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The Wri s' Cor

Summer 2019/Issue 11

H i g h Madison S c h o o l James Club Writing The Wri
Welcome back everybody! Edi 's Not Summer is certainly in full swing, and with it

Welcome back everybody!

Edi 's Not

Summer is certainly in full swing, and with it comes longer days full of heat and fun with your family and friends. Maybe you’ll even take a break from your studies for a little while and enjoy the sun (go ahead, you deserve it!)

Here at the Writers’ Corner, we decided to celebrate summer by taking a look back at the fun memories of our past. The theme for this issue is “Summer Memories,” which, as you can see on the next page, is perfectly described by our writer, Cindy Mesimer. Staying true to the theme of this issue, you may notice each page looks like a scrapbook. This wonderful idea was made possible by photographs sent in by club members, and most importantly, by our newest member of the layout team, Shaakirah Kara! As you will see, she did an amazing job!

Summer is a time of relaxation and a break from day to day activities. Whether you choose to spend your days outside soaking up the sun or indoors with the A/C, I hope this magazine will help you relax and take you back to your favorite summer memory.

-Brianne Buckfelder

the A/C, I hope this magazine will help you relax and take you back to your
the A/C, I hope this magazine will help you relax and take you back to your

Mem e of Sum

By: Cin Mes

Oh, how the memories of summer are as sweet as a flower, cherished and protected
Oh, how the memories of summer are as sweet as a flower,
cherished and protected like a national treasure.
The memories of summer are as beautiful as a swallowtail butterfly,
changing with age like a tadpole.
Oh, how the memories of summer are as vibrant as a July sunset,
awe-inspiring as the birth of a fawn.
The memories of summer are as loving as a mother,
soothing her child during a storm,
as kind as the soft grass yielding under foot.
Oh, how the memories of summer are as fragile as the wings of a Luna moth,
and as long-lived as the old Oak trees

Son Com ti Win

Sophia Santamaria

Son Com ti Win Sophia Santamaria I’ve lived in Memphis my whole life. I started writing

I’ve lived in Memphis my whole life. I started writing back in fifth grade, after my teacher loved a writing assignment I did, and read it to my class. My writing style primarily focuses on realistic, somber themes, and the emotions of my characters, while highlighting the nuances of human nature. I want my writing to make others as happy as it’s made me over the years.

I recall a tale known only by two One hundred summers ago we met there
I recall a tale known only by two
One hundred summers ago we met there
My eyes found yours, senses draped in light blue
Antithesis of me, yet I do dare
Our tale begins and I am born anew
You set me ablaze; I live for the flame
But my fear causes our love to fall through
You weep and hate me; I feel only shame
We fight and break and I push you away
My flaws run deep and cut you deeper too
Once grand turns grey like a wilted bouquet
We were so dazzling; sweet like honeydew
One hundred summers ago I recall
I found ageless love and ruined it all
Son Com ti Run s-up
Son Com ti Run s-up

The Af a in t e Sk

By: Shaakirah Kara

Rare is the color of the sky When the sun pleads the rain to give it a smile. “Oh beautiful rain please don’t cry” Your tears leave me hostile.

Nothing else to thee compares It is to you, that my love is shared Let the world acknowledge this affair In awe of your stroke I do declare

My eyes bewildered by your view My hands numb to your touch The whisper of color on cue To this canvas of hue I cannot clutch.

This path of love I would ensue Alas, I must bid adieu.

Whe Do s The Sun Shi ?

By: Emily Skifano

I remember the sun shining at night Simple logic does not come to mind now Are we upside down, if worlds did collide; Are we the cause of what we reap we sow?

My eyes have seen the destruction of earth The gods of nature have become angered They no longer want humans to give birth

I know they say we are in danger

We’ve disobeyed the gods' greatest commands Never again will we smell fresh flowers We have destroyed their gift of the green land Simple logic is too late for cowards

Did worlds collide, the ones of wrong and right? We made it wrong, therefore night is now light.

Poetry Corner A Thought for Summer By Herman Alanis C’mon child bloom For this summer,
Poetry Corner A Thought for Summer By Herman Alanis C’mon child bloom For this summer,

Poetry Corner

A Thought for Summer

Poetry Corner A Thought for Summer By Herman Alanis C’mon child bloom For this summer, For

By Herman Alanis

Poetry Corner A Thought for Summer By Herman Alanis C’mon child bloom For this summer, For
Poetry Corner A Thought for Summer By Herman Alanis C’mon child bloom For this summer, For

C’mon child bloom For this summer, For you and I know, the now is sweet For the young hour will bring us an hour to never forget like a blooming flower.

C’mon child bloom For this summer After summer is fall when things seem to be falling apart Sometimes, we can’t grasp our hands together fast enough and seize the moment And time slips from our hands like sand in an hourglass

C’mon child bloom
C’mon child bloom

C’mon child bloom For this summer Before the leaves from fall covers your feet And steals your heart away

C’mon child bloom For this summer For the sky will open its heart and cover us with love. For we will wake and we will rise like summer sun.

One Week Love

One Week Love By Ella Edwards Destined to meet A heavily chlorine scented blue pool marks
One Week Love By Ella Edwards Destined to meet A heavily chlorine scented blue pool marks

By Ella Edwards

Destined to meet A heavily chlorine scented blue pool marks the environment of the encounter
Destined to meet
A heavily chlorine scented blue pool
marks the environment of the
encounter
Eyes locked and hearts beat
as one love builds under the sun
A limit is put on their love
A week
Making things so complicated
One week to be one with the other
And then the week comes to an end.
XO
XO
The lovers do part a sorrowful goodbye
A
bittersweet first kiss seals the end
of their one week love.

