2015-2016 Literary Magazine

WIDE-OPEN SPACES THE GREGG MIDDLE SCHOOL LITERARY AND FINE ARTS MAGAZINE VOLUME IV MAY 2016

About The Gregg Middle School Literary and Fine ArtsMagazine—Wide-Open Spaces—began in the 2012-2013school year as an extracurricular opportunity for studentsto pursue their interests in creative writing, art, and thepublication process. This annual online publicationprovides any student who attends GMS the chance toshare their most honest works without having to conformt o cl a s sr o om r ub r i cs, t e ac he r ’s l e ss on s, an d quit e f r a nk ly,the rules of writing (although we do require no errors ingrammar and spelling). Such freedom is a breath of freshair for our busy students who work tirelessly to excel intheir daily academics. Wide-Open Spaces is produced by Mrs. Kunkelman andthe Literary Magazine Club members who are consideringa f ut ur e in t he cr e at ive ar t s or pu b licat io n f ie l d. Weacce p t al l ge nr e s of pr o se, p oe t r y, a nd ar t . Our v is i on i sto celebrate the idiosyncrasies of being a middle-schoolstudent within the context of its varied landscape, honingin on all of the beauty and chaos. With our aim topublish the best of the best, we hope that you willconsider entering your submission for future publications.

Letter to Readers Dear Readers, The 2015-2016 school year brought on many changes for Gregg Middle School. This year, we replaced our writing program with a new class—Academic Core Extension for ELA and Math—which allowed all of our students to have one-to-one interaction with an ELA and Math content teacher daily, in addition to their core classes. While that did cut time from our writing curriculum, the GMS faculty continued to carve in creative writing opportunities whenever possible. With that said, this year’s issue is a bit shorter from previous years, although the quality of student work is just as excellent. I am very proud of the talented students who contributed to this year’s magazine, and I have advised all of them to continue peering out into the majestic world to find inspiration for their poetry, prose, and art (and I encouraged them to bring back what they find for next year’s edition). In addition to our contributors, I am extremely proud of the Wide-Open Spaces Magazine Crew who worked extremely hard to compile this year’s issue. It has been an honor teaching them the ins and outs of publication, along with watching them grow with each other and work together to create this masterpiece. It is without further delay that I introduce this year’s volume of Wide-Open Spaces. I am confident that you will enjoy—perhaps even connect with—the pieces found within. Yours, Jacquelyn Valencia Kunkelman Literary & Fine Arts Magazine Advisor GMS 6th & 7th Grade English Language Arts*These writings do not reflect the opinions or thoughts of the Literary Magazine nor Gregg Middle School*

Wide-Open Spaces Magazine Crew Austin Brown, 7th Grade: Hi, I’m Austin, and I was drawn to this club by my love for literature and for my love of w r it in g s h or t f ic t i on an d p oe t r y. It is an honor to have been able to work on the magazine. Vin ce n t Tay lo r, 7t h Gr ad e : Gre eting s Earthlings, I am Vincent. I joined because I was already working on another magazine, and felt it just wasn’t enough. I have extreme hyperactivity issues and annoy anyone within a five mile radius. Em m a Tr a c y, 7t h g r a d e : H e l l o, I’ m Emma! I wanted to apply to this club because I love writing and art! I love working with this club...It has been amazing! Grace Farish, 7th grade: Sup! I’m Grace! I came to this club because I love to use computers and do graphic design. This club is awesome and I love being in it!

Wide-Open Spaces Magazine Crew Kaylin Ayres, 6th grade: Hi, I am Kaylin, and I love volleyball! I was drawn to this club, because I love photography! It was an amazing experience! Gabrielle Burris, 6th grade: Hi,I like cats, and I joined the club because I apparently have an artistic eye. I am an anime lover! A l s o, I l ik e t o s it ar ou n d al l d ay. Van e s s a War d , 8t h g r ade : Yo, I’ m Nessa, and I joined because I really e njoy ph ot og r aphy. I r e a d a l ot , an d I also watch anime; I enjoy expressing myself in ways that usually isn’t normal. I have ADHD and I’m very annoying, so yeah. That’s it. Jas on Sh oe n e r, 6 t h g r ade : H e y, I’m Jason, and I joined because I like typing and making friends. This was an amazing experience. #lovetowrite!

