I'm a good kid. That's what everyone says. And it's what everyone expects, too. "Deanna, be a good girl and..." "Mrs. Montgomery, what did you do to deserve such a darling little angel of a daughter?" "Mr. Montgomery, you should be proud of your daughters. They'll go far." Daughters. Plural. With an S. Did I mention I, Deanna Montgomery, have a sister? Her name's Lorraine and though we look identical on the outside, we couldn't be more different on the inside. We could be similar. We used to be. But sometimes, it's almost like she's actually trying to be my opposite on purpose. I guess she thinks I'm supposed to be the good one too.
I very, very rarely share excerpts from my English homework. My teachers run everything we hand in through a plagiarism checker, so I feel it is appropriate to only publish anything from school to the blogs after I've received my grade. Wouldn't want them to think I plagiarized some poor struggling author named Allison Rose, … Continue reading Tales from the Classroom: “Return of the Thin White Duke” by Neil Gaiman
A/N: In August, 2016, I wrote that I was working on this, along with a bunch of other stuff that never got done: 1) Unnamed Teenage Hacker Story – This is my working title for a probably YA story about a girl with extreme hacking skills. She’s a bit of an introvert, and spends most … Continue reading A bit from that “Unnamed Teenage Hacker Story”
Author's note - here's an essay I wrote last year for a class on ancient civilizations and their political systems. That week we were learning about Ancient Greece and its volatile relationship (or lack thereof) with Sparta. If you're dying to read something of more substance than cryptic, depressing poetry, and you have a tolerance … Continue reading “Political Systems of Ancient Greek and Spartan City-States” – Tales from the Classroom
I had a foundation I worked hard to build Over rubble and ashes from pages past I worked at it diligently, building my own And then you came along You plied me with good words and humor You brought me materials formed of local earth You fashioned the bricks with sullied hands And shoved … Continue reading Foundation
We're zooming, as you call it, down the Tree-lined boulevard - tonight it's a drag strip For your green scooter and my red sneakers We've gone up one hill and down another And I'm wondering whose stupid idea this was I don't know how David H did it so much, this running But he didn't … Continue reading “Can I zoom now, Allie?”
Another poem from the drafts folder, about meeting good people who won't judge you solely over the holidays you do and don't celebrate, and treat you the exact same way as before once they know; the ones who don't let one difference define you in their eyes. It's no use pretending In fact, it … Continue reading “Out”