Elementia school

Writing

Behind the Glass

By Olivia Danner

It’s 10 pm on a cold-for-California winter night, and there’s nothing I want to do more than to leave the ice cream shop. I drag the mop along the floor behind me, letting its weight act as an excuse for my lack of movement.


Letters from College

By Megan Schrek

Hey, I miss you

School started yesterday and I really couldn’t stand You not being there

They had a pasta bar in the cafeteria The germs wouldn’t mesh well with your hypochondria, But the butter noodles were okay


Friends

By Alexa Newsom

Tissues. Litter my floor. Scraps of Paper. Crumpled and overflowing my recycling bin. Eraser bits. Cover my desk until the pale wood looks black.


Fitting In

By Lucas Throckmorton

I wanted to be like everyone else, Smart, funny, cool. But when do things cross the line, From funny to mean, Or even me to them?

But recently, It grew harder not to cross the line.  Harder to fit in.


Never a Child

By Zoë Christianson

A class clown attempted murder today. A mother’s little boy, a child’s best friend, a teacher’s beloved terror, stood over the monster who raised his freckly faced son like the animal he’d become, clutching a knife.


Oh Snow

By Jack Stelzer

Snow is deceiving. It likes to play hard-to-get. Like so many other things in life, I have developed a love-hate relationship with the whole idea of snow. The “dog days” of summer reach their finale, the leaves start falling, and everyone excitedly awaits the first snowfall.


Graduation

By Margot Newcomer

Standing on this stage, my life flashing before My eyes, I remember a time of Youthful Bliss where the impossible was possible.

Singing sweet melodies to Snow White and The Wicked Witch, six with fans hanging On to my every Judy Garland high note.


Thoughts on High School

By Julia Marquez

What is the point of pep rallies? Is anyone actually, genuinely enthusiastic? I find it much easier to believe that, seeing as we’re teenagers, we’re all just faking it, in an ironic sort of way.

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First Step into High School

By Abbey Mock

Walking down The hall of my high school, The stares, Judging, The whispers, Telling lies of the truth, Tears cause by, Always and forever, Gone, Hurt by you, Love turning to hate, The drama, Coming alive, Not just in the movie, Perfection, At its best, Finally turning ugly, Friends turning agains


The Maple Tree

By Ramya Chilappa

Marina Green had always been the epitome of normal. She got good grades, but they were nothing phenomenal. She was pretty enough, but no great beauty. She had friends (did one count?), but was nowhere near a social butterfly.


Discourse on School

By Anonymous

Kids can’t win.   


Moving

By Anonymous

I walk through halls, the halls of a school.  It’s a lot different than it was Just five weeks ago.

I now know quite a few kids now, They thought of me as the new kid, The outsider, I don’t know if they still do.


Ordinary School Girl

By Hridya Kakumanu

I am an ordinary school girl, I have homework, I have assignments, I have essays, and I have tests.

I have lots of things to do, lots of places to be, lots of goals to accomplish, lots of deadlines to make, and lots of things to think about.


MAP Testing

By Stephanie Kontopanos

“Take all the time you need,” They said. But now I’d much rather be in bed, Because I’m 76 today. My life is beginning to fade away. “Take all the time you need,” They said. I hope you’re happy. Now I’m dead.


room 502

By Amanda Pendley

If time could be measured in words I would handwrite novels until my knuckles bled Analyze every single piece written by Steven King twice Type poems so complex so that the meaning gets lost Construct every screenplay to give you the ending you deserve Switch my major to songwriting and throw in