Rain
It is my 2nd favorite wether
It's wet
It's cold
But it helps water plants
My 1st favorite weather is the heat
It can be loud
Thunder and lightning
It's dangerous and even louder
You also get a free shower
Monday, May 22, 2017
Friday, May 19, 2017
Motivation
What motivates me most is music and drawing. Normally I'm a very lazy person, like all day long I will sleep or watch TV. When it comes to music, it really motivates me. Music has changed my laziness over the past month. Art helps me with stress and also motivation as well. Those are the things that motivate me the most.
Galveston, TX
When I was young at the ocean, I went with my family one summer to Galveston Island, Texas. I sat on the sand listening to the waves crashing down, the smell of the salty air just watching the sunrise and the dolphins jump in the early morning, the smell of the yummy food my mom was making for us later that day.
We went to the beach. My mom was walking down the beach when she yelled, "Hey Emily come look what I found." So me being me I drove the golf cart to her because we all know I'm super lazy and didn't want to walk that far so (for example when I wanted a soda I drove the golf cart across the street to get one) When I got there I saw the most beautiful shell I could ever see. It was so big I couldn't believe my eyes, so my mom continued to walk along the beach and I drove the golf cart. That way no one could steel it, but we kept finding theses big shells and later to come to find out we have at least more than five of them.
My most recent vacation, I've been on was to Galveston Island, Texas. This vacation my family and I were at the beach and we kept finding sand dollars we were shocked there were so many though they weren't super big they were still cool to find on the beach. My dad and brother were both fishing and they caught a lot of fish. My brother caught this one fish that could have electrocuted my dad. It has eyes on the top of it's head and it goes under neath the sand so you can only see the eyes. It's in the water so you can't see it, I think that is crazy to even think about that.
We went to the beach. My mom was walking down the beach when she yelled, "Hey Emily come look what I found." So me being me I drove the golf cart to her because we all know I'm super lazy and didn't want to walk that far so (for example when I wanted a soda I drove the golf cart across the street to get one) When I got there I saw the most beautiful shell I could ever see. It was so big I couldn't believe my eyes, so my mom continued to walk along the beach and I drove the golf cart. That way no one could steel it, but we kept finding theses big shells and later to come to find out we have at least more than five of them.
My most recent vacation, I've been on was to Galveston Island, Texas. This vacation my family and I were at the beach and we kept finding sand dollars we were shocked there were so many though they weren't super big they were still cool to find on the beach. My dad and brother were both fishing and they caught a lot of fish. My brother caught this one fish that could have electrocuted my dad. It has eyes on the top of it's head and it goes under neath the sand so you can only see the eyes. It's in the water so you can't see it, I think that is crazy to even think about that.
TEARS
What's in a tear......
sorrow hurt and fear...
that's in the rain...
pity and pain
the two so alike
you can't tell them apart...
but one is yours
the other god's...
both are from your heart.
sorrow hurt and fear...
that's in the rain...
pity and pain
the two so alike
you can't tell them apart...
but one is yours
the other god's...
both are from your heart.
Compost
The smell of rot,
With the texture of sugar,
Gritty,
And granulated,
And rich.
The acidic peels of oranges long gone,
Eggshells of plenty,
And exhales long drawn,
Thick,
Sweet,
And Diverse...
Dense as a brick
With more value than gold,
Into the new
With remains of the old.
One mans leftovers
Another man's meal,
Full of all the goodness,
For a plant to steal.
The cycle goes on
From seedling to sprout,
Onto a plate
Then into the grout.
All can live on
If it really does try,
From bottles to eggshells—
None need to die.
And you are a part
Of a cycle so vast,
Don't toss it in the bin
And make this world last
With the texture of sugar,
Gritty,
And granulated,
And rich.
The acidic peels of oranges long gone,
Eggshells of plenty,
And exhales long drawn,
Thick,
Sweet,
And Diverse...
Dense as a brick
With more value than gold,
Into the new
With remains of the old.
One mans leftovers
Another man's meal,
Full of all the goodness,
For a plant to steal.
The cycle goes on
From seedling to sprout,
Onto a plate
Then into the grout.
All can live on
If it really does try,
From bottles to eggshells—
None need to die.
And you are a part
Of a cycle so vast,
Don't toss it in the bin
And make this world last
Things that make me anoyyed
1. Drama.
2. My sister having a useless fight with her friends.
3. When my cat licks my face forever.
4. My mom talking loudly on the phone.
5. Having to write an essay on the first day of school.
6. When my phone is at 100% and 20 minutes later it's at 0%.
7. When the teacher makes us do a lot of work on the last day.
8. Kids thinking they're better than everyone.
9. When I'm sharpening my pencil for a long time, the lead breaks off and then I have to start all over again.
10. When my dogs bark for a really long time.
2. My sister having a useless fight with her friends.
3. When my cat licks my face forever.
4. My mom talking loudly on the phone.
5. Having to write an essay on the first day of school.
6. When my phone is at 100% and 20 minutes later it's at 0%.
7. When the teacher makes us do a lot of work on the last day.
8. Kids thinking they're better than everyone.
9. When I'm sharpening my pencil for a long time, the lead breaks off and then I have to start all over again.
10. When my dogs bark for a really long time.
Thursday, May 18, 2017
Nature
I began to think of trees and rocks. First, trees have leaves and branches.
Next, rocks have dirt on them and green stuff. Last, trees and rocks I love because you
can mess with them. Clearly, I began to think of trees and rocks.
Next, rocks have dirt on them and green stuff. Last, trees and rocks I love because you
can mess with them. Clearly, I began to think of trees and rocks.
Basketball
My favorite sport, that is my passion, is basketball. It is a sport that is really enjoyable. It is something that I can do for fun, and practice for fun.
When I start playing, I try to focus, watch the ball, and make sure I know where it's going.
I have been playing for five years, and once I started I never stopped, and I got better. After I was playing on five teams, for basketball, my parents finally decided that for Christmas I needed a basketball hoop, and that was a big surprise which is really good.
I asked for a basketball hoop for Christmas, but honestly I did not think that they would actually get me one!
My brother has played forever. I'm very happy that he is my brother, because he is the inspiration, the one family member, that's amazing at basketball! If it was not for him then I would not be into basketball.
Basketball is a passion and it is something that I will always treasure. I will play basketball because it is something that runs through my family.
When I start playing, I try to focus, watch the ball, and make sure I know where it's going.
I have been playing for five years, and once I started I never stopped, and I got better. After I was playing on five teams, for basketball, my parents finally decided that for Christmas I needed a basketball hoop, and that was a big surprise which is really good.
I asked for a basketball hoop for Christmas, but honestly I did not think that they would actually get me one!
My brother has played forever. I'm very happy that he is my brother, because he is the inspiration, the one family member, that's amazing at basketball! If it was not for him then I would not be into basketball.
Basketball is a passion and it is something that I will always treasure. I will play basketball because it is something that runs through my family.
THINGS I LIKE TO DO ON THE WEEKEND`
1: Ride my bike.
2: Not go to school.
3: Get to sleep in (sometimes).
4: Stay the night at a friend's house.
5: Go on night rides with my friends.
6: Go to the movies once or twice.
7: Get to eat food.
That about sums up a good weekend for me.
2: Not go to school.
3: Get to sleep in (sometimes).
4: Stay the night at a friend's house.
5: Go on night rides with my friends.
6: Go to the movies once or twice.
7: Get to eat food.
That about sums up a good weekend for me.
THINGS I HATE TO DO ON THE WEEKEND
1: Clean.
2: Go home after riding my bike.
3: Having to fix my bike.
4: Make food.
5: Think about having to go to school in one or two days.
6: Get yelled at by my mom or dad.
7: Waking up early is one of the worst parts.
That makes up a horrible weekend.
2: Go home after riding my bike.
3: Having to fix my bike.
4: Make food.
5: Think about having to go to school in one or two days.
6: Get yelled at by my mom or dad.
7: Waking up early is one of the worst parts.
That makes up a horrible weekend.
Wednesday, May 17, 2017
The Back-Up
Hey guys. I know I usually write ongoing stories, but I am not done with Chapter four yet. In the mean time, here is a short(ish) story.
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Guns are ablaze all around me. My comrades, dropping, left, right, center. We all have the same goal. Reach the tower. End the tower. Save our world. The aliens need our natural resources. We need them too. We need them more.
I arrive at the top of a small hill. I am so close. The tower is just a short sprint away. I know I can make i—.
*Gasp* My eyes are blinded by light streaming through closed eyelids. I force them open, and notice many people, generals and commoners alike, hovering around me. Suddenly, they start jumping for joy.
"It worked!"
"We're invincible!"
"We can win this war!"
"What happened?" I interrupted, snapping them back to reality. "Where am I? How am I alive?"
"Well... you're not truly alive," the general informed me, "not really. Your body is still sitting on the battlefield, dead as could be. Just, we gave you another one. You see, we managed to steal some alien technology, and we are using it to revive our best soldiers. Think of yourself as a back up or something. You won't die as long as we still have this technology. Now, you should be thoroughly recovered by now. Get back out there.'
I am ushered out of the building and am brought to base camp. I have many questions, but they can wait. The aliens need to pay. They murdered my family.
I charge across the field, but the aliens with their energy cannons, vastly overpower our meager guns. I try as hard as I can, but I die.
*Gasp* Charge out and die again.
*Gasp* We are losing.
*Gasp* *Gasp* *Gasp*
*Gasp* Where am I? This isn't the pod bay. The walls are pure black. The nearby pods churn out alien bodies like printers. Wait. Pods? Bodies? Aliens? The signals must have scrambled. I look down and sure enough, I am an alien. I instantly grasp at the opportunity. I must shut them down from the inside. I run out the door.
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Guns are ablaze all around me. My comrades, dropping, left, right, center. We all have the same goal. Reach the tower. End the tower. Save our world. The aliens need our natural resources. We need them too. We need them more.
I arrive at the top of a small hill. I am so close. The tower is just a short sprint away. I know I can make i—.
*Gasp* My eyes are blinded by light streaming through closed eyelids. I force them open, and notice many people, generals and commoners alike, hovering around me. Suddenly, they start jumping for joy.
"It worked!"
"We're invincible!"
"We can win this war!"
"What happened?" I interrupted, snapping them back to reality. "Where am I? How am I alive?"
"Well... you're not truly alive," the general informed me, "not really. Your body is still sitting on the battlefield, dead as could be. Just, we gave you another one. You see, we managed to steal some alien technology, and we are using it to revive our best soldiers. Think of yourself as a back up or something. You won't die as long as we still have this technology. Now, you should be thoroughly recovered by now. Get back out there.'
I am ushered out of the building and am brought to base camp. I have many questions, but they can wait. The aliens need to pay. They murdered my family.
I charge across the field, but the aliens with their energy cannons, vastly overpower our meager guns. I try as hard as I can, but I die.
*Gasp* Charge out and die again.
*Gasp* We are losing.
*Gasp* *Gasp* *Gasp*
*Gasp* Where am I? This isn't the pod bay. The walls are pure black. The nearby pods churn out alien bodies like printers. Wait. Pods? Bodies? Aliens? The signals must have scrambled. I look down and sure enough, I am an alien. I instantly grasp at the opportunity. I must shut them down from the inside. I run out the door.
INTRUSION OF CONSCIOUSNESS
EXTERMINATE
"Oh c—"
Things I Hate to do on Weekend
1. Sleep
2. Clean
3. Walk my dog
4. Cook
5. Go to other people´s house
6. Think it's the start of the weekend when it's the end
7. Help/read with my sister
8. Run, walk (I still bike every day though)
9. Wait
10. Worst of all get grounded
That would be a bad weekend if you had to do all of them. Wouldn't it?
Free are they
Free are they and free am I for death released them to me.
William, Laney, Bertha {Thompason}
Horence, Jane {Brenzer}
Alice, Summize {Kidd}
Lloyd J {Klock} died in war for you
Andrew, Abbie, little Haley too {Barney kids}
The family once loved now only have the chilled embrace of the soil they now soak in.
