Struck By Lightning: The Carson Phillips Journal
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Struck By Lightning: The Carson Phillips Journal follows the story of outcast high school senior Carson Phillips who blackmails the most popular students in his school into contributing to his literary journal to bolster his college application; his goal in life is to get into Northwestern and eventually become the editor of The New Yorker.
homecoming!” Malerie said. “Our float is going to be flawless.” “Yeah, the crowd is gonna love it!” I said, and opened the submission box. The room instantly filled with a grotesque odor. A family of flies flew out of the box and circled the room. The submission box had been used as a hazardous-waste basket. Candy wrappers, tissues, used gum, half-eaten hamburgers, and the remains of what looked like a back-alley abortion filled the box, but there wasn’t a literary submission in sight. “Oh,
might have asked what she meant by that and would have been stuck there for hours listening to her mommy and daddy issues. “You know, Remy,” I said, “if you overachieve yourself to death, you’ll never know what your real accomplishments are.” She made a nostril-clearing sound and left the classroom. I got to thinking about things after Remy left. In ten years…not that I care, but I wonder how people will remember me. Will they remember me as that annoying kid from journalism who busied himself
MAGAZINE EDITED BY CARSON PHILLIPS TABLE OF CONTENTS* Editorials “Janitorial Genocide” by Carson Phillips “Small-Town Sex Scandal” by Carson Phillips Short Stories “The Overworked Princess” by Remy Baker “Creatures of the Darkness” by Vicki Jordan Essays “Top of the Pyramid” by Claire Mathews “The Color Green” by Justin Walker Scott Thomas’s “The Marquee” Poetry “Unstoppable Love” by Nicholas Forbes “My Special Little Friend” by John Hardy Satire
get ready for pure hatred coming your way. As soon as the rest of the school hears about this and they tell their parents, the entire town will actually hate you!” I couldn’t believe what I was hearing. I was the only one who’d tried to stand up for the school and they were mad at me?! They were all going to hate me?! “All right, enough!” I yelled. “I wasn’t just standing up for myself in there—I was standing up for all of you! From the minute you guys walked onto this campus you were labeled
really dirty looks lately, much dirtier than usual. Hateful, I should say. Yes, it’s been a rough few weeks. I don’t know why it’s bringing me down so much; I’ve always thought everyone hated me. Careful what you wish for, I guess? Still haven’t heard from Northwestern. That’s still a big question mark in my mind and a lump in my throat. I really need to get out of this town now. December 15 is three days away. So in less than forty-two hours I’ll know if I’ve been accepted early. Fingers