2019 School Magazine

CREATIONS

TOGETHER AGAIN W e said goodbye in the garden; we were perched on an unpainted fence. You held me tight and you started to cry and with the memories of our friendship, you vanished into the night. I remembered your sunshine smile, and the way your hair fell on your face. e’d speak in silent tongues; no one ever understood us like us. We were each other’s lights in the darkness, bright stars in the infinite sky. You were sitting on a red painted bench. I was just wandering by. When I came over, you smiled again, as the wind blew your hair out of place. You held me tight and you dried my tears and we were together again, in the end.

Liv Evans (7O)

Autopsy of a Perfect Woman, Isabella Nye (12O)

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