Wednesday, January 14, 2009

Chunk #3 by Alyssa Grozier

Record Date: October 30th, 2007
Port Orange. A Florida town with acres of orange groves and thousands of orange grove farmers. Arnold “no, not the golfer” Palmer was one of those farmers. Palmer lived nearly his entire life in Port Orange, with the exception of his 6 month stay at Volusia County Jail. Palmer was a compulsive shoplifter, and was caught by Florida authorities after his most expensive theft. Palmer stole appliances from a local Target Super center which valued over $8,000. His behavior was fairly tame in prison, because Palmer had been used to living the small, farmer life at home. Stealing gave Palmer a sort of rush he had never experienced. He could not explain it to his family, his friends, or any one else. When he was sentenced in late 2006, he seemed to disappear from the world. He took a leave of absence from work, from home, and it seemed from life. After Palmer came back, his social skills were not what they used to be. Palmer returned to work and to the same boring old lifestyle he lived prior to the conviction. In his mind, the only thing that had changed was his title. He could now be considered an “ex-con” and that thought miffed him.
The day before Halloween was unlike any that Palmer had ever experienced. He wallowed in self-pity and described life as a bottomless pit of muck and despair. While working in his assigned area on the orange grove, his thoughts drifted to his 4-year old daughter who lived miles away in the Tampa area. He imagined her giggling and running around in a princess, or high-school musical costume. This image killed him. As he nodded off, his head went numb from a gunshot to the head and he fell backwards onto the dry grass below him. The grass moistened with the pool of blood left underneath Arnold “no, not the golfer“ Palmer.
Tampa. The colossal crime-ridden metropolitan area where no police officer sleeps. The city is rarely quiet at night, with bar fights, gang rivalries, and club openings all occurring at this time. Officer Marvin Petrillo was out patrolling his assigned area when he received a disturbance call on Martin Luther King Boulevard near the College Hill Memorial Park. Immediately upon arrival, Petrillo spots the problem.

Monday, January 12, 2009

Chapter Four by Caroline Bauke

Chapter Four: 1204PM

Friday 03/13/09

Kelly and Erica told me where to stand. They stood near me, a little ways in front of me actually. Lisa was not far from them as well. We had formed five rows and I was somewhat in the middle of the group of cheerleaders. Nervously, I stood frozen. I wasn’t sure if I could move whether or not I wanted to.

I could see my brother in the crowd of football players. They sat down on the bleachers in front of us. My brother was on the closest bench; his feet were touching the gym floor, easily in view. He was chatting with his friends; I could see Joe among them. I had a nagging suspicion that it would not take long for him to notice me.

And then, the music started. I don’t know how it made such a difference to me, but staring among the matching uniforms of the cheerleaders and football players, the colorful streamers hanging from the walls and ceiling, the posters with their uplifting messages, I found calmness. All the nervousness and fear disappeared, lost among the raunchy lyrics of the song now blaring from the speakers.

I started out my routine with the other cheerleaders. I called out the cheers I had learned, echoing their voices. I found I was having fun. I was smiling like the rest of them. Before I knew it, Lisa and Erica were throwing me into the air. I came down again, “Perfect landing,” Kelly whispered to me, and kept going.

I was shocked by myself. In about an hour I had accomplished the impossible: I had learned the entire routine and was doing it correctly! This was big, bigger than big. I can’t do these movements without tripping over something or knocking someone over. I would never have thought it possible. I didn’t believe it was possible, but it was happening. I had always been a quick learner, but I guess I never really realized it before. Erica and Lisa threw me a second time. Again, I managed my part and came down safely once more. I couldn’t believe it! I’m ecstatic! I’m high on my own success!

The whole routine flew by faster than I thought possible. Time quickly came for the pyramid, the grand finale. Lisa and Erica threw me into the air once more, but this time instead of flying away, I stood on their hands. I stepped onto their shoulders. There were two girls on either side of me in the same position. They knelt down and offered than hands for me to step on. I stepped onto their hands and then their shoulders, the same way I had with Lisa and Erica. It was as if I had been cheering all my life, not just a little over an hour.

I called out with my fellow cheerleaders, “Go Lions! Larkson Lions Roar!” I heard the answering roar of the football players below. I made the mistake of looking down.

I looked down for only a moment. I meant to only glance around me, at the gym below. The football players had clustered around us cheerleaders, forming a circle of roaring yellow & silver shirted guys. This isn’t what caught my attention though.

I looked straight down into Joe’s eyes. I didn’t know where he was or searched for him in the crowd, I just saw him right away when I looked down. I t seemed almost like one of those frozen in time pictures, except there was no camera. This was happening now.

He looked concerned, tense, and a little scared. I was startled. I froze in mid-jump, for I was about to jump off and back down for my fellow cheerleaders to catch me. So were the girls underneath me. They took it as a sign to jump and so they did, with me still on their shoulders. Their movement unbalanced me and I fell backwards. The girls underneath me jumped off perfectly, flipping in mid-air. I could tell they would land unharmed, gracefully too. I was glad they were going to be OK, but I wasn’t thinking that much about it.

I fell and time slowed. I heard someone scream my name. I heard some other screams and yells as everything started to go black.

