By Anna
The tree is sitting on top of a little mound of mulch, and the leaves are blowing in the slight breeze. It is a small tree, probably only a few years old. The large leaves are still green and are very wide, almost circular except for a pointed tip. The tree’s bark is smooth and painted different shades of gray. Most of its branches spread out, not up, and it is only a little bit taller than I am. The tree’s shadow hits the sidewalk and splatters onto the other side. A few of the leaves are scattered under it, and some are lying across the lawn. One of the branches stretches up to meet the pure blue sky, and the light filters through the leaves to make them glow a dull green.
By Jonah
The stepping stones that start at the odd octagon building to the end of modular B are not strait at all, but they are very square. They where a reddish-brown color originally but now they are a whitish-red color, or simply pale red. From the end of modular B to the beginning octagon building total there are about 45 stepping stones. One of them is darker red in color. You can tell that the stone has been replace because it is darker than the red. You can also tell this because on the ground next to it there are little rocks and some red dust. On top of these little faded squares there is a small spot of white, because the sun faded their heads. The yard around the pathway is very high, and some stones even have grass growing on them. Last but not least, on of the little stairs is really a pot hole. Look out!
The Girl in the Reflection
by Tessa
She steps out into the cold, gray, rainy day. She’s walking out on her
own going anywhere just to forget the pain. Now she is walking alongside of
a large building with reflective windows. She looks inside, in hope of seeing
someone. She thinks she see’s someone, but then realizes she’s seeing her
own cold reflection. How well does she really know herself?
This thought contributes to the cold chill sent up her spine by the rain.
She now regrets not wearing her thick black hooded sweater. The rain starts
beating away at her sanity. She tries to neutralize the sound by plugging in
her ear buds and starts listening to “Breaking the Noise” by Satellites and
Sirens. “You’re breaking the noise and I start to hear your voice and I’m left
with no other choice but to love you, and I’m hanging onto every little word
now.” She starts singing along with the chorus and has a very distinctive and
pleasing voice, almost like silk against bare skin.
Wait what’s that? She notices that the sun is starting to break through the
storm, momentarily. She smiles blissfully in the sunlight. The warmth on her
cheeks gives her a moment of peace, it makes her feel better, not so alone.
She had forgotten that she’s never really alone. But, it’s understandable
when life is crashing down all around you, and there’s nothing you can do
about it. She’s trying to keep faith. She’s fighting against the darkness that
tries to choke off her soul. It gets so overwhelming sometimes, like she
can’t move, or make a sound, so know one knows to help her because they
can’t hear her silent needy cries. But she’s not weak enough to just let go.
And that’s what matter’s Isn’t it?
Sometimes life just gets out of hand and out of your control. But that
doesn’t matter because God is the one always in control. She also
forgets this too often.
Then she is startled when someone grabs her arm. She soon is lost in
the bright blue eyes before her, then takes a step back and quickly identifies
the person by his bleached-blonde hair. He was once her best friend, but life
has just torn them apart. He says “Hey, haven’t talked to you in a while.” She
replies “Yes, it has been too long. I’ve missed you,” and laughs insincerely. He
knows something is wrong right away. “So what’s been going on with you?
Is there something wrong?” he asks. She thinks a moment and decides that she
could use someone to talk to about her trouble’s. She begins to tell him. “I’ve
been having a pretty hard time lately.” He gives her a questionable look that asks
why and she thinks of something to say without being obvious about what she’s
really going through. She says hesitantly, “But I’m making it through.” He
softens his face a little bit. She turns the attention to him by asking, “What have
you been up to?” He says “well, not much really” and they keep walking and
talking, catching up with what has been going on with each other. She finds a
much needed friend, that she really had along. She found new hope from a
familiar figures that’s been in her life for sometime, just a forgotten friend.
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