Student Writers: Kailey Boynton

This week’s featured writer: Kailey Boynton

School: Maloney High School

Age: 15

Grade: 9

Teacher: Mrs. Lipka

What have you learned in school that makes you a better writer? You have to make words flow. Change up your sentences and make sure it’s not choppy.

What is your favorite book? I read mostly online fictions that others like me write although Bridge to Terabithia and Unwind are some of my favorite books.

What do you like to do outside of school? Outside of school I act, dance, sing and draw. I’m very into the anime/manga and Japanese subcultures. Currently I’m also trying to learn Japanese and Russian.

Kailey's Writing:

Winter

The wind surrounded the little boy of only nine

But he pushed on; curious, he pushed forward.

The trees grew thin and the snow covered ground

Did nothing to hinder little Zoren as he pushed on northward.

He knew he was making progress on his journey

The trees grew thin and there he found quite a fright

There in the snow was a small child,

A child of red, blue, purple and white.

Zoren panicked and ran toward the figure

Dropped to his knees and shook the tyke

“Wake up! It’s not good to sleep in the snow!”

He shouted with little luck, just a whimper and the like.

A little more prodding and he finally hit gold

The smaller human pushed up atop frozen arms

It was a tiny boy, seemingly not yet the age of the other,

With blood-orange hair and ice-blue eyes that seemed to send off alarms.

His eyes screamed for answers, his body screamed to bolt

“Where is this?” he questioned, figure frozen in its place

Zoren passed his coat to the child who clutched it

With shaking and shivering hands, a hesitant smile crossed his face.

 “…thanks,” he said and lowered his head; Zoren nodded,

“We’re close to my house and we should get you inside, kid.

Wait, what’s your name? And speak up,

You’re as quiet as a mouse, kid”

The boy dug his fingers into the cloth of the older boy’s cloak

“I…I don’t know,” he answered quite sincere

With a sigh and a stiffen of his muscles

“I… you can name me if it wouldn’t be too drear.”

Zoren agreed that he should and gave his assent

And he knew he should hurry for soon it’d be night

So the little boy of only nine looked to the sky and the now falling snow

“Winter,” he breathed; a perfect name for the child of red, blue, purple and white.