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THE PULSE
Dwight Morrow High School, Academies @ Englewood
Edited by the National English Honor Society
IDENTITY
BY AIYANNAH LEWIS
COVID-19
BY: NAJUMA SCARLETT
ALEXA INSTITUTE
SIENNA TU
The Alexa Institute graduation ceremony consists of 2 stages for students. The first is the Room of Memories and
Meaning. The second stage is the Review and Jolt.
Verity opened her eyes slowly. The dust particles swayed in the sunlight shining through the blinds. Her room
was a hazy gold as she stretched and swung her feet around to put on her cat slippers.
Verity strided to the bathroom, brushed her teeth, washed her face, and prepared for the day. She bounced
downstairs to meet her mom. A plate of cinnamon rolls sat on the table waiting for her — her favorite food.
“Are you ready for today?” her mom questioned.
“I think so. I’m going to miss everyone but I think I’m ready to graduate.”
“I’m glad to hear that sweetie. You’ve worked hard this past year. You went from a shy, anxious girl to this
wonderful, confident person who is capable of tackling any obstacles! I’ll miss you but I’m glad you’re
graduating.”
At the ceremony, the town center was filled with students and family. Noises of laughter and chatter filled the
dome and only quieted down once the lights dimmed. Finally, the mayor walked on to the center stage.
“Welcome to the Graduating Ceremony for the class of 2875!” He announced and the crowd cheered. Verity sat
with the group of students on the floor level while the rest of the audience, family, sat in the upper level section.
Excited, Verity bounced her right leg up and down.
“Are you anxious, Verity?” Nick, the boy next to her, asked concerned.
“No, just excited. Aren’t you excited?”
“Yes, but then you should stop bouncing your leg. It’s a sign of anxiety.” Nick warned.
Verity looked down and frowned. She thought back to her second week of lessons. She learned all the signs of
anxiety, bouncing her leg up and down, fiddling with thumbs, biting her nails. Verity was diagnosed with social
anxiety and numbered Case SA-8265. After quickly identifying her symptoms, she was placed on a three-year
treatment. This was longer than the average year, and so Verity was expectedly excited. She watched friends
come and go from the Alexa Institute, and now, it was finally her turn to graduate.
“Thank you, Nick, for warning me. I will stop now.” She answered in a monotone voice, completing the standard
“Thank you (name) for (action)” Response Format she learned her second year. She learned all the RFs
(Response Formats) in case she got nervous or stuck. This way, she was able to prevent any lulls in conversation,
one of the key objectives in her lessons.
“We will start with the PTSD group and move on to the D group, OCD group, P group, SA group and so on” the
mayor’s voice echoed over the sound system. This translated to Post Traumatic Stress Disorder, Depression,
Obsessive Compulsive Disorder, Phobias, and Social Anxiety. The mayor called case numbers one-by-one and
each student stood from their respective section on the floor and walked on to the stage. The holograms flashed
scenes from their time at Alexa Institute until finally, the students’ Purpose was presented on the dome ceiling
screens.
“Case SA-8265!” boomed in the dome. Verity looked up and smiled. She was nervous, but excited, NOT anxious.
She walked onto the stage and sat in the center chair. The holograms surrounding her turned on, playing out
scenes from her first, second, and third year. The time she hid from a group of girls passing in the hallway to
when she approached them and made conversation. The time she took the long route home to avoid encounters on
Main Street to when she walked through Main Street and bought various goods from different stores. The
holograms transitioned from showing how she grew to control her social anxiety to more specific actions from
her second and third year. There were scenes of her volunteering at the Learning Center, surrounded by toddlers.
Other holograms displayed her studying Cognitive Science and Philosophy.
“MANAGER OF PROGRESSIVE APPLICATION IN EDUCATION”
Verity was puzzled. There was no cheering like there was for every other student. Nobody had heard of this
position before. The mayor looked at Verity and smiled comfortingly.
“Congratulations Verity, you have overcome your social anxiety and have received a very important role in the
World. You must combine your thinking of Cognitive Science and Philosophy to engineer solutions to the
unequal educational opportunities. You will prepare future minds.”
