2017 Everglades Literary Magazine by Everglades High School

The Everglades Literary Magazine Spring 2017, Volume IV

Letter from the Editor

Sincerely,

Ayanna Stark

Editor-in-Chief

Class of 2017

Cover Photo: Julia M. Garcia (Class of 2017)

A World of My Own 8

Mental Patient 201 Out Leane Leclerc

The White Rose

Alexander Morales 10

Fatum

Keely Fetter 11

Her Voice

Raul Nodal 12

A Family Gathering Catarina Alvarez 13

A Child of Memories

Yvette Pratdesaba

Ayanna Stark 15

To Be Authentic Seiya Vans 16

Bully

Abbi Dixon 17

A Gruesome Departure Aaryn Wright 18

Her

Myriam Acosta 19

An Ode to the Spring Season Jalyn Hollis 20

The Yellow Butterfly

Yvette Pratdesaba

For Her 30

Mad House 22

The Cops

Brianna Cone 23

I am Sonnet-less Noureen Virani 24

Ode to Traveling Jasmin Jordan 25

An Ode to Beauty Jordaan Whylie 26

Ode to my God

Kamarla Wallace 27

Journey to My Palette Brianna Cone 28

An Ode to Books

Yasmeen Julemiste 29

The Golden Time of Civilization

Mark Lema

Soleil LaForte 31

Haiku Collection

Catarina Alvarez 34

Alex in the Dragon’s Lair Emilio Flores 37

High School Chaos Danatte Gonzalez

Girls Education

Samyukta Radhaknishnan 42

Hummingbirds

Meagan Suris & Andres Reyes

Day & Night

Jayla Wyche 44

The Ant & The Elephant Paola Huerta

Angelica Ramon & Lauren Diaz 46

Don’t Mess with The Game Gabriella Caprice 49

Why Me?

Megan Newhart 53

Holiday Lights Showdown Melissa Salvatore 57

When Stars Fly

Justine Voldimor,

Ashley Urquhart & Samantha Quiroz 72

Art by Everglades Students

We don't read and write poetry because it's cute. We read and write poetry because we are members of the human race. And the human race is filled with passion.

â&#x20AC;&#x201D; Robin Williams as John Keating Dead Poets Society

POETRY

“Mental Patient 201 Out” Leane Leclerc (Class of 2020)

Fear creeps over me, My heart beating fast, Hands pulling me from behind Yells and yells is all that can come out, Thrown against a glass vase, Blood rushing out from behind, Tears flood my eyes as I Plead for life. Fear creeps over me, Danger fills the air. She told me not to worry, Wish I didn’t listen. Claws at my throat, Killing me from inside. Wish I didn’t listen, Now I’m about to die. Fear creeps over me, Light illuminates the room. People wearing white gowns, Tell me not to move. Needles injected in me as I fade out, “Mental Patient 201 Out.”

The White Rose Alexander Morales (Class of 2017)

Perversion of thought, perversion of soul, Twisted crimes lay in the dark. Hidden from sight and hidden from hearts, She stands there, laughing with her white rose. You open your arms and feel the love, And soon you crave the warmth of her. Although her love and life is cursed, You open your arms because you must. Perversion of thought, perversion of soul, She cries wolf, she pleads to you. By her side you stand, you must, She stands there, laughing with her white rose. You open your eyes and see the truth, Her innocence was only a ruse. Thoughts of sunshine turn to night, Memories donâ&#x20AC;&#x2122;t seem so bright. Perversion of thought, perversion of soul, She raped your heart, your anger grows. Left alone in a world so cold, You languish in silence with her white rose.

Fatum

Keely Fetter (Class of 2019)

Interesting, Was what the mind was said to be. Chaotic, Were the thoughts that sailed through mine, Their path as turbulent as a falling plane. Interesting, Was a word that I would not have used. I wouldnâ&#x20AC;&#x2122;t wish my mind upon the worst of the worst, As my thoughts were nuclear bombs rather than lethal injections. And no words had ever inspired me more than music. But, the record player in the corner hadnâ&#x20AC;&#x2122;t made a noise in years. The canorous works of Beethoven sat next to the record player, A multitude of poisonous thoughts stacked atop. Fatum Was the word that went through my mind as I stared at the records. It repeated until it was as loud as gunshots, Echoing through my head. She walked in through the door on my right, The one that lead to the kitchen, And I was hit with a sudden bout of forgetfulness. Who is that? Her rubiginous eyes were both compelling and minacious. The rust-colored orbs looked as though they belonged to an angel, Even though I could tell that she was most certainly the devil. Who is that? Her face began to contort as I stood, Petrified. Her now razor-sharp teeth grew closer to my jugular, Before I was ripped away by the shrill tone of an alarm clock.

Her Voice Raul Nodal (Class of 2018)

I awake to her voice of reason and serenity. The way her voice shifts its tone from high To low makes my lips curl up at the edges. The sun shines through the glass window And the blue sky puts my mind at ease. How wondrous it feels to have her to myself. I try to hold myself steady when I see her in That dark violet dress, her voice fills my head With symphonies Iâ&#x20AC;&#x2122;ve never heard yet never Want to stop hearing. Her voice bathes the world in beautiful vibrant colors, Her voice is the details on a wall. I awake to her voice of treason and roughness. The way her voice stays monotone makes my Mouth hang still. I no longer see the sun and the sky is of a Deadly gray that shakes me to my core. I no longer have her to myself. I keep my balance when I see her, No longer wearing the dress. The world has lost color; it has lost detail. It is a poorly taken picture by hands that Shake too much. Her voice fills my head scratches and clanging, Like two glass bottles being slammed together. I awake to the sound of silence. She has been with another for some time now. I look outside to see the sun shining like a Beacon of hope, a light at the end of a dark tunnel. The sky is a bright blue and I smile as if itâ&#x20AC;&#x2122;s my First time seeing it. The birds are chirping in a lovely melody with The tree branches shaking from the wind acting As the chorus. There is a sound I do not hear anymore and I sigh Happily, at the lack of it. She no longer haunts me, I do not long for her touch, I do not miss the sound of her voice.

A Family Gathering Catarina Alvarez (Class of 2019)

It’s Saturday night, And my home is full of noise. Music is muffled By the sounds of laughter That echo off the walls. There’s food in the oven And the smell of it slithers into every room. The kitchen is bustling with family Trying to prep for dinner. The kids are squirming on the couch, Controllers in hand, Playing X-box until their hands cramp. Meanwhile, the adults Gather to gossip And sip chilled white wine. Dinner is done, And we all squeeze into A much-too-small table. The laughter never ceases, And the gossip never stops, Even as we all scarf down delicious food. The leftovers get wrapped, And goodbyes are said. It’s Saturday night, And my home is quiet again.

A Child of Memories Yvette Pratdesaba (Class of 2020)

Once upon a time, just a year ago, There were clouds in the bright cerulean sky, And water would dance; it would freely flow, The sun would shine, as birds would sing and fly. A girl and a boy would lay down in a field, Watching as flowers bloomed in crimson shades. They made a wish, yearning the boy would heal, Free from the damned disease, hopeful it fades. Yet sometime later came the raging storm, That swept away their ardent, profound love. Malignant tumors took a fatal form, And soon his spirit left; a latent dove. A lonely girl looks fondly at her child, In him she sees the man she loved; she smiled.

A World of My Own Ayanna Stark (Class of 2018)

In a world of my own, It’d be lonely. The type of lonely that is rather superior over inferior. Love would be spread, but independence would be everything. I’d spend my days in the sun by a water so clear That my reflection would be a diamond. I’d be gold from the inside out. More time would be spent learning about myself; What I truly loved, what I was truly compassionate about. I wouldn’t be on vacation, my only vacation would be with my pen and journal, Traveling to places I could never describe in just words. I could be free to make my own decisions; Let my heart beat for itself and not somebody else. I’d be happy, doing what I loved, lonely. The type of lonely that is rather superior over inferior.

To Be Authentic Seiya Vans (Class of 2017)

I am gold, yet to be discovered. I am gold, a rich mineralized oddity that is valued by my rarity. I am deep, so deep that others question and lose interest in me. I am pure, very malleable; I change my shape for others to take on the pressure. I am real, I am not coated, what appears on my outside is my inner self, I am golden. I am golden for what I am and what I do. I never fade and at this very moment, this precise moment and forever more, who and what I am will never change. I am and will always will be authentic. I am how I am supposed to be; Golden.

Bully

Abbi Dixon (Class of 2019)

A boy who left me dry and drained for all to see, A boy who took all my happiness away from me. A coward hiding behind his own pain, A coward who made my tears spill like rain. A kid that made me weak and tired, A kid who spat harsh words like fire. Sleepless nights, eyes red and sore from crying, There's nothing else to do, no point in trying. In the end, no tears were left to stream down my face. Instead, a permanent emptiness I have yet to replace. I went from sobbing on the bathroom floor, â&#x20AC;&#x153;You're stupid and worthless, you're nothing more!â&#x20AC;? With some, there's no seeing beyond the red, Some just won't rest until you're dead.

A Gruesome Departure Aaryn Wright (Class of 2018)

A feeling that’s indescribable at times. Something to constantly have on my mind. A feeling so rich and powerful at times. Often many times, time seems farther in mind. A swirling combination of comfort and warmth presented to me, as the marshmallow cushions filled with cotton caress me. I’d never give the adoration or endearment I have for thee, certainly due to the fact that It has always cared for me. As the protecting shields engulf me, to when it was soaked with tears of mystery. As if I am a child again, who’s blessed with luck, back to when my mother would embrace and tuck. As growing creeps up on me, I’ve come to know, to have little doubt that It will never, ever go. Dearest bed, my departure is when the sun is dawning. Dearest bed, sorrow not, I’ll be back again, yawning.

Her

Myriam Acosta (Class of 2020)

She’s pacing around frantically, Long, ebony, floor-length bell skirt Drowning her. Drowning her in her mother’s blood. She’s dragging mother, Eyes cold and lifeless, Through a sinister place, Away from stained, salmon-colored Walls. She hauls mother, old bones snagging, Lace designs ripping, expression frigid. She, face askew and wicked, throws her In and down the well, the hole in the Ground. She’s staring, rosewood eyes stale. She stumbles, side-lace boots tangling Within the mockery of the weeds, cackling, As the hole in the ground swallows her in, A deathful slumber. She perceives the inadequate figure, Writhing, wailing, a mess of slobbery, Blood seeping onto her once-porcelain Skin. She whispers faintly, not, never to be, Heard, as youthful crimson runs down Her chin, her dark charcoal tresses, And bosom, “Please forgive me.”

