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By Jane Ernsberger
Times-Junction News Editor
Editor's note: These are more entries from students at Willard Middle School who competed in the district Power of the Pen competition.
"I am Titanium!" Harmony sang along to her favorite song. The radio coughed and sputtered like it was choking on her off-key singing.
Next to Harmony sat Izzy Gonzalez, her best friend. Izzy sat covering his ears while yelling for Harmony to quit singing. "Could you not torture me? If I have to listen to Titanium one more time, I'm throwing the CD out the window!"
Harmony scowled at him, locked the windows and turned up the song a bit. Izzy rolled his eyes. Harmony was driving her old Ford. The car was red, except for one electric blue door. The car was, ironically, named "The Bruise."
As the car puttered down the road, a semi whose driver had come from a bar, turned the corner. The driver, whose name was Ed, payed no mind to Harmony's car, turned to grab his whiskey and take another chug.
As he turned around, his foot pressed down on the gas pedal. The semi sped into The Bruise like a rocket, sending Harmony flying out the windshield. Izzy held on for dear life.
Harmony hit the pavement head-first. She was like a broken doll, with her limbs bent every which way.
Izzy crawled out of the car and stared in horror. Izzy pulled out his phone and dialed 9-1-1. "9-1-1. State your emergency." "My friend, Harmony and I were hit by a semi. Harmony is unconscious, but the driver is alive."
"We'll send help right away."
About 15 minutes later, an ambulance arrived. Blood pooled around Harmony's head like a veil. The paramedics placed her on a gurney and drove off, leaving Izzy behind until his parents rushed him to the hospital.
Izzy ran straight to her room without checking in to see doctors emerging from the room, rolling away Harmony on a hospital bed.
"Sorry, son. She's gone." "Gone?" Izzy asked, forcing back tears. "Yes. Her skull broke open, and she lost quite a bit of blood. She was dead when she got here."
Izzy could no longer hold back the tears. Salty lines etched his face.
Harmony awoke in her high school. "Oh. I must be in hell." "Not quite," a voice said. A man in a white suit materialized before her.
"You'd think," said the man, "how rude of me. I'm Peter, guardian of Heaven." He jingled a ring of keys, then pulled out a white one with wings. "This one's to Heaven. All you need to go there is to answer one question. What did you get out of life? You know, the lessons you learned."
"Friendship," Harmony said surely.
The key flew to the lock to the front door, and it opened. The school turned into a golden mansion, and an arm appeared and pulled her into a hug, strong and loving. Home.
My Sister's Killer
I stared at the judge. "No. I don't know," I stuttered.
"You mean to tell me that there is no man in this room that matches the one you say, Miss Parker?" he boomed. "Look very closely, Miss Parker," the prosecutor said.
I stared into the defendant's face, searching for a hint of the evil man I had seen standing over my sister's twisted, lifeless body. The defendant's eyes pleaded with me to tell the truth. "No. No, that's not him. I know what I said."
The prosecutor sighed and turned to the jury. "All right then, Miss Parker. Please repeat what you said."
I closed my eyes. "I got home about 6 a.m. as I always do. I walked in the back door because I had groceries. I heard a sound from the living room.
"What kind of sound?" he pressed.
"Like a door of a cupboard being slammed, and I thought that was odd because Meg was never home at that time. So, I walked in to see what it was and... and... she was lying there, not moving. The blood, the blood was all over and he was in tears."
"Miss Parker." The prosecutor handed me a Kleenex. "I realized this has been a hard month for you, but we must know what you say."
I nodded. He had his back to me at first, and he had a bloody knife in his hand. He turned when I screamed and I saw his face.
"Did you recognize him?"
"No, I don't think I have ever seen his face before. I have seen his hands," I cried in shock.
I turned to see the judge. "I knew there was something familiar about him. The man sitting right there is not the killer, but I know who is."
The courtroom went wild, and it took some time to calm them down. "Miss Parker, tell us what you know," the prosecutor spoke quickly.
"Meg, my sister, she was an artist, and last month she showed me a drawing she had done of a man's hand. She told me it was a picture of John's hand, a friend of hers.
"His hands were all calloused and the tips of two of his fingers were missing. I had never met John, but lately there had been some trouble between them.
"Meg had told me about it. He wouldn't pay back some money he owed. I never thought about it, but they had been having lots of fights, and I guess it got physical."
Three days later, John confessed to everything. He and Meg had had a fight. She grabbed a knife, and he had turned to take it from her. It had ended badly, and when he saw me, he got scared and ran. In the back of my mind, I realized it was over money, useless money.
A Curse on Her
She had seen it all. World War I. World War II. The Freedom Rights Movement, everything. She was a stranger to time because she never ran out. Being immortal, seeing history in the making, unless you live it. Melody was born over 3,000 year ago as an orphan, like in the movies.
She was left on the cold stone steps of a church in the middle of the night. Her parents were unknown. The only thing there for her to remember them was a note placed in the basket in which she was found in.
The note's very words were, "She is cursed," written in an elegant, but severely smudged script. Since the night she was found, she had grown quickly. Within a week, she could vocalize; in a month walk and talk, and within a year sing and dance.
She kept growing at an unusual rate until she reached the age of 14. Then time around her stopped. She watched the other people in the orphanage where she lived grow, leave and some die. She never did.
She remained her age until enough years had passed when, legally, she was 18. So, Melody left the orphanage and explored the world. She was a witness to history, and she knew she wasn't like normal people.
Today marks her 3,000 birthday. Melody still looked like the 14 year old she was so long ago. She felt lost in her life. She had seen almost everything that had shaped America today, but she had never done anything. Melody gave up trying to have friends because they all passed away eventually.
