By Gavin P As unfortunate as it is, the end is one of the most necessary things in life. It is a great measure of how much something truly means to us, by how we react when it inevitably comes to a close. I never realized how much I would miss being at Grove, I always thought that four years was far too long, like I was stuck in place for all of high school. In reality, I never really gave school a fair shot, something that I regret. The most important thing that Grove taught

By Meghan R If we could talk to our past self what would we say would we listen or tell would we shelter or leave defenseless is it protection or denial all the yelling hiding running away if we could talk to our past self would they believe the words we told them would they want the truth that the struggle doesn’t just vanish that there isn’t always a fairytale ending if we could talk to our past self do you think you would sugarcoat reality like the powdered doughnut we rel

By Courtney R Alice climbed off the tree in the backyard. She slipped off the branch like honey on a spoon. So gracefully her skirt flew up like an open umbrella. She calmly smoothed her skirt down with her hands. She started walking across a large green field filled with wildflowers and animals. Crickets chirped in the afternoon light. She brushed her hands against the tall grass and breathed in a sigh of relief. She hummed a little song under her breath. "The grass is gr

By Ava B Since she could remember, she never fit in, Like a puzzle piece looking in the wrong place She walked past the lockers, Saw the people laughing, Holding her notebook, Looking at the floor, With tears in her eyes. She didn’t have anyone to laugh with She goes home sad everyday All she wants is sweet, reliable, friends That she can laugh with. She never feels like she is in the right place When she gets home is sit on her beanbag Although the only thing she has

By Eli B all i can think about is what i want to be anything just not me. i want my wounds to mend and i want to be your friend my head is distorted and im emotionally extorted im drained and im in pain i want to be like you and i dont even know you it’s a strange feeling all the emotional reeling i hope the emotional lying and stealing turns into finding and healing

By Christa S I can see you hold back tears as I walk down the isle This time not in a white dress but in a flowing blue gown This time I am not pantomiming a bouquet of flowers but a document of sucsess I will come back even if at the time we don't know when The butterflies in my stomach are birds I am terrified to leave my nest and fly into the big blue sky If I am ever sad and need to remember my past I have memories saved back to you You and I fit together like a puzzle a

By Finn W Meet me at the old swing set With your shirt untucked and your hair left down Find me hiding in the dandelions Split their stems in half to make a crown Tell me a secret In nothing but your dressing gown Barefoot by the water Tell me why your mom left town Meet me at the old swing set With your shoes untied We’ve all heard the rumors Never been too good with crowds I think your house is haunted You can tiptoe without a sound Tell me a secret Pretend times

By Bella K Laughter, laughter, laughing at her, Her clothes, her skin, I’m just superior, Superior to all, superior with glory, but superior to myself? Now, that’s a different story. Laughter gets louder, checks get brighter, Only a few more words till she’s left in the fire. “Oh how ugly you are” the words cut her deep, Stitches are temporary, scars are to keep. She runs, runs far, far away from the crowd, She covers her ears, the thoughts stay loud. Here I am, home once a

By Avery R If I leave before I wake, I pray my soul that none will take I pray my tongue remains my own that my voice and words stay set in tone I pray my face stays brown and wide that the color of soil remains my eyes If I leave before I wake I pray I stay myself for goodness sake

Short Story by Sunny B I've just sat down on the bus, the school bell still ringing in my ears, when it jerks into motion. As I feel the concrete parking lot turn into a dirt road, I try putting my backpack on my lap, but regret sets in fast as pain jolts up my leg. I squeeze my jaw tight as the events of today's gym class come back to the forefront of my head. My eyes dart across the room, unable to focus as the sounds of yelling and sneakers squeaking fill my ears. A bas