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7b6c21a613b3d205d56ed72861b7d2ce60c3e96a — Nate 1 year, 11 months ago c59375e
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description: "battle scars story"
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date: 2019-02-01
author: Ghost Girl
description: "battle scars story"
tags: ["creative-writing"]
title: "Battle Scars"
image: /uploads/juan-davila-221687-unsplash.webp
---


<span style="font-weight: 400;">These walls</span>

<span style="font-weight: 400;">Feel like a prison</span>

<span style="font-weight: 400;">This box I hide myself in</span>

<span style="font-weight: 400;">It’s collapsing </span>

<span style="font-weight: 400;">And I can’t find the door to get out</span>

<span style="font-weight: 400;">The room is filled with invisible doubts</span>

<span style="font-weight: 400;">Fears and emotions that I only know one way</span>

<span style="font-weight: 400;">To get them to stop screaming at me</span>

<span style="font-weight: 400;">I am not proud of it</span>

<span style="font-weight: 400;">I am downright terrified</span>

<span style="font-weight: 400;">The people I call friends</span>

<span style="font-weight: 400;">Help me so much</span>

<span style="font-weight: 400;">But I still worry that </span>

<span style="font-weight: 400;">One day they will hate me as much as I do</span>

<span style="font-weight: 400;">I don’t eat and nothing is easy anymore</span>

<span style="font-weight: 400;">Living every day is a pain</span>

<span style="font-weight: 400;">But I do it and to me</span>

<span style="font-weight: 400;">I am stronger than any girl of steel could ever be</span>

<span style="font-weight: 400;">My life has changed</span>

<span style="font-weight: 400;">My field of daisies and flowers</span>

<span style="font-weight: 400;">Has died and I just can&#8217;t do it</span>

<span style="font-weight: 400;">Live every day like nothing is wrong </span>

<span style="font-weight: 400;">When everything is wrong</span>

<span style="font-weight: 400;">When the walls of society don’t exist anymore </span>

<span style="font-weight: 400;">And I just float in that black void </span>

<span style="font-weight: 400;">Between belonging and popularity</span>

<span style="font-weight: 400;">The one candle that lit that dark void</span>

<span style="font-weight: 400;">Is gone, snuffed out like it was nothing</span>

<span style="font-weight: 400;">And in this dark void is a tempting offer</span>

<span style="font-weight: 400;">Like the devil is asking me to sell my soul</span>

<span style="font-weight: 400;">But then the demon raging in my head fades</span>

<span style="font-weight: 400;">And that one part of me that is still human</span>

<span style="font-weight: 400;">Wonders why would I put the people I love through this</span>

<span style="font-weight: 400;">But then the demon takes hold once again </span>

<span style="font-weight: 400;">And tells me that no one loves me</span>

<span style="font-weight: 400;">Over and Over day after day</span>

<span style="font-weight: 400;">And to be honest</span>

<span style="font-weight: 400;">He’s right and sure</span>

<span style="font-weight: 400;">You just think I am crazy and ranting</span>

<span style="font-weight: 400;">But to me this is the next best thing</span>

<span style="font-weight: 400;">This might not mean anything to you but </span>

<span style="font-weight: 400;">Five months, five months without a new scar</span>

<span style="font-weight: 400;">But without a new scar I realize that </span>

<span style="font-weight: 400;">The voices in my head get stronger</span>

<span style="font-weight: 400;">I can hardly stop my hands from shaking </span>

<span style="font-weight: 400;">And just like that my beautiful God given gift</span>

<span style="font-weight: 400;">Is torn away from me</span>

<span style="font-weight: 400;">But that doesn&#8217;t even come close to </span>

<span style="font-weight: 400;">The pain I feel 24/7</span>

<span style="font-weight: 400;">And as a reflex I have started calling</span>

<span style="font-weight: 400;">These marks of pain  my “battle scars”</span>

<span style="font-weight: 400;">What battle was I in you may ask</span>

<span style="font-weight: 400;">I have one answer for you</span>

<span style="font-weight: 400;">I am losing a war with myself</span>

<span style="font-weight: 400;">And I won that tiny trivial battle </span>

<span style="font-weight: 400;">But it doesn&#8217;t matter now</span>

<span style="font-weight: 400;">Because I hurt so much </span>

<span style="font-weight: 400;">And there is nothing</span>

<span style="font-weight: 400;">That anyone can</span>

<span style="font-weight: 400;">Do about</span>

<span style="font-weight: 400;">It </span>

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---
date: 2019-02-01
author: Ghost Girl
description: "battle scars story"
tags: ["creative-writing"]
title: "Battle Scars"
image: /uploads/juan-davila-221687-unsplash.webp
---


<span style="font-weight: 400;">These walls</span>

<span style="font-weight: 400;">Feel like a prison</span>

<span style="font-weight: 400;">This box I hide myself in</span>

<span style="font-weight: 400;">It’s collapsing </span>

<span style="font-weight: 400;">And I can’t find the door to get out</span>

<span style="font-weight: 400;">The room is filled with invisible doubts</span>

<span style="font-weight: 400;">Fears and emotions that I only know one way</span>

<span style="font-weight: 400;">To get them to stop screaming at me</span>

<span style="font-weight: 400;">I am not proud of it</span>

<span style="font-weight: 400;">I am downright terrified</span>

<span style="font-weight: 400;">The people I call friends</span>

<span style="font-weight: 400;">Help me so much</span>

<span style="font-weight: 400;">But I still worry that </span>

<span style="font-weight: 400;">One day they will hate me as much as I do</span>

<span style="font-weight: 400;">I don’t eat and nothing is easy anymore</span>

<span style="font-weight: 400;">Living every day is a pain</span>

<span style="font-weight: 400;">But I do it and to me</span>

<span style="font-weight: 400;">I am stronger than any girl of steel could ever be</span>

<span style="font-weight: 400;">My life has changed</span>

<span style="font-weight: 400;">My field of daisies and flowers</span>

<span style="font-weight: 400;">Has died and I just can&#8217;t do it</span>

<span style="font-weight: 400;">Live every day like nothing is wrong </span>

<span style="font-weight: 400;">When everything is wrong</span>

<span style="font-weight: 400;">When the walls of society don’t exist anymore </span>

<span style="font-weight: 400;">And I just float in that black void </span>

<span style="font-weight: 400;">Between belonging and popularity</span>

<span style="font-weight: 400;">The one candle that lit that dark void</span>

<span style="font-weight: 400;">Is gone, snuffed out like it was nothing</span>

<span style="font-weight: 400;">And in this dark void is a tempting offer</span>

<span style="font-weight: 400;">Like the devil is asking me to sell my soul</span>

<span style="font-weight: 400;">But then the demon raging in my head fades</span>

<span style="font-weight: 400;">And that one part of me that is still human</span>

<span style="font-weight: 400;">Wonders why would I put the people I love through this</span>

<span style="font-weight: 400;">But then the demon takes hold once again </span>

<span style="font-weight: 400;">And tells me that no one loves me</span>

<span style="font-weight: 400;">Over and Over day after day</span>

<span style="font-weight: 400;">And to be honest</span>

<span style="font-weight: 400;">He’s right and sure</span>

<span style="font-weight: 400;">You just think I am crazy and ranting</span>

<span style="font-weight: 400;">But to me this is the next best thing</span>

<span style="font-weight: 400;">This might not mean anything to you but </span>

<span style="font-weight: 400;">Five months, five months without a new scar</span>

<span style="font-weight: 400;">But without a new scar I realize that </span>

<span style="font-weight: 400;">The voices in my head get stronger</span>

<span style="font-weight: 400;">I can hardly stop my hands from shaking </span>

<span style="font-weight: 400;">And just like that my beautiful God given gift</span>

<span style="font-weight: 400;">Is torn away from me</span>

<span style="font-weight: 400;">But that doesn&#8217;t even come close to </span>

<span style="font-weight: 400;">The pain I feel 24/7</span>

<span style="font-weight: 400;">And as a reflex I have started calling</span>

<span style="font-weight: 400;">These marks of pain  my “battle scars”</span>

<span style="font-weight: 400;">What battle was I in you may ask</span>

<span style="font-weight: 400;">I have one answer for you</span>

<span style="font-weight: 400;">I am losing a war with myself</span>

<span style="font-weight: 400;">And I won that tiny trivial battle </span>

<span style="font-weight: 400;">But it doesn&#8217;t matter now</span>

<span style="font-weight: 400;">Because I hurt so much </span>

<span style="font-weight: 400;">And there is nothing</span>

<span style="font-weight: 400;">That anyone can</span>

<span style="font-weight: 400;">Do about</span>

<span style="font-weight: 400;">It </span>

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description: "advice column intro"
tags: ["other", "btw-news", "column"]
title: "Helping Hornets: The Taliaferro Times new advice column"
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date: 2019-02-01
author: The Taliaferro Times
description: "advice column intro"
tags: ["other", "btw-news", "column"]
title: "Helping Hornets: The Taliaferro Times new advice column"
image: /uploads/marc-olivier-jodoin-277947-unsplash.webp
---


**Helping Hornets**

_*Helping Hornets is a student-based advice column that provides help to students who may need it. It is completely anonymous and your questions will not be shared with anyone outside of Newspaper Club. You can find submission boxes in the library, Mrs. Waugh&#8217;s room, and Mrs. Walker&#8217;s room. _

_<span style="font-weight: 400;">How can I be cool ?</span>_

<span style="font-weight: 400;">Depends on what you view as “cool”. You might view cool as not caring about anything and going with the flow, You might view cool as being dark and mysterious, or you might view cool as being nice, open, and friendly. If you’re happy with who you are now then there’s no need to change that. There are no specific factors to being cool other than being confident with who you are. </span>

&nbsp;

_<span style="font-weight: 400;">I’m feeling sad and I don’t know what to do about it can you guys help me?</span>_

<span style="font-weight: 400;">Sadness is a normal part of life and is an emotion we have all dealt with. If this feeling of sadness is persistent and overwhelming, then it would be a good idea to seek professional help. Seeking help may sound scary but you’ll be glad you did it in the long run. If there are things that make you feel better, do them. Talk to friends, engage in your hobbies, but most importantly seek help if your sadness starts holding you back. </span>

&nbsp;

_<span style="font-weight: 400;">I am feeling depressed and I don’t know what to do.</span>_

<span style="font-weight: 400;">Depression is a serious thing that can be treated. Know that help is always available. Here at school we have a Licensed Professional Counselor in room 305 who can help you figure out what&#8217;s going on. It&#8217;s important to reach out for help even if you’re feeling helpless. You can also try to find something to occupy your mind with like writing, playing with a pet, etc. Know that you are not alone, and there are people who can and want to help you. If you would like to talk to a peer, you could contact someone in newspaper club. You can contact us through Instagram @btw_news or email: </span>[<span style="font-weight: 400;">bookertnews@gmail.com</span>](mailto:bookertnews@gmail.com)

<span style="font-weight: 400;">1 800 273 8255 &#8211; this is the national suicide hotline available 24/7. </span>

<span style="font-weight: 400;">918 744 4800- this number is a crisis line you can dial if you are in need of immediate help</span>

<span style="font-weight: 400;">918 394 2256-  this number directs you to the Calm Center here in Tulsa that provides you with immediate help in time of crisis. </span>

&nbsp;

_<span style="font-weight: 400;">How do you find the right people to be friends with, so how do you find your new friend group as a freshman?</span>_

<span style="font-weight: 400;">Freshman year can be a rough and confusing time for anyone. Finding new friends isn’t always an easy thing. Making friends takes time and effort, especially making good friends. You don’t necessarily have to build a whole group of friends immediately, you can start by just making one or two friends. If you enjoy someone&#8217;s company, then you should pursue that friendship. Don’t be afraid of someone thinking you’re annoying for trying to pursue a friendship (they most likely don’t). If you had a friend group in middle school, reflect on how you made those friends and put those skills to work. There are other people out there in your same position, everyone&#8217;s just trying to find their place. You aren’t alone no matter how much it may seem that way. </span>

&nbsp;

_<span style="font-weight: 400;">I need help with procrastination. Can you guys help me?</span>_

&nbsp;

<span style="font-weight: 400;">I think we’re all guilty of procrastination more than we care to admit. No one really wants to spend time doing work now when you could do it later, but eventually later will be now. You have to remember that if you complete your work on time you won&#8217;t have to go through the stress of it all piling up on you last minute. Doing work last minute also means it may not really reflect your best abilities and you could get a lower grade on it. To avoid procrastination you should get rid of distractions like electronics, and think about all the stress you won&#8217;t be going through later. </span>

&nbsp;

_<span style="font-weight: 400;">How do you kiss a girl well- Al Kaholic </span>_

 <span style="font-weight: 400;"> </span>

<span style="font-weight: 400;">Bring her Hershey&#8217;s kisses instead. </span>

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---
date: 2019-02-01
author: The Taliaferro Times
description: "advice column intro"
tags: ["other", "btw-news", "column"]
title: "Helping Hornets: The Taliaferro Times new advice column"
image: /uploads/marc-olivier-jodoin-277947-unsplash.jpg
---


**Helping Hornets**

_*Helping Hornets is a student-based advice column that provides help to students who may need it. It is completely anonymous and your questions will not be shared with anyone outside of Newspaper Club. You can find submission boxes in the library, Mrs. Waugh&#8217;s room, and Mrs. Walker&#8217;s room. _

_<span style="font-weight: 400;">How can I be cool ?</span>_

<span style="font-weight: 400;">Depends on what you view as “cool”. You might view cool as not caring about anything and going with the flow, You might view cool as being dark and mysterious, or you might view cool as being nice, open, and friendly. If you’re happy with who you are now then there’s no need to change that. There are no specific factors to being cool other than being confident with who you are. </span>

&nbsp;

_<span style="font-weight: 400;">I’m feeling sad and I don’t know what to do about it can you guys help me?</span>_

<span style="font-weight: 400;">Sadness is a normal part of life and is an emotion we have all dealt with. If this feeling of sadness is persistent and overwhelming, then it would be a good idea to seek professional help. Seeking help may sound scary but you’ll be glad you did it in the long run. If there are things that make you feel better, do them. Talk to friends, engage in your hobbies, but most importantly seek help if your sadness starts holding you back. </span>

&nbsp;

_<span style="font-weight: 400;">I am feeling depressed and I don’t know what to do.</span>_

<span style="font-weight: 400;">Depression is a serious thing that can be treated. Know that help is always available. Here at school we have a Licensed Professional Counselor in room 305 who can help you figure out what&#8217;s going on. It&#8217;s important to reach out for help even if you’re feeling helpless. You can also try to find something to occupy your mind with like writing, playing with a pet, etc. Know that you are not alone, and there are people who can and want to help you. If you would like to talk to a peer, you could contact someone in newspaper club. You can contact us through Instagram @btw_news or email: </span>[<span style="font-weight: 400;">bookertnews@gmail.com</span>](mailto:bookertnews@gmail.com)

<span style="font-weight: 400;">1 800 273 8255 &#8211; this is the national suicide hotline available 24/7. </span>

<span style="font-weight: 400;">918 744 4800- this number is a crisis line you can dial if you are in need of immediate help</span>

<span style="font-weight: 400;">918 394 2256-  this number directs you to the Calm Center here in Tulsa that provides you with immediate help in time of crisis. </span>

&nbsp;

_<span style="font-weight: 400;">How do you find the right people to be friends with, so how do you find your new friend group as a freshman?</span>_

<span style="font-weight: 400;">Freshman year can be a rough and confusing time for anyone. Finding new friends isn’t always an easy thing. Making friends takes time and effort, especially making good friends. You don’t necessarily have to build a whole group of friends immediately, you can start by just making one or two friends. If you enjoy someone&#8217;s company, then you should pursue that friendship. Don’t be afraid of someone thinking you’re annoying for trying to pursue a friendship (they most likely don’t). If you had a friend group in middle school, reflect on how you made those friends and put those skills to work. There are other people out there in your same position, everyone&#8217;s just trying to find their place. You aren’t alone no matter how much it may seem that way. </span>

&nbsp;

_<span style="font-weight: 400;">I need help with procrastination. Can you guys help me?</span>_

&nbsp;

<span style="font-weight: 400;">I think we’re all guilty of procrastination more than we care to admit. No one really wants to spend time doing work now when you could do it later, but eventually later will be now. You have to remember that if you complete your work on time you won&#8217;t have to go through the stress of it all piling up on you last minute. Doing work last minute also means it may not really reflect your best abilities and you could get a lower grade on it. To avoid procrastination you should get rid of distractions like electronics, and think about all the stress you won&#8217;t be going through later. </span>

&nbsp;

_<span style="font-weight: 400;">How do you kiss a girl well- Al Kaholic </span>_

 <span style="font-weight: 400;"> </span>

<span style="font-weight: 400;">Bring her Hershey&#8217;s kisses instead. </span>

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@@ 4,7 4,7 @@ author: Baylee McDonald
description: "january story"
tags: ["creative-writing"]
title: "January"
image: /uploads/tomas-malik-1278452-unsplash.jpg
image: /uploads/tomas-malik-1278452-unsplash.webp
---
This year I vow, I say to myself. This year I vow to throw away the mask I wear for everyday deception. This year I vow to, like many others, start healthier habits in my daily life. This year I vow to work on quieting my mind. This year I vow to continue to work hard and recognize my growth. This year I vow to believe in myself. This year I vow to use my time and be functional. This year I vow on progress, and not perfection, because last year all I gave myself was empty promises, fake smiles, and unnecessary tears shed. This year I vow, because tomorrow isn&#8217;t promised and I&#8217;d like to start living for today. This year I vow to be better that the me I was before.


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---
date: 2019-02-01
author: Baylee McDonald
description: "january story"
tags: ["creative-writing"]
title: "January"
image: /uploads/tomas-malik-1278452-unsplash.webp
---
This year I vow, I say to myself. This year I vow to throw away the mask I wear for everyday deception. This year I vow to, like many others, start healthier habits in my daily life. This year I vow to work on quieting my mind. This year I vow to continue to work hard and recognize my growth. This year I vow to believe in myself. This year I vow to use my time and be functional. This year I vow on progress, and not perfection, because last year all I gave myself was empty promises, fake smiles, and unnecessary tears shed. This year I vow, because tomorrow isn&#8217;t promised and I&#8217;d like to start living for today. This year I vow to be better that the me I was before.

       

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---
date: 2019-02-01
author: Baylee McDonald
description: "january story"
tags: ["creative-writing"]
title: "January"
image: /uploads/tomas-malik-1278452-unsplash.webp
---
This year I vow, I say to myself. This year I vow to throw away the mask I wear for everyday deception. This year I vow to, like many others, start healthier habits in my daily life. This year I vow to work on quieting my mind. This year I vow to continue to work hard and recognize my growth. This year I vow to believe in myself. This year I vow to use my time and be functional. This year I vow on progress, and not perfection, because last year all I gave myself was empty promises, fake smiles, and unnecessary tears shed. This year I vow, because tomorrow isn&#8217;t promised and I&#8217;d like to start living for today. This year I vow to be better that the me I was before.

