Belle Lettres: The Candy Shop of Artwork and Pastries Sprinkled in Spring

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Belle Lettres: 2010 Edition

The Candy Shop ofArtworkandPastriesSprinkled in Spring


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Table of ContentsCover Page (Julia Endow)1

Window (Julia Endow).3

My Love for You (Monika Bujas)4

Burst of Hearts (Christina Choi)...5

Childish Love (Nato Ivanashvili).6

Passion (Cindy Chi)..7

Passion [Drawing] (Mercedes Morilla).7

Feelings of Regret (Mercedes Morilla).8

Feelings of Regret [Drawing] (Gabriela Kim)..8

Worst to Best (Ashley Vermeal)...................................................................................................9

Humor [Drawing] (Christina Choi).............................................................................................10

Humorously Hilarious (John Cahill)...........................................................................................11

Life (Mi Yeon Park )...................................................................................................................12

Tear Less Life [Drawing] (Mercedes Morilla)............................................................................13

Tear Less Life (Cindy Chi)..........................................................................................................13

Another Day ( ChiChi)................................................................................................................14

Untitled (Sean Hazelgreen)....................................................................................................15-18The Blank (Mi Yeon Park)..........................................................................................................19

Untitled (Angela Lee)..................................................................................................................20

Shadow In The Sky (Ashley Vermeal)........................................................................................21

World [Drawing] (Gabriela Kim)................................................................................................22

Thank You Note...........................................................................................................................23

Group Pictures..............................................................................................................................24


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My Love for You

My love is as deep as an ocean,

With no stream of fair thee well.

And with my dreams in motion,

My love has great stories to tell.

Love rocks me like a symphony,

Into the sweetest of slumber.

My love cant be expressed simply,

In even the greatest of number.

I could love you through the night and day,

And even after death.

Some men may sweep many women away,

But only you could stop my breath.

Many who reek with envy,

May try to cut my love thin.

I dont blame them if they are jealous of me,

Because loves nectar I bask in.

Daunting on a distasteful discrepancy,

Oh how I wish I knew.

For the sake of me I wish it were easy,

To find out if you like me as much as I like you.


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Childish Love

Let me go, and just walk away

dont stand next to me.

Its hard to talk to you,

when you arent listening.

How can I be with you,

when I had only two minutes in life to smile at you?

Last summer, I longed for a spare time,

an endless night just to talk to you

a night bright enough just to look at you

and a morning quite enough to kiss you.

So let me go,

its no use to keep calling on my name

its no use to spare either of our loss.

A childish love is never kept for long

and now, its time to just walk away.


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Passion

Peeling my skin off one by one

As i live another day

Singing my heart out

Shouting out my inner soulsI have the right to be

O i will one day be

Nothing will ever stop me


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Feeling of reget

(a poem of sorrow)

Regret

Deeply, Slowly

Stopping, Trying, Crying

I want to go back and stop it

Very sad


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Worst to Best

experience the world

find the hidden truth

drowning in a pool of distress

a soul left, left in sorrow

the never ending road

leading to a broken soul

caused by a broken heart

that live in the moment

mystified by a fake truth

the fog starts to clear

the mystified image disappears

time helps the soul

sorrow starts to leave

looking to the future

walking down the never ending road

discovering the truth

experiencing the world

then finally it's reached

life at its best


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Humorously Hilarious

What is laughter? Something to make you laugh? Cry? Smile? Wet your pants? Spit water out

your mouth? Well, obviously, yes, it is. All students and staff at R.M.H.S. laugh at mostly everything in

the comedic book. But what is it that makes people laugh? There are inside jokes, which people only get

if youre in on them; otherwise shouting "BANANA" across the table isnt funny. There are people that

even laugh at things that arent funny.However, to get to the point, there are two general of methods

to make people laugh: one is written and one is physical.

Written comedy" is basically words that are spoken or written down to make

people chuckle; for instance, stand-up comedy, or reading something funny off a piece of paper.