CONTENTS P O E T RY Two, 19 Lying On The Floor, 19 Winter, 7 Jonas Had A Depressing Day, 20 Dogs, 7 Stare At My Hands, 20 Home, 7 Music, 8 Crashing Trees, 21 Snow, 8 Darkness, 21 Hunting, 8 Wounded, 22 Clemson, 9 Night, 9 The Camera Moves In, 22 Fire, 9 Her Expression Appeared, 22 Dog, 10 Winter, 10 The Sun Was Shining, 23 Boy, 10 Viola, 11 FICTION Happy, 11 Gymnastics, 11 Wild Eagle, 24 Wranglers, 12 My First Attempt, 25 Basketball, 12 Fun, 12 Last Few Days, 26 Flames, 13 Being Grown-Up, 27 Dog, 13 Better To Give Than To Take, 28 Wolves, 13 Depression, 14 Happy Hour, 29 Safety, 15 Boy Wonders, 30-31 We See More, 15 I’ll Never, 16 Full Circle, 32-34 He Leaned, 16 Injustice For All, 35-37I’m Growing Up To Be Beautiful, 17 The Illusion, 17 ART He Gets Himself Into Trouble, 18 Landscape of Openness, 38 Contemplative Stares, 39 Everything Together, 40 Pink is an Elegant Dress, 41 Summer Night, 42 Henna Art, 43 In My Mind, 44 Lurking, 45

Winter f r ost y, c ol d sledding, snowboarding, skating One of my favorite seasons cooking, playing, swimming hot, sunny Summer K’Dreyhan Townsend Dogs f l uf f y, b ig running, jumping, playing Dogs are very hopeful playing, barking, running small, cute Puppy Ryan Price Home peaceful, quiet relaxing, eating, talking My home sweet homeexperimenting, teaching, learning safe, hard School Sabrina DiPietro

Music fun, loudcomposing, turning, signing I love many songs fading, ending, dying calm, still Silence Micah Hewitt Snow bitter, white falling, covering, masking Yhe snow falls quietlydripping, flowing, invading cold, clear Rain Cole Hein Hunting outdoors, natureseeking, exploring, waiting A peaceful outdoor setting casting, reeling, catching peaceful, calm Fishing Hayden Smith

Clemson humbled, focusedleading, dominating, achieving Bring your own guts trying, working, flying losers, chickens Carolina Nikalya Polin Night silent, starlit sleeping, resting, reflecting South to the North playing, laughing, running loud, bright Day Ashlie Garcia Fire hot, big burning, crackling, shining freezing, splashing, sparkling blue, cold Wa t e r Sydney Griffin

Dog nice, cute running, chasing, playing Dogs are my favorite purring, napping, lying mean, lazy Cat Julianna Richard Winter f r ost y, c ol d skiing, shivering, sledding Time for vacation and family Swimming, tanning, wading Hot, sunny Summer Chandler Lam Boy Smelling, sporty running, throwing, swimming We ge t alo ng s ome t i me scomplaining, chasing, designing pr e t t y, nice Girl Payton Myers

Viola deep, large bowing, playing, listening U p b ow, dow n b ow plucking, tuning, holding small, high Violin Toni Hill Happy wonderful, funny laughing, smiling, cheerful Do n’t wor r y, b e happy crying, whining, upset disappointed, troubled Sad Jhana Galera Gymnastics grace, flexibilitytumbling, vaulting, conditioning strong, fearless, flips, splits falling, running, cheering pe ppy, e nt hu si a st ic Cheerleading L au re n We s t

