Eighth Grade

Written By Nofa Ouali

From the dawn of time, 

Humor we would mine, 

Games we used to play, 

Now we find our own way

Worlds we discovered,

Treasure we uncovered,

Freedom of youth

Is forsaken by the responsibility of today, 


How we dream of the past, 

Wishing days of mirth will last, 

But the days never cease,

Leaving only ourselves to please,

We sought out youthful glee

Now which slowly flees

Colorful hues of ecstasy 

Years whisper: what could’ve been


Our journey is still the beginning,

Joy we are still winning,

Our trails blaze ahead

As we believe what they said

Don’t dwell on the past

As your lives will live to last

It’s a world which we have made

As we wait years away, in eighth grade

Nofa Ouali

Nofa Ouali is an 8th grader of New School of San Francisco. She was a member of the school newspaper's founding team. Her works include the short stories:The House Where Flowers Cease to Grow and the Beware What the Raven Brings duology. Nofa’s passions consist of culinary arts, reading, writing, sports, and art. Nofa publishes frequent short stories, recipes, and articles that intrigue her. Nofa dreams to write a book of her own someday and hopes to indulge readers in the exquisite world of both imaginative and informative writing—sharing her stories with mutual readers and the New School community.

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