Author

Rachel Li

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After my third month as the 110th president of the United Provinces of North America, I discovered that the worst part of my day would always be climbing out of my bunker in the morning. It has been almost 150 years since Canada was absorbed into the U.S. (after the Alaskan War of 4048), and just more than a century since they moved the Capital to Nebraska and built the underground tunnel system in Lincoln.…

I was thinking yesterday eighth period that aequor (Latin word for sea or water, depending on who’s drowning) sounds a lot like ichor (Greek for what the gods bleed) and imagined how funny it would’ve been for a Roman fisherman and a Greek fisherman to be stranded together on a hunk of driftwood in the Mediterranean, trying to make sense of one another before Neptune or Poseidon (depending on which fisherman lives) destroys them both…

Tears are flying down my red, burning hot cheeks as I frantically pack my big chartreuse suitcase with as many of my things as I can. I can’t believe how impulsive I’m being right now. I pack everything I can: my hairbrush, sunglasses, my toiletries, three pairs of denim shorts, some pairs jeans, all my favorite clothing items. And, of course, I make sure to pack my blush-colored dress with the spaghetti straps and the…

Tick…Tock…Tick…Tock The rickety old grandfather clock elicited a slight creak as the long metronome flung to and fro. Dust wrapped along the sides of the once golden brown timekeeper, and with each swing, it knocked off a few old remnants. Chalky cabinets, half-filled with books and half-filled with what looked like scribbled drawings, encompassed the other half of the once pristine apartment. The windows of the Grandfather clock were lined with post-it notes, each with…