Once Upon a Summers Dream

By: Sihem Bera

It feels like it all happened yesterday Or was it all just a dream The thought of what one might do on a summers day it just happened to cross my mind Now all I have are fond memories and some lovely souvenirs Now you’ll all just have to wait and see how I would usually spend my years

The feeling of laying on the yellow summers grass, our hair wet as we talk
The feeling of laying on the yellow summers grass, our hair wet as
we talk extensively.
How I miss those late noon walks past the endless flower fields
Swimming in clear water falls on our road trips to the Berg.
Playing with kites made of plastic bags and collected bamboo sticks

Our greatest joys lifted as we hear the ice cream man pass by, Chocolate, bubble gum, and mango, mouths watering as we pick.

Home baked scones filled with cream and tea, something no fancy restaurant can beat.

Everything so bliss, so carefree. Oh it felt just like a dream.

19 Summers By Brie Buckfelder Remember how you took your first steps On a day

19 Summers

By Brie Buckfelder

19 Summers By Brie Buckfelder Remember how you took your first steps On a day in

Remember how you took your first steps On a day in June The same month when you first fell down Saw you get back up too The fervor of the air Was a familiar feeling But this time it was just beginning

Your days here are numbered So make them last 19 summers go by so fast Take in the tree line Out your bedroom window Think about your best friend's birthday And how shes getting older too Poolside sunshine on a hot day And everything falling into place

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08.07.2019
And how she ’ s getting older too Poolside sunshine on a hot day And everything
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14.08.2000

The sun files in through the afternoon window Making the whole room turn to gold Warm on your back Sit and relax Finish a book or two

This time next year maybe itll change Ill be getting ready to go somewhere strange The familiar feeling of the air Will be distorted Say goodbye to the tree line Out the bedroom window

Celebrate your best friend's birthday And wonder if youll be in town when she gets older Go to the pool, Enjoy your day And feel everything finally falling into place

if you ’ ll be in town when she gets older Go to the pool, Enjoy
if you ’ ll be in town when she gets older Go to the pool, Enjoy
if you ’ ll be in town when she gets older Go to the pool, Enjoy
if you ’ ll be in town when she gets older Go to the pool, Enjoy
if you ’ ll be in town when she gets older Go to the pool, Enjoy
if you ’ ll be in town when she gets older Go to the pool, Enjoy
Summer on the Farm by Cindy Mesimer Golden wheat swaying in the wind, mowers layin'
Summer on the Farm by Cindy Mesimer Golden wheat swaying in the wind, mowers layin'

Summer on the Farm

by Cindy Mesimer

Golden wheat swaying in the wind, mowers layin' down hay, Oh, isn't summer grand?

Hands blacken by walnut, storms rolling on the breeze, isn't summer so many things?

Chopping silage into feed, preparing for winter's need, Oh, isn't summer busy indeed?

Bucking hay onto trucks, young calves frolicking in the grass, isn't summer the best of fun?

Corn growing and lightenin' bugs glowing, kids playing in creeks and June bugs buzzing, oh, isn't summer so grand?

Summer Love

by Ella Edwards

I wonder if he smiles when he sees my name pop up on his phone
I wonder if he smiles when he sees my name
pop up on his phone
I do
I wonder if he thinks about me throughout the
warm summer day
I do
I wonder if he fantasizes what we could be
I do
I wonder if he blushes when he hears my name
I do
I wonder…
“I do,” he whispers but I cannot hear.
be I do I wonder if he blushes when he hears my name I do I
be I do I wonder if he blushes when he hears my name I do I
be I do I wonder if he blushes when he hears my name I do I

Summer Feeling

By Zainab Jacobs

Summer Feeling By Zainab Jacobs Summer has finally come! You know this When you hear all

Summer has finally come! You know this When you hear all the birds hum.

The buzzing bees Buggn us kids While we like fish in the pool Trying so hard to act cool

Everyone in a good mood Craving some refreshing food Like fruit and ice cream Moistening our mouths while we scream

Oh! What a fun time Wouldnt give it up for a hundred dimes As smiles are in the air And everyone has wet hair!!!

Oh! What a fun time Wouldn ’ t give it up for a hundred dimes As
Non-Fiction Becoming a Writer by Breanna Yancy O ne fine day in which an opportunity

Non-Fiction

Non-Fiction Becoming a Writer by Breanna Yancy O ne fine day in which an opportunity approached
Non-Fiction Becoming a Writer by Breanna Yancy O ne fine day in which an opportunity approached
Non-Fiction Becoming a Writer by Breanna Yancy O ne fine day in which an opportunity approached
Non-Fiction Becoming a Writer by Breanna Yancy O ne fine day in which an opportunity approached
Non-Fiction Becoming a Writer by Breanna Yancy O ne fine day in which an opportunity approached

Becoming a Writer

by Breanna Yancy

O ne fine day in which an opportunity approached

It was March 29, 2019, and I was sitting at the kitchen table of my home, randomly checking my emails. I began to scroll, not looking for anything in particular. I ran across an email about becoming an author.

I saw an image of a man with brown hair, named Robert. Robert was a speaker who was giving advice on becoming an author.

