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The baby gurgled in the courtyard strewn with roses, and reached up to her maid. Her maid picked her up, and rocked her, and waited. She crooned a lullaby to the small girl, but the baby would not sleep. She, like everyone else in the palace, was ready for what was coming.
A few minutes later, a tall striking man strode into courtyard. He was dark haired, and bright eyed, and wore a gold circlet on his head.
The baby looked over at him, smiling a heartbreaking smile, and indeed, it broke his heart. He took her in his arms, and she laughed with delight. “Hello, my dear,” He said softly, in the voice that was reserved for her, his daughter, his treasure. “I love you.”
She seemed to know what he was saying, and snuggled in his large arms. She made baby sounds, and was content. “Keep her safe.” he said to her maid.
The woman stood tall and proud. “Yes, your Majesty. Nothing will happen to her. You have my word.”

It was 4 AM in the morning on December 3rd, 2098, and Redner City was asleep. Well, most of the city, at least. 15 year old Lanya Brown surveyed the scene out her window critically. She stared out at the tons of white delivery pods, and the tall skyscrapers that covered the small island as far as you could see. The sky was a muddy gray, as usual, and she could see a few people in tattered clothing sleeping in doorways. The grayish snow was only a few inches deep, but it was very cold out-as she could see from the frost on her small window. The aerial train nicknamed RedAer went past, rusty and creaking. The few passengers looked tired and discouraged, and Lanya knew that for them, life was just one huge struggle. Lanya wished she knew what was going on in their heads, she wished she could help them. She chided herself silently. Just thinking about it wasn't going to do anything.

I feel like writing,
something
special
Something new,
unique,
hearwarming.
A story, a poem,
an essay, a song.
I feel like writing,
something to read,
something to laugh at
and enjoy.
But I can't,
I'm stuck
In a hole with steep walls
My brain is broke
in the Bank of Ideas
So my writing has
come to an end.

“Wake up!” my mom calls,
at the foot of the stairs,
I pull the covers closer,
and move into a ball.
“In a minute!” I mumble
Thinking to myself,
Yeah, right.
Later, I'll get up,
I have time.
“Wake up!” my mom calls,
at the foot of the stairs,
I turn over on my side
and put a pillow over my face.
“Two more minutes!” I growl,
Thinking to myself,
Later,
I have time.
“WAKE UP!” my mom calls,
standing at my doorway
I look at her blearily
and then at the clock.
“Okay,” I tell her slowly,
Thinking to myself,
Oh dang.
I'm late.

“Bye, Mom!” I called, slamming the door of the car. I skipped up the steps to my piano teacher's home. Weird, the front door's closed. I thought. Usually just the glass door was closed, inviting students in to my teacher's warm home. I shrugged and opened both doors, which were always unlocked. Right away, I noticed something was wrong. My teacher's dog, Sophie, was backing away from me, silent, when she usually was barking and all up in my face. “Hey, Sophie!” I said happily.
“Miss Lesley?” I called. I put down my bag and walked into her kitchen. “Miss Lesley, I'm here!” I said, louder. All of a sudden a chill went down my spine. I was too afraid to check upstairs, being the chicken I am, and instead called my mom.
“Mom, come get me,” I said, the fright I felt coming out in my voice.
“What?” she said, her mom alert going off. “What's wrong?”

“No, they're MY crayons! He can't use them!”
I tried not to roll my eyes and bent down to the eye level of the small boy glaring at me.
“Yes, I know they're your crayons, Dylan, but can't you share them with your brother?”
“No.” Dylan repeated. “He can't use them.” He smiled vindictively at his twin brother, Aaron.
Aaron whimpered. “He's not sharing.”
I turned to him. “I know, honey. But he will, right, Dylan?”
“Nope. They're MINE.” the little boy said, smirking happily.
“Dylan.” I said firmly. “You need to share the crayons. Aaron will give them back, I promise. And so does he.” I turned to Aaron. “Say that you promise, Aaron.”
“I promise.” Aaron said sadly.
Dylan sighed annoyedly. “Fine.” He shoved the box of 12 Crayola crayons over to Aaron who grabbed a purple.

They graze
in the pastures
chewing on
soft
green
grass
Looking at you
as if you were the only thing there.
What do they think about,
when they're
grazing in pastures?
What do they feel
as days go by?
Do they feel the cold?
Do they hear the wind?
Or do they simply
graze in the pastures
as
cows
do.

