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If You Could See What Others Are Thinking
by Elise Olson
“Hi Mrs. Hobbs! What are we doing today?” said Alicia. “Well, I was thinking that we were going to write a story. What do you think of that?” Mrs. Hobbs asked. “I think that would be a great idea! I love to write stories! They make you think then think so much that you just want to keep writing!” exclaimed Alicia. “Now that I’m thinking about it more, how about all of you write a story about seeing what people are thinking,” said Mrs. Hobbs.
“Okay, class. Today as you see on the board. We are going to be writing about if you were able to see what other people are thinking,” as Mrs. Hobbs was passing out the papers. Sabella raised her hand. “What do you need Sabella?” asked Mrs. Hobbs. “Well I was wondering… what… if… never mind,” Sabella answered. “Ok then,” replied Mrs. Hobbs.
Alicia was thinking, what would really happen if I could see what people were thinking? Wait! Alicia tried. She can actually see what people are thinking! “Wow, this is amazing!” yelled Alicia. “Whoa, quiet down Alicia, you don’t need to scream. And, what was so amazing?” asked Mrs. Hobbs. “Well, just that I can see what people are thinking. Here, Mrs. Hobbs, think about something. And I will tell you what you are thinking about,” Alicia replied. Mrs. Hobbs started thinking. Alicia looked at her and went deep into her brain. “Mrs. Hobbs?” Alicia asked. “You are thinking of going to the zoo with the class, right?” “Yes, how did you know Alicia?” Mrs. Hobbs Replied. “Well, I guess I just can tell,” answered Alicia.
That night at home, Alicia could tell that her brother Jonathan liked a girl. Her name was Lizzie. He thought that she was pretty, cute, and much more. Alicia walked down stairs. She said “Mom, did you know that Jonathan likes a girl named Lizzie?” “No, I did not. How do you know?” Mom asked. Alicia replied, “Well... there's this weird thing that... I can, do. I can tell what people are thinking. I know what you are thinking right now. All they have to do is be somewhere where I can see them and think of something. I looked at Jonathan secretly and got what he was thinking. He was thinking about how she looked and how much he liked her.” “Well then, what am I thinking?” questioned Mom. “Hmmm… You are thinking that this is not real life right now,” answered Alicia. Mom was curious and asked, “How…….. can… you… do… that?” Alicia said, “I have no idea.”
Alicia went to her room and got ready for bed. “Goodnight Mom!” said Alicia. Mom was too tired to answer. Now I can relax and not worry about anything for the night. “Oh, wait!” exclaimed Alicia. “I have to write 3 more pages for Mrs. Hobbs. No, I’m going to die!”
The next morning, Alicia had forgotten about it. She went to school like normal, went to all of her classes, her last class was … Mrs. Hobbs. “Good Afternoon Mrs. Hobbs!” Alicia said happily. “Alicia,” Mrs. hobbs wanted her attention, “Do you have your 4 page story for me to be turned in?” Alicia was scared to say no, so she said, “Well, I was super busy last night. I didn’t have time to get it done because I was helping watch my siblings.” Next, Alicia mumbled, “I.. don’t.. have.. any.. siblings.. to..watch.” “What?” Mrs. Hobbs Wondered. “Well, just that I thought that I was going to remember to do it this morning,” Alicia replied.
Alicia went home. “Mom, I forgot to write the 4 page story. I don’t know what to do,” Alicia said grumpily. “Well… there is this story you made, you could use some of it,” replied Mom. “Oh my gracious! That is my story! Wait… when did I write that? Did you write that Mom?” Alicia said. Mom answered, “I did not write it. I found it laying on the table this morning at about 5:30.” “Thank-you Mom! You are amazing!” screamed Alicia
Alicia went to school excited that she has her story! “Good Morning Mrs. Hobbs! I have my story today. I did it last night without knowing it,” said Alicia. “That is so great!” replied Mrs. Hobbs. “Mrs. Hobbs, my story is about how I can see what people are thinking,” Alicia said all excited and getting to her seat. That day in class, they shared their stories. They thought Alicia’s was the best story.