An Ode to the Spring Season Jalyn Hollis (Class of 2019)

Ode to spring. A time to revel in the crisp warm weather, among the rampant budding heather. With the unmistakable scent of the outdoors my heart skips a beat opening my pores. Sunlight blatantly grants warmth to the land, causing fellow blossoms to gracefully stand. The green grass is damp of morning dew as the birds above fly at a skew. Puddles of remote components halfway dry, insects inconspicuously crawl across my thigh. Admiring the waves crash with a billow, the overseeing clouds look as soft as a pillow. With the windâ&#x20AC;&#x2122;s gentle breeze, my heart is forever put at ease.

The Yellow Butterfly Yvette Pratdesaba (Class of 2020)

Out in the open fields, Glides the yellow butterfly. Searching for a safe place to hide From the bird haunting her troubled mind. Under the scorching sun, And the sparkling indigo skies, Day and night the butterfly flies. Searching for a safe place to hide From the bird haunting her troubled mind. Things were not always wrong Between the bird and the butterfly. Once upon a time they were together, They were a team; they were inseparable. Until one day The bird abolished their relationship. Everything they had was gone. He destroyed their memories. The tragedy left the butterfly torn and alone; forlorn. Yet, the desolate butterfly never stopped holding on, Hoping that one day the bird would return. She dreamed that he would apologize and make everything right. But in her deepest thoughts she knew that he wouldnâ&#x20AC;&#x2122;t turn back. Yearning to forget her past, The lonely butterfly glided through the world. Through obscure caves, forests, and deluging waterfalls. Searching for a place to hide From the bird haunting her troubled mind. She rose to the clouds, Only to plummet to the ground. She didnâ&#x20AC;&#x2122;t make it too far, As she was constantly pulled back by her fragile, broken heart. She never learned To deal with the drastic, heart-breaking change. One day she finally saw him, perched on a tree. Carelessly, she whirled her way to him, Without realizing she meant nothing to him. When the bird saw her, he lunged for her. And with its razor-sharp, murderous beak, He devoured the vulnerable, yellow butterfly. Without mercy, all in one bite.

She was gone from this world, Betrayed by her heart. She longed for far too long, For something that would never be hers: Her unrequited love for the bird, that led to her death.

The Cops Brianna Cone (Class of 2018)

Lives My life, your life, his life, her life Don’t they all matter? Unfortunately not everyone agrees It’s the cops! The ones that have an excuse every time someone gets shot “It was for self-defense” But why would you need to defend yourself from a helpless person? It’s the cops! The ones who don’t believe in saving lives anymore, and in fact they want to end them It’s the cops! The ones who think just because my skin is a shade or two darker than theirs…I deserve to die And sadly, that is becoming the way of the world and it’s not changing.

I Am Sonnet-less Noureen Virani (Class of 2017)

Putting pen to paper makes me wonder, If I prefer liquid White-Out or tape. That maybe pencils can avoid more blunders, And look cleaner than scribbled out mistakes. And then I start my brainstorming process, Deciding to use highlighters instead. But my ideas fall short, then I stress, So I switch to watching Netflix in bed. Unique ideas simply don’t existEven Shakespeare couldn’t write his own plays! Ah, wait! But in this poem there’s a twist, Perhaps I have found a new writing way. For the solution to my sonnet-less-ness: These fourteen lines of complaints more or less.

Ode to Traveling Jasmin Jordan (Class of 2020)

Traveling is the best part of living.

Unknown things to you become familiar.

The ocean breeze running through your hair, and the sound of seagulls calming you.

Watching the sunrise as the plane takes off, recording every moment.

Long car rides, long plane rides, and foreign foods and drinks.

Change that you're not used to becomes something you'll miss.

When you're back home, you feel you're missing something. Looking back on everything you did,

you'll realize traveling is a wonderful gift in life. Traveling is your break from reality. Being part of the world,

and seeing new things about Earth, makes you think,

traveling is the best part of living.

An Ode to Beauty Jordaan Whylie (Class of 2018)

Beauty, an idea that everyone is familiar with.

The concept of beauty has been around forever. We all strive to be beautiful.

Men, even though not commonly thought of with beauty, Are just as concerned with self image. Men shave,

They groom,

They fix their hair.

Women wing their liner, They polish their nails, They pout their lips.

The beauty of beauty is itâ&#x20AC;&#x2122;s for everyone.

Beauty is art that we express in the most personal way. Beauty makes people feel on top of the world.

With beauty comes confidence that will radiate.

When you feel you look good the energy spreads around you. Beauty is for everyone, isnâ&#x20AC;&#x2122;t that beautiful.

Ode to My God Kamarla Wallace (Class of 2019)

My God is the One, He is the Almighty One, Of everything, the people, the life. I thank him for giving me the strength, To breathe in every other day. â&#x20AC;&#x153;Praise Jah!â&#x20AC;? the psalmist David said. His wondrous works are awe-inspiring, Praise Jah, Praise Jah, Praise Jah. He made me and I praise him. He is my God forever and ever! When it's night he causes my eyes to close, For the next day to rise. He means me sleep to be refreshed and be, Young again the next day. While in deep sleep, he protects my body, He keeps my organs, bones, and everything in tact. Oh how wondrous you are God!

Journey to My Palette Brianna Cone (Class of 2018)

I have a slight attachment To the thing that keeps me living, Yes, you might have guessed that it is food. All types of cuisine—Caribbean, Mexican, Asian and American— Have a special place in my heart. But there is a fast-food restaurant that I love most of all. Since 2009, back when it stole my heart, The caramel brown, crispy, greasy nuggets, Submerged in an orange, lava colored Polynesian sauce, Sits alone atop of my food throne. On the odd chance Polynesian sauce is unavailable An exception will be made for the pale, yellow, creamy Chick-fil-a sauce, Which once caught my attention, but not in the same way as Polynesian did And don’t get me started on the absolute best waffle fries in the world. So golden, crunchy, and salty on the outside, yet soft and fluffy inside when fresh out the fryer. Every great meal ends with a great dessert. And Chick-fil-a has the best Cookies and Cream shakes, Once you’ve finally digested the thick creamy mixture with blended Oreo bits to perfection, then you will agree with me Then your Chick-fil-a experience is complete.

An Ode to Books Yasmeen Julemiste (Class of 2020)

These books are my passion; The air I breathe. This obsession is dangerous But so is my greed. Every page so beautiful, Every word so divine, These novels are an addiction And I confess to mine. Drowning in locutions As my eyes flicker on the page, My imagination is soaring Now I can’t help but be engaged. I cannot find it boring. Horror and Mystery present excitement, While informational and non-fiction Bestow upon me enlightenment. A fire of innovation That courses through my veins Is a dauntless simulation. Back to front in every cranny and nook I savor every noun and verb I find an intriguing book. As I flip through the pages, The words; they seem to speak. Pulling me into a new world The force is anything but weak. And as the reality fades to black I become a character. And the scene blossoms behind my back. Now I’m faced with new challenges, Solved by Annabeth Chase’s wit, Or the silly ways of Leo Valdez That can bring up quite a fit. I begin to realize That these books are my life, Every time I read one I fantasize. These books are an infatuation And what a marvelous addiction it is.

The Golden Times of Civilization Mark Lema (Class of 2020)

Oh, joy to live during the Golden times of civilization. To wake up to the slight breeze of wheat in the fields. To smell the amazing fragrance of herbs and plants in the garden. With bread so good that some say it was made from the Heavens. To look outside your stone brick window and see a beautiful landscape of nature. Walking outside with your clean, soft silk to see neighbors greet you politely. To go see your friends and family at a beautiful crystal window church with ceilings so high it is said that even birds donâ&#x20AC;&#x2122;t fly that high. With beautiful songs played by the organ. To then hear a beautiful sermon from the Priest. After that to eat at a cafĂŠ near the calm stream. And have a glass of Wine straight from the vineyard which some say has aged for thousands of years. With perfectly seasoned fresh Fish caught from the River. After take a stroll in the park and play with your kids. Then go home and take a nice warm bath. Get out of the tub and put on your nice and comfortable clothes. To then go outside to your patio with a nice warm fire with nice scented cedar wood burning. And gaze at the beautiful stars that shine like a candle in the darkness. To then open your mind into a world of imagination. And when you have had enough and are feeling too tired to slip in your comfortable covers on your bed that is said to be like sleeping on clouds. And wait to have a great day tomorrow. Oh, joy to have a wonderful life in the Golden Times of Civilization.

Mad House Soleil LaForte (Class of 2020)

A dark pit, in which I sit, sad and small Patiently waiting for you to find me. They dubbed me gone and off to the mad hall. The news came to us and you told me to flee But, we werenâ&#x20AC;&#x2122;t quick, for they were at the door. All of the panic caused me to be here Lost was my mind at you dead on the floor The sight of you mangled, I could not bare. I have no want for food at this mad house Slowly, but surely, my bones will be shown. No one is here, not a peep of a mouse, The insanity to me is now known. For this is no mad house that I sit in. The dark depths of hell is where I have been.

Haiku Collection Catarina Alvarez (Class of 2019)

Shade

Deep in the forest, The lush green trees surround me, And shade me from the heat.

Tranquility

A lily pad lies At the center of the pond, Calming and serene.

Resilience

The water droplet Clings to the leafâ&#x20AC;&#x2122;s green surface, Unwilling to fall.

“I’ll give you the whole secret to short story writing. Here it is. Rule 1: Write stories that please yourself. There is no Rule 2.” – )

--0. Henry

PROSE

Alex in The Dragon s Lair Emilio Flores (Class of 2019)

nce upon a time in a land far away, there lived a man who went by the name Alex. He lived in a grand estate overlooking peasant farmers in their small, over – crowded hut’s wearing smelly, and overall disgusting clothing. For Alex was a wealthy noble who descended from a well-recognized family bloodline. Alex knew nothing but power, money, success and admiration from other influential figures of the land (even though he would’ve never been able to accomplish anything without the massive amount of wealth passed down to him). Though, Alex lived alone because his parents had strangely disappeared during an expedition, exploring a roughly unknown, uncharted region outside the kingdom, said to be inhabited by dangerous creatures and monsters.