Sara and Samule {Hoofmen}
Janice, Jothn {Webster}
Evelyn, Gilbert {Burns} died innocent and kind
Irene{Grace} alone but loved
Give to me your soul my dear to see of your wrong doing. I'll set you free along with me to see this worlds true beauty. Gone home some say as others seem to mourn.
Rusty, Dorthy {Houchin}
John, Helen, Horthen, Ethel {Baker}
Rufus {Spencer}
Mother, baby, Marice, Perl, Oliver {Dick}
Free from your sorrow and fly away. Free to live a new life. Free. Free. Free
~Cameron Green
William, Laney, Bertha {Thompason}
Horence, Jane {Brenzer}
Alice, Summize {Kidd}
Lloyd J {Klock} died in war for you
Andrew, Abbie, little Haley too {Barney kids}
The family once loved now only have the chilled embrace of the soil they now soak in.
Sara and Samule {Hoofmen}
Janice, Jothn {Webster}
Evelyn, Gilbert {Burns} died innocent and kind
Irene{Grace} alone but loved
Give to me your soul my dear to see of your wrong doing. I'll set you free along with me to see this worlds true beauty. Gone home some say as others seem to mourn.
Rusty, Dorthy {Houchin}
John, Helen, Horthen, Ethel {Baker}
Rufus {Spencer}
Mother, baby, Marice, Perl, Oliver {Dick}
Free from your sorrow and fly away. Free to live a new life. Free. Free. Free
~Cameron Green
Shataka defense
20,000 men versus the last remaining Shataka forces. They had about 13,000 men to try and defend with. While their opponents, The Lanaa, would be to the gates by nights beginning. The army was small and insignificant, but they would have to keep The Lanaa back long enough for the blue riders to get to the palace. The army was here and ready, each color coded for each of their jobs. The color of their hood showed importance, and was part of Shataka culture.
Red were spearmen,
Purple were archers,
Blue were katanas,
Green were cavalry,
Black were heavies,
Orange were tanks/artillery
Purple hoods ran across the bridge, their bows shined on the evening sun. It was getting darker, hoods of all colors ran in preparation. They lined against the walls, ready for an attack. The tall and long palace was at stake with this battle. Thousands of small shimmering lights lined in the horizon. They were here.
Spearmen charged; the first attack sliced through the front lines of The Lanaa. Blood dripped and splattered, but none could be seen as it blended in with the red hoods of the spears. Once Lanaa signed shields shot up, the spears could not do much damage. Thousands of fast and swift sounds could be heard as the purple arrows landed with purpose in the armor of their enemies. The arrows were too late, the red hoods were all but gone.
Their battle-scarred faces lay upon the ground, the weapons in their hands. The second parry of purple arrows shot though the black armor.
Few hours later...
Huge chunks were taken out of The Lanaa by the orange catapult boulders. When the cavalry charged they had taken out the Lanaa commanders on the front lines. Archers had picked off all footman and some tanks. The black-hooded tanks had pushed through the middle lines and The Lanaa were forced to the last lines. Every unit had fallen except the Blue-Hooded katanas, Their swift strikes had cut through the tired and sluggish Lanaa. But even so the line would be run through. The battle was lost.
A blue light shined in the distance, finally, the blue riders had arrived.
Red were spearmen,
Purple were archers,
Blue were katanas,
Green were cavalry,
Black were heavies,
Orange were tanks/artillery
Purple hoods ran across the bridge, their bows shined on the evening sun. It was getting darker, hoods of all colors ran in preparation. They lined against the walls, ready for an attack. The tall and long palace was at stake with this battle. Thousands of small shimmering lights lined in the horizon. They were here.
Spearmen charged; the first attack sliced through the front lines of The Lanaa. Blood dripped and splattered, but none could be seen as it blended in with the red hoods of the spears. Once Lanaa signed shields shot up, the spears could not do much damage. Thousands of fast and swift sounds could be heard as the purple arrows landed with purpose in the armor of their enemies. The arrows were too late, the red hoods were all but gone.
Their battle-scarred faces lay upon the ground, the weapons in their hands. The second parry of purple arrows shot though the black armor.
Few hours later...
Huge chunks were taken out of The Lanaa by the orange catapult boulders. When the cavalry charged they had taken out the Lanaa commanders on the front lines. Archers had picked off all footman and some tanks. The black-hooded tanks had pushed through the middle lines and The Lanaa were forced to the last lines. Every unit had fallen except the Blue-Hooded katanas, Their swift strikes had cut through the tired and sluggish Lanaa. But even so the line would be run through. The battle was lost.
A blue light shined in the distance, finally, the blue riders had arrived.
Summer Poem (with emojis🤗)
Swimming in the hot afternoons 🏊🏼♀️
Up in the sky the sun sits ☀️
My skin gets darker ✌🏾
Midnights get longer 🌑
Earths plants growing strong and beautiful 🌸
Rain drops hit occasionally ☔️
Up in the sky the sun sits ☀️
My skin gets darker ✌🏾
Midnights get longer 🌑
Earths plants growing strong and beautiful 🌸
Rain drops hit occasionally ☔️
The wrong way part 2
Andru: OMG ELLA ARE YOU OK?!
Andru: Ella please are you there?
Ella: Andru! Im fine! OMG!!
Andru: you scared me so much.
Ella: why did I scare you? And how?
Andru: Omg you would not text back.
Ella: Ok and?
Andru: And you really scared me. I thought you were gone or something. :(
Ella: I'm so sorry. :(
Andru: It's ok
Ella: Ok
Andru: But what do you have to tell me?
Ella: What do you mean?
Andru: You said that you had to tell me something?
Ella: Ohhhhhh.......yeah.......
Andru: So what is it?
Ella: I'm scared that you will make fun of me
Andru: I won't make fun of you
Ella: Are you sure?
Andru: Yes
Ella: Ok. So here it is
Andru: Ok? So what is it?
Ella: I....Kinda.....Like....
Andru: Who?
Andru: Sean? Jayden? Mike? WHO?
Ella: I like you
Andru: What?! Why?
Ella: What do you mean?
Andru: Why do you like me?
Ella: A lot of reasons
Andru: But.....
Ella: But what?
Andru: But I like you too....
Ella: Hold up!!!!!!
TO BE CONTINED AGAIN
Tuesday, May 16, 2017
15 Ducks In a Row
The 1st duck walked across my front yard, through my perfect grass, then sat on my statue and pooped.
The 2nd duck hopped into my steaming hot tub and burnt all its tail feathers off.
The 3rd duck met my dog (Buster) and...well...um... there went that duck.
The 4th duck ran through the doggy door and stepped on a mouse trap.
The 5th duck climbed my tree and ate the apples, and we were blaming the squirrel.
The 6th duck skipped up stairs and met my boyfriend, guess what we had for dinner?
The 7th duck stepped into my closet and tore up my wedding dress, I guess I'm not getting married.
The 8th duck raced across the street to the market, and stole all the bread.
The 9th duck decided it would be fun to take a bath in my leftover soup.
The 10th duck rummaged through my fridge and ate my ice cream.
The 11th duck met my cat (Fiona) and...well...um... there went that duck as well.
The 12th duck got bit by a spider.
The 13th duck drowned in my toilet.
The 14th duck ate something from my neighbors yard that I hope was chocolate.
And of course,
the 15th duck was just taking a nap on my bed.
Then the mother came and she wasn't too happy. She came with 15 ducks and left with 11.
( This is not based off of a true story )
Marvelous
The world we live in today is marvelous! Is is so beautiful, so beautiful that sometimes when I'm by myself outside I cry, because it is just so beautiful. The birds🦅, the bees 🐝 the sky🌅 And everything above! 🌌What is out there? How did we get here? There are so many questions, but my biggest question yet is... what is the world going to become in about one-hundred years after I'm gone and my kids, kids, kids, kids are there? Is the earth going to be gone with no nature, metal building, and gray rivers? I should embrace the beauty of the earth now and not worry about the future. It is just...um...teriffying to even imagine what this world 🌎 could become ! The global warming is already really bad, along with the trash in the seas, and O boy don't even get me started with the factories!
I can't tell if it is getting better or worse. But I guess you can only hope for the best! Right? What is the most marvelous about the earth 🌏 is how fast humans have evolved. According to scientists humans have developed faster than any other living thing on earth! We went from riding horses to driving cars, writing on paper to typing on I-Pads. I guess that's how life works. Always making changes, advancing! People are really not thinking all the time! Most think bigger is better, and if it's convenient thats the way to go... I mean if that's what you want, so be it! Have fun getting fat with your fast food every other night, and thank you for the time when you were trying to be cool by throwing your trash and missing becoming suddenly too lazy to pick it up! The earth and all the people on it thank you for all those little things you and your little buddy's do to make the trash flow into the rivers and seas!
I personally think that the pollution is NOT going to get any better! I also believe that there is a cure to cancer to stop you from even getting sick. People won't say because they want money! If that happened, then the chemotherapeutic doctors wouldn't get paid etc. So all that people can do is "pray" to not get sick and not die! I don't know that's just me! What do you think this world will become in one-hundred years?
I can't tell if it is getting better or worse. But I guess you can only hope for the best! Right? What is the most marvelous about the earth 🌏 is how fast humans have evolved. According to scientists humans have developed faster than any other living thing on earth! We went from riding horses to driving cars, writing on paper to typing on I-Pads. I guess that's how life works. Always making changes, advancing! People are really not thinking all the time! Most think bigger is better, and if it's convenient thats the way to go... I mean if that's what you want, so be it! Have fun getting fat with your fast food every other night, and thank you for the time when you were trying to be cool by throwing your trash and missing becoming suddenly too lazy to pick it up! The earth and all the people on it thank you for all those little things you and your little buddy's do to make the trash flow into the rivers and seas!
I personally think that the pollution is NOT going to get any better! I also believe that there is a cure to cancer to stop you from even getting sick. People won't say because they want money! If that happened, then the chemotherapeutic doctors wouldn't get paid etc. So all that people can do is "pray" to not get sick and not die! I don't know that's just me! What do you think this world will become in one-hundred years?
Are they even fruits?
Pears, apples, and oranges, nobody really knows what they are. In the song I made with garage band and my friends it tells a story about a guy who likes apples, a professor who likes pears and thinks they are vegetables, and a guy who was the first person to realize what if fruit were not fruits. And that's it. I mean there are some moments where there is a guy who has no idea what's happening. But that's really it.
At the end nobody knows if apples, pears, and oranges are fruits, vegetables, or something other than fruits or vegetables. Unless someone were to stay up all night and find out if they're fruits, or vegetables. Oh wait, that's me. Well, you know the drill: get Taco Bell, take a nap, play games, pretend to sleep, and let's get searching. I first searched up the definition of vegetables, fruits, apples, pears, and oranges.
Apples, pears, and oranges seem like they should be fruits. Well, you're wrong. I went back to the Illuminati web page and at the bottom was an apple, a pear, and oranges. I clicked them and each brought me to a page that had no address. Having no address is like having no fingerprints. On the web page it said "calling all apples, pears, and oranges we will fight back against the humans.We will not be eaten, they will."
Right then I knew I had to kill all the apples, pears, and oranges. I went outside and started kicking people's doors down, killing all the oranges. About a month later I killed all the apples, pears, and oranges. When I came home I was on the news ya know a normal occasion. I walked into my room and the computer screen said,"Jk lol."
Oh no.
The IDK Poem
There in your hands you hold a flower
Some are big, but most are small
You're out there looking for about an hour
Soon you start to miss your doll
Soon you start to miss your doll
Now your beginning to forget the flowers
Your legs get tired so you began to stall
Start to gather your flower powers
Start to gather your flower powers
Soon enough you will be at the mall
Your mother picked all your sunflowers
Be careful...don't fall
Some are big, but most are small
You're out there looking for about an hour
Soon you start to miss your doll
Soon you start to miss your doll
Now your beginning to forget the flowers
Your legs get tired so you began to stall
Start to gather your flower powers
Start to gather your flower powers
Soon enough you will be at the mall
Your mother picked all your sunflowers
Be careful...don't fall
My inner being
My inner euphoria
has seemed to perish,
unbeknownst to society,
I fall.
