FromLionsPosttheMacWriters’ 9Issue’ Welcome to MacGregor The best we can be • Explore MacGregor State High School • Immerse yourself in the MacWriters’ talent • Interview with Alumni Gavin Suddrey
Creative Director Duy Ngyuen As we head into the last half of 2022, we must reflect on some very memorable moments. We battled our way through the Brisbane floods and the flood of COVID cases. We, as an entire school, should be proud of our stu dents and teachers as they have shown their resilience through these obstacles. MacGregor has definitely shown me what is important. Family and community are strengthened by the strong friendships and relationships we all create throughout the MacGregor journey. Everyone at MacWriters are keen on what the next semester brings to us and the memories that follow.
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Before I conclude my opening letter, I’d like to ask everyone reading this to take a moment to step back and ap preciate all of the achievements they have made leading up to this point and mount them on the same pedestal as the ones where we benchmark ourselves against others. Thank you to everyone reading this for entrusting me in leading this new chapter of the MacWriters and Lion’s Post.
Noah Ryu Head of Photography 2022 was a one-of-a-kind year. As our lives began to return to normal after the pandemic, we were hit by the hard fist of mother nature; however, in spite of everything, we persevered as a team. This issue is the first of Lion’s Post that I am part of. Being part of the MacWriters team has been an exciting and pleasant experience, as I got to know people from other grades. I look forward to contributing to future issues of the Lion’s Post.
Benjamin Lu MacWriters’ Director High school is definitely a step up from primary. It can become overwhelming at times, and at times, it doesn’t seem fair: “I put in the effort, I studied, but why do I continue to fall short?” I took on the Lion’s Post and the MacWriters so it could be an outlet where students can express their feelings and focus on their own headspace. I hope MacWriters stands up against the test of time and continues to be a space where students can have a cre ative outlet and explore talents and hobbies that were previously unbeknownst to them.
The ManagementTeamTeam Benjamin Lu MacWriters’ Director Duy Ngyuen Creative Director Noah Ryu Head of Photography MacWriters’ Team Richie Taulani Senior Journalist Junior Photographer Arjun Ramke Senior Journalist Sidney Silverio Junior Creative Writer Sarah Kirby Junior Creative Writer Emily Richards Junior Creative Writer Alexis Ong Junior Creative Writer Harper Sumantra Junior Creative Writer Junior Illustrator 2
After a year of dormancy, the Lion’s Post and MacWriters return with a new management structure and a new model. The youth of today and tomorrow need a space where they can express their voices, a space where they can be heard loudly. That is what I hope for the Lion’s Post to be. Everyone here at the MacWriters calls on all young people to stand and express themselves and make their voices heard. MacWriters will be here to shine light on the issues, achievements, stories, and talents that matter to the youth of our community.
MacWriters’ Director Benjamin Lu
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Welcome back to the Lion’s Post
Delve into another world, Understand the realm we live in, Our voice, the student voice, The Lion’s Post exists as an outlet. a point where any stu dent can express their creative side and explore talents previously unknown. We are here to stand with you, to support you, because we are all part of the ==same fam ily. We are the Lion’s Post
Whether you’re here to showcase your work or hone your skills, the MacWriters will always be here for you.
No matter if you’re a beginner writer or an avid writer, you have a place here at the MacWriters. We aim to show case your work in our magazine, The Lion’s Post, published every term to the community through MacGregor State High School’s socials. Let your talents be known!
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IntroductionContents Opening Letter........................ 1 Member List............................. 2 Welcome to the Lion’s Post... 3 Journalism Sport@MacGregor................. 5-6 The Music of MacGregor........ 7-8 Club Roundup.......................... 9-10 Multicultural Showcase.......... 11-12 Feature Article Alumni Success Story: Suddrey....................................Gavin 13-14 Creative Writing The Last Destination.............. 15 The Wandering Apprentice... 16 Perseverance........................... 17-18 Restraint................................... 19-20 Conclusion Member Callout........................ 21 Issue Credits.............................. 22 4
Sport@MacGregor
Sport@MacGregor
MacProgram MacGregor State High’s Wednes day Period 4 sports programme continues to evolve, encapsulating a wide variety of activities in which students can explore opportu nities and strengthen bonds in a setting that envelopes all year levels. For the first time in Mac Gregor’s history, e-games were an available option for students, offering students an opportunity to try something new and differ ent,= while still honing in on one of the major benefits of traditional sports camaraderie. This is a whole school programme where students are not assessed; how ever, they learn valuable real world skills to continue to strive to Be The Best They Can Be in and out of the classroom. During the Spring Season, stu dents will participate in an in terclan competition where they compete for the coveted clan trophy each year. Students par ticipate in a range of activities, including dodgeball, volleyball, basketball, capture the flag, and other mini-modified games as a year level.