Wr a n g l e r s proud, cooperativelearning, growing, achievingGrowing faster and strongerchanging, amazing, educated energetic, successful Wr a n g l e r s Ashton Kirkpatrick Basketball fun, cool shooting, passing, dunking Fun to play outside court, hoop, player good, hard Basketball Tavon Johnson, Noe Cruz Fun happy, cool running, jumping, hiding Happy free, sad stuck sitting, resting, seeing sad, lame Boredom David Bord

Flames powerful, shinyburning, swooshing, killing f ir e, e m b e r s, sn ow, h ailfreezing, cracking, slipping clear, reflective Ice Connor Hearn Dog friend, awesome amazing, chewing, playing They are both animals sitting, sleeping, hiding l azy, f l uf f y Cats Lucky Atkinson Wolve s powerful, beautifulhunting, stalking, protecting This circle never ends hiding, surviving, loving agile, brave Elk Me gan We l ch

Depression broken, invisible Thinking, crying, hiding Hurting; they are caringlaughing, smiling, playing joyful, bright Happiness Alyssa Taylor

Safety— a place in life until I die.Asia Kushubar We se e m or e poor and lost. I wonder, will we be free from terrible days? Abebe Peters

I’ll never understand. There was always someone, somewhere,walking fast underneath brightly colored umbrellas. And Underneath, he grinned a wide smile. Jhana Galera He leaned. She felt warmth. A ghostly echo lingered. And shivers moved across her skin. “You’r e r i ght .” H e sm il e d. “But you’re also honest.” With a thoughtful expression, we listened. “Those tunnels all lead down here.” Aya hesitated. “I think we have to go!” Harmon Britton

“I’m growing up to be beautiful.Who are you growing up to be?” She sm ile d. We nodded and stood. “Ter rible.” Kendall Jones The illusion. It is very weird, fairly strange, discovering surprising circumstances. Christian Payton

He gets himself into trouble. I ask myself, But I’m not sure. Images from the fringe, inside me like hiccups.Choking on smoke to keep warm in the winter. I don’t know why she was so willing to abandon that place after she was rescued. S u d d e n l y, I can’t stand to think of h e r. Takiem Smalls

Two dark brown skinned men spit pebbles sl owly. Quanteria White Lying on the floor,working up the nerve to kill himself. “You c oul d h ave die d.” He smiled. “But I didn’t. Taking risks is not being suicidal.” He still sounded suspiciously good-tempered. Th e g ir l w as t h e l ast st r aw. Sabrina DiPietro

He tried to sleep early: the twins are being born. LaShawna Linen Stare at my hands. Able to be kind and pleasant. Immediately push the thought aside. I had forgiven him. Forgiveness is just the continual pushing aside of bitter memories, until time dulls the hurt and the anger. It won’t make me un-forgive you. I j u st n e e d t o k n ow.I guess I feel like it’s the only way I can escape the guilt. Justin Lee

Crashing trees, calling to him. Different colors, light.Watched and color overwhelmed, speeding toward the horizon. He saw an elephant and looked down. Then up, and roared into the empty landscape. Ashley Lonczak Darkness. Light. I let you go, Find a place to hide. Arms outstretched like the wings of a b ir d of p r e y. All games were at night. Ducking lower, r u n n in g qu i c k ly. Anna Kimberling

Wo u n d e d , shocked, somewhat dazed. The camera moves in and we see that the soldier is younger than we first thought. Curtis TruellHer expression appeared not real; like a r umor. No one can figure out the secret. Elijah Muckenfuss

The sun was shining, The hi gh ar c h of b l ue sk y,more brilliant and soft than it was over the moor. Strange and silent, b u t so m e h ow, she di d n ot f e e l l one ly, at all.There seemed to have been grass paths here and there. As she came near, there had once been a flower-bed. She bent very close,and sniffed the fresh scent. Zachary Gillard

