St. Robert CHS Student News
Emily Yang (11) | STAFF REPORTER
The chimes sounded as we pushed our way in through the doors. I took a long stride forward into the bookstore. Eyelids drooping, I inhaled deeply, filling my lungs with the scent of dust, paper, and aged book covers. My comfort spot. From behind me, Mavi strolled towards the shelves lining the walls.
Emily Yang (11) | STAFF REPORTER
Mary Lynn, 35 years old, a widow. Her past seven years had been but a slow, excruciating deterioration of her individuality. She looked old for her age, prematurely shriveled by the passion of grief. Her face showed an unapproachable solemnity with a burden of sadness.
Dane Recaido (11) | STAFF REPORTER
A chill crawled down my spine as I fought back the burning waves of despair that weaved and encircled my heart. It took my breathe away, leaving a dull thrum of the lingering reminder of the loss I let slip through my fingers. I was powerless against it as I watched the burning flames engulf the building with unnerving restraint.
Emily Yang (11) | STAFF REPORTER
This morning, I fully prepared to be absorbed in my book for the whole ride. Though it was a reread, it was one of my all time favorites.
Dane Recaido (11) | STAFF REPORTER
The jingling of bells reverberated softly around town. Faint beams of lights twinkled around the balconies of the passing houses. A flurry of snow blew in from the east as it gently blanketed the ground.
Angie Yan (9) | STAFF REPORTER
Paisley usually never believed in good luck charms, but her hair ribbon was an exception.
Annabelle Wong Hin Sang (10) | STAFF REPORTER
Exactly one year ago, the house on the hill burned down – I think I’m the only one who remembers.
Emily Yang (11) | STAFF REPORTER
I’ve always had something more to do. Another thing, goal, task, place to be. I’ve always known what the next step would be. So you’d understand when I say I’m feeling lost beyond return right about now. My college graduation was three days ago. I was supposed to have some corporate job lined up for me the second I flipped the tassel to the other side. I’ll never forget how I felt at that moment, standing on the stage.
Emily Yang (11) | STAFF REPORTER
Oh, if I could run away and live among the trees and the deer.
Dane Recaido (11) | STAFF REPORTER
The stage was set.
Dancers were rehearsing while the backstage crew mounted props onto the cold brick walls. The floor was swept in wisps of glitter-encrusted cotton that was used to resemble the twinkling snow under a clear night sky. Painted wood was used to assemble the undaunting castle that settled directly centre of the stage.