Exclusive Ink

Author: lwortley

  • SUBSTITUTE

    by CHELSEA

    My teacher had a baby, so she is not here. Everybody was talking, and being disobedient. Ms. Gant, my sub for the next week or so, was getting upset and furious. She scowled at one of friends and said “Get out!” He rebelliously stood up, and said “I ain’t doing nothing!” She looked at him, said “don’t ever come back!” When he was leaving he said, “Shut up” to somebody. The teacher headed toward the door and said, “Did he just tell me to shut up?”

  • FIRE DRILL

    by KARETTA

    Today we had a fire drill. All you heard was sirens everywhere and maniacs running around for nothing. It was a total catastrophe and cacophony. People kept asking rhetorical questions like “What’s going on?” Then all of a sudden we heard a loud BOOM! Everything got quiet. Then someone fell on the concrete and popped their bone out of place. I guess they thought if they fall it will be like feathers and cushions, but they thought wrong. I started getting hot and sweating a lot. I started walking past people after we could go back in. They were all lovey-dovey and calling each other baby, and when I turned around they started sharing saliva. I got grossed out after that.

  • ALL THE WHILE

    by PAULA

    The tintinnabulation of popping sparks
    brought life to the fireplace,
    but, eventually, everything becomes engulfed
    by the pressure of the flames
    and the embers settle.

    Don’t be stuck inside when the fire
    runs low, and you’re fed up of tending
    to the inevitable decline.
    Your arms grow tired, and
    Gas prices grow higher

    Get out before time runs out.
    Spin around and blow bubbles—
    calico ones, ones that don’t pop under pressure.
    Do the impossible, because under enough pressure,
    even graphite can turn into diamonds

    So bibbityboppityboop,
    here’s a carriage to ride away in,
    instead of being held back
    by the pressure of having to tend
    to those flames that died light-years ago.

  • BIRTHDAY

    by KENYETTA an JENNY

    It was a radioactive night at the hospital. It was 2 in the morning. My cousin was having a baby. We were at the hospital all day. We were tired of waiting. I was sleepy and cold. My mom and her friend wanted to go to the store. So we all get outside and figure that my mom’s friend lost her parking ticket. Then we get to the parking lot and also figure that she lost her car. I was so sick of waiting at this point, I was angry. She then starts asking me mom questions like “Do we have a clue where she parked her car?” I’m like how in a bagel’s hole are we supposed to know? We didn’t show up with her. So after walking around so many times, it was now 2:45. She then decides to ask the police for help. I then felt cooled off like ice cream hit me.

    With arguments ringing in my ears, the officer asks what car we’re looking for. The best answer we could muster was the car from the One Direction commercial. With this, the officer lost his interest in our issue and flew off, figuratively speaking of course.

    Ice cream sounds so good right now, I need something cold in my system. I’m getting heated with all this crap. Then we saw a McDonald’s and it was a saint to me.

  • SLEEP-DEPRIVED

    by KENYETTA and JENNY

    I’m sleep-deprived with drooping eyes,
    Stacking boxes high
    While sweat accumulates
    Within the goggles and gloves
    That strangle my skin.
    A sweet cry interrupts the sick monotony of
    Growling machines surrounding me.
    After waking at 4 in the morning,
    A melody and a bagel is all I need
    To retain my sanity.

    But I had an argument with my bed
    Earlier that morning. I didn’t want to
    Wake up. But it’s all cool.
    I just ate a wonderful bagel. That melody.
    On that melody, oh my One Direction.

    Those boys sound of ice cream, so sweet
    But cold. They say they know what makes me beautiful,
    But they sing to every other girl out there too.
    Still, they are my saints, my flame.