I am going to be a freshman at the University of Wisconsin-Madison this fall. I have loved writing ever since I was a little girl. I'm so happy to have found this platform to share my love of writing with others. I hope you enjoy my work!
Alaska gazed out of her window. It was so cold that ice had crystallized artfully on the glass. She wondered how the ice could create something so beautiful. Ice was all around her now that her family had moved here from Texas. The “White Christmas” she had heard about countless times was now a reality. She was used to the sun coating her face even in the dead of winter. Now, the cold winter seemed to paint everything so still. The once rippling pond was painted over with a coat of ice. She noticed that people moved slower in the winter, like even though their bodies couldn’t bear to be in the cold, they had no other choice but to move laxly. There was no remnant of the leaves that once covered the trees. The only time the world wasn’t still was when there was a snow storm. The wind whistled so vehemently, she thought it was trying to call out to her.
Grab the Bull by its Horns
“Liliana,” my mother yells up the stairs, “we’re leaving now!” Shoot! I apply one last layer of lip gloss and look straight at myself in the mirror. What is that saying again? Something about grabbing a bull by the horns? That’s what I need to do. With one last rake through my hair with a comb, I grab my shawl and practically fall down the stairs, taking two steps at a time. My mother absolutely hates it when I'm late.
Field Of Dreams (A.k.a Marigolds)
The house is pristine. The white couches are artfully decorated with just the right amount of throw pillows. The curtains are drawn open, leaving the perfect amount of natural light in their wake. I can even see my reflection in the shiny tiled floors.
Dance: My Way To Escape
My hair swooshes around me as I turn. The spotlight coats me like the sun as I complete the moves I've practiced hundreds of times. I gaze out into the darkness, hoping I can show the audience the joy that this brings me. I turn, jump, glide. Every new move feeling like a breath of fresh air.
My Night at the Museum
Substitution. Wait, we didn’t go over this class. Or did we? These thoughts flood my brain as I complete my algebra homework. High school is definitely a lot harder than middle school. My cat purrs loudly from across the table as he trudges his way over to me.
I slump into my bed as a dramatic sigh escapes my lips. Boxes are cascaded around me from wall to ceiling. I’m surprised the movers even managed to get all of these boxes into my new, smaller room. I know I should be grateful to even have a place I can call home; in fact, the reason we moved is because of my dad’s new promotion. But seriously, couldn’t I have gotten a room that didn’t simulate Harry Potter’s room under the stairs?
The Miracle of Cake
Turning the corner, I came to face a long, fluorescent-lit hallway. Doctors and nurses buzzed around me, carrying lab results and talking loudly. I heard medical jargon being thrown around but didn’t understand any of it.
The Wealth Test
Fear. Pure fear. It courses through my body from my head to the tips of my toes. Why am I so nervous? It’s not like I have anything to worry about. I reach my hand into my pocket and wrap it around my heart-shaped locket. My head is buzzing like a million bees in a field full of fresh flowers. Except I’m not in a field of breathtaking flowers. I’m waiting in a long line on a dark, ominous day.