       

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description: "janet hornet highlight"
tags: ["creative-writing"]
title: "January Hornet Highlight"
image: /wp-content/uploads/2019/02/IMG_4345-2.jpg
image: /wp-content/uploads/2019/02/IMG_4345-2.webp
---



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---
date: 2019-02-01
author: Quentin Williams
description: "janet hornet highlight"
tags: ["creative-writing"]
title: "January Hornet Highlight"
image: /wp-content/uploads/2019/02/IMG_4345-2.webp
---


<p id="m_-4401724411593131882gmail-docs-internal-guid-1fdc9635-7fff-e9eb-bed8-8c998133b322" dir="ltr">
  Quentin Williams is a freshman here at the Hornet Hive. If his name rings a bell, you probably know him as the amazing Freshman Board Vice President. Quentin works very actively to make sure that his fellow freshman classmates have a strong and respectable voice in Student Council. While talking with Quentin, he continued to put emphasis on his love for his school.
</p>


&nbsp;

When asked what his favorite part about our school is, he says:

<p dir="ltr">
      <em>“That’s a very hard question. I think if I had to choose one thing I would say the school spirit. This school has so much love for each other, and I don’t think you can find that anywhere else. I feel very grateful to be among all of these people every single day of my life. I feel even more grateful that I get to make sure that every one of them have an equal voice at this school.”</em>
</p>

<p dir="ltr">
      You can also find Quentin sprinting on the track team as well as being a member of the Speech and Debate team.
</p>

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---
date: 2019-02-01
author: Quentin Williams
description: "janet hornet highlight"
tags: ["creative-writing"]
title: "January Hornet Highlight"
image: /wp-content/uploads/2019/02/IMG_4345-2.webp
---


<p id="m_-4401724411593131882gmail-docs-internal-guid-1fdc9635-7fff-e9eb-bed8-8c998133b322" dir="ltr">
  Quentin Williams is a freshman here at the Hornet Hive. If his name rings a bell, you probably know him as the amazing Freshman Board Vice President. Quentin works very actively to make sure that his fellow freshman classmates have a strong and respectable voice in Student Council. While talking with Quentin, he continued to put emphasis on his love for his school.
</p>


&nbsp;

When asked what his favorite part about our school is, he says:

<p dir="ltr">
      <em>“That’s a very hard question. I think if I had to choose one thing I would say the school spirit. This school has so much love for each other, and I don’t think you can find that anywhere else. I feel very grateful to be among all of these people every single day of my life. I feel even more grateful that I get to make sure that every one of them have an equal voice at this school.”</em>
</p>

<p dir="ltr">
      You can also find Quentin sprinting on the track team as well as being a member of the Speech and Debate team.
</p>

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description: "let's move on"
tags: ["creative-writing"]
title: "Let's Move On"
image: /uploads/james-douglas-2077-unsplash.jpg
image: /uploads/james-douglas-2077-unsplash.webp
imageDescription: "Sunset on the horizon"
---


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---
date: 2019-02-01
author: Tevin Nguyen
description: "let's move on"
tags: ["creative-writing"]
title: "Let's Move On"
image: /uploads/james-douglas-2077-unsplash.webp
imageDescription: "Sunset on the horizon"
---


<span style="font-weight: 400;">To change is to be one with yourself. </span><span style="font-weight: 400;"><br /> </span><span style="font-weight: 400;">To know your choices in life if they have been good or bad. </span><span style="font-weight: 400;"><br /> </span><span style="font-weight: 400;">To know what to choose.</span><span style="font-weight: 400;"><br /> </span><span style="font-weight: 400;">To know what to change. </span><span style="font-weight: 400;"><br /> </span><span style="font-weight: 400;">Life is all about changing. </span><span style="font-weight: 400;"><br /> </span><span style="font-weight: 400;">So it’s okay to change who you are.</span><span style="font-weight: 400;"><br /> </span><span style="font-weight: 400;">Even if others don’t want you to. </span><span style="font-weight: 400;"><br /> </span><span style="font-weight: 400;">Focus on a you and a better you. </span><span style="font-weight: 400;"><br /> </span><span style="font-weight: 400;">Die knowing you have changed as a person born on earth. </span><span style="font-weight: 400;"><br /> </span><span style="font-weight: 400;">Even if you have committed a sin. </span><span style="font-weight: 400;"><br /> </span><span style="font-weight: 400;">It’s never too late to change for the better and live on. </span><span style="font-weight: 400;"><br /> </span><span style="font-weight: 400;">To grow wings and fly from the past. </span><span style="font-weight: 400;"><br /> </span><span style="font-weight: 400;">To sprout like a deciduous tree. </span>

&nbsp;

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---
date: 2019-02-01
author: Tevin Nguyen
description: "let's move on"
tags: ["creative-writing"]
title: "Let's Move On"
image: /uploads/james-douglas-2077-unsplash.jpg
imageDescription: "Sunset on the horizon"
---


<span style="font-weight: 400;">To change is to be one with yourself. </span><span style="font-weight: 400;"><br /> </span><span style="font-weight: 400;">To know your choices in life if they have been good or bad. </span><span style="font-weight: 400;"><br /> </span><span style="font-weight: 400;">To know what to choose.</span><span style="font-weight: 400;"><br /> </span><span style="font-weight: 400;">To know what to change. </span><span style="font-weight: 400;"><br /> </span><span style="font-weight: 400;">Life is all about changing. </span><span style="font-weight: 400;"><br /> </span><span style="font-weight: 400;">So it’s okay to change who you are.</span><span style="font-weight: 400;"><br /> </span><span style="font-weight: 400;">Even if others don’t want you to. </span><span style="font-weight: 400;"><br /> </span><span style="font-weight: 400;">Focus on a you and a better you. </span><span style="font-weight: 400;"><br /> </span><span style="font-weight: 400;">Die knowing you have changed as a person born on earth. </span><span style="font-weight: 400;"><br /> </span><span style="font-weight: 400;">Even if you have committed a sin. </span><span style="font-weight: 400;"><br /> </span><span style="font-weight: 400;">It’s never too late to change for the better and live on. </span><span style="font-weight: 400;"><br /> </span><span style="font-weight: 400;">To grow wings and fly from the past. </span><span style="font-weight: 400;"><br /> </span><span style="font-weight: 400;">To sprout like a deciduous tree. </span>

&nbsp;

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---
date: 2019-02-01
author: Luke Latham
description: "New semester"
tags: ["creative-writing"]
title: "New Semester: New Start"
---

<span style="font-weight: 400;">Winter is in the air;</span>

<span style="font-weight: 400;">Oh how those poor grades do fare.</span>

<span style="font-weight: 400;">Finals did harm once beautiful scores,</span>

<span style="font-weight: 400;">And no longer are all of  the GPA’s fours. </span>

&nbsp;

<span style="font-weight: 400;">I must admit.</span>

<span style="font-weight: 400;">My grades took a hit.</span>

<span style="font-weight: 400;">Thankful for a weighted grade, </span>

<span style="font-weight: 400;">As my A’s slowly fade.</span>

&nbsp;

<span style="font-weight: 400;">But one must turn away from the blight,</span>

<span style="font-weight: 400;">And look toward the light.</span>

<span style="font-weight: 400;">Because the new semester is upon us;</span>

<span style="font-weight: 400;">And the great return of the A+</span>

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---
date: 2019-02-01
author: Luke Latham
description: "New semester"
tags: ["creative-writing"]
title: "New Semester: New Start"
---

<span style="font-weight: 400;">Winter is in the air;</span>

<span style="font-weight: 400;">Oh how those poor grades do fare.</span>

<span style="font-weight: 400;">Finals did harm once beautiful scores,</span>

<span style="font-weight: 400;">And no longer are all of  the GPA’s fours. </span>

&nbsp;

<span style="font-weight: 400;">I must admit.</span>

<span style="font-weight: 400;">My grades took a hit.</span>

<span style="font-weight: 400;">Thankful for a weighted grade, </span>

<span style="font-weight: 400;">As my A’s slowly fade.</span>

&nbsp;

<span style="font-weight: 400;">But one must turn away from the blight,</span>

<span style="font-weight: 400;">And look toward the light.</span>

<span style="font-weight: 400;">Because the new semester is upon us;</span>

<span style="font-weight: 400;">And the great return of the A+</span>

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---
date: 2019-02-01
author: Ian Benway
description: "Procrastination"
tags: ["creative-writing"]
title: "Procrastination"
---


<span style="font-weight: 400;">Same old essay situation—twelve-hundred words, full citation;</span>

<span style="font-weight: 400;">So this time I may find elation, if I avoid procrastination.</span>

&nbsp;

<span style="font-weight: 400;">Yes, this time my sole fixation lies within the whole creation</span>

<span style="font-weight: 400;">Of my dull assigned dictation within this week’s short duration.</span>

&nbsp;

<span style="font-weight: 400;">With this sudden inspiration—this completionist inclination,</span>

<span style="font-weight: 400;">Which finds itself amid temptation—laziness will meet cessation.</span>

&nbsp;

<span style="font-weight: 400;">This time I’ll terminate the frustration—the stressed induced aggravation—</span>

<span style="font-weight: 400;">Quote me on this acclimation: Last Minute and I have cut relation!</span>

&nbsp;

<span style="font-weight: 400;">But, maybe if I save this work for later, my wisdom must then be greater.</span>

<span style="font-weight: 400;">Still, other names may fit the cater, but I am surely no procrastinator.</span>

&nbsp;

<span style="font-weight: 400;">Surely, if I save this work for later, the pressure will be an accelerator.</span>

<span style="font-weight: 400;">I’m no prior-promise-violator, just a simple progress-vindicator.</span>

&nbsp;

<span style="font-weight: 400;">Last-minute pressure is an actuator; it’s simply a better activator;</span>

<span style="font-weight: 400;">It may seem like I’m some speculator, but I am certainly no excuse-fabricator.</span>

&nbsp;

<span style="font-weight: 400;">So, I’ll do it later.</span>

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---
date: 2019-02-01
author: Ian Benway
description: "Procrastination"
tags: ["creative-writing"]
title: "Procrastination"
---


<span style="font-weight: 400;">Same old essay situation—twelve-hundred words, full citation;</span>

<span style="font-weight: 400;">So this time I may find elation, if I avoid procrastination.</span>

&nbsp;

<span style="font-weight: 400;">Yes, this time my sole fixation lies within the whole creation</span>

<span style="font-weight: 400;">Of my dull assigned dictation within this week’s short duration.</span>

&nbsp;

<span style="font-weight: 400;">With this sudden inspiration—this completionist inclination,</span>

<span style="font-weight: 400;">Which finds itself amid temptation—laziness will meet cessation.</span>

&nbsp;

<span style="font-weight: 400;">This time I’ll terminate the frustration—the stressed induced aggravation—</span>

<span style="font-weight: 400;">Quote me on this acclimation: Last Minute and I have cut relation!</span>

&nbsp;

<span style="font-weight: 400;">But, maybe if I save this work for later, my wisdom must then be greater.</span>

<span style="font-weight: 400;">Still, other names may fit the cater, but I am surely no procrastinator.</span>

&nbsp;

<span style="font-weight: 400;">Surely, if I save this work for later, the pressure will be an accelerator.</span>

<span style="font-weight: 400;">I’m no prior-promise-violator, just a simple progress-vindicator.</span>

&nbsp;

<span style="font-weight: 400;">Last-minute pressure is an actuator; it’s simply a better activator;</span>

<span style="font-weight: 400;">It may seem like I’m some speculator, but I am certainly no excuse-fabricator.</span>

&nbsp;

<span style="font-weight: 400;">So, I’ll do it later.</span>

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---
date: 2019-02-01
author: Baylee McDonald
description: "Through the eyes of anxiety"
tags: ["creative-writing"]
title: "Through the eyes of anxiety"
---

Through the eyes of anxiety&#8230;

I come in the dark, when you least expect me and never asked for me. I come in the hushed whispers, telling you you&#8217;re never going to be good enough. I come because I know you&#8217;ll never need me the way I so desperately need you. How I feed off your fear. Your insecurities. Your mood. How I need you in the ways I quicken your breath and the shaking of your voice. The panic in your heart and the utter feeling of no control. I need you in selfish ways because nothing I ever say is true, but because you&#8217;ve known me for so long you blindly let me take the wheel. I come to scare away your friends because in the end you&#8217;ll always have me. I come to tell you how you&#8217;ll never be enough, I take your hope and I shatter your dreams because it&#8217;s only fair that you share your reflection with me. You&#8217;ll see me in the way your lips trimble as you look in the mirror, noticing every imperfection. You&#8217;ll hug me close when you crumble on the bathroom floor in a puddle of regret and miscommunication. You&#8217;ll shake my hand when the semester starts and I introduce my friends. Procrastination waiting outside your door, depression falling on your floor, anger and pride will shake the walls. I&#8217;ll shove you in a corner then run and hide, we&#8217;ll play a game, us against you. And when you finally break, when your mind is numb and you&#8217;ve got nothing left for us to take, we leave you alone. Alone in your mind, killing yourself a thousand times; because you&#8217;ll never truly be rid of me. I&#8217;ll always creep back in when you least expect it. You can lock your doors and cover your windows but you can never shut off my voice playing on repeat. Laughing and calling you fat, ugly, stupid, worthless. My friends will join in and you&#8217;ll drown all over again, because in the end, don&#8217;t I always win?

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---
date: 2019-02-01
author: Baylee McDonald
description: "Through the eyes of anxiety"
tags: ["creative-writing"]
title: "Through the eyes of anxiety"
---

Through the eyes of anxiety&#8230;

I come in the dark, when you least expect me and never asked for me. I come in the hushed whispers, telling you you&#8217;re never going to be good enough. I come because I know you&#8217;ll never need me the way I so desperately need you. How I feed off your fear. Your insecurities. Your mood. How I need you in the ways I quicken your breath and the shaking of your voice. The panic in your heart and the utter feeling of no control. I need you in selfish ways because nothing I ever say is true, but because you&#8217;ve known me for so long you blindly let me take the wheel. I come to scare away your friends because in the end you&#8217;ll always have me. I come to tell you how you&#8217;ll never be enough, I take your hope and I shatter your dreams because it&#8217;s only fair that you share your reflection with me. You&#8217;ll see me in the way your lips trimble as you look in the mirror, noticing every imperfection. You&#8217;ll hug me close when you crumble on the bathroom floor in a puddle of regret and miscommunication. You&#8217;ll shake my hand when the semester starts and I introduce my friends. Procrastination waiting outside your door, depression falling on your floor, anger and pride will shake the walls. I&#8217;ll shove you in a corner then run and hide, we&#8217;ll play a game, us against you. And when you finally break, when your mind is numb and you&#8217;ve got nothing left for us to take, we leave you alone. Alone in your mind, killing yourself a thousand times; because you&#8217;ll never truly be rid of me. I&#8217;ll always creep back in when you least expect it. You can lock your doors and cover your windows but you can never shut off my voice playing on repeat. Laughing and calling you fat, ugly, stupid, worthless. My friends will join in and you&#8217;ll drown all over again, because in the end, don&#8217;t I always win?

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description: "Volle Leaving"
tags: ["btw-news"]
title: "Mr. Volle Announces Departure After 2018-2019"
image: /wp-content/uploads/2019/02/FullSizeRender.jpg
image: /wp-content/uploads/2019/02/FullSizeRender.webp
imageDescription: "Mr. Volle in 2019"
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Mr. Volle, long-time physics teacher and master of wit, has announced his intention to leave Booker T. Washington High School after the completion of this school year.


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**Farewell Mr. Volle, thank you for everything.**

![alt text](/uploads/volle-window.png "Mr. Volle in the window")
![alt text](/uploads/volle-window.webp "Mr. Volle in the window")

![alt text](/uploads/volle-cringy.png "Mr. Volle on a bus")
![alt text](/uploads/volle-cringy.webp "Mr. Volle on a bus")

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---
date: 2019-02-25
author: Nathaniel Ijams
description: "Volle Leaving"
tags: ["btw-news"]
title: "Mr. Volle Announces Departure After 2018-2019"
image: /wp-content/uploads/2019/02/FullSizeRender.webp
imageDescription: "Mr. Volle in 2019"
---
Mr. Volle, long-time physics teacher and master of wit, has announced his intention to leave Booker T. Washington High School after the completion of this school year.

According to students in his class, Mr. Volle is moving from Tulsa to Colorado Springs, Colorado.

His departure is the latest in a long string of BTW resignations or sabbaticals, including that of Mr. Waldron (social studies), Mr. McCoy (film & art history), and Mrs. Deaton (social studies). In light of these departures, further questions have arisen concerning the general quality of a BTW education.

He will be terribly missed by his loving students, fellow faculty, the administration, and his Robotics minions.

**Farewell Mr. Volle, thank you for everything.**

![alt text](/uploads/volle-window.webp "Mr. Volle in the window")

![alt text](/uploads/volle-cringy.webp "Mr. Volle on a bus")

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date: 2019-02-25
author: Nathaniel Ijams
description: "Volle Leaving"
tags: ["btw-news"]
title: "Mr. Volle Announces Departure After 2018-2019"
image: /wp-content/uploads/2019/02/FullSizeRender.webp
imageDescription: "Mr. Volle in 2019"
---
Mr. Volle, long-time physics teacher and master of wit, has announced his intention to leave Booker T. Washington High School after the completion of this school year.

According to students in his class, Mr. Volle is moving from Tulsa to Colorado Springs, Colorado.

His departure is the latest in a long string of BTW resignations or sabbaticals, including that of Mr. Waldron (social studies), Mr. McCoy (film & art history), and Mrs. Deaton (social studies). In light of these departures, further questions have arisen concerning the general quality of a BTW education.

He will be terribly missed by his loving students, fellow faculty, the administration, and his Robotics minions.

**Farewell Mr. Volle, thank you for everything.**

![alt text](/uploads/volle-window.png "Mr. Volle in the window")

![alt text](/uploads/volle-cringy.png "Mr. Volle on a bus")

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@@ 3,7 3,7 @@ title: "A Moral Dilemma"
author: T.S.
date: 2019-04-16
description:
image: "/uploads/2019/mathew-schwartz-718956-unsplash.jpg"
image: "/uploads/2019/mathew-schwartz-718956-unsplash.webp"
imageDescription: "A skeleton pondering the dilemma."
tags: ["creative-writing"]
comments: false

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---
title: "A Moral Dilemma"
author: T.S.
date: 2019-04-16
description:
image: "/uploads/2019/mathew-schwartz-718956-unsplash.webp"
imageDescription: "A skeleton pondering the dilemma."
tags: ["creative-writing"]
comments: false
draft: false
---
Compared to most fiction stories you read, you may believe that this story is, well, fiction. But I assure you that this is a completely TRUE recounting of past events, although many parts of this may seem exaggerated. So, what am I talking about you ask? Well, it all started on a sunny spring evening when coming home after school. That day was completely normal; I had woken up early and gotten ready, then sat through seven classes and went to after school tutoring for help on my math. Then, on my way back home, my dad talked to me about how my day was, and, as usual, I replied with a short “Fine,” which abruptly ended the conversation. Afterwards, while getting out of the car, I noticed a grasshopper on the side of the driveway. I debated stepping on it. Now yes, I know you may be wondering, “Really, that’s what this is about?,” but hear me out.

If I were to leave the grasshopper alive, it may enter my house (and no one likes unwanted bugs in their house) and create an infestation or something. Plus it would probably just get killed anyways by someone or something else. Now, if I were to squash it under my clean shoes, it would be killing an innocent bug that had worked its entire life up to this point for absolutely nothing. Additionally it may create a chain reaction causing another animal (a bird or a spider or something) to not get a meal that day, causing the animal to be hungry and potentially starve due to no longer having any grasshoppers to eat. The grasshopper could also be a parent and, due to my stupidity, I could just have orphaned several baby grasshoppers. Not only that, but my little sister who was behind me could see me as a cold hearted killer. This could be comparable to a murder of a drunk father. On one hand the father may be the only source of income for his family and a star employee at his work but on the other, he is currently very dangerous to me and may kill me or ruin my life. So do you kill the grasshopper or do you leave it?

Several months later I was presented with another problem, although this one was more serious. I was at school one day waiting for everyone else to finish their test when all of the sudden I hear my phone buzz. I check my phone to see a text from a friend of mine asking what was on the test. For several minutes I debated what to answer—should I tell them or not? If I decide to not tell them, they would become frustrated with me and could cause them to fail the test. This could cause their grade to go down and cause a chain reaction that inadvertently cause them to not get into the college that they wanted to. I would be following the rules but hurting my friendship.  If  I tell them, there is a chance, albeit a small one, that I get caught. Additionally, they would have a better grade than me due to knowing beforehand what is on the test. That would create an inherent bias towards their class if the action is repeated. It could be compared to the robbing of a bank. If I work at the bank, do I tell the thief the layout of the place beforehand? Or do I ignore them, even though I know that they are stealing because they need money for their family and if I do ignore them, they could potentially try to get back at me?  So do I help my friend or do I ignore them?

I once heard a quote I like: “For every person that makes it, 100 people don’t.” Recently this has made me think about what I want to do in the future. I would like to become famous by helping people. But in relation to this quote, would I help more people by becoming famous and inspiring the next generation, or by allowing one of the 100 people that could have become famous in my place to do so? Mathematically speaking, the latter would be true if both the other possible person and I could help the same amount of people because I would have helped one more, the person that I allowed to become famous. But if I believe that I can do a better job than them, then I would be the better choice. You could possibly compare it to committing genocide. If I were to kill one hundred people, would that be better or worse than having someone else do it Because if someone else does it, then technically that is one extra life killed due to the killer eventually being killed. Or do I think that I could do a better job than them? Do I take the selfish route and follow my dreams and potentially ruin someone else’s dreams or do I let someone else do it and not follow my dreams?