So, she was alone. Alive, but alone and empty inside. She walked down the busy but gloomy streets of New York, wondering how she could be normal, like she was at birth.
She hated immortality. She wanted it gone. She had asked everywhere she could for information, but nothing said anything about her curse. So, there she was, a girl on the streets that no one gave a second look.
She was valuable, though. Scientists and historians would all want to learn about what she was and what she saw. The wondrous 3,000 year old girl that witnessed history and survived it.
Melody would be famous, but all she really wanted was to disappear. Just vanish because her life was torture. She would never escape, and it would never stop, no matter how much she wanted it to.
As Pat was staring out her cracked, muddy bedroom window, she noticed two guys with ski masks across the street. "I wonder what they're up to" mused Pat. Nosy as always, Pat climbs out her window and down the side of her sulfur yellow house. Running, Pat made it to the corner, just as the first guy pulled out a wicked looking knife. The knife had a curled blade with teeth as sharp as needles.
As she watched, the second guy pulled out a similar knife. Using the knife to to unlock the old drug store, the two entered. Following close behind, Pat made sure not to be seen or there would be trouble.
After entering, Pat noticed a moldy cheese smell. "Maybe mold?" she thought. Crash! Pat felt her heart leap into her throat. Following the sound, she came upon the two guys rummaging around a pile of broken glass.
"Aye, mate!" I found what we've been looking for!" The guys pulled off their masks to reveal two sets of curly black hair and chiseled faces. "Let me see it! Let me see it!" the guy on the left demanded urgently. The guy who spoke first held up an opal-studded ring with a large sapphire in the middle. "It's a beaut," the guy on the left implies. "That it is," the other agrees.
Quickly gathering their knives, they started to head right for Pat! Thinking quickly, Pat hid behind an old cupboard filled with cough medicine.
"We'll get a pretty price for this one." "That we will!"
With a clang, they slammed the door and left. Pat peeked out from behind her hiding spot to see them climb into a big white creeper van. Noting the license plate number, Pat called 9-1-1.
"Hello, what's your emergency," came a police voice. "Hi. I just witnessed a robbery!" Pat explained the situation. "Ok. Did you happen to get the license plate number?" "Yes." Hurriedly Pat repeated the number. "OK. We've got people on it. Just head to a safe spot, and the authorities will handle it."
"Ok. Thank you." Hanging up, Pat warily left the old drug store and headed home. Upon opening the front door, her mother came flying down the stairs and folded Pat into her arms. "I was so worried! Don't you ever do that again, you hear?"
"Ok, mom." Pat struggled out of her mother's arms and headed to her room. Sitting on her worn, sky blue comforter, Pat listened to the sounds of cop cars. "Well, this one will be added to the binder." Pat smiled, pulling out a broken binder with the words "Great Rescues: written on the beat down cover. Flipping through the full pages, Pat found a blank spot and began to write down her adventure.
The things that I have seen are terrible. My friend, my own friend, was just attacked mentally and emotionally by a terrible person at my school, teasing her every day of the week online and at school.
My friend's name is Ary. She has red velvet hair that falls to her shoulders in ringlets. Her eyes are navy blue with golden chunks in them, topped off with a fringe of black lashes. Her skin has an eggshell-white complexion.
She did nothing to this bully to have them taunt her so badly. It started around a month ago.
We were sitting out in the hall to study during one of our free periods. There had been a couple other people with us, including the bully and all of her friends.
The bully's name is Macy. She has midnight black hair and light brown eyes. Her skin is ivory. She enjoys putting people down.
Macy kept telling Ary that she liked her shoes. Ary kept on saying thank you, but after a while Macy got annoying, so we ignored her.
After school, Ary and I were walking home when we saw her and her friends. They walked behind us shouting that Ary's shoes were ugly. After that, it just got worse for Ary; she began to withdraw. She hardly ever talked to me even when I tried to cheer her up!
Then she started wearing her red velvet ringlets in her face. Macy and her gang continued to shout insults as her, but Ary didn't even bother to keep her head up any more.
Ary used to be cheerful, happy and the kind of girl you just wanted to be around. and I watched as that all went away. I did nothing, and I should have, because now when Art looks in the mirror, she sees nothing. And that's what everyone else sees too, an empty shell of what used to be Ary. I watched as it all went away.
Better or Worse
It was a dark afternoon, and I could tell there was going to be a tornado. But, I did not worry about that because today was my wedding day. I had thought about my wedding day for so long, and now it was here.
I could smell the rain in the air. I heard a clap of thunder and a flash of lightning. The sky got really dark. Everyone at the church got down in the basement, and just then the power went out, and we all knew the tornado had touched ground.
We all heard the screaming of the wind. I sat in the corner and cried because my wedding day was ruined. My future husband came over and said we can still get married, just not right now.
At this I looked at him and said are you sure you still want to be with me for better or worse? He answered, "Of course I do."
Suddenly, the wind stopped screaming, so we all walked up the stairs and looked at the ruins. The power did not come back on, but we had flashlights, and we were going to get married. So, I got married to my husband in the dark.
The town said they were going to fix the damage done. Five days later, the wreckage was cleaned up, but they said it was all beyond compare. So, we will have to start from scratch.
That is where we ran into problems. I did not have insurance, so I was going to have to build a house with no money. But I built a house. So they asked us do you think the new town will be better or worse?
The townspeople said better, but I think it will be worse. The reason I think this is because the town has no supplies to even begin to think about rebuilding. It also has no money. So, I think the worst is yet to come.