St. Robert CHS Student News
Rachel Yan (11) | STAFF REPORTER
Today was his eightieth try to board the plane.
Jeff had been trying to catch a very specific flight for the past half a year. It happened every 48 hours; the location and departure time always changed, and he had to find the plane anew each time. Sometimes it was in the morning and sometimes it was at night. After every failure, Jeff went back to his motel – he checked in to a new one each week – to plan for the next attempt.
Rachel Yan (11) | STAFF REPORTER
Meghan was roused from her sleep by a series of sharp pinging noises. She opened her eyes to see another pebble hit her bedroom window.
Rachel Yan (11) | STAFF REPORTER
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I once had a friend named Arianna.
Is that the right way to start a confession?
Rachel Yan (11) | STAFF REPORTER
The plants rustled restlessly as the door swung open. A pair of feet came into view, descending the stairs. They belonged to a young girl of seven or eight, followed by a boy of the same age.
Rachel Yan (11) | STAFF REPORTER
Every few years in Elias’s village, a young adult between the ages of 20 and 25 would disappear in the middle of the night. The disappearances were normal, and no one was surprised.
Ahou Naderpour Ardestani (11) | STAFF REPORTER
As a paranoid homebody, I was quick to come up with excuses when my friend Sophie asked me if I wanted to join her family for camping. It’s easy to give people excuses, but fully convincing yourself is a bit trickier. The real reason I immediately dismissed the idea was because my life revolves around schedules and worries and to-do lists and a deep, desperate desire for organization. Two days away from home? Without access to my pantry of food, drawers of clean clothes, and pages of lists? Unimaginable.
Emily Yang (11) | STAFF REPORTER
2:30 am.
Turning from the clock, I sighed at the open mess of a suitcase before me. I had started packing at around midnight.
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.