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A Family Trip to Ethiopia

A Family Trip to Ethiopia

Nikoy Rooyakker, Staff Writer

May 6, 2019


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It was in the fall of 2018 when the day the rest of my family and I had been waiting for finally arrived. The Rooyakker family was going to Ethiopia.  We had been waiting for this trip for years, and had saved money aside so that we could see my Ethiopian family again. We were flying into the capitol...

Stereotypes

Stereotypes

Justin Cowan, Staff Writer

May 3, 2019


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  Black people jump high White No   Black people fast White No   Black thief White No   White smart Black No   White rich Black No   White weird Black No   These not true Not Black or White but all   We all nee...

Inner Demons

Inner Demons

Abigail Noll, Staff Writer

April 22, 2019


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  I’m running, Sprinting, Trying to escape, The things that haunt me in my dreams, But nothing is really as it seems, I run and run but it’s no use, They follow me, Wherever I go, I run and run, But I can’t escape, My inner demons  ...

The True Me

The True Me

Abigail Noll, Staff Writer

April 22, 2019


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  What's wrong with me? Why am I alive? Yes, I’m here but I’m trapped inside, I’m drowning in my own skin,   Every day I’m stuck in here, I spend that day in constant fear, In fear that someone will realize, The reason that I have to hide, The reason why I...

Struggle

Struggle

Justin Cowan and Da'Vion Trotter-Ford

April 17, 2019


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  In the hood you hear shots Another body just dropped The noise Pop! Pop! Pop!   My mother covers my ears But guns I do not fear All I see is mama’s tears   Papa told me the news like to bend the truth Especially with people of my race The news says drug dealer ...

Colors

Colors

Abigail Noll, Staff Writer

April 2, 2019


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  Red and Orange, Blue and Pink, Yellow, Green and Gold.   But, Black and white, That’s all I see, That’s all I’ve ever known, I’ve never seen more or less, Just black and white.   While others awe and admire, A color they call “red”, I sit t...

Memory of Snowfall

Memory of Snowfall

Apollo Oase, Staff Poet

March 18, 2019


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Snowfall Fluffy flakes Swirling in wind Delicate six sided crystals Snowflakes dance through the sky Thick white powder blankets the ground Collecting on bare tree branches Ground covered in snow Beautiful and unique Feathery crystals Snowfall...

σκοτεινά πρόσωπα

σκοτεινά πρόσωπα

Lila Lindberg, Staff Poet

January 22, 2019


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Don’t let the dark in. Let the light go free. It’s funny how no one. Gets the real me.   Scattered in pieces. No longer whole. Put me together. Don’t let me go.   Another piece taken. Another one placed. Now no one can see. My true face.   Like...

RODAN: KING OF THE SKIES

RODAN: KING OF THE SKIES

Carlos Pena, Poetry, 8th Grade

January 14, 2019


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Fire. Lava. Fear. Destruction. The King Of The Skies emerges from a superheated throne. He climbs out of the Volcanic Crater, looking as lost as an alien drone. Rodan glares around the volcano, as lava spills from the sides of his jaws, he growls. Hyperventilating, he pulls the r...

Changing Seasons

Changing Seasons

Apollo Oase, Staff Poet

December 11, 2018


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  Squirrels burying acorns Geese heading south Bears hibernating in caves   Colors changing from green to gold to brown Trees shedding their leaves Lakes freezing over   Winter jackets blocking the breeze Daylight shortening Wearing hats, gloves, and scarves ...

Giving Up

Giving Up

Lila Lindberg, Staff Poet

December 11, 2018


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  I’m lying still. In a field of flowers. I’m running fast. Never getting anywhere. So I lie still in a field of flowers. What’s so wrong with giving up?   I’ll tell you.   You will never see the world through your eyes. You will never touch th...

Soul

Soul

Ellie Voge, Quill Editor

October 10, 2018


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  The place where you keep your identity safe and alive. My soul is alive and full of creativity. I feel on top of the world. One second later I’m losing the light in front of me that has been there since I can remember. The things that come naturally to me are always somewhere ...

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