There were two tickets. I was able to bring someone else who was interested in writing as well. So my eldest sister, Chanel, tagged along. Mr. Robert had arranged agents to come to check out our books. This helped with publicizing the books so that sales would increase. Lunch was set for VIP members, when we could ask Mr. Robert questions pertaining to improving our books. He invited me to a conference in Los Angeles that was held at the Hilton hotel in Culver City. Somehow he knew that I was interested in writing. *** Now I'm on the verge of publishing my own book entitled, 7 Dreams. During my trip to Los Angeles, I visited Venice Beach, where I had the opportunity to walk the beach's strip. On the strip, people where eating slushies, singing, dancing, playing guitar, and many booths were available so tourists could shop. I got to walk on the sand barefoot, as the tide of the waves slowly crashed on my feet. For the first time, I visited Knott's Berry Farm. I rode many rides that scared me due to my fear of heights. My sister and I took so many pictures.

My favorite part of the entire trip was being able to go sightseeing. The palm trees were amazing, but the weather was even better. Chanel and I dined-in at BJ's before we boarded the plane to head back home to Arkansas. My trip to L.A is one of the most memorable trips ever. Everything about it was amazing. I was able to chase my dreams; all while relaxing on the beach.

A Sour Summer Memory

By Ella Edwards

June 2, 2018. The setting was at a campground; a fatal campground. It was the day my family and my life changed FOREVER.

A yellow luminescent sun woke Sarah, Kate, my Dad, my Mom, and me on a

lovely Friday morning. It was a nice breezy day. Our little birds' nest on our front porch was filled with little chirps, and there was laughter, with smiles painted on all of our faces. This was the day we had been waiting for. It was time to go camping! The preparation we did the night and days before made this day a little less stressful. Kate and Mom needed to leave on time due to the fact that they were joining the Girl Scout troop for a camping adventure! While Kate and Mom rushed and swooshed out the door, Sarah, Dad, and I prepared for our camping trip alongside the Girl Scouts. Mom and Kate, being annoyingly punctual, were out the door by 8:00 am sharp. As we bid them adieu, the rest of us continued getting our trailer and camping supplies gathered and ready. After several hours of working, with breaks, we were finally

ready to go by 1:00 pm (we were not as punctual as Kate and Mom, as you can see). Our white and worn trailer was hooked onto our cherry red truck, and we set off to a weekend full of adventure and fun. Our spirits were high with excitement and our tummies fluttered like butterflies, full of glee. We sang songs at the top of our lungs, and talked as best friends do. Once we were 30 minutes or so into our drive, our Dad noticed a problem with our vehicles, which prompted us to pull over. Since our vehicles were inspected thoroughly for any mishaps and none were found, we commenced our journey once again. The journey was windy, yet exciting, and filled with pines and laughter. The smell of raw burning wood and sweet marshmallows marked our arrival. The view of the beach made our eyes turn into animated hearts.

A gentle breeze blew through our hair, and we were content and at home

in our trailer. It was as if magic filled the air, and it marked good times ahead. As we continued unpacking, we realized that we forgot some essential groceries, so we went to the store to pick them up, continuing our laughter and smiles all the way there and back. Once our nighttime extravaganza was complete, we relaxed over a warm meal and a cup of decaf coffee. Our Mom and Kate stopped by to share some laughs and goodnight hugs.

After our Mom and Kate parted from us, Sarah and I began our process of getting to bed. An hour or so later, our hair wet and our teeth clean, we began to drift off into a dream world. The crisp sunny morning peeled open our closed eyes. We woke up feeling light with glee and smiley as can be. Coffee brightened our faces and started our engines. Today we dreaded moving campsites away from Mom and Kate, but it was inevitable. We ate a delicious breakfast of oatmeal, after which we packed up. After packing up for a little, we decided to hike down to the beach. The slippery sand and green leaves lined our way down. Upon arriving at the beach, a salty wind whipped our hair. We dipped our toes into the arctic water and we searched for crabs in the speckled sand. Dad took some photos with us, as we laughed, and smiled so very bright. Dad kept remarking that we must keep going, but we begged for five more minutes and were happily given more time. Dad, being a responsible adult (sometimes), finally prompted us to go back to our campsite and continue packing up. After 45 minutes or so, we departed. We kissed mom and Kate, bidding them goodbye for a day. Back in the vehicle, I second guessed where I would sit for a moment, finally deciding on the passenger seat. It was 12:10 pm when we started out to our next destination. After 20 minutes of driving, we turned onto the road to our destination, and then we saw it- A deadly black hole. No it wasn’t a deadly black hole, but it might as well have been, for what we saw would change our lives forever. There was a black swerving truck; it was out of control, and behind its wheel was a driver with no remorse. As we all saw it coming, we were gripped with fear. We never would have imagined what would come next. Our dad drove up the side of a small hill hoping that if we were going to get hit, the other driver would hit our trailer. Despite my dad's vain attempt at protecting us from harm, there was no hope. The driver of the black truck hit the gas, slamming right into us. the black truck spun around, with its bed hitting our trailer; it was a tree that stopped the black truck from continuing on. The moment the driver had hit us, everything happened in slow motion. It felt as if I had been punched hard in the face. A thick smell of burning plants and car smoke filled my nose. White blinded my eyes, but I couldn’t think about it. I couldn’t think about anything. We needed to get out of our car now. I heard my dad shout and then yell to us, “Are you okay?” I responded with a frightened, "No," even though physically I had no gashes. Sarah didn’t respond, as she was struggling to keep consciousness. In a paralyzed panic, I started to dial 911, but got no response. There was no reception, Damn it! I didn’t realize, 'til my dad was practically standing on top of the door that our car was almost completely tipped sideways.