Physical comedy is making others laugh through movement in a humorous state. That humorous state

can be a person in pain, like getting hurt by a book, having an unusual expression or someone breaking

through glass, thenfalling down the stairs. Even if that sounded painful, people will still laugh at it,

because it's in our nature to find unusual things funny. Thats what makes comedy so wide-range,

because people can laugh at the simplest things.

The simplest jokes are your typical knock-knock jokes, or "why the chicken crossed the road"

ones; however, people have made new antics which get recycled. Quirks like that are "Yo

momma" jokes; for example, Yo mommas so clumsy she got tangled up in a cordless phone. Thereare

also wisecracks that offend cultures, hair color (blond jokes), religious, political you name it, it's funny

to someone. With every joke, people say you do have to be careful because you may hurt someone, or

the joke you're telling is only funny to you, and the person listening is really wanting you to just shut up.

Most likely the person will give a fake smile, laugh, and even say it's funny, and then say So anyway...

Overall, laughing is nation-wide, and sometimes laughing at yourself makes you realize that you have

accomplished something. (After writing the article I laughed)


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Life

Life.

What does that word mean?

Is it just one simple word in the English dictionary?

Or is it a meaning more in depth?

It all started out with a small green leaf on the surface of the Earth.

As rain kept pouring and pouring,

The tiny leaf grew and became

A big healthy tree.

I believe that life is like the develpoment of the tree.

Everyday in society, there is bad and good going on and many people

May say the cliche phrase "I hate life!" but without affliction, there is no advancement.

Life performs a specific purpose, morality.

No one is perfect. No one is bad. There is always a good in people.

Life is full of obstacles and twists and turns, but that is how we learn our lessons.

Wortking together, caring, helping, learning, sharing.

Confidence, bravery, trust, courage, passion, love, growth, health, commitment.

Life is a melting pot, and with my eyes, I always see a difference everyday, everywhere.

In the future, I see a Utopia. Isee light. GOD BLESS!


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Tearless Life

Tears... when will my tears go away?

Is there even such a life without tears?

Oh please let my tears of sadness go away

But please leave behind my tears of joy

If that is not possible, i guess i will just have to keep the tears of sadness for my tears of joy

(Life can never be perfect. If there are tears of joy, there will always be tears of sadness)


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Another Day

Risisng sun.

Another day.

Music on.

Bed made.

Coffee gulp.

Toast & jam.

Tears gone.

Smile says,

Yup,

Another day


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Untitled

All my life Ive always been called a snob. Well, in my mind, people have called me snob. In reality,theyve actually called me a harlot. Its not my fault that everyone doesnt love me as much as I do!

Cameron, the only person who really loves you is you, My mother would say, Dont let

anyone tell you otherwise. Ive always called those words The beautiful persons creed; Of course Imlistening to my mother, the seven-time Miss New York Beauty Pageant Queen.

Im the envy of all the girls of my school, and all the boys worship me. Im friends with thisgroup of girls at my school. Were not really friends, I guess its a Ill talk to you, even though I hate

your guts so I wont be alone relationship. For example, my only real friend (Her name is Jody, but I call

her Jodes) told me that the girls were making fun of my new haircut. I mean, seriously, is there anything

wrong with having a bob?

Jody and I were walking home from school, criticizing everyone and everything we saw (Hasanyone told that old lady that floral patterns are like, soooo 1950s?Rose pink houses have been out of

style for like, a century.), when Jody picked up this old top hat on the sidewalklike the ones you

would see from Victorian timesand made a snarky comment. We stopped walking.

Ew, who would wear this raggedy piece of junk? she remarked, and tossed it down on the

sidewalk.I felt attracted to the hat somehow; it was just so retro. Dont say that, it would look really

cute with that Gothic Lolita outfit I wore for Halloween two years ago. I picked up the hat and dusted it

off.

Youre right; that costume was really cute, Jody said, snatching it from my hands. Mind if Itry it on? I had a feeling that she was going to try it on, no matter the decision I made.

Um, sure. I said uncertainly. I looked around to see if anyone was watching us. We started

walking again.

