by Ashar Keeys Ashar is a focused student who has learned to thrive through the pandemic. This is my Creative Writing,
The entrance to the mind, body, and soul of me. This is the soul of one who has faced the biggest challenge of his highschool years. From what many thought at first to be a couple weeks off from school. Turning into a whole year of at home learning. What a journey it has been. Feels like even the teachers have learned a thing or two from the students this time around. Though energy has been at an all time low. Due to laziness and lack of motivation. There was a constant decrease in effort as the days went on. Hours spent in my bed increased as well. This year was probably the most mentally challenging of them all. And now I look forward to what seems to be a somewhat normal senior year. Something that I hope works in my favor for once. Some of my teachers have been pretty reliable. Others not so much. I appreciate them all though helping me grow from this rough experience. For others it may have been a blessing in disguise. Being able to find themselves. Having more time alone. Without the stress of having to go to school and be in the comfort of their own homes. While for some it may have kept them trapped with school being their only escape. In the end, everyone’s story is different. My story consists of growth in any way possible. I refuse to stay stuck in the place. Can’t lose myself either. It’s all about finding balance. For me, that’s what this year has been all about. To be the first generation to surpass this type of block in the path, is history in the books. Something we can all learn from. Hopefully laugh about it. And to the families who have lost one due to the pandemic, I hope all is well in the future. Thankful to have not lost those who hold the most value in my heart. With high hopes to never have to experience this again. To a new beginning, And what I call a fresh start. by Julia Gabryszewski The following is purely fictional and in no way based on real events. May 9, 2021
It was Mothers Day, we were at my grandma's house till about 11:30pm when we pulled out of their driveway. That night will forever haunt me in my nightmares. The moon was full and lit up the sky that night. I was sitting behind my mom who was in the passenger seat, and my dad was driving, my sister was sleeping next to me and behind me in the third row of seats my brother was sitting in his own world. It was different this time because I usually sat all the way in the back but my brother wanted to this time. I had on my Mickey Mouse headphones that I got for Christmas, the song Heroes by David Bowie was playing. Then the moment that changed my life forever happened. I will always regret not having my seat belt on that night. We were on a two way road in Bridgewater, and I remember the truck coming towards us, it was flying, it was going 85 mph when the speed limit was 40mph. Everything was okay till the second the truck came into our lane, it was in front of us. My dad tried to get out of its way but it all happened too quickly. He was driving defensively but that truck was out of control. by M.D. M.D. is 16 years old and is going to be a Senior at Franklin High School this upcoming school year. He’s always had a passion for the arts and entertaining by dancing. He always strives to be the best he can be and make his work reflect that. By M.D I go to School to learn I go to school because I have to Everyday Everyday I walk in and sit in the front I walk in and go straight to the back Everyday Everyday Suddenly everything changed Something weird happened The earth began to shake The lights shut off My deskmate started to scream in fear The room dove into chaos,when a girl yelled That's when everything began That's when everything began And Ended Bellevue High school Bellevue, Washington Bellevue, Washington by M.D. M.D. is 16 years old and is going to be a Senior at Franklin High School this upcoming school year. He’s always had a passion for the arts and entertaining by dancing. He always strives to be the best he can be and make his work reflect that. I see trees, lots of trees
To the left I see the flowers starting to bloom To the right I see butterflies and bird flying around The difference between them and me, Is that I am trapped on the other side of this Window Sometimes I wish I could be on the other side Having the wind brush past my face each day Seeing the Sunrise each morning from the otherside Thinking I could finally be one with Nature The difference between them and me, Is that I am trapped on the other side of this Window by M.D. M.D. is 16 years old and is going to be a Senior at Franklin High School this upcoming school year. He’s always had a passion for the arts and entertaining by dancing. He always strives to be the best he can be and make his work reflect that. Heart beating, heart racing
My thoughts and nerves are never ending Thoughts going a mile a minute Tremors raking my body Heart beating, heart racing See anxiety affect everyone differently It invaded my space Delaying my work, pushing me back But I know I must prevail on Heart beating, heart racing When will this endless nerve Come to a close Trying not be seen as the bad guy
But my urges are not very shy always the angel child what if I don't wanna be like that? what if i want to go out and not call or steal from the mall what if my report card has a C But If i tell you im struggling, you won't agree Because I’m always the angel child You put me in the box which i hate So when i'm not doing great At everything at an exponential rate Then i must not care Then i must be being lazy Then i must be too wrapped up on my phone So i try and try and try to avoid the disown But for what To create a clone Someone I don’t even know or recognize Something i look at from the outside and despise So now i'm over it No longer trying to fit your ideal But rather just being real Being really me Not afraid of the consequences that might come Living life even after the damage is done So when my report card a C I will start to feel free When I don't call Just know i'm having a ball Always the angel child by Yasee Yasee is a Junior at FHS who loves music and poetry. The trees are whispering amongst themselves
branches crackling leaves swaying to the motions of the wind Scared as ice water was cold sweaty palms heavy chest as people walk by as she walks but its all a feeling you are mine you belong to me you are a part of me and that is okay she goes believing The money feels like a friend just like the journal and pen the paper does the listening while the pen does the talking she notices even more especially the beautiful things in life Standing out not on purpose but by accident observing the voices nearby catching a few about her Oh well let the loneliness dwell The waitress asks if someone will come no this is just a table for one by Raquel Garces Raquel Garces is in AP English and enjoys writing realistic fiction stories. When she isn’t in school, Raquel enjoys playing soccer, working out, and going to her job. She aspires to become a college student athlete and believes she can do anything that she puts her mind to. On the corner of main street sits a small donut shop owned by Alissa Carson, a young, intelligent, college student who took over the business when her grandmother passed. Every morning she opens up shop and looks at the old pictures on the white brick wall. The photos picture a simpler time in Alissa’s life, a time when she ate donuts for dinner. She grazes the counter with her finger tips as she walks towards the kitchen door.
by Raquel Garces Raquel Garces is in AP English and enjoys writing realistic fiction stories. When she isn’t in school, Raquel enjoys playing soccer, working out, and going to her job. She aspires to become a college student athlete and believes she can do anything that she puts her mind to. It’s one question that gets me every time. The same question comes up on every survey, paper, or registration form I fill out. The decision between two characteristics. Everyone breezes through this question just like they should, they were born with the answer, but not me. What if you don’t know what you are? What if you don’t belong? I, Justin Evans, am a boy, well...was a boy. I knew I didn’t fit in when all the boys wanted to play football in the fall instead I wanted to stay home playing with my sisters barbie dolls, I knew when we reached the year of the 7th grade dance and I wanted to do my makeup and straighten my hair instead of wearing a suit and tie with nice dress shoes.
by Raquel Garces Raquel Garces is in AP English and enjoys writing realistic fiction stories. When she isn’t in school, Raquel enjoys playing soccer, working out, and going to her job. She aspires to become a college student athlete and believes she can do anything that she puts her mind to. My name is Raquel. Not Rachel or Rah-kel, but just Raquel. Only six letters. Not really as long as Chrysanthemum, but not as short as Ava. My name isn’t really common in America but I find it unique in many ways. My name means Ewe, which is a female sheep. I don’t consider myself to be one, at least I don’t think I do. I wasn’t named after anyone. Although many think I was named after Raquel Welch, the famous American Actress. But I wasn’t and I’m glad, because my acting skills would never compare to hers. I don’t have a big interesting story about my name like some other people, but I think it fits me well.
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