One of the biggest life lessons that I've kind of figured out this year is making more friends. Back in September I only had most of the friends I knew last year. Then this year one of my friends pointed out that one of her other friends was in my class. So after that I sort of felt relieved. At least I wasn't a complete stranger in the class. They asked me if I knew a specific person so I said yes. They looked at me and smiled and said I know her too. I felt happier because I had just made another friend, who would be in all of the same blocks as me on 1-2-3-4 days.
When we were downstairs at lunch, we met up with some of her other friends and that lunch time was the best lunch ever! I'd made lots of new friends that day... so I was definitely happy.
Another thing I've noticed this year is that not every friendship can stay the same. But I guess that what people need to figure out, is that when you make friends through life you have to lose some good friends too. That's what I noticed a few times this year, some friends will be with you for a really long time and others won't always stick by your side or won't be there to help you when things go wrong.
A few things have gone wrong in 2010 but all my true friends have been there for me. Some friendships make you really happy and others can sometimes really agitate you. The ones that make you really happy are the ones that you NEED to keep. And the ones that make you mad.... are the ones are the ones you shouldn't keep.
I think friendship is one of the main life lessons... because you can choose what you do with it. You can either let it help you with you're life or let it take over and sometimes ruin your life. So through life friendships aren't always going to be the same. Once again... friendship is the most important and great thing to have and succeed in!
Wednesday, June 9, 2010
Thursday, June 3, 2010
Letter
Dear Movie Director/Producer,
I want to state a few opinions about double movies. How you should have less of the same movie and how single movies should have more sequals instead of being left at cliffhangers. These are a few of my opinions.
Many Citizens disaprove of more than one of the same movie. Many people love the original films, rather than the newer versions of that same movie. The original films seem to be longer and more entertaining than the newer versions, which have taken up more time to create and develop. You should really consider, creating less of the same movie.
I want to state a few opinions about double movies. How you should have less of the same movie and how single movies should have more sequals instead of being left at cliffhangers. These are a few of my opinions.
Many Citizens disaprove of more than one of the same movie. Many people love the original films, rather than the newer versions of that same movie. The original films seem to be longer and more entertaining than the newer versions, which have taken up more time to create and develop. You should really consider, creating less of the same movie.
Can you explain why movies stop at cliffhangers, when most have NO sequal? I think movies without a sequal should be longer and not left at cliffhangers. Citizens all over wait for other movies, as in sequals after watching the first that are left at cliffhangers. Cliffhangers make people wonder if there's going to be a sequal. Also they leave individuals wanting more. An example of a double movie is Karate Kid. The original was made in 1984 starring Ralph Macchio. The original is so much better than the newer version with Will Smith's son, Jaden Smith. The original has less edited scenes than the new one. So it's longer and makes people want to keep watching.
Please consider my ideas and how what your doing has affected lots of people.
Yours Sincerley
Lilie Everitt, Citizen Of Westbank
Wednesday, May 19, 2010
Ice Cream
It was a hot summers day.... and as usual I was lieing there sleeping in the freezer. I had lost my best friend to a little boy. My best friend smelled so fruity... but now that smell had gone. I had been waiting for days until a new friend would come along but I guess nobody else would be joining me in this freezer. After about an hour of driving over bumps in the road and through sand the ice cream truck stopped. Barry the ice cream man leaned over the window. I heard a little girls voice. Then I heard Barry.
"Excellent choice! That's my favourite." Barry opened the freezer and I felt all the hot air rush towards me. Barry's muscular hands wrapped around me.
"Here ya go young one." Barry answered with a smile. He handed me to the little girl and I left Barry's big hands. Small, young hands grabbed me. She opened the wrapper that was around me. The young girl looked so adorable. I touched her soft, little hands. The smells around me were smells I would never forget, salt water and sand. As she put me to her mouth I could taste her. She tasted like coconut. I could hear hear people talking about how much fun they were having and then I heard my friends name. LocoFruityCoco. I saw people attack my friend and eat him.... was that going to happen to me. The young girl started eating me.... but not from my head, so I still had time to think. Why is this happening to me? Why am I being eaten? Why am I melting? She had already eaten half of my body now. I'm feeling so confused as to why this is happening. I'm mad because I didn't actually want to die this way. I wanted to die because I'd gone out of date. I felt happy at the same time. Why you ask? Because I'd get to see my friend in ice cream Heaven. I even felt sad too, because I had a family back in that freezer and now... I would never see them again.
