“First Place $50
Victor Gonzales, 16
Bravo Medical Magnet
Victor: Okay, I know I’m supposed to write a story using the words that were on that paper but see the problem is how. I got two of my annoying friends and their gesticulations going on back here. “Jesus, kick back, I gotta do this thingie here! Don’t be trying to abash me here while I’m writing this thing.”
Jesus: Give me keyboard! You Metallica wannabe white boy! Let me show you how to write. The cat does not go moo, the bull does.
Victor: You’re sooo retarded, hee hee, you can’t even talk straight. Oh yeah, ‘give me keyboard.’ You’re a . . .hey! hey! Can’t say that now, can I? I
guess I have to resort to a euphemism to insult you. Jesus, you’re a poo poo head! Ya, thanks for the help on the moo word, I don’t think I was supposed to use it like that. If that Rachelle Carino girl were here, she’d probably be sooo sweet and intelligent (and pretty) to help me do this thinginstead of having you and Paco being jocose in all that I do.”
Paco: Fool, don’t try kissing up to the senior writer so you can write your essay! The only reason that you’re even trying to do this essay is ‘cuz you got pecuniary tats, thots, I mean thoughts in mind. Oh, and if anyone is reading this, my name is Paco, I’m 16, go to Wilson, a chaste guy and available if anyone wanted to know. Okay, that’s all.
Victor: Man, Paco, no one gives a rat’s fetid patoot (patoot means butt in case ya didn’t know my own made-up vocabulary) if you’re available or not!
Paco: Hey, no one asked you, alright rocker! You can’t even keep your licentiuos, I mean licentious self serious enough to get a chick.
Victor: Me, licentious? You’re mistaken, my quixotic wannabe-rebel. Hey, at least I don’t try to understand women by trying to look like one by plucking my eyebrows.
Jesus: That’s enough, both of you. You and your neologism is vexing the hell out of me. Turn off that computer already ‘cuz you’re not gonna even win the 50 bucks from the magazine thing-a-ma-bob!
Victor: Alright then! It’s not like I wrote anything special to impress you guys.
The End
(The two characters in the story besides me are obtuse and do not share the same quality of thinking as me. Thank you.)
2nd Place $30
Kellie Ault
Revere Middle School
I looked towards the wistful old woman sitting in her favorite gray chair. How long has it been now? The redolent plants that hung around the capacious room gave us both the fresh air that almost made me relaxed and weary. She was old now, lassitude. It would be her last time with me to stare at the tree in the center of the room, filled with ornaments and myriad balls of colorful glass, shining brightly and happily. I stood up and walked over towards her. “I have something for you.” She looked up and smiled. Yes, she was tired and weary, but she spoke with gesticulation. “I have something for you too. I hope you will enjoy it.” I turned my head in an insidious way toward what she held in her hands. It was beautiful and quixotic. Yes, it was just a rose, but a rose from someone I love. I quipped “for you” and handed her a soft, white teddy bear, only about the size of her hand. It wore a pink nose, velvet and small. She took it mellifluous-like and held it tightly. It spoke only “I love you” and brought even a larger smile on her face than before. I knew after 74 years of her life, she had had many moments of opening presents and staring at the tall tree on the same special day, but today was even more special. This would be my grandmother’s last Christmas, but it would be the best Christmas she ever had, with everyone in my family and I, who had and will always love her.
I stepped outside in the brisk yummy air that filled my lungs and I looked down at the rose, bright and beautiful, just like grandma.
No third place winner was chosen.”