Wild Eagle Michael Coates A couple moths ago, my uncle took me to a place inTennessee calle d D ollywood. Dol lywood is a pl ace full offood stands, roller coasters, and all sorts of other rides,but their biggest and most popular one is the Wild Eagle.You h ave t o t h ink , D ol ly wo od is b uil t o n a mo unt ain , s oimagine how high you’re going up. There, I was nervousas can be. My uncle is over here telling me that someonepassed out when they reached the top curve. They weretaking a breath and the air was so fast that it didn’t allowhim to. We we r e se c on d i n line f or t he b ig ge st r olle r c oa st e rin Tenne ssee. Ding went the second victims of this ride. I wasnext! I ran to the middle, but my uncle sat there first so I had tosit on the outside, scared as can be, shaking. My heart pounding.Then, as a shiver went down my spine, the cart said ding. Noturning back now. Thinking “Why did I do this?” the cart wentstraight up. Shaking in my flesh, the cart stopped. Then, a fewseconds later, WOOSH, the car t went straight down. It went up-side down, right side up, sideways, sharp turns, and then the ridewas over. I was screaming with exhilaration. It was amazing. Iwould go back anytime, I told myself.

My First Attempt Tim ot h y We l l in gt on My first attempt at any spor t was soccer. I felt likethat was the sport for me because I love to kick things.This sport was the best team I have ever been on. Butdue t o a n in jur y, I a m n o l o n ge r al o u d t o p l ay so cce r. It all happened in the championship game. Ourteam, The Hurricane Wings, were down by one. Theco ach calle d me in , “T hi s i s it ! We ’r e g oi ng t o b e t ie d ,”I thought while having the ball. Then, all of a sudden,the goalie stuck his leg out and tripped me. Whistleswere blown. Cards were drawn. I lost all hope. Coachb e nche d me a nd t ol d me, “You ’r e not ab l e t o c ome b ackinto the game.” All of a sudden, the coach yelled,“We l l in gt on, you ’r e in f or one pl ay.” T he cor ne r k i ck ,if I can make it, will let us tie. I raised my foot andnailed the ball right in the corner of the goal. In the end, my team won 10-8. It was a good game,b ut unf or t u nat e ly, t he se a ct i ons c au se d me t o h ave b adk ne e s. St il l , I wo n’t l e t t h at ge t i n my way.

Last Few Days Justin Lee My l a st f ew d ay s of s ch o ol mi ght b e cr azy, b ut I l ik eit that way, eve n with all of the drama. On my last day, Ihave always wanted to take a picture with all of myfriends. I’ll have a lot of friends to remember because I'mgoing to be bored without them. I hope I see all of mypast friends as well. I always want to remember people—of all of the good things they did instead of the bad. Butr e al ly, you ca n o nly eve r c ount y our t r ue f r ie nd s on onehand. I only had five cool friends that I talked to, a lot.

Being Grown-Up Angel Vasko Hi. I’m Angel. I’m in the sixth grade. I go to a differ-e n t sc h o ol eve r y ye ar. I h ave g r e a t f r ie n ds an d f am ily. I ’mjust like any other twelve year old. Today, I woke u p, ate breakfast, got re ady and left forschool. After school, I went shopping, then went out toe at , an d t he n l e f t t o go ho me. E ve nt ual ly, I g ot r e a dy f orbed and went to sleep. When I woke up, everything was very strange and kindof s c ar y. M y st e p m o m d i dn’t w ak e m e u p ; I wa s in t h esame house but no one was there; I got a Remind on myphone that work is at three; I had a ring on my finger, andt h e n I h e ar d a b ab y c r y.