The girl stopped eating me. I was so relieved.
"Mommy.... I'm full." I heard her say.
"Well if your full, throw it away into the garbage can." Her Mom answered. As the little girl skipped to the garbage can I felt like I was jumping in the air. Her hand let get of me and I slowly slid of her hand. Did I not taste good anymore? Or was she just honestly full? When I finally fell into the garbage can, I felt the black bag burning me. Well actually the suns rays shone onto the black bag and onto me. I began to melt slowly... dieing. I saw someone lean over and tie the bag up, I was no longer melting. I was being taken to a garbage dump... there I would die peacefully along with the rest of the rotting garbage.
"Excellent choice! That's my favourite." Barry opened the freezer and I felt all the hot air rush towards me. Barry's muscular hands wrapped around me.
"Here ya go young one." Barry answered with a smile. He handed me to the little girl and I left Barry's big hands. Small, young hands grabbed me. She opened the wrapper that was around me. The young girl looked so adorable. I touched her soft, little hands. The smells around me were smells I would never forget, salt water and sand. As she put me to her mouth I could taste her. She tasted like coconut. I could hear hear people talking about how much fun they were having and then I heard my friends name. LocoFruityCoco. I saw people attack my friend and eat him.... was that going to happen to me. The young girl started eating me.... but not from my head, so I still had time to think. Why is this happening to me? Why am I being eaten? Why am I melting? She had already eaten half of my body now. I'm feeling so confused as to why this is happening. I'm mad because I didn't actually want to die this way. I wanted to die because I'd gone out of date. I felt happy at the same time. Why you ask? Because I'd get to see my friend in ice cream Heaven. I even felt sad too, because I had a family back in that freezer and now... I would never see them again.
The girl stopped eating me. I was so relieved.
"Mommy.... I'm full." I heard her say.
"Well if your full, throw it away into the garbage can." Her Mom answered. As the little girl skipped to the garbage can I felt like I was jumping in the air. Her hand let get of me and I slowly slid of her hand. Did I not taste good anymore? Or was she just honestly full? When I finally fell into the garbage can, I felt the black bag burning me. Well actually the suns rays shone onto the black bag and onto me. I began to melt slowly... dieing. I saw someone lean over and tie the bag up, I was no longer melting. I was being taken to a garbage dump... there I would die peacefully along with the rest of the rotting garbage.
Thursday, May 13, 2010
Schools Out For Summer
Happy Voice
Finally! I screamed as the bell rang. It's the first day of summer break and that means NO school! I'm so stoked! No more boring work... or homework. Just fun, fun, fun! All summer I'm going to go down to the beach and hang with all my friends for about three months! I can't wait to step into the sun and feel it's beautiful heat and see its blazing hot rays of light. All summer it's just going to be excitement... no boring learning. No trying to make our heads explode with knowledge! We'll be getting rid of that knowledge and just be thinking about the summer and how schools over. When I'm at the beach with my friends I'm going to step onto that warm sand and feel the grains between my toes. I'm going to splash around in the water and when I get tired, I'll lay my beach towel on the warm sand and just lie there. Feel the warm heat on my bare skin... slightly burning me as I make no movement since its way too relaxing.
Unhappy Voice
Uh... no! Schools over. I thought to myself as everyone else screamed with joy! It's the first day of summer break and that means No school. I'm so dissapointed! No more work... what am I going to do? I don't want to enjoy summer break, I just want to enjoy school. I don't want to go down to the beach all summer.... that would get really boring! I hate stepping into that sun. I don't like feeling its constant heat on my skin or seeing it's blinding light. Summer is going to be boring with it's continuous beautiful weather. I want to do more learning... I don't care if my head almost explodes, I just want to be smart! All I want to do is think about school not summer. No stepping into that boiling hot sand and feeling those uncomfortable grains of sand between my toes. When I get tired I could just come home and fall asleep in my bed.... I don't want to lie on a beach towel burning myself or sizzling like a piece of bacon. I just want to be in school working whilst being in those nice, cool classrooms.
