St. Robert CHS Student News
Sophia Liu (9) | STAFF REPORTER
A candle flickered dimly inside the old log cabin; the only source of light for miles. By the window, an old man sat on a sturdy wooden chair. Pen in hand, he lay hovered over a large pile of yellowed paper.
Emily Yang (11) | STAFF REPORTER
Wake up at the crack of dawn to the irritating sound of an alarm. Brush my teeth, wash my face, get dressed. Evaluate. How am I feeling? Who do I want to be today? The answer is almost always the same. Put on the foreign yet familiar veil of someone bright and bubbly. Avoid mirrors at all costs.
Angie Yan (9) | STAFF REPORTER
Ever since she was little, Eloise had always felt drawn to the seaside.
Annabelle Wong Hin Sang (9) | STAFF REPORTER
The man turns his gaze to the smoky skies. It’s the same sky he wakes up to, and the same one he sees before drifting to sleep after hours of forcing himself awake. He cups his calloused hands together, holding them out as grey ash slowly drifts towards what is left of their barren planet.
Ahou Naderpour Ardestani (11) | CREATIVE WRITER
I take out a crisp white sheet of paper and start my letter:
Dane Recaido (11) | STAFF REPORTER
In one moment, my feet were firmly planted over freshly-cleaned hardwood floors and the next, a dusty outline of a window appeared below my feet and pulled me down. My hands stretched out, trying to grasp onto a ledge or even a crevice. But my body twisted and tumbled, seeming to bump into every invisible force in the abyss of blue that resembled the depths of the ocean.
Rachel Yan (11) | STAFF REPORTER
The lamp cast a warm golden circle of light over the scattered sheets of paper. I tapped my pen on the wooden desk to a slow beat, trying to focus on the calculations before me.
Clare Wu (11) | STAFF REPORTER
The first time, they’re 10, and his pet hamster lies dead on the pavement. There are tire-track blood stains tracing to Casey’s firetruck red bicycle. Casey says that it was an accident, Lucas knows it wasn’t. He cries, but he tells his parents that he lost his hamster. He loved him, but he loves his sister more.
Rachel Yan (10) | STAFF REPORTER
“I think we’re late,” Lisa said to Justin as they stepped into the old chapel.
Rachel Yan (10) | STAFF REPORTER
I pulled my jacket tighter as the wind blew. It was late evening already, and I cursed my decision to take the small street that led around the outskirts of town. It was narrow and saw little traffic, with a car rushing by only once in a while at this evening time.