St. Robert CHS Student News
Ray Chen (10) | STAFF REPORTER
I’ve always had a good intuition about other people. Back in middle school, I was called the lie detector, as I could quickly figure out who was lying or not. But my intuition grew tremendously after I started puberty. Suddenly, I could hear what people were thinking about and even be able to share their senses. It was kind of annoying as even when I wasn’t trying to hear anything, I could still feel other people’s emotions.
Ma and I love having different currencies. Whenever she came back from supermarkets, she would swear loudly about how she’s been slain by the prices. She complained about an apple priced at six. Every time I had to ask her five consecutive questions before she finally admitted that it’s six yuan, not six dollars. I thought so. She was a person smarter than the super-marketers, graduated with accounting degrees, much more big-brained than people would imagine her to be. Marketers don’t stand a chance with her. She loves Zhan-Pian-Yi: taking advantage of discounts and cheaper stuff. I am not speaking ill of her, because Zhan-Pian-Yi could sometimes be of great quality, but gosh it was annoying when she complained about prices. She hated the price but bought five apples. Who’s being a hypocrite?
Sighing, Tom fell down backward onto his bed. “Another day in this never-ending quarantine.” He rolled over and hugged his pillow, “Ahh I wish it would end already. A two-week break turned into a year of boredom.” Tom closed his eyes and went to sleep.
Rachel Yan (10) | STAFF REPORTER
I regarded the dark green metal box before me. It stood on its concrete slab base, and reached almost up to my shoulder in height. Stepping closer, I put my hands on the metal knobs of the two doors in its front, and grasped them firmly. I knew that this was dangerous; I had seen the warning signs reading “Do not open” and “Danger: High voltage”, but I had to see for myself. This was forbidden knowledge that I couldn’t resist any longer.
Whenever I am sitting in the basement
with eyes fixated on the computer screen
my ears will begin twitching, and that’s probably because of
toilet rush, kitchen cut, and the cars collecting neighborhood trash
Rachel Yan (10) | STAFF REPORTER
Logan and Keig stood on a beach of finely ground black glass shards. The beach gave way to a sea of darkened gasoline that stretched all the way to the horizon, where the black ocean met an acrid red sky.
Rachel Yan (10) | STAFF REPORTER
Bettie rested upon the metal bar, looking down at the asphalt far below and listening to the rushing traffic. The darkness obscured her already incorporeal form.
Rachel Yan (10)| STAFF REPORTER
The governor paced across his office. He had just done an interview as part of his campaign to upgrade the district’s electrical sector. When asked about reasons for this redesign, what could he do, but spout the usual lines about supporting the environment?
A headset was removed from my head. I blinked, and a person gradually formed in front of me.
“How was it? It’s pretty realistic isn’t it?” the person exclaimed.
Ray Chen (10) | STAFF REPORTER
“Hurry up, John.” Mark was looking back, waiting for me to catch up. We had gone hiking for an hour, and I was already starting to feel the beginnings of weariness. I jogged up to him and we started walking again.