BAM!!! I felt the impact of my landing rocket through my body. I couldn’t tell if someone caught me on purpose or if I fell on them by accident. I was not done falling all the same. Whoever was underneath me fell over from the force of my landing.

I never hit the ground. I never felt the impact of the sweet slap of the smelly gym floor on my face. The wind never stopped whooshing past me. I fell farther, and deeper down, down, down into darkness. I could no longer see, and my other senses fell away from me as I plummeted.

I could hear voices calling to me at a distance. It wasn’t so much as a distance as the fact that each word took longer and longer to reach me. It had to follow me into the dark pit I was spiraling down after all.

“Is she ok?”

“Cat, Cat can you hear me?”

“Someone get the nurse!”

“Move! I’ll carry her there.”

I had no idea who was who. Few words reached me in the dark pit which I had fallen into. I had no idea if the voices they belonged to were voices I knew or did not know. I could no longer distinguish one voice from another, they all sounded the same. Then, of course, my hearing left me next.

My senses of smell and taste, neither very prominent/dominant among the other senses, were gone. They were vanquished immediately, when the first wave of darkness hit me, long before when I was back on top of the pyramid. My senses of smell and taste left before my sight started to.

I was blind, deaf and more to the people that most likely surrounded me. I was cut off from the world more than ever before, and more than I ever thought possible. More than I had ever believed possible. I could barely think, except for the thought that I knew I was leaving. I was leaving my body.

Oh so very slowly my sense of touch left me. It is a sense I have never been without. I can close my eyes to destroy my sight. I can block my ears or sit motionless in a completely noiseless place to diminish my hearing. My sense of taste and smell were never very potent in my body. I had never been without feeling before.

Numbness was a feeling in a way; this was way more than numbness. People and all things living grow accustomed to their feelings, both external and internal. We are used to them, yet they never cease to surprise us. They are more prone to unexplainable actions and thoughts than anything else this universe seems to offer.

There is no way to describe my loss of my touching sense. That was the first of my three parts of my sense of touch to desert me. My thoughts were frozen not gone. My emotions all were pushed away by fear and panic. Fear and panic gripped me in a vice. I could not scream out my fear, nor convey it in words. My mouth no longer worked, I wa no longer aware I had one for that matter.

Ever so slowly my body became numb as my sight had disintegrated. A moment before my sight completely disappeared, my body was numb to anything it touched or touched it. I was so numb I could not feel my numbness. Like I said before, this was greater and much more terrifying than numb.

Very quickly actually, I left my body. The strings that tied me into this physical vessel I possessed were cut away. It felt like someone was tearing me out of my body, and I was powerless. I could not lift a finger as this force split me in two. My body was quickly severed away from me until only very few strands tying me to it were left behind.

My last thoughts were gone already, my mind blank. The only emotion present, fear, had wiped it cleaned. This fear was rational and irrational. It was the weirdest combination; it was so much fear however that, if I were not paralyzed, I have no idea what other reaction I may have acted upon. This fear is too terrible to describe.

Many things happened inside of me simultaneously. The last strings snapped. My body faded vanished from me. My fear ended, for it could not continue in a bodiless victim. All that was me was thrown away. I was nothing; I exploded into nothingness, minus the explosion part. All sense of feeling was gone. There were no words. There was absolutely nothing I can convey to anyone or anything. I was gone from this earth, from this place I know and love.

I was at peace. Peace was the wrong word; there was no emotion, no fear. Since there was no fear it must have been fear. I had finally blacked out into sweet nothingness.

* * *

“You fainted in the gym!” Tibby exclaimed shocked.

“Yeah its’ horrible fainting,” I said shivering involuntarily. “I’ve never been so scared in my life than right then.”

“Really what’s it like?” Joyce asked interested.

I looked around at my friends. We were at lunch. They were all watching me intently. Mike was sitting next to me on the edge of his seat. I had a sneaking suspicion he was preparing himself to catch me in case I passed out again. My other friend’s expressions varied from that of Mike’s concern to Joyce’s unmasked curiosity.

Luckily for me, my friends had saved me a seat at lunch. The lunchroom was packed. I had arrived late to lunch and there was barely any food left. Luckily, they had saved me a seat for lunch. I spoke quietly to them now so I would not be overheard.

“I can’t put all of it into words,” I told them all

“I was there,” Francis said. “”I saw her fall and I knew that no one was going to be able to stop an accident from unfolding.”

“Lucky for Cat Jimmy Thornes was there,” Mike said shaking his head.

“Unlucky for Jimmy Thornes that he was there,” I muttered under my breath.

“What do you mean?” Tibby asked confused.

“She fell on him and broke his wrist,” Francis explained. “When Cat froze on the pyramid in mid-jump, I think the girls underneath her thought that she meant to jump off. They started to jump and the movement unbalanced Cat and she fell.”

“Yeah thanks to my two left feet,” I said.

Mike disagreed, “Anyone would have fallen if the ground underneath them fell away. Especially if the ground underneath them was two skinny shoulders. I’m surprised you lasted that long.”

I heard some awe and wonderment in his last words. I felt a little insulted that he had not believed I could do the routine. Then again, I hadn’t been able to do the routine, and before I tried I had thought the same thing as Mike.

Francis took over, “The way she fell was more terrifying than the fall. Her body went stiff at first. Then she relaxed; it seemed like she had given up or something. I think Cat had fainted before she hit the ground. Of course nobody knew that at the time. Everyone thought that … well actually they had no idea what was wrong, only that something very, very wrong was happening.”

