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Write On!
A Teen ‘Zine
Santa Monica Public Library
Summer 2012
Pieces Inspired by
This Summer’s
Teen Writers’ Workshop
Write On! A Teen ‘Zine
Special Thanks To:
Sara Wilson Etienne
Suzanne Lazear
Michael Reisman
Michele Serros
Andrew Smith
Sonya Sones
Ann Stampler
The Youth Services Department
Friends of the Santa Monica
Public Library
Write On! A Teen ‘Zine, volume 3 is a
publication of writing by participants in the
Summer Teen Writers’ Workshop 2012.
Please enjoy these pieces, inspired by creative
writing exercises, author visits, and
teen life experiences.
Nothing at all would exist if it weren’t
a word first.
-Andrew Smith
(explaining the Sapir-Whorf Hypothesis)
4 Write On!
This Hershey’s Kiss
Ensemble poem inspired by poet, Sonya Sones, in collaboration
with WriteOn! 2012 SMPL Teen Writers
This Hershey‘s Kiss,
this scrumptious new bell,
this delicious little bite of pointy pen,
this yummy little raindrop pouring from the sky
right into my mouth,
feels as smooth as an edible pebble.
This Hershey‘s Kiss,
shiny as the paper on a Christmas gift
placed under the tree in November,
curved as the tip of a flame,
waxen as my freshly-lotioned legs,
is like a sweet bite of polished ebony.
This Hershey‘s Kiss,
this delicious little pair of newly-shined chocolate shoes,
as smooth as a freshly painted wall,
as rough as a rock,
as scratched as our wood floor
after Clyde‘s paws have run across it,
opens in my mouth like a flower in bloom.
This Hershey‘s Kiss,
as shiny as a newfound diamond,
as shiny as my newly-washed Volvo,
as melty as an ice cream cone left out in the hot sun,
is as fragile as a teenager‘s self-esteem.
This Hershey‘s Kiss,
oh, this Hershey‘s Kiss,
this little chocolate soldier
ready to march right into my mouth,
as smooth as Justin Bieber‘s hair,
but not as sweet as the sound of your sweet voice.
Write On! 5
Carmelo D‘Angelo
I’ll Never Forget
That was it. He was gone. There was no getting him
back, ever. How could I have been so careless? How could I
have let him go unnoticed, assuming that my mom would
notice him on the pull-out couch? We‘d just gotten off the plane,
back in Philadelphia after our winter trip to California, tired
after the flight. I realized I didn‘t have him when my dad went
to the bathroom.
―Mom, you packed Blankie, right?‖
―What? I didn‘t know you brought it.‖
She shrugged it off, as if leaving my tattered blanket
(the one she knitted for me while I was a fetus) across the
country was nothing. My heart started racing, my eyes teared
up, but I kept quiet. My sister stared at me obliviously.
―Really, Carmelo? Are you really going to do this? You‘re
fourteen. We‘re in public.‖
Everything slowed down. The only sounds I could hear
were muffled. My head began to throb. My heartbeat was fast
and heavy when I let go of my rolling suitcase. Cliché
flashbacks rolled through my head. Times when I was scared,
rubbing Blankie between my fingers. Sleepovers that I snuck
him into. Times when I pretended the air was toxic, covering
my face with Blankie to filter it.
The times that I stared at him and a few other toys
whispering, ―It‘s okay, I know you‘re alive.‖ Sometimes I would
toss him up in air. One time he landed on a chandelier.
My father came out of the bathroom, so we left the
airport. To me the taxi ride home was long and quiet. When we
got back, I fled to my room and flopped on my bed. The event
had left a hole in my soul.
Sometimes I wonder what Blankie thinks of me,
forgetting him like that.
6 Write On!
Eliana Bono
Headphones I see my brother, George,
Sitting down on a chair
Away from me.
I ask him,―Hey, how was your day? Did your test go well?‖
No response.
I waited longer.
Nothing.
I could feel the anger filling up inside of me.
I felt like a balloon about to explode.
Why wouldn‘t George answer me?
Was it something that I had said?
I stormed over to him and
Slapped his face.
I could see the angry, questioning look
On his face.
Then he took off his headphones.
Headphones?
Write On! 7
Untitled
We were like family,
friends forever,
so why do I see
a horrible new her?
