EDITOR’S NOTE
As we get out of the cold winter weather and things heat up, so are all of the creative minds at San Marcos. Our team has had a lot of fun editing and reading all of the wonderful submitted pieces!
The Ink and Venom team has been looking forward to sharing the fourth issue with the SMHS community. This collection of beautiful work explores many moving themes, from the absurd to the mundane. We hope you all enjoy reading the voices of our Rattler community and begin to understand the immense talent that exists within our school. And of course remember, though we are unique, we speak—and strike—as one.
Sincerely,
The team of Ink & Venom
Featured Pieces
I too am a Soladera
Alina Hernandez
I too am a Soldadera
I am who maintains the men in battle
They tell me I am not who earns the credit.
But I am the water for the boat
Tomorrow I’ll have a voice for I will fight for my right.
Nobody will belittle me.
Besides I am the strongest.
They’ll see that without I, there is no victory.
And Without victory there is no reward.
I am a Soldadera.
Chapter 1: Meet J.T
Rohan Garcia
I gasped for breath, and I could feel that I was sweating hard. Dang it, that bloody dream. I hated it. I shook my head, trying to forget it, and looked at my clock. 8:30AM. Well, shoot. I’m late. I rushed to my closet, looking for the clothes I wanted. I stopped for a second, then exited the closet and looked at my desk. And would you believe it, there the clothes I was looking for were.
It took a bit longer than I wanted for me to put my clothes on, so I teleported down the stairs to the kitchen to grab a poptart before I headed off to where I had to be.. “Do you really have TIME to eat that?” A voice in my head told me. “Kittia, I’m gonna eat in the car, and you know that,” I stated while looking for the keys to my ‘69 Shelby GT500. “However, you could be useful and help me find my keys.”
Kittia didn’t reply. I sighed, then covered my hand in a blue aura, my personal aura to be precise. I located the keys, grabbed them, and headed out the door to the car. I hated Kittia a lot sometimes. Kittia is my hyper-intelligence, by the way. That’s the only reason I put up with him. And Kittia knows this too, and takes total advantage of this just to tick me off.
I took a deep look at my car as I walked to the driver’s side. I had painted it sapphire-blue and added a blue tint to the windows, and boy did it look good. I had customized it to perfection, adding modifications and upgrades while keeping the shape of the car intact. And, admittedly, as much as I love this car, FINDING the car itself was one hell of a challenge. I’ll tell that story later.
I got in the car and turned it on, and boy did it roar. I checked the dashboard’s high-tech head unit for the time once more before I took a bite out of my poptart. 8:45. I choked on my poptart, then immediately pushed the gas pedal to the floor. Nononononononononononononono, I thought. I’m seriously late. The cars’ tires spun before immediately taking off down the dirt driveway, and I took a hard right, drifting as I did, and shot off like a rocket.
For those of you wondering, I am currently running late for the Ultimatia Acceptance Trials Exam. Ultimatia is the school I’ve gone to since I was 5, and today I have the honor of announcing the start of the exam, unless the school headmasters decided against it. Wait a minute. I haven’t introduced myself, have i?. Well, my name is J.T. Catia, and I’m 16 years old. I was born September 1st, 9107. I also happen to be one of the few people in my world to have a special all-type ability, and the ONLY person to have a God Level Auric Tier ability, and my ability is called Aura. My Aura happens to be the strongest power in existence, not to mention the coolest. Don’t worry, I’ll explain Aura more later.
I quickly checked the gps to see how far from Ultimatia I was. The GPS said 100 miles. I responded by flipping some switches on the dashboard, activating ALL the engines in the car, increasing the top speed. My car has a total of 16 V8 AultraMax Hyperstorm Sapphire Edition engines, and I don’t even know how much horsepower ONE of these engines have. Like I said, I did a lot of customization and modding to this car. Oh, look. I can now see Ultimatia in the distance. I put the pedal to the floor, and raced to the school.
Old Classy Blue
Anonymous
A Series of Unfortunate Events
Ariella Mendoza
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