Verity stood up and smiled. She had so many questions, but this was not the time nor the place to ask them. She
sat back down in her seat and knew she had to wait for the Review session.
The students stood up and walked to the back door. They turned to their families and waved. This was the last
time they would see them here. Verity walked through the back door and found herself in a lobby-like room.
There were rows or chairs lining the sky-blue walls. Each chair was labeled with Roles. Verity found hers and
took a seat, eyeing the door in the corner. It was labeled “Review.”
After a few moments, the door flung open and a case number was announced. The boy stood up and walked
through the door, which slammed shut behind him.
One-by-one each student was called by their case number and walked through the door. When it was Verity’s
turn, she walked through the door into a dark room with a single light over a chair. It was a dentist-patient’s chair.
She took her seat and a hologram fizzled into view. It explained her role and responsibilities for the World.
“And now, it is time for the Jolt. Good luck Case SA-8265. We have a lot of hope for you.” the hologram spoke
as it fizzled out.
Verity smelled cinnamon rolls and started to feel drowsy. Her eyelids grew heavy and closed gently.
“BEEEEP” a loud panging sound paired with a ZAP of electricity woke Verity. She was in the dentist-patient
chair, but rather than a dark room, she was in a room with white walls. The monitors surrounding her said
“Welcome back Verity, your simulation is now over. Thank you for graduating from the AI.”
Have you ever gone thrifting? Maybe you’ve heard about it from social media and wanted
to go? Maybe you don’t know where to find local thrift stores or maybe the idea of thrifting may
intimidate, I am no expert but I have picked up a few tips and tricks that I am willing to share!
First let’s start off with how to find where to go. Thrifting is like a treasure hunt and finding the
perfect store for your style and price point is the most important part. A few of my favorite thrift
stores in New Jersey include the Goodwill Outlet in South Hackensack, MyUnique Thrift which
has numerous locations, American Thrift in Passaic, and Red White & Blue Thrift in Paterson.
There are a few differences between an outlet thrift store and a traditional store. The Goodwill
Outlet for example prices clothing items by weight rather than individual price tags. It also sorts
clothing in huge bins where you dig for items rather than sorted racks which is the set up for a
traditional thrift store. Outlet stores are way cheaper but they can be hit or miss so it is important
to never give up after one day of not finding anything because everyday they are putting out new
items. Now that we have covered the basics of finding a location I want to share some of my
own tips and tricks on thrifting. First of all come prepared, we are still in a pandemic so wear a
mask, bring hand sanitizer, and even gloves as a safety precaution. Always wash your clothing
after buying it before wearing it. Do your research and check the forms of payment that the thrift
store you are going to accept because some stores may only accept cash or cards but many accept
both. When you are at a thrift store you want to take your time to look at each section and
thoroughly exam the items. Many designer pieces or just really cool items are hidden amongst
the clutter of a thrift store. Check sections of the store you wouldn’t normally check af a retail
store. Many women find amazing t-shirts and sweatshirts in the men’s sections and vice versa.
Don’t be afraid to take risks and buy statement pieces because thrift stores are an inexpensive
way to take new fashion risks. Don’t gloss over the shoes and miscellaneous items because not
only can you find amazing clothing but you can find cute room decor, shoes in good condition,
purses or bags and technology. Many thrift stores have more valuable and better condition items
on display at the front of the store where customers are not able to just grab at. Make sure to
check these sections of the store because these items are more expensive but they are typically
designer items for way cheaper so if you are willing to make the investment it is still worth it.
The best part about thrifting is how fun of an activity it is. Make a day out of thrifting, invite a
few friends and go to a few stores because you may find some pretty cool items or at least you
will have fun memories of thrifting the day away with your friends!
