Sunny Realm of the Butterfly Katie Shoup Class of 2024 Photography
Familiar Fears Isabel Elliott Class of 2025 Poetry
Familiar Fears Isabel Elliott Class of 2025 Poetry
Familiar Fears Isabel Elliott Class of 2025 Poetry
Cows in the Pasture Kaleb Cancro Class of 2024 Black and White Photography
More Light Aiyanna Middleton Class of 2023 Poetry Beauty overtook the hearts and Daylilies blossomed along the road. In the spring, They had more light
Sword Wielder Kenley Wilson Class of 2025 Drawing
Strangest Dream in History Brice Brinson Class of 2024 Poetry I. “Why?” I asked. Silence. No answer I didn’t like waking up. I didn’t know what was controlling my body. I blacked out. II. Then, something seemed to explode, a great noise. A man shouted from behind and charged. My God, it happened too fast. “Wait. There’ll be another one in a minute.” III. I swung at him. He sat down on the pavement. I felt I must hit him. Someone poured water on my head “Oh, I was dreaming.”
Sunset Mindsets Corin Chrapkiewicz Class of 2023 Photography
Curiosity Carli Chesser Class of 2025 Poetry Behind the door is curiosity.
Love is Important Aiyanna Middleton Class of 2023 Narrative Essay Growing up, I saw people fall out of love with each other. I would always say “I love you” to loved ones but I always felt weird saying those three words. Whenever someone would tell me that they loved me, I would hesitate to say it back. Love is important in life; it brings people together and shows people that they have someone they can count on. Simply telling a family member or a loved one that you love them can go a long way. My family has had their ups and downs; they even would stop talking to each other for some time or they would say something mean to one another, but at the end of the day, they know that they are still family no matter what. It’s crucial to have yourself surrounded by love, especially through the rough times in life. Leaving elementary school and going into middle school was a little bit of a challenge for me. Most of the people I talked to were leaving and going to a different middle school than I was. My whole 6th grade year I felt alone in school because I didn’t really know anyone and was too scared to meet any- one. When I went to 7th grade, I met two people who just transferred from a different school. They didn’t know anyone, so I was kind of like their only friend. As I got to know them and started hanging out with them more, we instantly clicked and became close friends. We still have a strong bond and have a lot of love for each other to this day. Being a little girl, I was always curious on what it felt like to be in a long-lasting relationship with someone. To me, love isn’t just a word, it has a powerful meaning behind it. Love means being patient, caring for each other, being able to trust someone, and supporting them through everything. No one can see love, but we can feel it. I have been surrounded by love my whole life. I strongly be- lieve in love and I know that it can survive through anything. Over the years, I have lost some very important people in my life who made me feel loved. Whenever I hear that someone close to me has passed away, I dream about them. I think about all the times we spent together and how they have impacted me as an individual. It is hard going on through life without them. Even though they are gone, I know that they still love me the same and I will continue to constantly think about them. Those memories will never be forgotten, and I’ll always remember them. Love comes in many different forms, like family, friends, and relationships. Being surrounded by love my whole life has taught me that I should accept myself for who I am as a person. Without love I honestly don’t know where I would be today; it has gotten me through so much in my short 16 years of living. In 1 Corinthians 13:7, it says “Love never gives up, never loses faith, is always hopeful, and endures through every circumstance.” This quote defines what I think of love and how I feel about love.
Abandoned Carli Chesser Class of 2025 Poetry The abandoned people lay in hardships
Voices Lacey Wilson Class of 2024 Poetry I exit saying goodbye. I looked in the rearview mirror, Standing there, Waving At me. Once I pulled over My heart raced I haven’t yet been drunk Just distorted My head. I had Voices? Inside my head? Late hour streets. Empty. That voice… I listened, afraid. Silence. Mystery gone. Something happened to my brain I never should have trusted. I recognized the ones they’d taken. The name. The address. The body bank. My DNA.
Monochopsis Precilla Cornish Class of 2023 Digital Art
J-Duh's Here Miracle Thicklen Class of 2023 Short Story It had been the beginning of October when Yianni joined J-duh's class. He'd stood up, stiff as a board, at the front of the classroom and intro- duced himself, as most stu- dents did. Only he wasn't like other students, at least, not to J- duh. He'd told the class he was from Greece, and he had an ac- cent and name to prove it. J- duh wasn't really familiar with Greek culture, other than the white togas and the wine. He was given the open seat next to J-duh. Ever since that day, J-duh had spent hours sneak- ing furtive glances at his face. After weeks of close examination, she concluded that he was perfect. She'd come to adore the way his brown hair cascaded perfectly down past his chin, the way his perfect brown eyes flickered between the whiteboard and his notebook, and the way his cheeks flushed a perfect pink whenever he had to give a talk in front of the class. After a while, J-duh grew tired of staring from the shadows. She steeled herself before stammering, \"Hey, I don't know if you remember, but my name is J-duh...I was wondering--if it's okay with you--if we could, maybe hang out sometime?\" Yianni looked at her. \"I'm sorry, my pappoús says I'm not allowed to hang out with people like you.\" At first, J-duh wasn't sure if she'd heard him correctly. His expression was so calm, so neutral as if what he'd said was completely normal. \"People like me?\" She repeated. Yianni's eyes wandered over her person, as if he was searching for one thing to point out among the many things that were wrong with her. Subconsciously, J-duh wrapped her cardi- gan tightly in front of her body.
