Sitting on the cold hard benches of the sanctuary with snot and hot tears running down your face is not a fun experience especially after a beautiful but very sad funeral service. Read more
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The Damage Left Behind by Shiann Roark
The vice that had been crushing my chest and twisting my stomach in knots seemed to loosen to a gentle caress. I could breathe again. My concerns settled back to how well I did on this test, if that boy liked me, and what I was doing next weekend. Life felt simple and light, the way it should be for a kid.
WATER SLIDE by Gage Thomas
When I was much, much younger, I had a very small Yoshi (From the Mario video game universe) that was about two and a half inches tall filled with beads. It was like a Beanie Baby, I still have it as a matter of fact. It was my favorite toy ever, I took it everywhere I went.
COUNTDOWN by Camper Ruybal
Twelve days until graduation. Most of us have never felt so much pressure in our entire high school career then in this exact moment. The days seem to be clicking by like the dreaded seconds on an obnoxiously loud analog clock in an uncomfortable receptionist’s office. The drumming of pencils on desks as people sit staring at their fictional great wall of writers block while their minds wander off thinking about other things.
FINGERTIPS by Emily Fraser
My house – big for our small family – had always been a place of comfort.
It was just me and my mom – my father walked out on us when I was young, but at a year and a half old I didn’t really miss his presence. Mom was the only around to raise me, and she often came home from work ready to collapse. As soon as she was through the front door, she would bee-line for the couch in the living room. She would flop down, the cushions absorbing her tired muscles. I would come down from my bedroom. She’d look at me and say “My baby girl’s here!”
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FRIENDSHIP TEST by Spencer Adair
Friends, they’re with you to the end right? Really? Are we really so sure? So I sat down and came up with a friendship test. Don’t call me paranoid, well maybe I am, like all the time. Anyway I wanted to know just how well my friends knew me. So I came up with a set of questions and asked them to my best friend, Jacob, and someone I just met, Katie.
I called it the Friendship Test.
14 YEAR OLD ME by Gage Thomas
Dear 14-year-old me,
Didn’t see you there, with you down on the floor feeling sorry for yourself. Get up!
Come on, don’t be such a wimp. I’m just kidding.Need a hand? You’re going to need to figure out how to get up yourself sooner rather than later. I guess this is where I should tell you to never give up, never surrender and all that other motivational crap, but I’m not going to do that.
CHORUS by Alicia Pfaff
The room filled with tension,
Nerves flying through the air
From one member to the next.
Smiling under the
Crowds’ stares filled
With expectation.