Reflection

From just walking into these big doors of Asa Clark, to know knowing each piece to this building is such a change. Growing these past two years from a small kid, to now a teenager has been life changing. From the beginning of seventh grade, my locker seemed big, my classes seemed far away, and four minutes seemed life threatening. However, the growth from seventh to eighth grade has had a huge impact. I feel good in the school. Classes have changed, and I am growing to be someone that will ask questions, and be outgoing just from these two years at Asa Clark. I learned that life here is much more independent, and self being, than Horizon and PLE. Middle School has made great transitions for my entire life from the teachers, situations, and everything around. One thing I love is that these two years here have involved the school with fun activities to get us involved in, making us have venture out. Everyone makes their effort to let us have a good learning environment that is fun and exciting, which is something many people are seeing. It will be hard to say goodbye to Asa Clark, though I have been very prepared for what is coming with my next four years in high school. The end of the year is one week away and the emotions will run through everyone. However, teachers have made my two years in Middle School enjoying and relaxing, allowing me too have a change for everything in these two years at Asa Clark.

Something Inside of Raymond

Authors Note: This is a creative piece about Raymond, from the short story "Raymond's Run". This was meant to be in first person of how Raymond feels inside, rather than shown how he was in the actual story.

My sister Squeaky is someone I really look up too. Even though I am older than her, I still appreciate what she does. Her athleticism is great, and her speed can not be put into words. Though sometimes I feel as if she just watches after me like I am a dog, when I have a life inside of me that could be let go. As I am older, I feel like I should be taking control and watching her, yet I am the one being watched. Maybe I should be the one running in the meet, listening to my name be called on the loud speaker. Maybe I should be the one with the running shoes on, instead of cheering for my sister Squeaky on the bleachers. I sometimes never get that chance though. My job is too follow my sister, and be treated like the younger brother, when I am the older one. Don't get me wrong, I love my sister and her competitive spirit, however maybe inside of me I could do something just like her, or possibly even better. Her talent amazes me, its just I want to be me, and not have the shadow behind me of being "Squeaky's brother". I am much more than that, I know it.

Pounding of the Track

As the large, round track stands tall in front of my eyes, thankfulness
overcomes
With the sun beaming down on its body, it gaps for a small tan, yet can
not get one
Sweating from the pounding of the feet from others, help is screamed
The running has ended, and the hammering has ended from the shoes
Laying on its back, with the breathing picking up its pace each moment
Finally feeling undisturbed, the warmth soaks in the dark body
Sun fading away from the top of the mountain, and slowly going behind
Its eyes close deeply and becomes blanketed with a soft cover
The stars melt onto its cold body, and sleep is just in reach.

2081!

The year was 2081. The day is bright with the sun at its peak, and the sky as blue as can be. I am 95 at this time right now, feeling the light blow of wind wisp across my wrinkled face. There are massive planes flying through the air, with large birds flying after them. The world has settled, and peace has came. Our land is free, just like the birds in the sky. Old or young, we have advanced into the next place. Peace, happiness, and laughter. Everyone I see is smiling with joy, laughing at each others jokes, and talking with people in every direction. Happiness throughout the old and the young. My age is growing older, and times will be shorter, but I now know that life is what I always hopped for.

Emptiness of its Soul

Crashing of the blue waves burst into my ears
With the tan sand just in reach of my toes, I slide them under
Bright yellow shines off from the sun beating down on my body
Water hardly splashing me in the face, giving me calm sensations
The sun going under inch by inch with new colors of purples and oranges
Small boats sailing across the sparkling ocean floor is perfection
Dreaming about what is going to come as the sky eventually fills with neon colored stars
Peace waits as the sorrow birds fly away into the night sky
Life is finally awaiting me at the end of the night, and the stars disappear into the waves
Dark skies filled with complete emptiness of its soul but waiting for something to fill itself
Only the love of people on this very beach is all it needs
Which this night, that will happen for the sky surrounding our bodies tonight

Shattered Life

The lies are hidden beneath you

One word can change your life; yes

Trapped in an area with no way to get out

Friends are going to be lost, and feelings will be constraining

"It's okay, you can" I hear that voice in my mind

Do not give your life up, for this one mistake

Say the one perfect word; no

Your life you are living is not going to be the same without saying that

Be who you are and not something that is forced