Alex did not give too much thought about his missing parents for he was living a paradise and was scheduled to wed the King’s daughter. As Alex lived in his own utopia, the peasants below struggled to provide for their families and themselves. Poor living conditions, supply shortages, without proper pay and unwarranted deficit spending done by their lord Alex, made survival as task on to itself. Occasionally, the farmers working the land would rally outside of Alex’s palace and protest, boycott, or even beg Alex for better treatment.

“B-b-but...”

“Silence! You will do as commanded or you will be executed for treason against your lord.”

The conflict would escalate and the farmers would commence to violently protest, but the rebellion would be quickly put to rest with Alex’s armed guards disbanding the crowd in mere minutes. Amidst the chaos, a strange hooded character stood at the center of the village’s plaza, staring at Alex and it had seemed that not one but Alex was able to see the mysterious figure. After a brief moment of confusion, the hooded man disappeared amongst the crowd. The king shouted, “Did you see that!”

“What sir?!” responded a nearby guard. “Are you blind? The man in the hood!” “…I don’t see anything?!”

“Wha-… how did he do that?!”

Later that evening, Alex attended a Royal ball held at the King’s personal residence, where only the most important people in the whole Kingdom where granted an invitation. Hundreds of men and women wearing the most expensive item in their wardrobe, accompanied with the most delightful tones and During one of these protests, a peasant said, “Please delicious meals provided by the best musicians and sir, we barely have enough rations to survive the cold, chefs in the land. The main purpose of the ball was to congratulate Alex and Princess Elizabeth’s marriage. stormy nights!” After the dancing, gossiping, and dining the majority Alex scornfully replied, “Jesus Christ! do not bother of the guests had departed, leaving Alex with a very me with such redundant claims for I am a great and brutish man named Gerald. Gerald was commander fair ruler. Now you will make do with what you are of the King’s grand army and a respected and skilled given.” swordsman in his own right. They both went on about minor topics and later said their farewells and went

their separate ways. Now alone, Alex poured himself a nice cup of red wine and began wandering the corridors of the residency. Calmly walking past the many hallways, Alex was abruptly ambushed by the man in the hood he had encountered earlier that day. Alex was quickly brought down to the floor and incapacitated. Some time later, Alex woke up with his vision clouded and his posture distorted, Alex staggered his way towards a railing and noticed that he was clasping a strange – looking item in his left hand with a shadowy outline. His lips only muttered the words, “A map?”

Confused, Alex decided to unfold the map and as he did a large beam of light shot up into the sky in the distance. All living within the Kingdom’s borders saw the majestic beam rush past the clouds. As everyone stared in amazement, a massive structure rose from the Earth to a high enough point for all to see it. Alex, Elizabeth, Gerald, the peasants, and nobles, even the King in his high tower located at the center of his castle, at the highest point in the realm. Suddenly, Alex heard the low spooky voice of the man in the hood say, “Do you see it? Its incredible power – an unstoppable force, unknown to mortals such as yourself, but you will soon know its capabilities … very soon.”

Alex rushed out of the building in hopes of rendezvousing with his newlywed wife Elizbeth, who was with her uncle, Duke Allen. Once he arrived at the castle, all the citizens were in a panic, thinking that the world was ending. The King along with his brother and the royal guard scattered within the city streets in an attempt to calm the people down. After several, agonizing minutes a large menacing creature had appeared at the front gate of the castle and spoke to the mortals while hovering over them. The creature moaned, “The time has once again come. With my awakening, an untold amount of power and treasure has been unleashed in a region not too far from this one. For whoever would dares claim these treasures must enter my dungeon and survive a rather impossible obstacle to reach the highest levels of my lair. Only once you have reached the top, may you have your reward for your efforts.”

One month has passed since the notorious tower appeared, and since then, many men and women of all occupations have attempted to conquer the infamous dungeon. Mercenaries, bounty hunters, knights, spell casters, farmers and even children have been seen entering the tower. King Rupert was worried that if anyone were to reach the top of the tower, they would have the power to oppose his authority and absolute monarchy. Afraid of this occurring, he held a meeting with his most trusted

allies to form a consensus. Alex attended the meeting and heard Rupert speak of deploying his army of 30,000 men, and having a man that he trusts lead it with Gerald as an officer and advisor. After noticing Alex amongst the crowd of nobles, the king branded Alex the commander of the military force, although Alex had no experience in military tactics or leading an army. Though, the only man plotting against the king was Alex. The only reason he married Elizabeth was to increase his power and gain influence in order to remove the king from his throne. Rupert, placing his trust in Alex and sending him to the tower, made the task much easier. The audience objected, but the king refused to listen and sent Alex off on an arduous six-day march over dangerous marsh lands towards the dungeon. Upon arrival, the men set up camp next to the tower. Most of the men were anxious just being in the presence of the menacing tower, knowing that thousands of skilled combatants have already tried and failed before them. As they thought about their friends and loved ones, Alex prepared his gear for the upcoming day with his goal securely in mind. Gereald entered Alex’s tent and said, “Hey Alex. I just wanted to let you know that if things turn for the worst, I’ll protect you.” Annoyed, Alex turned his back to his the commanding officer and laid his head on his pillow. “Quiet! I am trying to sleep you fool!”

When dawn broke, all the men gathered their gear, said their prayers and took their places in the formation. As Alex moved ahead of his men, he glared over at Gerald, giving the commander the silent order to commence the siege on the tower.

Gerald shouted, “Charge!” and thousands of the kings finest bravely hurled themselves at the opened gate. As Alex passed through the portal on horseback alongside Gerald, their men followed without delay Once inside, they were transported into a dome-like structure, inhabited by ferocious fire – breathing dragons. They came in all shapes and sizes, had the physical strength of one thousand healthy men. The dragons quickly encircled the army and began to unleash their wrath on the unsuspecting mortals on the ground. In a matter of minutes more than half the army was disposed of by the seemingly invincible horde of dragons. While Alex hid behind the bodies of fallen soliders, the army continued to lose men. Finally, only Gerald and Alex remained on the battlefield. The two noticed a large cluster of dragons circling a massive formation of rocks. Suddenly the rocks began moving and took the form as a mother dragon. As they stared at her large stature, they

noticed a large door behind the beast. Alex and Gerald agreed to split up and distract the mother dragon’s attention and hopes that one of them would able to reach the door, but Alex merely pretended to flank the mother dragon hoping that she would target Gerald. Gerald was isolated and without any protection from the mother dragon’s flames. Sure, enough Gerald was killed and Alex managed to reach the door undetected. However, it seemed that it would not open without a key located on the mother dragon’s neck. All the dragons now turned their attention on the helpless Alex. Refusing to accept his fate and the reality of his situation, he tried to pry the door open with his hands, but this futile and desperate act was ended when a group of young dragons cornered him. One made sure he could not run by clawing his legs, crippling him. From outside, Alex’s pleas for mercy were heard by the man in the hood as he walked away with a sly smile on his face.

High School

Chaos

Danette Gonzalez (Class of 2020) Gabriel: Wake up, Alesia! Get ready for your first day of high school! (Alesia groans beneath the covers) Get out of bed!

Alesia: I do, but the thing is…what if I don’t have classes with her or don’t see her as often?

Gabriel: Why don’t you want to get up?

Alesia: I guess you’re right. (gets out of bed to get ready for school)

Alesia: It’s too early for that.

Gabriel: Don’t worry about that. Things are going to be fine.

Alesia: Because, that’s going to be a sign that the next four years of my life start now.

Cindy: (from downstairs) Kids come downstairs!

Gabriel: Wow. You’re comprehending a lot for it being really early according to you.

(Alesia and Gabriel head downstairs for breakfast.)

Alesia: Oh, be quiet. I’ve been comprehending that fact since the ending of 8th grade to now.

Cindy: Okay kids, grab a yogurt from the fridge for the car ride to school. I wouldn’t want you guys to be late on your first day.

Gabriel: But don’t you have Maria?

Maria: It’s our first day of school! How do you feel?

Gabriel: Okay, so that means that you’ve had enough (Cindy, Gabriel, and Alesia get in the car) time to comprehend that. Gabriel: Okay Alesia, we’re here. Alesia: Urg!! I don’t want to leave this bed ‘til Cindy: Good luck mama! You’ll be fine. I promise. graduation. Alesia: Thanks mom. Come on Gabriel. Gabriel: Come on! You have to be a little excited. As Alesia walks with her brother she begins to notice Alesia: Excited for what? All the stress I’m about to go how big the school is and is very confused as to how through for the next four years?! she is going to learn her way around on the first day. Gabriel: I promise it’s not going to be that bad. If I Gabriel: Looks like Maria’s here. I’ll go with Rosemarie can get through my first year, then so can you. now since you’re not going to be alone. Alesia: But it’s different for you. Alesia: Okay. See you later. Gabriel: How? In what way is it different for me? (Gabriel walks away) Alesia: You have a girlfriend! Which means you’re Maria: Hey guys! never going to be alone. You’re always going to Alesia: Hey Maria. have Rosemarie by your side.

Alesia: I feel like I’m going to puke within the hour. This place isn’t at all like middle school. Maria: I know but isn’t change good? Alesia: It is.

Maria: So then?

Gabriel: Come in.

Alesia: Hey Gabe.

Gabriel: Is everything alright?

Alesia: Yeah why wouldn’t it be?

Gabriel: I don’t know. I thought maybe something happened at school.

Alesia: It’s just that it’s typically this change from middle school to high school that’s a lot harder for kids Alesia: No, nothing happened. our age. Gabriel: Is it about me? Maria: It’s not like you’re alone though. Alesia: Yeah… Alesia: Yes, I know. But it’s not just that. Gabriel: Is it bad? Maria: Oh, gosh! What’s wrong. Alesia: Depends. Alesia: I don’t know Maria. Usually I’d be really happy Gabriel: Okay then, what‘s wrong? to go back to school. I wouldn’t be home all day, I actually get to do something, but I have a weird feeling about high school.

Maria: You think it’s just you who feels that way? It’s probably just fear. It’s okay to feel that way, especially since we are somewhere completely different from where we were before.

(The school bell rings as Alesia and Maria walk to homeroom, their only class together other than math.) Alesia: Maria! Look, it’s…it’s Gabriel!