I frowned despite myself. I didn’t understand what he meant by wrong. Sure at first and in the end fainting was most definitely more horrible than anything you can imagine. Except for that brief period in the middle, I would call the whole experience a nightmare. But as I had time to rethink the experience over, my mind focused on that brief period. It was more than and different from peace. It was unexpected, that was for sure. That part of fainting was something completely different; it was more thrilling than any roller coaster or any other joy ride. It was more refreshing than a massage probably is; and it was more curious and different than anything I’ve ever experienced before. I would not call my fainting experience bad or horrible. I certainly did not want to do it again any time soon.

“Cat fell at such a weird angle,” Francis explained. I pulled myself out of my reverie to listen. “Towards Thornes’s wrist, that when she hit it, it snapped. I could hear it from across the room. I sounded horrible. Everyone was screaming and pointing upward at Cat. He looked up and she hit him in the same moment. There was no way he could have prevented it.”

“Yeah,” Mike agreed. “Also I had never seen your brother look so upset before.”

“That’s true,” I agreed with a small smile. My brother was the first face I saw after waking up after all.

As suddenly as those last strings severed, they retied. I was re-linked back to my subconscious. I was underwater, I fought to get back to the surface. My head broke clear and I started to fly back up the dark pit. I flew back the way I came up the dark abyss which led down to the deep pool. As soon as my head reached the surface of the water my fear returned. It dimmed away very slowly as I traveled even slower up the pit.

As more strings joined again my numbness very slowly faded. My hearing slowly returned as well. I began to hear what was going on in the outside world. I could not distinguish one voice from another though. I had no idea how long it took those sentences to fly down the pit and reach me or who they came from.

“Cat … Cat … can … you … he…ar … me …?”

“Cat … Who … is … the … president … of … the … United … States…?”

“Cat … where … are … you…?”

I began to hear more coherently. It took awhile for each word to reach me and a little while to understand what each word meant. The numbness lessened, yet I could not feel yet. I still traveled up the dark pit. I spoke, I don’t know how I did, but I did.

“Why … can’t … I … see … any…thing?” my voice was soft and quiet. I couldn’t tell if anyone heard me.

My thoughts were beginning to unfreeze away from the message “WAKE UP!” I had centered my brain on. Suddenly, I flew out of the dark pit. It was dark, but ahead of me was the light. I ran threw a narrow tunnel toward the light. Every step I took, took me miles. The tunnel widened and lightened into my vision as I went.

Before I had gotten very far, and it was still very dark I asked again, “Why can’t I see anything…?”

I had begun to process words better. Messages came to me in complete sentences. I understood more quickly, but it still took time for me to hear sentences.

“I think I just saw her lips move… I think she is trying to say something … Cat its’ me Zach … Can you hear me? … Tell me what you said again…”

The tunnel grew wider and wider. The walls started to fade away to reveal this purplish black color. The color then broke up. Dots of it would darken and then wink away to reveal the world behind the dark cloud obscuring my vision. Other dots would just fade away to show my world. I blinked and the last of the dots cleared away.

I could see my brother right next to me. He looked very concerned. I studied him for a second, trying to understand his facial expression. I started to sit up, but he pushed me back down.

“Take a minute Cat,” he told me. “Wait a little bit before you make any sudden movements.”

“I’m fine,” I said; and I was. My hearing was perfect, I could see, my sense of smell and touch were back. The numbness was almost completely gone. I could feel other things though, like before I fainted. I felt the hard bed of the nurse’s office underneath me. Except for a very small dizzy headache in the back of my head, I felt perfect.

I tried to sit up again, but someone pushed me back down by my shoulders. That someone stood behind my head, out of my line of sight. That someone told me, “You gave us quite a scare Cat.”

That someone was Joe. Everyone was there: Kelly, Erica, Lisa, Mike, Francis, the school nurse, the gym coach, and the rest of the student council, football team, and cheerleading team. There were so many people that the nurse’s office was overly crowded and there were still clusters of people leading out the door and into the hall.

“Cat? Cat!” my friend Tibby was waving her hand in front of my face. She looked panicked and my other friends also looked extremely worried.

I snapped out of my reverie. I quickly consoled them, “I’m fine. I was just thinking about that whole experience.”

Everyone was still quiet for an awkward moment. Francis cleared his throat and broke the silence.

“Well,” he began, “When Cat fainted, her brother sort of freaked. He screamed at everyone ‘to move out of his f’ way’. The crowd parted quickly, it hadn’t really gathered to close around her. Mike and I and the rest of the student council were running from the all the corners of the gym to where Cat fell. Of course the football and cheerleading team got their first.

“I couldn’t see anything through the mob of people around Cat, even Cat herself. The coach was blowing his whistle like a madman. He shouted at everyone to either move back or get the nurse.”

“I remember that part,” Mike cut in. “Francis jumped so high in the air that he landed on my foot. I thought he broke it. So I’m jumping up in down on one foot and holding the other while Francis is oblivious to it all. Other people start giving me dirty looks to—”

“So what happened next?” Tanya asked.

“The entire crowd started to rush for the doors,” Francis said quickly. “For a second there I thought that there was a fire drill or a stampeded to get to lunch because people were really hungry.