Suddenly, there was a brilliant flash of light and the sound of ragtime music. I looked over at

Jody, but she was gone. All that was left of her was the old top hat.

Jodes? I said, quietly I first. I got no response, just the sound of cars whizzing by. Jody?!

This isnt funny, Jody! I screamed. She still didnt come out.

I picked up the old top hat and looked inside it, thinking that Jody may have shrunk down to thesize of a mouse, and hid inside the hat.

It started out as a small beam of light. It shined directly into my left eye; I shut it tight so the light

wouldnt cause any damage. I looked with my right eye to see where the light was coming from. It looked

like it was coming out of the bottom of the hat. Then, I heard the faint sound of old ragtime music. The

light grew larger, and the music grew louder. Suddenly, the whole top of the hat was engulfed with light,

and I was sucked in.

I woke up in the middle of the sidewalk, my ears ringing from the loud ragtime music. It was

night time now. My dad is sooo going to kill me. I said under my breath, and got up. I went to reach

for my bag, but stopped. Something was different about it. It looked black, even though my bag is white. I

picked it up and held it out into the streetlight. It was black! I can worry about it later, I said to myself,

and slung the bag over my shoulder. I ran all the way home.

I stood on my lawn, looking up at my house in awestruck confusion. My house had blue bricks,

even though they were red.. I assumed that the night was playing tricks on my eyes, and ran up the lawn

to the front door. I whipped out my keys from my back pocket, sorting through the multiple charms(very

in right now at school) to find my key.

Right as I was about to stick my key into the door, my father opened the door wearing his pajama

pants and a gray #1 Dad t-shirt. Where have you been? He said in a stern voice. I knew I was going to

get it.


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I started to explain, Well, I was walking with Jody when she

You know what? It doesnt matter. Im just glad youre home. He wrapped his arms around me

in a big bear hug. Thats odd, I thought to myself. He usually wasnt this embracing. He was usually cold

and unfeeling, like my mother. I looked over his shoulder to see my mother standing there, holding a tray

with a steaming plate of oatmeal, complete with a tube of cinnamon and a few blueberries, which were

neatly stacked in a pyramid. I felt a couple drool droplets form at the corner of my mouth. I love oatmeal.

Thats also odd, I thought again. She usually makes our personal chef cook our meals. Ive never seen her

make anything. Ever.

After what seemed like an eternity, my dad let go of me. Your mother made a nice meal for

you, He said, leading me inside with one arm around my shoulder, She made your favorite, oatmeal.

My mother moved over to the coffee table in the living room, and placed the tray down. Ill

leave this here for you. When youre done, just bring it in the kitchen. Okay, sweetums?

Sweetums? Um, sure mom. I said uncertainly. This whole situation was really starting to freak

me out. But hey, oatmeal.

I took the spoon out of the bowl and filled it with cinnamon from the tube. I poured it in, and took

three blueberries from the blueberry pyramid. I dropped them in and began to mix the ingredients in with

the oatmeal. Hey mom and dad, I said to them, since they were watching me like hawks, Are you guys

feeling alright?

Yes honeybuns, why do you ask? They said in unison after a moment.

Just wondering, Im going to go to bed now. I basically devoured the oatmeal in three

spoonfuls.

I went to pick up the tray when my mother reached it before I did. Ill take that honey, you go

rest.

But didnt you tell me to Whatever. Night guys, see you tomorrow. I said, walking across the

living room to the staircase.

Night, darling. Dad said, waving.

What the hell is up with them? I mumbled under my breath.

I woke up the next morning and made an attempt to pick out an outfit. But, for some reason, my

clothes were in a disorganized state. This makes no sense, because I reorganize my closet every Sunday,and its only Tuesday. Uhm. I said to myself, looking for something to wear. The weird thing was,

none of the clothes in the closet looked like they were mine. All the clothes looked like something a PlainJane would wear.