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---
title: "A Moral Dilemma"
author: T.S.
date: 2019-04-16
description:
image: "/uploads/2019/mathew-schwartz-718956-unsplash.jpg"
imageDescription: "A skeleton pondering the dilemma."
tags: ["creative-writing"]
comments: false
draft: false
---
Compared to most fiction stories you read, you may believe that this story is, well, fiction. But I assure you that this is a completely TRUE recounting of past events, although many parts of this may seem exaggerated. So, what am I talking about you ask? Well, it all started on a sunny spring evening when coming home after school. That day was completely normal; I had woken up early and gotten ready, then sat through seven classes and went to after school tutoring for help on my math. Then, on my way back home, my dad talked to me about how my day was, and, as usual, I replied with a short “Fine,” which abruptly ended the conversation. Afterwards, while getting out of the car, I noticed a grasshopper on the side of the driveway. I debated stepping on it. Now yes, I know you may be wondering, “Really, that’s what this is about?,” but hear me out.

If I were to leave the grasshopper alive, it may enter my house (and no one likes unwanted bugs in their house) and create an infestation or something. Plus it would probably just get killed anyways by someone or something else. Now, if I were to squash it under my clean shoes, it would be killing an innocent bug that had worked its entire life up to this point for absolutely nothing. Additionally it may create a chain reaction causing another animal (a bird or a spider or something) to not get a meal that day, causing the animal to be hungry and potentially starve due to no longer having any grasshoppers to eat. The grasshopper could also be a parent and, due to my stupidity, I could just have orphaned several baby grasshoppers. Not only that, but my little sister who was behind me could see me as a cold hearted killer. This could be comparable to a murder of a drunk father. On one hand the father may be the only source of income for his family and a star employee at his work but on the other, he is currently very dangerous to me and may kill me or ruin my life. So do you kill the grasshopper or do you leave it?

Several months later I was presented with another problem, although this one was more serious. I was at school one day waiting for everyone else to finish their test when all of the sudden I hear my phone buzz. I check my phone to see a text from a friend of mine asking what was on the test. For several minutes I debated what to answer—should I tell them or not? If I decide to not tell them, they would become frustrated with me and could cause them to fail the test. This could cause their grade to go down and cause a chain reaction that inadvertently cause them to not get into the college that they wanted to. I would be following the rules but hurting my friendship.  If  I tell them, there is a chance, albeit a small one, that I get caught. Additionally, they would have a better grade than me due to knowing beforehand what is on the test. That would create an inherent bias towards their class if the action is repeated. It could be compared to the robbing of a bank. If I work at the bank, do I tell the thief the layout of the place beforehand? Or do I ignore them, even though I know that they are stealing because they need money for their family and if I do ignore them, they could potentially try to get back at me?  So do I help my friend or do I ignore them?

I once heard a quote I like: “For every person that makes it, 100 people don’t.” Recently this has made me think about what I want to do in the future. I would like to become famous by helping people. But in relation to this quote, would I help more people by becoming famous and inspiring the next generation, or by allowing one of the 100 people that could have become famous in my place to do so? Mathematically speaking, the latter would be true if both the other possible person and I could help the same amount of people because I would have helped one more, the person that I allowed to become famous. But if I believe that I can do a better job than them, then I would be the better choice. You could possibly compare it to committing genocide. If I were to kill one hundred people, would that be better or worse than having someone else do it Because if someone else does it, then technically that is one extra life killed due to the killer eventually being killed. Or do I think that I could do a better job than them? Do I take the selfish route and follow my dreams and potentially ruin someone else’s dreams or do I let someone else do it and not follow my dreams?

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@@ 3,7 3,7 @@ title: "Bees"
author: Anonymous
date: 2019-04-12
description: "Bees \ Fly into a blooming spring flower"
image: "/uploads/jenna-lee-122713-unsplash.jpg"
image: "/uploads/jenna-lee-122713-unsplash.webp"
imageDescription: "Bee with flower."
tags: ["creative-writing"]
comments: false

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title: "Bees"
author: Anonymous
date: 2019-04-12
description: "Bees \ Fly into a blooming spring flower"
image: "/uploads/jenna-lee-122713-unsplash.webp"
imageDescription: "Bee with flower."
tags: ["creative-writing"]
comments: false
draft: false
---
## Bees

Bees

Fly into a blooming spring flower

Feel the petals soft and velvet

Buzz in delight

Cover themselves in a light and yellow dust

Carries pollen on it's back

Spreading it here and there and everywhere

Fueling Spring with life

Bees

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title: "Bees"
author: Anonymous
date: 2019-04-12
description: "Bees \ Fly into a blooming spring flower"
image: "/uploads/jenna-lee-122713-unsplash.webp"
imageDescription: "Bee with flower."
tags: ["creative-writing"]
comments: false
draft: false
---
## Bees

Bees

Fly into a blooming spring flower

Feel the petals soft and velvet

Buzz in delight

Cover themselves in a light and yellow dust

Carries pollen on it's back

Spreading it here and there and everywhere

Fueling Spring with life

Bees

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@@ 3,7 3,7 @@ title: "Last Minute"
author: Ian Benway
date: 2019-04-14
description:
image: "/uploads/aron-visuals-322314-unsplash.jpg"
image: "/uploads/aron-visuals-322314-unsplash.webp"
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comments: false

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title: "Last Minute"
author: Ian Benway
date: 2019-04-14
description:
image: "/uploads/aron-visuals-322314-unsplash.webp"
imageDescription: ""
tags: ["creative-writing"]
comments: false
draft: false
---
I’m starting to write this poem on the night before it’s due.

It’s certainly unpolished —​ *the font may be askew​*.

I’m writing this last-minute, so the grammar may not be, great,

But doing it now is certainly better than turning it in late.

I didn’t start it earlier—I just didn’t feel compelled—

So please grade nicely if some things happen to be mispeled.

I think I suffer medically from avid procrastination

And thus I may be missing some quite vital punctuation

But still I hope you’re satisfied with this last-minute creation,

despite my tall ineptitude to use capitalization.

And since I’m running out of time, I may misplace a rhyme,

Or maybe there might be a place where I forget to rhyme at all.

Maybe some lines won’t follow the preset rhythmic meter,

Or surely some lines will be ended with a lazy rhyme that doesn’t make sense at all in the context of the poem. Eater.

And sadly this poem may just have no true meaning in it,

But that comes at the price of doing things last-minute.

It just so happens that my time has already diminished,

So, I guess I’ll just have to leave this poem scrappy and

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---
title: "Last Minute"
author: Ian Benway
date: 2019-04-14
description:
image: "/uploads/aron-visuals-322314-unsplash.webp"
imageDescription: ""
tags: ["creative-writing"]
comments: false
draft: false
---
I’m starting to write this poem on the night before it’s due.

It’s certainly unpolished —​ *the font may be askew​*.

I’m writing this last-minute, so the grammar may not be, great,

But doing it now is certainly better than turning it in late.

I didn’t start it earlier—I just didn’t feel compelled—

So please grade nicely if some things happen to be mispeled.

I think I suffer medically from avid procrastination

And thus I may be missing some quite vital punctuation

But still I hope you’re satisfied with this last-minute creation,

despite my tall ineptitude to use capitalization.

And since I’m running out of time, I may misplace a rhyme,

Or maybe there might be a place where I forget to rhyme at all.

Maybe some lines won’t follow the preset rhythmic meter,

Or surely some lines will be ended with a lazy rhyme that doesn’t make sense at all in the context of the poem. Eater.

And sadly this poem may just have no true meaning in it,

But that comes at the price of doing things last-minute.

It just so happens that my time has already diminished,

So, I guess I’ll just have to leave this poem scrappy and

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title: "2019 04 Notre Dame Fire"
author:
date: 2019-04-15T17:18:22-05:00
description:
image: ""
imageDescription: ""
tags: []
comments: false
draft: true
---

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title: "2019 04 Notre Dame Fire"
author:
date: 2019-04-15T17:18:22-05:00
description:
image: ""
imageDescription: ""
tags: []
comments: false
draft: true
---

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@@ 3,7 3,7 @@ title: "Prom"
author: Betsy Martin
date: 2019-04-15
description:
image: "/uploads/2019/Prom/IMG-4439.jpg"
image: "/uploads/2019/Prom/IMG-4439.webp"
imageDescription: ""
tags: ["btw-news"]
comments: false


@@ 23,7 23,7 @@ Prom. One word, big meaning. When you hear it, what do you think of? Do images o

---

![one student standing](https://hugo.thetaliaferrotimes.org/uploads/2019/Prom/IMG-4443.jpg)
![three students posing](https://hugo.thetaliaferrotimes.org/uploads/2019/Prom/IMG-4444.jpg)
![four students standing on grass](https://hugo.thetaliaferrotimes.org/uploads/2019/Prom/IMG-4445.jpg)
![one student posing](https://hugo.thetaliaferrotimes.org/uploads/2019/Prom/IMG-4446.jpg)
![one student standing](https://hugo.thetaliaferrotimes.org/uploads/2019/Prom/IMG-4443.webp)
![three students posing](https://hugo.thetaliaferrotimes.org/uploads/2019/Prom/IMG-4444.webp)
![four students standing on grass](https://hugo.thetaliaferrotimes.org/uploads/2019/Prom/IMG-4445.webp)
![one student posing](https://hugo.thetaliaferrotimes.org/uploads/2019/Prom/IMG-4446.webp)

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---
title: "Prom"
author: Betsy Martin
date: 2019-04-15
description:
image: "/uploads/2019/Prom/IMG-4439.webp"
imageDescription: ""
tags: ["btw-news"]
comments: false
draft: false
---
*This year, prom was held at Caine’s Ballroom on Saturday, April 6th. It was planned and made possible by the class of 2020 and their sponsor, Ms. Walker. The theme was an Enchanted Gala.*

Prom. One word, big meaning. When you hear it, what do you think of? Do images of velvet dresses and pristine suits dance across your mind? Do you look at your wrist and picture a flower corsage wrapped around it? Maybe you envision yourself arm in arm with your best friend or significant other, stepping through the floral entryway and into a world where time seems to tick slower, smiles seem to glow brighter, and songs seem to play louder.

​Or, maybe you’re one of those people who see themselves sitting in a corner, shifting through their phone as the music drones on, hoping that the movies got it wrong—that this isn’t the best night of your life. To you, prom is a night that washes over you and leaves you much the same as you were before. Watching those around you become completely drenched, you wonder if maybe… maybe there was something you missed. You like the music, you like getting dressed up, you like seeing your friends jumping up and down and singing off key. But, altogether, these things are an overwhelming sensation that barely gives you time to catch your breath. Feeling lost in a faceless crowd, letting the pulsating throb of people and sound pick you up and keep you suspended like a cloud. Watching everyone beneath you and wondering: Is this the night of their lives?

​Prom is an experience. It is a mark of high school that one carries with them after graduation, something they reminisce about once they turn thirty. It is not the defining moment of one’s high school career. It does not have to be the most important event of one’s teenage years. In a world full of Hollywood glamorization, prom has become this generation’s pinup model, an idealization of the perfect high school life. To a young, clueless freshman it is something to dream about and anticipate over the next four years. It is a dream that takes on many guises. Something to be held in reverent awe and yet, something to be feared.

​To those of you who danced at prom, sang your hearts out, and left the night laughing into the morning, I raise my glass. You found enjoyment in what should be enjoyed, happiness in a time free of worry, and memories in a year worth remembering. I admire you and your spirit of celebration. You took your dreams with you and carried them onto the dance floor. You left with a sadness that these high school days are coming to an end, a love that burned out too quickly. But, as you let go of those dreams you brought with you, new ones begin to form. Taking them by the hand, you walk forwards, searching for the next big thing that lies beyond.

​To those of you who sat on the benches, hummed quietly to yourself when a song you knew began to play, and swayed gently by yourself in corner, I raise my glass as well as my heart. For in all of you, I found a secret society of people who want to experience life and all of its flaws. I found a family who understands the sanctity of trying for the sake of trying. To you, prom was a dive into deep waters. It was a badge of honor showing that you survived these past four years, made it through to the next stage in life. Now, you can kiss these years goodbye with a smile on your face because you did it. You will not look back and wish for these moments; you will think of them and grin, glad that they happened but happier still for what came after. Kudos to your intrepid self.

---

![one student standing](https://hugo.thetaliaferrotimes.org/uploads/2019/Prom/IMG-4443.webp)
![three students posing](https://hugo.thetaliaferrotimes.org/uploads/2019/Prom/IMG-4444.webp)
![four students standing on grass](https://hugo.thetaliaferrotimes.org/uploads/2019/Prom/IMG-4445.webp)
![one student posing](https://hugo.thetaliaferrotimes.org/uploads/2019/Prom/IMG-4446.webp)

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title: "Prom"
author: Betsy Martin
date: 2019-04-15
description:
image: "/uploads/2019/Prom/IMG-4439.webp"
imageDescription: ""
tags: ["btw-news"]
comments: false
draft: false
---
*This year, prom was held at Caine’s Ballroom on Saturday, April 6th. It was planned and made possible by the class of 2020 and their sponsor, Ms. Walker. The theme was an Enchanted Gala.*

Prom. One word, big meaning. When you hear it, what do you think of? Do images of velvet dresses and pristine suits dance across your mind? Do you look at your wrist and picture a flower corsage wrapped around it? Maybe you envision yourself arm in arm with your best friend or significant other, stepping through the floral entryway and into a world where time seems to tick slower, smiles seem to glow brighter, and songs seem to play louder.

​Or, maybe you’re one of those people who see themselves sitting in a corner, shifting through their phone as the music drones on, hoping that the movies got it wrong—that this isn’t the best night of your life. To you, prom is a night that washes over you and leaves you much the same as you were before. Watching those around you become completely drenched, you wonder if maybe… maybe there was something you missed. You like the music, you like getting dressed up, you like seeing your friends jumping up and down and singing off key. But, altogether, these things are an overwhelming sensation that barely gives you time to catch your breath. Feeling lost in a faceless crowd, letting the pulsating throb of people and sound pick you up and keep you suspended like a cloud. Watching everyone beneath you and wondering: Is this the night of their lives?

​Prom is an experience. It is a mark of high school that one carries with them after graduation, something they reminisce about once they turn thirty. It is not the defining moment of one’s high school career. It does not have to be the most important event of one’s teenage years. In a world full of Hollywood glamorization, prom has become this generation’s pinup model, an idealization of the perfect high school life. To a young, clueless freshman it is something to dream about and anticipate over the next four years. It is a dream that takes on many guises. Something to be held in reverent awe and yet, something to be feared.

​To those of you who danced at prom, sang your hearts out, and left the night laughing into the morning, I raise my glass. You found enjoyment in what should be enjoyed, happiness in a time free of worry, and memories in a year worth remembering. I admire you and your spirit of celebration. You took your dreams with you and carried them onto the dance floor. You left with a sadness that these high school days are coming to an end, a love that burned out too quickly. But, as you let go of those dreams you brought with you, new ones begin to form. Taking them by the hand, you walk forwards, searching for the next big thing that lies beyond.

​To those of you who sat on the benches, hummed quietly to yourself when a song you knew began to play, and swayed gently by yourself in corner, I raise my glass as well as my heart. For in all of you, I found a secret society of people who want to experience life and all of its flaws. I found a family who understands the sanctity of trying for the sake of trying. To you, prom was a dive into deep waters. It was a badge of honor showing that you survived these past four years, made it through to the next stage in life. Now, you can kiss these years goodbye with a smile on your face because you did it. You will not look back and wish for these moments; you will think of them and grin, glad that they happened but happier still for what came after. Kudos to your intrepid self.

---

![one student standing](https://hugo.thetaliaferrotimes.org/uploads/2019/Prom/IMG-4443.webp)
![three students posing](https://hugo.thetaliaferrotimes.org/uploads/2019/Prom/IMG-4444.webp)
![four students standing on grass](https://hugo.thetaliaferrotimes.org/uploads/2019/Prom/IMG-4445.webp)
![one student posing](https://hugo.thetaliaferrotimes.org/uploads/2019/Prom/IMG-4446.webp)

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@@ 3,7 3,7 @@ title: "Rwanda 25 Years On: Do students know any more about genocide?"
author: Nathaniel Ijams
date: 2019-04-12
description:
image: "/uploads/maxime-niyomwungeri-455213-unsplash.jpg"
image: "/uploads/maxime-niyomwungeri-455213-unsplash.webp"
imageDescription: "Kigali, Rwanda"
tags: ["international-news", "btw-news"]
comments: false

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---
title: "Rwanda 25 Years On: Do students know any more about genocide?"
author: Nathaniel Ijams
date: 2019-04-12
description:
image: "/uploads/maxime-niyomwungeri-455213-unsplash.webp"
imageDescription: "Kigali, Rwanda"
tags: ["international-news", "btw-news"]
comments: false
draft: false
---
Twenty-five years ago, one plane was shot from the sky, the blue openness tinged by the red flame of the explosion. This tragedy, however, meant not only the political assassination of Rwanda's President, but the eminent massacre of 800,000 innocents. 800,000 Rwandans. Women, men. Boys, girls. Sons, daughters. Husbands, wives. Parents, siblings, grandparents. Dead.

Three months was all it took. Almost 10,000 people a day.

But how many of us even know of it?

Rwanda, in 1994, consisted of three primary ethnic groups: the Hutu, the Tutsi, and the Twa. The Hutu were the majority, consisting of 85% of the population. The Tutsi were 14% of the population. The Twa only 1%. It was a time of struggle. Economic disaster, political tension, and the rise of extremists plagued the people. Then, in April, the Hutu president's plane was shot down. Immediately, violence broke out as Hutu extremists, blaming a Tutsi rebel group for the tragedy, sought to completely wipe the Tutsi from the face of the Earth. For three months, the Hutu extremists carried out a pre-organized and deliberate genocide. Lists of Tutsi were given to soldiers, thousands killed mercilessly with the swipe of machetes, and teenage Hutu blocked roads as the Tutsi desperately tried to flee.

Where was the United Nations? The United States? France? Britain? Belgium? Where were those that had promised to protect those who could not protect themselves? The presence of UN Peacekeepers was useless as they were ordered to either withdraw or avoid fighting at all. Rwanda is the definition of international failure. Resources were at hand to save hundreds of thousands of lives, yet we watched.

Many students, after learning about the Holocaust because of its place in mandatory curricula, believe that the world has emerged into a peaceful world. A world without the unjustified and systematic murder of millions. Yet, in 1994, Rwanda.

Booker T. Washington, great though we may be, is no exception to this pattern of ignorance. In an informal survey, The Taliaferro Times found that most students had no idea that the Rwandan Genocide occurred. The few that did know were most often vague in their details, and only one student remembered ever being taught about the Genocide in a school environment.

Schools and teachers should make intentional efforts to teach about genocides beyond the Holocaust. A simple look at the Wikipedia page, "Genocides in history", reveals the horrific fact of so many millions murdered.

Students, in our role as learners, ought to have known about such terrible truths. After all, knowledge is not just an empty cloud which floats in our brains, but also a path towards a brighter future.

---
*Photo by Maxime Niyomwungeri on Unsplash. Pictured: Kigali, Rwanda.*

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title: "Rwanda 25 Years On: Do students know any more about genocide?"
author: Nathaniel Ijams
date: 2019-04-12
description:
image: "/uploads/maxime-niyomwungeri-455213-unsplash.jpg"
imageDescription: "Kigali, Rwanda"
tags: ["international-news", "btw-news"]
comments: false
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Twenty-five years ago, one plane was shot from the sky, the blue openness tinged by the red flame of the explosion. This tragedy, however, meant not only the political assassination of Rwanda's President, but the eminent massacre of 800,000 innocents. 800,000 Rwandans. Women, men. Boys, girls. Sons, daughters. Husbands, wives. Parents, siblings, grandparents. Dead.

Three months was all it took. Almost 10,000 people a day.

But how many of us even know of it?