Covid-19
By: Stephani Vargas
There are many kinds of leaders today both great and terrible. Steve Jobs was the positive
leader of Apple. Even though Steve Jobs has been a cruel leader, who fires people in his
company that he doesn’t like, and takes credit for other’s works, he has invented many things
that was beneficial to the world today. When Steve Jobs wanted to succeed in something, he
risked his whole company to make his company come to the top once again. In the world today,
people cannot live without the inventions that Steve Jobs has made. Steve Jobs was an effective,
inspiring, and confident person because he was the best innovator of all time who thought about
First, Steve Jobs was an effective leader since he did not give up and tried as hard as if it
was the last day of his life. Steve Jobs was a person who did not approve of a product until it was
the best of the best. Furthermore, he wanted everything to be perfect so Steve Jobs thought about
the product, how it can be better, and improved on it. According to Karen Blumenthal, the author
of “Steve Jobs The Man Who Thought Different,” she stated, “He [Steve Jobs] noted that
slashing ten seconds would save fifty million seconds every day. ‘Over a year, that’s probably
dozens of lifetimes,’ he told them. Now on a roll, he made a particularly big leap: If you could
make it boot ten seconds faster, you will save a dozen lives. That is really worth it, don’t you
think?’ The team figured out how to shorten the boot-up time.” Karen states that Steve Jobs
thought of ways to make lives better and if there was, he advanced on it. Additionally, from the
same book, Karen stated, “When you first look at a problem, it seems easy because you do not
know that much about it, he [Steve Jobs] said. Then, ‘you get into the problem and you see it’s
really complicated, and you come up with all these convoluted solutions.’ Most people stop here.
But the key is to keep going, he said, until you find the underlying principle of the problem and
sort of come full circle with a beautiful, elegant solution that works.’” This quote shows how
Steve Jobs was a person who was different from others. He found the best solution for every
problem he had with his products. If a person truly works hard, they can achieve many things in
the same way as Steve Job did when he accomplished making his new creation.
Second, Steve Jobs was an inspiring leader to many people because he composed many
inventions and said many things that were true. Steve Jobs is a person who inspired others to do
the things they love and not give up. Steve Jobs focused on the work he loved so much, and he
wanted to lift Apple so it will always be on the top. An average person who invents things
releases at most of one product, however, Steve Jobs made more than one development. In a
video, Tim Cook’s Speech at Steve Jobs Memorial, Tim Cook has stated, “He [Steve Jobs] did
some amazing things and he himself once said, ‘to get to work on one revolutionary product in a
career is extraordinary.’ By my count, he worked on six.’” Tim Cook mentioned this at Steve
Jobs’ memorial, and this shows people were emotionally touched by his actions and other things
that he had invented. Furthermore, “People all over the world have been deeply moved by his
passing and many have spoken about what he meant to them. You’ve probably seen
original, the greatest CEO ever, the best innovator of all time.” This part of the speech shows
how much Steve Jobs inspired people and the amount he was meant to them. All around the
world, Steve Jobs is a leader who did amazing things that people cannot believe.
Lastly, Steve Jobs was a confident leader because he was confident to take risky leaps
and chances to make his new merchandise. Steve Jobs took many risks such as firing people or
spending a lot of money that they might not be able to regain back. According to the article, “The
Steve Jobs Way”, “He [Steve Jobs] was intensely focused when committed, confident enough to
take risky leaps, and charismatic enough to enlist legions of employees and customers in the
relentless pursuit of his aspirations.” This sentence stated by Jon Katzenbach shows that Steve
Jobs was a confident leader to take very risky risks which jeopardized his company to decline
very horribly if it did not go well. Additionally, once, when Steve Jobs was about to give a
speech to Apple’s boards why Apple is a failing company, “A few minutes later, Jobs walked in
and sat down. He was wearing shorts, sneakers, and a few days of stubble. ‘Okay tell me what’s
wrong with this place,’ he asked the group.” Karen Blumenthal had stated this in her book,
“Steve Jobs The Man Who Thought Different.” This shows that when Steve Jobs returned to
Apple to convince the leaders of Apple at that current time, he was confident enough to convince
them without dressing properly and starting the speech in an informal way. Steve Jobs was a
leader who was very confident enough to put his life and career on the line for his work to be
successful.
