ow surrounded by my teammates' worshipIn my sea of victory.

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$hat Do .ou %ee/

By Erica Mcarter

When you loo! at me

What do you see

-o you see me, who I really amOr do you see who you hear about

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0 A&

By #endra $iley

I am a girl,

#s ordinary as can be

Gaing out upon the worldWondering what life has for me

I am a girl.

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I am a friend,

With a supportive shoulder

1in!y promises until the end&ven when we get older

I am a friend.

I am a target,

In my center lies a red dot+i!e the cutest shoes on the mar!et

They thin! that I am 9hot:

I am a target.

I am a fa!e,Sealed up and wrapped

Something a factory would ma!e

I have finally snapped

I am a fa!e.

I am an enemy,#n unwanted visitor

=ot your average cup of tea

The old me8 people miss her.I am an enemy.

I am nothing,

I am a lost hope

I used to be something=ow I have to cope

(ecause I am nothing.

1ust Gettin* By

By Ma!aela Pratscher

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The light is bothering me

It shines too bright in the wrong places,

So I hide it.

I place my hand over it,

I cover it with baggy clothes or long sleeves.

I resist the urge to let it shine

(ut "ust getting by may not be enough now.

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Monsters and De&ons

By Taylor %)rin*er

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Blue %&ile

By+ Haley Tennant

The letter didn't seem foreboding when it arrived at

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employees in the grocery, the great lady who gave an e%tra big tip to anyone who wor!ed hard in

her eyes, had !noc!ed her off her feet and sent her world tumbling down.

)or the ne%t couple of wee!s, when

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# frec!led face loo!ed down at her, filled with the creases of a very tired soldier.

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Sloth

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By )aco* %arren

7p in the tree tops)ivin the easy life,

Is the outh 0merican loth.)ook at all its ma*esty,

"a3e at all its wonder.I would ive up anythin for one.

Have you ever seen one4Hih up in the branch tops

I a3ed in wide wonder.How do I et one into my life4

This simple ma*esty

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