Get to Know Me

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by Abigail Munson

About Lucy Earl

 

Grown from toe,

To crown

In a house divided

By a titanic orange wall

Like a Clifford Still painting

A garring bloodline shot

Through white

Pink Martini’s booming trumpets

Stick to the wall,

(A welcome stain)

California’s famous sun

Never touched it

The sun was saved for

The elementary school

Across the street

Not her school, just a

Location

A memory-landmark

One summer they redid

The asphalt on the

Playground

A lonely red ball marooned

Between the faded

Swings and

Sticky picnic table

Maybe no one cared,

Maybe no one saw,

But black swallowed

Red and a lumpy grave

Was made beneath,

Sometimes the girl

Would sit on top of

The tomb,

(sun kissing

Her hairline ember-red)

And think about the

World

Could she find

Happiness here?

How long would she

Have to search?

The blessing-curse

Is that life

Is the search

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[Combat Boots/Cleanliness]

by Ellen Huggins

About Thalia Medrano

Thalia just seems like a cool girl. Like she should be someone’s cool older sister. Like she gets good grades, but also wears things that makes it look like she doesn’t get good grades? Like combat boots. Not to say that people who wear combat boots are doofuses, but they seem very nonchalant.

I think that Thalia is very organized too, like she maybe has records or something that she keeps alphabetical order. Or she organizes her socks or something, like by color. I could alse see her being very deliberate on what she puts in her backpack, you know what I mean? Like she puts hand sanitizer in it. And her water bottle is always filled, or at least she brings it along so that she remembers to be hydrated during the day. So very combat boot- cleanliness.

[Who Are You?]

by Sierra Karas

About Abigail Munson

 

Black coffee, tar

Big Georgia house, full

Alone moments, stolen

–    –   –   –   –   –   –  –

She stands in front of her mirror self,

Concerned with the future,

Dreams carved out of the wood banisters,

Keepsakes gathered from a forgotten barn—

Life on hold,

Furniture mimicking life,

What does it take for you to get up and leave?

Now she’s established,

Established Abigail

Together, but not too together,

Loves education,

And believes you should never give up,

This you already know,

Maybe you don’t care,

Why do we always make a habit of simplifying people,

You are your favorite color,

You are the school you go to,

You are nothing else,

This isn’t true, but nobody seems concerned with true truths,

We want people to fit into containers,

Always unpacking, not repacking

Do you leave destruction in your wake or do you pick up after yourself?

Many don’t realize that we are just as much the questions we ask as we are the answers.

Name.

Abigail.

Age.

17.

Grade.

12th.

Siblings.

Four sisters, one brother.

Order.

Daren, Isabel, Abigail, Madeline, Lydia.

I will say this once more so you hear:

This is not who you are.

Who are you?

[Joker’s Mask]

by Madison Hart

About Christian Wilson

Playfulness dancing in his eyes

Round every corner a new surprise

Always making others laugh

Never letting a good joke pass

Vulnerable when the ice is cracked

His pages fold

The cover slacks

Hid behind a joker’s mask

Lies a deep intellectual

Contemplating his past

This is a boy

Striving to a man

Forever playful

Life’s story in his hands

[The Big Scene]

by Adam Dorsheimer

About Katy Mc Donald

My palms are sweating and I’m not sure why. Nothing’s changed. I have no reason to be this nervous. Wait what’s that? There’s no screen door here… is that a baby? Who the hell brings a baby to an audition? Oh, it’s just that guy. Did he make that noise? Talk about method acting…

Only three people sit in the waiting area (not including Linda, a pretty, young receptionist). You should all be quite familiar with our heroine, Katy McDonald, who is unnecessarily anxious about a role that she has locked in. You have also met Trent Gladkowski, whose claim to fame is imitating any sound or voice he hears. A formidable opponent, no doubt, but nothing compared to the third person in the waiting room: Jenny Courtenay. She’s blonde, she’s gorgeous, she was born with absolute pitch. Scariest of all,
however, was her “perfect record.” No botched auditions, no bad shows. Not a single mark against her. Katy is, unfortunately, unaware of the stiff competition she must face. Moving right along…

Great, now this girl’s giving me a look. I don’t need this today, I get enough of this at school. She would be a great Wendy though, not gonna lie. Better than this other guy… wait, why is he auditioning for Wendy? There are loads of male roles in Peter Pan. I’ve just gotta pretend like I’m looking over my lines… where’s my script? Wait, it’s at home. What am I doing? I’ve already got it memorized. But she doesn’t know I have it memorized. But she doesn’t need to know that I have it memorized. What’s with that giggle? Don’t roll your eyes at me…

 Our heroine’s name is called some time later, after Gladkowski and Courtenay are called. She sighs and enters the theater proper, soon realizing that this is the largest venue she has ever been to perform in. She knows that she needs to sing her song well if she wants
to impress the judges, but she doesn’t know that she needs to be flawless. Luckily, one particularly jaded judge, Stephen, takes a liking to her. He wasn’t swayed by any of the previous auditions like the previous judges, who are, as is usually the case, complete idiots. Even Courtenay, with her stunning appearance and remarkable skill, was unable to command his attention. Stephen is an intense man with an eye for talent who feels as though the youth of today can’t match his passion for the theater. With sky-high standards and an immediate bias imposed against her, Katy faces a challenge unlike any other. But from the moment she takes the stage, Stephen is captivated. Her presence is powerful and the room is silent. So she sings… 

 

[Where Do You Want Me to Take Your Picture?]

by Katy Mc Donald

About Aiyana Spear

While sitting in the worst class in the world and “listening” to the world’s worst teacher Aiyana lets herself dream. Through her dreams, the world around her vanishes and a new one takes its place. She thinks of Captain American, Ironman, Ironfist, Spiderman and Nova. None of that DC nonsense mind you. They are heroes, real heroes. They have powers and can do amazing things.

