"Last time I'll..."

Christian Carr
4/2/08
Young Writers Project
Dead Pets

Since I was 5 years old i've always had pets. I have a problem though... I don't know how to take care of my pets. Every pet i have ever had has died. I had thirteen pets in all since i was born. The weird thing is, they are all dead. Most of the deaths were not my fault, but a few were.

When I was in 4th grade my dad brought me to the fair. We were walking around and I saw it, the Ring of Fire. It was a huge black loop with fake flames coming off it. I immediately yelled to my dad saying this was the ride I wanted to go on. Once we got on the ride I realized I didn’t know what it did, will it go half way up or in a complete circle?

This is the last time you will see me as I. for I am about to change. You won’t see it at first mom, heck- you will be blind to this change. But one day, you will wake up, go down our creaky stairs that have aged as well as I have, and come into the kitchen to make your morning pot of coffee. Then you will turn and see a stranger sitting at your table.

Beep-Beep-Beep!
The alarm clocks tone pummels my sleep-deprived brain,
like a pride fighters face.
I physically strike it,
gently,
“Just 5-more minutes”.

But alas this thorn is persistent,
and it won’t cease or desist until
it’s purpose of rousing me,
from my abysmal slumber,
has been fulfilled.

Time to get ready for school,
where I must go,
(but don’t really want to).

One Last Time

By Melissa Soule
Leland and Gray Union High School, Grade 9

Heartless, souless, icebound goliath,
Careening in blunted peaks towards an unhappily overcast sky,
Fierce, unforgiving winds whip the summit,
Tossing carefully plaited vermillion hair asunder.

A glowing golden sun slowly sets in a graceful arc,
Illuminating every sparkling crystal,

No Way I Will Ever do That Again

By Katrina Smith
Mt. Abraham Union High School, Grade 7

It's funny how I actually thought there was a chance
Of you and me.
Damn,
Was I wrong.
I spent day and night thinking about you,
And everything you told me.
But now I know the truth.
I sit here,
Tears stinging my eyes,
Cuts digging down deep into my skin,
And thoughts of you running through my mind.
You were the one thing
That made my life feel right.
But now you’re gone,

The last time we talked
He taught me one more thing.
Orange juice really isn’t orange,
It’s yellow.
Every time we talk, I learn something new.
Whether it’s a silly fact,
Something about him I never knew,
Or maybe just another reason why he’s so amazing.
He makes my head spin
And my tummy feel all funny.
Every time my phone rings

Most of the time we all have embarrassing moments, and we hope that what ever embarrassed us never happens again. I have plenty of stories where I have been SO embarrassed that I never wanted to show my face again.

The last time we kissed, I felt like it was the first time we ever kissed. The last time we hugged, I felt like it was only me and you. The last time we held hands in public, I felt like this was going to last forever. The last time I got butterflies I kissed you and held you and said this isn’t the last time we will do this. The last time always comes back.

A Last Time

By Courtney Perry
Bellows Falls Union High School, Grade 9

There is a last time for everything,
A last time for everything and nothing will ever change that

There was a last time for me to see you,
It was the last time I’ll ever see you and nothing can fix that

There is a last time to mourn for what you have lost,

Get off the bus at my friends house
Go inside
Eat some pizza
Start playing Xbox
This is awesome!
The hours go by
11...12...1 o'clock
Good morning
Not done yet though
2...3...4
Finally we're done
Time to sleep
Five and a half hours later I get woken up
My mom's at the door
I gotta go
I’m so tired I can't move
Go home
So tired
Go to bed that night
Go to school the next morning

Brought down to the ground
Night, to not, sun to some sought
Again, I shall not.

.
.
.

Bruised hip,
Busted ankle,
Big cut.
But hey,
BIG AIR.
Big grin.
Was it worth it?
Sure was.
Do it again?
I’m not planning on it.

The last time I have to deal with this,
I’m done over, through with them
I’m kind of the training wheels of this “best” friendship
Kids like to have them around
For safety, I guess
But after a while they just aren’t needed anymore
It’s always been like this, I’m just the afterthought
But other times there isn’t even an afterthought

This is the last time I will ever jump into an eerie portal. No, I won’t even do it for a banana. Oh, by the way, I’m a monkey. My name is McFez; Monkey McFez. I am very intelligent, if I wasn’t I wouldn’t be writing this book. Well back to the story.

