Zoe Chaine

The papers scattered around my feet,
tell the story,
with the characters you won’t ever meet.
The window is open,
and the wind billows the curtains,
like a pirate ship’s sail.
I wish I could sail away,
right out the window and into a different world.
But no,
the best I can do is stand on these papers,
and smell the salty air.
Picturing another place,
where I could finally be
happy.

By Zoe Chaine
Marlboro Elementary School, Grade 8

I check my watch. For about the hundredth time. I’m not complaining or anything, but aren’t trains that cost over 50 dollars to ride on supposed to be on time? Yeah, and husbands are supposed to stay loyal. And well-loved pets are supposed to stay alive. And the human race isn’t supposed to be killing each other off like rats on rat poison. But shall we not go there?