Rwanda, in 1994, consisted of three primary ethnic groups: the Hutu, the Tutsi, and the Twa. The Hutu were the majority, consisting of 85% of the population. The Tutsi were 14% of the population. The Twa only 1%. It was a time of struggle. Economic disaster, political tension, and the rise of extremists plagued the people. Then, in April, the Hutu president's plane was shot down. Immediately, violence broke out as Hutu extremists, blaming a Tutsi rebel group for the tragedy, sought to completely wipe the Tutsi from the face of the Earth. For three months, the Hutu extremists carried out a pre-organized and deliberate genocide. Lists of Tutsi were given to soldiers, thousands killed mercilessly with the swipe of machetes, and teenage Hutu blocked roads as the Tutsi desperately tried to flee.

Where was the United Nations? The United States? France? Britain? Belgium? Where were those that had promised to protect those who could not protect themselves? The presence of UN Peacekeepers was useless as they were ordered to either withdraw or avoid fighting at all. Rwanda is the definition of international failure. Resources were at hand to save hundreds of thousands of lives, yet we watched.

Many students, after learning about the Holocaust because of its place in mandatory curricula, believe that the world has emerged into a peaceful world. A world without the unjustified and systematic murder of millions. Yet, in 1994, Rwanda.

Booker T. Washington, great though we may be, is no exception to this pattern of ignorance. In an informal survey, The Taliaferro Times found that most students had no idea that the Rwandan Genocide occurred. The few that did know were most often vague in their details, and only one student remembered ever being taught about the Genocide in a school environment.

Schools and teachers should make intentional efforts to teach about genocides beyond the Holocaust. A simple look at the Wikipedia page, "Genocides in history", reveals the horrific fact of so many millions murdered.

Students, in our role as learners, ought to have known about such terrible truths. After all, knowledge is not just an empty cloud which floats in our brains, but also a path towards a brighter future.

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*Photo by Maxime Niyomwungeri on Unsplash. Pictured: Kigali, Rwanda.*

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Hi! My name is Penny Young. A few days ago, something very mystical happen to me. Something where I discovered who I was meant to be, my true purpose, my destiny. It all started in Columbia. This is the story of how I became the Spring Maiden.

*March 22, 2019 8:35 p.m. *

It is night time, the big milky moon was out with the tiny-shiny gems in the dark sky. I was in my bed, tucked in by my Grandmother, Nepali. She had long beautiful white silky hair and had bright blue eyes. She always tucked me every night like a baby piglet. She grabbed a golden book and started reading it.

“This is the story of “The Spring Maiden,” softly said my Grandma as she turns the page.

“The Spring Maiden…” I slowly said with warmth.

“Hehe…,” My grandma giggled with a smile.

“Once there was a young lady in a field of blooming flowers...She felt one with the flowers, feeling the breezy cool wind blowing her wavy hair like a tiny windmill,-“ interrupted by me.
“What’s a windmill Grandma?” I wondered.
“Oh little Penny, hmm… I’ll tell you when your older,” She claimed as she pinched my chubby cheeks.
“Okay,” I sighed with a frown.
“Now as the story continues, the young lady saw so many beautiful flowers she had ever seen. She wished she could live in the field forever...but she suddenly heard something moving by her. She went to the moving sounds that shook the flowers and saw a white rabbit bleeding with an arrow through its leg. She was in shock and fill with sadness. She saw the bunny struggling to live and move but it was started to move slowly every second. “No!” The lady faintly spoke as she pulls out the bloody arrow out of the rabbit and as tears begin to come down her eyes. “Live! Please don’t go!” She shouted with sadness as she hold the rabbit in her shaking arms. She felt the light weight of the rabbit and closed her eyes praying to someone that could help the poor rabbit. Then she felt warmth from the body of the white rabbit and opened her eyes seeing the rabbit moving. The rabbit then hopped off of her arms and disappeared into the field of flowers. The lady was happy and wiped her tears. But she suddenly noticed that her tears were golden and her hands was glowing like the sun had kissed them. The glowing light was fading away and she looked at the sun as it was getting windy and making all the blooming flowers dance. She heard a divine faint voice in head saying “You have been chosen...you are the Spring Maiden!” The sun shined a bright golden light to her and she walked away,” Told Grandma as I was fully mesmerized.
“Okay that’s all for now, time to for bed,” Ordered Grandma as she turned the lamp light off.
“Wait! No, I want to know more! What happen to her?!” I questioned curiously like a monkey.
“Hehe...I’ll tell you tomorrow, don’t worry little Penny,” She softly whispered as she kissed my forehead.
“Okay,” I yawned as I closed my eyes.
“Love you Grandma,” I affectionately said.
“Love you Penny…” She smiled as the lights turned off.
It was the next day. I woke up thinking about my grandma the whole night. I was dreaming about her but it was horrible dream. It was a nightmare. Tiny drops of tears ran down my face. My mother came inside my room and had a mourning face that made my heart beat. She came closer to me and said,
“Grandma has passed away…”
“Grand...ma…” I shockingly mumbled as I was in disbelief.
“I’m sorry...hmmph,” Cried my mom as she hugged me tightly.
I couldn’t move. I was frozen in sadness. I didn’t want to believe it. From that moment, I knew things weren’t going to be the same anymore. I felt pain. My heart hurted.
10 years later, March 23, 2029 8:45 a.m.
I just turned 16 years old. My birthday had just passed a few days ago but I didn’t really want to celebrate it because it was close to my grandma’s death. But I’m really glad to be 16 years old, I could drive and do more grown up things. I know being this age will be challenging but I felt already grown like a maple tree and I know have to grow up for my mother’s sake. It's just me and mother for now on, I don’t want to lose her. But I’m very happy today because I get to go on a field trip to Colombia for a week. I was extremely excited because my Grandma always told me there was beautiful fields of flowers and exotic plants. I really wanted to see it and hopefully I will.
“Eeeeeeh!” I excitedly screamed as I looked at myself in the big mirror.
“Are you okay Penny?!” My mom yelled in the kitchen.
“Oh I’m fine! Hehe,” I yelled back with happiness.
“Okay, make sure you pack Penny!” She reminded me.
I looked at my light brown backpack that was full of snacks, clothes, and random stuff that I probably didn’t need. And my orange luggage full of clothes like a tangerine coffin. It had red and yellow flowers designed on it.
“Okay I think I have everything,” I assured myself.
I putted my backpack on and checked myself in the mirror if I looked presentable. I tied my long white silky hair into two pigtails with pink flower pins as my hair was down in shoulder lengths. I looked at my emerald green eyes and my uniform that was white with a black collar and with a black skirt.
“Hmm...there’s something missing?” I questioned as I looked at my collar.
“Aha!” I enthusiastically said as I reached a plain orange bandanna and tied it around my collar into a bow.
“There we go,” I thought to myself as I putted on my high-knee orange and white stripe stocks and my brownish-tan shoes.
I got my luggage and went out of the room but then I saw my Grandma’s room across mine. The door was closed and rusty like an ancient door. But I wanted to go in. Just to see her room one more time before I go. I opened the creaky wood door and saw her bed. I started getting emotional. I went inside and looked through her pictures of her mom and dad, my mom and her. And pictures of me. That’s when tears fell down my face. We were smiling. We looked so happy. But I quickly wiped tears.
“Be happy Penny! Don’t be sad, she wouldn’t want that…” I told myself.
I started walking out but then saw something shiny on top of the dark closet. The sunlight had reflected and it was golden. Then it sparked me. I reached for the mysterious thing and realized it was the book Grandma read to me when I was 6 years old. My heart felt warm and I stuffed in my backpack. And went downstairs to eat breakfast like it never happen.
“Oooh! Blueberry waffles,” I happily claimed as I started to devour it like a hungry piglet.
“Hehe! Your favorite,” My mom told me as my mouth was stuffed.
I looked at the clock and saw it was almost time for the bus to come for the field trip.
“Oh! I have to go now, bye mom! I love you!” I nervously told her as she was giving me a mama bear hug not letting me go.
“Okay...just be careful hunny, be safe and call me every day okay!” She cried as I blushed.
“I will mom, I’ll miss you!” I shouted to her as I head out to the door.
Her green eyes were watery and her long brunette hair was being blown from the cool wind outside. I gave one last good look at my mom. Knowing that I was going to leave her. Knowing that she would be alone without me. Knowing she would be worried about me. I had warm feeling inside that was sad but she gave me a sweet smile telling me that she would be okay. I smiled with tears closing the door and ran to the bus stop and didn’t look back.
“Goodbye mom,” I thoughtfully said as the bus came.     
9:55 a.m.
I had putted my luggage in the back of the yellow colossus bus as everyone was. I was sitting alone inside the bus by the window. I noticed a lot of students from different schools were on the bus by their uniforms. I obviously stood out because I wasn’t wearing anything like theirs and I didn’t go to any of their schools. It was a bit awkward I felt like worm. But the bus was getting full of people like a carton of eggs.
“This is our last stop and we’re headed off to Columbia!” Shouted the bus lady.
A couple of people came on and sat but there was one more person who made it inside just in time before the door closed. I was staring at him. He was looking around if there were any seats. He looked at me and smiled.
“Do you mind if I can sit with you?” He poliently asked.
“Oh of course,” I calmly but timidly said as he sat by me.
I blushed. I hoped my face wasn’t noticeable. I felt weird but excited for some reason. He looked at me as I looked at him.
“Thanks for letting me sit here. There’s was literally no seat back there haha,” He cutely giggled as I stared at his blue eyes.
“Oh no worries! Hehe… I’m glad you sat by me,” I awkwardly proclaimed and kindly said.
“Me too,” He blushed.
He looked away. And I was staring at his curly brunette hair like owl. I was being kinda creepy but I couldn’t help it. Then I noticed that his white skin was red and I thought could he be blushing? Or probably was hot from outside? But then again it’s not that sunny outside. I internally turned into a tomato and he probably already knows it already.
“So what is your name? I should’ve asked first, ugh I was being rude...sorry,” He apologized.
“Oh no! It’s okay. My name is Penny, Penny Young,” I elegantly said as his eyes sparkled like a shiny lake.
“My name is Henry, Henry Bell,” He established.
“Henry...hehe,” I giggled as he got a little upset.
“Hey! What is so funny?!” He pouted like a puppy.
“Oh nothing, I just really like your name,” I proclaimed.
“Well at least my name isn’t a coin,” He sarcastically said as my mouth was open in shock.
“Excuse me!” I pouted like a baby dinosaur as a heavy breeze blew against us.
“Haha,” we laughed.
I turned to look at the window. I saw so many vibrant green trees like they were brocalies. It made me happy and a little hungry.
“So you like flowers don’t you?” He commented as I smiled.
“Yes, I do hehe...ever since when I was little I love the way flowers looked. All shapes, colours, and sizes. And all the different kinds of fresh smells. I love them...” I passionaly said as I touched my flower pins.
“Then you must be really excited for this trip. I heard there’s going to be a lot of exotic plants and flowers,” He instituted as my eyes shined.
“Ahhh! I know. I just can’t wait to be there,” I replied with a burst of excitement.
“But I’m getting pretty tired...ahhh,” I quietly yawned.
“Me too…” He agreed as he putted his head on my shoulder and slept.
“Hehe,” I blushed as I slept by him.
10:48 a.m.
I woke up looking at the bright sun like I was recharged from it. I felt like a sunflower that bloomed. Henry was still sleeping on me. He looked really funny but adorable sleeping. His eyelashes was so long and his lips was like a rose gold color. I never met someone like him. I’ve been homeschooled all my life. This felt new, felt unusual. It felt nice. He’s like my first true friend besides my pets that unfortunately died.
“I don’t deserve you, Henry…” I mumbled as I got a little emotional.
“WE’RE HERE EVERYONE!” The bus lady was yelling in the speaker as my ears were ringing like I’ve been to a metal concert.
“What?” Henry speaked as he woke up.
“Oh, we’re here,” I smiled as he looked at me.
“Yay! Let’s go Penny!” He excitedly said as he grabbed my hand.
“Wait get your stuff Henry!” I told him as he realized something missing.
“Oh yeah! Ugh...I’m still half-asleep,” He remembered as we were still holding hands like two doves.
We walked out of the bus and grabbed our luggage in the back of the bus. And saw so many flowers already on the grass. They were red, yellow, pink, purple, white, and blue. They looked so diverse and pigmented. I could cry. I was smelling the new fresh air of Columbia. It smelled like logs and pebbles drowned in waterfalls. I felt relaxed. Especially holding hands with Henry. I felt his warmth. I liked it.
“Hey you two! Stop be all close!” The bus lady shouted at us as we let go immediately.
“Lame!” Henry replied with an upset face as I smiled.
“Haha!” We looked at each other and laughed.
We then followed the bus lady to the area that we are going to stay for a week. There’s so many big green trees, bushes of flowers, and big white marshmallow clouds in the sky.
“Man, isn’t this place beautiful,” He complimented as he was looking at the aqua sky.
“It truly is…” I peacefully said.
“Huhah! Huhah!” He coughed tremendously.
“Henry, are you okay?!” I proclaimed as I was very worried.
“Yeah..it’s okay Penny, I’m fine. Just feeling a little sick I guess haha…” He unsurely said.
“Umm Ms. Bus-lady! Do you have any sick medication?” I asked her as she gave me a stern look.
“It’s Ms. Buttom to you miss! And No! You should’ve bring some yourself,” She rudely said as I got angry.
“Hey-“ I was interrupted.
“Penny, don’t worry. It’s okay,” He smiled at me as I knew he was lying.
“Okay but if I see a store, I will go and buy you medicine as soon as possible,” I told him as he smiled and coughed.
“Thank you Penny,” He kindly said as he poked my tiny red nose.
“Okay enough, chit chat! This is where we’re staying!” Ms. Buttom yelled as everyone looked up at a tall-tanish with hotel with vines around the the building and the windows.
“Woah!” Everyone astonishingly said.
It was like tropical forest hotel, something that was magical and unique. As we came closer to the hotel we noticed tiny flowers of orange and yellow around the building. It was truly magnificent.
“Huhah! Huhah!” Henry coughed again as I looked at me concerned.
We went inside and everything was spacious and bright. The light was an yellow-orange tint color making the room look golden. Ms. Buttom was checking us in and as usual she was yelling at the workers.
“Okay! Everyone, one room key for three people. Girls stay with girls and boys stay with boys. Got it!” She instructed as she left walking like a t-rex.  
Everyone suddenly got their room keys like it was the hunger games. I could see that everyone grouped up by three and left to their rooms. Even Henry had found a group. He waved at me and left. I looked around to see if anyone else was missing a person and saw these two girls taking the elevator by themselves.
“Wait!” I shouted as the elevator closed.
I quickly took the stairs and went up to see if I could still find them. They weren’t on the first floor but then I heard people talking in the second and went to it like I was bat. I finally made it and saw the two girls walking fast and laughing like they were hyenas. One girl had brunette hair and the other had blonde.
“Hey! Wait!” I shouted as I was running out of breath.
I was getting frustrated and angry. I wanted to cry. They were walking more farther and farther away from me like I was a disease. My legs was starting to get tired. I was sweating. I was piss.
“I said WAIT!” My voice echoed as I dashed up in the air like a bullet.
“Ahhhhh!!” I screamed like I had been shot out of a rocket.
I felt tremendous wind and air rushed through me. My hair was flying. My mouth was flappy like a bird. I suddenly stopped and fell at the end of the hall.
“Ow…” I spoke in a weird tone as my leg hurted.
“What the hell was that?” I wondered as I was in utter shock.
“Did I just flew? How?!” I wondered.
It felt like time had passed by fast like literally. I felt like a giant blew me across the map like I was paper-airplane. But the strange thing is that I could feel the wind. Like not physically but internally. It was like I had consumed it and I felt light like I was a feather. I looked at my hands and saw tiny yellow glitter fading away like they were stars.
“Woah…” I blurted out as I was mesmerized.
“What was that noise? Tiffany? It’s ruining my beauty sleep!” A girl proclaimed as she was outside of a room by me.
“What are you doing on floor? People like us are trying to sleep!” She told me as another girl came out.
“Who the hell is it Meghan?!” She angrily said as she scolded me.
“Umm… sorry, I was just-“ I was interrupted.
“Save it miss old lady hair! You are disrupting us with your presence-“ She was interrupted.
“Yeah! Miss sunflower go somewhere and plant a garden you sloth!” Meghan vindictively said as I got emotional.
“Meghan I was about to call her that! Hahaha!” They laughed like wicked sisters.
I got up as my clothes and hair was messy I looked at them with ferocious eyes.
“Hey I don’t like the way you're staring at me, Tiffany help!” She cried as I finally realized that they were the two girls I have been chasing the whole damn time.
“Wait are you here because you
don’t have a room? Hahaha, too bad sweetie. Your not welcome in here,” She Informed as my fist clenched.
“ established as they both blocked the door glaring at me.
“Haha...That’s fine. I would never live with two disgusting roaches that belongs in the garbage anyways. Too bad Earth can’t recycle trash like you two…” I calmly insulted them as I walked away.
“Uhhh! Excuse you!-” They cried as I barely heard them from a distance.
“Hehe,” I quietly giggled in joy.
“Now time to find my luggage,” I thought to myself as I started tracing my steps.
But would I even be tracing my steps when I literally flew across the hall to those piglets.
Which is still alarming to me. I finally found my precious luggage and kissed it. I then went down stairs to the lobby.
