Where I’m From

By Evelyn L

I’m from the round kitchen table, with the red-and-white checkered tablecloth,

I’m from packets of M&M and Skittles,

I’m from “leave me alone”, and “oh my god”,

I’m from the dusty once snow-white stuffed rabbit toy sitting on the shelf, next to my hardcover books.


I’m from thousands of pencil drawings on loose papers,

And open books strewn across the carpet,

I’m from continuous episodes of “The Night Garden”,

I would watch in the late afternoon.


I’m from the sunlight shinning through the window,

Lighting up the many pages of a fairytale book, I read the night before,

I’m from the smell of lavender air-fresheners,

And homemade chocolate-chip cookies.


I’m from the never-ending replay of the Disney version of Alice in Wonderland,

I’m from “that’s disgustingly cheesy”, and “I ship it”,

I’m from the nights I stay up late, gaming and laughing with my friends,

I’m from the endless inside jokes I share with the rest of my little “crew”.


I’m from the emotional nights where I would watch sad movies along with my gang of stuffed toys,

I’m from the sound of the constant drumming of fingers on tabletops,

I’m from the many albums of Taylor Swift who I have grown to love,

And has become a part of me.


I’m from the ghost of your smile, and the once bright light in your eyes.

My Diary

By Jenny S

February 15th 2015

Dear Diary,

I have a band, called The Sirens. I am the leader; Jenny Song and my band mates are Mai-Ling Darbyshire and Jennifer Coster. Anyway, today we were practicing for our performance at the Sydney Opera House when my phone rang.

“Get it!” Mai-Ling shouted. I rolled my eyes and looked at the screen, and my mouth was a practical O-shape. Apparently it was my ex-boyfriend, Owen Bubeck. I answered my phone.

“Yo Jen, Sup?” Owen was all like. You know he hasn’t called me Jen for 6 years. In case you were wondering, I’m about 16 years old now.

“Fine Owen. Why did you call me? I thought we broke up.”

“Yeah but I’m coming to the Sydney Opera House to see your performance”

“Oh OK.” I hung up and turned around.

“Who was it?” Jennifer asked.

“Apparently Owen my ex says he’s coming to see our performance.” I did a neck-roll in disgust. Mai-Ling looked at me smugly.

“Oooooh, this will be a chance for you to sing ‘Sorry Owen’ to him.” She grabbed my guitar and shoved it at me. I strummed it and sang.

Just close your eyes, the moon is rising now. You’ll be all right, I won’t hurt you now. Come on daylight, you and I’ll be safe and sound.” I sang. Mai-Ling and Jennifer were giggling as I sang.



February 20th 2015

Dear Diary.

We didn’t have much time for band practice but I called Charles, my boyfriend now.

“Hey babe, what’s the matter?” Charles asked.

“My ex-boyfriend called me. He’s coming to my show.”

“Jen, it’s probably just a dare from his friends. You can never trust an ex”

“Yeah. But you’ll be there, right?”

“Of course. Love ya babe. See ya” Charles hung up and I lay down on my bed looking at Legolas poster on my wall.

“Charles and Owen are both coming right?” I asked Legolas who of course, said nothing. I blew Legsie a kiss and left for the dinner table.



February 22nd 2015

Band practice today, but we didn’t do much. I was just thinking about my conversation with Charles.

“Jen! SING!” Mai-Ling shouted in my ear.

“Can we talk for a minute?” I asked. They immediately sat down. “I talked with Charles 2 days ago. He thinks Owen pranked me.”

“Well, I can’t fully trust Charles since you just got together this year. But I can for Owen. He was your boyfriend and our friends 6 years ago remember?” Jennifer was all like.

“He was… Then he hated me. So I really doubt it that he’s gonna come.” I said scratching my head.

“We’ll keep an eye on him, and maybe Charles. OK” Mai-Ling made me feel better. “For now, SING!” She turned on the music on so loud I could barely hear myself.



