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Eyes
Do I matter anymore
You say you hate the
loneliness
You say you hate being
ignored
Why do you do this to me
I was there through all the
tears
Yet now you don't want me
there
- Felice Bombart
Carrie
Lauren Miceli
Shannon Murphy
LEGOS
!Legos lied like leafs painted against and entanglement of fuzzy
white carpet and smiling school books as a protruding red brick
uncomfortably found refuge in my foot, not that I minded. The
three thirty stage was set shrouding the playroom in
imagination.I pulled the buttons off my obedient mood and
dropped it unfolded on the floor, replacing it with a cooler,
more fitting playful one.I was the creator and I was ready to
create. Each little brick assembled himself into obedient
formation,dictating the pressure of hammering palms like my
attempted class dictation of inks cryptic brushstrokes earlier
that day. An active mind and swinging, wiggling toes created an
expressive signature of multicolored walls, collectively a suitable
home for an adventurous lego man and his rakish companions.
!!!!I continued my build with another lego apartment
conveniently placed atop the green roof s symmetrical bumps,
letting the word lego stretch behind my teeth to the training
wheeled hordes on the streets outside. It was perfect, or at least
almost because, although my aim was a city, I faced a constant
battle with the lego tin budget committee. After several violent
shakes and even the twists of my extended arm, I was forced
into a repeated realization that the deepest pits of the tin were
simply not in my jurisdiction; I was forced to downsize.
!!!!The walls of my next, smaller apartment built themselves as
I thought of a viable name for the complex, or estates, or
gardens, or hotel: mansion. Brick after tiny brick was squeezed
childishly into art and story after tiny backstory flew like rogue
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bullets onto a pile of dormant lego men, giving them life even
with the lost arms or backwards heads.Once each box
apartment was shaped, I stood over my domain to donate
several awe filled peeks at the creation. Finally when all that was
left was fitting each finished box together, I rushed downstairs
for apple juice and the sun set on stage; lego men subduing their
children into premature bedtimes, only to be waken up minutes
later. Allowing my citadel naptime, until dad would come home
and aid the mansions construction with complements.
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!!!!When I went back to the playroom I noticed the street
outside turn a heated red in competition with a yellow school
bus, a daily occurrence that lulled my creativity. Ella got off and
danced her way across the street, parting the buss exhaust as if
swatting a horse fly. At the door she was greeted by her mirror,
her younger sister, but my twin. I could hear Ella below kiss the
ground with her feet and then scornfully reject it for another
step.The playroom was at jeopardy, again. Lego men, lego boys
and bricks, took emergency shelter as they were stuffed like
bubble gum into a slew of colors under the tongue of the
couch. !The lego men prayed the pair of giggling steps would
not get louder, but I however, was not so optimistic and within
the next seconds, I knew the door would fling open. I was right.
!!!Ella and twin came down the hallway and into the playroom
grappling evenly for the bottom hand on their prized cd,
Cinderella. Like everyday, the sisters would cling to their
possessions in a mutual awe. Like everyday, the sisters would sit
relaxed, mindlessly on the couch. Like everyday, the sisters eyes
would form bonds with the semi-static tv screen. But this day,
however, I could not bare to cede the lives of my precious lego
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Andrew Zuckerman
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- Arghavan Zolfaghari
Zach Wolff
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Forever More
The yellow light gleaming down upon me
Is it a sign?
My skin shivering with the feel of the first touch of blue
Why does my body react this way?
I see the red through his somewhat translucent skin pulsing
through his veins
Is there such a thing as immortality?
Questions bundling up inside, filling my clueless and tranquil
mind.
Why is it that I ask why or any question?
Why is it that I am so curious about questions that the answers
contain to still be
unknown and will be forever more?
- Jillian Baker
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Zach Wolff
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Andrew Zuckerman
Succulent
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Jillian Baker
Dearest Nicole,
Februrary 9, 3028
I just recently learned the news that our brother, Jerry, was
taken by the government and placed into a secret facility
because of his doltish decisions. It is probably just a matter of
time that the government will make him talk, and soon we will
no longer be secure. We need to flee to Africa and bring its
technology back to the United States. Our people need to
realize that the rumors they have been hearing about ipods,
televisions, cell phones, factories, and laptops are all true. When
they realize that our government has been lying to them all these
years, they will stand with us. If it our plan fails, then we can
only hope that one day our sons and daughters will carry out
our mision.