In contrast to Steve Jobs being a positive leader, he was often a negative leader. Steve
Jobs made bad choices and was a terrible person to others. Steve Jobs made bad choices such as
hiring John Sculley. John Sculley had fired Steve Jobs out of his own company and ruined
everything that Steve Jobs have been working on for ten years. According to an article, “A young
Steve Jobs brought in John Sculley to run Apple. Unfortunately, he got someone that did not
understand Apple’s culture or brand. Eventually Sculley consolidated enough power and moved
to have Jobs replaced. As a result, the Apple brand suffered. A decade later Jobs said, ‘What can
I say? I hired the wrong guy. He destroyed everything I spent 10 years working for, starting with
me.’” Bob Sanders had stated this in his article, “8 Unforgettable Leadership Mistakes Steve
Jobs Made,” which clarifies that Steve Jobs was a person who was terrible at making important
decisions for his company. After Jobs made difficult decisions that fired him, not only he
suffered, but also his company suffered too. Additionally, Steve Jobs did many horrible things
such as firing random people in his company if he didn’t like the style they work or if they were
not cooperating with him. Additionally, in the article by Bob Sanders, he had stated, “Steve Jobs
never had any formal training: not in management, not in engineering, not in design. Almost
everyone he worked with was amazed at his capacity to make decisions solely based on his
instinct.” This part of the article stated by Bob Sanders shows Steve Jobs fired people based on
his instincts instead of reviewing their own work with his own personal skills and firing them if
their product was very terrible. Steve Jobs was never trained to do his work. He was a man who
had the courage to start a company of the things he loved most without any experience or
In conclusion, Steve Jobs was both a positive and negative leader. In most cases, Steve
Jobs was efficient, inspiring, and confident. He was a leader who never gave up in anything and
found a solution for every single problem. Steve Jobs changed a lot of lives through his
inventions. He never lost faith in a something he loved most, and neither should everyone else in
the Earth. Steve Jobs is a great leader who shall never be forgotten of his legacy of Apple.
THE NIGHT BEFORE
A SHORT STORY BY KIANA ONG
SPRING 2021
In the bedroom...
“Phoebe, Phoebe, I need mac and cheese desperately. Bring me some now!!”
Sorry, I am currently low battery, on my way to the charging station says Phoebe, the food robot.
“UGHH. How long do you need to charge?”
Approximately 7 minutes.
“7 minutes?!?”
At the door...
Ding ding. Incorrect, please try again says Ebenezer, the eye scanner at our door.
Ding ding. Incorrect, please try again.
“BABY! Please ring me in the door still can not recognize me in my glasses!”
Bzzz.
On the couch…
“Today was rough. I arrived right on time to work but then I realized I left my contacts here. Whipped out
my glasses and boom, the scanner at work didn’t recognize me either! I wasn’t even promoted to the front
office. Little Miss Coffee was. If I had known bringing coffee to the boss every morning would score me
a promotion, I would have done that for the past, I don’t know, 16 years I have been working there?!”
“There, there, lover…” she feeds him some mac and cheese then runs to the bedroom.
“I have just the remedy for us.”
“Tada!” She pulls out the blue bottle titled “Laughter” and sprays it around them.
In their minds…
It was Winter 2020. The first year of the pandemic. They were close friends.
“Come on, let’s goooo! Snow only lasts so long and I will never talk to you again if you don’t make this
snowman with me. Hmph.”
“Fine, fine! Finish your hot chocolate first and don’t start crying to me when it gets too cold out there for
you!”
THE NIGHT BEFORE
A SHORT STORY BY KIANA ONG
SPRING 2021
She starts to roll a ball for the belly of the snowman and has a sudden, immediate, urge to throw her
perfectly round balls of snow at him.
Splat! Right. In. The. Face.
“Revenge! Revenge!” He sprints towards her.
They laugh hysterically as he chases her like a scene from Tom and Jerry.
Later, they make snow angels and share their first kiss.
