{ the student voice of HHS }
I was sitting and staring down at the marble floor just below my feet inside the courthouse and wondering if it was possible for the ground to actually collapse out from under me. I caught my grandfather’s gaze from across the room. He was staring somewhere around my feet, not concentrated on anything, just lingering and departed from everything that was around him.
I asked him if he knew where he was.
He sighed and said he just watched his little girl go away for a very long time.
So there I was in front of the class, my turn to present next. Of all days to give a presentation for a final project, it had to be January 26th two years ago, my sophomore year. My birthday. The report was on a novel and we had to make a poster about it. My novel was The Count of Monte Cristo by Alexandre Dumas. In my mind, everything that could possibly go wrong, would. The nerves were already getting to me and they were only getting worse. We’ve all had those moments before a presentation. You got butterflies and all that good stuff, and you desperately hoped it would be postponed somehow.
Breathe.
Just use your note cards. If anything, you’ll lose just a few points for reading directly off them. No big deal.
HOMECOMING
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The day was a normal fun filled day with Tío Lupe flipping burgers and cooking Carne Asada on the grill with a cold Corona. Manuel, Baby Joey, and David were trying to rap and the clapping of my little cousins was encouraging them. As usual all the tías were gossiping about who is getting a divorce, and who would get married next.
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This is inescapable pain. This pain burns. It freezes you in your tracks. This pain is a cold that somehow burns, singes hair on the back of your neck. It is never a sudden feeling, but it grows. It starts at your skin and works its way to your core. You feel its pressure rising and expanding in your chest, in deep gasps for air, but you can’t control it.
It was a cool yet sunny day, a contrast to what last week’s game was. With Union entering the field, it was about to be a sharp contrast e in the score as well. With our adrenaline rush and pride flowing through our blood from beating Enumclaw just the other week, HHS Football was pumped up and confident.