St. Robert CHS Student News
Melinda Li (9) | STAFF REPORTER
I unscrew the lid of the jar. Inside, a small sphere-like ball, sitting still inside. I pick it up. Blue. It feels like a jawbreaker. I pop it into my mouth and the flavours start pouring out. It’s very minty, so much so my mouth feels like the Arctic. I inhale and the cold gush of minty wind enters my throat.
Alyssa Lai (9) | Staff Reporter
I tie my shoes and grab my duffel bag, gearing up for my gloomy newspaper job in the early hours of the morning. Stuffing the bag with newspapers meant for my neighbors, I can’t help but yawn from sheer exhaustion, questioning silently, “How did I end up here?”. With a sigh, I open my front door and hop onto my bicycle, the clock reading only 6:00 am.
Welcome to the Game!
Take a look around yourself, and do not be afraid of where you are. Take the time to walk around, get accustomed to your body, and collect any items lying around. Avoid any unknown figures, as they can either be other players or spirits. Either way, encountering either probably will not end in your favour.
Victoria Qiu (9) | Staff Reporter
Lily fidgeted with the bouquet in her hand, rearranging the flowers until they lay in a perfect harmony of lavender and white roses. Setting it down gently, she wandered to the mirror and checked her dress one last time. Besides the lace front tangling, there was almost nothing to be fixed. Before long, she found herself in front of her best friend’s door.
Victoria Qiu (9) | STAFF REPORTER
Have I ever told you about the train that takes you directly to your soulmate?
By Victoria Qiu (9) | STAFF REPORTER
I’ve always loved the city.
Bustling roads with gleaming street lights, the comforting chaos of navigating the crowded streets. The vendors and their stalls, the little cafés and coffee shops, even the crosswalks littered with everyday items. A pack of tissues, some newspaper clippings, occasionally a hair tie or even a bracelet left on the path.
Annabelle Liu (9) | STAFF REPORTER
The moment I said the word to betray our gods, my heart splintered into fiery embers, heart scorched with some sensation I had never felt before. I took it as a sign of my impending doom.
Annabelle Liu (9) | STAFF REPORTER
The rustle of the paper are the leaves in the wind; flowing freely, before the gust abruptly halts. They flip to a stop, gazing at the sinking of the sun. All that is around me is nothing but tranquility at its finest form—the gentle rush of the waves filling my ears, the soft grains of sand warming my feet, the trills of the birds echoing through the sky.
Victoria Qiu (9) | STAFF REPORTER
I step off the train and sit down on a nearby bench, sighing. Glancing at my watch, I estimate around two hours before the next train comes to the station. Two hours of absolutely nothing to do and no one to talk to.
By Victoria Qiu (9) | STAFF REPORTER
Taylor flipped through her family’s albums at her desk. Pages and pages of photos depicting different parts of their lives chronologically ordered. She turned to the beginning of the book once again, eyes resting on her very first photos. Taylor’s first steps, First words! First time at the zoo. So many other pictures stared back at her unblinking, the ghost of her baby smile forever etched in time. So many memories captured on paper, so many capsules into the past. She wiped a stray tear away before turning the pages, watching her entire life unfold in front of her eyes. Photos of her as a toddler, the birth of her baby brother, and soon everything in her life fell into place. Every moment was documented in this album, every event, every smile.