She’s sleeping, but groggily shouts, “You need to fix the damn door!”
It’s pitch black in their room, she can’t sleep unless it’s completely dark.
The man comes in and lays next to her. She cuddles him.
“Can you bring me some tea...please?”
THE NIGHT BEFORE
A SHORT STORY BY KIANA ONG
SPRING 2021
The man comes back and she tiredly sits up, rubbing her eyes. She has bad vision, too.
The man hands her foggy lemon tea, avoiding her eyes.
She drinks the tea and the man goes to lay next to her.
The man kisses her neck, pulling her closer.
Something in the tea made her less aware than ever before.
They make love, passionately.
Something felt off.
8 months later…
Ding ding. Bzzz.
“FINALLY. You fixed it!”
“Of course, I did. Now that we have this little bean ready to pop, you won’t have time to ding me in.”
She rolls her eyes.
“I am a working woman and this ‘little bean’ won’t stop me from doing anything! Hmph.”
“Yeah, yeah, but I have a surprise for us, for when we are too exhausted to do, you know, things.”
“Tada!” He pulls out a red bottle titled “Romance and Passion” and sprays it around them.
In their minds…
This time it was different. They did not share the same memory, as they usually did.
Hers was the scent of lemon tea. His was the scent of roses.
THE NIGHT BEFORE
A SHORT STORY BY KIANA ONG
SPRING 2021
THE END
Lost in the Desert
Jay Gevariya
And the man listened to his demands, as he did not want to be rude,
What are you trying to hide? What are you trying to protect?
What are you keeping locked up in your chest?
Are you full of fears or you full of dreams?
Do you tuck away pain until you’re bursting into a scream?
Do you think that no one understand?
You think you will lose strength if you take their hand?
Time is known to heal all wounds, And it would if only it
could.
Locked inside all the pain, Which can’t be washed away by
even the heaviest rain.
Yet these wounds cannot be healed, With permanent scars
they have been sealed.
Some nights it’s hard to sleep with my eyes close, Just to
think about what we had bring a smile.
I really wonder was this really meant to be.
I wonder was this realty.
You said different things in different ways,
And it caught for imagination.
You were everything I've ever dreamed of.
You taught me that love can be amazing and beautiful, But you also
taught me that love will keep you up till midnight.
Crying softly to yourself, wondering how much more pain someone can
endure.
LoveJoy Ragoonath
Lost soul
Days after days he felt sorrow
He didn't want to eat nor get out of bed
The days went by dull and bitter
He stayed to himself and was not intrigued
by anyone's behavior.
He stayed in his room and watched the
sunset and the sunrise.
Everyday wishing that
his best friend Enkudi
was there by his side
Conquering all of eternity
Why me, Why me Gilgamesh
screamed one morning
Ninsun came running in his headquarters
Poor baby it was meant to be pleading to
Gilgamesh
Your fate is not over, you will be
determined to succeed and
be great you.
He loved her
Take me out to the ocean side and let’s makeout by the window of my
oceanside home
I could spend an eternity here without even batting an eye
I could make it all come true
I could write us into the very fabric of existence
The ocean breeze is cold as death’s hand, but yet, I am warm
Your presence
Your heart
Your love
Something about this moment just doesn’t feel right
Are we even here?
Should I continue living this fantasy without a second thought?
A flow of words
A stream of memories
Flashing lights I recall
The cold embrace of a room full of people in green
One blink and I’m here
With you
While life goes on outside of this concentration of thoughts
I do not think of what could be
Rather what is currently unfolding in front of me
Why care what happens in reality when fantasy feels better than Heaven?
A blink is all it takes
I’m here once more
Cold, I’m freezing
Again
I’m back here again
Surrounded by people who alter themselves for my love
For my time
For my money
Why am I stuck here again?
Somewhere without you?
Love the poem
Ashley Soto
It’s makes you want to do the little things that are filled of compassion.
It makes you not care if the whole world is against your attraction for this person.
You’d risk everything for them not caring how anyone else will react.
