by LARA JADE
Staff writer I sat at the bar counter and rolled silverware into napkins. “So, you and Sammy see that movie last night?” Rosemary asked. “Nope,” I responded and couldn’t help but smirk. “Instead?” she pushed. “We finally-,” “Called it!” she gushed. “Yeah, obviously.” “How was it?” “Stop!” I groaned as the bell rang over the door. I paused and turned my head to see my reoccurring stalker. He sat in the booth as usual and looked at Rosemary. “I’m taken. Your turn,” I smirked but spoke quietly. “Fine. Suit yourself,” Rosemary shrugged and walked herself over. “Hi, I’m Rose. What can I get you?” I heard her ask him kindly. I peeked over to see he looked from her to me. I turned away and began placing the utensils I wrapped into a plastic bin. “Um… why isn’t she taking my order?” he asked. My heart nearly fluttered at how sad he sounded. “She had a rough night. Poor girl-,” I heard Rosemary begin. I grabbed the bin and walked over to them. “The usual?” I asked him making sure to stop Rosemary from saying any more. “Yep. Thanks, sweetheart,” He smiled. Rosemary frowned at me and followed as I entered the kitchen. I put away the bin and washed my hands. “Jaz, you’re not mad. Are you?”
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by ANJALEIGH HART
Staff writer Countdown I was never quite sure How to tell my family That I was slowly dying Because I would rather Ignore it How do you go about Something as tragic as Death, do you sit them Down and explain that You are leaving them And you do not know when Or do you ignore the Inevitable truth until The reaper is standing Before you, with an Outstretched arm, Waiting for you to take And leave forever The world laughed At me, as I stood in My place, like a statue But soon to be a memorial For a girl who was too scared And too scarred to accept Destiny or fate or punishment Whatever the reason How do I tell them that One day I will be here But maybe not the next How do I face the people That have been there by My side, all my life, that I can no longer stay and Forever is coming to an End rather quickly I breathe and count the breaths 1 2 3 4 5 1 2 3 4 5 6 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 But I never reached ten. by ANJALEIGH HART
Staff writer Mercy I’ll bite my tongue I’ll hold my breath I’ll keep the words in I’ll do it all, until I can’t Inhale. I’ll hold myself back I’ll keep a tight grip I’ll clench my teeth I’ll do it all, until I won’t Exhale slowly. I’ll keep it all in I’ll hold on to sanity I’ll swallow my pride I’ll do it all, until I don’t Open mouth slightly. I’ll let it all out I’ll hold back no more I’ll keep nothing in I’ll do it all, cause I can Show no more mercy. |
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