Shorecrest Anthology Ii Updated June 30
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Voices From The Forest II A collection of stories by fiction writers from Shorecrest High School Spring 2010 Compiled by Peter Mountford, writer-in-residence Table of Contents Mr. Barker, Creative Writing--------------------------Page 3 Ms. Etter (period 1)----------------------------------Page 78 Ms. Etter (period 3)----------------------------------Page 167 Ms. Harris (period 3)---------------------------------Page 231 Ms. Etter (period 4)----------------------------------Page 294 Ms. Harris (period 4)---------------------------------Page 358 Ms. Harris (period 5)---------------------------------Page 436 Ms. Etter (period 6)----------------------------------Page 502 **** This project, and all the work that preceded it this year, would not have been possible without the generous support of the Shorecrest PTSA and the Shoreline/Lake Forest Park Arts Council. Thank you! **** Mr. Barker, Creative Writing Table of contents: Hillary Krajnik Sam Hopf Aluna Ademasu Gerry Benson Jacqueline Blackmore Amber Chapman Emily Corona Jordan Diel Kathryn Hedges Hannah Hensel Ryan Howard Siyi Jiang Jared LeMoine-Kowalski Estefania Loeza Neva Mahler DJ Oliver Daniel Olsen Imani Pélissier Riley Van Winkle Travis Schade Jacqueline Gonzalez Kaley Swalwell Thea Twomey Zoë Van Fossen Jared Warren Chi la Abel Tefera Hillary Krajnik Jannie’s Story Trudging up the front steps of her house, Jannie, shoves her left hand in her pocket and feels around for her key. In the bright, rising sun, she rubs her eyes and pushes open the front door. “Where have you been?” her mother says as she jumps up from the couch in the front room. “It’s 5:30 in the morning. You have kept me up waiting for you all night.” “Mom, I really need to get ready for school. Can we talk about this later?” Jannie declares as she drops her backpack to the floor. “Absolutely not! School can wait for all I care. You can leave just as soon as you explain to me where the hell you have been for the last 22…” her mom glances down at her watch “… and a half hours! I woke up yesterday and POOF you were gone.” “I just went out. Okay?” “No, that’s not ok. I have told you time and time again to never leave the house until you tell me where you are going.” “Oh, and how is that fair when some days I come home from school and don’t see or hear from you for the next three days? Then, once you get back, all you tell me as an excuse is that you met someone new at the gym and left town for a few days to have some fun.” Jannie stomps off to the kitchen but before going completely out of sight turns back around, “What kind of role model are you? Huh?” She twists back to the kitchen and walks off. “Hold on just one minute!” Her mother rushes to catch up. “We are not talking about me and my mistakes. We are talking about you and the disappearing act that you pulled yesterday.” “Well Mom, I don’t want to talk about it.” Jannie folds her arms and leans against the dully-colored counter next to the fridge. “You’re going to have to be, because you’re not leaving today until you tell me.” “So what you’re saying is that if I hold off till tomorrow without sharing, I can leave then?” “NO, I’m telling you that I will be on your back about this till you talk to me. You won’t have a single minute alone for the rest of your life if that’s how long it takes you to inform me.” “Wow Mom, you’re being a little bit of a creeper right now. What are we gonna do if either of us have to go to the bathroom? Or worse one of us has a date? Huh! What then?!” “Stop trying to divert from the issue at hand. Tell me where you have been! It’s just that simple… please?” at this point Jannie’s mom is pouting her lips and staring at her. “FINE!” she exclaims. “I was at the house.” “What house?! Not this one, I was here all day.” “No, Mom,” next to the window, Jannie sits down in her normal spot at the kitchen table. “I was at the Jansen’s old house.” “The abandoned one in the East Woods? Why? “Because it reminds me of Dad.” Her mom sits down next to her. “Oh,” she spoke softly. “Yeah, now do you see why I didn’t want to say anything?” Her mother looks up at her. “Yes. But you can’t just take off without a word for almost a full day.” “If you had known where I was going then you wouldn’t have wanted me to go, but I really needed to be there yesterday.” “Thats not true, honey. You can go there anytime you wish, the fact that you went yesterday upset me. I wanted to be with you to deal with it together.” “I thought you didn’t like talking to me about him.” “Well, for the most part he is a sore subject for me. But it was his birthday yesterday and I know you hoped to be with him. I just wish we had been together is all.” Sam Hopf Untitled In a small room full of stuff but not cluttered, with white walls, and fun little pictures all around, Joey sits on a bed and listens to Amelia tell a story about her day. “My friend Jacquie and I ran around the lake today and there was this creeper guy that was like staring at us, and following us, the whole time around the lake. So once we made it around the lake once, and had started walking home we bolted there because he was still right behind us. Finally we made it home. Later on I was flipping through channels and came across that guy and the news who had been following us, he had just been sent into jail for kidnapping some girls. I’m soooo glad he didn’t get us!” Amelia says, with an exciting voice “Wow that sounds really crazy, I’m glad he didn’t kidnap you too or I would have cried,” replies Joey. “So what would you like to do?” Amelia asks, Joey. “I’m not sure, whatever really. How about you?” “’m not sure. I have a question though. Have you ever wanted a tattoo?” Amelia asks. “Yes, I really do I’m not sure what tattoo I’m going to get but I know when I get one I’m going to let you create the tattoo for me, since you want to become a tattoo artist someday” “Really? That’s so nice of you. I have another question for you, would you let me give you one now???” “Ummmm well you need to have the tools for it, plus you aren’t old enough to be giving me one, and I’m not even old enough to get a tattoo.” “I do have the stuff, my friend gave me it because she is a tattoo artist and knows I want to become one. You don’t need to let anyone know, I won’t tell. I know exactly what I would do. You couldn’t look at it till I finish though.” “I guess yeah, I guess it wouldn’t be that big of a problem, and I really want one. As long as you don’t give me a girly tattoo.” Joey says with a smile on his face. “YES! Thanks soooooo much Joey, don’t worry I won’t let you down, you will love it.” Amelia then gets all the tools needed to give a tattoo set up, gets some wet rags to put on Joeys arm once she is done, and gets a cool lamp so she can see what she is doing easily. “I want to put it on your arm, O.K.?” Amelia asks. “Yeah that’s cool,” Joey says. So Joey pulls up his sleeve and holds it back as Amelia gets closer with the needle tool. Joey closes his eyes because he fears it will hurt, and it does but he doesn’t say a word. Amelia starts making her art on his arm with a smile on her face. “Are you O.K. Joey? You haven’t opened your eyes once since I have started.” “Yeah I’m fine. You said not to look at it so I’m closing my eyes,” he says half lying and half telling the truth. After quite some time has gone by, Amelia says, “I’m done,” as she sticks the wet rag on Joey. Joey turns his head to look at the tattoo as he removes the rag, then turns to give Amelia a big hug. “I love it!” he says. The tattoo is an anchor with a banner on it that says Amelia on it. This means very much to Joey, because in his family almost everyone old enough to get a tattoo, has a tattoo with the name of the one they love on the banner that’s across the tattoo. So when Joey sees this tattoo he knows that Amelia knows that he loves her and that she most likely loves him back. Amelia smiles back. “Now you can’t let anyone see it, except me of course. So sadly that means no swimming.” “Well that’s true, but I could always wear a shirt or something like that if I swim, but its O.K. its defiantly worth it.” “That’s good,” Amelia says with a bright smile. So they clean up their mess and put a bandage on the tattoo so it doesn’t get infected.