My hands have attempted to grasp the rope of life,
yet it only burns the skin from my hands.
Leaving me helpless.
Something I often am.
I've tried not to spiral into this hellish reality,
but trying has never been good enough.
As I am drowned constantly by my
speculations of hate,
I continue to hang from this thread of thinking
the thoughts of this world, being somewhere
for me.
My attempts at perfection, will not,
could not, be the best.
That is why they are only humorous
attempts.
Society grabs us and beats us
with an iron fist.
It grabs me and keeps me captive,
dwelling, in the abyss that is my mind,
a truly terrifying thing.
has seemed to perish,
unbeknownst to society,
I fall.
My hands have attempted to grasp the rope of life,
yet it only burns the skin from my hands.
Leaving me helpless.
Something I often am.
I've tried not to spiral into this hellish reality,
but trying has never been good enough.
As I am drowned constantly by my
speculations of hate,
I continue to hang from this thread of thinking
the thoughts of this world, being somewhere
for me.
My attempts at perfection, will not,
could not, be the best.
That is why they are only humorous
attempts.
Society grabs us and beats us
with an iron fist.
It grabs me and keeps me captive,
dwelling, in the abyss that is my mind,
a truly terrifying thing.
Monday, May 15, 2017
Birthday Dinner
Unfortunately the traditional "birthday dinner" comes once a year and I, the "birthday girl" have to suffer through the pain of sitting in the middle of the politics, sports, fights, fights, fights, annoying little cousins, and the old dusty book about birds that old Grandma June found in the attic when she forgot that is was my birthday, because I'm not her favorite grandchild so she erases me from her calendar that consists of puppies wearing top hats.
Meanwhile, my uncles are obsessing over who should have won the super bowl. Aunts are talking about the next musical there going to go to together, and grandpas and grandmas are fighting over why in the heck people mow lawns in September?!? All as I am shoving food down my throat so I don't start to have a mental breakdown. Then, there is the every year... "Oh Koya, don't you think it would be more appropriate if you wore a nice dress instead of ripped jeans and a band shirt?!"
Presents... the best thing I have ever gotten at this dinner would probably be leaving early. I would totally tell you what I got, but its not worth your time, plus not interesting. So that's about it, boring family, boring dinner, just another day, just another year.
Presents... the best thing I have ever gotten at this dinner would probably be leaving early. I would totally tell you what I got, but its not worth your time, plus not interesting. So that's about it, boring family, boring dinner, just another day, just another year.
Saturday, May 13, 2017
Graveyard End-of-Year Musings, Part II
In Part I, I wrote a little missive to my 8th graders. For part II, I think I will try and compose a poem from some things I wrote during the time I was with your class. Do you guys know I did that THREE times, and I never once got bored? There was always something new to see, feel, experience, or think about. You should totally go back during the summer to find more writing inspiration.
I also have some cool stuff from The Flying Pig Farm, though... hmmm... what to do? Actually, I really like some of the stuff I wrote while watching you guys work at the farm. This one is about you. Sort of. Or maybe it's actually about me, though, and what I remember from middle school. It's just an honest poem, I guess. You may see yourselves in it. Yes, I write about you. You are the source of some of my richest material. You are my inspiration. Thank you so much for giving me this poem. Anyway, here it is. It doesn't have a title yet. If you think of one, you could leave it in the comments.
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Girls carry sticks from where they are
unwanted. The sticks, not the girls.
Although the girls, too, perhaps feel
unwanted, at least sometimes (don't we all?),
like sticks that should be making a path,
like that weed we learned about on our walk.
Boys take out their uncertainties
with shovels, shake the dirt triumphantly
from roots, put what is unwanted into
buckets. A wagon catches
on a corner, and it takes time (and
someone to notice and help) to turn it around.
They want to share their discoveries —
the sound of bees,
the pinecone encrusted with roots,
the bleached chicken bone —
with me.
I tell them to go tell the paper.
It's all about the telling.
There are things to be told, about being unwanted, shaken, stuck.
Sometimes you need a shovel.
Sometimes you need a pen.
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Ok, well, now for some fun... Here are the photos from our graveyard trip. And my list poem.
I hope some of you keep writing over the summer! And that you keep your journals for a few years, and take them out and read them when you're 40. You can also continue to publish here. I'll check the blog every week or so to see if there is anything new!
You all have a story to tell. Even if that story is about Taco Bell! haha!!
Love you all so much -- Happy summer, everyone !!!!!!!!!!!!!!
PS> I finally wrote Part III
I also have some cool stuff from The Flying Pig Farm, though... hmmm... what to do? Actually, I really like some of the stuff I wrote while watching you guys work at the farm. This one is about you. Sort of. Or maybe it's actually about me, though, and what I remember from middle school. It's just an honest poem, I guess. You may see yourselves in it. Yes, I write about you. You are the source of some of my richest material. You are my inspiration. Thank you so much for giving me this poem. Anyway, here it is. It doesn't have a title yet. If you think of one, you could leave it in the comments.
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Girls carry sticks from where they are
unwanted. The sticks, not the girls.
Although the girls, too, perhaps feel
unwanted, at least sometimes (don't we all?),
like sticks that should be making a path,
like that weed we learned about on our walk.
Boys take out their uncertainties
with shovels, shake the dirt triumphantly
from roots, put what is unwanted into
buckets. A wagon catches
on a corner, and it takes time (and
someone to notice and help) to turn it around.
They want to share their discoveries —
the sound of bees,
the pinecone encrusted with roots,
the bleached chicken bone —
with me.
I tell them to go tell the paper.
It's all about the telling.
There are things to be told, about being unwanted, shaken, stuck.
Sometimes you need a shovel.
Sometimes you need a pen.
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Ok, well, now for some fun... Here are the photos from our graveyard trip. And my list poem.
There are so many names here I know:
White
Whitt
Marquart
Hendricks
Larsen
Morgan
Allen
Olive
Quinn
Adele
So many more I don't:
Ravenstein
Wilde
Womeldorf
Shouse
Wiggins
Eason
one I can't read because I scribbled it in the margin. It looks like
Heltemer
but I know that's not right.
And then the ones I wish I had known:
Tiara
Mae
Cassasa
Pamela June
Buck & Elsa
Pearl
Burkepile
Ogilbee
Fortuna
I hope some of you keep writing over the summer! And that you keep your journals for a few years, and take them out and read them when you're 40. You can also continue to publish here. I'll check the blog every week or so to see if there is anything new!
You all have a story to tell. Even if that story is about Taco Bell! haha!!
Love you all so much -- Happy summer, everyone !!!!!!!!!!!!!!
PS> I finally wrote Part III
Thursday, May 11, 2017
The date to the dance ( part 3 )
It is the day of the dance. You go to school and it is a normal day. After school is out, you get in Vanessa's mom's car and go to her house to get ready for the dance.
You wear a neon pink dress with black lace trim. Vanessa's mom dropped you two off at the front door. You go in and there you see Jacob standing at the entrance wearing black slacks with a lose white shirt. You walk up to him and tap him on his shoulder.
"Hello," you said.
"Hi, you look nice," Jacob said.
"You do too," you said.
You and Vanessa walk to your friends, while Jacob walks to his friends.
"Hi," said Vanessa.
"Hi, you look nice," you said.
"You do too," Vanessa said.
You dance with your friends for a while, and then you go dance with Jacob. As you hear your favorite song come on, you see Austin walk by you and Jacob.
"Oh, I see you are dancing with your boyfriend," Austin said rudely.
"He is not my boyfriend! I am just going to the dance with him."
"Well... I was thinking about that and I was wondering if you would like to be my girlfriend?"
You look at him for a while then answer, " Yay, I would love too."
You look back at Austin and he is gone.
After the dance you switch numbers, say that you will talk later then you see your mom's car and walk to your car. As you drive home, you text with Jacob. You date for about two months. Then he broke up with you because you were better off as friends than boyfriend and girlfriend. After the school year was over you find out that Vanessa was dating Chase, Jacob's friend, and that they have been dating since before the dance which was three months ago.
The End
If you haven't yet read the date to dance ( part 2).
You wear a neon pink dress with black lace trim. Vanessa's mom dropped you two off at the front door. You go in and there you see Jacob standing at the entrance wearing black slacks with a lose white shirt. You walk up to him and tap him on his shoulder.
"Hello," you said.
"Hi, you look nice," Jacob said.
"You do too," you said.
You and Vanessa walk to your friends, while Jacob walks to his friends.
"Hi," said Vanessa.
"Hi, you look nice," you said.
"You do too," Vanessa said.
You dance with your friends for a while, and then you go dance with Jacob. As you hear your favorite song come on, you see Austin walk by you and Jacob.
"Oh, I see you are dancing with your boyfriend," Austin said rudely.
"He is not my boyfriend! I am just going to the dance with him."
"Well... I was thinking about that and I was wondering if you would like to be my girlfriend?"
You look at him for a while then answer, " Yay, I would love too."
You look back at Austin and he is gone.
After the dance you switch numbers, say that you will talk later then you see your mom's car and walk to your car. As you drive home, you text with Jacob. You date for about two months. Then he broke up with you because you were better off as friends than boyfriend and girlfriend. After the school year was over you find out that Vanessa was dating Chase, Jacob's friend, and that they have been dating since before the dance which was three months ago.
The End
If you haven't yet read the date to dance ( part 2).
Friday, May 5, 2017
The wrong way
Ella: Hey, are you ok? I'm really worried about you. You have not been at school lately.
Andru: Ya. I'm fine. I've been really upset
and I'm scared if I go back to school
then I will be even more upset.
Ella: I'm so sorry. I have not seen you in a while, so I thought that....
Andru: You thought what?
Ella: I thought.....you...
Andru: I what?
Ella: Y'know?
Andru: No, I don't know!?
Ella: I thought you died.
Andru: What in the world! Why would you think I died?
Ella: Because you haven't been at school.
Andru: Well, that does not mean that I died.
Ella: OMG! I'm sorry! Ok?
Andru: OMG! It's ok!
Ella: Question?
Andru: yes?
Ella: When will you be at school again?
Andru: I'm not going back to school.
Ella: What? Why?
Andru: Because I hate school.
Ella: Well, I still have to go.
Andru: I'm switching schools! Ok?
Ella: Why are you switching schools?
Andru: Because this school is stupid and they are treating me like I'm a little kid.
Ella: Well, I don't know what to say.
Andru: Well, you don't have to say anything.
Ella: But I don't want you to leave.
Andru: Why?
Andre:Where are you?
Andru:Hello....
Andru:Are you ok?
TO BE CONTINUED....
Andru: Ya. I'm fine. I've been really upset
and I'm scared if I go back to school
then I will be even more upset.
Ella: I'm so sorry. I have not seen you in a while, so I thought that....
Andru: You thought what?
Ella: I thought.....you...
Andru: I what?
Ella: Y'know?
Andru: No, I don't know!?
Ella: I thought you died.
Andru: What in the world! Why would you think I died?
Ella: Because you haven't been at school.
Andru: Well, that does not mean that I died.
Ella: OMG! I'm sorry! Ok?
Andru: OMG! It's ok!
Ella: Question?
Andru: yes?
Ella: When will you be at school again?
Andru: I'm not going back to school.
Ella: What? Why?
Andru: Because I hate school.
Ella: Well, I still have to go.
Andru: I'm switching schools! Ok?
Ella: Why are you switching schools?
Andru: Because this school is stupid and they are treating me like I'm a little kid.
Ella: Well, I don't know what to say.
Andru: Well, you don't have to say anything.
Ella: But I don't want you to leave.
Andru: Why?
Andre:Where are you?
Andru:Hello....
Andru:Are you ok?
TO BE CONTINUED....