Struggling to get us out, our dad kicked and kicked with all his might, but had no luck. Even Sarah tried to kick her door open; although she knew it was a meager attempt, she had to do something. Dad then thought of opening the back window. His first try was a success. As soon as that window opened, Sarah shot out of it like there was no tomorrow. My dad, in a blur, followed Sarah, and then helped me get out due to the fact that I had no shoes on. As soon as we got out, tears struck our faces. The passengers managed to get out of the other car but were dripping with blood. His eyes told us he was not there. I heard my Dad yell, “Lay down,” as he did not want them to get anywhere near us. Glass was shattered on the ground everywhere, along with debris from both cars. As my dad began to sit down, I noticed he was sitting on the wheel that popped off from our car. Oh. My. God. was all I could think. This is like from the movies, this can’t be real?! I even verbalized my disbelief to a nice man trying to help us. I sat with my dad on the wheel and noticed that his toe was gushing with blood, and his leg was all scraped up. He was not in a good state. Another man, whose name I cannot remember, tried to comfort Sarah and me; but because we were so distraught, and without an EpiPen (because we have life threatening food allergies), we worriedly asked him not to touch us while he was comforting us. As we waited for an ambulance and police to arrive, the black truck started to catch on fire, but luckily the other people that stopped to help were able to have it under control in about five minutes. While I was lost in the panic and commotion, Sarah managed to borrow someone's phone and called our mom. When we told Mom what happened, she was in tears and began to drive over with Kate and another mom from the Girl Scouts. Once the paramedics and police arrived at the scene, we were bombarded with questions and people checking for injuries. I was hysterically crying, convinced that we were internally bleeding because there was no possible way we could walk away from this crash with less injuries than the other guy. I also continued to worry that both cars were going to blow up and we would die. Then there was that smell. It was an extremely potent smell that I could not pinpoint. It was stinging my nostrils. Dad, being as white as a ghost, was instructed to lay down and was given water. I was scared; so petrified that I didn’t know what to do with myself. I needed to jump out of my body somehow. I could not wrap my head around what was happening. How could this be happening? Mom and Kate arrived drenched with salty tears, and we hugged them so tightly, we didn’t want to let go. Finally we were all together, at home with each other.

After Sarah and I were checked multiple times, the paramedics allowed us to go into our car to the hospital; but our dad, who was in a worse state, was asked to go in the ambulance. Because I lacked shoes, I walked with the help of the other mom who had ridden along with my mom and Kate. I did manage to put on one shoe that had flown out of the car. The floor was littered with alcohol bottles, glass, and shoes. There was a plethora of shoes. I limped with one shoe on, as I shielded my eyes from the bloody man being helped on the floor. Our mom was able to get some of our belongings from the trailer and truck- the biggest one being my childhood stuffed animal that I could not live without. The smell of that worn dog was what I needed. The other Girl Scouts mom (if I could only remember her name!) drove us to the hospital slowly, while we continued talking about the life-changing event that had just happened. Once at the hospital, we had to wait for an hour or so to be checked, and I kept thinking I am bleeding internally; I am dying. Wendy, one of our family friends came to comfort us and help us remain calm. She successfully did so and was incredibly helpful. We were finally all checked out and were diagnosed with concussions, with a few lacerations. Our dad, on the other hand, had to stay longer, and was finally diagnosed with a multitude of broken ribs, and eventually, a broken foot. During our waiting time, dad’s split toe was in need of cleaning. Waiting in the hospital was torture, but we all shed happy tears that we were with each other and alive. Dad was finally cleared to go home, and we stopped at the campsite to pick up kate and mom’s belongings, sadly cutting the trip short. We also stopped by the place where our vehicles were taken and collected most of our belongings. While we were there, we had a gut-twisting eyefull of the car that had hit us, the damage of our vehicles, and other fatal car crashes. The potent smell from the scene stubbornly lingered. After most of our things were gathered, we traveled back to our home, while continuously reliving the hit. Finally we were home at last. The next day we woke literally feeling as if we’d been hit by a truck, which we had been. Everything ached and pained, and our dad could hardly walk; but we were alive. Traumatized and not the same, but nevertheless, alive.

ached and pained, and our dad could hardly walk; but we were alive. Traumatized and not
ached and pained, and our dad could hardly walk; but we were alive. Traumatized and not

A Summer Miracle

By: Emily Skifano

I was devastated. I lost my beautiful pomeranian, Bentley. I felt so alone. Bentley never judged

me, and he never made me feel worthless. He never looked at me with anything but love in his puppy dog eyes. He loved me with no qualms or questions. After Bentley passed, I changed drastically. I wasn’t happy anymore. The words that came out of my mouth were nasty. I pushed my friends away, and got into bad habits with the wrong crowd. Tired all the time from drugs and depression, I’d sleep during the day and I skipped school multiple times. I was messed up. I knew I was only going to get worse. That is, until I found my miracle. I found what I needed at the place where Bentley’s ashes were buried. Another dog. This wasn’t just some dog though. I felt an

instant connection. We looked into each other's eyes, and I knew. Bentley was telling me this dog and I could take care of each other. I fell to the ground and wept. So many emotions of happiness, and sadness all boiled into one. A fear crept into my mind. What if the dog belongs to someone? I

brought him to the vet, and there was no microchip. He didn’t have a collar on either; so, I did it. I adopted him. When I got home, my parents saw a difference in me immediately. Thankfully, they said yes to the dog right away because they knew I needed it. Now, I had to come up with a name.