Maria: Why isn’t he in class? Is he skipping on the first day? Alesia: I don’t know. Should we get a pass and find out?

Maria: Our teacher isn’t going to let us get a pass on the first day of school.

Alesia: Well…

Gabriel: Alesia, just tell me!

Alesia: Okay, well, I saw you with a bunch of friends outside of class during home room. I didn’t think that they would give out passes to groups of people on the first day. It kind of looked like you were skipping ‘cause you had your book bag and everything. Gabriel: So then? What are trying to say? Are you asking if I was skipping? Alesia: Yes.

Gabriel: And you think I would actually skip?

Alesia: I never said that! That’s why I’m asking if you did skip before I start jumping to conclusions.

Maria: Maybe you can talk to him after school.

Gabriel: Okay, fine. But it wasn’t for the entire class. It was only because the teacher wasn’t there, and when he did get there, my friends and I all went back to class.

Maria: Then tell Rosemarie.

Gabriel: Just don’t tell mom.

Alesia: You’re right. Then what do we do?

Alesia: Me? No way! I’m younger than him, he won’t listen.

Alesia: Is this why high school wasn’t so hard for you? ‘Cause you would just go to class.

Alesia: First, we should find out if he’s actually skipping Alesia: You want me to keep this a secret from her? before we go ahead and tell his girlfriend. Gabriel: Not until it gets serious. Maria: True. Just talk to him after school and see what’s going on. Alesia: Okay.

Alesia: But if you tell her now, then it’s not going to be as bad as telling her when it does get serious. Gabriel: I know, but just don’t tell her yet.

(After a long day of trying to figure out where her Alesia: Then when do you want me to tell her Gabriel? classes were, Gabriel and Alesia finally get home after a quiet car ride. Still wondering about Gabriel, Alesia Gabriel: I don’t know.. knocks on his door. Alesia: If you keep doing it, then I will tell her

eventually.

Alesia: Remember what we talked about.

Alesia: Yup.

Alesia: I can trust you right?

Gabriel: So you just expect me to never skip again? Gabriel: But…

Alesia: The more you skip, the worse your grades are going to get. The worse your grades get, the more pressure mom and dad are going to put on us. Gabriel: Fine.

(Alesia leaves and heads to her room to call Maria) Maria (over the phone): Okay so? Alesia: He was skipping. Maria: No! Really?

Alesia: Yes! He was and he even admitted that he was going to keep doing it until I mentioned I was going to tell mom. Maria: Wow…on the first day too.

Alesia: I know! And to think that that is normally the day people don’t skip. Maria: What’s he thinking? Does he know that he might get caught?

Alesia: Yeah, but I guess it’s a risk he is willing to take. Maria: Wow!

Alesia: I know, but if it gets really bad I’ll let my mom know. Maria: You should tell her now!

Alesia: But I don’t want him to get mad at me.

Maria: Who cares? You still have to do the right thing. Alesia: I know.

Maria: Tomorrow just see if he does it again. Alesia: Okay. If he does, I’ll tell my mom.

Maria: Good. He’ll listen if it’s your mom. She can punish him in a way that you can’t. Alesia: But tomorrow, we don’t have homeroom.

Maria: It’s fine. I saw his schedule. His class is right next to mine so I’ll check. Alesia: Okay, thanks. If anything let me know. Maria: Ok. Bye.

Gabriel: Yes Alesia. Don’t worry. Gabriel: Of course. Alesia: Okay. (At School)

Maria: Hey guys!

Gabriel: Hey Maria. Alesia: Hey.

Gabriel (walking away): Well Rosemarie is there, so I’ll see you guys later.

Maria: Okay. I’ll ask for a pass to use the restroom and see if he’s skipping after class starts. Alesia: Okay and if he isn’t? Maria: Then I’ll text you. Alesia: Ok. Thanks.

(As the bell rings, all the students go to class. After a few minutes, Maria, pass in hand, sneaks out to check on Gabriel. After a look around, she heads back to class. Maria and Alesia meet up during lunch.) Alesia: So?

Maria: He wasn’t skipping. Alesia: Really?

Maria: I mean, I didn’t see him.

Alesia: Maybe he meant what he said then about not skipping. Maria: I guess so.

Alesia: I’m not going to bother him about it anymore. I believe him. Maria: Good.

Alesia: You know what? After all this worrying about my brother…everything doesn’t seem so bad anymore. Maria: How come?

Alesia: Because, I see that even though he probably used to skip, he still got good grades and managed to have a girlfriend. That gives me a lot of hope. I’m not going to skip or anything though.

(The next day, Alesia and Gabriel are ready for school Maria: Oh okay. ‘Cause I was about to say! (The girls and approaching the car.) laugh in unison.) And about Gabriel having

Rosemarie…you can get a boyfriend anytime you want. You’re super pretty and kind. So that shouldn’t have been one of your worries from the beginning. Alesia: Aww! Thanks! I don’t want a boyfriend right now though. I think I’m too young to get my heart broken. Maria: For being a freshmen in high school who’s never dated before, you have a good mindset. Alesia: Ha ha. Thanks.

(After school on the car ride home)

Alesia: Thanks Gabe…for actually listening to what I said last night.

Gabriel: It was the least I can do as your older brother. I have to set a good example for you some way. Alesia: I just really hoped I wouldn’t have to worry about this for too long ‘cause I have so much homework to get done. Gabriel: Welcome to high school little sister. (Play ends).

Girls Education “I

Samyukta Radhaknishnan

(Class of 2020)

want to study further, and go to college!” the young girl exclaimed. She lived in a small town in Cuttack, India. That society favored boys getting a good education, but the girl got no attention. She was taught to cook and clean, and the idea of her going for advanced schooling was not common, but she persevered so that she could finish basic school, and even went to college. Today, she has a master’s degree in computers, and a great job here in Florida. I should know… because she’s my mom! My mom was more fortunate than others. Many other girls in various parts of the world are denied education to this day. Girls all over the world deserve to be educated as much as boys do. Not only does it boost women’s earning capabilities, which would help them financially, but it would also help their families reduce their poverty level. When a girl is educated, her family is also educated. Globally, there are over 62 million girls that should be in elementary or middle school who don’t even get to go to school. The most immediate impact of this is that they are more likely to get married before they are adults. This, in turn, means that they will have children at a young age who would be vulnerable to ill health and malnutrition. A child with an illiterate mother has less than a fifty percent chance of surviving past the age of five. If that child is a girl, and if she survives, she is more likely to suffer the same fate as her mother – she too will be illiterate, marry early, and have kids early. Lack of education perpetuates this cycle for generations. Many young girls do not know better than to follow the advice of their elders – after all, their elders are the only people that take care of them, so of course they would follow what their fathers, or other important male figures tell them to do. They go to school for a very limited time—or none at all—get married to whoever their father or other male figure in their life tells them to, and have children. This system has gone on for far too long, and it is time for a change.

In some areas of the world the lack of education is worse than others. I have seen young girls selling small trinkets on trains, begging on the streets, or working in the stores with their siblings. We as a society can no longer pretend that this is not a problem for us. There has to be something that we can do to help. From donating to organizations such as the “Let Girls Learn” program by the Peace Corps, to joining campaigns to show our support… there is so much to do. We cannot let this opportunity go to waste. The recent documentary “We Will Rise” produced by CNN tracked a handful of girls from various backgrounds and different countries in Africa as they overcame limitations imposed by cultural and economic instability, and barriers to personal safety and health. They fought through all of that for the chance to actually have a future that is different from those of their mothers and grandmothers, who did not have much of a choice, and their first tool in this was to educate themselves. As Meryl Streep explained, her inspiration for getting involved with the film was that, “Places that hold women back, suffer. And the places that empower women thrive.” It showed how these girls risked so much for their education. Many of these children live in poverty and instead of going to school are forced to work at home, or at other jobs like the factory, the farm, etc. If they went to school, it would not only help them, but it would greatly benefit their family too. That’s because in this society today, women occupy a great role. When they rise, society rises. Educating women is one of the most significant ways of making this possible. “If you educate a man you educate an individual, but if you educate a girl you educate a family,” said Ghanaian scholar Dr. James Emmanuel KwegyirAggrey. When one girl is sent to school, she would more likely cause a ripple effect for the girls around her.

Hummingbirds T

Meagan Suris (Class of 2020) & Andrés Reyes (Class of 2017)

he fluffy clouds disappear as a vibrant charm of hummingbirds rush by while the golden and radiant sun enlightens the brilliant feathers on their backs. The dull flowers are blooming into rose gold hearts as the pollen is absorbed by the sharp and tall beaks. A mysterious and loud sound is heard around the world -or at least it seemed that way. The flock came crashing down in a matter of seconds from the sudden rain drops clashing onto the energetic feathers. A unique hummingbird, who was named Charla, flapped her petite wings, as her eyes narrowed while observing the morning showers that always reminded everyone of the humble atmosphere yet to come. Instantaneously, Charla was also struck by a gigantic raindrop as she had the gaze of shock and horror. The world was going by fast, but her eyes were in a trance and time slowed down as she descended into sawgrass with her left wing facing forward. The impact of her fall led to a severe break in her fragile wing. A pot with an ivory orchid was slowly bending as the raindrops flood it. While Charla struggles to flutter her wings, she slams into the white Orchid, but tries to collect the pollen from it and immediately notices the silhouette of a immense figure mirrored onto the bare ground. She swiftly jumped off the pot, almost tripping over a little pile of twigs and turned around to have a glimpse of what she’s faced with. She tilts her head with doubt and spots the wide, bronze leather boots in front of her dark beak. While panicking, Charla races off in a compact gap inside a large field that appears to be a maze from afar. The thump of the leather boots rumbles the ground with every step, which made her heart beat as if she was a cheetah catching its prey. Charla chirped loudly, hoping another flock of hummingbirds would arise in front of her. Gradually, noises of the footsteps became faded and distant as her vision was distorted, while her wing and legs became numb. The darkness clouded Charla’s dazed eyes and then the whole world stopped. The sound of silence was peaceful, but the fear of dying was unpleasant. Upon awakening, Charla was in a state of confusion. The whole room was as white as the Orchid. The leather boots can be seen from the tiny cage Charla is in. The vast figure stared into the cage with wide eyes while speaking to another tremendous figure in a lily white coat on the other side of the room. After they finished speaking, the figure opened the cage, and held Charla in the palms of her hands delicately with a grin on her face. “You’re free, fly away and explore the Everglades once more.” With those words, Charla soared through an open window into the colorful skies as Charla zoomed by a sign which read “Everglades Animal Hospital.”