School Days (Part 2)
Trista: SOOO, let's go to class, Heaven!
Heaven: Do we have to?! My brother can take us to the mall!
Rick: Only if I can come!
Austen: Ya! We are coming.
Trista: No! We are not going anywhere!
Heaven: Party Pooper!
Austen: I guess she is right; we need to go to class.
Rick: Aww! But I guess I am planning on going to college.
Heaven: Ya right!
Rick: Says the one who probably won't make it through two years of High Shool.
Heaven: Mmkay! How much money you got!?
Austen: ( Burp noise )
Trista: Dude... what the heck!
Austen: What!? I mean why fart and waste it, when you can burp and taste it!
Rick: Dude that was sick!
Heaven: Ya! Literally... (cough cough)
Austen: O crap, we we have like one minute to get to class!
Trista: One minute and twenty-three seconds to be exact!
Austen: Whatever!
Rick: Bye filli!
(Part 3 coming soon)
By: Pamela.MOg.L & 785RW
Heaven: Do we have to?! My brother can take us to the mall!
Rick: Only if I can come!
Austen: Ya! We are coming.
Trista: No! We are not going anywhere!
Heaven: Party Pooper!
Austen: I guess she is right; we need to go to class.
Rick: Aww! But I guess I am planning on going to college.
Heaven: Ya right!
Rick: Says the one who probably won't make it through two years of High Shool.
Heaven: Mmkay! How much money you got!?
Austen: ( Burp noise )
Trista: Dude... what the heck!
Austen: What!? I mean why fart and waste it, when you can burp and taste it!
Rick: Dude that was sick!
Heaven: Ya! Literally... (cough cough)
Austen: O crap, we we have like one minute to get to class!
Trista: One minute and twenty-three seconds to be exact!
Austen: Whatever!
Rick: Bye filli!
(Part 3 coming soon)
By: Pamela.MOg.L & 785RW
An utterly upsetting truth
Although evolution has created it this way, it makes me highly upset.
It's truly disdainful.
Left out.
Undeserving of this fate.
The flightless penguin.
Of course they can do underwater aerobics, but ducks can do the same and they can fly. Soar through the sky.
The sleek penguin cannot escape the grasp of a starved polar bear, leopard seal, National Geographic camera crew.
How awful it is, that they are forced to live this horrible life, fearing for their lives.
Oh how it makes my heart ache.
So unfair. The penguin is such a sad creature due to this fact. Some have attempted the art of flight and ariel acts, but have not lived to tell the tale.
All birds should be able to fly.
Yet reality has forced the utterly upsetting and horrific truth upon us.
It's truly disdainful.
Left out.
Undeserving of this fate.
The flightless penguin.
Of course they can do underwater aerobics, but ducks can do the same and they can fly. Soar through the sky.
The sleek penguin cannot escape the grasp of a starved polar bear, leopard seal, National Geographic camera crew.
How awful it is, that they are forced to live this horrible life, fearing for their lives.
Oh how it makes my heart ache.
So unfair. The penguin is such a sad creature due to this fact. Some have attempted the art of flight and ariel acts, but have not lived to tell the tale.
All birds should be able to fly.
Yet reality has forced the utterly upsetting and horrific truth upon us.
Science Blog Rap
For my cell project last week I decided to do a plant cell rap. I ended up loving it and having a great time and decided to post it.
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Plant cell rap
Hey, I'm a plant cell,
lemme tell you about me like show and tell.
First up, I got a cell wall, protecting the whole place
Then the cell membrane, acting like a gel-like case,
Oh yes the vacuole, it has organic and inorganic material
It's very important, just like breakfast cereal
Oh, we got our commander-in-chief, the Nucleus
He controls everything like the green on a leaf
Of course, the nucleolus, combining RNA with the proteins,
It's about as important as someone's daily memes,
The rough ER, performing its translation
All across the nation
The smooth ER, it doesn't have ribosomes on the surface,
For that's not its only purpose
Now let's talk about Ribosomes,
Making every bit of protein,
Showing all the energy like the actor James Dean,
The wiggly things called the goglgi bodies
It packages the proteins like a storage unit,
If you want the proteins you gotta go right through it
Chloroplast, converts energy into sugar,
And mitochondrion, they produce power,
Just like an energy tower,
Cytoplasm, keeping everything together,
Just like the old baseball stitches, made of leather.
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Plant cell rap
Hey, I'm a plant cell,
lemme tell you about me like show and tell.
First up, I got a cell wall, protecting the whole place
Then the cell membrane, acting like a gel-like case,
Oh yes the vacuole, it has organic and inorganic material
It's very important, just like breakfast cereal
Oh, we got our commander-in-chief, the Nucleus
He controls everything like the green on a leaf
Of course, the nucleolus, combining RNA with the proteins,
It's about as important as someone's daily memes,
The rough ER, performing its translation
All across the nation
The smooth ER, it doesn't have ribosomes on the surface,
For that's not its only purpose
Now let's talk about Ribosomes,
Making every bit of protein,
Showing all the energy like the actor James Dean,
The wiggly things called the goglgi bodies
It packages the proteins like a storage unit,
If you want the proteins you gotta go right through it
Chloroplast, converts energy into sugar,
And mitochondrion, they produce power,
Just like an energy tower,
Cytoplasm, keeping everything together,
Just like the old baseball stitches, made of leather.
Things I Like to do
- Sleep
- Mountain bike
- Eat
- Make my sister mad
- Stay up way too late playing video games with friends
- Watch You Tube
- Program stuff
- Troll people on games
- Make dinner
- Throw stuff
- Leave school
- Look up random stuff
- Look at memes
- Make fun of buildings
- Build random stuff
The Illuminati
Click here to see camels.
But that was just practice; now is the real challenge.
Friday, 4:00, 4-21-17
I just got home from school and I knew I would be staying up all night so I needed lots of caffeine. Once I knew that I went to Taco Bell. I got three Mountain Dews and some tacos, just in case I got hungry. When I got home, I set a reminder on my iPad.
After that I set my computer up to crack the code. Then, I took a nap; I mean I just got back from school. You don't just expect me to go to school all day then come home and stay up all night without a nap. So I took a nap.
Friday, 6:30, 4-21-17
When I woke up I was ready. I still had an hour until I had to crack the code, so I played halo like an M.L.G. PRO.
When the reminder went off, I ran to the computer and searched Illuminati. I first looked at YouTube videos of the things Illuminati has hacked and when they did it. After that, I look for what they wanted. All I found was red herrings. When I thought I found something it was just leading me back where I started.
It was like going through a maze that never ends.
Friday, 9:00, 4-21-17
I just realized it was pitch black outside. My brothers and my dad where still up. I knew soon they should be going to bed, but that meant I had to go to bed too. I had to set a timer for half an hour so I could time myself going to bed.
If it took longer than a half hour I would be off track. After brushing my teeth and putting my PJ's on, I looked at the timer and it was at twenty minutes. I set it for another half an hour so I could wake up when my dad was asleep. The timer went off and I was ten minutes ahead of schedule. I got back on my computer and started looking up more about the Illuminati.
About five minutes after that, I found a web page about the Illuminati. However, when I clicked it, it said only admins could be on there. I hacked it. When I finally got on, it was just a big five. Of course, I did some research on the number five. I think I cracked the code to the Illuminati. I saw the number five was the asset to every question.
Five times one million take away everything add five and what do you have five. How many sides does a triangle have? Five. What is Illuminati? It is five. Illuminati hacks five places a month. If you fold the five dollar bill in a special way it looks like the twin towers before 9/11.
The Ocean
Do you see it,
in the distance,
the suns reflection on it,
the wind is blowing the waves east.
It's as blue as the sky,
the fish are swimming,
the wind is blowing,
the sun is shining.
When the sun sets and rises,
you can see the orange horizon,
in the distance,
on the ocean.
My Attempt at Romance ch2
(This is the second part to a story I published a week or so ago, I would sugest reading it. Here's a link , I hope you enjoy!)
I woke up, head pounding, and eyes stinging. Squinting my eyes, I looked around, dizzily. With a crackly, plastic water bottle in her dainty hands, I saw Susie sitting next to me. She looked up and grinned, clearly happy to see me awake. Susie started to tear up and I was swiftly bum-rushed with a firm hug.
“I was so worried,” she practically cried. I let out a slight chuckle, she hardly knew me but was worried about me. That felt nice. I then returned the hug. Suddenly she pulled away from me, and opened up the water bottle. “The nurse said you might need this.”
“Thanks,” I smiled softly. Examining her face once again, I noticed it looked kinda tired, but relieved. As I took a few gulps from the water bottle, she took off her glasses and rubbed the lenses with the bottom of her shirt.
“You’ve had a rough day haven’t cha’?” a sweet voice cooed from the opening door. I met my mother’s gaze. She clutched her hand purse nervously; it was obvious she had rushed out of work to get here. Her hair was messy but her makeup was still well done. Susie looked behind at my mother who walked over to me. “I told you to drink more water,” my mother scolded.
“I went to the water fountain twice today to refill my water bottle, my science teacher wouldn't let me have it in class and then made the class do an abundance of sessions of heart rate exercises,” as I explained this my mother glared at me, sympathy hidden only by the slight sneer she wore. “I was late to math, so I couldn’t grab it,” Susie stared guiltily at the floor. My mother acted like I was telling a story.
“And who’s this?” My mother asked, eyeballing an uncomfortable Susie.
“Some chick I fell over,” I joked. Susie’s face took a crimson tint.
“That chick has a name,” Susie sneered in a volume barely over a whisper.
“Don’t you mean fell for?” My mother corrected, taking no note of Susie, who snorted as I was the one red-faced now.
“N-no, I quite literally tripped over her in the hallway,” I stammered. Susie was holding back laughter as the discourse occurred between me and my mother.
“Is that how you broke your nose?” Rolling her eyes, my mother responded.
“Yeah….” I spoke breathlessly. My mother paused, flabbergasted, before bursting out with laughter, and Susie then joined in. My face got even redder. I heard the click of heels on tile, my savior. A nurse walked in with a clipboard pressed against her chest. She hushed the girl and woman at my bedside. When she looked at them her face was firm and stern like a teacher scolding loud children, but when her gaze shifted to me she had a new kindness, softness and a generally sweeter attitude.
“How are you feeling?” The nurse asked calmly. Her voice was sweet and smooth.
“I have a headache,” and enough embarrassment to break the hoover dam.
“Have you had any water yet?”.
“Yes.”
The nurse scratched something on her clipboard. She interrogated me some more, but it went by quickly. I could see why they hired a woman like her. After a few small tests and the exchange of a grin, she left.
“What time is it?” I asked to no one in particular. I watched the nurse leave and listened as the click of heels faded into the distance.
“2:30pm, why?” Susie responded. I internally rejoiced at the idea I wouldn't go back to class.
“Just wondering,” I looked at my mom and then impatiently asked, “ When do I get to leave?”
“The nurse told me you could leave after your examination, I guess we could check out now.” She looked deep in thought as she spoke. I smiled.
“Works for me,” I swung my legs around and off the bed. I internally questioned where my shoes were, but brushed it off. The all familiar feeling of a head rush kicked in. I clasped my temple slightly and as I regained the ability to think, I realized something.“Oh, Susie you need a ride home right?”
“I guess… I would have taken the bus…” she fiddled with a bracelet on her wrist. I hadn't noticed it before. It was small and beaded with small box shaped beads, they spelled a name: Jessie. At least, that's what I could make from it.
“We could give you a ride home,” I offered, looking for my shoes in the room. I wasn't only missing my shoes, from what I could gather I only had the hoodie around my waist and the clothes on my back. The buzz of my pocket alerted me to the presence on my phone.
“Only if it's alright with your mom, but I would appreciate it,” Susie plastered on one of those fake grins that people in advertisements always had.
“Is that alright, Mom?” I asked hopefully. She nodded at me.
“I have to go back to work, but I guess.” She shrugged looking at me then Susie.