A cargo ship comes from Africa about every other month
to give supplies to the government. Its silly how the
government has technology and we dont. Everything is so
currupt and that is why we need to turn back the clock. In the
middle of the night, we will sneak onto the cargo ship. When
we arrive in Africa, we will follow the map that our father had
left for us before he was killed by the government. The map
will lead us to his partner, whose name is still unknown. From
there, he, or she, will give us equipment, such as computers,
ipods, cell phones, ect. We will then take a ship back to the
United States and show our people proof. Afterwards, I
promise that I will do everyhting in my power to bring out
brother back to us safely.
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I know that we are doing the right thing. I have faith that
our plan will work and that we will avenge our fathers death.
We will be known as heroes throughout the world, and when
our people say thank-you to us we will tell them not to thank
us, but to thank our father. Its silly how it was our fathers idea
in the first place to have this type of society. I wish that he
knew how corrupt the government system would become: birds
flying high in the sky, watching our every move like spys under
cover. The only difference is that spys are good, and the
government is far from good.
The acrid food the government serves to us to show their
superiority will be long over after our mission. I cant bare
eating any more fruits and vegtables, and uncooked meat. I
want a grill. They seem so lovely. It heats itself up just like that
I hear. I want my hunger to be slaked and conciliated. Also, I
want to read a book on an ipad; it is so hard to find the exact
book you are looking for in a huge library. Our environment
has been regenerated over the last 200 years, so why hasnt the
government released us from their chains? Temperatures have
been back to normal so there is no more global warming. So
why is the govenrment so petrified about returning to the way
things used to be?
We will meet at our usual place in two days at 3:00 pm
sharp. Get ready to bring back technology and society. Come
prepared for any surprises and conflicts that may come our way.
I cant tolerate this terrible feeling anymore, knowing that there
is a television somewhere in the world calling out my name.
Sincerely, Jillian
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Nancy Zang
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What is
What is, What was,
What Wont, What Will,
What added fun,
Could life, fulfill?
The past has gone,
Although not lost,
And hope comes with,
But at what cost?
Today is such,
The life we hold,
Was once to come,
And soon will old.
The future lies,
Where dreams are made,
And death will come,
A debt soon paid,
Although not clear,
Although undone,
Life unravels,
One by one.
The present, Future,
Past lay still,
What is, What was,
What wont, What will
Mohammad Khanzada
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Ready
Im ready.
I dont want to do it anymore. The chemo, the hospital
trips, the cancer perks. I dont want to do any of it anymore. Im
tired of being a fighter, I want to be at peace for once. This has
been going on for thirteen years. Thirteen very, very long years.
My body is tired.
Ive never been a normal kid, or a normal teenager. So Ive
never been treated like one either. It sucks, let me tell you that.
People act like theyre walking on eggshells around me. Its not
worth it, really.
Im in my room, my laptop open, music playing softly
through its speakers. A steady flow of oxygen comes through a
clear tube thats connected to my nostrils. Dry tears drip from
the tip of my nose onto the tube and follow it down the oxygen
tank. Im not worried about myself, Im worried about the
people I know and love. This is going to hurt them, and itll
make me look selfish. Maybe I am selfish for wanting to die, but
I cant help it.
My boney fingers grip my iPhone; Im dialing my best
friends number.
Emma?
Hey, Jonah I sigh, I just wanted to let you know I
love you.
Whats wrong? Do you need me to take you to the
hospital?
No, I answer, Definitely not. I just need you to know
that I love you. You stuck by me when I went through whatever.
Im sure it wasnt easy for you.
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Emma, what are you doing? I mean, I love you too but
whats wrong? Where is your family?
Theyre not home, but it doesnt matter. Im okay.
Im coming over, He says. Keys are jingling in the
background.
Dont. You dont need to come rescue me, Jonah, Im
ready for this. I have been for a long time.
A car engine revs behind his voice, Talk to me, tell me
whats on your mind.
I sigh. It isnt that I dont want him with me I just hate it
when he shrinks me. Jonah is nothing of a shrink. Honestly?
Honestly, Jonah, I just want to be done. This life it isnt a real
one. Im not living; Im barely breathing. And Im tired. I am so
fucking tired. I cant even sleep anymore. Thirteen years of the
same thing gets exhausting, physically and emotionally. I want to
be normal. But, of course, that will never happen. Not for me,
not ever. If I live to be twenty, Ill still need help getting around.
