St. Robert CHS Student News
Ahou Naderpour Ardestani (11) STAFF REPORTER
When I get to Liza’s house, Eli’s mom is already there, with Eli and Liza in the car. I open the door and shuffle in awkwardly, holding on to my bag, jacket, and Eli’s gift, while pushing away the giant sac on the seat to make room for myself.
Emily Yang (11) | STAFF REPORTER
I don’t know how I got here. Placed on this specific seat. There is this strange fatefulness about this, as if it’s been carefully set and picked out for me, all of it. Looking around, I notice the endless blue sky, white clouds floating peacefully. The track ahead is white metal. I’m sitting in a singular car, the seat lined with red leather. The seatbelt fastened around me has no buckle. No one around, nothing behind me. No way out.
Clare Wu (11) | STAFF REPORTER
In 1710, a question was proposed: if a tree falls in a forest and no one is around to hear it, does it make a sound? It is 2021, now. She thinks about that question a lot.
Annabelle Wong Hin Sang (9) | STAFF REPORTER
The station was eerily quiet.
X glanced towards the conductor, who slept soundly in the ticket booth. Pushing past the turnstiles, he looked around warily at the empty space of the subway station, not a single person in sight. X headed towards an escalator, the sound of ceiling pipes shifting around echoed as he passed by. Somewhere, there was the sound of water as it slowly dripped, making a sound as it hit the station floor. He hurried to the escalator, shoes tapping against the metal stairs as he made his way down.
Sophia Liu (9) | STAFF REPORTER
A candle flickered dimly inside the old log cabin; the only source of light for miles. By the window, an old man sat on a sturdy wooden chair. Pen in hand, he lay hovered over a large pile of yellowed paper.
Emily Yang (11) | STAFF REPORTER
Wake up at the crack of dawn to the irritating sound of an alarm. Brush my teeth, wash my face, get dressed. Evaluate. How am I feeling? Who do I want to be today? The answer is almost always the same. Put on the foreign yet familiar veil of someone bright and bubbly. Avoid mirrors at all costs.
Angie Yan (9) | STAFF REPORTER
Ever since she was little, Eloise had always felt drawn to the seaside.
Annabelle Wong Hin Sang (9) | STAFF REPORTER
The man turns his gaze to the smoky skies. It’s the same sky he wakes up to, and the same one he sees before drifting to sleep after hours of forcing himself awake. He cups his calloused hands together, holding them out as grey ash slowly drifts towards what is left of their barren planet.
Ahou Naderpour Ardestani (11) | CREATIVE WRITER
I take out a crisp white sheet of paper and start my letter:
Dane Recaido (11) | STAFF REPORTER
In one moment, my feet were firmly planted over freshly-cleaned hardwood floors and the next, a dusty outline of a window appeared below my feet and pulled me down. My hands stretched out, trying to grasp onto a ledge or even a crevice. But my body twisted and tumbled, seeming to bump into every invisible force in the abyss of blue that resembled the depths of the ocean.