Day A

Jayla Wyche (Class of 2018)

Night

soft, haunting whistle of a furious wind blew during the week of the raging storm and full moon. The choosing would come soon. In Kiyoko, the choosing legend stated that the storm would brew and the “chosen” would be made known by the sprinkling of selective rain. The Olympian gods, Zeus and Poseidon, wanted only for those of light, Hades dark. Therefore, a compromise was settled that granted all people a choice. Fifty years ago, an attack occurred during the darkness. Ever since, those of darkness had been banished and could never return again. The wind spoke to the assembled crowd outside, “People of Kiyoko, we the Gods have decreed again to grant one human with the power of lighting or darkening the Earthly skies and world. May the reign end with you.” A young girl, Asami, was struck with the realization that the rain had fallen upon her skin. She instantly felt light and dark try to consume her body and mind, but Asami was prepared to make a difference. The people were tired of the terrifying years of darkness or the too bright, too perfect days of life. The gods were furious with the turn of events, but she believed in her cause. To have balance in the world, there had to be light and dark. She fought with everything inside of her until finally, her victory won. There was now both day and night.

The Ant

The Elephant T

Paola Huerta (Class of 2019)

here was once an ant that lived in the jungle with his family. The ant was part of a big colony that lived near a heard of elephants. The ant became friendly with a young elephant and spent many afternoons chatting and observing life in the jungle. The elephant always made comments about being strong and powerful. He constantly compared his size to that of the ant and would list all the things he could do that the ant could not. â&#x20AC;&#x153;I can move an entire trunk of a tree from here to the river all by myself, â&#x20AC;&#x153;the elephant would brag. Another time, the elephant grabbed a boulder, a huge boulder with his trunk and flung it across the jungle just to show the ant how strong he was. Whenever the elephant would brag or show off his strength, the ant would just listen and watch without making any comments. Sometimes the elephants would even mock the ant about his size and how weak he must be. One afternoon during of their visits, a violent storm knocked a tree limb right onto the elephant. The elephant lay on his side with his hind legs trapped underneath the thick tree limb. The elephant cried out in agony, but none of the members of the herd were close by to assist him. Very quietly, the ant got under the branch and began to push it forward. Little by little the limb began to roll forward and away from the elephant. To the elephantâ&#x20AC;&#x2122;s surprise, the ant was finally able to move the limb from the injured leg. The elephant was very grateful, and from that day on he never taunted the ant about his size again. Just because you are small does not mean you are not powerful.

For Her I

Angelica Ramon (Class of 2020) & Lauren Diaz (Class of 2019) t is a dark, chilly night. The moon faintly lights the forested path aglow. Small breezes rustle the cherry blossoms and lanterns around. Staff in hand and uneasiness colliding with determination, I was ready to depart. Every step I take fills me with dread. No. I must keep going, for grandmother. Her pained face is the only thing I could picture since she’s fallen gravely ill yet no medicine is of use. I then reminisce about the fables she would tell me even as an infant. Fables of ferocious dragons inhabiting the mountains deep forests, granting those dauntless enough to climb the perilous mountain a single wish. Still to this very day, it fascinates me greatly. As heiress to the throne, I leave to save my empress… My grandmother. After what felt like an eternity of walking down a dimly-lit road, I found myself standing upon the grandiose mountain that guards my heirloom palace; The monumental Aoni Mountain. Boulders take shelter upon its surface, numerous arrays of trees cover its earthy exterior, and nocturnal creatures dot the environment, beady eyes follow me as I advance. Intimidated, I quicken my pace and shakily use my staff as guidance to weave up the mountain. Venturing up towards this colossal landform, I felt burdened with a lack of air, no sense of direction, and uneven ground. Almost every step I take I stumble down, my sandals doing no justice to aid me in my ascent, leaving my staff to be my only source of grip onto the face of the mountain. Every few feet I ascend, waves of weariness hit harder and harder upon my frame. My vision fades upon every minute I travel on until I collapsed onto the frigid, dewy grass. Giving up, I accepted my fate of death but something sparked inside of me. My grandmother’s countless stories of persistence and bravery fills me with a burst of energy and I parade on to the peak of the mountain with my newfound fearlessness. Soon, I reach the very top then upon me, a never-ending abyss takes center of the mountain. Recollecting myself, I muster the courage to step in. For Grandmother… I jump, then everything went black. I wake up to the sound of warm, heavy breathing. Startled, I realize the breathing isn’t from me but from the massive, winged reptilian that

inhabits this dark space. Deep and hoarse, his voice then states, “Young heiress, you’ve traveled a hazardous journey in solitude. As a reward, I shall grant you a single wish.” Without a moment’s hesitation, I wish for the wellbeing of my beloved grandmother. Nodding, the immense dragon spread its wings, roared, then an intense glow filled the room until everything was white, then darkness settled in again. Waking up to the sound of joy, I find that I’m back at the palace as I gaze upon my grandmother, who is cheering along with her subjects about her sudden recovery. Her smile, brighter than any star, making this was all worth it. For her.

Don’t Mess with the Game: An extreme twist based on the tale of The Flower Queen’s Daughter

Gabriella Caprice

n the present day world filled with many people with their heads down in their phones lived a handsome boy. Regardless his nice appearance, he has a terrible personality. One day, the teenage boy was wandering about the wooded area on the edge of the city and heard a horrible cry from a nearby lake. He investigates the noise and finds it to be an old hag caught in a ditch quickly filling with water. “Young man, please help me!” she cried “Can’t you just use your “I’ve fallen IN A HOLE and I can’t get up button” ?” he laughed The water was by her torso now and she began to jump “I will get you a girlfriend?!” The boy laughed at what the old woman just said “How do you not know that I already have one?” “With that ugly personality and terrible humor I don’t see you getting in a relationship” The offended boy slowly backed away from the ditch “Wait!” the old woman shouted Annoyed, the boy walked back to the ditch and grabbed a long stick for the old woman to grasp. “I can’t grab that!” “Um, why not?” “I might get a splinter. Can’t you just extend out your hand?” “No, I don’t want to end up that ditch with you, plus nobody has time for that, grab the branch or I’m leaving.” The old woman grabbed at the branch, a splint went into the palm of her hand and she let out

a dry shriek until she was safe on the grass. “Thank you, young man, you I was just walking and “ “Please, spare me the details, now who is this chick?” he quickly got to “The most beautiful woman in the world, the flower queen’s daughter” “Flower queen? How tacky can you be?” “It is true, but she has been captured, you must save her first.” “Captured by what? Aliens?” “No, and this is not a joking matter. She has been captured by her cellular device.” “. . . . . . . . . . . How?” “Ever since she started playing this game called 8ball, she hasn’t stopped. She just keeps going and going and going” “I really don’t see how I can help with that” “Oh but you can, you see this contraption right here” She points to the buzzer in her hand “. . . . . . . Is that an actual I’ve fallen and I can’t get up button?” “Never mind that you idiot, just take this, buzz it once to ding her cellphone and distract her from that wretched game, buzz it twice to actually get her to look up, and buzz it thrice to make her put the phone down.” The boy took the buzzer. “I can’t believe I’m actually doing this without a real explanation” “But you will gain something from it!” “Just tell me where I can find this flower queens daughter old lady” he said annoyed “On the edge of the deep dark woodland

area, on a cliff over a putrid smelling lake of acid.” His eyes widened and his mouth dropped “I’m just pulling your tail, you can find her in the shop on Pine Street, but be gentle, she doesn’t interact with other human beings very often” The boy walks over to the shop on Pine Street and peered inside and looked over to the girl and saw that she had her phone up to her face deep into a game of 8ball. The boy buzzes the buzzer twice by accident and the girl’s phone screen flashes something, she turns around and she catches the boy looking right at her with the buzzer in his hand. She glares at him and the boy growing fearful, drops the buzzer and runs away.

his shirt

The old man looks at him and throws his tea at

“Ouch! What was that for?!” the boy shouted “To burn off that rude sense of humor, now what do you want” “Have you seen the flower queens daughter?” “I didn’t know the flower shop had a daughter” the old man let out a dry laugh “So you haven’t seen anyone?” “Nope, sorry young man” The boy struggled to remember the name of the street that the old hag had told him a year prior and here he is again in the same situation. Then it hit him, Pine Street, he had to go to Pine Street to see the flower queens daughter. He ran and ran and then he found the shop One year later where he just noticed the name of it after a year, “The Flower Queen” he ran inside and then was greeted by After the events that occurred the previous three people he did not want to see, they’re triplets year, the boy can’t get the embarrassment and flash and are known as the Dragons in school because of of fear he had felt by being stared at by a person with their fiery attitude. H e immediately runs out of the soulless icy daggers for eyes. But he managed to store again and looks inside through the window. shake it off and continue his normal life as usual. One He sees the girl face to face with her phone day he ran into the old lady again while walking at once again after being scared by her a year later. the wooded area, The Dragons peered through the window and “Ugh, not again” opened the door, the two brothers wanted to make “Déjà vu, young man?” fun of him for running out of the shop so abruptly, but “Listen you old hag, I’m not helping you with the sister kept them from doing so and invited him in that random girl anymore!” “What brings you here?” “And why not?” The boy swallowed, not knowing how to answer “Because she is not only addicted to that because he himself is very, very confused. game, but REALLY, REALLY SCARY” “. . . . . . . . . . . I’m here to see that person over “Well, I’m sorry if you were frightened by that there with the phone up to her face” random girl” The three look over to the girl distracted still “. . . . . . . . Did you just call her?. . . . . .” obsessed with that game that led me into this situation “What?” the old woman said shrugging her in the first place. shoulders “The flower queens daughter? What do you “You just called her random” want to see her for?” they all asked in unison “Yeah, poor thing isn’t it, every time I go into “Um, no reason I just wanted to-” her mother’s flower shop she always has the face in “Get out” the phone playing that stupid game” The boy ran out once again and as he got “How did you get your panic button to be outside he saw the girl who was suddenly on the active on her phone?” balcony a floor above and watching him “I don’t have to answer your questions! YOU “Aren’t you the guy that tried to distract me JUST NEED TO GET THE DANG GIRL OFF HER from playing 8ball?” CELLPHONE OR ELSE” “Guilty” he says putting his hands into his “What is your deal against cellphones pockets woman?!” “NEVER, do that again” “OH ALL SORTS OF PROBLEMS THE PINGNING, The boy nods THE DINGING, THE RINGING, THE LAUGHING IT MAKES, “What are you doing here again? AND THE SMILES IT CREATES, I HATE IT ALL!” Attempting to make me get distance from my “Wow. Someone has some deep issues” phone?” The boy attempted to find the flower shop once “You know, that old lady who got her buzzer again but couldn’t find it, he saw an old man coming to be in sync with your phone?” out of a café and decided to ask him to see if he “Yeah?” would know. “This was all her doing, I’m sorry that I carried “Hi, old man” out her plan.”

