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War Paint: Fearless Fall 2012


Editors Whitney Miller Abby Buchanan Riley Swab Camila Mino Leah Jean-Francois

Cover Art by Abby Buchanan Medium: Digital Manipulation A Note from the Adviser: It is rare to come across such passionate and enthusiastic freshmen as the ones that contributed to this issue. From the first day we worked on staff together to help bring the talented voices and photographers, artists, and digital creators to our student body and expose their excellent work. Please make sure to tell them what you think at warpaintnorthcobb@gmail.com. They would be happy to hear what you thought of this second issue, Fearless. They titled this Fearless because:       

High schoolers are brave High schoolers have a voice that is sometimes not heard High schoolers are judged High schoolers are accepting High schoolers struggle High schoolers get over their fears by jumping into difficult situations High schoolers need to know someone is out there

This issue is dedicated by our staff to Sources of Strength, a fabulous group that works hard in North Cobb’s freshman academy to help each and every voice that is unheard. Thanks, Lindsay Kovel, adviser


Table of Contents Artist

Title

Genre

Riley Swab

Four Corners

Photography

Kayley Rapp

One Step Closer

Short Story

Abby Buchanan

Cute, Creepy

Digital art

Toreus O’Neal

Let Me Show You

Poem

Riley Swab

Snow Flower

Photography

Susan Reyes

I Have Never Felt a Breeze

Poem

So Cold Kayley Rapp

Fighting Fire With Fire

Digital art

Susan Reyes

Drip Drop

Prose Poetry

Whitney Miller

Dipper Gravity Falls

Digital art

Morgan White

Home

Digital art

Abby Buchanan

Menegua

Digital art

Halloween Contest Winner: Whitney Miller I’ll Always Love You, Harry Stiles, digital manipulation


Riley Swab Four Corners


Kayley Rapp One Step Closer After knowing me for less than two weeks, Destery Ingle decided it was perfectly normal to show up at my house at 8 AM. No call. No text. Just a knock at the door! Don’t mind me, Destery. Not sleeping up here or anything like that. It feels like bricks are tied to my feet as I drag myself to the door and find him standing there. He has sort of a puzzled look on his face. “What do you want Destery?” “Well, if you don’t want me here, just say so. Jeez.” “Okay, bye!” I go to shut the door in his face, which is far too bright and happy at this hour to be considered normal. He stops the door with his foot. “Hey, not literally.” He walks into my house and plants himself on the living room floor. “Yesterday,” and thus he starts to talk at oh, I don’t know, two hundred miles per hour. “I was thinking about you, and I realized something really, really strange about you. You, Storm Williams, live less than a block from the beautiful beaches of St. Augustine, and since it is summer va-ca, have all the fee time in the world. Yet…” Insert dramatic pause here. “I have never seen you anywhere near that large body of water out there called the ocean. I demand an explanation of this weirdness.” I just can’t tell him. He would laugh like everyone else always did. It’s not like I choose to be this way. Once, which seems like a million years ago even though I was only seven, I loved the water. Dad and mom wouldn’t get me and my sisters out of it, but that was before mom…no Storm, don’t even go there. You don’t need to cry again. Not in front of somebody anyway. “I’m terrified of the water.” I blurt out with courage I haven’t seen in a long time. When I finally look at Destery’s face, he’s grinning that stupidly wonderful, crooked grin of his. Awesome. Here comes the laughter! “Unacceptable! A girl who lives in a beach town should be able to live out her days at the beach!” He bites his lip like he’s thinking or something. “That’s it. I’m fixing you.” “Wait? What? You can’t just fix a phobia! It doesn’t work that way, Des.” “Yeah, well, I’m gonna make it work. Go put on a swimsuit ‘cause that’s what we’re going to do. Go to the beach.” “But I…”


“Storm, you gotta do this for yourself.” I do go upstairs, but the thing is, I don’t even own a swimsuit. When you never go to the water, there’s no point in getting one. Trust me: it’s a huge money saver for dad. So, anyway, I have two choices here. One: borrow my older sister Persephone’s blinged out thing she calls a swimsuit. Two: deal with wearing a wet tank top and shorts. Ding ding ding! Number two! We have a winner! I throw that on and bolt downstairs.