I sat on a bench
at the park
watching all the people
that came by
an old man with his
old wife
feeding the birds
and smiling their
old smiles
and a little boy
with his dog and his kite
laughing and yelling
and delighted with
life
as
it
is
teenagers on their
cell phones
talking about
everything and
everyone
and
especially
that
weird girl
sitting on a bench
by
herself

I sat there
in the
waiting room
legs crossed,
foot tapping
waiting, well, duh
doctors came
and
doctors went
but none of them
called my name
I picked up
a glossy magazine
flipped through pages
filled with
airbrushed models
and candid shots of
celebs
and then I got bored.
I sat there
in the
waiting room,
and joy!
The doctor
came
for me!

Hey, you!
Yeah, you!
Listen to me!
Or not.
Ignore me.
Look at me like,
like,
like I'm not there.
Okay.
Fine.
Whatever.
I don't need you.

They look at me and snicker,
She tells me to laugh it off.
They roll their eyes as I speak,
She stops my nervous cough.
They don't know my last name,
She knows every single detail.
They couldn't care less about my grades,
She talks about mine through e-mail.
They don't believe my success could be true,
She knows it was, and was there too.
They suck up to the teacher, cheat for better scores,
She laughs about how he doesn't have a clue.
They laugh at me when I'm reading,
She's the first to tell me about new books.
They're confused when the teacher is talking,
She gives me knowing looks.
Together we can do anything,
Apart few things at all.
We save each other from sadness,
And stand together, strong and tall.
She's my friend till the end,
That's all I need to know.

“Honey, you can't get soup. Only one meal.” The lunch lady looked at the girl standing across from me. On her tray was a meager portion of lettuce and bacon bits, and a steaming carton of soup. The woman took the soup and dumped it into the trash.
“Oh. Sorry.” The girl flushed and looked at me, seemingly hoping that I didn't notice. I gave her a slight smile.
“It's the rule for free lunch, dear. I'm sorry.”
The girl nodded quickly, her face even more red, and fled back to her seat.
I looked at my salad and soup. Why couldn't she have eaten the soup? What was the point of throwing it away?
“Salad and soup?” The lady asked me.
“Uh, yeah.”
I paid for my lunch, and started heading towards my friends—but something made me turn to that girl, instead. Sitting alone in the corner, she flushed as I sat down.
“Hi.”
“Hey.” she replied, softly.
“Do you..” I trailed off. Would she think that it's weird?

I roll my eyes.
“Whatever.” I say,
annoyed
frustrated
ready to burst.
“Yeah.”
he grins
“Yeah.”
he repeats.
Shut up.
I think
Shut up.
I want to say.
You have no idea
what I've been through today.
“So..”
he continues
“What?”
I reply
Why doesn't he leave? Can't he hear my sigh?
“So..”
he repeats.
“What?”
I reply.
Sensing no response,
I roll my eyes.
“Whatever.” I say.

My parents talk about moving, and I just roll my eyes. “Never.” I tell them, ignoring when they say that maybe, a time will come when I don't have a choice. “Until I graduate high school,” I say, “I'm not leaving Vermont.”

With the economy the way it is and IBM laying off workers everyday, conversations like that happen a lot. Although my parents complain about the cold, the isolation, and the smallness of the state we live in, I know that in their heart, they don't want to move either. They just like teasing me about it.

Vermont has one of the smallest populations in the country. Only Wyoming has less people, and even Wyoming has a bigger city than Burlington—the smallest largest city in a state.

Vermont is a state where once, cows outnumbered people. It's a state where sometimes, you have to stand on park benches to get service for your cell phone, and where the state capital doesn't have a McDonald's.

And that's why it is what it is.

The baby gurgled as her mother showed her a a stuffed monkey. Distracted, the baby allowed her mom to feed her. Laughing, the girl reached out for the animal, and her mother, in another world, didn't see. The baby whimpered, and at the small noise, her mother turned with a sad smile and handed her daughter the toy. Hearing footsteps on the stairs, both turned to the hall, seeing a tall, dark haired man.
“Tom?” the mother said worriedly. She stood up without thinking, and the plate in her lap clattered to the floor.
“Amanda—I-I, I just-”
“Tom what's wrong?”
The man didn't listen to his wife. “I just have to.” he said, quietly
The baby reached her arms out for her father, who scooped her up, smiling at her happiness.
“Tom, what are you talking about? What do you have to do?”
“Mandy, I, I have to leave you and Jessica.”