“Whatever, just make sure that you AND that lady remember that nothing comes between me and my phone got it?” “Okay” “Were you trying to get passed the Dragons to get to me?” she suddenly says after a moment of quietness “Sort of” “What are you children doing?” An unknown woman says as she looks at both the boy and the girl. “Mom!” “Hey, sweetheart” The girl runs back inside and her mother walks inside and the boy follows, the Dragons go back behind the cash register as they see that their boss has returned. “So you’re the Flower Queen” the boy says pointing at the woman “Yes, this is my shop. I hope you don’t mind my workers, they’re a bit hostile when it comes to their work” “Trust me I know” “So, is this your new friend that you met over a year ago?” the flower queen asks her daughter “Yes, yes it is.”

Why Me Megan Newhart (Class of 2018)

lara slumped against her lockers and sighed, her eyes roaming the crowded hallways. She could see the groups of friends talking excitedly to one another about what they got for Christmas or what they did with their families. Clara wished she had that, friends. She always wondered what it felt like to have someone to talk to, someone who she could share secrets with or hang out at the mall. But no, Clara would never have that as it was everyone’s mission to avoid her. The students at Monde De Vie High wanted nothing do with her, so Clara never tried to make any friends. Clara’s eyes widened as she realized that the halls were empty. She was so lost in her mind that she didn’t hear the bell ring for first period. Clara silently cursed under her breath and sprinted to her English class. She stumbled as she crashed into a wall, or what she thought was a wall. Clara crashed onto the floor, her books flying. She looked up and was met with amber eyes looking down furiously at her. “Watch where you’re going,” He seethed. Clara raised an eyebrow and shot back, “My fault? You could… could’ve… just… UGH! Fine, I wasn’t looking where I was going.” The boy started to walk away “Hey! You!” Clara called “Aren’t you going to help me up?” “No, Why should I?” The boy called back “Because it’s a nice thing to do!” “Well, I’m not a nice person.” The boy then continued to walk away, leaving Clara to scramble to collect her books that were strewn across the floor. “Detention!” Her English professor screeched, handing Clara the pink slip. Clara took the slip, resisting the urged to snatch it from the professor’s bony fingers. She walked to her

seat in the back, next to the huge window that lined the left side of classroom. Clara liked to doze off in class, since she already knew the material that was being taught. Yes, she was guilty of reading her textbook before term started. Clara looked down at her detention slip and sighed. Her parents would be furious with her. They would say that Mary, her older sister who was away at college, would never have gotten a detention. She loved her parents and her parents loved her, but Clara could always see that her parents favored Mary. When they were younger, their parents always asked Mary how her day at school was. They had never asked Clara. And when it came to grades, lets say that they were way more lenient towards Mary. Whenever Mary came home with a bad letter grade her parents would just say to try harder, but if Clara came home with a bad letter grade, which, by the way, only happened once, her parents screamed at her, told her to spend the rest of the night in her room. She couldn’t even have dinner with her family because her parents were ashamed of looking at her. Clara didn’t show it, but it hurt, hurt to know that her parents didn’t love her as much. Clara sighed, looked back up from the detention slip and noticed that the bell for lunch was about to ring. Sitting down in a noisy cafeteria was one of the least favorites things Clara wanted to do. She didn’t like the noise, and she thought that when she was eating, everyone was looking at her. Just as she was about to get up, the boy from earlier sat down. Clara glared at him, “You” she seethed. “Me…” the boy chuckled, obviously not finding Clara menacing. “Why are you here?” Clara questioned. She knew that no one would randomly sit next to her, to think of her as a friend. “What is it you want? Homework? Notes? Lunch

money?” “Woah. Why can't a guy just sit next to a girl who looks lonely. I don’t want anything nor need anything.“ “I don’t even know your name, why should I think your intentions are friendly?” Clara raised her eyebrows and looked at him. “Oh, you want my name? Well Bonjour Mademoiselle. Jje m’appelle Alexeander, et toi?” “Well Alexeander, je m’appelle Clara. J’aime tes yeux.” Clara could see that her comment bothered Alexeander. She raised her hands in surrender and kept apologizing. Alexeander chuckled and said that it was fine only that it surprised him. It wasn't everyday where someone said that they love the other person’s eyes. Of course it surprised him Clara, you’ve only just met the guy and started talking. “Salut? You there?” Alexeander waved his hand in front of Clara’s face “Pardon” She muttered, her eyes drifting towards the floor. “Why do you always do that? You should talk sometime. Maybe then you would have friends.” Clara flinched when Alexeander said the word friends, it sounded like he was mocking her. Poor Clarissa, the little shy girl who has no friends. Clara stood up, she didn't want to sit next to Alexeander anymore if he was going to be like this. Exiting the cafeteria, she felt a hand grab her wrist and pulled her to the side. “And where are you going? I thought we were having a conversation” “Well I don’t want to have a conversation with someone who mocks me for having no friends.” Alexeander’s eyes widened, “ I wasn't mocking you, I wouldn't do that” Clara’s eyes started to water, “How do I know if you’re lying or not? I haven’t known you for that long and I know your friend’s reputation, and it’s not a good one” “You don’t have to worry about them, I don't associate myself with them anymore” “Really?” Clara was still skeptical, but she was willing to give Alexeander a shot, maybe she could actually make a friend. Alexeander sighed, “Yes really.” Clara knew that she shouldn't trust him but she was tired, so tired, of being friendless. She was so close to her breaking point and so close to falling over that edge and there would be no one to pull her back over. If Alexeander’s intentions were genuine, maybe, just maybe, Clara could finally

have someone to talk to. Someone to cheer her up when she was down. Most of all she could prove that she wasn't just some shy loser who would be alone forever. Clara had a grin on her face, one that Alexenader noticed. “I’m going to regret this, aren't I?” Clara raised her shoulders, “Probably” School was finally over and Clara was happy to go home but then remembered that she had to go to detention. “Geez, thanks so much Alexeander” Clara whispered to herself. Walking into the dark, cramped room that was used for detentions, she could see that there were only two other people here. One of them was sitting in a desk by the door and had their head down, obviously not caring about the assignment that was written on the board. The other was sitting in a desk that was by a window, whose head was turned, gazing out, looking at the storm clouds rolling in. Hopefully it’s not raining when I have to walk home, Clara thought. “Bonjour Mademoiselle” A voice whispered in her ear. Clara whirled around and saw Alexeander standing behind her. “What are you doing here?” Clara whispered “Are you not excited to see me? Huh, I thought you would be happy that you wouldn’t have to suffer here alone?” “Both of you sit down in a desk and be quiet and write the essay!” the Mr. Flakes voice roared. Clara and Alexeander both jumped and quickly went to the two empty desks that were by the window. The other boy turned his head and Clara realized that he was one of Alexeander’s old friends. As Clara and Alexeander sat down, out of the corner of her eye she saw a look pass between the ex-friends. Clara should have thought more of it but she let it go. Throughout detention Clara and Alex talked about anything that came to mind, Clara had tried to do the assignment on the board, but Alex had taken the paper and only pencil she had away and told her that it was pointless. “They don’t even check the essay and besides Mr. Flakes is asleep and he probably wont be up until after we are gone” “Fine, but if I get in trouble I-“ “I’ll say that I held your pencil hostage” Clara broke out in quiet laughter, not wanting to wake up Mr. Flakes “Really? That’s your excuse for me?” Clara

continued to laugh while Alexeander tried to defend himself. “Can you shut up? This is why you have no friends, you’re so annoying” a voice behind her said. Clara turned around and saw it was Alex’s old friend. “Well, for your information, thanks for telling me that I’m annoying I already know, and second of all Alex is my friend. So thank you and goodbye.” Clara huffed and turned back around in her chair. “Oooh we got a tough-cookie over here” Alex laughed “Tough-cookie? What are you? Nine?” The voice behind them sounded again. “No one asked you, Josh” Ah, so his name was Josh. So generic, so simplistic, yet he thought he was all that. “It’s not that hard Alex, all you say is bad-“ “SHHHHH” Clara covered her ears. She didn't like it when people cursed around her. It just sounded so harsh. “What, is little chicken-little frightened of a little curse?” Clara’s faced turned beat red, “Why you little-“ Clara about lunged out of her chair when Alex held her down. “Good job Alex, holding the-“ BING. The second dismissal bell for detention rang. Clara didn't want to hear what Josh was about to say so she grabbed Alex’s hand and led him out of the classroom. It was pouring rain when Clara and Alex exited the school building “Great” Clara muttered. Alex noticed and of course she knew that she had to walk home. “Would you like a ride?” “You don’t have to go out of your way.” “No, Its fine. And besides, I still have to make up for earlier.” “Earlier?” Clara was confused, obviously not remembering the incident that had caused her getting a detention in the first place. “Bumping into you… Not helping you up?” “Oh yeah, but you still don’t have to.” Alex wasn't going to argue anymore so he picked Clara up and threw her gently over his shoulder and started running in the rain towards his car, all the while Clara was banging on his back. “Unhand me this instant! This is ridiculous! Isn't this kidnapping?!?!” “Not if I’m driving you to your house” Alex responded.