I googled lists and lists of names, but none stood out to me, so I went to Bentley’s ashes to ask

for a sign of what to name the dog. When I got there, I remembered what I felt when I stood there in front of the new dog. The emotions, the relief, and amazement that even though Bentley’s gone, he’s still looking out for me. I also knew, I would have destroyed my life completely if I hadn’t found this dog. I realized I had a living miracle in front of me. Miracle. The perfect name. I adopted him right when summer began. Of course, I had to go to summer school to make up the days I missed. But, in my free time, I figured out Miracle’s favorite things. The water, the sand, and palm trees. We went to the beach everyday together. I missed Bentley, and I still do, but I have my Miracle, and Miracle has me. Bentley loved the snow and hated the summertime heat, but Miracle is the opposite, with loving the beach and hating the snow. I could never replace Bentley, but Miracle gave me something I desperately needed from Bentley’s life. Hope. When Bentley died, the darkness consumed me from the inside out, but Miracle turned the light back on and showed me that you don’t need the darkness to grieve. You just need sunshine and hope, and you’ll find your miracle; just like I found mine.

need the darkness to grieve. You just need sunshine and hope, and you’ll find your miracle;
need the darkness to grieve. You just need sunshine and hope, and you’ll find your miracle;

A Sun n Rec

By: Sophia Santamaria

Layla Chen had to move into her new house by next week, which meant this week would be full of boxing up old things she didn’t even realize she still had. Layla was a fifty-two-year-old woman but moving was still pretty foreign to her. She moved around a lot when she was a kid, but when she grew up, she settled down in the suburbs of Washington where she met her now ex-husband. Now six months after her divorce, she figured it was time to start a new chapter elsewhere.

“Still need to get all this stuff out of here,” Layla remarked as she entered her attic. She looked around the area and quickly got to work. Lazily moving old boxes of decorations, Layla jumped when something square hit the floor.

Carefully, she picked up the fallen object and wiped the dust off of it. Her eyes lit up as she realized what it was- Erin’s record. She held the faded album in her hands. Memories flooded her mind, as she gazed upon the sunburnt paper. She reached in and pulled the vinyl out, quickly searching to find her record player.

She placed the needle onto the record. Nostalgia filled her heart as she listened to the soft melody. She sat on the ground and flipped the album over, reading a note written in black marker. “Think of me when you play this – and you better play it! – Erin.”

Layla remembered the day her old friend gave this to her. She remembered that spunky girl and all the memories they made back in summer camp. It was 1983 and Layla was 16. She went to summer camp in search of an adventure, but she never really got it until she met Erin.

Erin was a fiery girl with long brown hair and freckled skin. She met Layla after they were paired to room together, and the two became friends. Layla reminisced on their misadventures, as she closed her eyes and listened to the jazzy tune, envisioning the best night of her life. It was the night she first heard this song and shared a humid, summer’s night dance with Erin Price.

- Oregon – 1983 -

The two girls sat at the outdoor lunch area. Lanterns were strung up around them, and lightning bugs danced in the warm air. Layla was telling a story about her old school, but Erin’s mind seemed elsewhere.

“Whatcha thinking about?” Layla asked her.

Erin smiled. “Wait here.” She jogged back inside and brought out her backpack, where she pulled out a well-kept album.

"What’s this?” Layla read the title. “Put your head on my shoulder – Paul Anka.”

“Ever heard it?”

“Nope…” She read the date on the back. “1953 – no wonder I haven’t heard it.”

“You’re gonna love it; I promise. It’s my favorite.” Erin laid the record down on the player. Layla started laughing as it began.

“Wow, Erin, I never would’ve imagined you listening to something like this.” Erin rolled her eyes playfully.

“Yeah, yeah.” Erin stood up and held her hand out to Layla. “Dance with me?” Layla smiled, eagerly taking her calloused hand. The two girls swayed together to the music. The faint sounds of the forest surrounding them almost seemed quieter now.

As Layla looked into Erin’s hazel eyes, she couldn’t help but feel sentimental. Summer was coming to an end and they’d both have to go home. She couldn’t help but remember some of the things they did together, things Layla would have never done on her own. Jumping into lakes, stealing from the camp counselors, starting a food fight, getting lost in the woods, or sneaking off the campsite for a whole night on their own. They were things she’d never forget, moments that made her heart race and her body fill with adrenaline. She hadn’t really stopped to think about it ending until right now. She realized that, as great as those adventures were, she was really going to miss Erin. She’d miss their late night talks and Erin’s goofy jokes; but she knew she was going to miss dancing with her like this, even more than all those things combined.

“I never really do stuff like this,” Erin said. “But you probably already know that.” She swallowed in her throat. “You, um, you’re special to me, Layla. This summer has been really great.”

Layla held her close. “You’re special to me too, Erin.”

-

Layla ran her fingers over the note on the back as the music ended. Erin had given the record to her on the very last day of camp, right while they were saying goodbye. Layla hugged the album close to her body for a minute, feeling all those emotions time had long since separated her from. She took a deep breath, before standing up again.

“Okay. Time to get back to work.”

Fir Kis By: Shenee Hutchens Usually, the summer for me is when I get to

Fir Kis

By: Shenee Hutchens

Fir Kis By: Shenee Hutchens Usually, the summer for me is when I get to stop

Usually, the summer for me is when I get to stop pretending. When it’s ok that I’m not excited about what happened at school that day. Or when I can still wear my PJs at noon. The only downfall to summer is my mother’s undying need for me to be outside or with other people. As such, I would tell her I was going to the mall with friends, but would end up at the library by myself. Or I would tell her I'd be meeting friends for lunch but end up at the movies alone. It’s not that I don't want friends or that I’m Ms. Debbie Downer who wants to be alone. It’s just that I’m better by myself.

