2011 School Magazine

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Stimulus: 'But trepidntion of the spheres, Though greaterfar is innocent. ' Today, fate has allocated to me the spot behind you in the I guess maybe it was a bit strange of me to ask her, as I really tuck-shop line. I certainly did not deliberately dawdle at my don't know her very well. I still think it wasn't very nice of her locker, just long enough to shadow your departing back, a though, and I'll make a mental note to ask Elise instead - at stT^'tegiE'~three metres 6^;hindTl. ;lid not~f6110w you through least I~know shi;"s my friend. Maybe at the end~6f a long night, the pedestrian thoroughfare of the left wing corridor - that you and I will end up on the street-kerb together, hailing the microcosm of the macrocosm which prepares us for our distant, same taxi. You'll ask me it we've met, and then we'll bond over intangible future, as we manoeuvre through or face head on a shared love for sushi. That could work those obstacles which stop us from getting where we want, Your long legs take you past the ice-cream freezer and or what we want. No. today the heavens have ordained it so coke fridge, past all that nasty stuff that I know will ruin my it was written in the stars that you be here, and that I be right behind you radiate with the incomprehensible beauty of the Complexion and expand my waistline. You stop at the fruit sun, and I, your humble planet, am pulled towards you by a Counter I try to remain Inconspicuous, pretending to ponder strange distorted gravity. All right, so I'm not that good at the benefits of Diet Coke vs. Coke Zero. Out of the corner of my science. What I'm trying to say is, we're startrossed lovers and eye I Watch you hover uncertainly over the neat array of apples, shiny and waxy and inviting. Their sweet fresh flesh hides under all that jazz a pretty lacquer, green or red or yellow yet not even the serpent The teacher ushers us into the cafeteria, and a sea of choice could tempt you to take the fruit. Instead you reach decisively spreads before us. But I'm really not interested in my own for the firm grip of a banana, and in my mind I am content stabbing hunger. The pretty girls, the ones who end up with that I would have done the same. I notice, however, that the guys like you - they don't eat. Besides, I only have to imagine apples are more popular, especially with the boys. in the time the fatal stab in the heart I would suffer if you chose one of it takes for you to make your choice, the apples are already those girls over me, and I forget that starvation could be fatal dwindling quickly. You watch entranced as male students easily too. Anyway, I'm far more Interested in your menu. I know that enclose their lunch in large hands, tossing their apples about if I study your selections hard enough, they will in orph from and catching them in dexterous displays of control. I wonder perishable item into some form of meaning, which when all what makes you choose the banana? it seems queer that you, puzzled together, will reveal the secret hiding place of the key who are so neat and ironed-out, would go for something so to your heart, the ultimate treasure. They say the way to a man's bent. But I know how you must feel. I bet you too cannot stand heart is through his stomach, and I'm going to find it the fake veneer of the apples, the lipstick and rouge so heavily applied before they're neatly packed into a crate and shipped You stop at the first display cabinet, the one with all the here for mass consumption, only so that we unsuspecting souls healthy stuff, sandwiches and wraps. You reach for the sushi, can find out they're sour. Bananas are better. Though they may and-place it on your tray, finally pulling-the cabinet's. heavy, 91as be blemished~and~dumpy~looking7the skin wil peel~back~to sliding door shut behind you so that your dove-grey school shirt reveal its flawless self, its secret store of perfection strains across your shoulders. Minmm, Sushi. There's this place in the city I go to sometimes, if I feel like a California roll. It's But you're no banana, nor are you an apple. You're probably next to this nightclub, named Pink Lady in big neon letters. I sushi, pretty on the outside and tasty within. Perfection through don't go to nightclubs. I don't go out that much at all really, but and through. As I watch you make the final journey to the I once walked past after a family outing to the theatre and was till, I recap all that I have learnt today, all that was written in lucky enough to catch a glimpse of you just as the bouncer let the stars. My destiny, our starcrossed destiny, is perfection, you in. I guess when you look like that the bouncers don't care sophistication, depth. Also, bananas are better than apples, how old you are, though to a stranger's eyes you would blend unless said apple is really a trendy attraction for the local night- in quite nicely with your older, equally well-groomed friends. I life, conveniently situated next to a quality vendor of California know some of the prettier girls go clubbing too, taking their rolls. Someday, when trepidation of stars and spheres divines sister's IDs or those of older friends. I once asked Gina Perry it, we may meet there. But I wish I could swap places with that if she wanted to come to Pink Lady with me sometime. She lucky man behind the till now. If only my hand could linger laughed against yours as we eXchange money. it only you would give me a sly wink as you give him now. But you don't even see me

"Why would I go to Pink Lady with you Stella? Are you in love

I guess this 15 what they mean when they say love is blind

with me or something?"