“Storm, that’s not a swimsuit.” “I don’t own one.” He sighs. “Honestly, that makes so much sense, but you really do need to wear one.” “But I don’t own one, genius.” “But you have two older sisters! I dunno. Don’t girls share stuff like that?” Clearly someone doesn’t have any sisters. “Okay, fine, whatever.” I run back upstairs, and this time Des follows me. Why? I’m not sure. So we end up in my other sister Willow’s bedroom, and it takes a good ten minutes to find one that actually fits me. I lock myself in the bathroom to change. Let’s be real for a second. Real talk? Good, real talk. Putting on a swimsuit for the first time in nine years is so, so weird. Is this how everyone feels in one? I mean…I guess I look nice in it. How am I meant to look? Willow’s swimsuit (well, mine now), is bright blue and one of those 40s style one pieces. Well…argh! Let’s get this over with. “Better?” I ask as I leave the bathroom. “Much.” We both smile shyly. Destery then grabs my hand and practically forces me to run out the door. Maybe he thinks if we run I won’t have time to change my mind and sprint back. Could I even run if I wanted to? He didn’t even give either of us enough time to put shoes on! I don’t even notice what’s going on around me until I feel the ground below me is wet and not dry.


“OH HEY! HOLY FUDGE MUFFINS!” I scream. Like an honest to goodness horror movie scream. “Storm, Storm, Storm…” I can hear Des saying over and over again. He’s trying to calm me down, but the screaming is too loud for me to hear over it. Really? Did the lifeguard really just look over here? Everything’s fine, bro. Go back to guarding life! “Storm,” he takes both my hands and looks are me, “Trust me. I promise I won’t let the water hurt you, okay?” I shake my head “no” like a two year old, but then I look up at him. He’s totally serious. Maybe…this won’t be so impossible. Deep breath, Storm. I nod my head and allow him to lead me into the water. Face first into my fears.


Abby Buchanan Cute, Creepy Digital manipulation


Toreus O’Neal Let Me Show You

I close my eyes To ignore The cries before me Instead of Facing them. Now I’m Dreams running

Tasting dust.

While I’m

Catching up

Chasing Them.

Is a must

Pacing myself,

To prove to my love

I’m racing

It’s more than

With Death.

Lust.

Wasting my breath

But it all begins

To keep up.

With trust.

I get left.


Riley Swab Snow Flower


Susan Reyes I Have Never Felt a Breeze So Cold I have never felt a breeze so cold; never have I ever been so alone, and been pleased with desolate silence that hugged me tightly. Snowflakes falling as sweet as the taste of sugar, wrapped me in a warm blanket holding me in its lying embrace. Never have I ever believed that the snowflakes could drown me, leaving everything that I loved to be piled up in my own miseries.


Kayley Rapp Fighting Fire with More Fire


Susan Reyes Drip, Drop

Drip…drop…it was like slow angry slaps that soiled me not just on the outside, but my insides, too. The empty slick black road mocked me with its perfect looking surface from the rain, but I knew t wasn’t. It was like you, perfect, only when you were cleaned. But when the rain stopped it once again would return to its dirty rough black surface, like you. You would look into my eyes as if you could see into my soul, but you never could. You would love me and then leave as if I was a teddy bear, only there when you wanted me. I finally could not take this sick thing you called love and left…only to find myself lose… I never actually knew myself until I left YOU. I could not smile when I loved YOU…I was not free when you loved ME. But I thank you for the lesson you taught me…find yourself before you find LOVE.


Whitney Miller Dipper Gravity Falls


Morgan White Home


Abby Buchanan Menegua Digital manipulation


Halloween Contest Winner

Whitney Miller I’ll Always Love You, Harry Stiles Digital manipulation

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