His eyes settled on the dyed light blue ends of her black hair. \"You shouldn't do that to your hair, you know,\" He said, \"what was wrong with the way God made it?\" \"What? I, uh, I don't know, I just…did it.\" She stammered, unsure of what to say. \"Where I come from, respectable girls don't dress like….that.\" He plowed on, eyeing her black lipstick, her plunging neckline, her pleated skirt and black fishnets. \"But, I think if you toned it down a notch, you might actually be cute.\" He added before grab- bing his stuff and leaving. J-duh sat there, stunned and unsure of what to do. No one had ever said anything like that to her before. But perhaps Yianni was right. Yianni had only come to their school a few weeks ago and he was already quite popular. J-duh, however, had been going there for years and she didn't really have any friends. Could her appearance have been the cause all along? As she stared at her reflection in the mirror the following morning, J-duh wondered if Yianni had meant it when he said she would look cuter if she \"turned it down a notch\". She picked up the tube of black lipstick, before thinking better of it. She chose a subtle pink lip gloss instead. When it came time to re-dye her hair, she told her mother she would wear her natural color for a while. She did away with the tube tops and the mini skirts, opting for more feminine blouses and floral wedges. One day, as J-duh was examining her reflection in the little mirror she kept stashed in her locker, she noticed Yianni come up behind her. \"You look very nice today.\" Yianni told her. \"Uh, thanks.\" She replied. Her voice was cool, calm, and collected, but her heightened heart rate told a different story. \"So….some friends and I are gonna head to the mall after school. You wanna come?\" He asked. J-duh smiled despite herself. \"Uh, sure. I just have to check with my mum and see if it's okay.\" \"Fair enough,\" He replied, \"I'll see you in class.\" J-duh had a great time at the mall. She wondered to herself, if this was what having friends was like. Everyone was really nice, but at times she felt as if she couldn't truly express herself the way she wanted to. Yianni's friends didn't really seem like they were the kind of people who'd have similar interests or who would get her dark sense of humor. They asked J-duh to hang out again the following week, and the week that followed that one, and the week after that. J-duh and Yianni even started going out like she'd wanted. Tonight, she was having dinner with his family. She dolled herself up in front of her bedroom mirror, hoping to make a good impression. She fixed her hair in a ponytail, adjusted the sleeves of her simple, beige dress, and slipped her feet into some matching ballet flats.
When she was finished getting ready, she stared at herself in the mirror for a few minutes, making sure she looked perfect. Out of the corner of her eye, she realized an old photo had been placed on her desk. Proba- bly by one of her siblings—she's told them to keep out of her room! The light blue hair of the girl it depicted was so loud she couldn't help but notice it. J-duh glanced from her reflection to her photo a couple of times. She found it hard to believe the two girls were one in the same. She realized she'd come to miss her blue hair, if only a little. It may not have looked good, but she'd had fun dyeing it herself. She brushed those thoughts away. She didn't have time for them now. When she stepped out of her mum's car, Yianni was waiting for her on the front porch. Light poured out of the front doorway and she was greeted with the smells of his homeland. \"Hey J-duh, you look great!\" Yianni exclaimed, giving her a quick peck on the cheek. \"Hey, you guys, J-duh's here!\" He called inside. A tall, tanned woman was the first to exit the house. \"Welcome to our home, J-duh. I'm Yianni's sister, Miranda.\" Before J-duh could reply, the woman pulled her into a firm embrace. \"Sorry,\" She said when she pulled away, \"I'm just really excited that someone new is joining our family!\" And before J-duh could say anything to that, more family members flooded out of the house, eager to embrace J-duh. She found it strange at first, but she got used to it. She thought that her transformation was worth it, if it meant she got all the hugs in the world. \"Shall we?\" Yianni offered his arm after everyone was done bombarding her with affection. J-duh nodded, placing her hand on his arm. \"We shall.\"
Hanging in the Woods Lacey Wilson Class of 2024 Poetry Keep calm. I was blindsided. Cara. Hanging. Your parents never Cared. Eighteen. Her face shifts, her brows pull, Lips twitch. “I really want to stay It would mean so much to me, I think you should join.” We could both live. Why would I ever want to do it? She forgotten who I am. She… I decide I’m not joining in the woods. Something in her expression darkens. There are secrets behind her eyes. “Safe?” Safe from what?
The Goat Kaleb Cancro Class of 2024 Photography
Artwork, Cover by Aniyah Mack Poem, Lexi Lettau The Swamp Fox He crept along the outer banks, Maroon fur glistening in the sun beams, Tranquility surrounded him, And provided peace. Up ahead, something caught his eye, A Cyprus had collapsed, Right over his bog. He vaulted onto it, Eyes narrowed to the water, Looking for something, anything, But to no avail. Crack! A sound up ahead, He sprung to cover beneath the cattail, Ears pricked, eyes widened, A cottontail frolicked toward him, He licked his muzzle, A quick leap was all it took, And dragged the carcass down the outer banks.
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