Better to Give than to Take Ashlie Garcia In December, my three year old cousin was sick. I went tocheck on him and my aunt said that the doctor told her it was just afever. Over the next couple of weeks, it seemed that he was just get-ting worse. The doctors said he was fine though. The next week, my parents said we were going to visit some-one. So my family and I were in the car and then we parked. My sis-ter and I realized we weren't at a friends house: we were at the hos-pital! I followed my parents inside and we walked into a hospitalroom. I couldn’t believe it: I looked around the room and I saw mythree year old cousin in the hospital bed with wires on him. Thedoctor told us it wasn’t “just a fever,” but that he had pneumoniawhich means you have trouble breathing. Next thing I know, I wasin the hospital visiting my cousin on Christmas Eve. Unfortunately,I had to go home. My parents said they had a surprise for me and itwas a puppy! I was happy, but I asked my parents if we could goback to the hospital. We got there and I knew my little cousin al-ways wanted a puppy, so I gave him the puppy and I told him thatthe puppy’s name is Hope. That Christmas, I realized that it’s better to give than to take.The next week after, I gave my cousin the puppy. His parents hadenough money for his surgery, and by New Years Eve, he was fine.Since then, I would rather give then take. And whenever I see mycousin, I give him big hugs and tell him I love him.

Happy Hour Ethan Motley My favorite hour that I would love to relive wasin C r o at i a . On my e l eve nt h b ir t h d ay, we dr ove f r o mVicenza, Italy to Croatia. Aside from my familycoming, my friends tagged along as well. When wearrived at our spot that we were supposed to snorkelat, I dove in and went to check around the littlebeach for any sea life. Did I mention the water wascrystal clear and you could see all sorts of life on theseafloor? I saw fish, jellyfish, sea urchins, and a cor-al reef filled with vibrant colors, stripes, and pat-t e r ns. When my dad finally got in the water, we swamout t o a t i ny i sl a nd f if t e e n minut e s away. Whe n wegot there, we looked for all types of things—evensh ar k s! We eve n s aw a wat e r sn a k e swi mm in g. Onour way back, out of the corner of my dad’s eye, hespotted a big school a fish.

Boy Wonders Anna Feeters One cold, clear night in 1998, a little boy wasb or n . H i s n am e wa s C h ar l ie Mc C ar t hy. C h ar l ie wa s anor mal little boy, with nor mal friends, family —andmost of all, a nor mal life. His parents, Mr. and Mrs.McC ar t hy, owne d a b i g h ou se, wi t h seve r al m ai d s. The r ewas a certain maid whose name was Ellen, who lovedCharlie so much, and was always telling him these ridic-ulous stories about make believe lands, and make be-lieve friends. Charlie had always pondered these stories,so t h at ' s h ow he g ot hi s n a me, \" B oy Wo n de r.\" When Charlie turned six years old, his parents de-ci de d t o se n d him t o sch o ol . S a dl y, C h ar l ie was a ve r yanti-social person, so it was hard for him to makefriends. His parents found out about Charlie's anti -social life, and decided to keep an eye on him. When Charlie ar r ive d home from school that day,Ellen was waiting for him in his bedroom to tell him\"brainwashing\" stories that made him think that his on-ly f r ie n ds we r e t h e p e op l e in t h e st or y. C h ar l ie a n d E l -len didn't know they were being spied on, so they kepton playing, and telling stories until it was late at night. Continued on next page...

Fin al ly, whe n t he g r e at g r an df at h e r cl ock st r uck 1 0o’clock the McCarthy parents bust out of their hiding spotand yelled at the maid to le ave. Meanwhile downst air s, Mr.McCarthy had fired Ellen. Mrs. McCarthy was trying tocalm Charlie down and tell him that everything Ellen hadtold him was not true; Charlie was traumatized. The nextmorning, Charlie was a totally different kid. He didn’t talkto anyone and was even more anti-social than before. Char-lie’s parents decided it would be a good idea to hire a newnan ny, b ut whe n t he y int r o du ce d t he ide a t o C har l ie, hef lipped out. That night, Mr. McC ar thy and his wife had adinner party to attend. Charlie, of course, panicked be-cause his parents rarely left him, and when they did, Ellenwas with him, but now Ellen was no longer there. Mrs. McCarthy was getting all dressed up when shes aw hi m a nd a sk e d “Ye s?” C h ar l i e came u p t o he r an d st ub -bornly told her that he was going to bed for the night. Hisparents looked doubtfully at each other, then went upstairsto tuck him in for the night, to say goodbye, and to makesure his night light was on; without it, he would wakeup. Just when they went to kiss him good bye, the grandfa-ther clock struck nine. The babysitter knocked softly on thedoor as they scurried down the stairs just in time to openit. “May I see him?” she asked in an awfully quiet voice.“Ye s,” Mr s. Mc Car t hy r e plie d. S o up t he sa me ol d st a ir sonce again, and into the room, “Is he the one?” She askedin her tiny voice.

