Brotherhood
Pitch black night green
Glows flashing through the air.
Ping, ping the sound of bb's hitting
the side of the house and pool.
Lorin calling out Medic! As Thomas crawls to her.
All the screaming all the crying it sounds like
D-Day all over again.
Hiss the sound of co2 draining.
Bang, ouch, screaming out in agony.
Josh hit another one. 7 more remain.
I feel like he has a heart beat sensor,
because he just keeps hitting them.
Shot after shot.
Cry after cry.
Person after person.
A maching gun sawing into people.
Down goes another one. Josh screamed "cover me!"
But I was too late Josh was hit.
Last man standing, only two en left.
I move to the corner and go prone.
Ping, miss Desmond gave away his position.
Bang, bang, bang, 1 man left as he crept
around the pool only to get shot.
Bang!
It all got quiet.
That night a brotherhood was born.
Finally my brother and me worked together.
This time we won.
-Jacob
Chicago...
A bright light from the sun
hitting you in summertime.
The hot sand on the beach
burns your feet.
Smack
the sound of bat hitting ball
to left field.
People cheering as loud as they can.
Chicago
is a big bowl of chocolate.
Boom
the sound of the moving truck.
My mom would say,
"Don't cry; it will be ok."
I slept on a wet pillow.
"We are moving to Louisville, Kentucky."
My mom would say.
My face was green with sickness.
As we moved away from my home.
-Jasmine
Pain
A woman crying in the dark
In the bedroom next to mine,
He told her that he hated her,
When all she needs is time;
It always seemed that everyday,
In the dark gray hall,
She is always plastering over,
The hole he punched in the wall.
When she was always working,
The rips that's in her shirt,
I cannot even tell you,
Just how much she hurt,
That's when I really lost it,
The blade placed to my wrist,
I think I took it to far,
Beyond the bloody mist.
The scars that still remind us,
That our past is real,
And there is no reason
To provoke the pain we feel.
-Stephanie
Off the Shelf
Knowledge flowing from the pages,
Images flooding my mind,
As if a play is being staged.
The rough hardback and smooth paperback
The crinkle of the pages.
The musty smell of a new book,
Pleading to be read.
So many to choose from.
Novels, biographies, large and small.
Mystery, fiction, and horror: I like them all.
Finally a book to escpae into.
Feeling the cold air as if I'm really there.
Feeling pain, sorrow, joy and anger,
As if I'm the main character.
Asking the same question over and over,
What will happen next?
Reading more and more, day by day.
Turning pages 'til I'm done.
Finishing one, starting another.
The intriguing pull to keep reading.
So much to remember,
My mind is about to burst.
-Lauren
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