Luis Enriquez
8 Write On!
Luis Enriquez
My body has been slain
I got up and looked around
nothing in sight
I was in Downtown
and filled with fright
It grew very queer
I heard a noise
nobody was here
No girls or boys
It was a laughter
and I searched for it
Then I saw her
She said,"KILL IT!"
I turned and ran
They followed behind
I looked, saw a man
He got me and began to grind
I saw my blood fly
I screamed in pain
My soul rose to the sky
but my body has been slain
Write On! 9
Untitled
Skipping.
Seriously?
Who the heck invented skipping?
I mean, when you're sad,
feelin' like the whole world crashed
on top of you
like the breath was sucked
from your lungs
like your heart was ripped
from your body
like a million things you can never say
out loud
And someone skips next to you
without a care in the world--
Don't you wish it was banned, too?
Jasmine Singh
10 Write On!
Untitled
Who was that lady singing so sweetly?
An opera singer? A choir teacher?
Who was that lady singing so sweetly?
I don‘t know, but her voice is sweet as a Hershey kiss.
Ayesha Singh
Write On! 11
Noa Levy-Eshman
When Time Passes By
When time goes by I stop and I look. I live life not as a
contender, but as a silent viewer. My life is a mess of
events drifting by like days of a week. I sit as an observer
watching every second tick by. I'm petrified of growing up
and not even realizing. My family always reminisces
about when I was younger. I only wish I could remember.
Life is like a screenplay with good music. If you don't pay
attention to the screenplay, life passes by without
you. Every hour, minute, second, we are taught the idea
of having to do great things in your life, but what if you
don‘t? What if you grow up and you didn't cure cancer or
build a time machine? Are you just forgotten? When do
we get the chance to be ourselves without having other
people react to our decisions? I try every day to live in the
moments of my life, but it is so much easier to live as a
spectator of my life instead of a participant.
So what do you do when time goes by without you?
Avery
Salu
mbid
es
Ala
rm
T
he a
larm
clo
ck r
an
g s
o l
ou
d I
th
ou
gh
t th
e w
ind
ow
s w
ou
ld s
ha
tter.
I
gru
dgin
gly
pu
shed
th
e h
ea
vy,
wri
nk
led
covers
off
my b
od
y,
figh
tin
g t
he u
rge t
o s
tay i
n b
ed
. A
s I
step
ped
ou
t of
the c
om
fort
of
my b
lan
kets
th
e h
eat
dis
pers
ed
an
d c
hil
ls r
an
dow
n m
y
spin
e. M
y t
oes
crin
ged
again
st t
he c
old
flo
ors
eq
uiv
ale
nt
to t
hose
of
the a
rcti
c.
Lit
tle
did
I k
now
th
at
this
wa
s th
e b
egin
nin
g o
f th
e m
ost
horr
ific
da
y o
f m
y l
ife.
Wr
ite
On
!
12
- 1
3
Em
ma
’s P
ersp
ecti
ve
I
stood
th
ere
sta
rin
g a
t S
teven
‘s g
list
en
ing
blo
nd
ha
ir w
et
wit
h s
alt
y s
ea
wa
ter.
I
ga
zed
into
his
bea
uti
ful
gre
en
eyes
fixed
on
wh
at
life
wou
ld b
e l
ike i
f h
e l
oved
me l
ike I
loved
him
.
I h
ad
loved
him
for
fou
r yea
rs n
ow
an
d h
ad
been
best
fri
en
ds
wit
h h
im f
or
fift
een
. T
here
wa
s n
o w
ay I
wa
s goin
g t
o r
uin
ou
r fr
ien
dsh
ip
for
my p
ett
y c
rush
. H
e r
an
his
han
ds
thro
ugh
his
gold
en
hair
an
d c
on
tin
ued
his
sto
ries
as
I
stare
d r
igh
t th
rou
gh
him
, d
ayd
rea
min
g.
Th
en
I s
aw
his
exp
ress
ion
ch
an
ge f
rom
re-
laxed
to u
nease
, a
lmost
agit
ati
on
, a
nd
he
blu
rted
, ―I
‘ve l
iked
Am
y f
or
thre
e y
ea
rs a
nd
I
don
‘t k
now
wh
at
to d
o.
I k
now
you
‘re b
est
frie
nd
s so
…‖
his
word
s ru
nn
ing t
hro
ugh
my
bra
in r
em
ind
ing m
e I
wou
ld n
ever
be t
he o
ne
for
him
. M
y h
eart
san
k.
