The GHS Middle and High School Writing Clubs recently elected officers. They are:
Middle School
President - Carrley Bertrand
Vice-President - Parker Abshire
Secretary - Brynlee Turner
Publicist - Ronnie Mouton
Session A Representative - Alexandra Marquez
Session B Representative - Grace Lantier
Session C Representative - Brennon Mathews
Session D Representative - Jaci Guidry
High School
President - Mark Hebert
Vice-President - Julia Cormier
Secretary - Reina Petry
Publicist - Emma Reese
Members of the Writing Club also recently submitted their first writing samples. Their assignment was to create an original character then write an introductory paragraph about them. Congratulations to all our club officers, and congratulations to the four students whose works are featured below!
Ronnie Mouton
"Proceed!" yells the Director of Operations (DO). Everyone begins to load off the back of the truck. "This place reeks." One man says to another. The smell is not what I'm focused on though, it's the clipboard the D.O. is holding. A shiver goes down my spine as I see him watch over us, similar to how a vulture looks at prey. It watches, circles, and attacks, just like I assumed this man would react. He looked down at his clipboard, then back at the people, then back to his clipboard. "Prisoner 47, step forward now" the Director calls. I begin to shake, those mere words struck fear into everyone. I look to my left, read their grey outfit silently, "Prisoner 46". I then look to my right and do the same. I, now terrified, appear to be Prisoner 47. I summon up courage, swallow, and step forward. Guards grab me almost immediately and lead me to a small, concrete room. They sit me down, hand me a pencil, and a paper. The guard looks to me and says, "Write down the answers to questions as they are called out." Some of these questions are simple. Full Name, Adalia Orwell Smith. Gender, Female. Age, 17. Although, some are in fact quite odd. Like my blood type, which I for some reason knew. Any blemishes or scars, I have a puncture on the side of my neck from some old dog, a scar along my left arm, and some freckles along my face. Hair color, reddish-orange. Then some boring not-so-important questions were called. Now, the ending question. Reason for capture, the possession of a history book.
Ally Benoit
Walking into the circus, I take my seat in the 3rd row. While there were all kinds of different acts I just couldn't take my mind off of this one clown. He was introduced as Phillip, he wore a jester-like hat with bells, and he had something similar around his neck and shoulders. He looked to be about 5ft6 but without the shoes, he could be 5ft4. He had this black hair that looked soft and fluffy, and along with that, he wore makeup. The makeup was seen as basic clown makeup but it honestly just added to his beauty. The triangles above and under his dreamy brown eyes, along with the clown nose and white face paint just suited him perfectly. Now his outfit was rather crazy. He was wearing a sleeveless body suit that was a bright purple with a middle piece that went to his stomach and split into two black, criss-cross, folds. He had these chessboard patterns on his sleeves that stopped mid-arm and led to pitch-black gloves. The tights he wore matched his clown shoes that were spotted with red dots. This clown seemed to have come from a not-so-wealthy family. His shoes were worn out, to the point where his laces were brown with mixtures of the original, clean, white. After the shown had ended I got up and headed toward’s the carnival rides. I looked around to see a ferris wheel, I waited in line for about 17 minutes only to be told that I needed another person to ride with me. “I’ll ride with her,” said a voice from the middle of the line. They then walked to the front and it turned out to be Phillip! “I didn’t have anyone to ride with anyway, I was third wheeling those two love birds,” He then pointed to the acrobats. As we walk up to the cart Phillip opened the door and moved aside to let me into the cart. “Thank you, Mr,” I said as I sat down in the cart. Phillip then joined me and sat down on the opposite side.
Temprynce Hebert
Hey, my name is Noah Smith I'm 15 and moved to Louisiana about a year ago. My parents said it would be good for a boy my age to get out more and go to different places so we moved here. I don't understand what they see in me they act like I'm perfect. I'm not perfect I have many flaws, I dyed my hair pure black a month ago and they were so mad about it that they made me stay in my room for a week. They hate the way I dress also, They want me to dress fancy and elegant which I hate I go for more normal and casual. The reason I'm doing this is so I don't become what they want me to be...I hate my parents no doubt about it, when I was younger they always fought and they still do I don't know why they are still together. They were never good for each other and never will be.
Alexandra Marquez Lara
As the door unlocks opens I see a woman that looks like she's in her 20's. She has long wavy hair that has a nice tone of black on it, and touches her hips. Her slender eyes look like she has had a hard time lately, she is wearing a nice long t-shirt that's covering her shorts. Her face seems like she's never worn makeup before and she has a nice body shape and facial structure and her height looks about 5'9. "May I help you young girl?" and her voice sounds so beautiful too. "Hello?" she says, oh crap I stared for too long! "H-hello I came for t-tutoring!" Her eyes looked filled with joy now. "Of course, come in! Come In! Your name is Ume Yaishirou right?" as I nod she continues to say "I'm Misaki Tadashi, nice to meet you! Come in!" As I step in and take my shoes off, the smell of daisies hit my senses and boy this woman had a lot of cats.