“It turned out, however, that Cat’s brother Zach had scooped Cat up and was carrying her to the nurse’s office. Mike and I pushed our way through the crowd. Somehow, I have absolutely no idea how, Mike and I made it into the nurse’s office ahead of the crowd, but we did.

“Zach put Cat down on the bed and asked the nurse when she would wake up. At the same time a couple football players came in carrying Jimmy Thornes. They put him on the bed and some people ran to the main office to call an ambulance to come get him.

“About 20 seconds after Jimmy Thornes came in and was put on a matching bed to Cat, Cat came to. She seemed a little confused and tried to get up.”

“Yeah,” I agreed. “I asked my brother where I was. He told me I was in the nurse’s office. I couldn’t figure out how I got there so he told me he carried me here.”

Mike finished for me. “Cat took one look around the room and she fainted. Again. At that point the nurse kicked everyone out of the room and told them to go to lunch. Cat came to a minute later. Someone must have called the hospital in the gym on a cell phone, because they came five minutes later.

“Zach another couple of football players, cheerleaders, Francis, and I stayed. The majority of everyone did leave. The nurses from the hospital came right into the room, loaded Jimmy Thornes onto a stretcher, and took him away. Another one checked out Cat. He told her she was fine, but if she felt dizzy at all she should sit down and take a break.”

“I thanked the nurse and I was finally allowed off the bed. The coach took my brother away. I think he was telling him he had better control his mouth. So Francis and Mike basically carried me into the lunchroom, and that is all there is to tell,” I summarized.

Ben, Joyce, Tanya, and Tibby stared at me for a minute. It was quiet. No one spoke for awhile. I finally broke the silence.

“Well except for the part where I’ve been excused from today’s cheerleading practice,” I said. “Lisa ran back to the locker room and got my clothes for me. I’m going to change out of this uniform after lunch and give it back to her as soon as I get the chance. I don’t want to be a cheerleader. I don’t have any idea how they got me to do that anyway.”

“Wow,” Tibby said shaking her head.

“What?” I asked, both curious and confused.

“You go through all that and your only comment is I’m not going to be a cheerleader ever again because I never wanted,” she said.

Flabbergasted, I asked, “What do you mean, were you expecting me to say something different?”

“Actually, I was sort of expecting you to blush and act embarrassed like you usually do when we talk about things you’ve done,” Tibby said.

“I’ve got to hand it to you Cat,” Ben said grinning. “This time wasn’t funny of course, but in a few weeks we’ll be cracking up. I don’t think I’ll ever meet anyone with stories like this.”

I blushed and looked down. We continued to discuss the topic of how I’m a funny person. I stayed quiet for awhile until Tibby mad her announcement.”

“Hey we’re planning to get together tomorrow morning at ten-ish to Morgy’s. I can’t remember who I haven’t told yet, but I just want to make sure everyone still wants to and everyone knows.”

At her words I got that same weird feeling I had back in Geometry. I knew there was something I was forgetting about that time. There was some reason why I did not want to go to Morgy’s at that hour. I shrugged my shoulders. If I could not remember, then it probably wasn’t that big, bad of a reason not to go.

“Sure its’ sounds fun,” Tanya said. Francis agreed.

The bell rang. We all got up, threw out our lunch and headed out the door to the cafeteria. Tanya followed me to the bathroom. We had the next class together. She pretended to fix her hair, while I changed in the stall.

“So Tanya,” I asked conversationally. “Have you had any fainting attacks in y our class?”

“No, nothing like that,” she said. Then she paused, “Joyce told me about Mike’s joke in your class earlier.”

“How much longer do you think?” I asked curiously.

“Until he asks her or she asks him out? I have no idea,” she answered honestly.

“They both like each other and neither of them realizes it,” I sighed. “We can’t tell either of them that, can we?”

“No,” Tanya sighed hopelessly. “I just hope they figure it out already.”

“Yeah me to,” I agreed wholeheartedly in the same tone.

“This reminds me of something,” Tanya said hesitantly.

I walked out of the stall, fully clothed with the cheerleading outfit hanging over my arm. I messed with my hair and checked my appearance in the mirror. Not bad for a recent fainting, falling, coffee spilling, hamper diving, tripping past five hours. I looked at Tanya out of the corner of my eye. She was avoiding mine, looking straight at the floor.

“Tibby, Joyce, and Ben were telling me about what happened back in Geometry this morning. They told me about that story you told them about in the hallway…”

I turned to look at her. I could tell by her face that she could tell by my expression to drop the subject. So she did.

“Anyway, so what class did you miss because of cheerleading?” She asked.

I thought for a minute. “History,” I finally said. It felt more like years ago not an hour or so. “It feels like a really long day today.”

“Don’t forget we still have one more class before the pep rally,” Tanya reminded me. She walked away from the bathroom sinks and mirror and pushed the bathroom door open.

“Ugh,” I groaned. I followed her out of the bathroom. “We had to have biology today.

“I know, but it shouldn’t be to bad,” Tanya said optimistic. “I think she’s out today.”

“Really?” I asked. Maybe bio wouldn’t be that bad today.

“Hannah ran into me earlier. She couldn’t stop gossiping about you,” Tanya informed me. “She told me all about Italian class with ‘some guy named Rick’.”