It’s just there it appears and takes over your heart you have no say.
Every time you try to open your mouth and say “I love you” nothing comes out.
When I think of all these wonderful things, they are exactly how I feel about you
without a doubt.
I can’t breathe and I can't talk because every time I open my mouth it’s left a gape.
Just this hole that just won’t move to shape the simple but nerve-racking words
“I love you”.
And all of these feelings and emotions have made me conclude that no one ever has control of
love,
I think the way you talk about love is the same you’ll receive it.
So yes,
I love you
And although this feeling amazes me in every way, there’s always a part of me worrying it’s not
The same way you can fall in love is the same way you can go through heartbreak,
situation?
Truth be told everything is one half of their counterpart,
Just like Einstein's theory of General Relativity.
Space and Time go hand in hand and have been even before reality was
considered.
That fantasy in our dreams may be a darkened side of the coin not yet
available to our reality that we wake up to everyday.
That fantasy is locked up by an imbalance of the yin yang in our minds,
Only one side of the coin is clear while the other is foggy.
Only allowing us to accept the heads part of the coin as the default reality
for our whole lives.
In many things like money the top side is always seen as the normal side,
but the back is seen as irrelevant just like fantasy.
That fantasy seems to be closer to everyone every time one has a dream,
I now sometimes mistake moments in my dreams as one that has occurred
in real life.
But we only live in a simple life and this may be casted off as a deranged
disappointment by all.
Free!
Esther Lee
Cassie’s eyes flashed open to a soaking awakening of ice-cold water across her back. It
was Andy, with his glossy deer-like eyes staring back at her blankly. “Wake up,” he said with the
same smart-aleck voice from yesterday and the day before. Without a word, Cassie peeled
herself off of her mattress and stood up, crushing a beer can underneath her foot.
She wondered why she had created such an annoying robot. It was a stupid invention.
At first, it seemed like a good idea. As someone who lived alone, Cassie craved more
socialization besides calling her dad in the hospital or bringing school friends over to her
apartment to smoke weed. Plus, she had wanted to work on a project to spice up her college
application. So she had built a walking, talking alarm clock slash robot with a water tank as the
main body, wheels for legs, and a speech recognition engine. But on days like today, Cassie
wished she made Andy a simple cleaning robot, the short, circular ones without the artificial
intelligence capabilities to yap like an alarm clock or spew water when Cassie snoozed him more
than three times. The ones that quietly sweep the floor, careful to not bump into any furniture.
Still, Cassie couldn’t bring herself to get rid of Andy yet. He was reliable, plus, she
would have been late without him. There was something terribly irresistible about handing off
your responsibilities to another being. As much as she was on "vacation," it was summer 2043,
the one before senior year. There were places to go and things to do! “Andy, what time is it?”
Cassie asked, cracking open a window and grimacing at the flash of white light. Today was
small kitchenette on the other side of the room to prepare a quick breakfast. Hungover from last
night, Cassie's head spun like a dreidel, and the inside of her mouth felt dry and clammy as she
took each step. The frayed mini-fridge was empty inside, as usual, nothing but a few peaches left
to turn mushy. So she popped a Tylenol and drank some water from the tap to call it a meal.
“Actually—” Cassie took a peach too and ran it under the faucet before taking a bite.
Cassie was used to taking care of herself. She wasn’t dying or anything. Ever since
Cassie’s dad caught the novel coronavirus from a college party before Cassie was even born, his
lungs had gotten worse and worse each year. Cassie’s dad quit his job as a lawyer to
accommodate his frequent doctor appointments. Doctor appointments turned to hospital visits,
and his visits grew longer each time. Her dad took on a per diem gig as a janitor at a correctional
facility to provide for Cassie and him, but that was short-lived. At one point, Cassie’s dad
stopped coming back home entirely, and he stayed sick in the ward with tubes and machines
Less due to her father's ties with officers and prosecutors he met through work and more
due to pity for her current situation, Cassie had been offered a volunteer position at a nearby
prison. Her job wasn’t magnificent: helping lead kids to rooms for non-contact visits with their
incarcerated family members. Some prisoners weren’t eligible for a contact visit for various
reasons, but they could still see and talk to their visitors through a partition.