February 23rd 2015

Dear Diary,

Bad news. Mai-Ling heard that Charles had a football final just before our concert. Which means a rough chance of him coming to the concert. Jennifer heard that Owen didn’t really care about me; he will only show up for Mai-Ling and Jennifer. So now I’m crying beside Legolas. Maybe if I bring my poster I’ll have someone being there at the concert for me. Uh oh, dinner time now.



February 24th 2015

Dear Diary,

Oh god, I ruined my ‘now’, and today.

I was crying for the whole band practice time. I even wet the microphone.

“Jen, seriously, you can’t expect Charles to come for you every time.” Mai-Ling rolled her eyes.

“Bu-But I w-was ex-expecting h-him. A-and O-O-O-wen st-stood m-me up” I cried harder.

“Really, maybe this guy stuff wasn’t meant to be for you!” Jennifer tried to reassure me but I lost my mind.

“YOU DO NOT KNOW HOW THIS FEELS!!! YOU DON’T HAVE AN EX OR A BOYFRIEND” I screeched and dropped my guitar (I’m lucky it didn’t break). Then I ran out of the garage. I don’t really know where I went. It took me a long time to get home and when I got there, Mai-Ling and Jennifer were gone. I’m such a sucky friend.



February 25th 2015

I really don’t deserve friends like these. They forgave me for yelling at them yesterday, first thing in the morning.

“We really know how you feel. But I still think Charles will come right after his final” Jennifer reassured me.

“Having a boyfriend is better than having a crush” Mai-Ling rolled her eyes. This made me laugh because I know she’s been crushing on Joshua for a really long time.

“Thanks guys.” I grinned. “So are we ready to rock the concert tomorrow night?”

“YEAH!!” We shouted and high-fived each other. Now we’re in it to ROCK IT!



February 26th 2015

It’s TONIGHT! I could feel the excitement going through my veins. Earlier in the day I did my makeup and got dressed. When all three of us looked in the mirror, we looked AWESOME! We were all wearing our The Sirens t-shirt. I wore a pink short skirt with knee-high high-heeled black boots. I had my long black hair in one braid on my left shoulder. Mai-Ling had blue denim shorts along with converse shoes that matched her shorts. Her black hair was in a high ponytail at the tippy top of her head. Jennifer was wearing long black pants with white sneakers. Her black hair wasn’t tied up.

“Let’s do this.” I whispered as we strode onto the stage of the Sydney Opera House. The crowd cheered us on wildly. I grinned but then I looked at my guitar on its stand. Is he really gonna come? Anyway, we sang through Battle Of The Bands and Welcome To The Show really well. We nailed Rainfall and Best Friends! I spotted Owen in the crowd. I smiled. But the door opened and Charles came in. I grinned really widely.

“THIS ONE IS FOR YOU CHARLES!” I screamed at the top of my lungs and we sang I Just Want You. It was dedicated to him. Then Jennifer grabbed a chair and my guitar. She motioned me to sit on the chair and shoved my guitar at me. “Um… This song is dedicated to my ex-boyfriend, who is sitting in the crowd right now.” I pointed at Owen. He smiled. I sang through the song really well. I thought of all the good moments we had and I forgot about our breakup. I exploded at the key change. I did a harmony while Mai-Ling and Jennifer sang the melody.

“I loved I Just Want You!” Charles exclaimed at the end of the concert. Charles, Owen, Mai-Ling, Jennifer and I were outside the Sydney Opera House. “You dedicated it to me, I love you so much!” Charles gave me a big hug. Then Owen walked toward me.

“You’re forgiven.” He gave me a hug.

“Let’s just be friends now” I smiled at him.

“Anyone wanna go to Jaffa’s?” Mai-Ling suggested. We had a great time at Jaffa’s. We had milkshakes, jokes, we even took a group selfie with my phone. I spotted Gwyneth, my frenemy (AKA Owen’s girlfriend) glaring at us. She was at the concert and knew that Owen would rather spend more time with me than her. I made our selfie my new phone background. I have the GREATEST friends ever, and the best band.