My Worst Halloween Nightmare

            It’s Halloween night and I’m home alone passing out candy. I’ve been passing out candy for quite a while now, probably has been a couple of hours. It’s gotten pretty late and fewer people come to my door the later and darker it gets. Things start to quiet down for the last hour, so I start to wrap things up and grab my things and go back inside. An hour passes, I’ve showered and gotten into my PJ’s starting to get ready to relax and watch a movie. I turn Friday the 13^th on and I’m at the part where it’s silent and you don’t know what’s gonna happen next. All the sudden somebody knocks on my door. I screamed because I expected it to come from the movie, but it was real. All I could see was the outline of a dark creepy shadow through the curtains, I was extremely scared to open it so I acted like I wasn’t home. The knocking started up again after a few minutes. Again, I didn’t answer. A few seconds after the knocking stopped, he left. I was extremely relieved that he was gone and nothing happened. 30 minutes later, I hear three big bangs on the front door now. It’s the same shadow. This time the banging doesn’t stop. I screamed from inside and shouted “I’m not passing candy out anymore! I’m sorry, it’s a bit late!!” The banging stopped. I went to bed and locked all of the windows and doors to make sure I was safe. It’s about 3 A.M and I was sound asleep, and then I heard a door open. I sat up in bed and listened very carefully. Footsteps start, very slowly and light at first. Then they start to make their way up to the stairs and their steps are getting louder, sturdier and closer. Before he could make it up the stairs, I quietly left my room and hid in the heater closet. He makes it up the stairs, I hear him open my door. He grunts and is stomping all over the place. I start to cry and breathe heavily, scared that he will hear, so I cover my mouth, but it’s not much help. He stops in the hallway, in front of my bedroom. He walks slowly and I hear a knife scraping against the wall, he stops again in the hallway now. I can tell he’s right in front of me, I start to breathe too loud. He opens the door and he’s wearing a bull mask with horns. I start to cringe and cry, he takes the mask off. “Callais, find a better hiding spot next time,” my dad said laughing hysterically.

-Callais

Creepy Little Critters

Happens when you least expect it

Always when you’re alone

Little do you know, they watch your every move

Like a hawk watches his prey

Oh how it will scare you so much, you

Will cry and scream

Exhaling so heavily, you could blow yourself away

Even if everybody else tells you its okay, you

Never know how big a spider’s mouth can open to eat you alive!

-Callais Parrish

Patient 103

Patient 103: The Worst of the Worst

            Daniel Fergusson had been locked up in Pembrooke Asylum for three months so far. He was patient number 102 and recently heard that a new patient was to be transferred today. Daniel was a big guy, good-looking, in shape, and a sociopath, who stabbed a few people. But the rumors were that he was the mildest of Pembrooke’s residents. The new guy was said to be the worst of them all. No one was as twisted, as dangerous, as evil as patient 103. When Daniel was reading a book in his room, the door had opened. Three asylum workers brought in a man strapped to a chair, restraining his entire body, and a mask over his face that could only fit a straw; preventing him from biting people. The workers positioned him in the room and promptly left, as if they were scared of him. Patient 103 simply stared at Daniel.

            “Hello Daniel.” He said amazingly calm.

            Daniel gulped and tried to speak, but he was frozen.

            “When you have killed as many people as I have you know fear. Why are you afraid, Daniel?”

            “I know what they use them mask for, creep. Youse a people eater. Why you gotta be paired up with me?”

            “You won’t have to worry about me Daniel, the scum and villainous thugs of this world taste poor. The higher quality person, the richer the taste is. You might as well be undercooked pork left in the desert for days.”

            Daniel went back to reading his book, but the way 103 looked at him made him uneasy. He positioned his book to block the view of 103 and kept reading. He lowered the book after a few moments and 103 was gone. The restraints were undone and he was nowhere to be seen. Daniel was screaming in pure fear and yelling, but the workers ignored him. He saw the protective mask fall from the ceiling and he slowly looked up. There was a light fixture that 103 was hanging from in the white room, and he jumped from it. The last thing Daniel saw was 103 leaping towards him with a maniacal smile and an appetite.

By: Braden Plagge

Directions?

My scariest Halloween nightmare is riding a horse, while the headless pumpkins man is chasing me. I would ride my horse into a wilderness area filled with spiders all over. The headless pumpkin man would also ride into the spider area and gets caught and tangled in the spider web. As he brakes loses, he is covered with spiders and has hairs of web all over. He continues to chases me. He finally caches up to me, grabs me by the arm and takes off his pumpkin head and says …….. “Finally! I just need directions to the Halloween party!”

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Confessions of A New Girl

Confessions of A New Girl
By: Lindsey Beachboard

You often see so many books and TV shows about the “new girl” in school and how her life gets practically flipped around and turned into a big drama fest that will most likely produce a sequel novel or season. Like most things in today’s society, every aspect of social life is dramatized and romanticized to look more appealing to the people viewing so they can temporarily escape from their repetitive and mundane lives.

So when I transferred out of the local, public high school, I expected all hell to break loose. I imagined the world would suddenly come to an end and I would be sucked into a never ending spiral of drama, stress, and angst from both my new and former school. So far, this hasn’t happened. Once actually getting to my new school and settling in, it felt completely normal to me. No mass explosions, no evil teachers who have it out for me, no prissy popular girls coming up to torment me. It was just like that feeling you get when you start a new grade and get different classes; you don’t really know anybody (specifically) in the classes but there aren’t already pre-defined cliques or expectations of you.