lab at the university several blocks away. She might have used the opportunity to rip apart Andy
and develop a more impressive prototype to enter the Engelberger Robotics Competition. She
had been working on a master plan of some sort. If college applications were a game, Cassie was
determined to beat it. At school, she maintained good enough grades to maintain her status as a
competitive applicant. And for testing, she got a good enough ACT score from cramming the
summer before junior year. But the most crucial part of it all was extracurriculars and the essay.
Ever since the SAT subject tests were reduced to history twenty-two years ago, college
admissions grew more holistic, and as a result, more competitive each year.
Since middle school, students were cutthroat with one another. They behaved like
wolves fighting for a hunk of meat when it came to extra credit. High schoolers gritted their
teeth, trying to make themselves as special and unique as possible. Overwhelming amounts of
effort went into differentiating themselves from others through crazy extracurriculars and by
crafting an insane essay. Back in 2021, applicants tried to focus on specific strengths they had,
like spikes. But now, the point seemed to be to achieve superhuman perfection.
Anyhow, Cassie enjoyed spending the money she received from the state to work on her
artificial intelligence models. Sometimes she wouldn’t have money left for food and had to
forget about having a meal or two, but it was worth it when she knew that her developments
could (possibly) land her a spot in Columbia. Unlike her friends Lily Pfizer and Sanders
Moderna, who were granted a one-way ticket to Princeton and Stanford since birth through their
family ties in vaccine development, Cassie was desperate to take any opportunity to increase her
Unless Cassie received a sweet full-ride offer or sufficient amounts of financial aid, the
reality was that she was going to die with only a high-school diploma in hand. Colleges were
impossible to afford nowadays. Unfortunately, the only institutions that granted humane amounts
of aid were known for being notoriously hard to get accepted into.
Cassie considered herself to be a pragmatic person. In her eyes, her dad would pass away
in the next ten years or so, and Cassie would be left to drown in a pool of hospital bills and
educational debt if she went to any other college than the very best. It’s fucking hard to get an
education or get healthcare in America, Cassie thought. Maybe it was the side effect of the
rotten peach, but Cassie felt like spewing out everything she’d eaten the night before and some
nasty words to whoever, anybody that might overhear. Yes, Cassie was frustrated. On a good
day, she could pull off a cheery half-assed smile while asking her math teacher for a letter of
recommendation. When she felt like she got a new idea for her college essay, she felt like flying.
But those were momentary jolts of happiness. Taking off her genius mask, she felt a sense of
dejection and frustration. She was doing shit for the sake of getting into a school. How stupid.
Her whole life, she lived stacking up a resume, for what? The population was only increasing
each year, while spots at universities stayed stagnant. But without college, how would she get her
master’s degree or get a job or save herself from the mess of a life that she forced into from
Cassie got on with her morning routine, trying to dispose of the ever-bubbling feelings of
hate. No, she didn't lack motivation. She wasn't sleepy or tired, either. She was fine. In fact, her
condition was perfect. Cassie got dressed in her uniform of a drab grey shirt and thick black
overalls. It was straight-up ugly, but what could she do? She put on her mask to not die from the
New York smog before she got to see the light of an acceptance letter and grudgingly headed out
The prison was an unfamiliar place, but it didn't scare Cassie. "Good morning," Cassie
said to the volunteer coordinator as she stepped inside and headed for the staircase. The worst
part of volunteering was becoming vitamin D deficient within the dark, gloomy space. The best
part was the load of volunteer hours she earned for sitting around and talking to kids as they
waited for their appointment time for visitation. They were still so young and untainted by the
disgusting parts of the world, so conversing with them relaxed Cassie from her concerns, like
having to start supplemental essays. Plus, the kids were friendly and honest, which Cassie
appreciated.