“I don’t really know why she finds me such a great topic of gossip,” I sighed. Tanya laughed.

“Are you kidding,” she said with tears in her eyes. We stopped at her locker, only a few feet away from the bathroom and the staircase to the second floor.

“Cat,” she said sternly. “Are you serious?”

“No, I know that people find my accidents entertaining. That’s a given, I’ve been getting that reaction from people for my entire life. What I mean is why does like to gossip about every other thing I do?” I explained.

“Well,” Tanya said. She shut her locker, books already in hand. She locked it quickly and we proceeded up the stairs to wear my locker was located.

“Well Cat, I think its’ because of all those accidents. Sometimes Cat what you do is so unbelievable, that if I didn’t know you and see these things, as well as occasionally experience them, I might not believe you. I think it is almost like Olivia and Hannah are keeping tabs on you.”

I considered that in silence for a minute. We were on the second floor and halfway to my locker when I finally spoke again.

“So are they stalking me?” I asked scared.

“No,” Tanya said immediately. “Maybe I said that wrong. What I meant is they are waiting for you to do something they would find funny. You’ve always got a live story that sounds like it should be movie like.”

“So, I’m their source of entertainment. They want me to mess up,” I said. I couldn’t hide the traitor note of sadness in my voice.

“No,” Tanya said, but she was out of explanations.

We reached my locker. I dialed the combination, and opened my locker. I threw the cheerleading outfit in their and took out my science stuff. I shut the locker. And we took off for science.

“Cat they don’t use you as an entertainment. They use your experiences as entertainment,” Tanya told me finally.

It made a difference. A very small difference, I knew that. I didn’t really see the difference. I knew there was one in her words, but I didn’t believe it. I pretended to be happy and that it did. For Tanya’s sake; she was a good friend and I didn’t want her to think that her words upset.

“At least we’ve got a substitute for biology,” I said cheerfully. I couldn’t think of anything else to say. We rounded the corner of the hallway; it was only a few more feet until we reached our class. Someone was standing in our way however. My brother Zach was waiting for us.

“Cat can we talk,” he told me. Tanya looked at me quizzically.

“I’ll meet up with you in class,” I said with my false cheer. Tanya gave me look. I smiled at her and she walked into class. My brother didn’t speak again until Tanya disappeared from view and hearing range.

“There is a really bad snowstorm coming,” he told me.

“OK,” I said a little confused.

“Mom called me on your phone,” he continued to explain. “Their flight has been grounded.”

“So they won’t be coming home tonight?” I asked.

He shook his head. “Its’ been cancelled. I’m not sure for how long. She doesn’t want us to stay home alone for another night.”

“So what are we supposed to do?” I asked confused.

“I’m going to stay over Joe’s house tonight. I need to know where you’re staying by the time school ends. Mom’s going to call me to ask,” he told me.

“Oh, I’ll be at Tibby’s,” I said quickly. “We usually get together every other night.”

“Are you sure? It’ll be ok if you stay at Joe’s to. He won’t mind,” he told me.

I glared at him. “Are you trying to make a joke out of this morning?”

“When you fell off the pyramid?” he asked perplexed.

“No,” I said flatly.

“The car ride? When you fell in the hamper?” he asked, missing my point.

“No,” I repeated. “During school. The coffee spill incident.”

“What coffee spill incident?” he asked honestly. I stared at him trying to understand if he was joking. His face only held confusion.

“Never mind; ask Joe,” I said quickly before he could ask another question. “Why did you make Tanya leave?”

“I’m in a bad mood,” he answered a little angrily.

“Why?” I asked.

“I got detention,” he answered.

“For what?” I asked.

“Improper use of language,” he said. “I had to cancel my date with Lauren.”

“When?” I asked as he rounded the corner and walked out of sight.

“When you fainted,” he responded. Then he was gone.

I walked into biology. At the desk was the same sub from this morning’s geometry class. He had written his name on the board: Mr. Hayant. I stared at it. There was something familiar about the name, but I could not place it.

I sat down in an open seat next to Tanya. That’s what I love about subs, they don’t know where you are supposed to sit.

“So what did your brother want?” Tanya asked.

I thought about everything that had happened to me today. It was the second and last Friday the thirteenth of the year. I had an out of the ordinary day filled with accidents. As much as I tried to think otherwise, I felt the worse was yet to come.

“I have absolutely no idea,” I said. The only thing was, I was answering myself. Not Tanya’s question.

Tuesday, January 6, 2009

The Day Before Halloween by Alyssa Grozier


Record Date: October 30th, 2008 .