Full Circle Jesi Smith \"The fifth chair ended up in France...\" Bacon sizzled on the hot stove, popping, and bubbling in the pan. My stomach grumbled, and I looked hungrily towards the plate-full of ba-con. The bacon was sitting next to my sister, who happened to be cooking it on a warm, Autumn morning. Creeping towards the plate of bacon, I snatched a piece of it, until it was smacked out of my hand. \"Ow!\" I yowled as I rubbed mystinging hand. \"Don't touch the bacon Lexi!\" my sister yelled. \"Jeez! Don't leave it on the table then!\" I gr umbled. Sulking towards the soft couch, I plopped myself down,lazily eyeing the reporter has they talked on the screen. Heh.Imagine having THAT weather job. Be standing out in the freezingcold. Our dog, Maxwell, turned in his sleep, making a rustlesound as he tur ned over. My Calico cat was curled up in Fa-ther's chair, her tail tickling her nose. I still have to feed youMel. Looking around for father, I saw he was nowhere insight. Tur ning towards my sister, I asked in one of my annoy-ing tones that Alex hates the most. \"Where's Father?\" \"Who knows? I think he is out back.\" \"Eh.\" Looking back towards my hand, a red mark had formed,and I gave the evil eye towards Alex. Let me start over againwith my name and stuff, shall we? Continued on next page...

Hi, my name's Lexi, and I live in a three-storyh ou se ou t in t h e c ou n t r y. I h ave on e do g, w h om y ou 'vekind of met, and my calico cat, Mel. My sister, Alex, is abig push-over, and she's normally a gr ump. My mother,Elizabeth, is 33 years old, and my father, Chris is 35years old. I love my family just like you, but they can be-come a big pain. I'm thirteen, and tall. I have oddly col-ored eyes, which are a light pur ple col or. A n y w ay. .. c a n we ge t b ac k t o t h e st or y ? Ton ight is Halloween . I know I'm a little old to gotrick-or-treating, so normally I hand out candy at myfriend's house. Walking over, her little sister was r unningeverywhere in the house in a witch costume, screaming.\" H e y, Lex i!\" my f r ie nd c al l e d a s she wal k e d t owar ds me.\" H e y,\" I an swe r e d b ack , l ook in g ar oun d f or t he c an dybowl. Mari's little sister ran into the couch, her witchhat fall ing off and ont o the f loor. \"Is there a reason sheis screaming?\" I asked, intrigued. \"Oh, our mom told hershe couldn't go trick-or-treating with her friends, and shewould have to go with her. Now she's screaming becauseshe wants to go with her friends.\" \"Em?\" Continued on next page...

Walking out to the back -yar d, something caught myeye, something blue. The blue of my mother's eyes: eyesI had not seen since she was last alive. \"Mother?\" Isqu a nde r e d out as i nne r f r ig ht e sc ape d my b o dy. \" Whydidn't you save me?\" Her voice weak and strong at thesame time. \"Lex!\" my friend asks as she shakes me backto reality, \"What was that?\". Emma saw what I hadseen; an apparition of my de ad mot her. She was mur-dered—or at least that’s what I believe. No suspect hadever been accused, and no traces of evidence pointed toany sort of explanation. They believed the murderer tobe The Inter national Date -Line Killer. He was inf amousfor killings all around the world. He would always leavetheir bodies—mutilated and destroyed—in kitchenchairs. My mother was the fourth killing that he haddone this practice with. I was the one who found her inour kitchen. She had been missing at that point for fourmonths. I would never be the same. After Emma and I relaxed. we went for a walk. Thelast walk I would take. The killer had found the daugh-ter of his most infamous victim. Emma was killed soonafter he kidnapped us. I was tortured for two months be-fore we flew to France. There he finally did it; he killedme. He placed my lifeless body on a chair. He then tookme to a house, and let me rot. The family found me justlike I had found my mom. Isn’t it funny how thingscome full circle?

