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The Sun Rock Literary Magazine

Sun Rock High School

Take it or leave it… (Part 1)

Sometimes high school just isn’t your cup of tea…
By Amy Lievass
My name is Laura Butts. And as you are probably laughing at my name right now, you can imagine that I find myself at the receiving end of a lot of jokes.
I’ve got my little niche here at Sun Rock, don’t get me wrong. I have my group of friends and we do our own thing. We try to go to the football games every now and then, but we never fit into the crowd. High school never seems to be my cup of tea for one simple reason: I always have the worst luck on everything from teachers and tests to boys. For the purposes of your enjoyment, I will tell you about a few occasions.
I was in class one day when the teacher was going over organic chemistry lesson. The guy sitting next to me, Ben Jackman, who was just about the hottest guy I had ever seen, asked me what last night’s homework was.
“ Hey Laura, do you have any idea what we did last night? I had a big lacrosse game and totally forgot about it”, said Ben.
I loved the sound of his voice saying my name! “ Sure”, I said without giving thought to where, exactly I had put it.
I had been, well lets just say, admiring Ben from afar since I had first sat behind him in freshman English. We talked a lot, you know- he asked me for a pencil one time in history class, and another time in acting class where he was my partner on a skit.
All the girls thought he was the cutest guy too. He had the prettiest girl in school, Sarah Michaels. She was nice I suppose…
I broke out of my trance at that point and turned to face him once again. What happened next was horrible. I eagerly reached into my backpack and fumbled around to retrieve the notebook where I had written it and handed it to him. I had pulled out the notebook alright, but with one tiny problem: There was a tampon that had somehow stuck to it.
So there he was. Ben. With my notebook that had a tampon sticking out of it. I turned a million shades of red and quietly said “Excuse me”, plucking the tampon off of the bottom of my notebook, “ The homework for last night is on page seven”.

“Life Is Rough”. Photo by Richard Black

Volume 1, Issue 1

04/08/05

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Inside this issue:

Ms. Simpson’s History Test… (By: Juan Rojas)	2
Run For Your Life… (By: Jonie Palmer)	2
The Class Ring ...(Anonymous)	3

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Ms. Simpson’s History Test

Ms. Simpson’s world history test is just a little too hard…
By Jose Rojas
There is a test in Ms. Simpson’s world history class,
Everyone gets done cramming fast.
Tests are always the worst in her class,
Everyone does everything they can to try and pass.
For some of us it just doesn’t seem to work out,
And those of us who will see her next year in class
Again she looks at me with a keen stare,
“Did you study?” she asks .
All the while I’m wishing I wasn’t there.
“Yes”, I reply, “ I hope you’ll be sympathetic to my hard task”.
“This test, you mean?” she asks when I fill with dread.
“Yes”, I nod with images of F’s in my head.
Before she hands them out takes a couple last looks
To make sure every eye is on her and all have closed books.
Ms. Simpson hands them out one by one,
Her tests are the hardest thing I think I’ll ever see,
I bet I’ll still be here taking the same test when I’m twenty!

“I Hate tests!”

Run For Your Life

Sometimes, it’s more than just a bad nightmare…
By Jonie Palmer
Katie Whitman's eyes flew wide open and she sat upright in a cold sweat. What was that awful sickening feeling she just had? Just as she was gathering her thoughts, she felt it again. A single chill ran down her spine. Instantly, Katie grew terrified. She didn’t know what it was or what was about to happen but she knew the one thing her mind was telling her: GET OUT OF THERE N OW! Her bare feet met the plush carpet with two muffled thuds and she was off running before she had a chance to grasp the situation. Then, like razor sharp shards of glass cutting her skin, the realization came: she was running for her life. It was at that moment she heard an odd high pitched squeal behind her. "Wh.....whhh... who's there?!" she begged to the darkness. No answer. Katie kept on running. The noise grew even more deafening and now closer which terrified her beyond belief. It sounded like a sick, wet smacking sound mixed with teeth gnawashing together. Out of the house she ran, down the street and out to the road. By the time she reached it's edge, she was so out of breath she could barely move. Heart pounding, she turned around to face her attacker. She could not clearly make out the figure hidden in shadows that loomed before her, but she feel the evil it emitted. Two blazing red points of light marked the eyes, and the teeth were a diseased looking yellow set against a coal black shroud of darkness. Cars whizzed by as if nothing were wrong, unaware of what was about to go on. It had an odd hypnotic power over Katie, which she could feel getting stronger as the seconds passed. It’s stare put her in a trance like state, much like a vampire from a movie would do.
It spoke to her, but not in words; its thoughts came to her, invading her own frightened mind. “ I am your destiny”, the form told her without uttering a single syllable, “It is time to meet your death”.
Katie knew exactly what the thing was talking about that that moment and it sent a wave of nausea through her. She had been having reoccurring nightmares for a number of weeks now after she had met a strange guy in a club one night.
Suddenly, the thing lunged for her. Katie reacted to what she saw and stumbled backward toward the middle of the road, just in time to see a pickup truck pass over the horizon toward her. As soon as the truck's headlights picked up the two forms in the road, Katie's attacker burst into a cloud of bats and dissipated into the darkness, leaving her in the road alone. Tires screeched. The last thing the lights picked up before everything went black was the look of sheer terror on the face of Katie Whitman just before the moment of impact.

“Monster”. Image by Eric Smith

“Headlights”. Photo by Jack Ross.

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The Ring

The Sun Rock Literary Magazine’s “Anonymous pick of the month”.
The Ring
Close by the door he passed to stand, As he took the ring off her hand. All who were watching didn't dare speak, As a silent tear ran down his cheek. All through his mind, memories ran, Of the times they laughed and walked hand in hand.
But now her eyes looked very cold, He'd never have her again, never to hold. All were silent as he bent down near, To whisper "I love you" in her ear. In touching her face, he started to cry, He put on his ring and wanted to die.
And just as the wind began to blow, They lowered her casket into the snow.

“Her eyes were very cold,
He’d never have her again, never to hold. “

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