“Thank you!” I hugged my mom and jumped off my bed. Susie smiled. We all continued to walk to the lobby and I checked out. “Ma’am?” I asked the receptionist.
“Yes?” I was granted a quizzical look from my mother and Susie.
“Where are my shoes?” I understood that my bag might have still been at school but my shoes? That I didn't understand. The receptionist stared at me without speaking. I lowered my eyebrows and rolled my eyes. I looked at my mother who bit her lip to hold back laughter. I looked at my feet to make sure I still lacked shoes and sure as heck my feet only bore my black patterned socks.
“Mom,” I growled.
“What?” She asked cocking an eyebrow. Her voice still held back laughter.
“I have a feeling you’re not telling me something,” I grit my teeth together. Susie looked on from the sidelines.
“I am not holding back information, my sweet daughter,” I felt like I was about to pounce the poor woman.
“Your shoes were in my bag,” Susie interrupted. I whirled around. In her hands were my silly, little, beaten up flats. I blushed, swiped the shoes from her and slid them on. My mother laughed. Gosh, she was tormenting me wasn't she.
We got in the car and I was greeted by my backpack. The sight relieved me. Susie slid in the back seat and I joined her. Our bags acted as a makeshift barrier between us. Nervously, I fiddled with my hoodie and pulled out my phone. I scrolled through my Instagram, seeing a few posts of cats, memes, aesthetic plant pictures, and a lot of art.
The drive to Susie's place was silent with the exception of the droning of the radio on some pop station. My mother singing along wasn't helping. I clicked off my phone and looked at Susie who looked outside at the scenery. Reaching into my bag, I pulled out my sketch book and flicked through it to find a clean page. I glanced up seeing I caught Susie's attention. She peered curiously over the bags.
My mind raced but I acted natural. Not many people looked into my sketchbook and as she observed it, I realized why. I was slightly embarrassed. I found myself on one of my more polished pieces in the book and I was about to flip the page when Susie's hand placed itself gently on the paper.
She looked at it for a moment and grinned. “That looks nice,” she said. I felt my heart skip a beat, whether it was jitters or an arrhythmia was anyone's guess. Looking down at the piece, I chuckled to myself. It was not “pretty” and by no means happy, cheerful or bright, but I really appreciated the compliment. Without warning my hands moved and tore the page out.
“You can keep it if you’d like.” I handed it to Susie. She looked at me then the art. My mother snickered from the front seat. I paid her no mind.
“R-really?” Surprise filled Susie's voice. I nodded. “Thank you,” she cautiously took it and brought it to her lap. I smiled. The rest of the ride was silent. I watched as Susie traced over lines with her finger and would bring the paper close to her face to examine something. As soon as we got there, she smiled, grabbing her stuff and leaving the car. I heard the tear of paper as she tore something from a notebook of hers. As I walked to the passenger side door, she handed me a small, folded piece of paper. I said goodbye and hoped to see her tomorrow. She returned a sweet smile and agreed.
I sat back down in the passenger seat and my mom turned on the seat heater. I watched Susie get to the door as we pulled away from her house. Once we had gone a few blocks, I unfolded the piece of paper to find, in pretty pink ink, the words: “My number: (206) 327-1239” I smiled, took out my phone and sent the new number a text. My mother, again, snickered.
(Authors note: please do not call this number… this is a fictitious story and I don't condone calling whoever has it.)
I woke up, head pounding, and eyes stinging. Squinting my eyes, I looked around, dizzily. With a crackly, plastic water bottle in her dainty hands, I saw Susie sitting next to me. She looked up and grinned, clearly happy to see me awake. Susie started to tear up and I was swiftly bum-rushed with a firm hug.
“I was so worried,” she practically cried. I let out a slight chuckle, she hardly knew me but was worried about me. That felt nice. I then returned the hug. Suddenly she pulled away from me, and opened up the water bottle. “The nurse said you might need this.”
“Thanks,” I smiled softly. Examining her face once again, I noticed it looked kinda tired, but relieved. As I took a few gulps from the water bottle, she took off her glasses and rubbed the lenses with the bottom of her shirt.
“You’ve had a rough day haven’t cha’?” a sweet voice cooed from the opening door. I met my mother’s gaze. She clutched her hand purse nervously; it was obvious she had rushed out of work to get here. Her hair was messy but her makeup was still well done. Susie looked behind at my mother who walked over to me. “I told you to drink more water,” my mother scolded.
“I went to the water fountain twice today to refill my water bottle, my science teacher wouldn't let me have it in class and then made the class do an abundance of sessions of heart rate exercises,” as I explained this my mother glared at me, sympathy hidden only by the slight sneer she wore. “I was late to math, so I couldn’t grab it,” Susie stared guiltily at the floor. My mother acted like I was telling a story.
“And who’s this?” My mother asked, eyeballing an uncomfortable Susie.
“Some chick I fell over,” I joked. Susie’s face took a crimson tint.
“That chick has a name,” Susie sneered in a volume barely over a whisper.
“Don’t you mean fell for?” My mother corrected, taking no note of Susie, who snorted as I was the one red-faced now.
“N-no, I quite literally tripped over her in the hallway,” I stammered. Susie was holding back laughter as the discourse occurred between me and my mother.
“Is that how you broke your nose?” Rolling her eyes, my mother responded.
“Yeah….” I spoke breathlessly. My mother paused, flabbergasted, before bursting out with laughter, and Susie then joined in. My face got even redder. I heard the click of heels on tile, my savior. A nurse walked in with a clipboard pressed against her chest. She hushed the girl and woman at my bedside. When she looked at them her face was firm and stern like a teacher scolding loud children, but when her gaze shifted to me she had a new kindness, softness and a generally sweeter attitude.
“How are you feeling?” The nurse asked calmly. Her voice was sweet and smooth.
“I have a headache,” and enough embarrassment to break the hoover dam.
“Have you had any water yet?”.
“Yes.”
The nurse scratched something on her clipboard. She interrogated me some more, but it went by quickly. I could see why they hired a woman like her. After a few small tests and the exchange of a grin, she left.
“What time is it?” I asked to no one in particular. I watched the nurse leave and listened as the click of heels faded into the distance.
“2:30pm, why?” Susie responded. I internally rejoiced at the idea I wouldn't go back to class.
“Just wondering,” I looked at my mom and then impatiently asked, “ When do I get to leave?”
“The nurse told me you could leave after your examination, I guess we could check out now.” She looked deep in thought as she spoke. I smiled.
“Works for me,” I swung my legs around and off the bed. I internally questioned where my shoes were, but brushed it off. The all familiar feeling of a head rush kicked in. I clasped my temple slightly and as I regained the ability to think, I realized something.“Oh, Susie you need a ride home right?”
“I guess… I would have taken the bus…” she fiddled with a bracelet on her wrist. I hadn't noticed it before. It was small and beaded with small box shaped beads, they spelled a name: Jessie. At least, that's what I could make from it.
“We could give you a ride home,” I offered, looking for my shoes in the room. I wasn't only missing my shoes, from what I could gather I only had the hoodie around my waist and the clothes on my back. The buzz of my pocket alerted me to the presence on my phone.
“Only if it's alright with your mom, but I would appreciate it,” Susie plastered on one of those fake grins that people in advertisements always had.
“Is that alright, Mom?” I asked hopefully. She nodded at me.
“I have to go back to work, but I guess.” She shrugged looking at me then Susie.
“Thank you!” I hugged my mom and jumped off my bed. Susie smiled. We all continued to walk to the lobby and I checked out. “Ma’am?” I asked the receptionist.
“Yes?” I was granted a quizzical look from my mother and Susie.
“Where are my shoes?” I understood that my bag might have still been at school but my shoes? That I didn't understand. The receptionist stared at me without speaking. I lowered my eyebrows and rolled my eyes. I looked at my mother who bit her lip to hold back laughter. I looked at my feet to make sure I still lacked shoes and sure as heck my feet only bore my black patterned socks.
“Mom,” I growled.
“What?” She asked cocking an eyebrow. Her voice still held back laughter.
“I have a feeling you’re not telling me something,” I grit my teeth together. Susie looked on from the sidelines.
“I am not holding back information, my sweet daughter,” I felt like I was about to pounce the poor woman.
“Your shoes were in my bag,” Susie interrupted. I whirled around. In her hands were my silly, little, beaten up flats. I blushed, swiped the shoes from her and slid them on. My mother laughed. Gosh, she was tormenting me wasn't she.
We got in the car and I was greeted by my backpack. The sight relieved me. Susie slid in the back seat and I joined her. Our bags acted as a makeshift barrier between us. Nervously, I fiddled with my hoodie and pulled out my phone. I scrolled through my Instagram, seeing a few posts of cats, memes, aesthetic plant pictures, and a lot of art.
The drive to Susie's place was silent with the exception of the droning of the radio on some pop station. My mother singing along wasn't helping. I clicked off my phone and looked at Susie who looked outside at the scenery. Reaching into my bag, I pulled out my sketch book and flicked through it to find a clean page. I glanced up seeing I caught Susie's attention. She peered curiously over the bags.
My mind raced but I acted natural. Not many people looked into my sketchbook and as she observed it, I realized why. I was slightly embarrassed. I found myself on one of my more polished pieces in the book and I was about to flip the page when Susie's hand placed itself gently on the paper.
She looked at it for a moment and grinned. “That looks nice,” she said. I felt my heart skip a beat, whether it was jitters or an arrhythmia was anyone's guess. Looking down at the piece, I chuckled to myself. It was not “pretty” and by no means happy, cheerful or bright, but I really appreciated the compliment. Without warning my hands moved and tore the page out.
“You can keep it if you’d like.” I handed it to Susie. She looked at me then the art. My mother snickered from the front seat. I paid her no mind.
“R-really?” Surprise filled Susie's voice. I nodded. “Thank you,” she cautiously took it and brought it to her lap. I smiled. The rest of the ride was silent. I watched as Susie traced over lines with her finger and would bring the paper close to her face to examine something. As soon as we got there, she smiled, grabbing her stuff and leaving the car. I heard the tear of paper as she tore something from a notebook of hers. As I walked to the passenger side door, she handed me a small, folded piece of paper. I said goodbye and hoped to see her tomorrow. She returned a sweet smile and agreed.
I sat back down in the passenger seat and my mom turned on the seat heater. I watched Susie get to the door as we pulled away from her house. Once we had gone a few blocks, I unfolded the piece of paper to find, in pretty pink ink, the words: “My number: (206) 327-1239” I smiled, took out my phone and sent the new number a text. My mother, again, snickered.
(Authors note: please do not call this number… this is a fictitious story and I don't condone calling whoever has it.)
Hitchhikers Guide to the Galaxy Review
I know I normally write my ongoing stories, but I recently finished reading the Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy series and I really wanted to write a review about it. If you want to check out my ongoing story, you can look at my previous posts or go to this link. Thank you
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First off, Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy is an incredibly funny series. It makes absolutely no sense, not even to the main character. You can tell it's good because it both begins and ends with the world being destroyed. This series features Aurthur Dent, an ordinary Englishman, who is ripped off the planet moments before destruction by his friend Ford Perfect, an alien from somewhere in the vicinity of Betelgeuse.
Together they travel across the universe with Ford's friend Zaphod Beebelbrox, the president of the galaxy who is also missing half his brain; Marvin, a maniacally depressed robot 37 times older than the universe; and Trillian, another human who left earth a couple months earlier. This series chronicles their search for the question of life, the universe, and everything; the answer is 42.
I promise, upon reading this series you will be utterly confused and flabbergasted, but mostly, you will be laughing the whole way through. All together, this series is incredibly unique and downright hilarious, and a must read of science fiction literature.
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First off, Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy is an incredibly funny series. It makes absolutely no sense, not even to the main character. You can tell it's good because it both begins and ends with the world being destroyed. This series features Aurthur Dent, an ordinary Englishman, who is ripped off the planet moments before destruction by his friend Ford Perfect, an alien from somewhere in the vicinity of Betelgeuse.