Written by Richie Taulani and Benjamin Lu With excerpts from Ms. Robinson Carnivals@MacG Despite the rough start to the year with the cancellation of the swim ming carnival, MacGregor SHS continued to host another year of the Colour Run and Athletics Car nival. In spite of the rain, students continued to fight on with their friends through the spray of chalk during the colour run and showed their fighting spirit at the athletics carnival. Participation is every thing! Congratulations to all the students who participated in the events. Every student who partici pated is collecting points for their clan for the MacGregor Clan Cup. An initiative by the collective of the Student Representative Coun cil and the teachers of MacGregor SHS, the MacGregor Clan Cup is a year-long competition between the four clans of MacGregor. Stu dents can contribute to their clans by participating in sporting events, amidst other activities. Every point counts! Competitive Sports This year brought firsts for many. For the first time, MacGregor fielded a boys’ netball team, which played alongside the junior girls’ netball team at the Vicki Wilson Cup Round Robin. Persevering through all obstacles, they were placed 3rd in the shield develop ment competition, with the boys team finishing as runner-ups. These are great achievements for the teams and a great experience, with both teams being challenged and growing in skill and under standing of the game throughout the day. During the summer season, 3 teams advanced to the Metropoli tan Finals. These teams represent ed MacGregor SHS with pride and passion. We now look forward to the teams working towards pro gressing to the Winter Finals.
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MacGregor State High School Cross Country Photographed by MacGregor SHS - Media Team 6
MUSIC CAMP
The Music of MacGregor
The whole music program attended the annual Music camp earlier this year. Students participated in the Camp walks, bowling, talent shows and per formed in a mini concert. But between the recre ations of this camp was the solid devotion from all the musicians to perform and practise for many hours a day to refine and perfect their technique, with pieces like ‘Storm Rider’ (Timo Jarvela) being performed by Albinoni strings, MacGregor’s leading string ensemble. The Music Camp also provided opportunity for the Macgregor cohort to meet one another, with the introductions of year 7s being their opening to the music program at our school. It enabled for the Macgregor music community to gather around one mutual interest and build that community stronger than ever allowing for the divide between year levels to close.
Pictured MacGregor SHS Musicians
The Music of MacGregor
Photographed by Ms. Armstrong
Written by RYU Noah and RAMKE Arjun T he music program at Macgregor is one of the highest regarded extra-curricular activities at the school. There are a multitude of levels for all students, with different ensembles and bands for beginner to experienced musi cians. Music students often perform during lunches for other students to enhance the atmosphere of the school.
Pictured MacGregor SHS Wind Symphony Photographed by Ms. Armstrong “Music Camp was an awesome experience where we got to practice our ensemble pieces, develop long-lasting memories and enjoy music performances from our talented friends during Red Faces!” - Jasmine Goddard
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Pictured MacGregor SHS Albioni Strings Photographed by Noah R Pictured MacGregor SHS Percussion Ensemble 1 Photographed by Ms. Armstrong 8
MUSIC@MAC The following Tuesday was Music at Mac! All our ensembles and choirs thrilled the large audience with the expressive melodies of the choirs and bands. We commend all the music teachers for their hard work teaching and the students for their playing. The music program is an amazing opportunity for all students that provides fun, challenge, and camaraderie. “Through music, I’ve created long-lasting friendships and have had opportunities to represent our school in various events and competitions and the music teachers taught very helpful lifelong skills that I wouldn’t learn anywhere else”
FANFARE The Music program at Macgregor has always been our School’s pride and joy. Our instrumental groups recently attended Fanfare where they were awarded two platinum, five gold and one silver award. This is a phenomenal result, and we congratulate the groups and their directors for their work and effort. Thanks to the catchy rhythms of Percussion Ensemble 1, and the melodic execution of Wind Symphony, they have been awarded the pres tigious Platinum award. Albinoni Strings, Corelli Strings, Big Band, Wind Ensemble, and Percussion Ensemble were awarded with a Gold award, and Jazz Combo were awarded with a Silver award.