This year something was off. I was getting bored of my usual summer routine of lying and avoiding. My dad's mom had been living with us, ever since my dad passed away three years ago, to help my mom with my younger siblings. So, I was off the hook during summer, babysitting wise. This meant I had to figure out what to do with myself. I would try hanging with friends, but that never kept me entertained for long. I tried going to the library, but that only satisfied me for the first two hours. I tried the movies, but nothing good seemed to be coming out this summer. Finally, with all other options expended, I decided to get a job at the record store three blocks from my house.

I applied, I got the job, and now I'm here sitting by this cash register wondering why. Don't get me wrong, I actually really enjoy this job, but some of the people that come into the store are a bit shady. For example, there is this older man, about 60 to 65, who comes in every day at 2:15 to look at the same three records, which he brings to the counter for me to tell him the price. Now, this would not be so weird if they weren't the same three records every day. I tell him, “Your total will be $68.45.” Every day it's the same total. But every day like clockwork, he looks at me as if I have three heads, and storms out saying that our prices are highway robbery and that from now on he will be taking his business elsewhere. The first few times this happened it freaked me out, but after a while, I got used to it and it became another part of my job.

I got used to it and it became another part of my job. It was a

It was a week or two ago, right after our kooky friend with the three records stormed out, that in walked this girl with curly brown hair and a cute pink top. She looked so familiar to me. She walked right up to me and said that she was looking for a certain album. I knew exactly what she was talking about, but I was a little bit surprised at her choice in music. We found the album and then she started asking me for recommendations. Before I knew it, we were talking for 30 minutes! She said she should go so that I would not get in trouble; but I just wanted to keep talking to her. So I rang up her purchases. When I printed out her receipt, I wrote my number on the back. I handed it to her and she smiled saying, “My name is Nova, by the way.” “Mine is Jessica,” I told her.

the back. I handed it to her and she smiled saying, “My name is Nova, by

From there on out we were attached at the hips. It was easy to talk to Nova because she actually listened. I told her about how I was worried that my mom wouldn't ever be in love again, and Nova told me not to worry. She said that my mom was taking her time with romance because she lost the love of her life. At his point, we had been spending every day together for a month. I was quickly beginning to realize that I might have found the love of my life. Before I could express these feelings, Nova looked at me and told me that she loved me. In the heat of that confession and my own unspoken feelings, we embraced and shared our first kiss.

When summer did eventually end, it is then that I realized that I had known her from school. Her locker was three lockers away from mine. When we realized this, we laughed at each other, and Nova said to me, “If we had paid more attention we could have met each other a while ago.”

“Yeah and it would be our 2-year anniversary instead of 2-month,” I partially laughed while talking.

Nova smiled at me and we walked to class.

This summer had started as a bust, but ended with me meeting one of the most special people in my life.

walked to class. This summer had started as a bust, but ended with me meeting one
A Gho l Sum By: Cindy Mesimer “20 years ago, a girl about seventeen- our

A Gho l Sum

By: Cindy Mesimer

“20 years ago, a girl about seventeen- our age- came out to these woods for reasons unknown. She was raped and stabbed to death. The police searched for weeks, put out fliers, asked people if they knew her, but to no aid. They never even learned her name, so they called her Jane. Her killer was smart, he left no trace, not a fingerprint, not an ounce of DNA. They say he is still running free.” Delta told the story with a terrified look on her face, the flashlight adding weird shadows on her face.

“Sounds like the cops sucked at their job.” I said, munching on a marshmallow.

“Oh, shut up!” Delta said, throwing a marshmallow at me. It missed wildly and landed behind me on the ground.

“Let me finish my story before I have to deal with your sass, please!”

I waved my hand for her to continue.

“A year after Jane's death was the first time her ghost was seen. Two girls came out here to camp and have some fun while on summer break, like us. While sitting around the campfire, talking about boys, one of the girls, we'll call her Alice, saw Jane standing behind the other girl, we'll call her Clare. Alice watched as Jane reached down and grabbed a rock. She stated that she couldn't remember what happened after that; the next thing she remembered was waking up in a hospital with a broken arm and a concussion. Clare couldn't remember anything either, except her head was hurting; she had a fractured skull. They say that Jane still haunts this place to this day.” Delta grinned, turning off the flashlight.

“So, are you scared yet?” she asked.

I snorted. “Not hardly.” I said, staking another marshmallow and sticking it in the fire I looked up, and noticed

Delta, who was terrified, and not acting like before, but actually scared. “Dell? What's wrong?” I asked, worried.

“B-be-behind you…” she stuttered.

I turned around slowly and saw a girl

blonde hair that looked like a rat's nest, her clothes in tatters.

?

She looked washed out, like a faded picture, messy shoulder length

“Jane” I whispered, my voice breaking. I backed up slowly, around the campfire, 'til I was beside and slightly in front of Delta. “Get ready to run.” I whispered to Delta, who nodded back. We watched as Jane bent downwards

for something. We tensed, ready to run, as she straightened back up, holding

thrown at me earlier. Jane looked down at the marshmallow in her hand- She looks sad- I thought. As Jane took a step forward, we took one back. She took another step forward, then we took another one back, matching hers.

the

marshmallow that Delta had

Reaching the campfire, Jane grabbed my stick with the marshmallow on it, which caught on fire, then she launched at us.

“Run!” I shouted, pushing Delta forward. A flaming marshmallow; I can see it already, "youths attacked by ghost wielding a flaming marshmallow," it'll be on the front page- I thought.