Friday, May 7, 2010
Mr. Linden's Library
The noise of the thunder made the house shake. As the windows shook the small black kitten jumped off onto the floor. The black kitten ran up the stairs to its owners room. Light flashed into the house. It was like a huge camera flash. The kitten crawled along the floor to a bedroom. The bed was occupied by an old man. His room was full of books since he had his own library in his basement. He called it Mr Linden's Library. Mr Linden lay in his bed reading a book he had found. This was his last book out of the whole library. He wanted to read his last book since he would never be able to read any ever again. Why you ask? Well you see Mr Linden is deathly ill, he could die any second... any minute... any hour... even any day. But he knew he was going to die. He had heard rumors about this book... that once you reach the middle of the book you would get sleepy and eventually fall to sleep, leaving the book wide open. Then as you sleep a plant would grow and grow until it's vines strangled you to death. Nobody would ever figure that you had been killed by a plant growing out of book because once it killed its reader it would slowly sink back into the book.
Mr Linden slowly started to reach the middle of the book... He started to feel sleepier and sleepier. Maybe even sicker and sicker but he couldn't tell. There was exactly 200 pages in this big book. He had reached the middle of the book... exactly page 100. He tried to stay awake since he knew that something would kill him. His wife had died a year before from this exact book. Mr Linden leaned over as he saw a green tip come out of the middle of the book. That green tip wasn't small for long, it looked as though it could disguise itself as a house plant. The vines of the plant slowly moved towards Mr Linden. Wrapping itself around his old, wrinkled neck. It slowly began to kill him. As it strangled him he grabbed a piece of paper and a pencil. With some of his last strength he began to write a note. This is what he had wrote:
'Dear Reader, This is your last and final warning... PLEASE DON'T READ THIS BOOK! It contains real deaths. Do not read page 100... If you do YOU WILL DIE! Consider this your final warning.'
Mr Linden began to feel cold... the plant was crushing him. He could barely breathe. Five minutes of torture. After the five minutes was up... all the kitten could hear was the clock tick-toking.
Mr Linden slowly started to reach the middle of the book... He started to feel sleepier and sleepier. Maybe even sicker and sicker but he couldn't tell. There was exactly 200 pages in this big book. He had reached the middle of the book... exactly page 100. He tried to stay awake since he knew that something would kill him. His wife had died a year before from this exact book. Mr Linden leaned over as he saw a green tip come out of the middle of the book. That green tip wasn't small for long, it looked as though it could disguise itself as a house plant. The vines of the plant slowly moved towards Mr Linden. Wrapping itself around his old, wrinkled neck. It slowly began to kill him. As it strangled him he grabbed a piece of paper and a pencil. With some of his last strength he began to write a note. This is what he had wrote:
'Dear Reader, This is your last and final warning... PLEASE DON'T READ THIS BOOK! It contains real deaths. Do not read page 100... If you do YOU WILL DIE! Consider this your final warning.'
Mr Linden began to feel cold... the plant was crushing him. He could barely breathe. Five minutes of torture. After the five minutes was up... all the kitten could hear was the clock tick-toking.
14 Years Later
It was the beginning of July and Martha was bored. She felt as though the summer heat was going to burn her alive. She had just moved into a new house... the old man that died there 14 years ago was Mr Linden. She even had his old Cats, kittens living with her. She hadn't fully explored the house yet.. but she had heard that there was a library down in the basement. Some old books and some new. Mr Linden's library had been painted with pinks and blues and yellows... just so it felt more welcoming. Martha slowly brushed her hand along the shelf of books. Over the back of the spines of books. Then suddenly one book in particular had hit her. She pulled it out of the shelf and blew the dust off. The front cover read...'The Deathly Vines Of Spain'. The title seemed to catch her eye... just because it sounded really interesting. Martha liked books that caught her eye, mostly because they were to do with mysteries and deaths. Not that Martha liked that stuff in real, life just in books. As she opened the book a small note fell out of it. She read the same note that Mr Linden had written before he died. Although this note was warning her not to read this book she ignored it. She just kept reading it to herself thinking, 'What kind of stupid person would put this prank inside a book!'