Cassie sat down on a cold metal bench and pulled out some tablets for the incoming
visitation kids to play with as they waited. When the clock screen flashed nine a.m., the main
door opened, and kids entered the large waiting area. One curly-haired, cherub-faced boy named
Vic caught Cassie's attention. The reason was that he came weekly but was unfortunately turned
Usually, Cassie never cared to pay attention to the actual visitations that were happening.
Inside her head, she would study for the college physics course she was taking online or
brainstormed answers to possible interview questions to prepare herself for future interviews.
Today, she planned to do the former, and a good twenty minutes had passed when a voice
It was Vic. But how did he know her name? "Hey," Cassie started, but Vic's eyes looked
Vic didn't give her a single glimpse. Cassie stared down at the schedule on her device.
Oh. Vic's visit was in a few minutes. Did he want her to take him now? She got up to lead Vic to
the visitation cubicle when the head volunteer took his hand instead. "I'll take him," she said and
proceeded to guide Vic towards the small room with the thick glass windows.
Cassie sat back down on the bench when Vic started to giggle. "Cassie?"
Cassie stood back up again and ran towards Vic. "Vic, did you call me?"
Already in the cold hallway with beaming fluorescent lights and bright white walls, Vic
was about to enter visitation cubicle number forty-four. The guard had opened the heavy metal
door for him. Why had Vic called her? Standing behind Vic, Cassie's eyes locked with a set of
round, black eyes through the opening of the door. They were bone dry in color and in aura
reminded Cassie of Andy's lifeless, industrial nature. The owner of the eyes was human, though.
The girl sat behind the glass screen inside the room. She looked like she had been crying but
maintained a sense of beauty despite the hideous orange jumpsuit she was wearing. Ah, she must
be Vic's family. But who? Most inmates saw their children and sometimes even grandchildren.
But Cassie had never seen an inmate so young. She seemed to be only a few years older than
herself.
Quickly, the door shut, and the head volunteer turned around to see Cassie behind her. "I
told you I would take him," she said sharply, nudging Cassie to return to the waiting area.
"Who is she?" Cassie asked, looking back at the visitation hall as she walked away. The
thick glass windows muffled the conversation taking place inside, but Cassie tried to observe the
"Cassie?"
So that's why he was calling my name, Cassie thought. Well, technically her name. "How
old is she?"
"A bit older than you." The names, ages, and family relationships of inmates were kept
confidential. No one but the head volunteer and actual prison officers knew.
"Why did she keep rejecting Vic this whole time?" Cassie asked.
"She has a crazy sentence. She's on death row. She didn't want to see anyone for a long
time."
"Death row? Is that still a thing?" Cassie froze in her steps. She imagined what it would
be like to be locked up in this place, knowing you were going to die and never make it out alive.
What was the point of keeping prisoners to suffer when they were going to be executed? How
would they feel in the last few days to live? "What did she, Cassie, do?"
"Well, this Cassie made a mistake, and now she only has a few more years to live."
Cassie nodded. She sensed that the head volunteer didn't want to say anything more. She
was a cruel stickler for rules and authority. Cassie stopped questioning and went back to her seat
During her lunch break, Cassie went outside by the park to get herself a falafel sandwich.
The sky was a perfectly saturated blue. Could the other Cassie see this? There wasn't a cloud in
sight. The city was bustling as usual, and a live band was jamming out in the amphitheater. She
could hear them playing from her seat on the edge of the fountain. What was the other Cassie
hearing? In her hands was delicious food. Taking a bite, Cassie broke into a smile. Could the
The warmth of the sun encompassed the streets with shining light. Beads of sweat began
to form on Cassie's forehead, and as they rolled down her temples, they collided with fat drops of
newly formed tears. Together, they streamed down her cheeks in a rushing movement. At this
moment, not a single worry or fear crossed Cassie's mind. Whatever happened to her, she wasn't
the Cassie on the other side of the glass panel. She got up to run towards where the music
flowed. People were dancing, and Cassie joined in. She knew that her thirty-minute lunch break
had long ended but broke out in blatant laughter from picturing the head volunteer asking where