Pictured MacGregor SHS Percussion Ensemble 1 Photographed by Ms. Armstrong
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The purpose of the Art Mindfulness Club is to embrace the creativity of students through artwork. Currently, the students participating in this club are working on art projects that correlate with the NAPCAN neighbourhood safety campaign. During the designated club time, students create artwork projects that promote neighbourhood safety or artworks that recognise the student’s interpretation of neighbourhood safety. Through this campaign, stu dents reflect on what being safe can mean, and how fortunate many of them are to be able to experience such high safety standards. The activities that students participate in consist of creating artwork and having fun. Ms. Shepard, who works as an arts aide in the Q block, is the coordinator of this club. This club takes place on Fridays in Q-Block.
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Written by Richie Taulani and Benjamin Lu With excerpts from Ms. Shepard At Macgregor State High, clubs have been implemented by our school for our students to promote connection with their talents and with each other. Students have designated their times for these clubs, taking place during lunch time. The Art Mindfulness Club and the Rainbow Youth Club are two clubs currently active at MacGregor State High School.
Art Mindfulness Club: Pictured by Noah Ryu. Every Friday at Q-Block. Open to all.
The Art Mindfulness Club
In a time when youth expression is at risk, the Rainbow Youth Club is a student-led club that runs weekly, aiming to create a safe, welcoming, and accepting school environment for all youth. Through this club, students can express their individuality, emotions, and shape their identity. We pride ourselves on being a diverse environment where anyone can be accepted, no mat ter their race, sexuality, or identity. Students can be given a safe and supportive environment for all students to discuss and seek advice. What the club chooses to do is up to its members, but often includes pitching in on community service and awareness projects, as well as getting together for social gatherings. The club meets every Monday at the school’s Red Shed, and is open for anyone to join, whether just to look around or to stay and contribute.
Rainbow Youth Club: Pictured by Noah Ryu. Every Monday at The Red Shed. Open to all. Rainbow Youth Club Photographed by Noah R 10
The Rainbow Youth Club
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Multicultural
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Photographs by MacGregor State High School Written by Benjamin Lu After two years of delays and unforeseen complications brought upon by the COVID-19 Pandemic, MacGregor State High School brought back the always highly anticipated Multicultural Festival. For the first time in it’s his tory the Festival was to be held in the evening of Week 8 of Term 3. The Multicultural Festival featured 16 student acts spanning across the entire world and with support from our P&C Volunteers included a wide variety of cuisine on offer showcasing the different tastes of the world. This festi val is a shining beacon of collaboration and diversity among the students at MacGregor State High School. This is a huge testament to everyone: the performers, staff, our P&C Supporters, and everyone who came and watched these stunning performances. Congratulations to everyone who performed at the festival, and we all look forward to what the future holds for Multicultural at MacGregor State High.
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“Engineering robots to solve problems”
Written by SILVERIO Sidney, KIRBY Sarah and LU Serina Interviewee: SUDDREY Gavin
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Gavin Suddrey had a memorable experience with the MacGregor community Since graduating from Mac Gregor State High School in 2006. He has a PHD in Robotics and is currently working as a senior research engineer at QUT. The future looks bright for this alum ni of MacGregor State High School. Suddrey graduated from Macgregor and later went on to accomplish many great things. During his time at MacGregor, he preferred hands on learning rather than a desk and chair environment which later helped him in his area of expertise. As quoted by Gavin him self he ‘Spent most lessons watching the clock.’ This refers to his distaste of generic learning dynamics and the lack of learning strategies implemented in the past; however, his experience with our school goes much further. Like many, Gavin stated that the high light of his MacGregor journey was the time and effort our esteemed staff had extended for the students and enjoyed the several years he spent in this educa tional space. He states that his work depended on ‘mostly luck, a little hard work, but mostly luck’. He began studying software engineering, intending to work in the video games industry. Suddrey says that during his last year of University, the Australian gaming industry unfor tunately (or rather fortunately) imploded. During this time, he discovered his passion for robotics. He began pursuing it with simple hobbies such as DIY projects, reading, and tinkering with computers. Strategically ignoring several academics, helped open and intro duce existing options for Gavin Suddrey. Through these conversations, he joined the robotics club, which gradually let him up to his success today.
