Writing Contest

More than 135 middle school students in Pflugerville ISD submitted creative stories, poems or essays for the recent SouthWest Water Company writing contest.

Thank you to all the students who entered and to the teachers who scored the contest.

 Windermere Utility congratulates the contest finalists:

  • Runa Hall, Cele Middle School
  • Teegan Pegues, Dessau Middle School
  • Nyka Milligan, Kelly Lane Middle School
  • Ellianna Bryant, Pflugerville Middle School
  • Ariel Barahona, Westview Middle School

And the grand-prize winner:lake3

  • Mia Rayne Parker

 Starbank  By Mia Rayne Parker

She already knew the way. Most people would be lost if they pushed through the small opening in the chain link fence hiding the forest away, but to her, this was the only way she knew by heart. Even in the growing darkness as the sun set, she knew every step she took was in the right direction.

She did not notice the gravel crunching under her steps that were heavy with anger starting to fade into the light sounds of grass brushing her boots as she strayed from the path. The only sound she could hear was her own mind raging with fury.

“How could they do that to me?”

The smell of moss started to mask the sap coated pine needles that were sticking to her shoes with the water on the grass.

“Do they even know how hard it was to pull off in the first place? They should try it for themselves, then maybe they wouldn’t treat me so poorly!”

She took in a deep breath, her lungs filling with humid air. She knew she was close now.

A low, rumbling sound filled the distant air and she turned towards it, walking through the thinning trees. Even now she could feel her rage boiling down as the rumbling grew louder. She stepped into the tiny, hidden clearing that had no path leading to it, her place. She sighed, turning her eyes to the top of the towering ledge before her with clear satin colored orange with the sky spilling over its sides.

Starbank waterfall.

The screaming, yet soft spoken water drowned out the raging voices in her head as she watched the blue flowers bobbing along the pond’s edge, being showered in the mist and fog engulfing everything her eyes could see. She walked over to the pond’s edge and sat down, staring at her reflection in the waving water. She could see the darkening, thistle starry sky and the pink streak of a plane soaring like a bird overhead. She imagined herself in the plane, flying who knows where, leaving its pink trail of worries behind it.

She laid down onto the wet, misty grass, feeling the water soak through the back of her shirt. As the sound of the airplane faded away, the rushing water rushed in to take its place. Her eyes fluttered closed as she listened to the water, and soon the water was all that was on her mind. Like cleaning a dirty window, the water uncluttered the mess in her head.

“It shouldn’t matter how much they are rude to me.”

As if the water were speaking to her, a much more soothing voice filled her head.

“I can decide if it bothers me or if it doesn’t. I can choose to give them power or to be in control.”

Her eyes opened again, meeting with the dark plum sky scattered with stars.

“You’re alright now.”

She sat up and sighed into the darkness, listening to the rushing water as the crickets started to play their songs. Eventually she stood up and took one last look at the now dark water, unable to see her reflection but only the stars above. As if the flowers were waving goodbye, they bobbed in the mist as she gave a silent thanks and turned for home.