Glendale. The cute California community where uniqueness fails to exist. Each home on Sweetbriar Drive in Glendale, California looks as if it were painted with the same paint. And inside each house lives a perfectly designed family to match it. This particular street blends together with an array of color, except for the home on the lonely cul-de-sac at the end of the drive. This house, numbered 742, was an empty old grey house that no one has acknowledged in years. It was one of those “fixer-uppers” that no one wanted to fix.
Nicole Burke was a middle-aged business woman apparently ready to take on that task. People say she bought the house as an investment. She decided to fix it up and rent the home as soon as possible to close friends and family members. At least that is the story she told. See Burke had been battling an addiction with prescription pills. She’d been in a horrific car accident and cracked her collarbone as well as two ribs. Pain pills popped every couple hours, but still pain. At the end of her healing, she’d become so used to the pills that she would get sick without them. No one on Sweetbriar Drive dreamed that Ms. Nicole Ann Burke, successful African-American executive, was buying a house for her addiction.
The neighborhood greeted Ms. Burke with banana cream pies and fruit baskets. She and her pseudo persona acted grateful as she accepted the goods. After moving in, Burke was convinced she needed to decorate her house extravagantly, at least on the outside. She was desperate for separation from the neighbor’s blur of bright colors. During the first week of her arrival, she painted the house dark brown and added a light beige around the window sills. House 742 stood out on Sweetbriar drive and for the first time it wasn’t in a negative way. Neighbors started chattering away. Women in Glendale spread gossip as fast as the ladies on Desperate Housewives. Word on the street was that Burke’s boyfriend was a drug-dealer Burke shrugged it off. She couldn’t care less about their racial views and judgments. Her neighbors failed to see that inside this gorgeous home, the water leaked and the wooden floors stained with dirt. Burke had one television in one room with one couch. On a typical weekend, she took her drugs, watched a couple programs, laid around, and prepared for the week ahead’s work.
After a month of decorating, Burke’s neighbors became suspicious. Burke had not had anyone move in the house and in fact…neighbors hadn’t even seen anyone look at it yet. Confrontation was something Burke wanted to avoid, and her neighbors too.
Halloween was a grand occasion in Glendale. Celebrities took their famous children trick-or-treating, neighbors hosted cook-outs and parties, and people watched parades storm by on Halloween night. On Sweetbriar, each home was allowed a maximum of five Halloween decorations but a minimum of one.. This rule was never set it stone, but neighbors agreed on the idea at a community meeting. Burke was not aware of this rule but wasn’t into Halloween much anyways. Since she spent barely any time at the Glendale home, Burke passed on decorating for the holiday in general. Neighbors hoped on Halloween day Nicole would at least carve a pumpkin for her lawn.
October 30th arrived and Burke awoke in her home in a drug-induced state. She was running on no sleep and relied on her pain pills to stay up through the night. She scrambled downstairs and noticed a light on in the living room. Hazy about the whole night before, she walked towards the light and stood in shock as she stared into the stranger’s eyes. His face was unlike anyone she’s ever seen. His eyes pierced her body and she noticed feeling like she couldn’t run if she tried. His expression was intense. Before she could open her mouth to say “Who the hell are you?”, her forehead was met with a 30 pound drainage pipe he was apparently concealing in his jacket. She saw black. No heaven for her successes. No hell for her sins. One last moment she felt what it was to feel, and then passed.
Record Date: October 30th, 2008 .
Oakland. The gang-ridden neighborhood in California was booming with police sirens the day that 17 year old Al Mitchell moved in to his first house. He had just been emancipated after his father shot his 35 year-old mother and then himself before Mitchell returned from school. Family urged Mitchell to stay with them until he turned18, but he insisted he needed to get away from his family and do his own thing. He did not want to end up like his father, living the dangerous ways of the drug and gang life.
Al was attending a local community college, hoping to get his GED and graduate by his next birthday. Although things seemed to be looking up, he felt he had a void. He had always attracted women, but he had just escaped an unhealthy relationship. His heart ached for his ex-girlfriend, although his mind thanked him for staying away. The three years they spent together took a toll on Al mentally and physically. They had started out as teenagers in love, freshman who stayed after school to study and held hands at football games. But Nadia had started hanging out with the wrong crowd when she turned 15 and caused Al to start trouble in school.
By the time Al finished his sophomore year, he had been suspended 27 times from fighting and decided to try dual-enrollment. His focus was off and he wanted to get back on track. He stayed with Nadia, however, because his love for her seemed to take control over anything else. Nadia’s constant instigating caused fights between the two, and after many cheating instances, Al finally broke away. Both Nadia and Al fell apart at this moment, but Al seemed to manage to keep his life in pieces. Nadia, on the other hand, didn’t. She crumbled like a pieces of glass when it hit’s the floor. This occurred around the same time Al’s father, Charlie “OG” Mitchell, shot and killed his mother then turned the gun on himself. Al returned from home around two o’clock from school to find the brutal discovery. He emancipated himself as soon as he spoke to police and family members. The money from his father’s drug lifestyle served to support Al and he bought his first apartment close to his Community College in Oakland.
Little Mitchell was doing alright, considering the circumstances. His only support came from his grandmother all the way in Glendale, California. She was the only one who seemed to want Al to bring out the good in himself, rather than the other members who hinted that Al should carry on the “family business” and run the streets of Oakland. The night he moved in, Nadia called his phone asking if she could meet him at his new house. She claimed she wanted to help him move in and catch up on things. Mitchell refused, figuring she would just bring “her boys” to start a fight. Mitchell was finally in a place where he wanted to start progressing and working towards his future. Nadia grew angry the more he refused. She threatened to do exactly what he expected, and said she knew where he lived. He shrugged it off and continued with the moving.
Mitchell unpacked and realized it was Halloween tomorrow. As he shifted through boxes, he picked up the phone and dialed his grandmother in Glendale. She nervously answered and told Al she there was going to be an intervention for his aunt Nicole. She said they had known about her pill addiction and recently set up a meeting with professionals to send her for help. The meeting was arranged for Halloween night, and Al’s grandmother was attending. Al was invited, but he declined. He was depressed as it is.
Halloween happened to fall on a weekday, so Al divulged himself in staying busy to forget about his hurt. Nadia and her drama faded into the background. At about noon, it appears a noise in the kitchen awoke Al. He had evidently nodded off after reading a chapter of bio in his bedroom. Al sneaked downstairs and immediately spotted a figure in a heavy jacket and skin tight jeans. He had no time to think as he tasted the aluminum on the drainage pipe that was shoved down his throat. Al’s white eyes were painted red, and he hit the floor.