“I’m so over this hotel,” I declared to myself as I walked outside.
I looked around to see where I could go to stay because clearly I have no room. I went behind the tall hotel and saw a big green forest by valleys of flowers. I went to the alluring forest and set out a tent from my luggage in an area of tall dark oak trees and flowers everywhere. I knew I needed a tent for this special occasion. I was planning on camping for a few days here anyways. I went inside my medium-green tent and made it roomy. I brought out blankets and small pillows from my luggage. I couldn’t believe I fitted all these items inside my luggage. It really is a miracle. But after unpacking most of my stuff I got really tired and passed out on my comfy marshmallow pillows.
12:17 p.m.
“Hahhhh!” I loudly yawned.
“That was good nap,” I assured myself as my stomach growled like a dinosaur.
I got my lime-green backpack and opened it. As I was trying to find my snacks, I saw the golden book that I had forgotten I took with me. I reached for it and held it on my lap like it was a rabbit. But something was different as I touched the book it started to glow. It was bright like a star. Then my hands were glowing just like the time I was in the hotel.
“What…” I mumbled as I was aloof but beguiled.
I opened the shiny book and saw blanked pages. But then golden words started to appear one by one like it was a message.
“Once the maiden has discovered who she is, her divine powers will be unleashed. Only she will have the power to control the Spring,” I carefully read.
“Divine powers...the power to control the Spring? The Spring Maiden!” I realized.
This is just like the story Grandma told me when I was young. Could the story be true? I turned the page to see if I could find the story about the Spring Maiden but there was still empty pages. Then on one page, words appeared again saying,
“Only the kindest and purest heart can wield the maiden’s power. Once she has chosen her successor she will embrace the true nature of a maiden. The power to heal. The power to manipulate the wind and air. The power of the sun. Growth, nurture, and nature. YOU HAVE BEEN CHOSEN,” The book wrote in golden text.
“Power...that explains how I flew in the hallway. But how did I activate it?” I wondered.
“I am the Spring Maiden, just like the story Grandma told me… I’m her,” I told myself as turned the page.
“But be careful young maiden, your power has beauty but also death. The curse of the life and death. You need to control your powers in order to be balanced unless you will suffer tremendous pain,” I shockingly read as I was terrified of these powers.
“Shine on, Penny…” The book told me as the words started disappearing like gold dust.
I closed the book. The book stopped glowing and turned into a gray-goldish color like it’s life was taken away. My hands stopped glowing as well. I opened my tent and went out looking at the sun and sky like it was a new perspective. Everything was brighter than usual. I felt like my eyes had changed. I quickly got my phone out and looked at myself in the reflection of the screen and saw only green eyes.
“Whooh...I still have my eyes,” I assured myself as I was worried.
“So...I’m the Spring Maiden…” I proclaimed as I touched a pure white-daisy.
I could feel the energy from the daisy like it was breathing. I could feel it’s life force. It felted so warm. I liked it. I then felt the fresh wind blew through my hair and felt it flow through my blood. I closed my eyes and started to breathe in and out like I was eating the air.
“Hehe,” I laughed in joy.
Then suddenly I felt light. My foot was off the grass. My whole body went up like a balloon. I opened up eyes and I was floating. I could see all the beautiful flowers on the ground. I felt magical like I was a fairy.
“Ylf! Tsaf,” my voice echoed as I flew fast going up.
“Ahhhhh!” I screamed as I didn’t know what happened.
“What was that?! What did I say?” I asked myself as kept flying up to the clouds like a bullet.
“Think Penny! Think! Okay so I flew up quickly when I said those words that I don’t even know how I knew!! Umm...Stop! Uhhh..Slow down! Umm.. Stop Flying!!” I hopelessly yelled like I was talking to a dog.
“Dammit! Nothing is working!” I proclaimed in frustration.
I then closed my eyes and calmed myself down by breathing in and out like it did when I felt the daisy. And I thought of a word that I suddenly popped in my head.
“Ylf nwod!” I echoed as I flew down immediately like a missle.
“AHHHHHHHHH!!” I screamed for my life.
“I am not gonna die today! Ptsu on!” I commanded as I landed to the ground softly and delicately like a feather.
“Uhhhh! Oh grass, how I’ve ever loved you,” I sighed as I was happy laying on the green grass.
As I was laying, I was thinking heavily on what I said to activate my powers or my commands. They were like spells like I was a wizard or a witch. But I am a maiden, the Spring Maiden. The words spoke to me whenever I felt a deep emotion. I think my powers activates by my emotions. So I need to keep them in control at all times and the words. The words echoed inside my head and I spoke it like a third language. They are like divine words. The more I’d realized who I am, the more I unleashed my powers. I’m learning. I’m growing and this is just the beginning of my full potential. I know have more inside me that I can unlock, I mean the book did write what my powers were or supposed to be. Time to test them out. But I’m too tired as I slept in the grass like a ladybug.
2:34 p.m.
I woke up surrounded by white and brown rabies. Blue butterflies were flying around me and in the air like spaceships. I got up and petted a cute brown-rabbit. He looked at me with his boba eyes and his nose twitching. He felt so fluffy. I held my hand out and a blue butterfly flew on it looking at me like I was her mother.
“Hehe,” I giggled in happiness.
It was like all the animals were attracted to me. I felt loved but then I heard a loud boom! Screaming of animal’s voices. They were so loud, it hurted me.
“Ahhhh!” I yelled in pain as I was suffering.
The animals needed help. They were asking for help for me. I could hear their agony and I immediately got up and started running to the noises.
“Ylf!” I commanded as I flew up like a pterodactyl.
“There in pain…” I told myself as I started to cry.
“Bang! Bang!” Shouted gunshots from the distance in the forest.
Flock of birds were flying out of the trees like bats.
The screaming got louder and more horrific.
“Ylf! Tasff!” I echoed as I flew faster.
I flew above the tall dark-oak trees and saw four people with guns and a sniper. I dashed straight in for them as I saw deers and rabbits dead below me covered in blood.
“Nooooo!!” I screamed in tears as I was mortified of the cold death massacre.
“What the hell?! Who’s is that? How is she flying?!” The bloody killers questioned as I was hovering above them.
“How could you do this! Why?!” I cried in anger as they all were shocked in sight.
“Wait! Is that the old grandma hair girl? Ahahah! Tiffany it’s her,” Meghan announced as I realized it was them again.
“You guys don’t be scared of this miss flowerpuff girl, she’s not going to do shit! She didn't even do anything when we kicked her out of our room ahahah! You pathetic bitch!” She glared at me confidently as she spits.
“Shut..up…” I hesitantly said in anger.
“I’m sorry what was that? Oh and why the hell are you mad about these worthless animals dying? I mean they don’t matter, they’re just a waste life! That’s why we killed them, it was fun. It was like playing those hunting games on my phone hahaha!” She wickedly laughed as Tiffany and the other two boys were taking pictures of me and giggling.
Then the winds started to get heavy and made all the trees dance like a storm was coming. Oh and it was!
“Your act is unforgivable! You will suffer like they did! You will fall to your knees and beg for your life! Prepare to meet your fate!” My voice heavily echoed as I was glowing in golden light.
The bright sun was above me in sky shining at me with its grace and power.
“Father of the sun I ask you to shine your divine light to my will! Nus! Enishh!” I commanded as I pointed my golden finger to Meghan and Tiffany.
The sun beamed a shiny-bright orange light to them like a laser. It was fast as a lightning.
“AHHHHHHH!” They screamed in agony as they were burnt with ashes of smoke above them.
“I can’t see! Meghan I can’t see!!” Tiffany screamed as she was blind and having a seizure.
“Tiffany! Tiffany!!” Meghan cried for help as she held Tiffany.
My hands were covered in golden fire like the phoenix as Meghan death stared at me.
“What are you?! You fucking witch! You monster!” She screamed at me in madness.
“I am the Maiden! Surrender to my will!” I echoed as I burned her with fire.
My hands clenched in rage and power. I felt the heat of the flames. I felt the power of the mighty sun. I felt unstoppable. They both had disintegrated into dust and ashes. Now it was time for the two Humpty Dumpty boys to suffer. I closed my eyes and felt the ground. Feeling the vibration of their footsteps.
“Bump bump!” I heard rapidly from the north.  
“Ylf!” I flew up in the holy sky as the sun was shining me. I went to the north with immense speed and saw one of the boy. He had black hair and was pale as a egg.
“Isn’t it rude to run away from your death?” I asked him as I was hovering above him.
“Get the hell away from me! You witch!” He yelled at me as he ran through the bushes and trees.
“You didn’t think the animals you slaughter asked for you to go away from them? Didn't think so!” I told him as I clenched my fist together.
“Dnipro! Ekashh!” I casted as the ground shook like an earthquake. The ground then formed a huge boulder-hand grabbing the boy as I clenched my fist harder.
“AHHHHH!!” He screamed to his lungs as he was getting crushed.
Blood splatter and gushes everywhere making a mess. Then I sensed something coming to me. I dashed quickly and saw the other boy that was blonde with blue eyes shooting me with his black sniper.
“Die!!!” He screamed at me as he shot and aimed silver bullets at me like a machine gun.
The bullets were coming at with full force and speed like fireworks.
I putted my right hand out in the direction of the bullets.
“Swish!” The bullets immediately reversed from the mighty wind, aiming at the boy and shooting him to death as blood gushed out from his entire body.
There were so many tiny holes pierced through him it was very disturbing.
“Uhhhhh...uhhhh…” I breathed as I was out of breath and feeling very tired.
The sun was coming down. It was sunset. I then flew back to place where the poor animals died. I came down to them in a sad look as I frowned. I touched the dead dead and the brown rabbit praying for them in peace. I cried as tears flowed down my cheek.
“You didn’t deserve this..no of you did...I’m so sorry this happen to you…” I remorsefully said.
“Hmmph..hmmph…” I softly cried as I felt and heard hearts beating.
I suddenly felted energy and life force rising as I open my eyes. My hands and the air around me was bright green. All the dead and rabbits were alive. Hoping and moving around. Tiny-green lights were moving around to like they were fireflies, it looked so beautiful.
“What?!” I shockingly said in wonder of joy as the one of the brown rabbit and deer came close to me giving me affection and licked me.
“Haha! You guys!” I laughed happily as I petted them and the green light started to fade away.
“You guys go now, protect each other okay. I won’t be here forever to save you guys,” I told them as I smiled and they were all leaving one by one.
Then I noticed the spot where they died, flowers were grown and blossomed where they where. Which made me in shock and thought life and death. To bring a life back one has to sacrifice another life. It was balance.
“I brought the animals back to life..” I said to myself in thought.
“My powers is really something,” I assured myself as I flew up with low energy to my tent and went inside and slept like a log.
11:38 a.m. March 24, 2019
It was the next day. I slept the whole night. I was tremendously tired. I mean I did just killed four people and used immense power that I can’t even explain how I have them. It was like yesterday was a dream well a nightmare mostly. I hope I won’t have to do that again in the future.
“Uhhhh..” I sighed as I was still tired.
But then I thought about Henry and him being sick.
“Oh no! I never got any medicine from the store! I hope he’s okay,” I reminded myself as I got up and quickly changed into a yellow dress running to the hotel to check on him.
I went inside and saw everyone out in the lobby watching the tv. They were all watching the news and it was saying four-teenagers missing in a horrible storm three days ago in Columbia. Police and officials are still on the lookout for them. I then got chills I’m the back of my spine. I started to sweat. Then the news changed.
“Global weather patterns has been unusual lately with the sun heating up South America more than usual,” Stated the news as I looked down wondering if I had anything to do with it.
“This is my fault..” I mumbled as I was started to freak out until I heard a voice.
“Penny! Oh I’m glad your okay!” Proclaimed Henry as he hugged me tightly.
“Henry!” I replied in happiness like I have never seen him in a year.
“I thought you were missing too from the storm three days ago, I tried asking Ms. Buttom if I could go check on you in your room but she didn’t let me,” he frowned as I smiled.
“Aww that’s so sweet, thank you Henry,” I kindly said to him as I blushed really red.
“Enough about me, are you okay?! I’m sorry I didn’t come and check on you and I didn’t get you medicine,” I told hoping he would not be upset.
“Oh no! No, haha! Don’t worry Penny I’m fine now. My roommate thankfully had sick medicine and I took them, I’m fresh and clean like a baby,” He assured me as I laughed.
“Well I’m just glad, you’re okay…” I hugged as I felt his warm skin touching mine.
We then locked eyes being close together to our lips. He looked at me with intense charming eyes as I was already mesmerized by him. He came closer to me.
“Umm..well..haha! I’m glad your roommate saved you from the sickness of deathhh!” I told him in a zombie-silly voice.
“Haha!” He laughed then frowned in a depressing way.
“Hey what’s wrong Henry?” I asked him.
“It’s just that one of the people that are missing from the storm threw days ago was one my roommates,” He expressed as I was completely frozen in horror.
“I just hope he’s okay and that he comes back soon. We were planning on going to the beach this week,” He explained as my eyes started to get blurry and I felted like throwing up.
“But hey Penny! You should come with me to the… umm Penny are you okay?” He asked him as I covered my hand to mouth and ran to the women’s restroom.
“Penny!” He yelled at me worryingly as I throwed up like I was wasted.
After my mess-up I went to wash my face and went outside the restroom. There was a note on the ground with a pink flower on it.
“Meet me in room 207 -Henry,” I read as I picked up the note and went to his room feeling a little anxious.
I knocked on the door. It opened it.
“Penny come on in!” He joyfully said as I came inside.
His rooms was big there were three beds, a tv, a bathroom, a kitchen, and even a microwave.
“Oh how fancy,” I complimented his room as he smiled.
“Oh haha! This is like everyone’s room, you should know right?” He questioned me as I was speechless.
“Oh right…umm well I forgot to tell you this, I live in a tent outside of the hotel haha…” I awkwardly laughed.
“Wait what?! You’ve been living outside this whole time? Did your roommates not let you stay with them?” He curiously asked me.
“Actually it was my choice! Haha, yeah umm.. I rather camp outside anyways. I’m one with nature as you can say,” I absurdly said as Henry gave me an concerned look like I was crazy.
I sat down in one of the beds hoping it would be Henry.
“Oh haha...that’s the Freddy’s bed,” He laughed sadly as I got off quickly with chills.
“Come sit here,” He politely asked me as sat by him.
“Well I’m still going to find a store and buy you medicine no matter what, it’s a promise,” I established as he smiled.
“Thanks. Haha but to be honest I don’t even know how I got sick on the first day. Like I rarely eat sick and it’s mostly on cold days but it’s been quite hot this week. It’s just kinda unusual I got. Guess it wasn’t my lucky day,” He wondered as I was deeply intrigued.
“Wait when did you actually start feeling sick?” I asked.
“Umm..well, it started when I laid on you on the bus. When I woke up I really felt it but it more feeling like very tired than sick I guess. I don’t know how to describe I just didn’t felt good when we arrived,” He explained as I had just realized why he got sick.
Of course. Ever since he laid on me and I slept on him, I felted a warm feeling but like it was very warm like the sun. It felted good. But when I woke up I was extremely active and felt ready to go but Henry didn’t.
“Hmm…” I mumbled as I was piecing everything together until I got it.  
After when we got off the bus we were holding hands and I felt the same energy again but like it flowing to me like I was consuming his energy.
“Ha!” I gasped in tears.
“Hey, Penny what’s wrong? Why are you crying?” He asked me.
I made him sick. I was taking his life force. If I had seen him throughout the time I would’ve killed him. Tears ran down cheeks.
“I’m sorry…” I apologized quietly.
“What? Penny, it’s okay you don’t have to apologize,” He assured me as he held my hands.
“Noo! Don’t touch me!” I loudly demanded as face turned sad immediately and I pulled away getting off the bed.
“Umm…” I nervously said.
“Penny, did I do something wrong?” He questioned me as turned away from him.
“I’m sorry, I have to go,” I told him as I quickly left the room and the hotel running to my tent like a sad piggy.  
I was laying on my pillows crying and in sadness thinking about what I had done to precious Henry. And how much I hurted him just now.
“Ughh!” I yelled in frustration and anger.
So this was the other side of my powers as the Spring Maiden. The curse. I’m supposed to be the the protector of the animals, the guardian of nature and life but I have a curse. Which is telling me now that I need to be very careful about my powers. I can’t lose control no matter what. I destroy Columbia if I do.
“Whoooh…” I calmly breathed and slept.
2:47 p.m.
I took a long nap and woke up hearing voices and noises around me. I saw red and blue lights flashing my tent and heard police sirens and police officers voices all around me.
“She’s in there! I’ve seen that white hair witch flying in the air above my fields of flowers.” Said a voice.
“Yes, I’ve seen her too in the sky by the forest before the storm happened,” said a voice.
“She can really fly! I swear just go and get her!” Said a voice.
I could feel the ground moving. The vibrations of so many footsteps came closer to me every second. My heart was beating like I was about to die. I tried breathing in and out to calm myself but I wa freaking out. I was sweating. The footsteps were getting louder and louder!
“Ylf!” -
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Hi! My name is Penny Young. A few days ago, something very mystical happen to me. Something where I discovered who I was meant to be, my true purpose, my destiny. It all started in Columbia. This is the story of how I became the Spring Maiden.

