A Whole Other World, Fifth Period
By Jack McCrea

Right after lunch, I walk into a blank room,

yet cluttered with work and signs that I don’t understand.

Ah, 5th period Spanish class,

50 minutes of foreign sounds, sometimes an hour and a half on block days.

We start the day with the usual “Buenas tardes,”

syllables carved into my brain that I can barely even think about saying, just saying it on instinct.

I look at the agenda, trying to make sense of what I see.

“Oh fun, a presentation on verb tense, my lucky day.”

On days like this my energy leaves every muscle in my body, as if the dimmed lights and presentation make it escape me.

I don’t even know why they turn the lights off.

Everyone can see the screen fine,

it’s just like they want us to sleep away and fail the class.

My vision begins to fade,

being lulled to sleep by the drone of the teacher talking about subjunctive verbs.

“John!” I pull myself out of the trance. “Si señora?”

My teacher asks when to use the subjunctive, and I’m trying to figure out what language she’s using.

“Oh crap.” I take a stumbling guess, trying to understand what she explained for the past 45 minutes.

“Ugh..” I think as she continues, correcting me. “Just more notes I have to take tonight…”



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Beautiful Nightmare

     
Beautiful Nightmare

          

              I dream of a land

            where everything

        is safe and sound

    where there is not

                                              a noise of yelling

                                               or taunting

                                          where there is no

                                        hunger or war

                                   and the flowers blossom

                                     each time you pass by

                               where everyone will love you

                                not by force, but by choice

                              

                                   where the sun still shines

                                 even on your darkest days

                                      and the monster inside of you

                                          becomes a new-born angel

           but something slaps me hard

                                                    across the face

                                                          and I wake up

      to reality

What I am.

What I am

What am I ?

I am a video game

I am an assassin that believes that “Nothing is true and Everything is Permitted”.

I am a soldier trying to get through the chaos of war.

I am a General leading my men to victory,

to glory.

I am humanities defender against the alien covenant

I am a tank commander inside a metal box hoping that my life doesn't get taken away in a flash.

I am a fat little plumber that runs around sewers collecting mushrooms.

I am part of the most elite unit completing the mission no matter what.

I overcome all odds defying expectations

I am both the worlds defender and its destroyer.

Video games are not a waste of time,

it teaches a lesson, whether its villainy or heroism

They can be remembered for years.

They boost your imagination and gives people

a way to escape their problems and troubles.

Even if it is just for a second.

I am a video game.

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I have styles by Bryze

Doing freestyles everyday,

Makes me feel like a pro.

Making cookies everyday,

Makes me feel happy.

But when someone bullies me,

It makes me cry.

People are so cruel,

I don’t know why,

It doesn’t matter if there are bullies.

What matters is love everyone,

Be fair,

Be caring,

And be loving.

When I see someone helps someone,

My heart goes,

“Boom-Shacka-Lacka.”

Siblings

I sit across the dinner table from my older brother who is now a senior

blue eyes, brown hair, just like me

I think about what it will be like when he leaves home for college

to start a new life, and leave me behind

Nobody will be around to drive me places

or to give me help on my homework

In the mornings, I will bike to school all alone

and I will walk up the crowded hallway with nobody by my side

And when I come home, there won't be anyone there to welcome me

instead, there will be an empty house until my parents come home from work

My brother and I aren't like most siblings because we never fight with each other

and as we have gotten older, we have also grown closer

I don't know what I'm going to do when he leaves

because I have never experienced living without him before

He will never know how thankful I am

to have to most amazing brother in the world

He will never know how sad I am

that instead of growing closer as we get older, we will now grow apart

He will never know how much I will miss him when he leaves

So I hope he can read this poem and try to understand that I will miss him so much more

that the "I'll miss you!" I will say to him right before he gets on a plane for college

I will miss him so much more than this poem says I will

I will miss his laugh, I will miss his smile

and I will miss seeing him across the dinner table

with his blue eyes, brown hair, just like me.

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Who I Am

by: saemmy de la torre

 

I am Saemmy De La Torre

you may not know me so thats what im here for.

I am from laughing after the joke gets old

to smiling at everyone.

I am 14 years old.

I assure that once you get to  know me you won’t regret it

You will always have fun when you’re around me

you will always have a smile on once you kick it with me.

If you’re the fun type ill always remember you.

as you can tell I like to have fun

so If you’re no FUN please get away from me

I like to watch movies on netflix

while eating

because I have no life

I love food

no specific type cuz you know… all food is good.

I love my family

so if something ever whereto happen to one of them its like it happened to me.

and if you also mess with my friends

bruh you wish you wouldn’t have

so lastly,

If you don’t like me I honestly don’t give two fucks.




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Terror

I feel that the nerves never go

They're like my shadow

Always running through my veins

Returning every time I stand in front of everyone

And it's probably only me that feels like dying

But giving presentations makes my stomach twist

And it always goes like this

Making my way to my desk

Feeling frozen dragging my feet to my destination

My body's temperature decreasing with every second

My cheeks hot like an oven

Making it hard to hide them

And when the teacher gives instructions

I feel the wind of the words passing by my ear 

Hardly catching anything she says

And  its probably only me 

But while waiting for my turn I contain myself from running away

I heard voices inside me

Some telling me "you better not mess up"

And others saying "stop talking nobody wants to hear you"

Repeating over, over, and over again

And it's probably only me

But giving presentations

Always goes like this

When my turn comes

Every part of my body starts shaking  

Making it hard for me to stand while keeping my feet on the ground

Feeling my heartbeat beating so fast

As if my heart is going to come out of my chest

While hearing the side conversations

And having everyone's eyes attacking me

Suddenly I have a lump in my throat

Keeping me from speaking my mind

Feeling like I'm about to pass out

And it's probably only me

But giving presentations is my terror

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