St. Robert CHS Student News
Raha Rejali (12) | STAFF REPORTER
I clutch onto my mother who held me close to her body on the raft. My breath comes out as a cloud of white that triggers a small giggle in me, despite the fact that the water has frozen me so. I look at the others here along with us, seeing the look of desperation in their eyes.
Raha Rejali (12) | STAFF REPORTER
My dearest Alex,
From the way you smile, to the way your gaze softens when I laugh, there is something about you that is not quite like anything I’ve ever seen. When you hold my hand, it feels like the threads of all my wounds are pulled shut. Every nerve in me lights up, just like your eyes do when you talk about what excites you.
Raha Rejali (12) | STAFF REPORTER
I sat in the chairs, denying every man who asked me for a dance. There was just no way I was going to give my mother the satisfaction of smirking at me and insinuating that I would one day marry whoever it was that I would dance with. I drank my sparkling champagne, and I could feel almost every man’s eyes on me. Did I happen to mention that I was an heiress? Yes, to a hotel chain. Our last name was known worldwide, and everyone decided that they wanted to put a ring on my finger from the minute I stepped into the room.
Raha Rejali (12) | STAFF REPORTER
My toes dip into the water, the algid feeling ripping through my skin and into my bones, a warning that whispers to me to stay away. However, the warmth of the betrayal burning through my body is enough to make me ignore it, to lay in the stream that leads to death’s door.
Raha Rejali (12) | STAFF REPORTER
Hello St. Roberts! I’m Raha Rejali, reporting in as one of the writers for the creative writing section. I’d been planning to join The Axiom for a while, and now that my schedule finally allows it, I’m excited to be part of the team. Having a space to be able to publish writing is quite unique and I’m grateful for it.