Wells Combined School

Girls' track results from Pershing County, April 3rd

100/110HH
Marli 17.57 1st place- now holds 3rd place on the school record board

100m
McKinnley 14.84
200m
Stacia 32.79
Marli 31.88
400m
Stacia 1:13.45 Brynli 1:17.71 (PR) Maggie 1:10.94 (PR)
800m
Brynli 3:16.08 Natalie 3:06.54(PR) Millie 2:47.66 (PR) Maggie 2:44.91 (PR) 3rd place
1600m
Millie 6:15.15 1st place Natalie 7:07.26 (PR)
3200m
April 3rd place 15:08.93
300intH
Marli 56.22 3rd place
4x100 relay 58.42 McKinnley, Stacia, Marli &Bella
4x800 relay 11:54.11 2nd place Millie, April, Natalie &Maggie
Long Jump McKinnley 3'10"
Shot Put McKinnley 25'7" Brynli 20'9"
Discus Stacia 67'4"
Triple Jump Bella 25' 5.25"
Pole Vault 3rd place April 5'6" Brynli 5'0" Natalie 5'6" Maggie 5' 6"

2026 Writer's Festival Entries
**Places will be announced 13 April at the Awards Ceremony in Elko**
Colton M
Tenth Grade

*Here is a portion of Colton's entry

Gone Rogue
You want to know why I changed? Everyone does. They point to the moment I “broke,” as if I were some fragile thing that finally shattered under pressure. But that's not what happened at all. I didn't break. I woke up. For years, YEARS! I bled for this city. I took bullets meant for strangers. I pulled children from burning buildings while my body screamed, while I buried friends, while I watched the people I saved go back to destroying each other the moment I turned my back. And you loved me for it. God, how you loved me.
Your hero. Your symbol. Your convenient little solution to every problem you created but were too weak to fix yourselves. But here's what no one tells you about being a hero: the weight doesn't make you stronger. It makes you tired. So impossibly tired. One day, you realize. The people you're saving? They won't be better. They want someone else to carry their sins. So they don't have to feel the weight. I remember the exact moment. I saved him, this man pinned under rubble, crying, begging for his life. Three weeks later, I saw his face on the news. He'd killed his family. The little girl whose hand I held while they cut her free? She'd been cowering from him. I saved a monster so he could create more victims for me to save.
An endless cycle. And that's when I understood. I wasn't breaking the wheel, I was greasing it. You call this villainy. I call it clarity. Every person I've put down since then? I didn't choose them randomly. I chose the ones I knew. The ones I'd saved before, who went right back to their rot. The corrupt officials who were rescued from assassination attempts. The criminals that I pulled from certain death, who thanked me with tears before returning to their empires. I was your janitor, cleaning up your messes while you continued to make more. Well, I'm done mopping. Now I'm removing the people who make the spills.
And yes, yes, I see the fear in your eyes when you look at me now. Good. You should be afraid. Not of what I've become but of what you made me realize. That I wasted the best years of my life preserving a world that didn't need preservation. You don't want a hero. You never did. You wanted a mirror that only showed you your best angles. Someone to tell you that you're worth saving. And I'm tired of lying. So here's the truth, the one no hero is allowed to say. Some people aren't worth saving. Some systems aren't worth preserving. And sometimes the kindest thing you can do is let it all burn down and start over. You see a monster. I see someone who finally stopped pretending that hope alone could heal a wound this infected. The old me died trying to save you. The new me? I’m finishing what you started.

(enter hero)

You think I don't understand? You think I haven't felt it too? Do you remember that night after the bridge collapsed? We sat on that rooftop, you covered in ash, telling me you’d counted every face you couldn't reach. Thirty-seven. And I held you while you shook, because I had my own list. My own ghosts. I've been where you are. Standing where the weight feels like it's gonna crush your spine. Where every save feels pointless because you know tomorrow there'll be another fire, another scream, another reason to ask why you bother. But here's the difference. I stayed. Not because I'm stronger. You were always the strongest person I knew. But strength isn't why I'm still in this costume while you've become everything we swore we'd stop. I stayed because I remember the ones we did save. Marcus. Twelve years old, pulled from that trafficking ring. You held his hand in the ambulance. He's in college now. Pre-med. He wrote to thank us because he wants to save people, too. Yes, you saved a monster that night. But you also saved a little girl who paints murals of hope. An old woman who started a soup kitchen. A firefighter who's gone to pull dozens more out from the flames. You're not wrong that some people we save go back to being terrible. But you're choosing to only count them. You're letting the worst of humanity define all of humanity, and that's their victory, not yours. You say you “woke up.” I say you fell asleep. You stopped seeing the terrified teenager inside the hardened criminal. The abused child inside the abuser. You stopped believing people can change, which is ironic, given what you've changed into. You've become the easiest thing to be. Judge, jury, and executioner. You think that makes you clear-eyed? It makes you blind. It's so much harder to keep believing, to keep your hand extended even when it gets bitten. But that's the job. That's what we signed up for. I'm tired too. Everyday. I've buried friends. Failed people. Saved someone only to watch them destroy themselves a year later. But I don't get to decide who deserves life based on my exhaustion...

Wells Elementary School will conduct an emergency response DRILL on Wednesday, March 25, at approximately 1:30 PM. Please do not be concerned if you see emergency vehicles at the elementary school; this is only a drill. If you have any questions or concerns please contact Wells Elementary at (775) 752-3837. Thank you.