Together they travel across the universe with Ford's friend Zaphod Beebelbrox, the president of the galaxy who is also missing half his brain; Marvin, a maniacally depressed robot 37 times older than the universe; and Trillian, another human who left earth a couple months earlier. This series chronicles their search for the question of life, the universe, and everything; the answer is 42.
I promise, upon reading this series you will be utterly confused and flabbergasted, but mostly, you will be laughing the whole way through. All together, this series is incredibly unique and downright hilarious, and a must read of science fiction literature.
I Didn't Mean Too! Part 1
Icy fingers gripped my arm in the darkness...I didn't mean to kill her.
"What have you done?" The teacher bellowed. All eyes turned to me as he stood over the poor lifeless body on the playground. It was like...like the air turned black all around me and I couldn't breathe or see anything except for the girl. Just after she died, she sat up. She jerked a painting of me out of her pocket. She scratched my face from the photograph. I knew now that she was going to get revenge. Then...I ran. Surprisingly the first place I went to was her dad's house. I had told him everything I could remember, even though that was not even an hour ago.
Her dad just sat and cried. I started going there everyday after school. I went there four days in a row and he cried for three days of those four days. His face was blotchy and his eyes were very red. Then on the fourth day he just stopped out of nowhere. I thought that he was done and moved on a little bit.
From then on, I had been going to the graveyard every day after school. Whenever I went there, there was either a funeral for somebody or they were beginning to dig the hole. One day when I was on my grave yard walk, they had just finished placing her in her hole. While I was walking to visit her grave, I really felt like something or someone was watching me.
I had finally reached her stone and there was a photo of me just nonchalantly laying on the top of the wet, muddy, dirt. If you look a little closer you could see that my eyes were scratched out. Then suddenly it was pulled underground...Suddenly...I was not able to see. It was like I just went blind...OR...my eyes were being scratched out! Was this her way of getting revenge?
"What have you done?" The teacher bellowed. All eyes turned to me as he stood over the poor lifeless body on the playground. It was like...like the air turned black all around me and I couldn't breathe or see anything except for the girl. Just after she died, she sat up. She jerked a painting of me out of her pocket. She scratched my face from the photograph. I knew now that she was going to get revenge. Then...I ran. Surprisingly the first place I went to was her dad's house. I had told him everything I could remember, even though that was not even an hour ago.
Her dad just sat and cried. I started going there everyday after school. I went there four days in a row and he cried for three days of those four days. His face was blotchy and his eyes were very red. Then on the fourth day he just stopped out of nowhere. I thought that he was done and moved on a little bit.
From then on, I had been going to the graveyard every day after school. Whenever I went there, there was either a funeral for somebody or they were beginning to dig the hole. One day when I was on my grave yard walk, they had just finished placing her in her hole. While I was walking to visit her grave, I really felt like something or someone was watching me.
I had finally reached her stone and there was a photo of me just nonchalantly laying on the top of the wet, muddy, dirt. If you look a little closer you could see that my eyes were scratched out. Then suddenly it was pulled underground...Suddenly...I was not able to see. It was like I just went blind...OR...my eyes were being scratched out! Was this her way of getting revenge?
Mist
A couple nights ago, I was sitting in my hot tub,all by myself. We live up in the mountains, and it was misty and very quiet. I heard birds quietly chirping, it was just so peaceful. I stayed in the hot tub 'til it was about dusk. When I was done, I dreamed everything I saw. It took me at least 'til 10:30 to draw what I saw in the hot tub. I slept very good that night.
Her Eternal Beauty
Her breasts sagged low displaying the divots
of her sternum upon her papery skin. The minuscule,
knobby limbs splayed about her unhealthy frame.
Hair, thin, dry, and unkempt held form around her scalp
almost hiding her neck, which was turned at an awkward, broken,
angle. Dark carmine blood flowed
around her body, contrasting with her pale body
and absorbs into the baby blue dress that clung
to her torso and crotch.The somber atmosphere
enclosed her dying, malnourished, figure.
Vast, bleak, farms stretch to the horizon, seeming
to caress the setting sun.
Soulless eyes sunk in deeply and the apples of her cheeks protruded from her hollow face.
Her body contorted into a disgusting beauty as a grotesque
expression clouded her features while she choked
on the thick liquid collecting in her throat.
Like shiny glass,
her eyes blankly stare upwards at the charred
building she had once leapt from and tears
roll down her filthy face, painting clean streaks that crawled into her ears.
Though she was not sad.
The searing pain groping
about her body had turned into a numb ache.
The eerie echo of crows squawking at her sides flooded her ears.
And soon she fell into a never ending sleep as the birds mauled
the flesh off her gory carcass.
And forever now, the world would have her eternal beauty.
of her sternum upon her papery skin. The minuscule,
knobby limbs splayed about her unhealthy frame.
Hair, thin, dry, and unkempt held form around her scalp
almost hiding her neck, which was turned at an awkward, broken,
angle. Dark carmine blood flowed
around her body, contrasting with her pale body
and absorbs into the baby blue dress that clung
to her torso and crotch.The somber atmosphere
enclosed her dying, malnourished, figure.
Vast, bleak, farms stretch to the horizon, seeming
to caress the setting sun.
Soulless eyes sunk in deeply and the apples of her cheeks protruded from her hollow face.
Her body contorted into a disgusting beauty as a grotesque
expression clouded her features while she choked
on the thick liquid collecting in her throat.
Like shiny glass,
her eyes blankly stare upwards at the charred
building she had once leapt from and tears
roll down her filthy face, painting clean streaks that crawled into her ears.
Though she was not sad.
The searing pain groping
about her body had turned into a numb ache.
The eerie echo of crows squawking at her sides flooded her ears.
And soon she fell into a never ending sleep as the birds mauled
the flesh off her gory carcass.
And forever now, the world would have her eternal beauty.
Summer Break is Coming
Summer break is in less than three weeks and I can barely sit still... I mean I can't at all. Just the thought of swimming everyday, running, volunteering, playing with friends while your parents are working! OMG I just CAN'T WAIT! No stress from homework nor grades, just going to camps, visiting family from back home, along with eating all the food in the house, while waiting for your parents to pick you up for softball... AAAA I JUST CANT WAIT ANY LONGER! 🤗🤗 But what I really can't wait for is when I'm old enough to drive wherever I want to meet up with friends at the mall, or just to do something new and exciting! But this summer will give me a LOT of time to think about how I want my room re-done. Now all I need to do is keep my grades where I want them and the last couple weeks will fly by! What will you do this summer?!
Lisa
Lisa
Who is she?
Is she a chair
Is she a phone?
No
She is all of these things
Lisa is god
But who is she really
She is only seen in the shadows
Lurking in the shadows
She walks the streets at night
Only to be known as
Lisa.
Dogs that are valuable
Dogs, are valuable animals. They eat, bark and sleep. Honestly, I think that they have feelings. I mean they wag their tails when they are happy and they bark really loud when they are mad. I do not think that they are weird creatures, I think that they are dogs that can be apart of your big and amazing family. Like a pet.
People say that dogs are stupid but it really only depends on how you treat or respect the dog or how you teach it to act. That is how their personality turns out to be. A lot of dogs are not smart but then again some are. People get their dogs in training to teach them to be a very well behaved dog.
I have an amazing dog! people ask me a lot,
"Do you have a guard dog or something"? I do explain to them that you could call her that,
but honestly we just started teaching her tricks and it worked out for her to know how to
do all of those specific tricks. She is the smartest dog that I have ever met. She is my family. She is almost three and she is pretty much a teenager in dog years. I love her and I am happy that we raised her.
People say that dogs are stupid but it really only depends on how you treat or respect the dog or how you teach it to act. That is how their personality turns out to be. A lot of dogs are not smart but then again some are. People get their dogs in training to teach them to be a very well behaved dog.
I have an amazing dog! people ask me a lot,
"Do you have a guard dog or something"? I do explain to them that you could call her that,
but honestly we just started teaching her tricks and it worked out for her to know how to
do all of those specific tricks. She is the smartest dog that I have ever met. She is my family. She is almost three and she is pretty much a teenager in dog years. I love her and I am happy that we raised her.
The date to the dance ( part 2 )
" But I, don't know enough about you yet." You said
"Yes you do." Jacob said .
"No I really don't." You said argument-ably.
"I will tell you a little bit about me. I am from Texas. My mom and dad are divorced , and I live with my mom. Is that enough." Jacob said
"No, that is not what I mean. I don't know if I want to go to the dance with you." You said.
"Why not? You are the only person I like and the only person I will like." Jacob said.
"I know I am great and all but Austin already asked me. I just don't know who to go with." You say confused.
Right as you stop talking the bell rings and you see all of your friends standing at the door, and all of his friends standing at the other door.
"I have to go to class. I will think about who I will go with ." You said.
"Okay, did you answer Austin yet?" Jacob asked.
"No,I have not, but I will think about it tonight and I will answer your question tomorrow." You said.
"Ok see you later ." Jacob said.
As you walk to your friends you hear your name come on the intercom.
"Rose Smith please come to the front office." Said a voice that sounds like the principal.
You walked to the front office.
"Hi Rose. You are leaving for the day. Your mom is on her way." The principal said .
"Ok thanks." You said.
"You can go get your stuff and you can sit while you wait for your mom." The principal said.
You walk to your locker and get your things. You walk to the front office and sit in one of the chairs.
You come to school the next day.
"Hi,so I thought long and hard about if I wanted to go to the dance with you. My answer is no. I am sorry Austin, but Jacob asked me too and I just don't want to go with you." You said.
" Well that is ok. I don't what to go with you either. It was a dare."
"Well... Ok... bye?" You said
You walk up to Jacob and tell him what happened with Austin.
To be continued
"Yes you do." Jacob said .
"No I really don't." You said argument-ably.
"I will tell you a little bit about me. I am from Texas. My mom and dad are divorced , and I live with my mom. Is that enough." Jacob said
"No, that is not what I mean. I don't know if I want to go to the dance with you." You said.
"Why not? You are the only person I like and the only person I will like." Jacob said.
"I know I am great and all but Austin already asked me. I just don't know who to go with." You say confused.
Right as you stop talking the bell rings and you see all of your friends standing at the door, and all of his friends standing at the other door.
"I have to go to class. I will think about who I will go with ." You said.
"Okay, did you answer Austin yet?" Jacob asked.
"No,I have not, but I will think about it tonight and I will answer your question tomorrow." You said.
"Ok see you later ." Jacob said.
As you walk to your friends you hear your name come on the intercom.
"Rose Smith please come to the front office." Said a voice that sounds like the principal.
You walked to the front office.
"Hi Rose. You are leaving for the day. Your mom is on her way." The principal said .
"Ok thanks." You said.
"You can go get your stuff and you can sit while you wait for your mom." The principal said.
You walk to your locker and get your things. You walk to the front office and sit in one of the chairs.
You come to school the next day.
"Hi,so I thought long and hard about if I wanted to go to the dance with you. My answer is no. I am sorry Austin, but Jacob asked me too and I just don't want to go with you." You said.
" Well that is ok. I don't what to go with you either. It was a dare."
"Well... Ok... bye?" You said
You walk up to Jacob and tell him what happened with Austin.
To be continued
If you want to read the first one, click here " The date to the dance ( part 1 )"
Wednesday, May 3, 2017
Footccerbaskiceball
When you looked at the title you probably thought I just made up a sport to make a story, but you are wrong. Footccerbaskiceball is a real sport and I will tell you how to play, and about the story of the best Footccerbaskiceball player named Verdo bronco88.
Now the first thing you need to know is the foot part of the word. You know how in a football game, they start in certain areas? Well that's what we do in the beginning of every footccerbaskiceball game. We like to do this because football had to be added in the sport.
The next part is the cer. Now this one is smaller but very important because you can't have a sport without a ball. we used a soccer ball but instead of kicking it or dribbling it, we throw it like a football. the cer is definitely important.
Bask is the next part. This is just a basketball hoop. It's kinda important because that's where people run to get a score. There is not really much to talk about for bask.