I felt my feet get caught on a tree root, then I was getting a face full of dirt and leaves.

“Kate!” I heard Delta scream.

I looked up to see Jane running back to me. I looked behind me, the ghost was 10 feet away from me and

catching up quickly. I scrambled up to my knees, hands feeling for anything to use as a weapon. My hands closed around something. It was something like a strap. I pulled at it using all my strength; it came up with a ripping sound. I swung it around, not even looking at it, just hoping to take the ghost by surprise and knock the stick out of her hand.

Jane stopped. She was just standing there looking at me; I looked at what I was holding. It was a

looked like a cloth purse, half decayed. I glanced back at where I had pulled it from and I noticed several things

lying on the ground- a wallet, something tube-like, lip gloss maybe?

bag? It

Delta squatted down next to me. “Kate! Are you okay?” Delta looked over at Jane, “Why is she just standing there?” She asked. “I think it’s because of this.” I grabbed the wallet, looking at Jane the whole time. As soon as my hand closed around it, Jane dropped the stick. I flipped the wallet open. “Hey! There is a license in there,” Delta said, looking over my shoulder.

I looked at Jane, “Is this yours?” I asked. Jane nodded, starting to fade away.

“Ariel Gallaway,” I read. So that's Jane's real name- I thought. “She's gone.” Delta said, looking at me.

I pocketed the wallet and held my hands to Delta. “Help me up, please? I think I twisted my ankle.” I slung my arm on her shoulder and we started walking away.

“Next time you want to make ' summer memories' let’s not pick a haunted forest”
“Next time you want to make ' summer memories' let’s not pick a haunted forest” I said.
Forty-Niners By: Christopher Shehadi
Forty-Niners
By: Christopher Shehadi

It was summer in the year 1854. Between New Mexico and Arizona, there was a little animal town called Hangtown. Two officers – Yoodle-Hyme, the roadrunner, and Oklahoma, the jackrabbit – had nothing to do, so they went to a tavern.

“This is a very boring summer!” Yoodle-Hyme complained.

“You know, when it’s summer look for gold.”

Oklahoma told his partner, “

all

the criminals go to California to

“We should go to California, where all the criminals are going, just in case they steal something.”

“California has more officers than this town can offer,” Oklahoma explained, “and besides, there’ll be only two officers left here if we go.”

“I miss California. The plains, the deserts, and the gold.”

“We have that right here. We don’t need to go back.”

“Still, we had high hopes when we first arrived in California.”

The two sheriffs then began reminiscing about the summer of 1849, when thousands of animals migrated to California in search of gold. Yoodle-Hyme and Oklahoma went there themselves with their shovels, pick-axes, and food. The two pitched a tent nearby and began digging for gold. They dug for hours in the same spot, but could not find any gold. While they were digging, a rat approached them and told them that prospectors had already searched in that place. Furthermore, he told them that they should pitch a tent in a camp where others pitched their tents, so the animals there may provide protection for each other from the wolves. The two agreed, and moved their tent to a place with a lot of animal tents.

and moved their tent to a place with a lot of animal tents. The other prospectors

The other prospectors showed the officers where to search for gold. Everyone searched for hours, days, even weeks, but could not find any gold. Furthermore, when the two sheriffs wanted to buy shovels so they could replace their broken ones, they realized

that the prices were fifty times higher than they were when they first arrived. The two officers realized that they were losing money, so they decided to leave. One day, the two packed their tent, said goodbye to the other prospectors, and walked away.

While they were walking, Yoodle-Hyme tripped on a stone and fell down a very deep canyon. Oklahoma quickly descended the canyon to see if his friend was alright. Yoodle-Hyme was alright, but Oklahoma noticed something glittering between the walls of the canyon. He carefully walked towards the place and used his pick-axe to pull out the gleaming stone. When Oklahoma examined it, he realized that it was gold!

However, when the two climbed up the canyon, they realized that they were surrounded by wolves. The two ran away as fast as they could, and they managed to outrun the wolves. They then ran back to the camp to rest, and realized that the wolves must have been guarding the gold in the canyon. The two thought of how to outwit the wolves, and Oklahoma got an idea.

The next day, the two returned to the canyon. Yoodle-Hyme made noises to attract the wolves’ attentions, and then ran away for them to chase him. Oklahoma then secretly climbed down the canyon to search for more gold, and he found himself very fortunate.

The two officers did the same thing for several days, and filled buckets of gold. But one day, while chasing Yoodle-Hyme, the wolves somehow realized that their gold was being robbed. As a result, they left Yoodle-Hyme and ran back to the canyon so they may eat Oklahoma. Oklahoma heard the wolves coming back, and he hopped up the canyon. The wolves chased Oklahoma throughout the desert, but the jackrabbit was too quick for them. The wolves soon retreated back to their canyon, never to bother the sheriffs again.

Yoodle-Hyme caught up with Oklahoma and asked him if they’d be going back to the canyon to get more gold. Oklahoma replied that they would not need to go back, for they had enough gold to be rich. Besides, he had not found that day, so there was no reason to go back searching. They were ready to go home, and that’s what they did. They were the richest officers in town when they returned home, and they still have a little gold to this day in 1854…or at least that’s what they thought.

this day in 1854…or at least that’s what they thought. While the two thought of this

While the two thought of this in the tavern, a possum ran towards them and told them that the bank had been completely emptied. Yoodle-Hyme and Oklahoma knew that the rest of their gold was stolen, so they rushed out the tavern, knowing that this would be a busy summer.