*March 22, 2019 8:35 p.m. *

It is night time, the big milky moon was out with the tiny-shiny gems in the dark sky. I was in my bed, tucked in by my Grandmother, Nepali. She had long beautiful white silky hair and had bright blue eyes. She always tucked me every night like a baby piglet. She grabbed a golden book and started reading it.

“This is the story of “The Spring Maiden,” softly said my Grandma as she turns the page.

“The Spring Maiden…” I slowly said with warmth.

“Hehe…,” My grandma giggled with a smile.

“Once there was a young lady in a field of blooming flowers...She felt one with the flowers, feeling the breezy cool wind blowing her wavy hair like a tiny windmill,-“ interrupted by me.
“What’s a windmill Grandma?” I wondered.
“Oh little Penny, hmm… I’ll tell you when your older,” She claimed as she pinched my chubby cheeks.
“Okay,” I sighed with a frown.
“Now as the story continues, the young lady saw so many beautiful flowers she had ever seen. She wished she could live in the field forever...but she suddenly heard something moving by her. She went to the moving sounds that shook the flowers and saw a white rabbit bleeding with an arrow through its leg. She was in shock and fill with sadness. She saw the bunny struggling to live and move but it was started to move slowly every second. “No!” The lady faintly spoke as she pulls out the bloody arrow out of the rabbit and as tears begin to come down her eyes. “Live! Please don’t go!” She shouted with sadness as she hold the rabbit in her shaking arms. She felt the light weight of the rabbit and closed her eyes praying to someone that could help the poor rabbit. Then she felt warmth from the body of the white rabbit and opened her eyes seeing the rabbit moving. The rabbit then hopped off of her arms and disappeared into the field of flowers. The lady was happy and wiped her tears. But she suddenly noticed that her tears were golden and her hands was glowing like the sun had kissed them. The glowing light was fading away and she looked at the sun as it was getting windy and making all the blooming flowers dance. She heard a divine faint voice in head saying “You have been chosen...you are the Spring Maiden!” The sun shined a bright golden light to her and she walked away,” Told Grandma as I was fully mesmerized.
“Okay that’s all for now, time to for bed,” Ordered Grandma as she turned the lamp light off.
“Wait! No, I want to know more! What happen to her?!” I questioned curiously like a monkey.
“Hehe...I’ll tell you tomorrow, don’t worry little Penny,” She softly whispered as she kissed my forehead.
“Okay,” I yawned as I closed my eyes.
“Love you Grandma,” I affectionately said.
“Love you Penny…” She smiled as the lights turned off.
It was the next day. I woke up thinking about my grandma the whole night. I was dreaming about her but it was horrible dream. It was a nightmare. Tiny drops of tears ran down my face. My mother came inside my room and had a mourning face that made my heart beat. She came closer to me and said,
“Grandma has passed away…”
“Grand...ma…” I shockingly mumbled as I was in disbelief.
“I’m sorry...hmmph,” Cried my mom as she hugged me tightly.
I couldn’t move. I was frozen in sadness. I didn’t want to believe it. From that moment, I knew things weren’t going to be the same anymore. I felt pain. My heart hurted.
10 years later, March 23, 2029 8:45 a.m.
I just turned 16 years old. My birthday had just passed a few days ago but I didn’t really want to celebrate it because it was close to my grandma’s death. But I’m really glad to be 16 years old, I could drive and do more grown up things. I know being this age will be challenging but I felt already grown like a maple tree and I know have to grow up for my mother’s sake. It's just me and mother for now on, I don’t want to lose her. But I’m very happy today because I get to go on a field trip to Colombia for a week. I was extremely excited because my Grandma always told me there was beautiful fields of flowers and exotic plants. I really wanted to see it and hopefully I will.
“Eeeeeeh!” I excitedly screamed as I looked at myself in the big mirror.
“Are you okay Penny?!” My mom yelled in the kitchen.
“Oh I’m fine! Hehe,” I yelled back with happiness.
“Okay, make sure you pack Penny!” She reminded me.
I looked at my light brown backpack that was full of snacks, clothes, and random stuff that I probably didn’t need. And my orange luggage full of clothes like a tangerine coffin. It had red and yellow flowers designed on it.
“Okay I think I have everything,” I assured myself.
I putted my backpack on and checked myself in the mirror if I looked presentable. I tied my long white silky hair into two pigtails with pink flower pins as my hair was down in shoulder lengths. I looked at my emerald green eyes and my uniform that was white with a black collar and with a black skirt.
“Hmm...there’s something missing?” I questioned as I looked at my collar.
“Aha!” I enthusiastically said as I reached a plain orange bandanna and tied it around my collar into a bow.
“There we go,” I thought to myself as I putted on my high-knee orange and white stripe stocks and my brownish-tan shoes.
I got my luggage and went out of the room but then I saw my Grandma’s room across mine. The door was closed and rusty like an ancient door. But I wanted to go in. Just to see her room one more time before I go. I opened the creaky wood door and saw her bed. I started getting emotional. I went inside and looked through her pictures of her mom and dad, my mom and her. And pictures of me. That’s when tears fell down my face. We were smiling. We looked so happy. But I quickly wiped tears.
“Be happy Penny! Don’t be sad, she wouldn’t want that…” I told myself.
I started walking out but then saw something shiny on top of the dark closet. The sunlight had reflected and it was golden. Then it sparked me. I reached for the mysterious thing and realized it was the book Grandma read to me when I was 6 years old. My heart felt warm and I stuffed in my backpack. And went downstairs to eat breakfast like it never happen.
“Oooh! Blueberry waffles,” I happily claimed as I started to devour it like a hungry piglet.
“Hehe! Your favorite,” My mom told me as my mouth was stuffed.
I looked at the clock and saw it was almost time for the bus to come for the field trip.
“Oh! I have to go now, bye mom! I love you!” I nervously told her as she was giving me a mama bear hug not letting me go.
“Okay...just be careful hunny, be safe and call me every day okay!” She cried as I blushed.
“I will mom, I’ll miss you!” I shouted to her as I head out to the door.
Her green eyes were watery and her long brunette hair was being blown from the cool wind outside. I gave one last good look at my mom. Knowing that I was going to leave her. Knowing that she would be alone without me. Knowing she would be worried about me. I had warm feeling inside that was sad but she gave me a sweet smile telling me that she would be okay. I smiled with tears closing the door and ran to the bus stop and didn’t look back.
“Goodbye mom,” I thoughtfully said as the bus came.     
9:55 a.m.
I had putted my luggage in the back of the yellow colossus bus as everyone was. I was sitting alone inside the bus by the window. I noticed a lot of students from different schools were on the bus by their uniforms. I obviously stood out because I wasn’t wearing anything like theirs and I didn’t go to any of their schools. It was a bit awkward I felt like worm. But the bus was getting full of people like a carton of eggs.
“This is our last stop and we’re headed off to Columbia!” Shouted the bus lady.
A couple of people came on and sat but there was one more person who made it inside just in time before the door closed. I was staring at him. He was looking around if there were any seats. He looked at me and smiled.
“Do you mind if I can sit with you?” He poliently asked.
“Oh of course,” I calmly but timidly said as he sat by me.
I blushed. I hoped my face wasn’t noticeable. I felt weird but excited for some reason. He looked at me as I looked at him.
“Thanks for letting me sit here. There’s was literally no seat back there haha,” He cutely giggled as I stared at his blue eyes.
“Oh no worries! Hehe… I’m glad you sat by me,” I awkwardly proclaimed and kindly said.
“Me too,” He blushed.
He looked away. And I was staring at his curly brunette hair like owl. I was being kinda creepy but I couldn’t help it. Then I noticed that his white skin was red and I thought could he be blushing? Or probably was hot from outside? But then again it’s not that sunny outside. I internally turned into a tomato and he probably already knows it already.
“So what is your name? I should’ve asked first, ugh I was being rude...sorry,” He apologized.
“Oh no! It’s okay. My name is Penny, Penny Young,” I elegantly said as his eyes sparkled like a shiny lake.
“My name is Henry, Henry Bell,” He established.
“Henry...hehe,” I giggled as he got a little upset.
“Hey! What is so funny?!” He pouted like a puppy.
“Oh nothing, I just really like your name,” I proclaimed.
“Well at least my name isn’t a coin,” He sarcastically said as my mouth was open in shock.
“Excuse me!” I pouted like a baby dinosaur as a heavy breeze blew against us.
“Haha,” we laughed.
I turned to look at the window. I saw so many vibrant green trees like they were brocalies. It made me happy and a little hungry.
“So you like flowers don’t you?” He commented as I smiled.
“Yes, I do hehe...ever since when I was little I love the way flowers looked. All shapes, colours, and sizes. And all the different kinds of fresh smells. I love them...” I passionaly said as I touched my flower pins.
“Then you must be really excited for this trip. I heard there’s going to be a lot of exotic plants and flowers,” He instituted as my eyes shined.
“Ahhh! I know. I just can’t wait to be there,” I replied with a burst of excitement.
“But I’m getting pretty tired...ahhh,” I quietly yawned.
“Me too…” He agreed as he putted his head on my shoulder and slept.
“Hehe,” I blushed as I slept by him.
10:48 a.m.
I woke up looking at the bright sun like I was recharged from it. I felt like a sunflower that bloomed. Henry was still sleeping on me. He looked really funny but adorable sleeping. His eyelashes was so long and his lips was like a rose gold color. I never met someone like him. I’ve been homeschooled all my life. This felt new, felt unusual. It felt nice. He’s like my first true friend besides my pets that unfortunately died.
“I don’t deserve you, Henry…” I mumbled as I got a little emotional.
“WE’RE HERE EVERYONE!” The bus lady was yelling in the speaker as my ears were ringing like I’ve been to a metal concert.
“What?” Henry speaked as he woke up.
“Oh, we’re here,” I smiled as he looked at me.
“Yay! Let’s go Penny!” He excitedly said as he grabbed my hand.
“Wait get your stuff Henry!” I told him as he realized something missing.
“Oh yeah! Ugh...I’m still half-asleep,” He remembered as we were still holding hands like two doves.
We walked out of the bus and grabbed our luggage in the back of the bus. And saw so many flowers already on the grass. They were red, yellow, pink, purple, white, and blue. They looked so diverse and pigmented. I could cry. I was smelling the new fresh air of Columbia. It smelled like logs and pebbles drowned in waterfalls. I felt relaxed. Especially holding hands with Henry. I felt his warmth. I liked it.
“Hey you two! Stop be all close!” The bus lady shouted at us as we let go immediately.
“Lame!” Henry replied with an upset face as I smiled.
“Haha!” We looked at each other and laughed.
We then followed the bus lady to the area that we are going to stay for a week. There’s so many big green trees, bushes of flowers, and big white marshmallow clouds in the sky.
“Man, isn’t this place beautiful,” He complimented as he was looking at the aqua sky.
“It truly is…” I peacefully said.
“Huhah! Huhah!” He coughed tremendously.
“Henry, are you okay?!” I proclaimed as I was very worried.
“Yeah..it’s okay Penny, I’m fine. Just feeling a little sick I guess haha…” He unsurely said.
“Umm Ms. Bus-lady! Do you have any sick medication?” I asked her as she gave me a stern look.
“It’s Ms. Buttom to you miss! And No! You should’ve bring some yourself,” She rudely said as I got angry.
“Hey-“ I was interrupted.
“Penny, don’t worry. It’s okay,” He smiled at me as I knew he was lying.
“Okay but if I see a store, I will go and buy you medicine as soon as possible,” I told him as he smiled and coughed.
“Thank you Penny,” He kindly said as he poked my tiny red nose.
“Okay enough, chit chat! This is where we’re staying!” Ms. Buttom yelled as everyone looked up at a tall-tanish with hotel with vines around the the building and the windows.
“Woah!” Everyone astonishingly said.
It was like tropical forest hotel, something that was magical and unique. As we came closer to the hotel we noticed tiny flowers of orange and yellow around the building. It was truly magnificent.
“Huhah! Huhah!” Henry coughed again as I looked at me concerned.
We went inside and everything was spacious and bright. The light was an yellow-orange tint color making the room look golden. Ms. Buttom was checking us in and as usual she was yelling at the workers.
“Okay! Everyone, one room key for three people. Girls stay with girls and boys stay with boys. Got it!” She instructed as she left walking like a t-rex.  
Everyone suddenly got their room keys like it was the hunger games. I could see that everyone grouped up by three and left to their rooms. Even Henry had found a group. He waved at me and left. I looked around to see if anyone else was missing a person and saw these two girls taking the elevator by themselves.
“Wait!” I shouted as the elevator closed.
I quickly took the stairs and went up to see if I could still find them. They weren’t on the first floor but then I heard people talking in the second and went to it like I was bat. I finally made it and saw the two girls walking fast and laughing like they were hyenas. One girl had brunette hair and the other had blonde.
“Hey! Wait!” I shouted as I was running out of breath.
I was getting frustrated and angry. I wanted to cry. They were walking more farther and farther away from me like I was a disease. My legs was starting to get tired. I was sweating. I was piss.
“I said WAIT!” My voice echoed as I dashed up in the air like a bullet.
“Ahhhhh!!” I screamed like I had been shot out of a rocket.
I felt tremendous wind and air rushed through me. My hair was flying. My mouth was flappy like a bird. I suddenly stopped and fell at the end of the hall.
“Ow…” I spoke in a weird tone as my leg hurted.
“What the hell was that?” I wondered as I was in utter shock.
“Did I just flew? How?!” I wondered.
It felt like time had passed by fast like literally. I felt like a giant blew me across the map like I was paper-airplane. But the strange thing is that I could feel the wind. Like not physically but internally. It was like I had consumed it and I felt light like I was a feather. I looked at my hands and saw tiny yellow glitter fading away like they were stars.
“Woah…” I blurted out as I was mesmerized.
“What was that noise? Tiffany? It’s ruining my beauty sleep!” A girl proclaimed as she was outside of a room by me.
“What are you doing on floor? People like us are trying to sleep!” She told me as another girl came out.
“Who the hell is it Meghan?!” She angrily said as she scolded me.
“Umm… sorry, I was just-“ I was interrupted.
“Save it miss old lady hair! You are disrupting us with your presence-“ She was interrupted.
“Yeah! Miss sunflower go somewhere and plant a garden you sloth!” Meghan vindictively said as I got emotional.
“Meghan I was about to call her that! Hahaha!” They laughed like wicked sisters.
I got up as my clothes and hair was messy I looked at them with ferocious eyes.
“Hey I don’t like the way you're staring at me, Tiffany help!” She cried as I finally realized that they were the two girls I have been chasing the whole damn time.
“Wait are you here because you
don’t have a room? Hahaha, too bad sweetie. Your not welcome in here,” She Informed as my fist clenched.
“ established as they both blocked the door glaring at me.
“Haha...That’s fine. I would never live with two disgusting roaches that belongs in the garbage anyways. Too bad Earth can’t recycle trash like you two…” I calmly insulted them as I walked away.
“Uhhh! Excuse you!-” They cried as I barely heard them from a distance.
“Hehe,” I quietly giggled in joy.
“Now time to find my luggage,” I thought to myself as I started tracing my steps.
But would I even be tracing my steps when I literally flew across the hall to those piglets.
Which is still alarming to me. I finally found my precious luggage and kissed it. I then went down stairs to the lobby.
“I’m so over this hotel,” I declared to myself as I walked outside.
I looked around to see where I could go to stay because clearly I have no room. I went behind the tall hotel and saw a big green forest by valleys of flowers. I went to the alluring forest and set out a tent from my luggage in an area of tall dark oak trees and flowers everywhere. I knew I needed a tent for this special occasion. I was planning on camping for a few days here anyways. I went inside my medium-green tent and made it roomy. I brought out blankets and small pillows from my luggage. I couldn’t believe I fitted all these items inside my luggage. It really is a miracle. But after unpacking most of my stuff I got really tired and passed out on my comfy marshmallow pillows.
12:17 p.m.
“Hahhhh!” I loudly yawned.
“That was good nap,” I assured myself as my stomach growled like a dinosaur.
I got my lime-green backpack and opened it. As I was trying to find my snacks, I saw the golden book that I had forgotten I took with me. I reached for it and held it on my lap like it was a rabbit. But something was different as I touched the book it started to glow. It was bright like a star. Then my hands were glowing just like the time I was in the hotel.
“What…” I mumbled as I was aloof but beguiled.
I opened the shiny book and saw blanked pages. But then golden words started to appear one by one like it was a message.
“Once the maiden has discovered who she is, her divine powers will be unleashed. Only she will have the power to control the Spring,” I carefully read.
“Divine powers...the power to control the Spring? The Spring Maiden!” I realized.
This is just like the story Grandma told me when I was young. Could the story be true? I turned the page to see if I could find the story about the Spring Maiden but there was still empty pages. Then on one page, words appeared again saying,
“Only the kindest and purest heart can wield the maiden’s power. Once she has chosen her successor she will embrace the true nature of a maiden. The power to heal. The power to manipulate the wind and air. The power of the sun. Growth, nurture, and nature. YOU HAVE BEEN CHOSEN,” The book wrote in golden text.
“Power...that explains how I flew in the hallway. But how did I activate it?” I wondered.
“I am the Spring Maiden, just like the story Grandma told me… I’m her,” I told myself as turned the page.
“But be careful young maiden, your power has beauty but also death. The curse of the life and death. You need to control your powers in order to be balanced unless you will suffer tremendous pain,” I shockingly read as I was terrified of these powers.
“Shine on, Penny…” The book told me as the words started disappearing like gold dust.
I closed the book. The book stopped glowing and turned into a gray-goldish color like it’s life was taken away. My hands stopped glowing as well. I opened my tent and went out looking at the sun and sky like it was a new perspective. Everything was brighter than usual. I felt like my eyes had changed. I quickly got my phone out and looked at myself in the reflection of the screen and saw only green eyes.
“Whooh...I still have my eyes,” I assured myself as I was worried.
“So...I’m the Spring Maiden…” I proclaimed as I touched a pure white-daisy.
I could feel the energy from the daisy like it was breathing. I could feel it’s life force. It felted so warm. I liked it. I then felt the fresh wind blew through my hair and felt it flow through my blood. I closed my eyes and started to breathe in and out like I was eating the air.
“Hehe,” I laughed in joy.
Then suddenly I felt light. My foot was off the grass. My whole body went up like a balloon. I opened up eyes and I was floating. I could see all the beautiful flowers on the ground. I felt magical like I was a fairy.
“Ylf! Tsaf,” my voice echoed as I flew fast going up.
“Ahhhhh!” I screamed as I didn’t know what happened.
“What was that?! What did I say?” I asked myself as kept flying up to the clouds like a bullet.
“Think Penny! Think! Okay so I flew up quickly when I said those words that I don’t even know how I knew!! Umm...Stop! Uhhh..Slow down! Umm.. Stop Flying!!” I hopelessly yelled like I was talking to a dog.
“Dammit! Nothing is working!” I proclaimed in frustration.
I then closed my eyes and calmed myself down by breathing in and out like it did when I felt the daisy. And I thought of a word that I suddenly popped in my head.
“Ylf nwod!” I echoed as I flew down immediately like a missle.
“AHHHHHHHHH!!” I screamed for my life.
“I am not gonna die today! Ptsu on!” I commanded as I landed to the ground softly and delicately like a feather.
“Uhhhh! Oh grass, how I’ve ever loved you,” I sighed as I was happy laying on the green grass.
As I was laying, I was thinking heavily on what I said to activate my powers or my commands. They were like spells like I was a wizard or a witch. But I am a maiden, the Spring Maiden. The words spoke to me whenever I felt a deep emotion. I think my powers activates by my emotions. So I need to keep them in control at all times and the words. The words echoed inside my head and I spoke it like a third language. They are like divine words. The more I’d realized who I am, the more I unleashed my powers. I’m learning. I’m growing and this is just the beginning of my full potential. I know have more inside me that I can unlock, I mean the book did write what my powers were or supposed to be. Time to test them out. But I’m too tired as I slept in the grass like a ladybug.
2:34 p.m.
I woke up surrounded by white and brown rabies. Blue butterflies were flying around me and in the air like spaceships. I got up and petted a cute brown-rabbit. He looked at me with his boba eyes and his nose twitching. He felt so fluffy. I held my hand out and a blue butterfly flew on it looking at me like I was her mother.
“Hehe,” I giggled in happiness.
It was like all the animals were attracted to me. I felt loved but then I heard a loud boom! Screaming of animal’s voices. They were so loud, it hurted me.
“Ahhhh!” I yelled in pain as I was suffering.
The animals needed help. They were asking for help for me. I could hear their agony and I immediately got up and started running to the noises.
“Ylf!” I commanded as I flew up like a pterodactyl.
“There in pain…” I told myself as I started to cry.
“Bang! Bang!” Shouted gunshots from the distance in the forest.
Flock of birds were flying out of the trees like bats.
The screaming got louder and more horrific.
“Ylf! Tasff!” I echoed as I flew faster.
I flew above the tall dark-oak trees and saw four people with guns and a sniper. I dashed straight in for them as I saw deers and rabbits dead below me covered in blood.
“Nooooo!!” I screamed in tears as I was mortified of the cold death massacre.
“What the hell?! Who’s is that? How is she flying?!” The bloody killers questioned as I was hovering above them.
“How could you do this! Why?!” I cried in anger as they all were shocked in sight.
“Wait! Is that the old grandma hair girl? Ahahah! Tiffany it’s her,” Meghan announced as I realized it was them again.
“You guys don’t be scared of this miss flowerpuff girl, she’s not going to do shit! She didn't even do anything when we kicked her out of our room ahahah! You pathetic bitch!” She glared at me confidently as she spits.
“Shut..up…” I hesitantly said in anger.
“I’m sorry what was that? Oh and why the hell are you mad about these worthless animals dying? I mean they don’t matter, they’re just a waste life! That’s why we killed them, it was fun. It was like playing those hunting games on my phone hahaha!” She wickedly laughed as Tiffany and the other two boys were taking pictures of me and giggling.
Then the winds started to get heavy and made all the trees dance like a storm was coming. Oh and it was!
“Your act is unforgivable! You will suffer like they did! You will fall to your knees and beg for your life! Prepare to meet your fate!” My voice heavily echoed as I was glowing in golden light.
The bright sun was above me in sky shining at me with its grace and power.
“Father of the sun I ask you to shine your divine light to my will! Nus! Enishh!” I commanded as I pointed my golden finger to Meghan and Tiffany.
The sun beamed a shiny-bright orange light to them like a laser. It was fast as a lightning.
“AHHHHHHH!” They screamed in agony as they were burnt with ashes of smoke above them.
“I can’t see! Meghan I can’t see!!” Tiffany screamed as she was blind and having a seizure.
“Tiffany! Tiffany!!” Meghan cried for help as she held Tiffany.
My hands were covered in golden fire like the phoenix as Meghan death stared at me.
“What are you?! You fucking witch! You monster!” She screamed at me in madness.
“I am the Maiden! Surrender to my will!” I echoed as I burned her with fire.
My hands clenched in rage and power. I felt the heat of the flames. I felt the power of the mighty sun. I felt unstoppable. They both had disintegrated into dust and ashes. Now it was time for the two Humpty Dumpty boys to suffer. I closed my eyes and felt the ground. Feeling the vibration of their footsteps.
“Bump bump!” I heard rapidly from the north.  
“Ylf!” I flew up in the holy sky as the sun was shining me. I went to the north with immense speed and saw one of the boy. He had black hair and was pale as a egg.
“Isn’t it rude to run away from your death?” I asked him as I was hovering above him.
“Get the hell away from me! You witch!” He yelled at me as he ran through the bushes and trees.
“You didn’t think the animals you slaughter asked for you to go away from them? Didn't think so!” I told him as I clenched my fist together.
“Dnipro! Ekashh!” I casted as the ground shook like an earthquake. The ground then formed a huge boulder-hand grabbing the boy as I clenched my fist harder.
“AHHHHH!!” He screamed to his lungs as he was getting crushed.
Blood splatter and gushes everywhere making a mess. Then I sensed something coming to me. I dashed quickly and saw the other boy that was blonde with blue eyes shooting me with his black sniper.
“Die!!!” He screamed at me as he shot and aimed silver bullets at me like a machine gun.
The bullets were coming at with full force and speed like fireworks.
I putted my right hand out in the direction of the bullets.
“Swish!” The bullets immediately reversed from the mighty wind, aiming at the boy and shooting him to death as blood gushed out from his entire body.
There were so many tiny holes pierced through him it was very disturbing.
“Uhhhhh...uhhhh…” I breathed as I was out of breath and feeling very tired.
The sun was coming down. It was sunset. I then flew back to place where the poor animals died. I came down to them in a sad look as I frowned. I touched the dead dead and the brown rabbit praying for them in peace. I cried as tears flowed down my cheek.
“You didn’t deserve this..no of you did...I’m so sorry this happen to you…” I remorsefully said.
“Hmmph..hmmph…” I softly cried as I felt and heard hearts beating.
I suddenly felted energy and life force rising as I open my eyes. My hands and the air around me was bright green. All the dead and rabbits were alive. Hoping and moving around. Tiny-green lights were moving around to like they were fireflies, it looked so beautiful.
“What?!” I shockingly said in wonder of joy as the one of the brown rabbit and deer came close to me giving me affection and licked me.
“Haha! You guys!” I laughed happily as I petted them and the green light started to fade away.
“You guys go now, protect each other okay. I won’t be here forever to save you guys,” I told them as I smiled and they were all leaving one by one.
Then I noticed the spot where they died, flowers were grown and blossomed where they where. Which made me in shock and thought life and death. To bring a life back one has to sacrifice another life. It was balance.
“I brought the animals back to life..” I said to myself in thought.
“My powers is really something,” I assured myself as I flew up with low energy to my tent and went inside and slept like a log.
11:38 a.m. March 24, 2019
It was the next day. I slept the whole night. I was tremendously tired. I mean I did just killed four people and used immense power that I can’t even explain how I have them. It was like yesterday was a dream well a nightmare mostly. I hope I won’t have to do that again in the future.
“Uhhhh..” I sighed as I was still tired.
But then I thought about Henry and him being sick.
“Oh no! I never got any medicine from the store! I hope he’s okay,” I reminded myself as I got up and quickly changed into a yellow dress running to the hotel to check on him.
I went inside and saw everyone out in the lobby watching the tv. They were all watching the news and it was saying four-teenagers missing in a horrible storm three days ago in Columbia. Police and officials are still on the lookout for them. I then got chills I’m the back of my spine. I started to sweat. Then the news changed.
“Global weather patterns has been unusual lately with the sun heating up South America more than usual,” Stated the news as I looked down wondering if I had anything to do with it.
“This is my fault..” I mumbled as I was started to freak out until I heard a voice.
“Penny! Oh I’m glad your okay!” Proclaimed Henry as he hugged me tightly.
“Henry!” I replied in happiness like I have never seen him in a year.
“I thought you were missing too from the storm three days ago, I tried asking Ms. Buttom if I could go check on you in your room but she didn’t let me,” he frowned as I smiled.
“Aww that’s so sweet, thank you Henry,” I kindly said to him as I blushed really red.
“Enough about me, are you okay?! I’m sorry I didn’t come and check on you and I didn’t get you medicine,” I told hoping he would not be upset.
“Oh no! No, haha! Don’t worry Penny I’m fine now. My roommate thankfully had sick medicine and I took them, I’m fresh and clean like a baby,” He assured me as I laughed.
“Well I’m just glad, you’re okay…” I hugged as I felt his warm skin touching mine.
We then locked eyes being close together to our lips. He looked at me with intense charming eyes as I was already mesmerized by him. He came closer to me.
“Umm..well..haha! I’m glad your roommate saved you from the sickness of deathhh!” I told him in a zombie-silly voice.
“Haha!” He laughed then frowned in a depressing way.
“Hey what’s wrong Henry?” I asked him.
“It’s just that one of the people that are missing from the storm threw days ago was one my roommates,” He expressed as I was completely frozen in horror.
“I just hope he’s okay and that he comes back soon. We were planning on going to the beach this week,” He explained as my eyes started to get blurry and I felted like throwing up.
“But hey Penny! You should come with me to the… umm Penny are you okay?” He asked him as I covered my hand to mouth and ran to the women’s restroom.
“Penny!” He yelled at me worryingly as I throwed up like I was wasted.
After my mess-up I went to wash my face and went outside the restroom. There was a note on the ground with a pink flower on it.
“Meet me in room 207 -Henry,” I read as I picked up the note and went to his room feeling a little anxious.
I knocked on the door. It opened it.
“Penny come on in!” He joyfully said as I came inside.
His rooms was big there were three beds, a tv, a bathroom, a kitchen, and even a microwave.
“Oh how fancy,” I complimented his room as he smiled.
“Oh haha! This is like everyone’s room, you should know right?” He questioned me as I was speechless.
“Oh right…umm well I forgot to tell you this, I live in a tent outside of the hotel haha…” I awkwardly laughed.
“Wait what?! You’ve been living outside this whole time? Did your roommates not let you stay with them?” He curiously asked me.
“Actually it was my choice! Haha, yeah umm.. I rather camp outside anyways. I’m one with nature as you can say,” I absurdly said as Henry gave me an concerned look like I was crazy.
I sat down in one of the beds hoping it would be Henry.
“Oh haha...that’s the Freddy’s bed,” He laughed sadly as I got off quickly with chills.
“Come sit here,” He politely asked me as sat by him.
“Well I’m still going to find a store and buy you medicine no matter what, it’s a promise,” I established as he smiled.
“Thanks. Haha but to be honest I don’t even know how I got sick on the first day. Like I rarely eat sick and it’s mostly on cold days but it’s been quite hot this week. It’s just kinda unusual I got. Guess it wasn’t my lucky day,” He wondered as I was deeply intrigued.
“Wait when did you actually start feeling sick?” I asked.
“Umm..well, it started when I laid on you on the bus. When I woke up I really felt it but it more feeling like very tired than sick I guess. I don’t know how to describe I just didn’t felt good when we arrived,” He explained as I had just realized why he got sick.
Of course. Ever since he laid on me and I slept on him, I felted a warm feeling but like it was very warm like the sun. It felted good. But when I woke up I was extremely active and felt ready to go but Henry didn’t.
“Hmm…” I mumbled as I was piecing everything together until I got it.  
After when we got off the bus we were holding hands and I felt the same energy again but like it flowing to me like I was consuming his energy.
“Ha!” I gasped in tears.
“Hey, Penny what’s wrong? Why are you crying?” He asked me.
I made him sick. I was taking his life force. If I had seen him throughout the time I would’ve killed him. Tears ran down cheeks.
“I’m sorry…” I apologized quietly.
“What? Penny, it’s okay you don’t have to apologize,” He assured me as he held my hands.
“Noo! Don’t touch me!” I loudly demanded as face turned sad immediately and I pulled away getting off the bed.
“Umm…” I nervously said.
“Penny, did I do something wrong?” He questioned me as turned away from him.
“I’m sorry, I have to go,” I told him as I quickly left the room and the hotel running to my tent like a sad piggy.  
I was laying on my pillows crying and in sadness thinking about what I had done to precious Henry. And how much I hurted him just now.
“Ughh!” I yelled in frustration and anger.
So this was the other side of my powers as the Spring Maiden. The curse. I’m supposed to be the the protector of the animals, the guardian of nature and life but I have a curse. Which is telling me now that I need to be very careful about my powers. I can’t lose control no matter what. I destroy Columbia if I do.
“Whoooh…” I calmly breathed and slept.
2:47 p.m.
I took a long nap and woke up hearing voices and noises around me. I saw red and blue lights flashing my tent and heard police sirens and police officers voices all around me.
“She’s in there! I’ve seen that white hair witch flying in the air above my fields of flowers.” Said a voice.
“Yes, I’ve seen her too in the sky by the forest before the storm happened,” said a voice.
“She can really fly! I swear just go and get her!” Said a voice.
I could feel the ground moving. The vibrations of so many footsteps came closer to me every second. My heart was beating like I was about to die. I tried breathing in and out to calm myself but I wa freaking out. I was sweating. The footsteps were getting louder and louder!
“Ylf!” -
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## Booker T. Washington

