A Letter to the EditorFrom the Desk of Mr. Knight "Fighting"Part of a school's responsibilities is to provide its students with a safe and structured learning environment in which they can thrive. Student codes of conduct help implement safety and structure by providing guidelines and policies of conduct and discipline. Whether you are a student, teacher, or administrator, student codes can outline acceptable forms of behavior, as well as potential penalties for violation.Many children who commit violent acts do so because they think that they can get away with it. If there is no risk of getting caught or being punished, the violence tends to continue to escalate. Often times it gives the offender a rush of adrenaline or false feeling of power over those who are victimized. Children who commit violent acts on and around school property must be dealt with immediately. The sooner the better.I look at how too many of our students behave on this campus AND IT IS WITH SADNESS AND DISMAY, SOMETIMES I AM
7 - ConfrontationKyran stood beside the desk, stunned at what he had done. Sarah Grace sat on the bed, holding a blanket to her chest and her knees drawn up beneath her, tears crawling down her cheeks. She reached a hand up to her lips and covered them, more tears chasing down the others. He spun and looked at Angel who had brought Aslansa down with her. Angel looked surprised, Aslansa more furious than he'd ever seen. The demon that took up residence within the younger man's soul was waking up from the intense anger and he growled furiously as his eyes shot to the color of blood."W-Why
?" Sarah Grace whispered in a voice so sad, so hurt that it sent daggers into his very soul. Tears crawled down his cheeks and he wanted so desperately to wipe them away, to hold her and take away the pain he had caused. How could he have done that to her? He'd betrayed her trust, had kissed her when she'd been at her most vulnerable. Why had he done it?He knew the answer. He'd done it because he'd craved her tou
6 - A Temporary VisitKyran stood just outside the dressing room as the girl as Sarah Grace, he reminded himself once again changed into the clothes her two friends had brought her. The lock on the door clicked and she pushed the door open, stepping out and looking up at him. She was now wearing a long, flowing white skirt made of the finest cotton he had ever seen, a shirt much like his own with long poufy sleeves and a low neckline. She looked down at her bare feet and he saw that they had returned some of her bangles which she had pulled onto her ankles and wrists.He stood there, staring at her, unable to do anything but take in her appearance. Like before, he took in her age first she had to be in her mid-teen years. She had long blonde hair that had been teased by the wind and fair skin that was slightly red from being tied to the mast under the blaring sunlight. She was rounded in all the right places that would make any man drool with an innocent, rounded face. Her eyes, however
Can't You See?Are you so obliviousThat you can't see how I feel?We're together for one class periodBut that short time is enough for me.You say I'm 'not your time'If that's trueThen why won't your imageFinally leave my head?When we're together, I'm happyEven if we're not alone and only in classAt night, I think of your embraceAnd wonder if I could make you happyCan't you seeJust how lonely I am?The pain behind my smile?Or the tears I won't shed?I want to yell and screamRight in your faceFor you to understandAnd take away this pain.Why can't you see meLike I see you?
ImpossibleWhy is it nearly impossibleTo look the way I want?They all lie and say that I'm notBut I know I'm overweightUnhealthy, overweight, lazyAll words to desribe meI have the desire to be healthyBut not the will, the determinationNagging and yellingOnly make the matter worseBut, even on my ownI cannot get startedWhy is it so hardTo be healthy and pretty?To be accepted outside the computer?To be who I want to be?
5 - The MeetingKyran walked down below deck after leaving the girl. He still didn't know her name but that didn't matter. No, he had to talk to the Captain. Leaving her out in this heat was murder. He may not care what happened to her after she left the Kralj Mora, but he wouldn't let her die aboard. She was so pure, so young, so beautiful
Kyran halted in his tracks and looked down at his feet. Beautiful
? Why was he thinking that? He didn't know her and had no reason to feel any sort of affection towards her. She was distant, bitter, infuriating, irrational, demanding, and simply unreliable. He could hardly stand her. But now, all of a sudden, he was calling her beautiful? Well, he couldn't like. She was attractive and the look on her face when she'd first been brought out onto the deck after being locked in his stuffy chamber
Then the looking of unadulterated longing in her dulled blue-grey eyes when she'd seen her ship. He felt so bad for her, being stranded on an enemy vessel tha
Days Before The First VoyageThe merchant kept an eye on his stock as he haggled with a stubborn old woman about the price of the bangles he had on display. He was an old veteran at selling stock and had made quite a living form it for almost thirty years.He was known around the port town as one of the most watchful and careful merchants, as well as a shrewd and intelligent trader. That made him the favorite person of honest people and the one man that pirates and thieves tried to avoid. Finally getting a decent price from the woman, the merchant wrapped the bangle in coarse cloth and handed it to her, slipping the precious coins he received in turn into the pouch on his waist. It was his policy to keep his money close and his knives closer, especially when working in the port. Sitting back down under the shade of his stall, the merchant watched people as they drifted by, only moving when someone came closer to his merchandise. As he watched the crowd and enjoyed the sea breeze, a young woman walking by caught hi
4 - PunishmentThe day dragged on as I waited for any news from the Sangue-Padre. I'd just been let out to go to the restroom and I'd been fed lunch but I barely ate it. My stomach was upset from stress and my head was absolutely throbbing. Captain Kamen sat with me, still counting the gold doubloons from the small chest he'd had the day before. I was sitting silently in my little cage, waiting for the day to end so Kyran could come and let me back out.I growled. Looking forward to seeing Kyran wasn't something that I liked. I despised feeling dependant on someone, especially on this ship. Trusting wasn't an option. Kyran had already proved that he would let anything happen to me. After all, he hadn't stopped Vane from kidnapping me."Change of plans. We'll be running over to a different port town, a small place called the Rogue Coast. It'll take little over a day to get there. We'll tell you're crew but I've got some important errands I need to have finished." Captain Kamen announced suddenly.I sh
3 - Brought OnboardThe world around me pitched and rolled beneath my body and a strange tinkling filled my ears, followed by the creaking of a wooden floor and walls. I felt so safe, like I was back in my cot, just waking up from a terrifying dream. But, as I opened my eyes, things became more and more dismal. The wood around me was too dark for the women's quarters or the infirmary on the Sangue-Padre.Slowly, I took in the details of my environment. I was locked in a small, steel cage with a heavy door and large lock on the outside. A man sat at a desk outside the cage, silently counting money the source of the tinkling. He had a small, wooden chest situated in front of him on the desk and he was counting each doubloon he plucked from the chest and tossed in a second, larger trunk. When he finished, he looked at me with jet black eyes as I tried to sit up. "So, you've finally decided to join the living." He began and I saw the cot hanging from the wall behind him as he turned to face me."Why ha