I f
elt
sic
k a
nd
wea
k.
I w
as
com
ple
tely
hea
rtb
rok
en
.
Ste
ven
’s P
ersp
ecti
ve
Em
ma
pla
yed
wit
h h
er
stra
igh
t b
row
n h
air
lik
e
she d
id w
hen
sh
e w
as
da
yd
rea
min
g,
her
face
ex-
ud
ing h
ap
pin
ess
an
d c
on
tem
pt.
I
talk
ed
abou
t
va
gu
e s
um
mer
mem
ori
es
bu
t A
my k
ep
t ru
nn
ing
thro
ugh
my m
ind
. H
er
lon
g,
blo
nd
e h
air
an
d
blu
e e
yes
to m
atc
h. T
he w
ay h
er
skir
t fl
ow
ed
thro
ugh
th
e w
ind
wh
en
sh
e t
wir
led
. H
ow
sh
e
kn
ew
every
sin
gle
an
swer
in A
P C
hem
bu
t k
ep
t
her
ha
nd
dow
n t
o a
void
gett
ing l
au
gh
ed
at.
U
n-
exp
ect
ed
ly a
su
rge o
f em
oti
on
s ra
n t
hro
ugh
me,
feeli
ngs
of
dis
com
posu
re a
nd
im
pa
tien
ce c
am
e
over
me a
nd
I t
old
Em
ma
. I
told
her
all
ab
ou
t
my u
nd
yin
g l
ove f
or
her
best
fri
en
d i
n h
op
es
tha
t
she l
iked
me,
too. E
mm
a‘s
fa
ce w
en
t b
lan
k a
nd
I k
new
Am
y d
idn
‘t f
eel
the s
am
e w
ay. M
y w
hole
worl
d w
as
cra
shin
g d
ow
n a
rou
nd
me.
I f
elt
lik
e
I n
eed
ed
to r
un
aw
ay o
r th
row
up
. I
wa
s
com
ple
tely
hea
rtb
rok
en
.
14 Write On!
Six-Word Memoirs
Inspired by a writing exercise based on the book Not Quite
What I Was Planning: Six Word Memoirs by Writers Famous
and Obscure, edited by Rachel Fershleiser and Larry Smith.
Enter High School.
Sleep?
What‘s that?
-Crystal
I
tend tu
use
spellcheck
a lot
-Nadia
I can‘t
think of
six words.
-Avery
I still
wish on
shooting stars
- Anika
We were friends.
Now we‘re strangers.
- Luis
The early worm gets
eaten first.
- Jasmine Living life
to
the
fullest
everyday!
- Noa
I am sometimes
shy or nervous.
- Ayesha
Haven‘t
decided my
own
FUTURE
yet...
- Eliana
Still waiting
for my love story.
- Anonymous
Write On! 15
Teen writers on the first day of Workshop!
Working with
Ann Stampler
16 Write On!
With Michele
Serros
With Sara
Wilson Etienne
With Suzanne
Lazear
Write On! 17
With Michael
Reisman
With Sonya
Sones
With
Andrew
Smith
18 Write On!
Teens Writers
working...
...and having
some fun!
Write On! 19
More Six-Word Memoirs Inspired by a writing exercise based on the book Not Quite
What I Was Planning: Six Word Memoirs by Writers Famous
and Obscure, edited by Rachel Fershleiser and Larry Smith.
I‘m Asian.
∴ Automatic math prodigy.
- Anonymous
Enter math class;
take out sketchbook.
- Crystal
Junk food/boys = key
to satisfaction.
- Noa
Can‘t leave fantasy.
Can‘t face reality.
- Anika
Pale pink
Isn‘t really
my
color
-Nadia
Help
from others
gives you
IDEAS.
-Anonymous
Feel the OCEAN
breeze
through me.
-Eliana
I am sometimes
naughty or nice.
-Ayesha
18 Write On!
Ho
rrid
Pa
ra
dis
e
―Th
e h
um
an
s lo
ve m
e,‖
sig
hs
Hap
pin
ess
. ―T
hey w
ors
hip
me, d
esi
re m
e; I
am
all
th
ey w
an
t in
lif
e.‖
―Rig
ht,
‖ sn
ort
s D
isgu
st. ―M
illi
on
s st
arv
e e
ach
da
y a
nd
mil
lion
s m
ore
are
mu
rdere
d.