**Student Council:**

We have a whole new student council. Unfortunately, there are serious problems with this year's election. There was only ***one*** position which was contested between two candidates. In other words, we gave ourselves no choices when it came to 80% of the Executive Board. Next year, you should run!

**Spring Spirit Week:**

Dress up every day:

| Day       | Dresswear    |
| ---       | ---          |
| Wednesday | Pajama Day   |
| Thursday  | Throwback    |
| Friday    | Fancy/Formal |


## News

### International & National

[Russia is cementing their hold on the Internet - The Wall Street Journal](https://wsj.com/articles/kremlin-clamps-down-on-internet-11554213601)

[The Turkish Elections & President Erdogan - The New York Times](https://nytimes.com/2019/04/02/opinion/turkey-erdogan-election-defeat.html?emc=rss&partner=rss)

[Boeing: How they are fixing their 737 MAX - Reuters](https://reuters.com/article/us-ethiopia-airplane-faa/boeing-to-submit-737-max-software-upgrade-in-the-coming-weeks-idUSKCN1RD36L?feedName=topNews&feedType=RSS)

[India just tested a weapon on a satellite in space: What could go wrong? - The BBC](https://bbc.com/news/world-asia-india-47783137)

[How Egypt's President might just stay in power - The New York Times](https://nytimes.com/2019/04/01/opinion/egypt-sisi-trump.html?emc=rss&partner=rss)

[President Trump closing the Southern border would mean problems for your avocado addiction - The New York Times](https://nytimes.com/2019/04/01/us/politics/trump-border-closing-economy.html?emc=rss&partner=rss)

### Interesting
[How you can stop using your phone so much](https://nytimes.com/2019/04/01/smarter-living/how-to-make-your-phone-limit-your-screen-time-for-you.html?emc=rss&partner=rss)

[Stop asking kids what they want to be when they grow up](https://nytimes.com/2019/04/01/smarter-living/stop-asking-kids-what-they-want-to-be-when-they-grow-up.html?emc=rss&partner=rss)

[A California court is already trying to reduce the privacy protections of a recent law](https://eff.org/deeplinks/2019/04/faulty-ruling-threatens-gut-groundbreaking-privacy-statute-calecpa-must-be)

[A lot of the prices you pay for products online are determined by... computers](https://www.npr.org/sections/money/2019/04/02/708876202/when-computers-collude?utm_medium=RSS&utm_campaign=storiesfromnpr)

[The latest about drug-resistant diseases](https://www.npr.org/sections/health-shots/2019/04/02/707842736/enter-title?utm_medium=RSS&utm_campaign=storiesfromnpr)

## Creative Writing
[A wonderful piece in The New Yorker: Before the Internet](https://newyorker.com/magazine/2017/06/26/before-the-internet)

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## Booker T. Washington

**Student Council:**

We have a whole new student council. Unfortunately, there are serious problems with this year's election. There was only ***one*** position which was contested between two candidates. In other words, we gave ourselves no choices when it came to 80% of the Executive Board. Next year, you should run!

**Spring Spirit Week:**

Dress up every day:

| Day       | Dresswear    |
| ---       | ---          |
| Wednesday | Pajama Day   |
| Thursday  | Throwback    |
| Friday    | Fancy/Formal |


## News

### International & National

[Russia is cementing their hold on the Internet - The Wall Street Journal](https://wsj.com/articles/kremlin-clamps-down-on-internet-11554213601)

[The Turkish Elections & President Erdogan - The New York Times](https://nytimes.com/2019/04/02/opinion/turkey-erdogan-election-defeat.html?emc=rss&partner=rss)

[Boeing: How they are fixing their 737 MAX - Reuters](https://reuters.com/article/us-ethiopia-airplane-faa/boeing-to-submit-737-max-software-upgrade-in-the-coming-weeks-idUSKCN1RD36L?feedName=topNews&feedType=RSS)

[India just tested a weapon on a satellite in space: What could go wrong? - The BBC](https://bbc.com/news/world-asia-india-47783137)

[How Egypt's President might just stay in power - The New York Times](https://nytimes.com/2019/04/01/opinion/egypt-sisi-trump.html?emc=rss&partner=rss)

[President Trump closing the Southern border would mean problems for your avocado addiction - The New York Times](https://nytimes.com/2019/04/01/us/politics/trump-border-closing-economy.html?emc=rss&partner=rss)

### Interesting
[How you can stop using your phone so much](https://nytimes.com/2019/04/01/smarter-living/how-to-make-your-phone-limit-your-screen-time-for-you.html?emc=rss&partner=rss)

[Stop asking kids what they want to be when they grow up](https://nytimes.com/2019/04/01/smarter-living/stop-asking-kids-what-they-want-to-be-when-they-grow-up.html?emc=rss&partner=rss)

[A California court is already trying to reduce the privacy protections of a recent law](https://eff.org/deeplinks/2019/04/faulty-ruling-threatens-gut-groundbreaking-privacy-statute-calecpa-must-be)

[A lot of the prices you pay for products online are determined by... computers](https://www.npr.org/sections/money/2019/04/02/708876202/when-computers-collude?utm_medium=RSS&utm_campaign=storiesfromnpr)

[The latest about drug-resistant diseases](https://www.npr.org/sections/health-shots/2019/04/02/707842736/enter-title?utm_medium=RSS&utm_campaign=storiesfromnpr)

## Creative Writing
[A wonderful piece in The New Yorker: Before the Internet](https://newyorker.com/magazine/2017/06/26/before-the-internet)

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## Booker T. Washington
**Free Speech**

I will be linking this [document](https://newamericadotorg.s3.amazonaws.com/documents/First_Amendment_Principles_2019-FINAL_Interactive_O0JA9oV.pdf) because it is **so** important. Free speech is the fundamental tenet of our society.

This topic was recently brought up to me because of a report of censorship within a classroom at our own school. A reminder to teachers, staff, and administration: a student is not stripped of their rights the moment they step onto school grounds. You **must** afford students the right to express themselves, even if you disagree.

## News

A little something more local. This article describes an environmental fight over using water from the Kiamichi River to supply Oklahoma City. My opinion? Not a good idea. [Your weekly Oklahoma news - Tulsa World](https://www.tulsaworld.com/news/state-and-regional/group-cites-endangered-species-act-lapses-in-suit-against-kiamichi/article_1bdaf801-87ee-5b04-bfe3-10d8036c8120.html)

The government has released its financial report for fiscal year 2018. It might be a bit of a bore, but this funding is a clear representation of what we value here in the United States. Do the proportions of our spending look correct to you? Also in the news: budget fights are already starting up in Congress. I'll let you look that one up yourself. [See information here - The Treasury Department](http://fiscal.treasury.gov/reports-statements/financial-report/current-report.html)

### International & National

What's happening in Africa??? This article is possibly the best (intro) explainer for the current crises in Libya, Algeria, and Sudan. [Freedom is the universal desire of all - The New York Times](https://www.nytimes.com/2019/04/08/world/africa/arab-spring-north-africa-protesters.html?partner=rss&emc=rss)

Hong Kong activists have been convicted for their civil disobedience and free speech. There are seemingly endless reminders of how China is becoming a technological dystopia. [Read and cry - Reuters](http://feeds.reuters.com/~r/Reuters/worldNews/~3/yoUAYPR8ZUo/hong-kong-protest-leaders-vow-to-continue-democracy-fight-ahead-of-verdict-idUSKCN1RL04V)

### Interesting

With all the recent news about environmental problems, the Green New Deal, and more, it is vital that we explore all options for how to save the world. Did you know that if the United States had continued the rate of nuclear plant creation that we once had, we would already be able to provide **all** of the USA's energy carbon-free? The concerns of the few are limiting the life of the world. And by the way, the Green New Deal does not use nuclear energy at all. [Learn more - The New York Times](https://www.nytimes.com/2019/04/06/opinion/sunday/climate-change-nuclear-power.html?partner=rss&emc=rss#commentsContainer)

Doctor Problems: There is a scary shortage of doctors qualified to deal with infectious diseases. From what I've read, and it's mentioned in this article, the problem has its roots in finances. These doctors, important as they are, are paid less than almost any other doctor. This problem lies in the way our health system is set up (insurance, payments, prices, etc.). [Give it a read - The New York Times](https://www.nytimes.com/2019/04/09/opinion/doctors-drug-resistant-infections.html?partner=rss&emc=rss)



## Creative Writing

**A Personal Haiku**

Why am I sleeping?

When I could work constantly?

I can't really think.

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*Photo by Andrea Reiman on Unsplash.*

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## Booker T. Washington
**Free Speech**

I will be linking this [document](https://newamericadotorg.s3.amazonaws.com/documents/First_Amendment_Principles_2019-FINAL_Interactive_O0JA9oV.pdf) because it is **so** important. Free speech is the fundamental tenet of our society.

This topic was recently brought up to me because of a report of censorship within a classroom at our own school. A reminder to teachers, staff, and administration: a student is not stripped of their rights the moment they step onto school grounds. You **must** afford students the right to express themselves, even if you disagree.

## News

A little something more local. This article describes an environmental fight over using water from the Kiamichi River to supply Oklahoma City. My opinion? Not a good idea. [Your weekly Oklahoma news - Tulsa World](https://www.tulsaworld.com/news/state-and-regional/group-cites-endangered-species-act-lapses-in-suit-against-kiamichi/article_1bdaf801-87ee-5b04-bfe3-10d8036c8120.html)

The government has released its financial report for fiscal year 2018. It might be a bit of a bore, but this funding is a clear representation of what we value here in the United States. Do the proportions of our spending look correct to you? Also in the news: budget fights are already starting up in Congress. I'll let you look that one up yourself. [See information here - The Treasury Department](http://fiscal.treasury.gov/reports-statements/financial-report/current-report.html)

### International & National

What's happening in Africa??? This article is possibly the best (intro) explainer for the current crises in Libya, Algeria, and Sudan. [Freedom is the universal desire of all - The New York Times](https://www.nytimes.com/2019/04/08/world/africa/arab-spring-north-africa-protesters.html?partner=rss&emc=rss)

Hong Kong activists have been convicted for their civil disobedience and free speech. There are seemingly endless reminders of how China is becoming a technological dystopia. [Read and cry - Reuters](http://feeds.reuters.com/~r/Reuters/worldNews/~3/yoUAYPR8ZUo/hong-kong-protest-leaders-vow-to-continue-democracy-fight-ahead-of-verdict-idUSKCN1RL04V)

### Interesting

With all the recent news about environmental problems, the Green New Deal, and more, it is vital that we explore all options for how to save the world. Did you know that if the United States had continued the rate of nuclear plant creation that we once had, we would already be able to provide **all** of the USA's energy carbon-free? The concerns of the few are limiting the life of the world. And by the way, the Green New Deal does not use nuclear energy at all. [Learn more - The New York Times](https://www.nytimes.com/2019/04/06/opinion/sunday/climate-change-nuclear-power.html?partner=rss&emc=rss#commentsContainer)

Doctor Problems: There is a scary shortage of doctors qualified to deal with infectious diseases. From what I've read, and it's mentioned in this article, the problem has its roots in finances. These doctors, important as they are, are paid less than almost any other doctor. This problem lies in the way our health system is set up (insurance, payments, prices, etc.). [Give it a read - The New York Times](https://www.nytimes.com/2019/04/09/opinion/doctors-drug-resistant-infections.html?partner=rss&emc=rss)



## Creative Writing

**A Personal Haiku**

Why am I sleeping?

When I could work constantly?

I can't really think.

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*This week's photo: A blue hummingbird in honour of Spring's arrival.*

*Photo by Andrea Reiman on Unsplash.*

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Spooky Skeletons

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Candy Corn

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Ghouls

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Ghosts

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Pennywise

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Silence

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Darkness

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Creeping cold

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Eerie laugh

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Soft patter of shoes

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Chains scraping

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**“I’m coming for you.”**

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Spooky Skeletons

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Candy Corn

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Darkness

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Creeping cold

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Eerie laugh

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Soft patter of shoes

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Chains scraping

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Giggling

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A face emerging

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**“I’m coming for you.”**

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author: Blair Sample
date: 2019-09-19
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Antoinette Baking Company

Antoinette Baking Company is a charming bakery and coffee shop located in the Tulsa Arts District, Downtown, on Main St. They have a vast menu that includes an impressive selection of vegan and gluten-free items. I ordered a Vegan Faux-re-o and a cappuccino with almond milk. The Vegan Faux-re-o was rich, and I almost questioned if it was really vegan. The cappuccino was creamy and a great energizer after a long day. The customer service was outstanding. The barista was super sweet and asked me questions to make sure she made my cappuccino just the way I like it. Overall, Antoinette Baking Company had a warm and friendly environment with delicious food and drinks.

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Antoinette Baking Company

Antoinette Baking Company is a charming bakery and coffee shop located in the Tulsa Arts District, Downtown, on Main St. They have a vast menu that includes an impressive selection of vegan and gluten-free items. I ordered a Vegan Faux-re-o and a cappuccino with almond milk. The Vegan Faux-re-o was rich, and I almost questioned if it was really vegan. The cappuccino was creamy and a great energizer after a long day. The customer service was outstanding. The barista was super sweet and asked me questions to make sure she made my cappuccino just the way I like it. Overall, Antoinette Baking Company had a warm and friendly environment with delicious food and drinks.

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*Note: the accompanying photo is not from Antoinette Baking Company. It is a stock photo.*

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September 20, 2019. Seem like a familiar date? Well, you’re not crazy. Everyone and their mom knows about the Area 51 Raid. If for some reason you haven’t heard, here's the rundown:

First of all, what is Area 51?

The U.S. Government has stated that Area 51, officially named Homey Airport, is a highly classified United States Air Force facility. It is located in Southern Nevada, 83 miles northwest of Las Vegas. Based on historical evidence and context, it is likely a facility that develops and tests experimental aircraft and weapons. However, we don't have to believe that. Due to the large amount of secrecy around Area 51 and the government's initial denial of its existence, countless conspiracy theories have surfaced over the years revolving around involving Area 51. These include but are not limited to:

1. The storage and examination of crashed alien aircraft and development of aircraft based on alien technology,
2. Top secret meetings with extraterrestrial leaders,
3. The imprisonment of extraterrestrials,
4. Development of exotic energy weapons,
5. Development of technology that controls weather, and
6. Development of teleportation and time travel.

Many of these theories include extraterrestrials and their technology. This was the platform for the Area 51 Raid to take form. Now it all started as a joke, obviously. If we trace it back, we end up at a Facebook page called “Sh--posting cause im in shambles” which is also under the category of  “religious organization”. Under the events tab we find The Alienstock Movement taking place September 19, and the famous Storm Area 51,They Can’t Stop All of Us taking place September 20th. What started as a joke has now racked up over 2 million people that have signed up for the event. The creator of the event has even come out and said it is all a joke and advised people to not actually raid Area 51. This happened after the Air Force made a statement saying they would stand ready to defend the facility if anyone attempted to enter. Of course with blowing up in the way it did, everyone was and is talking about it. Tied to the joke, dozens of memes depicting the raid, and what the aliens might look like, have been seen all over the internet. They provided quite the entertainment over the summer.