Im fragile and I hate it. I will never be able to go out with
friends. I will never get to do normal teenage things. Maybe
Im only thinking of myself, but isnt that what everyone is
supposed to do? Think of themselves first. My parents can
never do that. Neither can my siblings. All of that, all of it, is
my fault.
Shh... Jonah pauses. A car door slams. Shortly after that,
the front door opens. My parents gave him a key for
emergencies.
My door is shut and locked. Jonah, I dont want you here.
If I die, I can make it look like it was my cancer. Just go,
please.
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But do you remember that day in third grade when we went on that
field trip? The one where we went to the planetarium? !Yeah, that one.
Thats one of my favorite memories. Maybe you dont remember, but that
was the day you waiting for me to get up the stairs when all your friends
went ahead. Then you helped me wheel my oxygen tank. Thanks for that.
I dont really know what else to say. Youve been one of the most
important people in my life. And you deserve to know why Im about to do
what Im about to do. Even though Ive told you.
I dont want my parents or my siblings to have to worry about me.
Im a burden. Cancer is. And if you think about it, cancer is just trying to
live, too. Just like me. But its impossible for both of us to live, happily, at
the same time. Live Ive said, its hard for me to do any of the necessities
one needs to live. Im not living any type of life that anyone would want to
live. So yeah, thats part of it.
And the other part is, well, Im ready. Ive been ready.
So, this is it. You should know that no one could have changed my
mind. I love you, Jonah. Thank you for putting up with me and sticking by
me. I am so sorry.
Love always,
Emma
I rip out the three loose-leaf pages and fold a blank one
into an envelope. Jonah is written across the front of it. I
write another letter to my family. Its to let them know nothing
is their fault and theyre the best anyone could ask for. After
placing the similar envelope next to Jonahs, I then retreat to my
bed.
And now Im ready.
- Shannon Murphy
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Samantha Siegler
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! Single Tear
Melissa
Celeste Roldan
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Sunflowers
Isabella DIorio
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Uzayr Arif
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On a Street in London
On a street in London,
there was a man,
playing his guitar.
He was poor.
I couldnt help but notice
his overgrown hair and beard
that needed to be shaved.
He began playing a song
slowly and softly,
not good,
but not bad.
He started to feel the music,
and that inspired me.
I am famous now,
all because of that man
on the street
in London.
I wonder if hes still there,
so I can thank him
and take him out of his shame
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The Change
Now peace fills the air of black and white
Back then hatred of segregation was a fight
In the future hands of different people are held so tight
Now the crest of black and white are mixed to keep
Back then little boys and girls cried themselves to sleep
In the future they rest without a peep
Now we are a miscellaneous draw assorted and all
Back then there were gates raised so tall
In the future we will play and fall
Now Obama leads the country with grace
Back then sadden faces were caused by race
In the future to come there will be no trace
Of segregation
-Jade Marcus
Michael Lituchy
-Freedom
A Cure to Obesity
In the United States, temptation to eat unhealthy, even
grotesque, food is everywhere. You cant walk ten steps in urban
America without seeing a McDonalds, KFC, or any other fast
food chain. Because of this, many weak-willed Americans
cannot resist the scent of delicious non-kosher pig parts or lowquality cow organs as a possible meal. Fortunately, fast food
chains are really skilled at hiding this fact and make them seem
like meals fit for the one percent.
Americans are constantly fooled into thinking that the
food theyre eating is of the highest quality; however, theyre
usually given the equivalent of cheap leftovers. Even with this
handicap, I believe that there actually is a cure to the obesity
epidemic that is plaguing our country todayapportioning food
based on ones body mass index (BMI).