Injustice For All Nadia Crawford \"Four score and seven years ago, our fathers broughtfor th on this continent a new nation conceive d in liber ty,and dedicated to proposition that all men are createdequal.\" Abraham Lincoln said those very words during theGettysburg Address, and he meant them. Notice PresidentLincoln \"proposition\" meaning that it was said that every-one is equal, but the he questions whether or not, in socie-t y, we m ak e it t r ue. I ask , \" Ju st ic e f or A l l ?\" On August 28, 1963, Dr. Martin Luther King Jr. Saidin his own words, \"But one hundred years later, the Negrois not free. One hundred years later, the life of the Negrois still sadly crippled by the manacles of segregation andthe chains of discrimination. One hundred years later, theNegro lives on a lonely island in the midst of poverty of ava st o ce a n of m at e r ial pr ospe r it y. One hundred years later, the Negro is still languishe din the corners of American society and finds himself in ex-ile in his own land.\" King preaches that even though Afri-can Americans have been liberated from the horrors ofsl ave r y, we ar e st il l t r ap pe d an d hi d de n f r o m o ur n at ur a lrights as humans. I ask, \"Justice for All?\" Continued on next page...

Thomas Jefferson wrote in our very own Declaration ofIndependence from the control of Britain, \"But when a longtrain of abuses and usurpations, pursuing invariably the sameobject evinces a design to reduce them under absolute despot-ism it is their right, it is their duty to throw off such Govern-ment...\" So he states that if a group of people are not beingtreated with the same respect and equality, they have the rightt o r ise up an d ch a nge t he sy st e m or g ove r nme nt . We h ave h adwars, revolutions, rebellions, peaceful and violent movementsfull of people doing their duty to change the way of doingthings, but still people get arrested, hurt, or even killed justfor exercising basic God given rights. So, again I ask,\"Justicefor All?\" Government equality will not come until we have sociale qu al it y. In A m e r i c a , t h e ave r age p e r son c an n ot go a s in gl eday without saying or hearing something racist or offensive toa ce r t ai n g r ou p of pe ople. We b lin dly s ay a nd /or t ole r at ethese things without thinking. People are blindly persecutedag a in st , mo st ly b e ca use of one phy si cal ch ar act e r ist ic. Wecomment on things people can't change about themselves, liker ac e, ge n de r, a ge, e t h n ic it y, an d sex u al it y. A s a u n it e d c o u n -t r y, we s ho ul d n ot f ocu s on t ho se t hi n gs. We sh oul d l o ok att he p e r son al it y, suc ce ss, h i st or y, an d t he p ot e nt i al of a p e r s onbefore building stereotypes. Continued on next page...

Everyday people are hurt and/or killed because theyaren't getting the equality and rights they deserve as hu-man b e in g s. Yo u c an r e co g nize t he e f al l e n f i ght e r s, b u twhen will we recognize who have not yet fallen? I ask,\"Justice for All?\" Today we w ill n ot fight war s against the difference,but we will fight against the hatred and injustice towardsthem. As long as we may stand we won't forget that wear e n't dif f e r e nt . We ar e in divi d ual s t h at st an d as one. Ino longer ask. I demand! \"JUSTICE FOR ALL!\"

Landscape of Openness Ross Newton

Contemplative Stares Hollie Dillion

Ever ything Together Sabrina DePietro

Pink is an Elegant Dress Alina Gonzalez

Summer NightAbby Quandt

Henna ArtAlexa Moore

In My MindBishop Colucci

LurkingJanay Guy

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