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*Updated September 21st, 2019*

The myth, the legend, the Area 51 Raid. What actually happened though? Well, despite all the hype, September 20th came and went, and nothing especially eventful went down. No one was shot, and no aliens were freed (allegedly). Surprisingly, the Federal Government was expecting thousands to show up. Of the 2 million that signed up to go, only about 100 came through. The most exciting thing that happened was public indecency. That means a man was arrested for urinating in public. The lesson here is to not take jokes on the internet (too) seriously.

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September 20, 2019. Seem like a familiar date? Well, you’re not crazy. Everyone and their mom knows about the Area 51 Raid. If for some reason you haven’t heard, here's the rundown:

First of all, what is Area 51?

The U.S. Government has stated that Area 51, officially named Homey Airport, is a highly classified United States Air Force facility. It is located in Southern Nevada, 83 miles northwest of Las Vegas. Based on historical evidence and context, it is likely a facility that develops and tests experimental aircraft and weapons. However, we don't have to believe that. Due to the large amount of secrecy around Area 51 and the government's initial denial of its existence, countless conspiracy theories have surfaced over the years revolving around involving Area 51. These include but are not limited to:

1. The storage and examination of crashed alien aircraft and development of aircraft based on alien technology,
2. Top secret meetings with extraterrestrial leaders,
3. The imprisonment of extraterrestrials,
4. Development of exotic energy weapons,
5. Development of technology that controls weather, and
6. Development of teleportation and time travel.

Many of these theories include extraterrestrials and their technology. This was the platform for the Area 51 Raid to take form. Now it all started as a joke, obviously. If we trace it back, we end up at a Facebook page called “Sh--posting cause im in shambles” which is also under the category of  “religious organization”. Under the events tab we find The Alienstock Movement taking place September 19, and the famous Storm Area 51,They Can’t Stop All of Us taking place September 20th. What started as a joke has now racked up over 2 million people that have signed up for the event. The creator of the event has even come out and said it is all a joke and advised people to not actually raid Area 51. This happened after the Air Force made a statement saying they would stand ready to defend the facility if anyone attempted to enter. Of course with blowing up in the way it did, everyone was and is talking about it. Tied to the joke, dozens of memes depicting the raid, and what the aliens might look like, have been seen all over the internet. They provided quite the entertainment over the summer.

---
*Updated September 21st, 2019*

The myth, the legend, the Area 51 Raid. What actually happened though? Well, despite all the hype, September 20th came and went, and nothing especially eventful went down. No one was shot, and no aliens were freed (allegedly). Surprisingly, the Federal Government was expecting thousands to show up. Of the 2 million that signed up to go, only about 100 came through. The most exciting thing that happened was public indecency. That means a man was arrested for urinating in public. The lesson here is to not take jokes on the internet (too) seriously.

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**Our Climate Strike**
*by Monica Martinez*

On Friday September 20th, The Guthrie Green in Downtown Tulsa hosted the Global Climate Strike for Tulsa. Young people from all over Tulsa gathered with signs in their hands and perseverance in their hearts. We all wanted one thing: change. Words urging lawmakers to change environmental policies could be heard everywhere you turned. Voices filled with anger expressed their frustration towards those in power who were not willing to make a change. This was the scene across our country, from New York City to Austin. The strike wasn’t just limited to the U.S. however, over 150 countries across the world participated. A total of over 4 million people all rallied for the same cause, keeping our stay on this planet longer.

**Why we Strike**
*by Nathaniel Ijams*

Three days after the first day of the Global Climate Strike, the UN Climate Summit began. During a long day, countries from around the world commented on the dangers of climate change and environmentally destructive behaviours. Greta Thunberg, in her [speech](https://archive.org/details/thunberg-un-summit-speech), criticised the "empty words" of the world's leaders in the past. I can do nothing but agree. They stress the importance of climate change and do nothing. They praise new technology and fail to invest in it. They give accolades to children for their bravery but only go back to their cowardice once they are gone. Our world is obsessed with the idea of an eternal era of profit and prosperity. Has this ever been achieved? No. Some things are worth fighting for. If not now, then when? If not us, then who?

---
See photos, news coverage, and documents from the Tulsa Global Climate Strike:
[Internet Archive](https://archive.org/details/btw-climate-strike-2019)

See our school's Global Climate Strike page:
[Strike!](http://bit.ly/climate-btw)

More news, analysis, and commentary is coming soon!

*Page created on September 14th, 2019. Last updated on September 23rd, 2019.*

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**Our Climate Strike**
*by Monica Martinez*

On Friday September 20th, The Guthrie Green in Downtown Tulsa hosted the Global Climate Strike for Tulsa. Young people from all over Tulsa gathered with signs in their hands and perseverance in their hearts. We all wanted one thing: change. Words urging lawmakers to change environmental policies could be heard everywhere you turned. Voices filled with anger expressed their frustration towards those in power who were not willing to make a change. This was the scene across our country, from New York City to Austin. The strike wasn’t just limited to the U.S. however, over 150 countries across the world participated. A total of over 4 million people all rallied for the same cause, keeping our stay on this planet longer.

**Why we Strike**
*by Nathaniel Ijams*

Three days after the first day of the Global Climate Strike, the UN Climate Summit began. During a long day, countries from around the world commented on the dangers of climate change and environmentally destructive behaviours. Greta Thunberg, in her [speech](https://archive.org/details/thunberg-un-summit-speech), criticised the "empty words" of the world's leaders in the past. I can do nothing but agree. They stress the importance of climate change and do nothing. They praise new technology and fail to invest in it. They give accolades to children for their bravery but only go back to their cowardice once they are gone. Our world is obsessed with the idea of an eternal era of profit and prosperity. Has this ever been achieved? No. Some things are worth fighting for. If not now, then when? If not us, then who?

---
See photos, news coverage, and documents from the Tulsa Global Climate Strike:
[Internet Archive](https://archive.org/details/btw-climate-strike-2019)

See our school's Global Climate Strike page:
[Strike!](http://bit.ly/climate-btw)

More news, analysis, and commentary is coming soon!

*Page created on September 14th, 2019. Last updated on September 23rd, 2019.*

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The sun is hot like an overheating car engine. 

The steam and heat of a boiling teapot waiting to explode. 

The glaciers and ice being melted by mother sun herself.

Does anyone know her fiery heat? 

Does anyone know why she always overheats?

Questions. Questions.

Why is she so hot and angry? 

Is it because of us?

What have we done?

Is there a reason why the climate and lands are being burned? 

Questions. Questions.

So many questions about mother sun’s heat but no questions to how and why she is burning and crying for everyone she sees. 

She wants to stop so badly but she can’t because it’s too much. 

Can someone please help her? 

Is it too late? 

Maybe. Yes. No. 

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The sun is hot like an overheating car engine. 

The steam and heat of a boiling teapot waiting to explode. 

The glaciers and ice being melted by mother sun herself.

Does anyone know her fiery heat? 

Does anyone know why she always overheats?

Questions. Questions.

Why is she so hot and angry? 

Is it because of us?

What have we done?

Is there a reason why the climate and lands are being burned? 

Questions. Questions.

So many questions about mother sun’s heat but no questions to how and why she is burning and crying for everyone she sees. 

She wants to stop so badly but she can’t because it’s too much. 

Can someone please help her? 

Is it too late? 

Maybe. Yes. No. 

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author: Jordan Kupetsky
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“Music is She, She is Music” read the yellow blue and purple sign that hung over the Guthrie Green stage. On the same stage, seven incredibly talented female musical artists performed the night away, each offering their own unique experience.  MisFest 2019 held a wide variety of talent. With everything from Bambi, a rapper with strong messages and an even stronger voice, to artist KT Tunstall, an internationally known scottish singer-songwriter, Saturday the 14th was truly one of the best nights to be at the Guthrie Green.
              
The day started bright and young in the late afternoon, as volunteers ran back and forth across the Guthrie Green in the miserable sun, setting up for the big show. Each musician eagerly awaited her chance to show what type of show she could perform.  The festival opened with *Shoulda Been Blonde*, an all-girl rock band that kicked things off with a unique cover of “The Greatest Show”. As the night went on and the sun got lower, the music seemed to get progressively more contemporary. Contenders for winning this battle of contemporary-ness include *Smoochie Wallus*, a quintet/classic rock band that mixes the comforting sound of strings and the expressive strum of guitars; *Bambi*, a studio rapper who made her place producing music in mass quantities in order to deliver social messages to the public; and *Good Villains*,  a band representing the underground genre of doom-pop, a dark storyteller rock subgenre.

KT Tunstall brought the show to a conclusion with her mini concert that felt more like a celebration sprinkled with unsubtle comedy. Tunstall showered her audience with her beautifully hilarious anecdotes about her experiences coming to terms with the fact that she is famous in between her one-woman-does-all performances of songs that will remind you that you certainly know KT Tunstall’s music, even if you haven’t heard her name. She finished with a heartfelt appreciation of the people of Tulsa and how great it is to just love each other; nothing else could have been more fitting to conclude such a festival, and nothing else was more deserving of such a conclusion than the Music is She Festival.

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See video footage from the event: [https://archive.org/details/misfest-footage-2019](https://archive.org/details/misfest-footage-2019).

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date: 2019-09-15
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“Music is She, She is Music” read the yellow blue and purple sign that hung over the Guthrie Green stage. On the same stage, seven incredibly talented female musical artists performed the night away, each offering their own unique experience.  MisFest 2019 held a wide variety of talent. With everything from Bambi, a rapper with strong messages and an even stronger voice, to artist KT Tunstall, an internationally known scottish singer-songwriter, Saturday the 14th was truly one of the best nights to be at the Guthrie Green.
              
The day started bright and young in the late afternoon, as volunteers ran back and forth across the Guthrie Green in the miserable sun, setting up for the big show. Each musician eagerly awaited her chance to show what type of show she could perform.  The festival opened with *Shoulda Been Blonde*, an all-girl rock band that kicked things off with a unique cover of “The Greatest Show”. As the night went on and the sun got lower, the music seemed to get progressively more contemporary. Contenders for winning this battle of contemporary-ness include *Smoochie Wallus*, a quintet/classic rock band that mixes the comforting sound of strings and the expressive strum of guitars; *Bambi*, a studio rapper who made her place producing music in mass quantities in order to deliver social messages to the public; and *Good Villains*,  a band representing the underground genre of doom-pop, a dark storyteller rock subgenre.

KT Tunstall brought the show to a conclusion with her mini concert that felt more like a celebration sprinkled with unsubtle comedy. Tunstall showered her audience with her beautifully hilarious anecdotes about her experiences coming to terms with the fact that she is famous in between her one-woman-does-all performances of songs that will remind you that you certainly know KT Tunstall’s music, even if you haven’t heard her name. She finished with a heartfelt appreciation of the people of Tulsa and how great it is to just love each other; nothing else could have been more fitting to conclude such a festival, and nothing else was more deserving of such a conclusion than the Music is She Festival.

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See video footage from the event: [https://archive.org/details/misfest-footage-2019](https://archive.org/details/misfest-footage-2019).

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author: The Taliaferro Times
date: 2019-09-07
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To kick off the new 2019-2020 school year, the newspaper decided to write some poetry and short stories! Three minutes were given to each person to write something up and share it at our first meeting on August 30th, 2019. This is a small selection of the whimsical, joyful, conscious, and saddened results!

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**A haiku** *by Nathaniel Ijams*

With just one year’s time

What can one do to be free

Me, my friends, Hong Kong

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**Website**

I can’t stop thinking about how I volunteered to help run a website. I lay in bed each night shivering, fearing the newspaper elders. One day Nate will graduate, and I’m not sure what wild intellectually confusing substance of a website will be left for me to mismanage.

---

*Inspired by the Amazon Fires and Climate Change*

Fire blazing up bark

Everything left dark

Stop eating cows


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The night is young,

Full of dazzling stars,

But no one to look with from afar.

The cold wind fells very lonely,

Kind of like a sad tone in an old, cold poem.

---

**Mac ‘an Cheese** *by Ian Benway*

I had three minutes to write this poem

So this was just from the top of my head.

But whether it’s good or whether it’s bad

I’d rather be making mac & cheese instead

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Roses are red

Violets are blue

I’m illeterate

And so are you 

<br>

But together we’ll change

And learn how to do

Things a normal kid can

At least, I hope to

<br>

With our education

We can change the world

So let’s get some learnin’

Let’s give it a whirl


---

Voices echo throughout the darkened structures, the hall so vacant of light that the shadows practically leap out to eat the man who stands within. Some audible phrases reach out to him, “help me!” cries the whispered tone.

---

It was raining out

Blurring my concentration

I don’t miss the sun

---


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title: "Kicking off the year with creativity!"
author: The Taliaferro Times
date: 2019-09-07
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To kick off the new 2019-2020 school year, the newspaper decided to write some poetry and short stories! Three minutes were given to each person to write something up and share it at our first meeting on August 30th, 2019. This is a small selection of the whimsical, joyful, conscious, and saddened results!

---

**A haiku** *by Nathaniel Ijams*

With just one year’s time

What can one do to be free

Me, my friends, Hong Kong

---

**Website**

I can’t stop thinking about how I volunteered to help run a website. I lay in bed each night shivering, fearing the newspaper elders. One day Nate will graduate, and I’m not sure what wild intellectually confusing substance of a website will be left for me to mismanage.

---

*Inspired by the Amazon Fires and Climate Change*

Fire blazing up bark

Everything left dark

Stop eating cows


---

The night is young,

Full of dazzling stars,

But no one to look with from afar.

The cold wind fells very lonely,

Kind of like a sad tone in an old, cold poem.

---

**Mac ‘an Cheese** *by Ian Benway*

I had three minutes to write this poem

So this was just from the top of my head.

But whether it’s good or whether it’s bad

I’d rather be making mac & cheese instead

---

Roses are red

Violets are blue

I’m illeterate

And so are you 

<br>

But together we’ll change

And learn how to do

Things a normal kid can

At least, I hope to

<br>

With our education

We can change the world

So let’s get some learnin’

Let’s give it a whirl


---

Voices echo throughout the darkened structures, the hall so vacant of light that the shadows practically leap out to eat the man who stands within. Some audible phrases reach out to him, “help me!” cries the whispered tone.

---

It was raining out

Blurring my concentration

I don’t miss the sun

---


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author: Aria Hansen
date: 2019-09-18
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*Renegades*, by Marissa Meyer


Are you looking for a new book to read?

Do you like superhero stories?

Give *Renegades* by Marissa Meyer a try!

What if the line between good and evil was less defined than you think?

Renegades is a wonderful twist in what you think good and evil are. Starring Nova, a member of the Anarchists gang sworn to bring the Renegades down, and Adrian, adopted son of the most famous members of the Renegades who is struggling with leading his own team of heroes. We get to see the story from both sides, and who’s to say the good guys are always right? With the third and final book in the series set to release in early November, now is a great chance to get all caught up on this wonderful series.

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date: 2019-09-18
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*Renegades*, by Marissa Meyer


Are you looking for a new book to read?

Do you like superhero stories?

Give *Renegades* by Marissa Meyer a try!

What if the line between good and evil was less defined than you think?

Renegades is a wonderful twist in what you think good and evil are. Starring Nova, a member of the Anarchists gang sworn to bring the Renegades down, and Adrian, adopted son of the most famous members of the Renegades who is struggling with leading his own team of heroes. We get to see the story from both sides, and who’s to say the good guys are always right? With the third and final book in the series set to release in early November, now is a great chance to get all caught up on this wonderful series.

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author: Ian Benway
date: 2019-09-24
description:
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author: Ian Benway
date: 2019-09-24
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When the soul of Earth ignited fire,

The heavens faintly spoke,

With a furtive background choir,

*Let there be Diet Coke.*

<br>

In that instant all was rid

Of disingenuous flame,

And a farewell I had bid

To a life bar aspartame.

<br>

Upon this notion I'd construed

A beauty through refraction,

But its veracity I renewed

Upon my satisfaction.

<br>

For when I came across my love

Constrained within the plastic,

It took a force from up above

To assuage the craze so drastic!

<br>

Upon the cap that I had clenched,

While breaking its fixation,

I found myself---my soul---yet drenched

With russet-brown elation.

<br>

The bottle ceased not rapid fizzing,

As it sat in condensation,

So I found my heart still whizzing,

Mind quicker than its palpitation.

<br>

Upon a taste my lips felt numb,

Entangled in its presence,

And I, with couth, had thus become

A man of effervescence.

<br>

Addiction is a word of slander,

For I can stop at will,

But, to me, my mouth may pander

For a quick refill.

<br>

And though I find my heart besotted

With caffeine and strife,

I still permit some time allotted

For Coca-Cola Life.

<br>

So thus my heart may wander

From the drink that I have known,

But my dreams, of which I seem to squander,

Will employ Diet Coke alone.

<br>

The throne of cans I sit atop

Where, in deep reflection,

I often find it hard to stop

This adamant affection.

<br>

I only fear a day convening

My love within a cloak,

For all my life will lose its meaning

Without my Diet Coke.

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author: Ian Benway
date: 2019-09-24
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imageDescription: "diet coke in hand"
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When the soul of Earth ignited fire,

The heavens faintly spoke,

With a furtive background choir,

*Let there be Diet Coke.*

<br>

In that instant all was rid

Of disingenuous flame,

And a farewell I had bid

To a life bar aspartame.

<br>

Upon this notion I'd construed

A beauty through refraction,

But its veracity I renewed

Upon my satisfaction.

<br>

For when I came across my love

Constrained within the plastic,

It took a force from up above

To assuage the craze so drastic!

<br>

Upon the cap that I had clenched,

While breaking its fixation,

I found myself---my soul---yet drenched

With russet-brown elation.

<br>

The bottle ceased not rapid fizzing,

As it sat in condensation,

So I found my heart still whizzing,

Mind quicker than its palpitation.

<br>

Upon a taste my lips felt numb,

Entangled in its presence,

And I, with couth, had thus become

A man of effervescence.

<br>

Addiction is a word of slander,

For I can stop at will,

But, to me, my mouth may pander

For a quick refill.

<br>

And though I find my heart besotted

With caffeine and strife,

I still permit some time allotted

For Coca-Cola Life.

<br>

So thus my heart may wander

From the drink that I have known,

But my dreams, of which I seem to squander,

Will employ Diet Coke alone.

<br>

The throne of cans I sit atop

Where, in deep reflection,

I often find it hard to stop

This adamant affection.

<br>

I only fear a day convening

My love within a cloak,

For all my life will lose its meaning

Without my Diet Coke.

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author: Baylee McDonald
date: 2019-09-18
description:
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title: "Standing on a Timebomb"
author: Baylee McDonald
date: 2019-09-18
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The world is on fire,

I'm told to sit quieter—

Don't talk back,

"We've got this under control."

You ignore me,

Berate me for crying,

Tell me to grow up,

Then treat me like a child.

The world is on fire,

It's time for us to stand up,

You laugh and tell me I should shut up,

My rally sign won't bring any change,

I can't do anything that would really change the game,

So shut up,

Sit quiet,

Watch the city burn to the ground.

"It's big corporations that need to change,"

But little things add up,

And my voice may be small but I won't shut up,

I'll yell and I'll paint the picture of our home crumbling down,

And when people stand with me,

Our voices grow loud.

You can't ignore us,

While we sink and we drown,

Earth is in trouble,

Which includes you and me.

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title: "Standing on a Timebomb"
author: Baylee McDonald
date: 2019-09-18
description:
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imageDescription: ""
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The world is on fire,

I'm told to sit quieter—

Don't talk back,

"We've got this under control."

You ignore me,

Berate me for crying,

Tell me to grow up,

Then treat me like a child.

The world is on fire,

It's time for us to stand up,

You laugh and tell me I should shut up,

My rally sign won't bring any change,

I can't do anything that would really change the game,

So shut up,

Sit quiet,

Watch the city burn to the ground.

"It's big corporations that need to change,"

But little things add up,

And my voice may be small but I won't shut up,

I'll yell and I'll paint the picture of our home crumbling down,

And when people stand with me,

Our voices grow loud.

You can't ignore us,

While we sink and we drown,

Earth is in trouble,