The End of Summer

by Karen Dey

Excerpt

Beep, Beep, Beep went my alarm. I groaned and put my face in my pillow. The sun shined into my room and my curtains swayed in the light wind from the opened window. Something you should know about me is that I am not a morning person, and I mean NOT a morning person. It normally takes four alarms before I get out of bed. I sat up and rubbed my eyes and got out of bed. The cold floor felt nice on my bare feet. When I got to the kitchen I found a note on the table saying “Sage, I am at the bakery and will be working double shi. I will be back late but make sure that your suitcase is packed and you ' re ready to go. -MOM” Of course she is out again. She sometimes works double shis at the bakery baking and serving customers. I was wondering about what she meant about “make sure your suitcase is packed” while I ate breakfast. I brushed it off and went to my room to change and pack for this “trip”. I changed into a pair of white jean shorts, blueish short sleeve shirt, and light brown sandals. Brushed my brown hair and added clips. What I packed was 5 days worth of clothes and pajamas. I had no idea where we were going or anything. For the rest of the day I just sat at home doing nothing till my mom came home. When she finally came home, at like 6:30, she did not look like she was at a bakery for the day. Normally she comes home with her apron covered in baking powder, her hair all messy, and tired. But now when she walked in the door she was smiling, and holding a suitcase, with a flowy dress with floral patterns all over, and a sun hat on her head. At that moment I could tell that we were going somewhere tropical. “Come on, don’t look so surprised. Get that bag and let's go!” she said, almost flying into the sky with excitement. I ran to my room and changed some things out for the tropical trip. Like adding a swim suit and some flip flops. I grabbed my things and we headed for the car. When I was clambering down the stairs I didn't even care that everyone was looking at me. I busted through the door and ran to the car. We both got in the car and when we started driving my mom said “Wow, Sage I have never seen you so excited. You're always so shy.” “Well” I say “ we are going on a trip! Am I not supposed to be excited?” We laughed and talked all the way to the airport. She told me that we are going to Costa Rica!

by Lilah Groff

What’s Down the Rabbit Hole

By Theo Leyva

Amazing abstract artifacts below, Bleak faces with no eyes, Constant consecutive motifs on Dreary labyrinths disguised as corridors, Everywhere walls close in. the Fear of not knowing what's around the corner. Greater sensations then the past five, Hear the sounds of nothing at all. The Identity of balance, sharp Jagged edges that are so Know all ideas as feasible.

Limitless ideas of pure imagination

Millions do not know.

A cop car

by Daniel Kiamie

O-ugly Was the witch

In her hut. We took her To laser tag

And she started Hurling

When she saw The bright lights. Laser Blue and red barf

All over The carpet floor. It looked

Like a cop car Out on the shady Streets.

What’s In My Wallet

By Zachary Roberts

Amazing things like a five guys gi card. Beautiful things, mom ’ s credit card, no spending limit. But cash too. Pieces of paper, coins, an insane amount of trash. No room for any more gi cards or tickets. Stuff I shouldn't have, like gi cards that might be mine. Stuff I forgot about, like four year old Mcdonald's receipts, Maybe even some crumbs. Great things, like the Fortnite item shop. Amazing drawings of spongebob, Better than the real one.

Old NBA tickets from years ago. Useless pieces of paper that barely fit. Someone's horrible messy wallet that might be mine.

Burning computer

by Lee Birch

O musty

Was the gnome In his crusty bush. We took him too our home, He started to Dance

When he saw the front lawn Fire.

His dance was on fire, It moved His crunchy body. He looked Like a burning computer

Out in a gaming room.

by Lilah Groff