The first time I went to Girl Scout camp, I swore it would be my last. My bunkmates were mean and smelly, and my camp councilor barely spoke English—but she cursed at us constantly in Japanese. The food was worse than the canned pizza from my school. The lake water gave my friend and me “swimmer’s itch,” itchy red bumps up and down our arms and legs.

Biz Alessi
2/6/08
Prompt
The Last Time I…

The last time I felt the sensation of wet, breathing grass on my naked feet, I was embracing my summer, my nature, my ancient spirit.
Setting free my wild soul, an uncontrollable urge to drench myself in nature, the wetness, the dirt, the music.

A Mistake

By Gianna Carchia
Woodstock Union High School, Grade 10

Elementary school
We first met
You were nice
I hung out at your house
And you at mine
We shared secrets with each other
We were best friends

Middle school
More people
More friends
Things were different
You were changing so quickly
We weren’t talking much anymore
We were growing apart

High school

Tiny bursts of light
Speckle the starry night
It was the last time I caught
A shining firefly
Softly glowing
Between my palms
A summer night
Balmy and warm
Was my last glimpse
Of the little lightening bugs
Blinking beneath the stars

This is the last.
The last time I promise,
The last time I hope,
The last time I dream.

This is the last time I will dance
In the storms and stars,
This is the last time I will heed the call,
The last time I'll betray, be betrayed.

This is the last time I'll trust,
This is that last time I'll remember,
This is the last time
I'll give my heart away
To you.

The Last Time
The Last Time I Will Ever,
Regret what I do
Be who I want to be
See what I want to see
To be the person I want to be
And not worry about what other people see
In me
That will be the day
When I don’t think about
What other people say

The Last Time

By Sarah Andrews
Woodstock Union High School, Grade 10

The last time I talked to you
You slammed the door in to my face
The last time I looked at you
You glared at me with grave despair
The last thing I said to you
Were words of hate and anger
The last time I looked at you
Your face was ugly
Inside and out
The words exchanged between us

The Last Time…
Matt Eaton
English
2/6/08
This is the last time I’ll ever sit in the washing machine.
This is the last time I’ll ever drink and drive.
This is the last time I’ll ever read a book in old English.
This is the last time I’ll ever skip homework.
This is the last time I’ll ever trust someone with a secret.
This is the last time I’ll ever write a poem.

Look Back

By Bridget Iverson
Mount Mansfield Union High School, Grade 9

Last time I
Looked at you,
Your arms were out
Wide
(I surrender)
And your head
Ducked in
Submission
In the rain.

I walked
Away
Through the water
Streaming down
Telling myself
don't look back don't look back don't
look back.

This is the
Last time.
I swear.

A Dilly of a Dolly

By Emily Patch
Rutland High School, Grade 11

It was a long and tiring night. My mom and I were coming home from a long day at school or in her case work. Our home was being remodeled and the carpets were all up in our living room. All of the furniture was taken out of the living room in anticipation for the new wood floor, and all that remained was plywood for flooring. There was one thing in that room though; a bright red furniture dolly.
The little distraction of the red coming in the door gave me what I thought would be a good idea. I put down my jacket and ran up to it calling my mom over.

You Left for the Last Time

By Catherine Ingemi
Rochester High School, Grade 10

The last time,
I felt this way,
I was barely alive.

And where,
Were you?
You weren’t here.

The last time,
I felt this way,
I wanted to be dead.

And where,
Were you?
You said you didn’t love me anymore.

The last time,
I felt this way,
I wanted the pain to disappear.

And where,

The last time I ate blueberry pie was the last time I ever ate it again. I think you can tell it didn’t go so well. I threw up all over my plate.
My mom was mad because I threw up on the table, but my uncle was mad because I wasted pie. Ever since then I have only eaten chocolate pie.

The last time I saw her, I was too busy to even eat pie with her. Now she is in the hospital with a bad case of blood poisoning. The next time I see her is when she is in a deep coma, and the doctors tell us to prepare for anything.

The world in one perspective.
I’ve never known anything else.
I watch the pebbles passing under my feet.
Keep to myself.
All I’ve known.
From one place to the next,
It’s all the same.
Blind to the beauties surrounding me.
Randomly shocked into life.
An unexpected awakening brought about by such a small factor.
The world has become vibrant and clear.