You
are
cle
arl
y a
gre
at
pre
sen
ce a
mon
g t
hem
. B
esi
des,
th
e l
ove o
f h
um
an
s m
ea
ns
noth
ing.‖
―Th
ey h
ate
me,‖
sn
iffs
Pri
de. ―B
ut
on
ly b
eca
use
th
ey a
re e
xp
ect
ed
to.
In t
ruth
, I
live i
n e
very
on
e o
f th
em
. D
ea
dly
sin
th
ey s
ay. . .‖
―Poor,
poor,
fools
,‖ p
urr
s L
ust
. ―W
e a
re p
ow
erf
ul,
th
ou
gh
.
Th
ey h
ave a
rig
ht
to f
ear
us
an
d t
he t
hin
gs
we c
an
dri
ve t
hem
to d
o.
I m
yse
lf h
ave d
riven
men
to c
om
mit
dre
ad
ful,
dre
ad
ful
deed
s.‖
―Sp
eak
for
you
rself
,‖ l
au
gh
s C
rea
tivit
y. ―Y
ou
ca
n t
ak
e c
red
it f
or
those
‗d
rea
dfu
l d
eed
s‘,
bu
t I
am
th
e s
ou
rce o
f every
thin
g w
on
dro
us
an
d n
ew
in
th
e w
orl
d.
Th
ey d
ed
ica
ted
an
en
tire
age
to m
e.
Th
e R
en
ais
san
ce?
You
ma
y h
ave h
ea
rd o
f it
. . .‖
―You
r cl
aim
is
fals
e,‖
says
Cu
riosi
ty.
―All
th
at
is n
ew
in
th
e w
orl
d w
as
dis
covere
d d
ue t
o m
y i
nfl
uen
ce.
I h
ave c
au
sed
all
of
hu
ma
n‘s
gre
ate
st a
ccom
pli
shm
en
ts.‖
―Lie
s,‖
gro
wls
An
ger.
―E
very
war,
every
con
flic
t th
at
occ
urs
, is
du
e i
n p
art
to m
e!‖
―On
ly y
ou
, bro
ther,
wou
ld t
hin
k w
ar
an
acc
om
pli
shm
en
t.‖
Nad
ia R
ah
ma
n
―An
d w
hat
of
me?‖
begin
s G
reed
. ―C
ou
ntr
ies
figh
t over
lan
d a
nd
reso
urc
es
every
da
y.
Colu
mb
us
sail
ed
for
the N
ew
Worl
d b
eca
use
his
ru
lers
cra
ved
sp
ices
an
d g
old
.‖
―An
d y
et,
‖ re
pli
es
Cu
riosi
ty. ―C
olu
mb
us
wou
ld h
ave n
ever
fou
nd
th
e N
ew
Worl
d
if h
e h
ad
n‘t
won
dere
d w
hat
wou
ld h
ap
pen
if
he c
on
tin
ued
sa
ilin
g W
est
.‖
―An
d h
e w
ou
ld h
ave t
urn
ed
back
a d
ozen
tim
es
if i
t w
ere
n‘t
for
me,‖
sta
rts
Obst
inacy
.
―I k
ep
t h
is h
an
ds
stead
y o
n t
he w
heel
an
d h
is s
hip
s p
oin
ted
in
to t
he s
un
set.
‖
―Th
at
is o
ne e
ven
t,‖
mu
mb
les
Wea
rin
ess
. ―I
have a
hold
on
th
em
str
on
ger
tha
n a
ll o
f you
rs.
Th
ey c
an
fig
ht
if t
hey w
an
t, b
ut
all
hu
ma
ns
mu
st s
leep
half
th
eir
liv
es
aw
ay.‖
―It
ma
tters
not,
‖ sp
eak
s C
om
pla
cen
cy. ―I
f th
ey h
ave m
e t
hen
th
ey w
ill
never
need
an
y o
f you
.
I a
lon
e c
an
sa
tisf
y t
hem
.‖
―. . . Y
ou
‘re a
fool,
Com
pla
cen
cy,‖
mu
rmu
rs C
uri
osi
ty.
―Has
it n
ot
been
pro
ven
befo
re t
ha
t you
alo
ne a
re n
ot
en
ou
gh
?
If
you
were
, th
at
wom
an
wou
ld h
ave n
ever
left
her
du
ll p
ea
ce f
or
the s
erp
en
t‘s
word
s.