Student Success Story
Gavin SuddreyResearch Engineer - Queensland University of Technology
‘Engineering robots to solve problems’ is how Gavin described his work. Isaac Asimov (a famous author of science and science fiction) was a great inspiration throughout his life with many of his quotes living rentfree in Suddrey’s head. Some of Gavin’s favourites included “Violence is the last refuge of the incompe tent,” and “In life, unlike chess, the game continues after checkmate.” He is a strong advocate of video games and encourages them to children, alluding to the fact that it heightens intelligence. MacGregor opened many opportunities for our alum ni, such as the LEGO Robotics competition he entered in grade 9 with one of MacGregor fellow graduates, although they faced a loss, he continued his hobby of video games and the fascination he had with elec tronics. Another valuable experience that contributed to his success was the time spent with his friends. MacGregor is a school focused on community and togetherness Gavin’s experience with his peers is a prime example of this.
Pictured Gavin Suddrey Australian Centre for Robotic Vision The game continues after checkmate 14
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It’s like a never-ending void when you die. The bone-chilling temperature subtly reminding you that you’re dead. The soft gust of wind blew through my ribcage, my rotting corpse sitting amidst the field of black roses. Looking around, I am stumped with con fusion. Where was I? I stared off in a random direction with my singular eye, hoping to see some sort of life-form, but alas, I was there alone. I lifted the palm of my hand and brushed it against my cheek, my blood almost running colder than it already was as my fingers went through my cheek. “Ah. That gaping hole wasn’t there before...” I mut tered to myself. No worries, it wouldn’t matter anyway. I hissed as my worn-out leather jacket flapped against the intense winds. The wind kissing against my rotting skin, my eye starting to sting from the cold. I slowly exhaled steam as the temperature grew colder around me. I stood almost unbothered, still in the field of black roses. “Tut tut. It’s so boring. What do you even call a place like this anyways? The abode of the damned?” I grum bled to myself, walking around the field, followed by the crushing of a few flowers. My brittle hair danced in the howling winds. I raised my bony fingers to run through the thin strands of hair I had remaining, yanking out any knots and tan gles that got in the way. I huffed in contempt, patting down my hair and turned around once more. A blinding light caused me to stumble back a bit, rais ing my arms in defense. Adjusting to the light, I finally reopened my eye. As I stared ahead at the sight, my mouth flew open wide in surprise.
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Taking a step forward must’ve been the hardest thing I had ever done since death, because there was a sudden gust of wind trying to push me back. I grunted as I tried to advance through the aggressive winds, wanting to finally reach my final destination. Though, I suppose the world had other options for me, since the winds blew me back so far, I fell into an abyss. The ringing sounds and howling of the winds fell deaf to my ears, and every inch of my body started to burn into nothing but ash. I suppose that the things I have done in life were not the best. So, I huffed and accepted my fate. This would be my final destination. “And once I reach it, only ashes will remain.” And thus, the embers of my soul were slowly distin guished, allowing me to finally reach the end.
Written by SUMONTRA Harper
The ApprenticeWandering
But instead of blustering about the insolence of children like Theo had expected him to, the man just smiled, said “Fair enough,” he stated, “but I’m enquiring about apprentices in my trade.”
Reluctantly, Theo left the blacksmith’s home, wishing an apprenticeship could come to him. He came from a long line of blacksmiths. But no one would take him. He had been scrawny when he was younger, and even though he was strong enough to use a heavy hammer now, his impression from when he was younger remained. He was crossing the road when a cart pulled up beside him. As the man got out and strode toward the blacksmith’s house, he stopped and looked at Theo. The man’s eyes widened, and he turned towards Theo and quickly strode towards him. The man greeted him and asked him if he had a job. Theo replied with a curt answer: “Not yet, sir, but may I ask why it is of your concern?”
Instead of answering, the man beckoned Theo to his cart. Theo peered inside and saw... little glass beads. Theo looked at the man, unimpressed. “What is that? And why would you think I want to make tiny bits of glass?” “Be cause” he stated triumphantly, “It’s going to be very popular in the future if I make enough.”
This got Theo interested. “What is your trade?” he enquired. “Is it related to blacksmithing?”
Theo looked at him sceptically. Then he strode off towards his house without a word. “Wait!” The man called as Theo reached his door, “Glasswork involves fire! And... and you’re from the Metalbush family, right? “ Theo froze and then spun around. “When can I start?” He almost yelled. ********
A while later, Theo was learning that he was a natural at making glass, and he suspected anything involving fire would be easy for him. The man had been right, and glass was very popular with everyone. Theo had at first been sceptical and reluctant to work, even though he was still kind of following his family’s tradition, but he ended up being rather wealthy, at least as rich as your average blacksmith, if not better off.