As some may expect, the food that will be available will not
be the usual food that most people are used to. There will not
be and Big Macs, Double Cheeseburgers, or Happy Meals
anymore, but they will be replaced with healthier and smaller
alternatives. There are several products that will be banned and
will stop being produced as a result of this health initiative. One
product, Kool Aid, usually associated with a morbidly obese
man that doesnt know what a door is, will cease to be produced
until further notice because of its clear promotion of obesity
and its surplus of artificial sugars. Another chain of products
includes the Pillsbury line along with its main mascot, the
Pillsbury Doughboy. However cute the mascot may look, the
overabundance of cellulite centered on his stomach will not be
overlooked and should not set an example for anyone aspiring
to be like that in the future. These products, among many
Torn Face
Rachel Rosen
Frostbite
Clothes too tight
Dog-eared books
Dirty looks
An excess of clutter
Sticky peanut butter
Rhymes
- Sienna Brancato
Assisi
Nicole Cutinella
Kurtis Bassman
The Smile
the most beautiful smiles are
rare
gone before you blink
splashes of bright
on a cold, dark night
the most beautiful smiles are
given
without a care
as necessary as water
distributed as a way
to survive the day
the most beautiful smiles are
flashes of teeth
scrunched-up cheeks
quirking lips
the epitome of bliss
beautiful
because they exist
Erin OKelly
The Wall!Behind!Me
Theres a wall behind me. I raise my arms above my head to try
to push it down, but theres no use. Its indestructible. Its
invincible to my greatest hopes, to my strongest longing, to my
ever so gradually decreasing persistence. The bulldozer of my
deepest dauntlessness, the depth of with is unimpressive, cannot
dismantle it. Rather, the wall dismantles the bulldozer. Slowly,
the tires, then the steering wheel, then the hood that!covers!the
weakening motor are removed piece by piece and thrown into
the well of deep, dark well of failure that is!slowly becoming
saturated with!fragments of my prowess. Who placed it there?
Behind my back where it stands its ground!pretentiously,
proudly, definitively?!The culprit could only have been the
shadow of the drive within me, the dark side of what is inside
me that is striving, yet struggling to break through the wall; I
wish that shadow would learn something from Peter Pans. I lift
my right leg, push against the barrier with my hands, with my
aspirations, but the durability is effortlessly greater than my grit.
The material is like that of no other wall. This abrasive
limitation was put there by!someone, someone that doesnt want
to hurt me, but that doesnt know how to give me what Im
seeking. She knows what I seek,!but is preventing my finding it
for a reason that is unknown to me. Again, I raise my arms,!and
then!drop them in frustration, for I feel the rough, mocking
surface of the wall against my back. I look down. I see the
chasm of blue, never-ending blue,!beneath the!vexatious fourinch surface that my pinky toe threatens to roll off of. And for a
Jeanette Giacinto.
Ripped Jeans
We walk around, feeling fly as the as the geese outside
The classroom window we would watch them,
Texting under our desks
Chewing gum, popping bubbles, popping bottles
Of cheap wine with out store bought ripped jeans.
Someday I hope the rips of my jeans may be framed in blood,
Of scars Ive had and battles Ive lost.
I hope that though today I wear them to please,
That tomorrow theyll be a reminder of what Ive been.
May the rips in the fabric be more that just a trend,
That behind the hole there has been a scrape to mend.
I wish to have loved through so much that every time
I look down I see the memories of the times Ive tried
And the times Ive failed, and got up to wear my jeans once
again
My deepest desire is to have loved enough to have scars to
spare,
To be able to say with pride that I carry a lot of scars,
To have scars so strong that I can declare
That I like the way that sounds.
I carry a lot of scars.
I want the cuts in my jeans to be as real as the blood that was
shed,
To make them, endless adventures of failed
Vines
Hebah Hassan
Lauren Miceli
MariaPhone
The Wanderer
Ryan Helfant
Self Portrait ! !
Emily Giunta
Sienna Brancato
Fourteen
Wanting to grow
Wanting to stay the same
Questions
So many questions
How would you know?
Trust me, its possible
Pressure
Pressure
Pressure
Desperate to succeed
Not knowing
In between
Too old for certain things
But too young for others
Trying to grow up too fast
Growing up too fast
Adult generalizations
My kid wouldnt do that!
Yes, they would.
Best thing about being 14: Change
Worst thing about being 14: Change
Trying to act mature
Secretly wondering
Not wanting to ask
Wanting to ask
Mystery
Out of place
Uncertainty
Innocent, but not that innocent
Trying to be someone you dont want to be
Youre too this
Youre too that
Youre too you
Realization.
Hurricane 214B
James awoke in darkness. He reached for his nightstand
and felt for his glasses. Grasping them, he cleaned the lenses
with his shirt and placed them on his face. He looked at his
alarm clock, which read 6:14am. After climbing out of bed, he
walked toward the lone window in the corner of his room.
