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Never Be Ready by Ali Neace

Posted: September 9, 2009 by aneace in Allie

I’m not ready to go.

I’m not ready to leave

The comfort of my home

And my family.

Will you make it without me?

You don’t want,

But I know you can.

I don’t want to either.

We knew it was inevitable that I had to go eventually.

Only time can tell what the future holds,

 But until then,

I’m not ready to go.

I’m afraid I won’t be successful,

And I know you’ll always be supportive,

But I’m still afraid of what my come

When I’m on my own.

I know I’ll have to grow up fast,

But I’m still not ready to leave

The comfort of my home

And my family.

Sorry… by Ashley

Posted: September 9, 2009 by ramblingnurse93 in Ashley

Well, I don’t really relate to this piece much, but I can speak of those whom I feel I have hurt in some way or another.

This is slightly pathetic but… I’m sorry for that message; I really shouldn’t have said that… and although you were originally the rude one, I still feel the need to say “I’m sorry.” It’s my human nature. We were just friends, but it still somewhat saddens me to know that we used to talk online on a daily basis and occasionally in person. Now we don’t speak at all.
Hmm oh well, I guess the feeling’s mutual between us now.


This is to the point, no need to beat around the bushes. I’m sorry for never saying goodbye. It hurts deep deep down to know that I’ll never get the chance again. To see pictures of you, it hurts. I’m sorry for taking for taking your presence for granted, assuming you’d always be there. That, obviously, wasn’t the case.
& I’m sorry for that.


I could apologize to many more people, but we don’t want to be here all day. Some people don’t even deserve my sympathy or apologizes… but once again, it comes to with one’s human nature; sometimes I just can’t help but to be nice all the time.
& I don’t suppose that’s a bad thing either. I guess you could say I’m the antagonist on the other side of this poem, finally ‘fessing up and trying to make peace or things mutual among one another.

Prefect Time of Day by Robbie

Posted: September 9, 2009 by rmgrove in Robbie

Morning is
a tile floor
cold even under feet with socks
footsteps in a deafening silence

a kitchen window
thick fog covers everything
the sun, barley breaking through

Dad swinging on the porch
sharing a bag of potato chips
scattered moos in the distance

a section of grass
gleaming in a ray of sunlight

a warm summer breeze
blowing the porch swing
back and forth

my mom
my sister
sleeping in the house

a breeze that carries
the smell of pine trees
so strong

the birds in the trees
chirping with excitement
a new day is here

Word of advice to all… by Ashley

Posted: September 9, 2009 by ramblingnurse93 in Ashley


Years ago, my friend had this wacky idea of going to a middle school baseball game at Whitman.. She told me it was a varsity game because she knew that was the only one that we’d want to watch.. Well, we soon found out it was JV but decided to stay for the game anyway..

As the game went on, we had became fairly tired and hardly anyone was in the stand.. So I decided to call my mother to come and pick us up.. I had clearly forgotten she had my dad’s truck, and her phone nor his was in there w/ her.. I finally got an answer at the house and told my dad to come and get us..

10 minutes passed, 20 minutes passed – still no Dad.. I was getting kind of worried..

I get a hold of Mom to come and get us.. She comes and gets us, furious as can be.. I allowed Jenna to sit up front with her while I sat in the back.. I soon find out that my dad was looking for me at Logan’s baseball field, not Whitman’s.. He didn’t know where we were; he didn’t have his phone on him either.. He searched all over the place..

We came home, and all we could do was to wait until he came home..
Until that time, we were just out of luck..

He came home – finally..
And everything was actually good among us all.. Well, not at first but it eventually got to that state..

He was glad to see Jenna and I safe & sound..

So word of advice to all kids: always verify with your parents/guardians where you are going.. Whether it be up the street or down the road.. Doesn’t matter – If not, you might very well end up in a situation like so.. And believe me, you do not want that..

Gone (revised) by Kari Back

Posted: September 9, 2009 by kariface in Kari

You thought you’d always have it;

            it would always be there.

    You were wrong.

You remember its gifts,

                  its wonderful surprises,

            its twists and turns.

You remember its harsh lessons,

     its brutal trials,

            its enlightening experiences.

Without it, you feel nothing like you used to.

Your disposition is a day in October;

            warm and sunny one minute,
   cold and bitter the next.

You want so much to be back on that rollercoaster ride;

            to feel the winds of love and laughter surround you once again.

Some lose it quickly,

                     some hold on to it for dear life.

Those who have it take it for granted,

    neglecting to savor every last drop.

Those without it can only dream of its beauty.


You tried to hold on,

                 but now you’ve realized your childhood is gone.

Adventure by Ali Neace

Posted: May 18, 2009 by aneace in Allie

     We decided to take a hike up the mountain. We had done it many times before. The air was humid, typical for a mid-summer’s day. I was aggravated because my nan made me wear sweatpants; I was prone to get poison ivy every time I thought about that waxy four-leafed plant.

     The mountains called to me, however, and I could complain no longer. We started up the path behind my nan’s house: I knew we were in for an adventure, even if we had to make our own. We passed headstones and plastic flowers on our way, for the graveyard was the path.

     Our hike continued in companionable silence most of the time. Eventually we reached the facing of a giant rock formation. We pulled out our rope and pretended to be rock climbers. Once on top, we rested on the edge, looking down on the world we would soon have to re-enter. The orange sun was starting to go down, so we took the fastest route down the mountain. And that was sliding down on our behinds, tons of fallen leaves to cushion.

     When we finally reached our destination, which was the faded bluish-gray house, my nan made me wash off, but she should have known sweatpants wouldn’t keep the oil from that fiendish plant off of me. The itch was nothing new to me, so I put anti-itch cream on and tried not to scratch. Of course my cousin didn’t get it. She was always the lucky one when it came to things like that.

controversial topic by Kelli

Posted: May 18, 2009 by kelliakers in Kelli

Hunting is now such a controversial topic. Its either people 100% disagree, 100% agree, or could honestly care less. I, however, agree with hunting. I love the watching the excitement rise from people from the preparation, scouting, and the final hunt. It’s all so common to me. My dad has hunted for as long as I can remember; I guess someone could say I was raised in the sticks. But, I can’t call myself a hunter, because I’ve only went squirrel hunting a couple times and I was too loud and never killed anything. I can see hunting in my future one day though, especially with a bow. Not so much a gun; they scare me. The pulling back of the string, release on my wrist, finger on the trigger ready to pull. It’s all such a rush to me.