DONNA: I have no idea how he did. PHILLIP: He said you wrote my number down on a slip of paper in your dresser. DONNA: Oh! Yes, I did. How silly of me… PHILLIP: So, how was your day? DONNA: Oh, it was great. A bit emotional, but it was something I was looking forward to. PHILLIP: That’s great. There is a HONKING sound from outside. Donna goes to the door, opens it and waves to Missus Jones’ leaving car. PHILLIP: Any reason he called me in particular? DONNA: Nothing I can think of. PHILLIP: Are you sure? DONNA: Well, you have been on my mind recently. I guess I must’ve said that around Will. PHILLIP: flattered. I’ve been on your mind… DONNA: When you meet someone, someone that’s interesting, usually they linger in your mind here and there and you just so happened to -- PHILLIP: We met 2 months ago. DONNA: We did… PHILLIP: Yeah, and we’ve talked to each other pretty often since then. DONNA: Well, you are a very intelligent person, and you’ve just given me a good impression. PHILLIP: coming closer. That’s the thing about you, Donna. You always say what you don’t mean inside. It always feels like you’re hiding something when we talk. DONNA: I don’t mean to make you feel that way. 50
PHILLIP: So, go ahead Donna -- say what you’ve always wanted to say. DONNA: Right now? PHILLIP: Right now. DONNA: Okay. Phil, I really like you. You’re a fair guy, I think you are a very smart individual, you and I connect very well, and I’d like you to take me out to dinner. PHILLIP: That wasn’t so hard now, was it? DONNA: Then you will? PHILLIP: taking her by the hand. Why not? PHILLIP and DONNA EXIT. CURTAIN 51
“The Four Stages Of Healing” By: Ariel Yarmus I What is sound If I know not what the right thing to hear is? I love the sound of your voice But I also loathe hearing it. Existence is beautiful Without you. I wish I could know you again Before you became who you are. I have a hate relationship with time love It took away. II Am I allowed to grieve If what I have lost is still there? not feeling is also an option. But who am I to say what is wrong or What is right when you are. Here. III You used to sing songs to me and somehow I listened. But the songs very quickly grabbed at my soul and tore it in four. Part of me died then. You left fragility in the form of a flower. So there would be growth And somehow, it is Tragically Beautiful. But who’s to say what is beautiful 52
and what is tragic? So I let myself live in return. IV Like the lingering whisper of your loud footsteps I exist. But not in the way that you did. Your presence was bold but I do not want to be loud like you. To be bold is to plant my feet in the soft earth and to allow That same flower, fragile, to grow again strong. What is resilience if not for myself? So I sing in the way that you did one, I am here I am here I am here. 53
Leaving By: Ariel Yarmus I’m headed out And I’m taking myself with me. What is life if not for myself? -So I fly 54
Pit Stop By: Ariel Yarmus I need to stop And douse my car in everything that erases the memory of you. But that is impossible, So I sip the water of my youth. It travels through my body, cleansing-- Me of the bitterness you have embedded in each and every little vein as the water tickles me-- Pink again. But you are still. Here. -So I sip some more 55
Here By: Ariel Yarmus Is still a work in progress. -So I grow 56
There’s A Bonus Stage By: Ariel Yarmus of falling in love with life again. Like a sweet lamb, just a few hours old, a coy grin painted across its face, lapping up the newfound sunshine and warmth. Its soft auburn-brown spots live on each little crevice of its tiny wooly Innocent Vulnerable Body. The spots are imperfect like you. -So I love them 57
Get to know our Authors! Maggie Diaz Maggie is quite new to the world of writing and poetry but is loving every minute of it. She hopes to continue with more poems and one day have a book printed with her work in it. She wants to thank everyone who takes their time to read her work. Pearl Goldman aka Majora Majora lives with two parents and three cats. Their room is off-limits and usually kept in an organized mess. They started reading in kindergarten, got their glasses in first grade, and started writing in 6th grade. The kid in green The kid in green loves to write. Like, she LOVES to write. Like, they have so many characters and universes and plotlines, and then there’s the poems which occasionally might hit just a little bit too close to home. Only sometimes, though. She swears it. :) She also likes making terrible puns. Terrible in the sense of cruelly ironic, as well as ones that are just plain bad. As a side note, she also enjoys drawing her characters. She also wants to thank her best friend Nat for proofreading her pieces. Rebecca Moctezuma Rebecca comes from a small family that originated far away. She grew up in a cozy apartment in the most diverse city. Although it may be dirty, Queens would always have a special place in her heart. Before high school started, she moved to a small town named Highland Mills, where she attends CCHS. She enjoys reading psychological books, as well as mangas, and loves to watch crime shows. She is also a yass enthusiast. Arianna Nieves Arianna is a shy extrovert that uses writing as a way of comfortably expressing herself. She comes from a diverse neighborhood in Queens and moved to Cornwall in August of 2018. She hopes to broaden her writing portfolio and although she will not further her writing career in college, it will always be a part of her. 58
Mia Pagano Mia Pagano resides in a town named Cornwall. It's a small–unheard of unless you live within fifteen miles of it–town which has inspired her writing due to the incredible scenery it holds. Located in the Hudson Valley, Mia's favorite escape is to go outside and write in the mountains, whether it be overlooking a lake, trees, or slightly terrifying cliff. Her writing is her escape, and she often escapes to write. If you’re one day hiking and you hear a rustle in the bushes, don’t worry, it’s just Mia escaping. Or a bear. Actually, you should probably be the one escaping. Sydnee Patak When Sydnee was little she wanted to be an author, a novelist in fact. Then she grew more and learned more and realized the life of self made deadlines and world building could be a part of her life, but it could not be the center of it. She wanted to say something about the world, make a difference, but her heart still belonged to words. So now she’s turned to journalism and hopes one day to make it her study. And yet, she will always create stories and always dream up scenes, and she will always seek out the escape that only her most creative mind can offer. Benjamin K. Regenbaum Benjamin was born on October 26, 2005 to the perfect, yet typical upper middle class family. Raised by a lawyer and a pharmacist, Ben was founded on the basis of knowledge, integrity, and persistence. While his family's separation significantly challenged him, these values stuck with, and ultimately saved him. Recently, however, writing has struck a chord with Ben, as it is a great way for him to express his thoughts as well as his experiences. He hopes that others find the same solace in his works that he has found. Jordan Suralie Jordan Suralie is a writer from Brooklyn who enjoys writing screenplays and standard plays. He joined the writing club to put his skill to good use and get an opportunity to present his work to a wider audience. Ariel Yarmus Ariel is a senior at CCHS and has been a member of the writing club since her sophomore year. She loves to write and read poetry and different genres of literature. Though she will not be pursuing the art in college next year, she plans to continue to turn to the art whenever she can. Ariel would like to thank her family and friends for supporting her and her writing! 59
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