―You
are
all
fools
,‖ c
on
tin
ues
Cu
riosi
ty. ―I
f it
were
not
for
me,
non
e o
f you
wou
ld b
e h
ere
!
Non
e o
f you
wou
ld h
ave a
ny p
ow
er
at
all
. W
e‘d
all
be s
itti
ng b
ack
in
Ed
en
wh
ile A
da
m a
nd
Eve
wa
nd
ere
d a
rou
nd
as
min
dle
ss a
nim
als
, n
ever
feeli
ng H
ap
pin
ess
or
An
ger
or
Gre
ed
.
Wh
o d
rove h
er
to t
he t
ree?
Wh
o m
ad
e h
er
pic
k t
he a
pp
le?
Wh
o w
atc
hed
as
she b
it i
nto
it
an
d g
ave u
s p
urp
ose f
or
the f
irst
tim
e?
Me. A
lwa
ys
me!
All
of
you
wou
ld b
e n
oth
ing i
f n
ot
for
me; w
e‘d
have l
ain
ete
rna
lly w
ort
hle
ss,
for
wh
at
use
were
feeli
ngs
lik
e u
s in
th
at
horr
id p
ara
dis
e?‖
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ite
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!
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22 Write On!
Ayesha Singh
Why Am I Like This
My head buzzes like a bee.
Why am I like this?
I get so angry like I'm about to burst in tears.
My heart thumps like a giant is coming my way.
Why am I like this?
Write On! 23
Goodbye Love!
"Friends forever", is what you say,
but I want more than that.
"You're such a great friend,‖ is what you say,
but i want more than that.
We've known each other for a while now
so please, o please just tell me how...
How is it that we just can‘t be.
Someone once said that you're just like me.
When I get down on one knee,
I want someone like you,
but since it can't be you,
please, o please just tell me who...
Who else has that right perfection.
If you know, show me the direction.
I love you so,
but since you don't love me back
you leave me no choice,
but to let you go.
Luis Enriquez
24 Write On!
Eliana Bono
The Lonely Ones
I never get into trouble-except when I‘m with my best
friend. Nick just moved here to Santa Monica. His parents
never talk to him and always come home late.
I feel really sorry for the guy. He always comes over to my
house at midnight! I know, midnight! But it always starts with
a bright flashlight shining on my window.
―Nick!‖ I scream. I pull on a blue V-neck T shirt and run
downstairs. Once I reach the front of my house Nick tackles
me.
―Dude,‖ he says.― Josh, dude what took you so long?‖
I mumbled. Nick never really listens to what I have to
say. It‘s always just Nick, Nick, Nick! It‘s always about him!
―I‘m getting hungry dude!‖
―OK,‖ I say. ―Let‘s take you home.‖
―No way!‖ he shouts back.‖ Like I‘d ever come back
there. My dad is so harsh. He doesn‘t even care about me. He‘s
mad now because I didn‘t wash the windows. The jerk won‘t
even let me have dinner!‖
―So,‖ he puts his hand on my shoulder. ―I‘m going to get
the food myself.‖
A wide grin spread across his face. I can see his
narrowed eyes even in the dark night. Then I suddenly realized
what Nick was saying. He was going to steal. Why doesn‘t he
just admit to his parents he should have washed the windows?
It was never like that though. Nick had to have revenge.
―Come on,‖ he screamed.
―Nick...‖ I couldn‘t find the right words to say. I took a
deep breath, ‖You don‘t have to do this, Nick.‖
―You know, Josh, that my parents have never cared
about me. They never have.‖
I could see the tears coming into his eyes. What should I
do? I could just say: Nick, it‘s late, and I need to go to sleep.
Yah, I hope that would work. He could deal with his filthy
revenge problem by himself. Why did he always drag me into
all of his nasty problems?
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―Nick...uh I really need to go home.‖ Of course Nick
completely ignored me. He always has a habit of doing that.
―You know what will happen if you don‘t...‖
I knew what he was talking about. He would completely
take all my money. It would happened all over again. So I was
dragged around by Nick. We walked through the dark streets
and finally arrived in front of the market. My heart was
beating. If Nick and I stole something from the market I would
have a record of stealing and shoplifting. That definitely is a
crime! My whole reputation would be ruined. I would be a
criminal forever and my family would be ashamed of me
forever.
―Nick,‖ I found all the courage deep down inside me.
I looked into his cold eyes and finally realized that I could
defend myself. I wouldn‘t let Nick keep dragging me around.
