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Horizon 2017
3DS’S Lament
I am creative and fun.
I wonder how many still care about me. I hear talking of a new age.
I see my life coming to an end.
I am creative and fun.
I pretend I won’t be replaced when the future arrives. I feel I may have already been replaced.
I touched the lives of many when I first arrived.
I worry that end is inevitable.
I cry when I am able to open up.
I am creative and fun.
I understand things must change.
I say I don’t mind.
I dream someone will always play with me.
I try to be the best I can be.
I hope I will still mean something in five years. I am creative and fun.
Izaak Whisler ’17
The Never Ending Sunday
Unfortunately it was Sunday night, every teens least favorite day of the weekend. This just means school starts again bright and early at 8am sharp. Naturally, I saved all my homework for Sunday night because who likes being responsible. Not me that’s for sure. It was finally time to go to bed and I closed my heavy eyelids and drifted to la la land. I woke up the next morning and in my groggy, half awake state I started getting ready for school. I was sitting eating my everyday breakfast of Boo-Berry cereal.
I loved it’s ghost mascot even though it was mid February and Halloween has long since past. I finish getting ready and without noticing, put my pants on backwards and walk to the bus stop. I couldn’t tell you how long I was standing there in the bitter cold before deciding school isn’t worth it and I went back home. Finally getting my morning coffee in me I have a better sense of where I am. I check my phone for it to say it’s still Sunday.
I was convinced my older brother was playing jokes on me, or was he? Now that I think about it I hadn’t seen my brother at all when I was getting ready. I see him every morning. I began to search the house only to find that I was the only one here. There was no note and no trace of where they could have gone. I figured they went out for the day and I happily crawled back into bed. After sleeping for another measly nine hours I woke up fully refreshed. Again, I searched the house and still no sign of my family. I checked my phone and still it said Sunday. Am I forced to live in this perpetual feeling of dread. Always worrying that tomorrow I’ll wake up and have school. But, knowing me I’ll probably get used to it. On the bright side no school and no family I finally got what I always wanted... right? My happiness quickly turned sour as I began to miss my family. Shocking I know, what teenaged boy would actually miss his family. All
I wanted now was for my family to come home. I crawled into bed one final time and slowly closed my eyes hoping to escape this never ending Sunday. My eyes slowly shut as I wished this eternal hell away.
Lost In My Head
When I was asleep they bagged my head and I was shipped home, or so
I thought. When the bag was finally removed I was in a dark room with a single light above me. All I could see was a small circle of light. This small area of light became my realm of existence. How many days had gone by? What time is it? When am I going to eat or drink? These are the questions I asked myself. I was tied to a chair drenched in sweat as my hair began to cover my eyes. I could feel the cold grasp of giving up begin take hold of my mind and body. I heard something move in the darkness beyond. Or maybe it was more than one somethings, I don’t know. I began to hear voices. The voices, don’t get me started on the voices. Shouting, always shouting until I couldn’t take it anymore. I continued to struggle, pulling at the ropes that were binding me to this prison. Until finally, the chair fell over and I landed on my side.
“Now what were you planning to do once you escaped?” A voice said in amusement.
“Who are you? Where are you?” I said in desperation.
A gentle voice said, “Leave him alone can’t you tell he’s had a rough day.”
Finally, a third and final voice said, “C’mon you got this! Don’t give up! You’re almost there!”
I was so very confused until eventually three figures appeared from the darkness. But, these were not just any figures. Stepping into the light one by one until they all appeared. I was frozen with confusion and terror.
My eyes fell upon three identical copies of myself. The one on the left began to yell at me with harsh and crude words. I came to know this one as Anger. Anger’s words filling me with rage and embarrassment at the same time. While Anger was yelling at me, the one in the middle tried to calm him down. I called this one Peace. Listening to the soft and gentle voice of Peace filled me with an inner peace. Finally, the one on the right began to yell words of encouragement. I called this one Hope. These words of encouragement filled me with a sense of hope. I tried to get my two cents into the matter but it was no use. They were yelling to loudly. Until finally, they all began to say in unison, “You must chose your path. Who will you follow?” Thinking about this carefully. I decided to follow the path of Peace. My bonds were released and I began to follow Peace. While walking into the open arms of Peace, his image changed to that of a Grim Reaper. Instead of fighting, I welcomed it as an old friend and was greeted with the image of a person in a hospital bed with his heart rate coming to a stop. I made the realization, that was me.
Zack Schloemer ’17
Zack Schloemer ’17
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