Chunk #2 Jaret Sears

CHAPTER 1:

Jacob awoke at seven o’clock in the morning to get ready for his first day of school. Today was a special day indeed, the day he would join his older brother in elementary school. It was Jacob’s first day of kindergarten and he was very excited. Jacob walked to his bathroom and brushed his teeth and hair and returned to his room. He found his outfit: a new pair of pants, a “Lion King” shirt he bought at Disneyworld the year before, and his favorite “Goosebumps” sneakers; still laid out where he had arranged them the night before. He put them on quickly and moved down the stairs, jumping from the third step to the bottom as he often did. He moved into dining room and ate some cereal and then ran towards the front door to wait to leave for school. Jacob’s older brother, Jaret, came down the stairs a few minutes later.

“What are you so excited about?” asked Jaret, staring at his brother who was standing at the front door, despite the fact there was still a half-hour before they had to leave.

“School,” replied Jacob.

“You little kids, always getting excited about such silly things. I was like that when I was your age, I’m sure. When I was little. But I’m in second grade now. I’ve grown up,” said Jaret to Jacob. Jaret would always say these sorts of things to Jacob, as long as they were schooled together. Any grade under Jaret’s grade was always the little kid one and Jaret’s grade would always be the adult one. Jaret’s attitude continued in this way even up through High School.

As Jaret stood staring at Jacob, their mother walked in.

“Are you two ready for school?” she asked, despite knowing that they were awake, of course, since she was the one who woke them up this morning as she does every morning. The boys nodded to her and she then said “Let me get my camera, I have to take some pictures of you both before you go off to school. You look so handsome.”

Jacob’s mother ran off to get her camera and they both sighed. No matter how excited the brothers may or may not have been for school, neither of them liked the age old tradition of the “first day of school pictures”, the seemingly endless process of getting posed in the front yard with the plants in the background; letting the whole street see your mother taking pictures of you with your little backpacks on. It made the boys embarrassed, but it made their mother happy. But they’d enjoy seeing the pictures later and it made their mother happy, so it was bearable.

After the pictures were taken, Jacob and Jaret climbed into the back seat of their mother’s old blue car and she drove them to school. They got to their school a few minutes later. The elementary school was only a mile or so from their house. The boys moved from the car and around the back of the school. Jaret found his friends there, the ones whom he had chummed with for the two years he’d attended that school. Jacob, however, did not know many of the children at this school, most of his preschool mates had gone to various other schools around the city. This didn’t matter though, Jacob could find friends later. It was now time to go to school, to go inside. Jacob got into line with his other kindergarteners and waited for the yard-ladies, as they were called, to guide the student into the school.

Jacob entered the front doors of the building and was hit with a sudden warmth and good smell of the school. It felt nice. He moved down the hall in his line towards his classroom. He stopped in his tracks and took in the whole room as he first walked in. It was quite the kindergarten classroom. There were tables and chairs and a bright rug, books and blocks and toys, a skyscraper-sized pile of construction paper, and even a glass tank containing two real lizards. Jacob liked the room; it was large, bright and welcoming. He sat down on a little chair and waited for the teacher to begin talking. “It’s going to be a good year”, he thought.

Chunk #2 Michael McGovern

Michael McGovern

Writing for Pub

12/15/08

The bright morning sun filled the room as John pulled the curtains back. He looked out into the city and began to feel very tense. He felt this way because the night before, he and two accomplices had planned a bank heist. They were going to break into the vault and steal five million dollars, and destroy as much of the bank as they could along the way.

This is because last week, John walked in on his wife having an affair with some guy who owned a construction company. Not only was his wife unapologetic toward the whole thing, but she told John that he drove her to do this with his long hours at the hospital, and the fact that he was “to laid back.” John, ever the gentleman, said nothing and left the house. That night he drove to his friend Steve’s house and John told him everything. Steve told John that he needed to find someway to get even with his wife. Then, John came up with what he thought was a brilliant idea. Very little people knew that John’s wife Marissa was the daughter of one of the richest bank owners in the city. Marissa was due to inherit the bank once her father died, and due to her father’s worsening lung cancer this was sure to happen soon.

So, as revenge, John and Steve came up with the plan to not only rob the bank but cause so much damage to it that it would take years to rebuild. They decided that they needed at least two more guys to pull this task off so John called his two brothers, who just got out of jail for tax evasion and could not have found a better reason to violate their parole.

John stood their, looking out the window of the hotel room that he rented and he couldn’t help but feel guilty for what he was doing. Not for his wife, but for his brothers and friend, who would be ruining their lives for him armed robbery usually isn’t looked upon that kindly. John then started to consider not doing it at all. This wasn’t worth it for his family to go to jail. He picked up the phone and called his brothers and Steve and told him that it was off. He was met with general surprise at first but they accepted it after he told them that this was not worth prison time.