I‘d had enough. Finally, I spoke up, ― I won‘t do it! No! Why do
you always drag me around? You‘re not a friend if you do stuff
like this. It‘s not cool man! I‘m leaving right now. You can rob
a store but just leave me out of it!‖
Nick just stared at me and I was surprised how quiet
he was. Then he stood over me. Suddenly he looked tougher in
the light...
―So... now you think you‘re so tough, huh. Little Josh
finally has courage.‖
―Nick...come on. I was just...‖
―Joking.‖ Nick finished the sentence for me. ―Okay
let‘s JOKE!‖
What’s going on? I thought. Then I realized as I backed
away from Nick on the dark sidewalk. I should have expected
it to come. Nick was going to beat me up.
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That day in December
As I lay all alone,
head placed on a cold stone,
I stare at the sky and wonder.
Thoughts running,
hearts' aching,
Then it starts.
I get up and say,
"why feel sad on a beautiful day
I wanna go out and live.‖
I went out and had fun,
every minute 'til the day was done,
The day was good.
But on that day in December
I'll always remember,
that I was all alone.
Luis Enriquez
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Untitled Work
With a foul attitude and spoiled muse as what he shares with our pack
Every night we are served a dinner of bitter mutterings
And a side of sour complaints
Spitting and sputtering
You wonder if he has any restraint
But a new demand has been set
The rest of us dare not defy,
For our ears will be met
with a grizzly roar and cry.
Frothy spittle flies from his jaws
When something goes against his fur
Beware! His long thorny claws!
The creaking floorboards warn when his presence lurks, near—
You cannot hide! Only fear!
With you in his snare,
There‘s no escaping, is there?
Tomorrow‘s dinner will be roast kid
―Good luck, farewell,‖ your sister bids
As this voracious creature before me loses his composure
With teeth like mayonnaise,
And bloodshot eyes fury completely ablaze,
There is no way to appease such a beast!
You will have to be his next feast.
If you think I‘m going to run,
When I hear the ―FEE-FI-FO-FUM‖,
You will be stunned
When I pull out my shotgun.
Crystal Chang
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Nadia Rahman
Flawless (excerpt)
I read a book once called Island of Darkness. It was your
typical fantasy novel about an average guy named Darryl who got
sucked through a portal and onto a strange island filled with even
stranger people. Throughout the book he made new friends, em-
barked on a dangerous quest to save the island from an evil villain,
and, predictably, met a girl.
Zoe (the girl he met) was Darryl‘s dream girl: She was
5 ft 7 with shining hair that ―fell several inches past her
shoulders.‖ She was highly intelligent for her young age (16 and a
half) and excelled in math and quantum physics, though she didn‘t
like to mention this due to her modest personality. Zoe also was a
notably fast runner, an experienced rock climber, a fairly decent
singer, and an amateur novelist. In her spare time, she enjoyed
teaching the children of the island how to read, cooking meals for the
elderly, and writing original songs.
Young Darryl had quickly fallen in love with Zoe‘s
passionate nature, kindness, courage, intelligence, selfless
behavior, quiet strength, optimism, charisma, and unassuming
beauty. Island of Darkness ended with Zoe‘s tearful departure from
the island to start a new life with Darryl as a beginning songstress
and part time kindergarten teacher.
Zoe had no flaws; she was the perfect heroine.
As a teenage girl, I am locked in a constant battle with my
various insecurities. My nose is too big, my hair is too
frizzy, I‘m awful at sports, the list goes on and on and on and on and
on . . . and on. When faced with a girl like Zoe, who is apparently
flawless, I tend to get a bit angry/jealous/insecure. It‘s even worse
when this perfect girl turns out to be a complete angel on top of all
her other pros because then I end up feeling bad about disliking her
which makes me more angry/insecure.
Luckily for insecure teenage girls like me (and I‘m
inclined to think that we make up most of the teenage girl popula-
tion) girls like Zoe exist only in books. They are
fictional and cannot come out to make us feel inadequate
once we have closed the covers on them. I mean, come on, nobody‘s
perfect, right?
I hated her.
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Right?
The day of Sabrina‘s arrival dawned dim and misty, quite
unusual for a Californian summer.
―It‘s sympathetic fallacy.‖ I told Mom as we drove to the
airport. ―That means the weather is in tune with my current
feelings.‖
Mom rolled her eyes and said nothing.