I guess I could bring back the minimalist look; less is more. I said to myself uncertainly,

picking out a pair of blue jeans and a black T-Shirt. I went to the mirror and began to put my hair up in aponytail. I decided against wearing make-up, because Plain Janes wear virtually no makeup.

After I finished getting ready, I made my way downstairs to the kitchen to eat breakfast. To my

surprise, my mother was standing at the stove, making pancakes. Where the hell was our chef? Uh, hey,

mom. Wheres Carmella? I ask. Carmella has been our chef since I was a little girl; she made the bestfood.

Whos Carmella? She asked in retaliation. It was like we never even had a personal chef.

Carmella is our Oh, never mind, I said, sitting down at the table.

After that, I knew something was up. Carmella was my moms best friend in high school.

Carmella had gotten fired from her job, and couldnt sustain herself. Her house was repossessed and mymom was nice enough to take her in. Carmella was a great cook, and she listened to orders. My mom

would never fire her.

She placed a hot, steaming plate of pancakes in front of me. They looked amazing. I felt a few

drool droplets forming at the corner of my mouth. I began to cut them into intricate little triangles. When I

finished, I picked up the bottle of syrup sitting in the middle of the table, and lightly drizzled it over mydelicate little triangles. I stuffed them in my mouth, anticipating how good they were going to taste. They

were like nothing I'd ever tasted. I died a little bit inside when I ate those pancakes. I glanced over at the


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clock, which read 8:15. I had 15 minutes to get to school. I got up from the table, ran to my room

to grab my backpack, and I was swiftly out the door.

I usually met Jody at the sidewalk in front of my house. Luckily, she was standing there, like she

always does. At least something hadn't changed. "Hey Jodes. I like your outfit," I said to her as we started

walking. She was wearing basically the same thing I was. Great minds think alike, I guess.

"Hey ho," Jody said playfully, "Did you have this crazy dream last night about being sucked into

this hat?" She asked .

"Yeah, but I don't think it was a dream, Jodes." I explained to her the weird things that had

changed in my parents.

"My parents have been acting odd, too. My mom made me this big bowl of clam chowder for

dinner last night. She made me the most amazing batch of French toast when I got up."

"Really? My mom made me pancakes," I responded as we turned a corner, "Also, has your chef

gone missing? I asked mom where Carmella went, but she had no idea who I was talking about."

"Yeah, Spada was gone too.. My mom looked at me like I was crazy."

I pulled out my cellphone to check the time. It was 8:27. "We have to hurry Jodes, we're gonna be

late." I said, speeding up.

She struggled to catch up to me. "Do you think anyone at school has changed, too?" Jody asked.

"I hope not."

That day was really twisted. Everyone that would have usually been their cheery, nice selves

were total meanies, for lack of a better word. The teachers were pretty bad-tempered, although they're

usually just like that. I mean even Carol Lee, the nicest girl in school had undergone a horrific

transformation. She told me to get away from her when I asked her for a pencil in English.

When lunch rolled around, I sat with the girls. It seemed that we were all sporting the Plain Jane

look. "Hey guys," I said, trying to be cheery.

"Hi Cameron!" They all said in unison, like they were a hive mind. All except Jody, of course.

"Hey Cammie," Rebecca(She's one of those Ill talk to you, even though I hate your guts so I

wont be alone type of girls, remember?) she beckoned me toward her, "Can you help me with this one

math problem? I just can't seem to get it..."I'm awesome at math. I'm awesome in all subjects actually. But, I acted dumb so guys would like

me more. Guys didn't like it when a girl could overpower him in the intelligence sense. "x=5, Rebecca." Ididn't feel like explaining it to her.

"Thanks!" Rebecca said cheerily, writing down the answer. Her cheery attitude made me want to

punch her in the face."Whatever," I responded, moving back to my seat next to Jody. "What the hell is up with them?"

I whispered to Jody."

"I don't frigging know."

"Hey, nerd!" Jerry Mitchellson said to me from the table next to me, "Do my homework, I'm toolazy." He waved a sheet of paper in front of my face.

"Get away from me, you're frigging gross," I cringed, making gagging noises for extra effect.

