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Concert Photography. Artwork by made Samantha S.

I really liked this boy that I called bean, He proclaimed to love me or that’s how it seemed. I was happy with him for the first week or so, But then he started acting weird so I let him go. He said that I was weird and stood up for his friend, But the amount of pain he or I have doesn’t come to an end. When he would smile I would lose my breath, His dark brown eyes made me feel safe, The pettiness of our breakup felt like death.

As the days pass by I pretend to be ok and smile, But deep down I want him to come over and talk for a while. I want to ask him why did he lead me on? Why didn’t he tell me his love was gone? Why did he tell me that lie about his love? I want to hold him like I would have done at first, But I never got the chance to because he didn’t understand my thirst. Not the thirst of wanting or kissing, The thirst of being wanted was what I was missing. But now that he is gone I’m happy he’s finding change, But I should have known Michael was out of my range.

You paint me out to be a villain, But in reality in just a regular girl chillin. You say I always am up to no good, But your brain is still trapped Inna hood. When I was younger I was a little bad ass, Your favorite line was “your ass is grass.” I’m older I’m still not perfect this I know, But doesn’t the good things I do show? You say I can’t do things that I want to do, What I’m capable of not the slightest clue. I love you to death but I’m not gonna stay, Once 18 I’m getting my own place to lay. Your words sting like a honey bees punch, When was the last time me and you had lunch? You treat me like property not a person, So my attitude only worsens.

We’re are two peas from a different pod, The new person i’ve meet is odd. You say you love me but do you? How can you change what you do? Please answer me because i’m confused, Do you think about what you could lose? Your touch has became unfamiliar to me, How can you not see? Your voice has become a new caller ID, New voice but the number is saved. Two peas from different pods. Fighting for us against all odds. But am i what you want?

Who's To Say? (CONT'D from #2)

I’m almost to my next class when my phone vibrates in my pocket; I take it out and see that FLYNN TEXTED ME! Finally! I type in my password and the text said, ‘no, sorry. I’ll be there tomorrow, Augs!’ For some reason, his text seems different than normal. Something is off, but what? 	&nbsp;I shrug it off and start heading to class. I have gym. I am NOT excited. We don’t do much in the gym, besides activity time. The tall guys play basketball, a lot of the girls play volleyball, and I sit in a corner kicking a ball into a wall over and over. Listen, I really like basketball and I would love to play it, but I always get really nervous - like, what if I miss and everyone just makes fun of me? The good thing is that our gym has a smaller gym, and

no one is in there! So, I pick up a basketball and sneak off into the small gym and shoot the ball a few times. I made every shot except one at the three-point line. I can’t dunk or anything, despite my being six feet tall. 	After gym class, the first thing I did was grab my phone to see a spam of messages from Flynn. I’m confused by his sudden burst of texts, but a lot of them are apologizing for… bumping into me? I had to process what he had said; is he here? I reply, ‘You said you weren’t here, though.’ He leaves that text on seen for a while and finally responds. 	‘Where are you?’ I didn’t even know what to say, is he seriously avoiding me? I text him back and tell him I’m right outside the gym and he tells me to wait there. I roll my eyes and scroll on my phone until I hear someone running toward me; it’s Flynn! He hugs me without saying anything and starts mumbling apologies. TO BE CONTINUED...

Literary and Arts Magazine Issue #3

This piece is what I like to call “Held back”. Disclaimer this piece is not my own. I use references and this piece stood out to me. I could not find the original artist who drew the original piece. As I was drawing this piece it made me realize how held back I felt. The feeling of being able to put my emotions into an art piece such as this one gives me a great feeling of relief. Therefore this piece has a very deep meaning to me. No one should ever feel like they’re being held back. Artwork made by Blue Fuentes

Patience always pays off in the long run

It's a simple setting. With the Tooth fairy comes a feeling of softness and dreams. I had originally planned to make this a creepy type of art piece but it felt more natural to give her a dreamy landscape and give her a touch of softness to cover the creepy factor :) Artwork made by Misty Faust

Ashes to Ashes, Dust to Dust

Love to light, Makes the world so bright The shadows of depth, Pull me away Taken for granted, Souls to damned&nbsp; Gone from reality, Stray from my fate Broken path, Cracked roads of sorrow Shattered glass heart, I was truly broken from the Start Fading to nothing, Nothing but shadows in the wind&nbsp; Taken for granted, Souls to damned&nbsp; Gone from reality, Stray from my fate Broken path, Cracked roads of sorrow Shattered glass heart, I was truly broken from the Start

Lurking every corner, Nothing but dust on my shoulders Burning woods in the Autumn Breeze Fading to nothing, Nothing but shadows in the wind&nbsp; Love to light, Makes the world so bright The shadows of depth, Pull me away Taken for granted, Souls to damned&nbsp; Gone from reality, Stray from my fate Broken path, Cracked roads of sorrow Shattered glass heart, I was truly broken from the Start Fading to nothing, Nothing but shadows in the wind

waiting, I inspect the new hole in my pants to see how easy it’ll be to fix. It’s a small hole, so I’ll be able to sew it back together.&nbsp; Hopefully, I’ll see Flynn at school today, I’m looking forward to it. Once Aiden is on the bus we talk - well, he talks. I don't know what to say, I'm still shaken up over studying with Flynn.&nbsp; 	Aiden is talking about his soccer team, the books he's been reading, and everything else under the sun. As we round the corner leading to our school, I executively decide that today will be a good day. 	We arrive at the school and the bus quiets down, each student is shuffling off and finding their posse of friends in the front schoolyard. Aiden and I are two of the last students off the bus, so we collect our bags and walk through