Heaving, he lifted the heavy iron covering that was placed over
the window glass. Immediately, heat was felt by his hands and
face, but the light from the outside was dim. Heavy clouds
covered the usually blue skies. A look outside the window
revealed dull, parched earth in place of the once lush garden.
James could not stand the heat much longer, and brought the
iron back to its position, covering the glass. He brushed his
teeth, changed his clothes, and made his way downstairs. He
misted his skin with cool water as required by law, before
making his way out the door.
James met an old, faded, yellow school-bus at the corner of
his street and went inside. James was never a people-person and
found social situations troubling. So instead of taking a seat next
to one of the many tired faces, James made his way to the back
of the bus and took the last empty seat. He looked out the
window, and took in the scenic view of the Atlantic Ocean and
the camera-equipped tourists that dotted the beach. Toledo,
Ohio hadnt always been a beach-town; the beaches were new,
and were created during the 100 year long Great Flood, which
flooded Eastern states like New York and Connecticut, and
caused the Eastern Coast of North America to recede to lands
further inland.
In the distance, James saw his concrete school building.
Soon enough, the school bus pulled into the school and James
got off the bus. He ran into school, already late, and found his
way through the artificially lit hallway. The school let no natural
light inside; the beaming heat from unblocked windows would
cause air-conditioning costs to skyrocket. James hurried into his
classroom and got a dirty look from his history teacher, Mrs.
Newberry, who resumed her lecture immediately:
And after the Industrial Revolution 300 years ago in the
1850s, as you know, global temperatures drastically increased.
Who read really well last night and can tell me more about
that?
Instantly, the hand of Janet Martin, the teachers pet and
study-fanatic, shot up. Just as quickly, Mrs. Newberry had called
on her.
Well, she said, in her perky and peppy voice the
Glaciers and ice caps melted, sea levels rose, and numerous
plant and animal species went extinct
Can you give an example of an extinct species? asked
Mrs. Newberry.
Of course she can, shes Janet Martin!, Aaron Thomas,
the school bully, mockingly exclaimed. That nerds probably
read the who-
Aaron stopped, petrified. The class gaze met Aarons. A
stream of water had made its way through cracks in the ceiling.
This had happened before, James remembered. The class also
came to the same realization.
QUICKLY CLASS, SIT IN THE CORNER OF THE
ROOM, NOW, called Mrs. Newbury.
She ran to the door and opened it. The sounds of rushing
water entered the classroom and Mrs. Newbury slammed the
door shut.
ButterFly
-Jackie Nathan
Table Manners
Mouth open and full
Was how to make your family proud
Nasty and loud
Was the only way allowed
Your elbows being absent was an unheard fable
You could forget your parents being stable
If you didnt have these manners at the table
A punishment would be forthcoming
Which generally involved your jaw numbing
In this society verbal communication went astray
Because there was simply nothing to say
Phones always out
Fingers continually moving without a doubt
Eating before everyone got their food
To put yourself in a better mood
Who uses forks and knives?
Using our hands is what weve done our whole lives
Slouching in your chair
Loudly sucking in all the air
Not really giving a care
Table Manners
Zach Wolff
Nothing
Cynthia Barbey
The Queen
Ryan Helfant
Thats why we shall not go back and paint over our ponies
Unicorns and rainbows from when we were five,
To twenty years later paint on instead nights
Of parties and cocktails
And one night stands.
The work is done, when the feeling is gone.
When you look back and cannot for however much you try,
To think like you did that one very time
And instead find that it was made by just another stranger
You once knew in the past.
Maria Hincapie
Lady In White
Alexa Copperstone
Ocho Muerte
Cynthia Barbey
The Venetian
Objects In Ink
Heather Chau
and her lips naturally red. Also, she should be skinny, but she
should never be dieting or trying to lose weight. Strong women
dont have weight issues.
She should like sports, cars, guns, or something interesting like
that. Strong females dont like romantic comedies, gossip
magazines, or anything regular females like.
Keep your female character away from the domestic sphere. You
should never show her cooking, cleaning or anything like that;
women who do these things arent strong. On a related note:
keep away from stay-at-home moms.