After Alex had dropped her off, Clara took deep breaths while standing at her front door, her hand on the doorknob. Once Clara was as ready as she ever would be and entered her house, preparing to face the wrath of her parents. It wasn't as bad as Clara had thought. She told her parents what had happened and they understood. Clara was shocked. It was as if her parents had been replaced with clones. All they had said was to make sure she didn't get another detention. Getting ready for bed, Clara was excited to go to school tomorrow. She had finally made a friend and she wouldn't be lonely anymore. She went to bed with a smile on her face, thinking that things were finally taking a turn for the better. Two weeks into their friendship, Clara could say that their friendship was growing stronger. Alex didn't share everything with Clara and vice-versa as they weren’t that close yet. But Clara could sense that Alex was hiding something. Alex would always run off to take a phone call or miss movie nights that they had planned days before. Now Clara knew that plans change and she was fine if he couldn't make it. But what bothered her is that he didn't Call. Alex hadn't called, texted or tried to reach her at all. Clara thought he could’ve at least have done something to say that he couldn't make it, instead of having Clara waiting up three hours past the eight O’clock movie time. “Soooo? Did you forget anything?” Clara asked Alex on Monday. She tried to reach Alex over break but he never answered. “I’m pretty sure it-“ Alex’s eyes widened. “I missed movie night didn't I?” “Yeah, but It’s okay!” “I’m so-“ “If you apologize I’m going to punch you, you were probably busy. So for the final time, It’s okay” At the end of the school day, Clara waited outside for Alex to walk out of the doors. After that rainy day, Alex had taken up the job of driving Clara to and from school. But today, Alex was running late, usually Alex was waiting outside her seventh period class but for some reason, he wasn’t. Clara looked down at her phone, about to text Alex to ask where he was, when suddenly her phone dinged, indicating that she got a text: ‘Hey, sorry can’t drive you today’-A That’s strange Clara thought. No matter what was going on, Alex always drove Clara home. Alex was always worried that Clara would get hurt, even if she

had been walking to and from school for the past three years. So getting a text from Alex saying that he couldn't drive her home was weird. But Clara didn't mind much, a walk would be good. ‘Hey, you want to do something later?’-C ‘Sorry, busy’-A ‘Well, have fun with whatever you’re doing’-C Clara noticed that Alex didn't respond to her but it was reasonable, he was busy. But Clara noticed that Alex was drifting away from her. It hasn't even been a month yet and she already felt that Alex didn't want to be her friend. Was something wrong with me? Am I just some freak who can’t keep a friend longer than a month? Clara sighed. She climbed the stairs to her bedroom, put on some sweats and a sports bra and fell onto her bed and decided to take a nap. Clara woke up to her phone ringing and saw the caller ID. “Alex?” “-And I had taken up on this bet, right?” “Alex? Salut?” “I mean, she was SO annoying” Clara had tears in her eyes, she had a faint idea about who he was talking about. Based on the noise that was coming from her phone she guessed that he was at a party, and that’s where he probably was the other times her was so “busy” Clara hung up the phone, tears filling her blue eyes, sobs racking through her. She didn't hear the next part though, the most important part. “-But that’s what I love about her. She ’s so funny and true and always argues with me, She’s the one of the best friends that I could ever have. Oh and Josh, Alec I’m dumping you guys. Thanks for making the bet, I’ve finally found a true friend.” The next day at school Clara did everything she could to avoid Alex. Whenever he saw her and called her name she ran away. Clara couldn't face him. She was humiliated. How could she be so stupid to think that someone would actually try to become her friend? At lunch, she did her best to avoid Alex, but somehow he found her. “Clara? What’s wrong? Why are you avoiding me?” Clara ripped her wrist from Alex’s grasp. She ran towards the other end of the school and stopped behind the corner. She heard clapping coming from where Alex still stood. “Great job on losing your friend” Josh sneered “Go away” Alex whispered “No, I want to show you something” Josh taunted After watching the video, Clara could see Alex’s

head snap up and meet hers. “Clara!” Alex started running towards her but she didn't want to hear it. Turning away, she ran toward the entrance of the school. Her feet pounded against the cobblestone as she ran past all the old, cracked buildings. Her breaths came in pants as tears streamed from her blue eyes. Her hair flying everywhere in a magenta haze. “Clara! Wait! Stop! S’il te plait! You know I didn’t mean it!” A voice called from the distance, but Clara didn’t want to hear it. Her emotions were everywhere, pushing on her heart and causing her to stumble on the rough stones. She gasped in pain, but stood back up and kept running away. Running away from the monster who was only using her as a friend.

Holiday Lights

Showdown I

Melissa Salvatore (Class of 2017)

t was three weeks before Christmas, and many of the Applewood Community’s residents, including neighbors, Tyler and Josh, began putting up their glorious Christmas decorations. Every year, the community holds the “Applewood Holiday Lights Showdown,” a competition where every house in Applewood can try to be the most creative in holiday decorating, using multiple lights and decorations, such as garlands and blow-up snowmen. The winner of this competition normally receives a five-hundred dollar Visa gift card, which always excites Tyler and Josh. This year, Tyler’s goal was to beat his neighbor Josh because last year, he lost to Josh’s candy-cane wonderland; it had over five-hundred light-up candycanes—both big and small—on his rooftop along with a flying light-up sled with nine reindeer, including Rudolph, and a blow-up Santa Claus. It was such a crowd pleaser that no other house was considered to be the first place winner of the competition. Although that was the case, Tyler felt that his Christmas rocket ship, where he practically decorated his house to look like a rocket ship with a giant red tent over his roof, and Christmas lights, stickers, and other decorations, should have won. However, according to the neighborhood, it was deemed to be “lame” and a “big blob of red.” “Things will be better,” Tyler mumbled to himself as he prepared for this year’s competition. It was a bright and sunny afternoon. Boxes of Christmas lights were being put out and ladders were being climbed. Every resident in the Applewood Community was preparing for the annual “Applewood Holiday Lights Showdown,” including Tyler and his neighbor who didn’t see him as competition. Tyler began to place lights on the many bushes surrounding his big, beige, two-story home.

Pink on one bush, blue on another, followed by green, orange, yellow, and red. This year, Tyler has tried to create a “Christmas Disco” theme with flashing color lights and a dancing Santa Claus doll underneath a shiny, silver disco ball that played popular holiday tunes when turned on. Just as Tyler placed the last of the bush lights, Josh came out. “Hey rocket boy!” Josh yelled. Tyler looked up with wide eyes. “What lame idea are you going to come up with this year? Santa comes to town in a UFO?” he chuckled. Tyler was not amused. “Very funny, peppermint patty. As a matter of fact, my idea is so good and so spectacular that it will blow your house away...from first place!” Replied Tyler. “Aw, you’re so adorable with that cute imagination of yours. We'll see how that goes for you princess.” “Oh, it’s on!” Tyler quickly turned around and raised his right fist in the air. By five-thirty, the sun was beginning to set and while most residents decided to continue decorating their houses on the next day, both Tyler and Josh chose to stay outside and decorate. At this hour, Tyler was more than halfway done with his house, adding lights to all his bushes, front entrance, and roof. Now, Tyler’s next step was to add the disco ball and dancing Santa Claus. Out of all the decorating, putting this up was the most difficult because it was huge and so heavy to lift. It was at least a foot taller than him. “Oh, this shouldn’t be so bad,” he thought to himself. Tyler began to climb the ladder. As he climbed each step, the wind gusts grew. The ladder wobbled, but that didn’t stop Tyler. He was so into decorating his house and winning the competition that he wouldn’t let one thing stop him. He was determined to get the disco ball with Santa on before the end of the day.

After about three minutes of wobbling, Tyler grasped the top of the decoration and tried to pull it to his rooftop. It was so heavy that he had to use both hands to do the job. He began to sweat and breath heavily. Just as he had lifted the figure to the rooftop, the wind grew stronger, and down went the ladder, Tyler, and the disco ball with the dancing Santa Claus. He got up, still holding onto the figure. “I wonder why this isn’t so heavy anymore,” Tyler mumbled. He then looked down and realized that his figure had shattered. Bits of shiny silver pieces were being blown away by the wind. His dancing Santa detached, leaving him with only Santa’s head and hat. Tyler was angry. He didn’t want anything else to go wrong, so he decided to head inside for the night. The next morning, Tyler woke up pretty early. Despite the broken disco mishap, he was eager to continue and work on his house. Because of the broken disco ball and dancing Santa doll, he decided to change his “Christmas disco” idea to something he refers to as a ‘smaller version of Santa’s Enchanted Forest.’ Tyler pulled out multiple cardboard boxes full of lights from his garage and began to put them up. He was more determined than ever. He wasn’t going to let a broken Santa put him down. As he was putting up lights, Josh began to take a couple glances here and there. He put lights on his bush and looked up at Tyler on his ladder. “Hey light boy!” Tyler turned his head and looked down at Josh. “I heard about your broken disco Santa thing and I’m really sorry about it.” Tyler had to think twice about what Josh said. “Really?” “No, I’m just glad I can finally make a joke about it.” “What kind of joke, dude?” Josh began to laugh. “Looks like you had a Panic! At the Disco!” Tyler ignored the taunts and went back to work while Josh was rolling on the floor, crying tears of laughter. “Anyways, Joshy boy,” Tyler began, “In all seriousness, what are you planning on doing this year? You know, you come at me for my idea, but what are you doing?” “Well, rocket boy, I’m doing something I’d like to call,” he paused for a moment for dramatic effect, “A surprise.” Tyler gave him a serious death stare. “That’s it?” he asked in confusion. “Yeah. Once you see it you won’t believe your eyes.” Tyler began to laugh. “A surprise? That’s it?! I can’t believe I actually have a chance this year!” “Ho, ho, ho, very funny that it’s coming out of your mouth, disco boy.” Tyler wasn’t listening and cried tears of laughter. “That’s it.” Josh jumped over the bushes and knocked down Tyler’s ladder.

