~Jacob, Class of 2029 One crisp day in late October a tallish, thin kid named Kevin Norton read a book called “Fact or fiction? Does worshiping evil bad guys make them come alive?” Kevin thought this was a bunch of lies, so he showed it to his shorter, wider friend...
~Colin Cull, Class of 2028 O’ Eraser you are so rubbery,You make me feel happy when I remove my mistakes- With your elastic texture and pink colors, Your eraser shavings do sadden me. With each shaving, a part of you is lost- One day, a pencil poked a hole through...
In perspective of Xiomara ~Joseph Blake, Class of 2026 The Fury of Frustration In perspective of Xiomara I’m in the hallway Punching the boy against the locker The boy who put his hands on me The boy who touched me When I didn’t wish to be touched When that boy...
~Tye Reesey, Class of 2026 On the fieldin the gamethe sun on the back of my neckstaring across the field with horror in my eyeswatching the opposing team take shots, one by one. and just barely missing,watching the ball flying through the air and counting on my goalie...
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