Summer Rays By: Ella Edwards The weight of school pressure lay heavy on her shoulders

Summer Rays

By: Ella Edwards

The weight of school pressure lay heavy on her shoulders and chest, making it hard to breathe. Making her feel as if she was moving through honey. A’s marked the highest of her intelligence, while F’s marked her a failure. She constantly wondered what kind of society she was stuck in. A society that made parents hand off their kids to complete strangers for six hours a day. Where school was merely forced competition to see who could be the best. A competition no one asked to be in. And God forbid, if you failed this competition, you failed life.

Hours of studying and no play; late nights spent without family; lost meals over stress and worry; punishment for trying your best, but still failing. This dark cloud of school stayed with her. Looming over her, raindrops poured, lightning struck, and thunder deafened her ears. Then one day, on May 31st, she saw the sun. Summer.

Summer filled with sunny adventures. Camping trips, sleepovers, stars, and the pool galore. Summer memories were just waiting to be made. Her heart ached for a summer she would never forget. A summer that would leave her forgetting the harsh school setting she had come to despise. But for now summer was all that was on her mind. “Oh sweet summer, come, embrace me,” she sung.

had come to despise. But for now summer was all that was on her mind. “Oh
had come to despise. But for now summer was all that was on her mind. “Oh
Our Las Sum By: Charnae Parker It was the end of the school year and

Our Las Sum

By: Charnae Parker

It was the end of the school year and summer had finally come; a time that four friends Zaria, Cherelle, Erica, and Monique had been waiting for since Kindergarten. Graduation- something that all four friends couldn’t wait to happen. This was their time to venture out into the world and explore all the opportunities that life had to offer. The only problem was that this would be their last summer together before they all started college out of state. The only one that was staying near home was Monique, who had an idea to get all the girls together the night before graduation to have one more sleepover, before they parted ways and started on the new path to college life.

Everyone arrived for the sleepover and was so happy and excited that graduation was 24 hours away.

“I'm so ready to graduate! Been waiting for this all year long and it’s finally here,” Zaria said.

“Yeah, me too, but the only problem is we're all going to be separated and never see each other as much," Erica replied, feeling sad.

Cherelle added, “Yea, with me going off to New York, Zaria going to Atlanta, Erica in Florida, you- Monique- you’ll be the only one here, still home; we’ll be so busy with school, we’ll never see each other.”

The room got very quiet and still, as the girls realized they had been so ready to start a new life, they had not realized that they weren't ready to leave their friendship behind. They had been together their whole lives, and the thought of being apart scared them. Feeling the atmosphere change, Monique decided to clear the air.

“I've got an idea. How about we make a pact right here and right now, that no matter how far we are, we’ll always keep in contact, whether by phone, social media, or video chat, and that during spring, summer, and winter break, we all will get together for trips. How's that?” Monique asked, trying to put on a smile, holding her hand out for the girls to seal the pact.

They all looked at each other and smiled; stretched out their hands, and squeezing them tightly. Together they all replied, “deal!” They laughed and shared memories of the past, while they pigged out on pizza and sodas. At that moment it didn’t matter that they were about to part ways, all that mattered was that they were together now.

Finally, graduation day came. The girls were excited to be able to walk across the stage to receive their diplomas together. Now they were ready to start their summer vacation.

As a graduation gift, each girl’s parents decided to put monies together to send the girls on an all- expense-paid cruise to the Bahamas. Shocked and intrigued by the news, the girls eagerly packed and headed on their trip. The water was clear and blue, the atmosphere was filled with laughter and music, and there was the smell of fresh sea water. The friends enjoyed every minute of their freedom - no parents or school, no worries about the near future - just them and the ocean blue, in a beautiful country.

After a summer filled with exotic trips, parties, and spending their last moments with their families, fall set in and it was time for the girls to get ready to explore college life on their own. They met up one last time for the last sleepover they’d have for a while. Morning came and it was time for them to leave for college.

They all met each other at the playground there they first met back in Kindergarten to say their last goodbyes.

“I'm going to miss you guys, Monique said," I'm going to call and text you guys every day,” she added.

“Yeah me too, I'm going to call so much, you guys are going to get tired of me,” Cherelle replied.

“I love you guys and I'm going to miss you," Zaria claimed with tears in her eyes.

“Hey,” Erica interjected, “Do you guys remember the pact we made right here on the monkey bars?"

“Yeah I remember, how could we forget," Monique added.

The girls formed a circle and held hands, looking at each other, with smiles and tears of joy mixed with some sadness shown in their eyes. In unison they quoted their last pact together:

"No matter how close or far, we’ll never be apart, no matter rain or snow, we’ll never let go!”

As one they all fell to the ground laughing. To them, those words were true, and 'til this day they have kept their pacts. No matter how far they were, they were still the best of friends.

true, and 'til this day they have kept their pacts. No matter how far they were,
true, and 'til this day they have kept their pacts. No matter how far they were,

Meet The team!

Chief Editor

Brie Buckfelder

Editors

Brie Buckfelder

Ella Edwards

Shenee Hutchens

Shaakirah Kara

Delani Patterson

Layout

Editors

Shaakirah Kara

Brie Buckfelder

Secretary

Delani Patterson

Authors

Herman Alanis

Brie Buckfelder

Sihem Bera

Ella Edwards

Shenee Hutchens

Shaakirah Kara

Charnae Parker

Sophia Santamaria Emily Skifano

Zainab Jacobs

Cindy Mesimer

Delani Patterson

Christopher Shehadi Breanna Yancy

Interested in joining the club? Contact Mrs. Thompson at sthompson@ashworthcollege.edu.