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Written by RICHARDS Emily
Written by KIRBY Sarah and ONG Alexis
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Perseverance
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I began to harbour a dislike for everyone who could still draw, glowering at the paintings that began to appear on the hospital walls for the competition. I blandly wondered whether I should tell someone, but the instinct inside drew away from company. The talisman inside me had become a lump of rock, barely alight, never burning with will or need. I spent all day lying around in bed, waiting for something to happen. And it did. “All right, that’s enough!” I stared wordlessly as my mother marched into the room. “I am sick and tired of you moping around because you can’t draw.”
“I am not-” I began, but she interrupted me. “Oh yes you are. You have done nothing except lie around in bed all day. “ “Well, I can’t do anything!”
“The diagnosis isn’t clear.” “She suffered a nasty injury, and we’ll have to do more tests to make sure. “ I felt around with my arms and wondered if I was in the hospital. All I could remember was the truck, and then the pain. I tried to ask what was happening, but my voice came out as a low croak and my head felt fuzzy, like it was wrapped in cotton wool. “Oh! She’s awake. “ I felt my mother rush to the bed and start to fluff the pillows and rearrange the sheets. I tried to speak again, but I didn’t seem to be able to. I feebly pushed her away and sank back into my blan kets. All I wanted to do was fall back into that com forting blackness where nothing hurt, and this horrible reality was far away. My will to do anything was gone. Gone with the broken arm. A tiny ember, barely burn ing. The next time I woke up, my voice and eyes had improved. I sat up and my covers fell away, revealing my arm. A beige cloth bandage wrapped around my entire forearm, held in place by a blue brace that felt clumsy and blocky, like a huge, poorly constructed extension on my arm. “Oh no.” I whispered. “It had to be done.” My mother said sympathetically. My left hand, my drawing hand. “How long will it be on for?” “9 weeks.” 9 weeks! I wouldn’t be able to use it for months, let alone draw with it. My condition only seemed to wors en, or, at best, it stayed the same. Every time I tried to stand up, my head swam, and a wave of nausea engulfed me. I was forced to stay confined in bed, boredom overtaking me. The only time I risked stand ing up was to wash and use the bathroom. My arm throbbed continuously, and doctors, nurses, my friends, and my parents all came and went, leaving my side table resembling a rose garden, a card shop, and a sweet store all rolled into one. My friend Ally came, with news of a local art competi tion that I ached to join. She sympathetically suggest ed drawing with my right hand, but I was horrified. My right hand would be worse than my left is now! As time passed, I found that I could walk short distances without my head spinning, but the pain was still there.
The screech of tyres as the truck careened over towards me, my leaden feet were stuck to the ground as my mind yelled to run and for the pain to stop. Pure, sharp pain as I rolled out of the way and landed on my arm, broken glass showering the pavement. Then blackness. perfect, inky darkness where I floated away from tucks and glass and broken arms. But then I woke up. A painful throbbing in my arm and low, incomprehen sible whispers brought me down from sleep. I opened my eyes, but everything was blurred and indistinct. I seemed to be lying on a hard bed with stiff white sheets. The voices persisted. Where was I? “How is it?”
The thing that hurt the most was that my arm was still broken. I tried to keep drawing, but it was impossible. And every time I tried and stared at the wonky bear on the page without a nose, a feeling of hopelessness engulfed me. I couldn’t draw anymore.
“Utter nonsense. I’ve seen you. You are perfectly able to go and tie your shoes and read books, so if that’s nothing, I’d like to see something! “ I opened my mouth to protest, but I realised it was true. I wish that I could still draw. My mother’s distress had opened something up inside of me. A chance. Like a talisman inside me, just out of reach. And now that it was there, I wanted it.Days later, I was practis ing with my right hand. Wobbly stroke after wobbly stroke danced across the page. I thought painfully of what I could achieve with my left. Instead of wob bling lines, I imagined a flamingo, prancing across the paper. A chipmunk, high up in an ancient old tree. Day after day, week after week, I persisted. I could sense that small talisman, just out of reach. It was like a driving force inside of me, helping me to persist. And I got better at it. And now, if you see my page, the art is almost as good as it used to be.