―Alas, my time as a free citizen is ending. I will soon be
shackled to the chains of social pressures and polite conversation.‖
―Oh stop being so dramatic,‖ snapped Mom. ―Sabrina is only
staying here for a week. You‘ll still have all of August to laze around
after she leaves.‖
―One week . . . that‘s almost 2% of the entire year. So much
time going to waste, so much time that could be spent reading or
drawing or—‖
―That‘s enough,‖ said Mom. ―Sabrina is your friend. Spending
time with her should not be considered a waste.‖
I snorted.
―I mean it, Nadia. Sabrina is our guest and you will make her
feel welcome while she‘s staying with us. You don‘t need to entertain
her every second of the day but I do expect you to be polite and have
a positive attitude while she‘s around.‖
―Yeah, yeah. I‘ll be positive.‖
―You had better be.‖
We reached the airport and began inching along the
pickup area.
―Let‘s see,‖ muttered Mom, ―She said she was under the
Delta sign.‖
―That‘s not very helpful; there are, like, fifteen Delta signs.‖
―Sssh. I‘m looking for her. . .‖ Mom squinted out the window.
―There!‖
―Where?‖
―There, under the Delta sign.‖
―We‘ve been over this before, Mom, there‘s a lot of Delta signs
so could you – Woah! Geez Mom, give me some warning next time you
swerve like that, parking spots aren‘t that rare.‖
Mom wasn‘t listening to me. She put the car in park and then
turned to glare at me.
(continued on next page)
Enter Sabrina Barras . . .
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(Flawless, continued)
―Nadia,‖ she hissed in her ‗really serious‘ voice. ―I will not
say this again. You will cut down on the snarky comments while we
are with Sabrina and you will be a proper host. Sabrina is a very
sweet girl and she has been looking forward to seeing you again;
do not ruin this for her.‖
I grumbled. She was making me feel guilty. I hated
feeling guilty.
―Now go out there and help your friend with her bags.‖ Mom
elbowed me lightly. I grumbled again, then stepped out of the car to
look for the source of my current problems. It didn‘t take long to find
her. Sabrina was standing several yards away next to a large blue
suitcase; she was tapping away on a very pink looking phone.
I walked up to her.
―Eh-hem,‖ I coughed. Sabrina looked up at me and then
blinked in recognition.
―Nadia!‖ she cried, a beatific smile breaking across her face.
Her phone disappeared into a blue leather purse and I was drawn
into a tight hug.
―Nadia!‖ she said again, releasing me at last. ―It‘s been so
long, but, my god! You look exactly the same. I swear, you haven‘t
changed at all!‖
I couldn‘t figure out if that was either a highly questionable
compliment or a very subtle insult. I gave Sabrina the benefit of the
doubt and went with compliment.
―Thanks,‖ I smiled weakly. ―I can‘t say the same thing about
you, though. You look really different from – Hold on!‖
I stepped back.
―Are you . . . taller than me?‖
Sabrina smiled happily. ―Yup! I‘m 5 ft 7 now.‖
This was new. This was very, very new.
―I used to be taller than you.‖ I croaked.
Sabrina grinned even wider, ―Well, a lot can change in
two years!‖
Yes. A lot certainly could. I groaned inwardly and bemoaned
the loss of my height advantage; this visit was already off to
a bad start.
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Untitled
Bitter-sweet kisses
Dripping on my porch into
a melting puddle.
Jasmine Singh
Luis Enriquez
Untitled
I‘m running too far
The breeze is growing colder
And snow is falling
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Avery Salumbides
Stacy Avalon – The Artist
I sat on my balcony, the breeze rustling my hair. I sat
back in my black leather facing an empty canvas and
stacks of new blue paint. Breathing in the salty ocean
air, I picked up my new paints and emptied them onto
my imported, birch wood pallet. Rolling the pen between
my index finger and thumb, I stared out to the Pacific.
The vast blue ocean never ending and unknown. The
violent waves crashing over each other like MMA
fighters in the Octagon. The sun setting in the
background giving off just enough light to see the
surface, yet keep what‘s underneath hidden. I painted
this scene of mystery and power that instilled fear in my
core. Once finished, I sat, back twirling my auburn hair,
thinking. Everyone sees the ocean as soothing and
happy, but I see it as the greatest and scariest mystery
in the world. I wanted so badly to figure it out but for
now though, all I could do was paint it… Oh well. So I
went inside and made some dinner.