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Laya Grace Aichle will be attending Oceanside
                                                                          High School after the summer with her
                                                                          identical twin sister, Lana. She's been writing
                                                                          ever since she was in second grade and enjoys
                                                                          watching and performing in Musical theater.
                                                                          She’s practiced and perfected her writing in
                                                                          countless Google docs and is honored to present
                                                                          a new piece to the public again through San
                                                                          Diego Woman’s Magazine! She hopes readers
                                                                          find her writing inspiring, like she did when
                                                                          she was younger. Learning from other authors
                                                                          through their stories, books, and tips helped
                                                                          guide Laya’s writing, and she feels truly blessed
                                                                          to share it with you again! She thanks you all
                                                                          for this incredible opportunity!








                                                                          The Lotus



                                                                          Flower and


                                                                          the Ghost





                                                                          By Laya Grace Aichle, 14


                                                                                he bus struggled to surge ahead, the ride
                                                                                becoming bumpy from the uneven roads. The
                                                                          T quiet teen sat by one of the many windows.
                                                                          Near the back of the bus, his eyes were turned down
                                                                          toward his cell phone, which he used to change his
                                                                          music. With his bulky headphones on and his back-
                                                                          pack on the seat next to him, he seemed very anti-so-
                                                                          cial. After carefully placing the phone in the pocket
                                                                          of his bag, he pulled out a familiar sketchbook—the
                                                                          one he doodles in every day on his journey from the
                                                                          bus to another destination. Most of the others seated
                                                                          on the bus never give him a second glance.
                                                                              I stood nearest to the door on the crowded bus.
                                                                          My eyes couldn’t help but be drawn to him. I felt
                                                                          guilty. I should really have thanked him the other
                                                                          day. Instead, I ran off the bus and am now sentenced
                                                                          to a lifetime of watching him at a distance. It was
                                                                          driving me crazy. Talking to someone shouldn’t be so

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