Ice is very important because all this stuff I've talked about is all on ice. That's why were not kicking or dribbling the soccer ball. So being on ice is really cool but sometimes hard. It's really hard, almost impossible, to shoot a three pointer. But MVP Verdo B
ronco88 did it. And ball is just to finish it.
The rules are easy, there can only be 15 players on each team. The next rule is you can't trash talk or be rude to other players. The other one is if you try to make a layup it doesn't count. There are a lot more rules, but that's some I wanted to tell you.
Now let's talk about MVP Verdo Bronco88. Verdo Bronco88 is one of the best footccerbaskiceball players ever to live. He was the only player ever to shoot a three pointer on ice. He's won approximately 6,482 championship games, that's incredible. Verdo Bronco88 was on the best team, Ryan Is Awesome. This team has won 6,500 championship games. No other team has won since 1453 BC. Sadly, Verdo Bronco88 retired yesterday, but his son Ryan is ten times better. Now you know how to play Footccerbaskiceball, and I did not make this up ,but if I did it would become the best sport ever.
Now the first thing you need to know is the foot part of the word. You know how in a football game, they start in certain areas? Well that's what we do in the beginning of every footccerbaskiceball game. We like to do this because football had to be added in the sport.
The next part is the cer. Now this one is smaller but very important because you can't have a sport without a ball. we used a soccer ball but instead of kicking it or dribbling it, we throw it like a football. the cer is definitely important.
Bask is the next part. This is just a basketball hoop. It's kinda important because that's where people run to get a score. There is not really much to talk about for bask.
Ice is very important because all this stuff I've talked about is all on ice. That's why were not kicking or dribbling the soccer ball. So being on ice is really cool but sometimes hard. It's really hard, almost impossible, to shoot a three pointer. But MVP Verdo B
ronco88 did it. And ball is just to finish it.
The rules are easy, there can only be 15 players on each team. The next rule is you can't trash talk or be rude to other players. The other one is if you try to make a layup it doesn't count. There are a lot more rules, but that's some I wanted to tell you.
Now let's talk about MVP Verdo Bronco88. Verdo Bronco88 is one of the best footccerbaskiceball players ever to live. He was the only player ever to shoot a three pointer on ice. He's won approximately 6,482 championship games, that's incredible. Verdo Bronco88 was on the best team, Ryan Is Awesome. This team has won 6,500 championship games. No other team has won since 1453 BC. Sadly, Verdo Bronco88 retired yesterday, but his son Ryan is ten times better. Now you know how to play Footccerbaskiceball, and I did not make this up ,but if I did it would become the best sport ever.
Tuesday, May 2, 2017
Writing a short story with Story Starters!
I didn't mean to kill her! The air turned around me... icy fingers gripped my arm, the eyes of a painting followed him down the long dark hallway. An icy wind slashed at his face through a open window. A shrill cry echoed in the mist. I had never seen a ghost. But like they say, there is a first time for everything. Closer and closer it came, it was getting bigger and bigger, soon it filled the room, was a light falling?
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My top 6 things I like to do
1. Sleep
2. Eat
3. Play video games
4. listen to music
5. Stay up tell 5am playing GTA5 with friends
6. trool pepol online
2. Eat
3. Play video games
4. listen to music
5. Stay up tell 5am playing GTA5 with friends
6. trool pepol online
Thursday, April 27, 2017
Kid Napped Part 1
"Bye, Sam!" Screamed Emma.
"See you later, Emma!"
This is a story about what happened before, during, and after I was kid napped. This was a terrible experience and I wish I could unsee, unfeel, and definitely unsmell. At the time my mom just had leg surgery on both legs, so she was in a wheelchair. She was also going deaf.
My dad hasn't been in the story since I was three, I don't know why, so I really have nothing to say about him. My mom always told me that he left, and I have no other reason why not to believe that except for the scar that I have on my leg, on my chest, and on the upper left part of my forehead. My mom never really knew how to handle it, so we made her take some therapy. I have an older brother and a developing young sister. Ever since everything happened, my brother has been way over defensive of me and my little sister. It is extremely annoying. My mom has been out of therapy for two months now, and we all think she is doing way better than before. Oh gosh, I forgot, my older brother, Jacob, is currently 16, and my younger sister, Kaitlyn, is 7. When I was kid napped three years ago, so I would have been about 8, we were on our way home from school...
"So...Emma how was your day today?" My mom said as if she were hiding something she had been keeping from me for a while.
"Good..." I said slowly and curiously.
It was a busy, busy day in the city of New York...especially since we lived near the national park.
"Are—"
"Ummm...I went to the doc's office today and he said that my legs are healing properly, but sadly I still will not be able to walk for another month or so." She interrupted hoping that would start a conversation.
"That great," I said, " Mom, are you hiding some—" I tried to question.
"U-umm no everything's fine," she stuttered.
Raising her voice, "MOM I KNOW SOMETHINGS GOING ON...TELL ME RIGHT NOW!"
"K, ok, ok," she muttered, "I don't want you thinking that your dad left you anymore!"
They stopped in the middle of the side walk and Emma looked pretty confused.
"Hold up... what do you mean you don't want me to THINK he left anymore?" Emma said, and you can tell she was getting a little, lot confused.
"Your dad—" she paused and started to cry a little bit.
"My dad what?" I asked.
"Your dad abused me, Kaitlyn, you, and even Jacob," she paused for a few short moments, "so he is life sentenced in prison, and that is why whenever you and your little sister always asked to see him I would always have to tell you that we don't know where he is."
"So when we asked to see him," she stood there trying to put everything together, "you would tell us that he left and we don't know where he is and that he is not coming back. That means that Jacob probably knew this whole time he was just keeping everything from us. Even he was acting like he didn't know....ok, ok I think I got it... you were lying to me all this time just to save his butt and because we were not allowed to see him anyways, neither were you, or anybody"
"Yes, that is correct," she said.
A few short moments/minutes went by...nobody saying anything, then out of nowhere...I ran. I ran further and further until finally I didn't know where my mom was or even where I was. When I turned around to get a good look at where I was the next thing I know was that I was whacked in the head with what looked like a metal pole. Everything went black and when I woke up I was in a tight space in a car...I was sure of it. There were flies everywhere and it smelled horrible. I looked to my right side and there was a dead skunk.
"Help!" I screamed.
"Shut it," a strange voice said.
"NO, not until you tell me who you are and what you are doing!" I cried.
"I am your fathers brother, in other words... your uncle. I do what he said and you do what I say...so shut up!"
"See you later, Emma!"
This is a story about what happened before, during, and after I was kid napped. This was a terrible experience and I wish I could unsee, unfeel, and definitely unsmell. At the time my mom just had leg surgery on both legs, so she was in a wheelchair. She was also going deaf.
My dad hasn't been in the story since I was three, I don't know why, so I really have nothing to say about him. My mom always told me that he left, and I have no other reason why not to believe that except for the scar that I have on my leg, on my chest, and on the upper left part of my forehead. My mom never really knew how to handle it, so we made her take some therapy. I have an older brother and a developing young sister. Ever since everything happened, my brother has been way over defensive of me and my little sister. It is extremely annoying. My mom has been out of therapy for two months now, and we all think she is doing way better than before. Oh gosh, I forgot, my older brother, Jacob, is currently 16, and my younger sister, Kaitlyn, is 7. When I was kid napped three years ago, so I would have been about 8, we were on our way home from school...
"So...Emma how was your day today?" My mom said as if she were hiding something she had been keeping from me for a while.
"Good..." I said slowly and curiously.
It was a busy, busy day in the city of New York...especially since we lived near the national park.
"Are—"
"Ummm...I went to the doc's office today and he said that my legs are healing properly, but sadly I still will not be able to walk for another month or so." She interrupted hoping that would start a conversation.
"That great," I said, " Mom, are you hiding some—" I tried to question.
"U-umm no everything's fine," she stuttered.
Raising her voice, "MOM I KNOW SOMETHINGS GOING ON...TELL ME RIGHT NOW!"
"K, ok, ok," she muttered, "I don't want you thinking that your dad left you anymore!"
They stopped in the middle of the side walk and Emma looked pretty confused.
"Hold up... what do you mean you don't want me to THINK he left anymore?" Emma said, and you can tell she was getting a little, lot confused.
"Your dad—" she paused and started to cry a little bit.
"My dad what?" I asked.
"Your dad abused me, Kaitlyn, you, and even Jacob," she paused for a few short moments, "so he is life sentenced in prison, and that is why whenever you and your little sister always asked to see him I would always have to tell you that we don't know where he is."
"So when we asked to see him," she stood there trying to put everything together, "you would tell us that he left and we don't know where he is and that he is not coming back. That means that Jacob probably knew this whole time he was just keeping everything from us. Even he was acting like he didn't know....ok, ok I think I got it... you were lying to me all this time just to save his butt and because we were not allowed to see him anyways, neither were you, or anybody"
"Yes, that is correct," she said.
A few short moments/minutes went by...nobody saying anything, then out of nowhere...I ran. I ran further and further until finally I didn't know where my mom was or even where I was. When I turned around to get a good look at where I was the next thing I know was that I was whacked in the head with what looked like a metal pole. Everything went black and when I woke up I was in a tight space in a car...I was sure of it. There were flies everywhere and it smelled horrible. I looked to my right side and there was a dead skunk.
"Help!" I screamed.
"Shut it," a strange voice said.
"NO, not until you tell me who you are and what you are doing!" I cried.
"I am your fathers brother, in other words... your uncle. I do what he said and you do what I say...so shut up!"
To be continued
Relationships
There are a lot of relationships out there. A lot. For example there are,
- Mom and dad
- Daughter and mother
- Father and son
- Daughter and father
- Daughter and son
- Boyfriend and girlfriend
- Friend and friend
- Crush and girl
- Crush and guy
- Enemy and enemy
- Enemy and friend
- Desk and chair
- Pencil and paper
- Book and eyeballs
Who knows? There a ton of relationships. There are so many. No one knows all of them. And no one can say all of them. And no one can write all of them. It's just something that you have to think about.
Friday, April 21, 2017
My Attempt At Romace
I bit into a sweet chalky wafer as I meandered through the hallway. The gentle roar of sound was comforting aside from the occasional locker slam or distant shout. I heard the gentle *snap* as I crushed the candy in my mouth. I glanced around the blur of other students walking mindlessly to class. I spotted an open locker and wrinkled my nose at the neatness inside. Everything from the small chandelier, to the mirror and book rack. It disgusted me. I slammed the locker shut, drawing the attention of a few people. Out of embarrassment I scurried along the lockers.
I then fell face first into the linoleum floor. After a moment of embracing the pain of my face and praying my nose wasn't broken, I scrambled to my knees. I saw another girl rubbing the side of her head, groaning, and sitting in front of her locker. We locked eyes and before we knew it we both rushed to apologize.
“I am so, so, so sorry,” I profusely began while I swiped messy hair from my face.
“No I'm sorry, I should have been closer to my locker.” She smiled nervously as she spoke. I examined her face and came to the realization that she was new here, as I didn't recognize her and she had a small paper in her hand with a locker combination. I watched her begin to struggle with her locker again.
“Need some help?” I asked. She looked back at me, clearly embarrassed.
“That would be nice,” she chuckled, handing me her information paper. I tried not to linger on anything that wasn't the combo, but I caught sight of her name, Susie Brook. What a pretty name. I started to spin the knob for the locker and decided to make small talk.
“What school did you come from?” I asked, getting the first number.
“The Academy :someone screams on the other side of the hall: .” She replied.
“I’ve heard it's a good school. Why’d ya move?”
“My dad had to move for work. It was pretty nice school though,” A satisfying pop let out from the locker as it opened. It revealed the bland off-white inside.
“M’lady your locker hath been opened,” I presented jokingly. I got up and was about to walk to my class that I was surely late to when-
“Wait!” I spun back around to look at the girl. “I never caught your name.”
