St. Robert CHS Student News
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.
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.
Angie Yan (9) | STAFF REPORTER
Paisley usually never believed in good luck charms, but her hair ribbon was an exception.
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.
Ahou Naderpour Ardestani (11) | STAFF REPORTER
There was a time when trees would grow one of two ways. Some were planted by humans and grew under strong, kind hands, giving them water when there was no rain and getting them all kinds of nutritious soils and fertilizers. Their days were filled with chirping chickens, chatty sheep, and farmers’ songs, and that’s how they learned to talk. Others were born in the wild, breathed in that forest morning on their first day, then had critters dangling from their branches and bugs and larvae crawling up and into them soon as they were thick as a wrist. They were home to the birds, bugs, and beasts and learned their language.
Angie Yan (9) | STAFF REPORTER
Somewhere in the countryside, a ribbon of cobblestone trail lead into a wide clearing up ahead.
Rachel Yan (11) | STAFF REPORTER
I close my textbook and stand up. Discreetly grab the edge of the desk as I nearly lose my balance.
Dane Recaido (11) | STAFF REPORTER
My eyes slowly peeled open as the piercing rays of the sun shone through the draped curtains of my room. Sleep weighed heavily on my eyelids and my fatigued body refused to budge. Yet the loud chirping from outside is what pulled me from my slumber.