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Run Away
by Ashley Ramirez - Marcelino
I stand on the shore. The warmth of the sand embracing my bare feet. The wind whips at my hair, flowing in the current of the wind in front of me. The beautiful sunset; the bright yellow sun sinking behind the mountains, the sky dyeing itself in purple, red, orange, and a faint blue. The clouds streaming in the sky in white puffiness.
Faint little stars start appearing and dotting the sky. So beautiful, yet so far away. I swallow all of my troubles, all of my shame. Wet, warm tears start forming in my eyes. Waves crash against the shore; beating against the jagged rocks. Salt water sprays my face.
A lump hangs in my throat, my nose runs with warm mucus. My vision starts getting blurry, all of the colors mix together into a horrible colored gray. I open my mouth and start taking in deep breaths of air. The cool crisp, sea warm air filling my lungs. I blink my eyes a couple of minutes.
My vision clears, but I still see something wrong with the scenery. The colors have no meaning, my feelings feel like a distant dream, and the moment no longer feels special. All of the happiness and calmness has been drained, leaving not even a single drop behind. I gag for air, choking, as if someone were to have their hands around my neck, strangling me to death. My hands ball up into fist.
I look into the sun, my eyes burning up in flames. I look into the horizon, wondering what lays ahead. Was their happiness and no regrets beyond that point, or was there more pain and misery? I turn my head to the right, clutching my hands in fist, my head bowing down, my eyes squeezed together so to not let any tears escape. Then I open my eyes. I catch something. A pair of coffee brown feet. No sandals. I turn my gaze towards them. My body relaxes, there is less tension in the air, my hands open, and I’m not shaking.
I see a young woman. Her skin silky smooth, dark brown hair streaming behind her back, her soft brown eyes twinkling with happiness. She wore a smile on her face with jean shorts and a white blouse. She looks to young a man, her eyes twinkling even brighter. She smiles a delicate smile.
He was tall with white pearly colored skin. He tilted his head to the left to move his dark brown bangs out of his eyes. He had sea green eyes with depth in them. He flashes a smile, then grabs her by the waist. Her eyes softened, her mouth hangs wide open.
He tilts his head coming in closer towards her face. Then his lips collide with hers. She closes her eyes and wraps her hands around his back. He places both of his hands onto her waist. I turn my head to the ocean; now glistening with colors of purple, red, orange, neon green, and a blue.
My body starts trembling. My legs shake madly, feeling weak, unable to sustain my weight. I collapsed onto the sandy shore. I close my eyes, biting my tongue. I remember.
I gasp, biting my tongue even harder, thick sweet blood filling my mouth.
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I remember, Thomas. He was sitting here, next to me. His warm shoulder rubbing against mine, sending a hot rush through my entire body. His brown eyes focused on the setting sun. His eyes were twinkling and he was smiling.
I looked toward the horizon and saw the sun going down, dying in the west. The bright pearly moon rising in the sky. Stars started popping out, dotting the night sky. The waves crashed and sprayed the shore with salty water. The sky was red around the moon, the sky dyeing itself in purple and gold.
The waves were gold and bright red. “It’s extraordinary,” I had said. He looked at me. His eyes twinkling even brighter.
“Not as extraordinary as you.” He had said with a smile. He looked toward the horizon and frowned. I had thought if he had meant what he said. Was he regretting it, or had it all been a mistake?
“I want to make the best out of this moment, with you,” he said. He grabbed my hand. His warmth wrapping around my fingers and palm. He looked towards me. He came in closer.
His face coming in towards mine. My heart had been beating madly. I thought I would have a heart attack. His warm soft lips connected with mine. A warm feeling exploded over my chest, something I had never felt before.
He wrapped his hands around my waist. The warmth of his hands settling on my waist. I felt a rush of hot fire burning through my body. It melted away all of my troubles, I forgot everything. My mind just focused on the moment.
I closed my eyes and extended my hands to his face. I tasted chocolate from the warm gooey s'mores we had eaten. The urge of not wanting to let go of his lips consumed me. The sweetness mixed in with our saliva. I wanted more.
His lips interlocked with mine. Our heads tilted in rhythm. The kiss started getting slower. He let go of my lips. I felt a rush of coldness go through my body, as if someone had ripped out something from me, that I was now missing.
I opened my eyes, he was looking at me. His hands were still on my waist. He was blushing and I felt my face burning up into flames. His eyes twinkled. “I love you.”
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