St. Robert CHS Student News
Luana Wu (9) | STAFF REPORTER
There was an old hag sitting in front of my father’s bookstore. She was, as far as I could tell, extremely stubborn. She claimed that she could tell the future just by tasting someone’s blood. My father wanted her gone, of course, but there was no use in persuading her. She made quite a bit of money by sitting outside the bookstore.
Vicky Shi (9) | Staff Reporter
Auntie glared at me from across the table. She’s always glaring at me, the way you would scrutinize a cockroach, so full of disgust and loathing.
It doesn’t bother me, the notion of being another little person with another little name.
No documents or history, or star-stricken revelations to praise for times indefinite. Instead, only a half scratched out name on a few sticky notes and receipts.
Paria Shahir (9) | STAFF REPORTER
I sat on my chair scouring through my mind, feeling very sedentary, searching for an excuse for the anger I carried everywhere with me. As the heart meandered through the mind–or perhaps it was the other way around, I’m not sure–I heard the first drops of rain hitting the ground. The gentle thrumming turned into a cloudburst at once. I struggled to rise from my chair, pull back the thick shut curtains, and watch the night getting more blurry and vague each second. I was pushed back on the chair in awe of the delicate music being played outside.
Elaine Chang (11) | STAFF REPORTER
Somewhere, deep in the heart of the valley of skyscrapers, buried amongst veils of post-industrialist dust and attempting to be heard amidst sound-stifling concrete deposits, was a low, thumping noise.
Luana Wu (9) | STAFF REPORTER
Winter was such a beautiful place, especially on Earth. With the beautiful snowflakes floating down and the trees full of snow… oh, I was obsessed. I wished it was the same in my world. Unfortunately, my world was cursed a thousand years ago by a witch to never be beautiful again. Our winters were cold, dreary, and grey.
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.
Vicky Shi (9) | STAFF REPORTER
I’ll never forget his devilish grin, the rouge stained on his pale cheeks like the Joker, and that sing-song voice that could bring an avalanche down from the mountains. Not even in death will that image fade from my mind—how could it? It was the last thing I saw before falling asleep and the first to creep back into my sight with the dawning light. It consumed my every thought, becoming my entire world. It was my beginning and my end, the only thing I lived for. It was…
Elaine Chang (10) | Staff Reporter
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The sign stood, propped up on a potted plant, outside a tiny, four-post tent. As Molly read the hand-lettered, swirly font, she privately thought the material of the tent’s drapes looked just like her grandma’s carpet. Despite her skepticism, she counted her palmful of change: two dollars exactly. Between the overpriced ice cream and the bustling arcade, there wasn’t exactly anywhere else along the boardwalk to spend the money. I suppose there’s no reason not to. She surveyed the dense bead curtain, shrouding the figure inside from a proper view, and stepped through it.
Mia Tamondong (10) l STAFF REPORTER
Heartbeats are a delicate thing. The steady tapping in one’s chest, the singular thing that said, I’m alive. Speeding up in times of fear, or love even. So to imagine it slowing, growing increasingly quiet to the point of silence, was unthinkable. That is, until you witness it.