Whiner

Life is a rolling stone
I hope i have that stone
So i will throw at their's head
At people who rage their mind
Worrying something you actually could bear

You complaint about leakly washbasin
You complaint about your bucks
You complaint about sweet in your soda
You compaint about the sun shines too bright
No wonder,  you'll complaint about the angel

Hei whiners
Hei liar
Dont you get tired
Of your own shitty words and
Nasty
Tongue

Was a Girl..

Was a Girl

By Austin - Senior 3

Humans are feeble creatures, falling under simple pressure, fragile mammals which only forte is thinking bit more than other animals, but with the brains easily tinkered, memories swallowed.

No one could understand why she failed up to turn up, yesterday, not even today, nobody could understand, or even seemed to ever know who she was anymore, it pains me deeply to think about how people just forget about her completely, her shades, her face, her smile, her presence just vanished like that, I don’t know how they could ever forget…… or how only I ever know her, only I, who knew she had ever existed on this planet earth, but in truth, I knew nothing, my memories were vague, I only knew that she was just a girl, and that I had a deep relationship with her, something more than bonds I had with my friends, or even my family. But I can’t remember anything other than that; it’s all jumbled up in my brain. The more I think about it, the more darkness elopes me in its cold embrace. The only warm thing is the dip of water coming out of my deep blue eyes which only can see the dark corners of this small cubic I call home. The tremble, the shivering as I crossed my arms and grip my shoulders like there’s no tomorrow for me. My mouth shudders as my teeth force themselves towards each other. I felt a deep scream coming from within my lungs, feeling like my heart is blank, empty…… each drip of tears coming out of my eyes triggered a slicing action in my heart, it feels like something is enveloping me in the darkness of the room. Cold mist came out as I let out a small delicate breath. The slow tick of the clock caused me to fear for each second. Fear of eating my memories. Time is the mistress of pain. As the day comes to night, the drowsiness ate me up, feeding on my consciousness which slowly fades as I slowly doze off under the clear night sky.

    I opened my eyes, feeling heavy, dried snot in my nose and a line of dried tears on both sides of my cheeks. I sucked up the snots and bring my body up, feeling a little bit dead inside. It’s like a hangover but quite not. I tried to recall why I cried last night, why, how, what, everything, anything, it’s just not coming back to me at all. A phrase “why she failed to turn up today” is just there, the voice in my head whispers to me. I feel like its something really important, getting up from my bed towards the cold floor, I wrote it down on the memo on the desk beside my bed and goes for a warm shower to maybe clear my drowsy mind.  As I was showering, the voices keep coming, louder now “nobody understands why she failed to turn up today.” I really feel like I miss something or someone in this regard. I just feel like I need to do something today, just an impulse.

The essay is written by Austin senior 3. Generally, he is a nice boy despite playing game a lot every time. Moreover, he wrote this for his Midtest-Writing test. What was the prompt ? Well, I asked him to put this sentence " No one could understand why she failed up to turn up", and he has composed it pretty well. It touches my heart a bit by the suffering of the main character; a point that is usually used as a consideration for marking a story. The essay he made, leaves the readers with a mystery inside which probably most people would think that the vague character inside was his mother or lover.