At some point, your strong female should have some sort of
office/workplace romance. Shes the boss and she isnt supposed
to sleep with her employees, but that doesnt stop her; she may
be a strong female, but she is still a female. There should be lots
of sexual tension. You should leave your viewers wondering:
will they? wont they? Spoiler alert: they will. Itll be a scandal:
maybe itll last, maybe it wont. However it ends up, there should
be a pregnancy scare involved.
If your character is in a crime drama or a lifetime movie, at
some point she should probably be raped. And it should be the
real kind of rape: the kind where she is attacked in a dark alley,
not the kind where she is too drunk to give consent: strong
women dont get themselves raped like that. She shouldnt talk
about it or show any vulnerability; that would be demoralizing.
Instead shell internalize it and be strong.
In general, she should never cry, even when shes on her period;
strong women dont PMS. Similarly she should never ask for
help; she can handle it herself because thats what strong women
do.
Remember: anytime you write a female character she
automatically becomes a role model for all women everywhere.
Young girls are very impressionable and arent independant
thinkers or good judges of character, its up to you to help them
learn how to be strong; we cant have another generation of
weak females!
Nicole! Cutinella
Emotionless Consumption
Closed windows, open eyes
You exude confidence, which I attempt to match
With my rolled back shoulders and seemingly steady gaze
Its all about what it looks like, isnt it?
Mesmerized by these closed windows,
Closed doors
Locked, yet I hold no security in that fact.
CAGED
Words jumble and suddenly, amber eyes are luminous
You stand alone, though I am beside you
Golden bars enclose golden eyes
As you kiss me, you mask your own pain with mine
My mind freezes and my hands match yours
Move for move.
You stare and see nothing
Your unforgiving mouth
Your hungry hands
SUFFOCATING
I close my frozen over eyes and cower within my frozen over
mind
Nighttime
realizations
revolutions
revelations
Clarity.
I can see straight through the walls in your icicle eyes
Forcing out feelings I convince myself are there
Bruised
Cynthia Barbey
Keziah Chung
Zach Wolff
Jackie Nathan
Past
Germanic View
Kurtis Bassman
Harvey- Paul!
Boy 5- Harvey stop.
Tom- I thought I told you to leave, Harvey. I dont want to see
your face.
Paul- This is what I am talking about.
Tom- Dont go any farther, freshman. You have it coming for
you. You dont know anything about me.
Paul- But I know what your father is like. There is so much
anger built up in you, that you just burst.
Tom- Do you want to say anymore? I dont think its a good
idea.
Paul- Leave. Leave that house, leave your father! No one
deserves that, not even you.
Tom walks to the edge of the stage and sits.
Tom- All my life Ive been treated likePaul- Nothing?
Tom- Nothing at all!
Paul sits next to Tom. Everyone starts cleaning.
Ryan Helfant
Outlook
Heather Chau
My Name
weaponry, while another one argued for rights for their race.
There was a new argument between these races every day. I
responded by completely putting down his society by calling
them a bunch of judgmental, ignorant people who dont know
how to cooperate.
As time moved on, my relationship with John improved
greatly. He taught me English, he taught me manners, how to
behave, how to feel emotions, and many other things Hoomans
do. John was also my Science, Math, Social Studies, and English
professor all at the same time. We lived away from society
during this time, and I learned why my race was going extinct,
despite the fact that almost 500,000 new Roobots were created
every day; it was due to the lack of unity. We made it our goal to
try and reconcile the relationships between the races in our
societies, but the problem was that our societies were involved
in too many conflicts with each other and among themselves
that it would be impossible to reach our goal without a very
good plan. Years passed and we still couldn't come across good
enough plan. John aged considerably, and began to lose his
memories. It was too late, as we Roobots didn't have sufficient
resources to build and manufacture any longer, and the
Hoomans ran out currency spending on war weapons. Our races
were obliterated, while still fighting against one another.
I sit here today with you, having recounted our story. We
now live on a planet called Eart, where there are weird looking
Ailiens. John, I have failed you, as our races are long gone, as
they slowly killed each other off. We have lived a good life
together and I have learned so much from you. The most
important thing that I have learned is that two individuals
cannot alter a society; it requires the strength of many people to
change things for the better. Although you will die soon, John, I
will live forever, and I will find those few pearls in the universe
like you. I will teach them the things you have taught me, and we
will together spread our ideas and change the world of Ailiens
around us.
Justin Borczuk
Lauren Miceli
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