the front doors. Our bus always arrives at school early, and we have time to gather in the cafeteria and do homework before the bell rings. We sit at a random table and take out our laptops and begin to work on our project for English! Our project is a poster that revolves around a book we read, "The Tell-Tale Heart," by Edgar Allen Poe. We use our laptops to map out our design for the project since we don't have the posterboard to work on it, that's in the English classroom.&nbsp; 	The bell rings and the whole school shoves and dips through each other to get to their classes. As I'm walking down the hall, I'm looking for Flynn or his friends - usually, they're easy to spot because of how loud they are, but today? Nothing. Not even a sound from his friends. They're all quietly walking to class, no Flynn to be seen.&nbsp;

I’m making my way to class when another one of Flynn’s friends - the one that had pushed me - comes up to me, shoving me into the lockers and quickly becoming aggressive. He looks at me angrily, “Hey! Flynn comes to your house for one day and then doesn’t talk to anyone all weekend! What did you do to him? Did you make him gay or something?” He pushes me again and I feel a bruise forming on my right shoulder blade from the impact of hitting the lockers. I shake my head no, telling him, “I didn’t! He hasn’t talked to me all weekend either.” in a frantic tone. His physical aggression dies down, and all he says is, “When he comes back, I’ll get the full story - and you’ll be beat.”&nbsp;

I make it to geometry, it feels lonely since Flynn isn’t here today, I don’t know where he is, but I hope he’s okay. I start on my work and I begin to miss Flynn a lot more than before, I try to shake it off but the thoughts of him won’t go away, so, in a moment of impulsive worry I text him, “Hey, are you here today?” and put my phone down, if he doesn’t answer then it’s okay, and if he does, it’s going to be great!&nbsp; 	When the class releases, nothing feels normal. The halls are full, yet, it’s never felt more empty. I realize that I don’t know most of these people, not even their names. I feel the need to meet someone to distract myself from the loneliness I was feeling, so, I walk up to a girl and introduce myself! I smile and say, “Hi! I’m Auggie, I like your outfit.” I adjust the feel of my sweater and in that split second, the girl is walking away giggling with her friends.

As the crow zips thru the night, The mind slowly becomes free. All of the birdie worries out of sight, As it glides its eyes are closed you see. As the crow beings crowing,&nbsp; The little ones at home are still growing. Midnight is only temporary fix, In morning it’s back to picking up sticks. But for now it’s peace and clarity, No more insecurities. Just a bird in midnight, that’s it.

I wish I could tell you how I felt, But I don’t know how to open. You said I was acting weird;&nbsp; Just brought back bad memories.

Goose looks at Goose statue

Honk. Artwork made by Samantha S.

I sit in my bed, my fingers are hovering over my phone’s keyboard, I look up at Flynn’s contact photo and my face drops. It’s Monday now, it’s been three days since Flynn and I ‘studied’ together. He hasn’t texted or called since then which I find a little strange but I understand. I want to text him so bad, but instead, I shut off my phone, toss it on the end of the bed, and start getting ready for the day. I walk over to my closet and shuffle through my various sweaters and baggy jeans, groaning at the lack of originality of my closet. I twirl my strawberry blonde hair as I stubbornly pick out an outfit I must’ve worn a hundred times. The outfit I picked was a colorblock sweater with different tones of brown, some beige, baggy cargo pants, and

worn down converse - Now that I’m dressed, I’m ready to face the world. I walk downstairs to the smell of bacon and omelets. On my way down, my dog runs after me, barking excitedly. I pat his head as I reach the end of the stairs, “Good morning, Ace!” He was a small Beagle puppy, barely four years old and covered in large spots of brown and white. I laugh and he continues to follow me to the breakfast table. I’m running low on time, I have five minutes to get to my bus stop so I eat a slice of bacon while grabbing my bag and rushing out the door. On my way to the bus stop, I trip and end up tearing a hole in my pants. I laugh it off and keep running so I don’t miss my bus. I get to my bus stop just on time (that’s a lie, I have to stop the bus, it’s already driving away.) After stopping it I hop in, sitting and waiting for Aiden’s stop so I can see him! While I’m

Artwork done by Sebastian Duarte and Julianna Garza

"Here's a princess I drew almost two years ago as a reminder no matter your ethnicity, you are beautiful." Artwork made by Alstor Lee

Missed fall submissions? No worries! Submit art now to be a part of the Winter edition! How do I submit? Find our QR codes at school Or Send an email to uploadzine@gmail.com (Or bother Miss Held!) What do I submit? Any and all art you can, friend! Is there a deadline? None set in stone, but we do hope to come out with a new edition in late January!

I'm a staff member, can I submit art? Nope! You're on your own for that. Use Facebook like the rest of your generation. What was with the sock puppet videos? They were annoying. We REALLY didn't want to show our face. We're sorry. We won't do it again. What was with the sock puppet videos? They weren't annoying at all. We love the kindness and appreciation of our artistry, thank you. We'll make more.

This was an assignment I had actually made for drawing class but was given alot of compliments for. I dont typically work with traditional mediums but I was quite fairly proud of this piece :) Artwork made by Misty Faust

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