“Hey!” Tyler yelled. “It’s on, rocket boy.” The competition was strong between Tyler and Josh. Regardless of Josh’s idea, Tyler knew that he had to step up his game. He hung lights all over his house, from the bushes all the way to the rooftop. He also found the blow-up Santa Claus he used last year and placed it on his rooftop, along with two Christmas trees, and multiple light-up gift boxes. After many hours of shattered ideas and putting up lights, Tyler had finally finished decorating his house. Covered with thousands of lights, he called his house “Santa’s Star (Tyler)” because he felt that his house was luminous like a star, and he thought that he was on Santa’s “nice list” this year. He was proud of his house and felt that it was enough to beat Josh. Tyler stepped back and viewed his home. He then looked at Josh’s and saw that he wasn’t done. “Hey peppermint patty!” Josh turned around and looked at Tyler’s house. He was stunned. “Do you like it? I call it ‘Santa’s Star (Tyler)’ because when it's turned on,” Tyler ran to his house and hit a light switch. “My house is a bright as a star! Oh, and Santa is up there because I found him and thought he needed his own little wonderland.” Josh was too shocked for words. Tyler’s house was so bright and extravagant that he had to wear sunglasses. “I can't believe I'm saying this but I...” Josh paused. “Come on, say it. I know you want to.” “I-I like your house! Okay? I like your house!” He angrily shouted. “Are you happy now, starry night?” Tyler smiled at Josh. “Why, yes I am.” People began to walk past Tyler’s house, but with much caution because his house was very bright. His house received many compliments and was even deemed as “one of the coolest homes in Applewood” by one person. Tyler added thousands of lights, trying to go for the “smaller Santa’s Enchanted Forest” look. Just as things were going well, there was one plug he used where he had connected too many lights, and the lights plugged in were shutting on and off. “Wait, what? There's no way!” Tyler stared at his house in confusion. “I made sure every light I put up was working well.” Just as he was walking to check on the plug, he began to smell smoke. He walked towards the plug and saw a big blob of orange. “Oh,no,” Tyler mumbled in fear. The plug caught on fire and it was quickly spreading. Tyler was afraid and just wanted to lie on the floor and cry. He ran to kitchen, filled up a bucket of water, and threw it on the outlet. Little did he know that the water caused the fire to grow more. At this moment, he panicked. He ran outside his house screaming for help. Everyone was afraid, including Josh, who ran away from the situation. Tyler quickly

ran into his kitchen, grabbed his home phone, and ran outside, where he called 911. While waiting for the fire department to arrive, he turned around to look at his house. Half of it was alright, but the other half was being burned to the ground. Tyler was devastated. He wanted everything to go right, and he did his best to make sure of that. He sat down on his driveway and cried. “I just wanted things to go right!” He would mutter occasionally. After ten minutes, the fire department arrived. They took out their hoses and put the fire. They explained that the problem was from the outlet, which Tyler already knew. Tyler looked at the burnt part of his house. He then looked at the part that wasn't burned. All of the bright colors of light had disappeared. He laid on his driveway and began sobbing. “Why? Why me?” He shouted. A few minutes later, Josh walked over to Tyler and sat next to him. “Hey,” he quietly said. “I'm really sorry man.” “There's no need to be sorry. It was my fault! Urgh. I'm such an idiot!” Tyler shouted in anger. “Hey, you're not an idiot, you just let the competition get into your head. I know you want to win so bad, but the quantity you have on your house doesn't matter, it's all about the quality of your house. Like, your house is full of lights, but what are you trying to show?” “What are you trying to tell me? Tyler asked. “I'm saying, quality trumps quantity. If you want to win, win from your heart and show the people you have genuine Christmas spirit because as much as I loved your house and your little wonderland, I could tell you were just putting them up to show off and not because you had any spirit.” “Thanks, Josh. But hey, didn't you have a ton of lights last year too?” “Yes, but I wanted to put them up and I knew better than to plug in too many lights into an outlet.” They both laughed. “Hey,” Josh put his hand on Tyler’s shoulder, “If anything, I could help you out with decorating?” “Wait what?” Tyler was confused. “Really?” “Yeah man, we can make the best holiday house together. Are you in?” Josh put out his hand. “I'm in.” Tyler sat up and shook Josh’s hand. “Alright! How about we start tomorrow morning?” “Sounds good to me!” Tyler and Josh said goodnight to each other and went inside. It was the next morning, and Tyler and Josh were working on their so called “special holiday house” together. Josh pulled out many boxes of lights, garlands, and other decorations he had in his garage and together, they began to work. This experience was different for Tyler. Instead of feeling bitter and competitive, he felt happy and content. As much as

he wasn't pleased about his half-burned house, he was glad that he had gotten to do this with someone he deemed as “competitive.” Tyler put lights on the bushes Josh didn't put lights on, as Josh finished hanging lights on his roof and on top of his garage door. Once they finished, they added mini Christmas trees to Josh’s front entrance. Josh had a big space of grass left, so he added three blow-up snowmen. “Looks like we’re done!” Tyler exclaimed. “Woah, not so fast, light boy!” Tyler was confused. “I found a way to incorporate your house too.” “You did?” Tyler was stunned. “But half of it is burned down.” “I know, but you'll see.” Josh smiled. “Here, add these mini Christmas trees in the space between our mailboxes.” Josh instructed. Josh had this idea of creating a winter wonderland using the two houses. He climbed on Tyler’s ladder and began to eliminate many of the lights Tyler had put on beforehand and plugged all the lights that survived into multiple outlets. His roof had somehow survived, so his little Santa wonderland got to stay. Meanwhile, Tyler placed the trees and then discovered blow-up penguins and polar bears and added a few of them for the effect. Josh climbed down and saw Tyler working. “Wow! That looks great!” Josh told him. It was six o’clock and the sun was setting. Tyler and Josh were close to finishing their extravagant winter wonderland. The last thing they put on was a wooden sign that read, “Made by Tyler and Josh.” They took a step back. “Wow, it's beautiful!” Tyler said in awe. He was proud of what he and Josh had done. “Isn't it?” “I'm so glad we did this together. Thank you Josh.” “Me too man.” They both hugged for twenty seconds before letting go and happily yelled, “Well, let's get this show on the road!” Josh plugged in the lights, and Tyler and Josh’s winter wonderland had begun. People began to pass by, taking pictures and standing still and walking around in awe. They received so many compliments from all the neighbors. This was a good thing. Not only did it increase their chances of winning, but it also brought joy to their hearts and an increase in their selfesteems. Seeing all those people smile, made their hard work worth it, especially for Tyler. It was Friday night and all the houses in Applewood were decorated, and it was time to find out the winner of the “Applewood Holiday Lights Showdown.” Each year, the winner was determined by two judges: the president of the community, Mr. Applewood and his wife, Meagan. Together, they walked around, and the best decorated house won the gift card. Tyler and

Josh were excited that the judges were going to see their “winter wonderland” decoration, but also nervous that they'd be disqualified for using two houses. After viewing multiple houses, the Applewoods had reached Tyler and Josh’s house. “Hi, there, how are you tonight?” Josh greeted the judgest, but they didn't say a word. “This year, we used two houses for this, mine and Tyler’s.” The judges were stunned. “Well, you see,” Tyler began, “my house had caught on fire and half of it burned down, so Josh had this idea that we could both make a winter wonderland together.” The Applewoods stared at each other, nodded with smiles, and then walked away. “Do you think we did okay?” Tyler asked. “I'm sure we did.” Josh smiled. After two hours, the Applewoods had made their decision. Everyone walked to the community’s multipurpose center to find out the winner. “Hello there everyone! We're so happy to have you all here!” Mr. Applewood began. The crowd started cheering. “My beautiful wife, Meagan and I have found our winner.” The crowd gasped. “Now, this year, the winner is a little different because usually, we only allow you to work with one house and one house only, but this story and the way it was decorated, had Meagan and I in tears.” Tyler and Josh smiled at each other. “Now, without further ado, the winner of this year’s ‘Applewood Holiday Lights Showdown’ is…” The crowd gave a drum roll. “Tyler and Josh!” Mr. Applewood yelled with joy. The crowd began to cheer. Tyler and Josh had gone up on the stage and received their five-hundred dollar gift card. “Do you have any words to say?” Mr. Applewood asked, handing them the microphone. “I do,” Tyler took the microphone. “Wow! I can't believe this has happened!” The crowd began to cheer again. “After everything that has happened, from my broken decorations, to half of my house burning down, this is a dream come true. I would like to thank the Applewoods for holding this competition and for picking our houses to win.” Tyler paused and the crowd began to clap. “And I would also like to thank Josh. Josh, I know we started off on bad terms, but you came to me when I was down and have taught me so much, from realizing quality trumps quantity, to realizing that I took everything to my head and made it something worse than my ideas, to finding out that I consider you a friend. Thank you so much man. I couldn't have done this without you.” Josh smiled and Tyler went to hug him. The crowd began cheering, with loud claps and roars all around the room.

After the selection of the winner, they walked home. “Hey, thanks man, for that wonderful speech you made. It touched my heart,” Josh said. “Hey, just trying to be a great friend,” they smiled at each other. “Hey, so what are you doing for Christmas?” Josh asked. “Well, I'm going to get the house fixed.” They both giggled. “And...uh...that's pretty much it.” “Hey, if you want, you're more than welcome to come over.” “Thanks man.” They shook hands. “What got you into asking me to come over?” “Well,” Josh began. “Half of your house burned down, and I enjoyed working with you and realized that you've been a great friend.” “Aw, that's too kind,” Tyler blushed and put his hand on Josh’s shoulder. “If anything man, take the gift card, because you made this one of the best holiday seasons for me.” “Heck, no! You take it. Half of your house is burnt down,” Josh exclaimed. Tyler laughed. “Alright man, I gotta head in and get ready for bed.” Josh yawned. “Alright man. Again, Thanks for everything.” Tyler said, smiling. “You're welcome,” Josh responded. They both hugged, said goodnight, and headed inside.

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Editor-in-Chief:

2016-2017 Staff

Ayanna Stark

Supervising Editors:

Matthew Crespo Donte Johnson Ricky Lucas

Noureen Virani

Sarahara Alexander Gabriella Caprice

Alexander Morales Junior Editors

Megan Newhart Shyanne Medlin Lauren Diaz

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Matthew Cordova

Language Arts Department Chair Dr. Michele Cash

School Principal

Haleh Darbar

Ambrosia Blue Keely Fetter

Moriah Rolle

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about 500 pieces. During the second phase, a similar process is conducted for the prose writing. The final phase of selection comes from Everglades Literary Fair, where the first place winners are selected to go into the Magazine.

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he Editor-in-Chief of the book selects the books style as one of their first duties, they sample fonts and colors as well as look at past magazines to generate a feel and look that they believe will highlight the work found in the book. This year, teal and orange were selected as the main colors of the book with red as highlighting color. The fonts that were used for the titles of each pieces was Lifestyle M54 and the body of the pieces were typed in Century Gothic. Each poem title had a font size of 24 while the prose pieces were given a font of 60 to attempt to match the style of modern professional magazines.