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ONEWAY TICKET- By Afroza Ayreen Afia X A
Isolated, invisible.
Always wondering whether I make any difference,
No one notices my presence or absence.
They talk about best friends
I talk about no one.
They easily answer the question:
“Who’s your best friend?”
While I can’t spell out a name.
Friends change, people change,
Leaving behind a painful memory.
Wishing all my memories would be in form of painted walls,
So, that I can white-wash them and start a new painting.
This isn’t the childhood anyone wishes for,
But I got my ticket for this journey.
-Afroza Ayreen Afia
XA
Outside the Box – Poem by Mrs. Afreen, Class teacher XIB
Being inside the box
was comfortable –
warm and cosy.
We curled up
with cushions of routine,
wadded with words,
blanketed by books,
swaddled in certainties.
A bit stuffy perhaps,
and we sometimes felt cramped,
but never mind,
we were so used to it
that it felt normal –
and, as I said,
comfortable.
Out here we are exposed,
and cold winds blow.
We need to hold on tight,
keep our eyes open
for sudden snow squalls,
hidden crevasses.
It’s a precarious existence now –
but here we can move and breathe,
see clear to the far horizon.
And if we come to a cliff,
we know we can step off it
into empty air,
trusting it to bear us up.
We have no fear
of
falling
Happy Teacher’s day- By Dilsha XI A
I cursed my very dear friends for pulling me into the volunteering business. I can’t blame them alone. I should have thought twice when I gave my name for taking care of fourth graders for the whole day. It was teacher’s day and this was not my idea of having fun. Was I like this in when I was in fourth?
When I entered the class of fourth, I was met with children jumping off tables and running around chasing each other. No matter how hard I tried these children won’t sit in their seats. I don’t remember being so hyper when I was in fourth. I mean they were so hyper I felt like they could go for an ad of red bull energy drink. Another thing was they were so obsessed with the board duster. If you scold them the first thing they do is grab the duster and throw it at you. If by some miracle you caught the duster then the whole class tackles you to the ground and everyone tries to grab the duster as if you were going to steal it. I don’t know if people actually do that- you know, steal dusters. Nevertheless, I survived the day.
Mentally saluting the teachers teaching that class, I was returning to my own class when I noticed the bruising on my right arm. Something common when a group of 10-year olds tackles you to the ground so they can grab their precious duster. I had a period in the next fifteen minutes and it was one of my favorite classes. So I just sucked up the pain and went to class. Sucking up the pain was easier than I thought but by the time I reached my class I was in tears.
The pain was bearable and of course that’s why I cried. The teacher in my class was really saddened by my physical state of one arm cradling the other and standing like a broken stick. I’m seriously not exaggerating. She kept asking what happened but how I can tell her that children, half my size did this to me. I got some self esteem to protect! Ignoring my protests she dragged me to the nurse’s room.
There she waited till the nurse checked my bruising, applied some cream and made me lay down on the bed. She was there all the while, missing her period in my class. After making remarks that I should take care of myself and the nurse assuring that she will call her if she needs something, she left. A while later, the nurse came up and asked me a question that I probably will never forget for the rest of my life:” Was that your mother?”
To this day that teacher is unaware about this incident.
Dilsha
XI-A
CLAP- By Nada XI A
I’ve always known that Alice would get me lost, but I didn’t know that she would literally get me lost in the woods late at night. She always plans crazy stuff like this and I guess these are the perks of being her best friend.
Now, we are completely lost in the woods and there is nowhere to go. She saw a cabin and dragged me to it.
“I’m too tired to take another step. Let’s sleep here for the night and tomorrow we can leave” she said.
The cabin was really creepy. It seems a spider had welcomed itself there and made home sweet home. We both took out our sleeping bags and snuggled in.
Clap. Clap
I looked up from my sleeping bag. I felt shivers down my spine. I woke Alice up and asked her whether she heard that sound. She clapped twice.
Clap. Clap. came the reply.
She as if interviewing someone started with her questions.
”You clap twice for no and once for yes. Are you a man?” she asked.
Clap. Clap
“Are you a woman?”
Clap. Clap
“Are you alone?”
Clap. Clap
“How many are there with you? Clap one for each”
Clap. Clap. Clap
Clap. Clap. Clap
CLAP.CLAP.CLAP.CLAP.CLAP.CLAP.CLAP…………
-Nada-
XI-A
The basement- By Rikswana XI B
Mommy told me never to go to the basement, but curiosity almost got me killed. I wanted to know what was making that noise. Always at night I hear sounds as if a puppy was crying in the basement.
So one day, when mommy was in the garden, I tip toed to the basement door and opened it. I didn’t see any puppy. The next thing I know, mommy had pulled me out and was yelling at me at the top of her lungs. Tears started rolling down my cheeks. She calmed down and told me never to go there again. When I nodded my chubby little head, she gave me my favorite ice-cream.
So I didn’t ask her why there was little boy in the basement crying like a puppy or why he didn’t have any legs or hands.
-Rikswana-
XI-B
SELFIE- By Zainab Sameen XI A
It was around 11:30pm. The weather was dark. I was a collage girl who lived in Illinois, US. One night, I was alone at home waiting for my friends to go to the party. But unfortunately they were late to pick me up because of the traffic jam. My friend Anna called me and said “We will reach your home by 12:30”.
I was bored, so I thought to take a selfie. I began to take selfies and when I got the picture in the gallery, suddenly I noticed a weird, scary and creepy face right behind my shoulder. I shivered of fear. I turned back only to be met with silence. So I just chilled and thought it might be my imagination and took a selfie again. The same face appeared again. It shook me up, I looked around and asked “whose there” but only silence was the reply.
So suddenly I got a thought that whenever I take a selfie, the face appeared and when I tried to look back, there was nothing -like its normal. It was not seen by my naked eyes but can be seen with the help of a camera. So I decided to clear the doubt whether something is there or not.
I turned on the front camera and moved towards the hall, but nothing was seen and then I moved towards the kitchen and then to the restroom but nothing was seen. Everything was normal. So I turned off my camera.
Later I felt some negative pressure in the house and again I turned on my camera to check on whether anything is there or not.
This time when I was about to take a selfie, I screamed in horror and suddenly something grabs my head.
-Zainab Sameen-
XI-A
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