Dear CPS (child protective services) My uncle is a weird person. His name is Malakai and he stands out from the crowd since he always wears a tattered trench coat. He often use to pick me up from school and my classmates would say he’s scary. I don’t see that. They say his eyes stare into the souls of people and say he’s a serial killer. But my uncle is way to nice to do that. One day a cat scratched my eye as I tried to pet it. A day later he got me an exact replica of it as a stuffed animal. It even had its pointed teeth and claws intact yet it didn’t move. It’s as if the cat was froze in place. My uncle was the only one who ever raised me and i don’t care what anyone says. One day we were walking next to each other in a park as his umbrella was above me and people on the street couldn’t help but look at him. I asked him why and he always told me it’s because he’s very attractive. While he’s not ugly I don’t see him as attractive either. One thing worries me about him sometimes. He often leaves for days on end as I fend for myself only to come back really hurt and tired. I often would make him food because he always said food is the best medicine. He just needs to stop worrying me and then everything will be happy and well. From, Maxwell Jones
Why did I have to grow up so fast. I remember when I was a dumb kid going to school and socializing with other kids my age as we didn’t have a care in the world. I can remember learning my ABC’s and when I was in 1st grade struggling with multiplication problems like 6 times 7. The time my parents got divorced and the only way I was cheered up was when I was told I would get two birthdays. When I was in middle school and asked a girl out, got rejected and stayed in my room eating ice cream for a week to drown out my sadness. When I first went to a band trip outside of my home state as I was terrified to be gone for a week while everyone around me couldn’t be happier to get away from their families. All of that feels so insignificant as I hold my high school diploma as the names of the now adults I have known my whole life. It’s still shocking how we have all grown up. I don’t feel like I am an adult though. As the names continued to be called and I hold the diploma my gown resting over me I can see my loved ones in the audience tears pouring down their faces as their oldest son has reached adulthood. Yet I don’t feel ready. I don’t want this all to end. I’d rather just stay in my room and repeat this school life all over again. Yet I already promised my parents I’d move out and get an apartment, start a career and maybe find a soulmate. It feels hard but I know I must continue forward. As the last name is called the audience roars as I walk back to my family as they give me a bouquet of colorful flowers. We head home and as I head to bed I can only imagine what future would be waiting for me out their in this massive world with endless possibilities for me.
Today’s the day, on my 18th birthday I, Hana Paris daughter of the virtues in Heaven, have been forced into war. The angels have been battling amongst themselves led by none other then Lucifer himself. God’s “favorite” of the arch angels rebelling against him. Yet as I stand at heavens gates bow in hand I can feel my heart begin to race. I would be fighting a long and everlasting war that may never end. Despite all of this I spread my wings and rush into the sea of arrows and magic being fired at one another. How could my own kind fight each other like this. Despite my emotions my body felt as if it was ready for combat. The angels with blackened wings were my enemies and I couldn’t let them tribe against the will of god. Angels were meant to be loving and guardians to the humans below, yet look at us now. Spilling the blood of our own kind onto the baron lands below. None the less I had to fight. For my home, friends family and most importantly my pride as an angel of the heavens. I don’t care how long this war takes or how long I have to fight. But I just pray it ends soon.
It was a brisk December morning as the sun was just bringing to rise upon the hills of an urban neighborhood. My eyes heavy and my body dragging itself as I walked to school. I felt exhausted as I had several tests to finish as well as how my grades haven’t been the best these past few weeks. My motivation was running low as I was only doing this to get my parents off my back. As I felt the cold wind against my face and the cold beginning to freeze my wet hair I could see a small creature in the distance. It appeared to be a small black cat who was nearly skin and bone. Their paws were stuck in a frozen puddle from a rainstorm the night before as it was meowing for help. Seeing this I dropped everything and ran towards the cat and began to blow hot air from my mouth onto the puddle to hopefully break it free. However nothing seemed to work as the cat seemed trapped. I then decided to pull a nearby pen out of my backpack and hopefully chip the ice off. Yet I begin to fear I have nothing to help. As I was about to give up I see a lighter left on the road. I grab it and begin to melt the ice off which was much more effective. However I seem to have found it at the wrong time. Behind me was a pair of kids who saw me pick up the lighter and put it near the cat assuming I wanted to hurt it. The other kids ran past me as I helped the cat escape and could only watch as they raced one another to the school. I knew I couldn’t take it with me so I carry it towards an alley way to be on its way. I then run to school and hope I am not late. As I get to my class I hear students whispering my name. They were calling me an animal abuser and an addict. I take a seat as class seemed to go by normally. At least until my lunch. A group of children walked up to me asking me questions about what I was doing and if the kitten is okay. I was honest yet they didn’t believe me. However despite it being mean their words don’t bother me. As school ended I begin to walk home like normal as I hear what sounds like wild dogs in the alley way I walked past on the way home. It took only a glance for me to realize what had happened. In this world it’s survival of the fittest, the predators eat the prey and that’s how life works. The strong devour the weak and nothing can change that. Even supporting those weaker then yourself or in need is a waste of time and that cat would have been better off stuck in the frozen puddle alone.