Her world changes again. Now she too has a power. She can change the probability. It’s an odd power but anyone who understands numbers as Aiyana does will understand how incredible it truly is. With this power she can do anything, fly, breathe underwater, win the lottery. People would ask her “what are the chances?” and she would shrug it off with a smile.

The world changes one last time. She is now in New York City making final preparations for model UN. This is something that she does every year. Of course helping middle schoolers figure out how to make their arguments didn’t used to be the deal. But that’s okay. It gives her the opportunity to study foreign policy and that’s a real passion of hers.

Then class ends and she is jarred out of her day dreaming by the hustle and bustle of people preparing for what comes next in the day. She too packs up. Shaking her head to clear it of any remnants of her dreams. But they will be there later for her to revisit.

[Aztec]

By Christian Wilson

About Madison Hart

So Madison’s wearing this gold necklace, right? I was thinking, yo that looks like an Aztec necklace. Not like gift shop Aztec but like jungle, pyramid, ancient gods, heart sacrifice Aztec. I was just sitting there scratching my head. What are the only two ways to get some Aztec bling? You either rob a museum or raid a tomb. So I’m like damn, this chick’s either Danny Ocean or fricking Indiana Jones, but since Indiana Jones is way more culturally relevant than Ocean’s 11, it’s got to be the latter.

So obviously, she’s in some long-forgotten Central American temple. She’s like, in this big stone room. You know vines everywhere. Vines on the wall, vines hanging from the ceiling, vines on the floor. It’s like fricking vine Oprah, just vines everywhere. And she’s trying to solve an ancient puzzle and she’s smoking a cigarette. Actually, it’s a cigar because cigars are classy. Cool people in the ‘40s smoke cigars, especially archaeologists. 40s archaeologists like chain smoke cigars. Actually she probably isn’t smoking anything because it’s 2015 and let’s be real, nobody smokes cigars anymore.

[Dust]

by Lucy Earl

About Sierra Karas

The light that managed to fight its way through the filth on the window was blanketing the room in a soft morning glow; everything smelled of dust, the kind of dust that crept its way into your nose and settled there, threatening a sneeze each time you breathed.  The dust was like the sound of socks on a hardwood floor, you don’t expect it to make a sound, yet it was so subtle that the sound seeps into your brain which is quickly pushed away into the depths of your subconscious and ignored, added to a list of regulars, sounds like grass in the wind or the loud sounds of the city that get duller the more you stay. Can people become subconscious regulars? Can you come to expect their every move? Will people grow dim, muffled by your subconscious expectations? Slowly they will fade into nothing but background noise that you have forgotten the sweet sound it makes, lost under socks and hardwood.

[Adam, Who Smells Really Nice]

by Aiyana Spear

About Adam Dorsheimer

Before you ask, that hat he was wearing was from his trip to Ireland this summer. He says Ireland was cool, but he also claims to have only met, like, three Irish people- though I guess that’s what happens when you visit during tourist season. When asked to pick between cats and dogs the response comes after he has turned away, embarrassed, and he mumbles “Fish.” He’s that kid who’s allergic to, like, everything. He gets really defensive about DC comics, but willingly admits that the movies are not great. He says that he tends to profile people, I mean, most people do but he worries that his snap judgements are rude.

Adam, who quotes various comedians, has a love of English class, and who would choose invisibility as his superpower.

[A Psychoanalysis of Ellen Huggins]

by Cassidy Nicks

About Ellen Huggins

*Disclaimer: Cassidy Nicks is not licensed and has been diagnosed with borderline personality disorder, so all documents should be taken with that in mind.

In my deep analysis of Ellen, I’ve concluded she has mommy issues. One cornerstone memory for her, although she didn’t say so (I used my amazing skills of psychological deduction), was making chocolate. While this could just indicate her family traditions adopted from their time living in Belgium, there was genuine stress in her voice as she described her mother yelling at her to ‘roll the chocolate faster!’ In addition, one of Ellen’s secret desires is to be able to sing publicly like her brothers, but her mom (and also her dad) never put effort into figuring that out for her. But most telling of all are Ellen’s dreams. Many times she has been peacefully dreaming, and finds she has to pee… But then, a woman, a beautiful woman, (i.e. Mary Poppins) tells her to ‘just go!’ And she does.

Dreams are widely believed to be our brains dealing with and processing our problems. Ellen dreams of an authoritative woman telling her to do something shameful. That sounds like… Mommy issues.

In conclusion, I, Dr. Cassidy Nicks, am diagnosing my patient Ellen Huggins with severe Class A mommy issues and have recommended that she continues to repeat this phrase to herself to boost her confidence- ‘just go… For it!’