After John was done calling his accomplices, he took a shower and left the hotel room. He decided to take a walk around the city to clear his head. It just so happened that his walk took him near the bank that he was supposed to rob later that day. As he was walking by, he decided to stop in. He walked into the bank and the cool air conditioning relieved his face from the morning heat. He wandered over to the teller and asked to make a withdrawal. She smiled and asked him for his account number. However, John was never able to answer her because at that moment, four men wearing masks walked into the bank with guns drawn.

“Everybody get down!” the bank robber yelled. John, slowly got to the ground and could not get over the irony of the situation.

“Ok, everyone just cooperate and this will be no problem at all.” Said the robber. The people on the ground were whimpering quietly and shaking nervously. The robbers grouped together and John took this opportunity to jump over the teller’s counter unnoticed. The robbers seemed to be discussing something. The leader then began yelling emphatically at another robber then all of a sudden, the wall exploded. One of the robbers’ charges had detonated prematurely and created a gaping hole in the wall. This caused mass confusion and all out hysteria. The robbers, realizing that they needed to act quickly ran over to vault and set another charge. The robbers told everyone to move away from the area, which no one heard due to the exodus of people through the gaping hole. The robbers blew the vault door off and ran inside.

John was still silently hiding inside the bank, waiting for his chance. Immediately after the bomb exploded, John had decided to steal his wife’s jewelry. After the robbers left the vault, he was going to go to his wife’s safety deposit box and take all of her jewelry. John got up from his hiding spot and ran over to the entrance of the vault. The robbers were once again in disagreement, fighting over who would get the most shares. Then, one of the robbers heard distant sirens. All four robbers ran out of the vault, leaving behind one of the worst robberies in history.

John sprang into action. He ran over to his wife’s safety deposit box, number 5-09, her birthday. He picked it up and threw it against the wall, breaking it open. Necklaces, diamonds, and gold poured out of the box and on to the vault floor. John looked around and found a brown paper that one of the robbers left behind. He thought about taking it with him, but he could never make it past the police with a bag of jewelry. John then came up with an idea; he scooped up the jewels into the bag and ran upstairs into the bathroom. He walked into one of the stalls and stood on a toilet, removed a ceiling tile and put the bag in the ceiling. Thinking he could just come back and get it later, he left the bathroom and walked down the stairs back into the main floor of the bank. There he ran into police officers who began to question him about the robbery. The whole time John sat there with a smug look on his face, for getting back at his wife and knowing he would never be caught.

Memoir by Sarah Al-Edwan

It was April 15th, 1992 at 6:00 pm exactly. I entered this world and there was no turning back. I was surrounded by family, and friends, and my father. My father and his screaming best friend. My father and his screaming best friend who told my mom it was her fault. Her fault that I was a girl. My mother swooned me into her arms, and held me dearly. She was my savor that day, just like she is now. She tuned everyone out, and just focused on me. Sarah Najat Al-Edwan. Her beautiful baby girl. Well, beautiful if you subtract the big cone head I possessed. But don’t worry, I grew out of that. Even with my father’s best friend screaming in the background, I’d say from the stories that I’ve heard, my birth was a delightful one. Now that I’m older, my grandmother has given me a series of journals she wrote documenting moments in my life, that I one day may not be able to remember. And thus, I give you- my life through my grandmother’s eyes.







Book One





I was brought home to a large family, that of my two aunts Silvia, and Lori-ann, my grandmother, who I call Nana, and my grandfather who I call Bampie, there is also my mother and my father, my great grandmother, Nana Mitchell, and of course the nine hundred cousins that multiplied daily on all sides of my family. Nana spent a lot of time describing the family I live in, who was loud, who worked were, who spent their time doing what. She wanted me to know, I guess how our family was when I first entered this world. And I’m thankful she did because as of now, everything is different. About 15 pages into the pink, worn out old journal she kept all her thoughts for me in something terrible happened. Something my nana described as a heartbreaking moment. My father was packing us up and moving to Jordan. Yes, Jordan in the Middle East. A 16 hour plane ride from our close nit family. Our family who would never move away from each other because we were so intertwined. The whole Milone Clan was devastated, not about losing my father, but about losing the ones they loved most. Me and my mother. I had just entered their world and I was already leaving them. Due to my father’s heritage, and religion, and his stubborn attitude witch would prove later on to be a huge burden in my life, my nana wondered if I was every going to come back. “Just a summer” he told her, but for all she knew she would never be able to look into my chocolate brown eyes again. I guess in a lot of ways my family resents my father, not for just taking me away like he did, because –yes obviously I eventually came back. But for the heart break he caused me. The problem is though, that half this heart break is things I’ve read about heard stories of, and I loath him at the thoughts of what he’s done. But it just occurred to me, I never really did his side of the story did I? The rest of the time I spent home before leaving my nana swooned over me, talking about how funny I was, and how I grew by the minute. She would rock me in her arms, in her great grandmother’s rocking chair, and sing me to sleep. The part of the journal where I was a wretched million miles away, I will not share with you. I will just tell you that my grandmother’s heart break brought me to tears. Devastated me.