Genevieve Sipes
Genevieve is a junior at Aragon High School. She (attempts) to write amusing and light pieces, but sometimes her pieces turn into dark and emotional showcases of lengthy sentences and complicated comparisons. Genevieve has always enjoyed writing, especially after an eccentric English teacher she had in 7th grade forced her to write creative pieces. She ended up loving the ability to create a different world through writing, and jumped at the opportunity to take an entire year of it. She also loves calzones, and eats them even though she is lactose intolerant; she likes to live on the wild side.
Super Rich Kids With Nothing but Loose Ends
Eva stood in front of her brother’s door, grasping at the last tendrils of courage that she still clung to. The door was tall and dark and broad, but it was dwarfed by the grand hallway. The grand hallway that was gilded in gold and silver and paintings drawn by “Monet himself,” as her father boasted to each and every guest they hosted. The grand hallway that they had both grown up in, that was the sun and the moon and the world to them both. All they had ever known. She took a deep breath and pushed on the door. The doors in the house were all like dead elephants, heavy and unyielding.
She finally forced the door open, just a sliver before letting it crash against the frame with astounding force.
Liam jumped when he heard the door close, pushing away from his desk.
“What do you want,” he said, turning back to his computer screen when he noticed it was just Eva.
“I have to talk to you.” Her voice had a finality to it that caught Liam’s interest, if only for a second.
“What.”
They had never talked much. Even though she was only a year older than him, and they were always stuck in the godforsaken house on a hilltop, the two never had real conversations. It was only ever “Pass the salt,” or “Dad wants to talk to you.”
Eva shifted from one foot to the other, glancing out the window at the vast expanse of grass that made their front yard, accompanied by the curving driveway and the dark granite fountain that never spewed water. The fog that was always present hung even heavier than usual, covering the crimson and rust colored trees and blocking out the sun. The fog wasn’t comforting this time.
“It has to do with Dad.” she said, still staring out the floor to ceiling window, doing everything she could to keep her eyes from seeing his body.
“Great. What is it this time?”
“It’s bad.”
“Whatever it is, there’s been worse.”
“Not this time.”
Liam turned in his chair and stood up, confusion and anger written on his face. Eva kept studying the dense fog and the blood-red leaves.
“He’s gone,” she said calmly, moving her tearless eyes toward her only brother. “He’s gone.”
Earliest Memory
Redwood trees loomed over the meandering track
High up yet so close,
leaving drops of sunlight
Like freckles on the earth’s face.
The cherry train chugged past
Clacking
And clacking
Past my mother
And I.
We waved at my brother
For as long as we could
Until he was gone
And the train disappeared
Around the corner
Into the breathing woods.
