Chelsea Public School

He says it is my fault
But I never said a word
I say it is his fault
But we are both to blame
I had the chance
He had the chance
But yet something
Says no
And yet something says go
I do
But I can't
I shouldn't
But I want to
One is always taken
One is not
But it is not my fault
Or his
It is there fault

Pizza, Something I Feel Strongly About

Dave Lembke
Chelsea Public School, Grade 12

The Fair

By Drew Dudley
Chelsea Public School, Grade 11

When the fair comes town
Excitement rises
But why?
The music, lights, people.
It’s all there is one spot
Continuously running into people you know
Meeting new faces.
The food
Delicious and full of grease.
But still
It’s all eaten.
The lights when night begins to fall
Filling the sky
Almost as if it’s day
Letting the world see everything.
The rides
For all ages
The rush of excitement for 90 seconds
The wind in your face
Not knowing where you’re going to end.
But at midnight
The excitement ends there
But still
The memories of the day and night linger.

Andrew Richardson
Young Writers Project
Writing prompt #30

The Train Goes Nowhere

The old man sat by his lonesome towards the back of the train, and a spider began to crawl up his beard as if to say hello. Nothing was the same, now that everything; his family, his job, his memories, his life, were now lost. The old man his eyes from the deep sleep that he was put into.
He noticed a drunkard in the corner. She took to coma like a tired boy teeters back and forth because he’s so exhausted that he can barely stand up.
Five men were in the other corner playing dice. The cup, which had been used foe decades, looked like it had been thrown away, then reused a thousand times over. But the dice still rolled out of it and down to the other end of the train cart like an avalanche crashing down a mountain.
Now, as the fog steamed through the gunshot holes in the train like poisonous gas fills up a room, he took a good look at the people he had encountered and he noticed that his life was not over. He had just begun to live. He didn’t want to be stuck on this train for the rest of his life.
So, the old man brushed the spider off of his beard as if to say goodbye and he shaved his beard and jumped off of the train and entered the new world in which he had been searching for his whole life.

My Daily Walk to Carson Hall

By William Murawski
Chelsea Public School, Grade 12

What do people think when they pass one another on the street?
Some nod – a simple gesture of politeness, but do they really mean it?
Once in a rare while a friendly hello escapes one’s mouth…
More often, sadly, people appear too self-absorbed to acknowledge the existence of others.
Others yet are intimidating; to smile or to nod would be taken as an offensive remark.

Much can be learned about a stranger’s character in this manner.
Do they walk upright, eyes on the horizon, eager to meet their destination?
Or do they watch their feet as they scrape the ground with each monotonous step, as though they have neither ambition nor excitement in their life?

Some read the newspaper as they walk – a subtle signal that they have no interest in the world around them…
Some walk briskly as time is of the essence.
Others amble, taking the time to soak in the sun’s rays.

The Prom

By Andrew Richardson
Chelsea Public School, Grade 11

When I first entered high school I didn’t really know who or how I was going to ask someone to the prom. When I asked people they said that they were going with a group of people. I didn’t really want to go with a group of people so I decided to ask an upperclassman from Spaulding. At this time she was a junior and I was a freshman. I was kind of nervous but I knew her and that made everything a lot easier. So my advice for freshman in asking someone to be their prom date is just be yourself. Girls don’t like fake guys. And when you get to the prom, be outgoing and get out there and dance. Girls also love guys who aren’t afraid to dance and have a good time. If you don’t do this, you might find your date dancing with someone else.

Invisible Listeners

By Jessica Cooper
Chelsea Public School, Grade 12

Do the imaginary people we talk to when no one is around really care?
We rant, scream, ask for advice, and even cry to them when no one else will listen.
Do they feel used?
Invisible listeners everywhere must be going crazy!
They never hear the good times, just the bad.
When we do have good times we forget about them completely.
We are too wrapped up in our own good fortunes and real people friends to remember to share our experience with them.
They just sit back and wait for us to come crawling back to them,
Sobbing because everything in our world is going wrong.
They probably aren’t even listening at all…
Just sitting there mocking our real world problems and issues
While they’re in the imaginary world sipping on something fruity and cold on the beach.
So to all the under appreciated imaginary listeners I may not envy you
But this is an apology letter from the bottom of my heart.

Ideal Graduation Speech

By Jessica Cooper
Chelsea Public School, Grade 12

Hello, and thank you for attending the class of 2008's graduation! The ceremony will be shorter than most graduations because we all know you really don’t want to listen to us talk about ourselves more than the actual students and it's the speeches that take up the most time. So the diplomas are located on the table over there on that table along with the award letters. I would like to personally welcome the graduates to the real world and wish them the best of luck. It's been fun guys. Thanks and have a good night.

My Fairytale

By Samantha Bonasera
Chelsea Public School, Grade 11

Schools colors, of course.
Red, white and maybe--if I am feeling kind of dark--black.
Red, rosy, roses on the side
With some innocent white roses mixed in.
Little notes with arrows pointing my way
And a pinch of my perfume
To let her know it is me.
As she gets closer, green vines and pink tulips mix together
Beneath her feet, she looks up to see balloons
And a sign that says, “Will you go to the prom with me?”
Written with my horrible, chicken scratch handwriting.
With a big smile on her face,
She says, “This is going to be the best prom ever!”

Long Gone

By Drew-Marie Dudley
Chelsea Public School, Grade 11

She told me to find her the day she left our small town
She didn't know where she was going
On a plane or bus or boat or car
She gave me a hug and told me that I would always know where she was
How was I to know if she didn't tell me what she had in mind?
We spent our entire childhood together
She was going to be gone like a perfect summer wind we become so fond of
What was I to do now that we were older and had to take our own ways separately?
She told me she loved me and climbed into her green Escort
And she was gone.

By:Andrew Richardson
Chelsea Public School Grade 11
Writing Prompt #27

Grandparents

By Samantha Bonasera
Chelsea Public School, Grade 11

When I hear the word grandparents I think of how they are always there for me. Even though they live so far away, they will always call every day to see what is new in our lives. When we were younger, they were a big influence in our lives, taking us to different places in the state and taking us downtown for some ice cream. When I hear the word grandparents I think of who would let you sneak an extra cookie when your mom tells you no more, or take you into a candy store and buy you everything. When you’re hurt their kisses fix everything. When holidays come, even if you’re 21, they still buy you presents that are for when you’re eight. Grandparents are always there for you, when you need a giant cookie or just someone to talk to.

Darkness. Afraid that it’s going to swallow me whole, throw me into a place that I’ll never see daylight. It seems like darkness is always there, always going to take me away, almost like Dorothy in The Wizard of Oz. Whatever happened to Todo? Huh?

I don’t really like tests. The SATS are a big test. I didn’t really like them very much. I don’t really think they reflect how smart someone is. I don’t think that any test reflects how smart someone is. They often reflect how well someone pays attention in class. But this certainly does not reflect how smart someone is.

Grandma

By Jessica Cooper
Chelsea Public School, Grade 12

Razzleberry Pies
and millions of drawers full of candy.
Love flowing over like the glass of milk she let you pour too young.
Hugs that make the world right
And hands softer than silk
A smell that you wish they could put in a bottle
so you could always have her around.
Stories that make you laugh
and wisdom you can't find anywhere else.
Grandma.