"Whatever." He said, going back to his putrid friends.

At least my attitude triumphed over his.

After school, me and Jody walked home together, like always. "Today was weird," She said,

simply."

"Didn't it seem like everyone who was usually a happy goody-goody was a jerk today?" I asked

her, kicking a pebble.

"Yeah, seriously. Especially Carol Lee!" She exclaimed as we turned a corner."Carol is the nicest girl there is. Correction: was." I shrugged.


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"Yeah--" Jody said before tripping flat on her face. She tripped right on the crack between the

sidewalks. She seemed to be fine for the most part, just a scratch on her face."How do I look?" She asked,

standing up.

I dusted her off, "You look fine, just a few minor scratches on your face." I saw that she had a

black plastic bag stuck to her shirt. But, as the plastic bag retook its form, it wasn't a plastic bag; it was

the old top hat!

Suddenly, the old rag-time music played, and the familiar beam of light began to form. It once

again struck my left eye. I just waited for it to suck me in.

I woke up lying next to Jody on the sidewalk. I sat up, rubbing my forehead. I tapped Jody with

my foot, trying to get her awake. After a few kicks, she woke up.

Get up, were home. I said urgently. I looked at my bag, its white surface gently reflecting the

moonlight. I didnt wait for Jodes, I ran straight home.

I looked up at the familiar red brick as I was running up the lawn. I rang the doorbell many, many

times before my dad answered, rubbing his right eye. I threw my arms around him in a sweet embrace.

Cameron? He said drowsily, Where have you been? I thought you were up in your room

What? I said, releasing him.

Who is it, dear? I heard my mother say from upstairs.

My dad called back, Its Cameron, I think. \

What do you mean? Hold on She responds. I heard the sound of a faint knocking, and

mumbles from upstairs. I heard footsteps coming down the stairs. Not one person, but two.

I saw who followed my mother downstairs

Me.


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The Blank

Blank.

A fresh paper that was white

As a tooth, was blank.

There it laid on a finely polished table made of

Cherry-wood.

How perfect and clean it was.

Just simple and dull the paper was,

With no character.

Though, this was not just some

Original paper.

But it was a paper that was

Extremely fragile like school homework.

Actually, a very beautiful paper

that could not be touched.

Not bothered, not ripped, not folded, not

written on, not nothing.

Its simple color of hue overruled

The other "colors of the rainbow."

This unusual piece of paper

Was beautiful not because

Of its physical appearances

But its inner beauty.

Internally, the paper holds

Dreams, goals, celebration,

Success, honesty, care,

Love, and sacrifice.

This paper is like human.

This may seem eccentric,

But a person holds a deep

And special magic.

Everyone has a talent so rare

That no one can reach but them.

Not one touch of black ink

Could ruin this beautiful paper.

Nothing.

Not the wind could blow this

Beautiful paper.


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He asks why I like him.

Might as well ask, Why I breathe.

Maybe tomorrow I won't breathe or like him anymore.

Maybe tomorrow the sun won't rise.

Maybe tomorrow the tides will stop.

Maybe tomorrow the ground will break.

Maybe tomorrow the world will stop spinning.

Maybe tomorrow he will stop asking useless questions.


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Shadow In The Sky

shadows in the sky

the dieing never lie

lighting up the night

passing through the sky

shadows floating by

through the clouds up high

shadows in the sky

never fading away

not even for day break

continueing to move on

through the darkness

and through the light

shadows in the sky

the dieing never lie

even when the sun

starts to rise

visible to the eye

sprouting with new life

to create new moments

in their eternal time

the never dieing

the truth hiding

shadows in the sky


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The Library Council would like to thank the following people for

their amazing efforts towards Belle Lettres: The Candy Shop of Artwork

and Pastries of Literature Sprinkled in Spring:

Ms. Walsh Advisor

John Cahill -Co-President

Ashley Vermeal -Co-President

Nato Ivanashvili Vice President

Julia Endow Secretary

Christina Choi Creator of Director

and other members of Library Council


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