Written by Lauren Zheng from Guelph Collegiate Vocational Institute, Canada My greasy hands were rejecting Adele’s tissue box when the ground shifted. Chairs shook, chalk broke, and pencils clattered to the floor, as if we were in a bus that had jolted into movement. Through the grimy window, we watched our tier - our world - utterly change. The sky, once paper-white and creased like my teacher’s face, morphed into an ovular sea of light with distant shores of brown. An end
Written By Anna Kung from Phillips Academy-Andover, Massachusetts, USA Though I don’t have a driver’s license, I borrowed Marcy’s Prius to drive to my second interview for a job I wasn’t sure I even wanted. She said it was fine—“You’re a great driver, just not, like, legally.” I told her I’d be careful. I was. Until I wasn’t. It happened barely two blocks from my apartment. A red Buick stopped short in front of me, and I tapped its bumper. A soft crunch. Not dramatic, but eno
