Elmwood High School - Inscripta Yearbook (Winnipeg, Manitoba Canada)

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My Last Five Minutes of Life Love is an essential factor in life. Love is life. I was alone in the desolate world, an orphan at eleven. My mother had died when I was born and my father never forgave me for killing her. He hated every bone in my body. My father treated rite as an outcast to society. My heart was empty when the detective brought me news of my father’s death in the automobile accident. I was taken to an orphanage, where I was the oldest member, The people eyed the younger children. I was the outcpst, sitting on the ' sidelines, watching love and happiness enter Into the lives of the selected chiIdren. The younger members Mocked me and labelled me with the name, The Ugly Duckling.’’ At night, when a bliss of silence reigned over the mas¬ sive house, I wept bitterly in my small, sdcluded room. One wintry night, as I watched the birds fly freely in the air, I decided to leave the orphanage. The newly fallen snow cloaked the ground like a white shawl. The imperceptable grass had the appearance of vainly trying to escounse itself. The patterned flakes of snow formed a soft down on the window sill. Feeble gleams of moonlight made their way through the trellised panes and served to display sufficiently the more prominent objects around. This winter wonderland hypnotized me. I hurried out the oaken door and ran desperately into the dark, lonely forest. I wandered for hours, the lure of this wintry beauty drawing me deeper and deeper into the forest. I began to feel terribly cold and I wrapped my arms tightly around my frozen body to avoid the loss of a fraction of the remaining heat. Shivering with agony, I ran faster. I felt the hands of Jack Frost creep slowly around my open neck and strangle me with pain, I grew numb with cold and fear from the haunting voices of the night. I slipped suddenly and hit my head on a rock. As I opened my eyes hours later, I watched the sun¬ light struggle in vain to reach the remote areas of the forest. Dizzy with exhaustion, I rose and walked through the deep snow, stumbling clumsily over my feet. I walked all day and as blackness invaded the blue sky, I stopped by a tree fo rest. The night air nipped at my weary body. I became insane with cold. My eyes opened at o flash of light and a stent of ian voice shouted Darlene, Darlene, where are you?’’ could not answer, my voice:foo weak from the cold. As I struggled to open my eyes, I saw, dimly, figures beside me. I was in bed, in my room at the orphanage. A warm hand touched my face. I fought desperately to sit up, but I was too weak. Overhearing the doctor telling the people I was going to die, my heart trembled, f blurted out a whisper. The people, astonished, turned to me and began talking loudly. The The noise pierced my ears. Then, as silence drew around my heart, I whispered softly through the clamour of voices, Love me. Please, somebody, love me-e-e-e. — Darlene Berringer Un Incident Amusant Dans Un Magasin Je viens de partir du petit magasin au coin de notre rue. Un incident tres amusant s’est passe. Le directeur du magasin a un garcon qui aime a faire les fruits en bo is. Hier, il a fait une pomme rouge qui a I’air d’une pomme ordinaire. Son pere I’a trouve ' e au plancher et I’a mise avec les autres dans une boite au milieu du magasin. Elle y est restee toute la nuit. Ce matin quand j’etais au magasin un policier y est entre. Je I’ai vu plusieurs fois. Toujours si le directeur du magasin ne I’a pas regarde il volait une pomme de la boite et partait a la hate. Mais aujourd’hui il a choisi la meme pomme que le garcon a faite en bois. II s’est mis en co ere parce qu’il a casse ' une dent. Cette fois le directeur, qui Ta remarque a delate ' de rire. Naturellement, e’etait la derniere fois que le policier a vole ' une pomme. Tom Paige I 1-14