Now don’t get me wrong, my old school Peninsula High was a great school, one of the top 100 high schools in the United States. I had a small group of friends there who I still love and hang out with, but they were the only reason I stayed at that school till the end of my sophomore year. It is a gigantic school, more than 3,000 kids in my graduating class, and I already knew a lot of those kids from elementary school and high school. With that being said, there were a lot of room to “accidentally” bump into people you have a bad history with. Lady Luck was obviously not favoring me since I wound up having many classes with people who had a negative impact on my life from earlier years. Couple that with struggling through some personal, family, and emotional problems it made a nasty combo of: “I’m super depressed and I hate my life and this school.” When things continued to go downhill we looked into alternative schools, and SHAZAM we found Fusion.

Now I’m sure I could go on a list all the great things about Fusion, but most of you probably know it since all of the advantages of this school compared to normal public school is pretty obvious once you take a little tour of the campus. However, Fusion is a small school, so social interaction is slightly limited. For someone like me who is a little hesitant about bringing new people into my life (due to past experiences) and being somewhat reserved, I find this to be a much more comfortable and intimate atmosphere.

When I my first day at Fusion began, needless to say I was nervous. I didn’t know anybody or how the school worked, or where to go to the bathroom, how to get signed out, etc. I often scuttled through the hallways trying to avoid excess conversation. But after a few weeks of adjusting, some people came up and invited me to go have lunch with them. This was last week, and so far I’m becoming fairly comfortable and talkative with them. The transition from public to private/alternative is a lot easier (and more natural) than I would have ever thought. I am becoming friendlier with my peers while still maintaining my old friendships back at home. Everything balances out pretty well here at Fusion once you get used to it. I think I’m going to like it here.

Porcelain Doll by Lindsey

Porcelain Doll

 

And another one is lost into the darkness that consumes the girls mind. Yet another pebble thrust into the vast waters that crash in her mind.
Another ripple is created.
It joins with another.
The seemingly small effects meld together, forming a symphony of screams that echo at the basin of her heart.
Her face cracks, clay shards tumble down as the tsunami crashes against the shoreline.
It devours everything it touches.
Nothing remains unscathed.
Her lips fall to the ground
Shattered
Clay floating atop the violent ocean.
There is no calm.
There is no break in the flow.
All is lost.
There is no peace that they all pray for.
It is all, what once was so well hidden, ruined in the wake of disaster.
But so is the life of a porcelain doll.

-Lindsey

Who Am I? by Lindsey

Who Am I?

 

I’m no beauty girl.
I don’t rock no worlds.
I’m no skinny thing.
I’m no beauty queen.
I’ve got no perfect life.
I don’t know why I try.
I’m no straight A gal.
I don’t run this town.
I’m no real cool chick.
I’m no real hot bitch.
I’m nothing special
Nothing new
Nothing pretty
Only used.
I’m the loner girl
Who sits in her chair
With nothing to say
Just a sad, blank stare.
I’m the annoying one
Who stands alone
With no friends to be with
And no use for her phone.
I’m not worth it
I just waste time
I’m not cheery
And have nothing to provide.

There’s a time and a place
Where we all belong
Or so I was told
And believed all along.
I never doubted my place in life
I never doubted what I thought right.
A blind man wandering a busy street
A deaf girl trying to hear her scream
A mute girl practicing how to sing
All insanity
All in me.

 

-Lindsey

 

What I Wish I Would Have Said by Lilla

What I Wish I Would Have Said

Lilla Orme

 

         There are a lot of things I wish I would have said to you. Things I was much too cowardly to say before. I assure you, most of them aren’t pleasant. But that really shouldn’t come as a surprise to you.

            What did you really have against me anyway? I know I never did anything to you. In fact, all I ever did was invite you my house for parties and movie nights. I wanted to be your friend. For a while, I thought I was.  You didn’t take long to correct me, though, did you?

            I’ll never understand the reason that people, especially girls, feel the need to put others down. That’s one thing I wish I would have asked you; Why? Did it make you feel better about yourself? I can’t imagine why you’d need to. You were pretty, and when you weren’t being your evil alter ego, you were actually really nice.

Maybe you just got caught up in the idea of popularity, something else I could never quite figure out. Why on earth would anyone give up real friends who cared and worried about them for girls who were only waiting to stab them in the back and take their place in the food chain.

My Mom told me people like you were jealous, though at the time, I couldn’t figure out what of. I was awkward. My hair was unruly. The boys never seemed to like me the way they liked you.

Back then, I wish I would’ve said I hate you, that I wish I’d never met you. Now, however…now I want to thank you. Because if it wasn’t for you, I wouldn’t have the drive that I have now: to be better, to prove you wrong. I never would have discovered how much I really do have for you to be jealous of.

I also want to say how sorry I feel for you. Because one day, when you’re older, you’re going to wish you had made real friends, wish you had someone to lean on when you feel alone.

Now, many girls like me who’ve experienced girls like you are bitter. They think of the day you’ll need their help because on that day, they’ll turn you down. Lucky for you, that’s not me. If one day you really need my help, I would pick you up, dust you off, and get you back on your feet.

Wait? What? Earlier I said I hated you. What’s going on?

I know you’re confused. I know you expect me to be bitter, but the truth of the matter is I’d help you because it’s the right thing to do, because I’m not vindictive, I don’t enjoy others’ pain.

I can tell what you’re thinking. I can almost hear you saying to yourself, “If that were me I’d….”

But that’s just the thing. That’s just the reason I would lend a hand:

I’m not you.

- Chris Simpson

- Savannah Brookshire

-Meghan

I really liked reading with you.
I liked the way we both sat and read our own books.
You, with your 60s lit.
I once called you pretentious. You agreed.
But we didn't talk much.
We sat and we read.
All summer we read.
Next to each other.
Together.
And then that stopped.
It wasn't huge tragedy.
But i had lent you a lot of books.
I lent you my books and I didn't get them back.

-Meghan

 -Callais

-Rachel

-Meghan

-Rachel

-Shaun

-Rachel