“I didn't throw it.” I retorted jokingly. She lowered her brows in disgust. “I’m Carlee, Carlee Cline.”
“Nice to meet you. I’m Susie, Susie Brook.” Her voice sung out every word. She held out her hand. I shook it firmly and she stood up. She closed her locker with her foot. “What's your next class?”
“Mr.James’ Advanced math, what about you?” I saw her smile.
“Well Carlee, it appears you have a new classmate.” She flashed her schedule at me, her face brimming with delight. I returned a grin not realizing I was blushing until she giggled at me.
I covered my face in embarrassment. “Can we go get a tardy slip?” I stammered. She nodded. I walked and she skipped. As I walked I took some time to admire her features: gold rimmed glasses framing perfect jade green eyes, freckles doused on her cheeks and hair fluffy and curly bouncing with every step. I admired her choice in outfit, and her confidence. I told myself not to judge to heavily before I got to know her and for that, I was determined.
“Umm, are you alright?” I got so lost in thought I didn't realize the ache of my nose of the slight trickle of blood. I pulled out my phone and looked at my reflection in the glass. I indeed had a bruise and bloody nose. I tapped it with my index finger and felt a stinging sensation that made me wince. Starting a vicious cycle, I pulled a small tissue from my backpack and let it soak up some of the blood without touching my nose.
“If you want, we can go to the nurse's office when we get our tardy pass,” Susie offered. I smirked. She looked so worried, GENUINELY worried.
“That would probably be helpful,” I tried to chuckle. My attempt to lighten the mood was met with failure, as I noticed Susie had a stern, worried glance. I shoved my phone in my pocket as we reached the front office.
“Hello?” The woman at the desk asked hesitantly. I actually knew the woman pretty well; her name was Barbra and everyone called her Ms.Barbra. She was kind, shy, and helpful.
“Hi!” Susie said confidently, “I was hoping we could get a tardy pass to Mr. James’ math? Carlee was helping me with my locker and-” I felt my head spin slightly and fell forward, catching myself on the desk.
“I’d also like to request seeing the nurse?” I said hanging semi-limply on the desk. A frantic nod came from Barbra as she wrote on small yellow pieces of paper, tardy slips, and then stood up.
“Would you like to come with us…” Barbra asked grabbing my arm firmly and jerking me towards her, disorienting me. Susie nodded. Barbra led me to the nurses office and I was met my the sharp eyes of the nurse; Tiffany Reynolds. I was given a angered glare.
“What do you need?” She sighed.
“I think I broke my nose,” I grumbled.
“Suck it up,” she retorted.
“But that hurts. Do you even know how to do your job?” At this point Barbra left the room and Susie was holding back laughter. I smirked slyly. The nurse crinkled her nose and handed me an ice pack.
“If your nose IS broken, I can't do anything,” she sneered. I rolled my eyes and left the room. Susie grabbed my arm and tagged along.
“Let's just go to class.” I mumbled. Susie nodded. She handed me my tardy slip and I led her to the classroom. I opened the door having unwanted attention from my class.
“What is the meaning of your tardiness?” Mr.James announced.
“I was helping Susie with her locker and I tripped and kinda broke my nose. Good enough answer for you?” I held up a tardy slip and Susie did the same. Mr. James rolled his eyes.
“Good enough. Take a seat,” He ordered and I walked to my seat. He started rambling once again and I mindlessly scribbled notes. I looked back at Susie who stared with wonder and fascination as he spoke. I felt my head grow light, was it love? or dehydration? I remembered I left my water bottle in my locker. My version went black and my head slammed on the table. Well, it would’ve if it wasn't for Susie.
Susie swiftly, as soon as she knew what was happening, grabbed me by the shoulders. I was nearly unconscious but my vision allowed one last glimpse at Susie’s face. It was one of the thousands of unnamed emotions. Was it fear, worry, exasperation? Whatever it was she made it look beautiful. Last thing I remembered was her gold rimmed glasses glinting slightly, framing her teary jade eyes.
To be continued....
(I would have posted the whole story but it was long enough as is. So, stay tuned!)
I then fell face first into the linoleum floor. After a moment of embracing the pain of my face and praying my nose wasn't broken, I scrambled to my knees. I saw another girl rubbing the side of her head, groaning, and sitting in front of her locker. We locked eyes and before we knew it we both rushed to apologize.
“I am so, so, so sorry,” I profusely began while I swiped messy hair from my face.
“No I'm sorry, I should have been closer to my locker.” She smiled nervously as she spoke. I examined her face and came to the realization that she was new here, as I didn't recognize her and she had a small paper in her hand with a locker combination. I watched her begin to struggle with her locker again.
“Need some help?” I asked. She looked back at me, clearly embarrassed.
“That would be nice,” she chuckled, handing me her information paper. I tried not to linger on anything that wasn't the combo, but I caught sight of her name, Susie Brook. What a pretty name. I started to spin the knob for the locker and decided to make small talk.
“What school did you come from?” I asked, getting the first number.
“The Academy :someone screams on the other side of the hall: .” She replied.
“I’ve heard it's a good school. Why’d ya move?”
“My dad had to move for work. It was pretty nice school though,” A satisfying pop let out from the locker as it opened. It revealed the bland off-white inside.
“M’lady your locker hath been opened,” I presented jokingly. I got up and was about to walk to my class that I was surely late to when-
“Wait!” I spun back around to look at the girl. “I never caught your name.”
“I didn't throw it.” I retorted jokingly. She lowered her brows in disgust. “I’m Carlee, Carlee Cline.”
“Nice to meet you. I’m Susie, Susie Brook.” Her voice sung out every word. She held out her hand. I shook it firmly and she stood up. She closed her locker with her foot. “What's your next class?”
“Mr.James’ Advanced math, what about you?” I saw her smile.
“Well Carlee, it appears you have a new classmate.” She flashed her schedule at me, her face brimming with delight. I returned a grin not realizing I was blushing until she giggled at me.
I covered my face in embarrassment. “Can we go get a tardy slip?” I stammered. She nodded. I walked and she skipped. As I walked I took some time to admire her features: gold rimmed glasses framing perfect jade green eyes, freckles doused on her cheeks and hair fluffy and curly bouncing with every step. I admired her choice in outfit, and her confidence. I told myself not to judge to heavily before I got to know her and for that, I was determined.
“Umm, are you alright?” I got so lost in thought I didn't realize the ache of my nose of the slight trickle of blood. I pulled out my phone and looked at my reflection in the glass. I indeed had a bruise and bloody nose. I tapped it with my index finger and felt a stinging sensation that made me wince. Starting a vicious cycle, I pulled a small tissue from my backpack and let it soak up some of the blood without touching my nose.
“If you want, we can go to the nurse's office when we get our tardy pass,” Susie offered. I smirked. She looked so worried, GENUINELY worried.
“That would probably be helpful,” I tried to chuckle. My attempt to lighten the mood was met with failure, as I noticed Susie had a stern, worried glance. I shoved my phone in my pocket as we reached the front office.
“Hello?” The woman at the desk asked hesitantly. I actually knew the woman pretty well; her name was Barbra and everyone called her Ms.Barbra. She was kind, shy, and helpful.
“Hi!” Susie said confidently, “I was hoping we could get a tardy pass to Mr. James’ math? Carlee was helping me with my locker and-” I felt my head spin slightly and fell forward, catching myself on the desk.
“I’d also like to request seeing the nurse?” I said hanging semi-limply on the desk. A frantic nod came from Barbra as she wrote on small yellow pieces of paper, tardy slips, and then stood up.
“Would you like to come with us…” Barbra asked grabbing my arm firmly and jerking me towards her, disorienting me. Susie nodded. Barbra led me to the nurses office and I was met my the sharp eyes of the nurse; Tiffany Reynolds. I was given a angered glare.
“What do you need?” She sighed.
“I think I broke my nose,” I grumbled.
“Suck it up,” she retorted.
“But that hurts. Do you even know how to do your job?” At this point Barbra left the room and Susie was holding back laughter. I smirked slyly. The nurse crinkled her nose and handed me an ice pack.
“If your nose IS broken, I can't do anything,” she sneered. I rolled my eyes and left the room. Susie grabbed my arm and tagged along.
“Let's just go to class.” I mumbled. Susie nodded. She handed me my tardy slip and I led her to the classroom. I opened the door having unwanted attention from my class.
“What is the meaning of your tardiness?” Mr.James announced.
“I was helping Susie with her locker and I tripped and kinda broke my nose. Good enough answer for you?” I held up a tardy slip and Susie did the same. Mr. James rolled his eyes.
“Good enough. Take a seat,” He ordered and I walked to my seat. He started rambling once again and I mindlessly scribbled notes. I looked back at Susie who stared with wonder and fascination as he spoke. I felt my head grow light, was it love? or dehydration? I remembered I left my water bottle in my locker. My version went black and my head slammed on the table. Well, it would’ve if it wasn't for Susie.
Susie swiftly, as soon as she knew what was happening, grabbed me by the shoulders. I was nearly unconscious but my vision allowed one last glimpse at Susie’s face. It was one of the thousands of unnamed emotions. Was it fear, worry, exasperation? Whatever it was she made it look beautiful. Last thing I remembered was her gold rimmed glasses glinting slightly, framing her teary jade eyes.
To be continued....
(I would have posted the whole story but it was long enough as is. So, stay tuned!)
Bike Riding
One really nice morning (weekend), my dad had to go to a side job, and my little sister was playing the WII. My mom and I decided to go on a bike ride. We lived in Manitou at the time on Washington Ave., on the top of the hill in the log cabin. The hill was very steep and I couldn't imagine riding a bike down it much less up it! But we decided to ride down it anyway.
Away we went not knowing what would happen. We didn't plan on being somewhere at a specific time, but we were going to go where the road took us. By the time we decided to turn back we were in American the Beautiful park! We turned right back around and when we were half way in old Colorado city it started to rain so hard that it was hurting our skin (During a flash flood). It felt like cold little needles. We stopped under an awning of a little shop down town. The rain did not stop but we decided to go on our way. I noticed that people were laughing as we passed which got on my nerves.
When we were between old Colorado City and Manitou Springs we lost the trail and had to ride carefully on the side of the road. As cars passed by, their tires splashed us. Like I really noticed because I was already soaked. I practically went swimming on a bike! By the time we got to Manitou it was dripping with water and it was still raining. I was soaked to the bone.
We found our way back to the trail by the skate park by the baseball fields. Next we got to where the concrete turned to mud. My bike tires were flinging mud up my back and it became harder to ride because of the gradual incline. We cut through an alley as a short cut to get to the top of Washington Avenue. The alley was even steeper than Washington Avenue itself. My mom and I forced our way up to the front of our old house.
Away we went not knowing what would happen. We didn't plan on being somewhere at a specific time, but we were going to go where the road took us. By the time we decided to turn back we were in American the Beautiful park! We turned right back around and when we were half way in old Colorado city it started to rain so hard that it was hurting our skin (During a flash flood). It felt like cold little needles. We stopped under an awning of a little shop down town. The rain did not stop but we decided to go on our way. I noticed that people were laughing as we passed which got on my nerves.
When we were between old Colorado City and Manitou Springs we lost the trail and had to ride carefully on the side of the road. As cars passed by, their tires splashed us. Like I really noticed because I was already soaked. I practically went swimming on a bike! By the time we got to Manitou it was dripping with water and it was still raining. I was soaked to the bone.
We found our way back to the trail by the skate park by the baseball fields. Next we got to where the concrete turned to mud. My bike tires were flinging mud up my back and it became harder to ride because of the gradual incline. We cut through an alley as a short cut to get to the top of Washington Avenue. The alley was even steeper than Washington Avenue itself. My mom and I forced our way up to the front of our old house.
What i do on weekends
Here's what I do on weekends I play Halo 5, stay up untill 5 in the morning. I spend the night at my cousins, and sleep in til 12 pm. When I play Halo 5 I always play online and 360 no scope everybody. What I do at my cousins house is we play the Wii, or we play outside, or we play with legos.
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