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WrittenRestraintbySILVERIOSidney
My eyes flickered open, I felt limp. The feeling of pain rang through my body, speckles of shattered glass sprinkled around the scene looking like crisp, fine snow. I heard muddled voices shouting and inco herent sounds of what sounded like car brakes. The familiar scent of smoke tickled my nose while my eyes glanced around the tilted car to see my mother. Her lifeless body and head sporting a large cut covered in dark red liquid. Unconsciously, damp hot tears cov ered my cheek. ‘’Help’’ I screeched like a hawk I need ed to save her. I had wanted to save her. That was the last time I saw my mother, the final goodbye, the last ‘I love you’. Reality washed over me when my ears caught the sound of the shrieking bells. They echoed through the empty hallways before filling up with crowds of people eager to go home. My body tensed as I walked through the parade of eyes glued on me, their mouth’s suppressing the urge to gossip about the recent death of my mother. I reluctantly dragged my feet along the uneven pave ment, going home. The judgements of my father con sumed my mind. After her death he became an unrec ognisable figure, drowning himself in the escapes of the world. Not a single day went by without us quar relling over the assumption that I was responsible for it. His bright eyes no longer held the light they once did, his smile slowly became a permanent frown, and his fatherly actions became those of an animal. My hand hesitantly opened the front door before making my way past my father’s study into my bedroom. My hands grazed the scrawny wooden table was positioned under the dainty glass-stained window thoughts of my mother flooded my head, the days where we would sit together talking, her helping me with my homework or new collections to my floor to ceiling bookcase, showcasing multi-coloured book ends. I instinctively turned around as I heard my door opening, revealing my father towering in front of me in his menacing presence. He roughly shoved my body, catching me off guard, causing me to contact the cold, rigid ground. My anxiety taking a physical toll on my body restrained me in a tight hold. He won’t hurt you. I repeated continuously in my head with no confidence. ‘’Face me Lyla,’’ he growled. aggressively taking hold of my face. Taking a deep inhale, I forced my eyes to meet his. His eyes were that of an ocean, every wave holding nothing but disgust, torment, and pure pain. ‘’It would be better if you would’ve died instead’’ he seethed in an icy tone like venom pricking at my skin. He lifted his hand contacting my skin with a loud, painful smack. My hands made their way towards the waterfall of tears on my face in attempt to stop them. I looked down to my body uncovering the map of bruises forming, each one reminding me of the triggering events of my past. My pain felt like a sharp-toothed creature was eating me from the inside, out. Panic and anxiety consumed my senses, but there was also ha tred for the animal who had done this and self-loath ing for my own inability to stop it.
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I had to escape. Walk away. I cautiously opened my eyes when I heard heavy retreating footsteps, alarming me that he had left. I snatched my phone out of its place, my finger hov ering over the closest person who felt like home, My Aunt. After my mother’s death she became a ghost, a shadow of a figure, many will say there was no hope in trying. But nevertheless, I found my finger press the large icon, before the constant ringing and vibration es caped the device. The sound stopped and I inched the phone towards my ear, hearing her soft comfort ing tone. ‘’Hello,’’ she whispered with a slight crack. I greeted her back, tears pooling in my eyes, before I explained my motives on why I had contacted her. Before I knew it my father was roughly grasped by his shoulders detaining him in a tight hold much to his re luctance. A man in a navy, stiff uniform was grabbing his metal restrainers. The flashing colors of red and blue translated through the dark gloomy, complexion of our surroundings. My mind was empty only filled with the thought of my freedom.
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Lion’sMacWriters’Post Issue 10 Editors Benjamin Lu Ms. McKenna Journalism Sidney Silvero - Student Success Story Sarah Kirby - Student Success Story Serina Lu - Student Success Story Richie Taulani - Sports Article & Clubs Roundup Arjun Ramke - Music of MacGregor Noah Ryu - Music of MacGregor Creative Writing Harper Sumontra - The Last Destination Emily Richards - The Wandering Apprentice Sarah Kirby - Perseverance Alexis Ong - Perseverance Sidney Silverio - Restraint Photography Noah Ryu - Grooves on the Grass & Club Roundup Richie Taulani - Club Roundup Ms. Armstrong - Music Camp Faculty Advisors Ms. McKenna - Club Advisor Mr. Napiar - Photography Loan Supervisor Ms. Armstrong - Music Program Contact Ms. Robinson - HPE Faculty Contact
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