In the hallway she saw her Mom. Mrs Lara Curtis loved to clean... everyday you would see her with some sort of cleaning supply in her hand. Dusters, Lysol, tissue paper, disinfectant. You name it and she'd be holding it ready to clean up ANY mess.
"Martha Curtis! What do you have there?" Lara turned around with the duster by her side.
"Mother! I have a book. It's called The Deathly Vines Of Spain." Lifting up the book, her Mother got closer.
"That's great darling! You've found something that you would actually enjoy to read." A big smile appeared on her Mothers... young, but forty year old face.
"Yes Mom.... I'm going to go to my room now to read it." Giving her mom a big hug, that she hadn't given her mother in a while. Her Mom turned away and scurried away down the hall singing... "Oh how I love to clean! Clean, clean... till the house sparkles!"
Inside Martha's room was a basket. Six little kittens beautifully sleeping. Three of which were black and white and two were black and the last one was white. Martha opened her window to let in some cool summer air. Then she jumped onto her double bed. The bed sheets were pink and white, they matched her bedroom color perfectly! Slowly Martha fluffed her pillow and then lay up ready to read. Opening the book... she smelt it. Although the book was tattered, dusty and really old... it still had that new book smell. Quickly she flipped to the back of the book. Exactly 200 pages!
After a couple of pages she had reached page 99... she began to feel very sleepy. Remembering that old note she turned the page to 100. The middle of the book. This was where Mr Linden had died. Too sleepy to carry on she turned on her side with the book wide open. Just like fourteen years ago a green tip appeared. About five minutes later it was a full grown plant... ready to kill. The plant moved its vines around till it found Martha. It felt her warm neck and knew it was time to kill. Dark green vines slowly wrapped around her neck. While she slept she also began to die. Slowly being choked by a monstrous killing plant. At least ten minutes later the plant sensed that she was dead and shrivelled itself up back into the book. It would be at least a couple more years before it finds its next victim.
After a couple of months... Martha's mother had a funeral for her daughter. She ordered the best coffin she could find and the best the best tomb stone. Although she knew it would get dirty she would come by every week to clean her daughters tomb stone. The words engraved on it were....
R.I.P
Martha Amanda Curtis
1996-2011
My dear Martha I have enjoyed these years with you. It will always be a mystery to your death. I wish you could still be here.
Back in the book the plant silently awaits for its next victim. The book wasn't in Martha's room anymore, it wasn't even in Mr Linden's library. The small book wait to be investigated by the C.S.I. When they open it that's when the small plant will attack. But when will it attack? Who will it attack? Nobody knows about this mysterious book and its evil ways. Martha's death will always be a mystery.
Tuesday, April 27, 2010
TOP 10 WORD CHOICE!
1.Blazing
2.Inferno
3.Bawled
4.Shattered
5.Enchanting
6.Exotic
7.Spectacular
8.Astonished
9.Glistened
10.Lucky
2.Inferno
3.Bawled
4.Shattered
5.Enchanting
6.Exotic
7.Spectacular
8.Astonished
9.Glistened
10.Lucky
Wednesday, April 21, 2010
New In School
The sound of my alarm clock goes... ring-ring-rang! As I slowly get up my bed creeks. I open my door and walk into the empty hallway. The sound of the toaster popping and the smell of sizzling bacon in a pan. Wow... does that ever make me hungry! My mother turns around and smiles. I sit down at the dining table and wait for breakfast. My little brother screeches as I take the salt and pepper away from him. My father walks in with my little sister holding his had and my twin baby brothers in his arms. You think one kid would be enough... but sadly no. My parents end up with four more. As my father puts Dallas and Andrew in their play pen, my mother puts the breakfast on the table. Slowly I reach over to the plate of hot bacon. OUCH! I had just been stabbed with a fork!
"MARCUS! What was that for?" I asked. Marcus laughed. Marcus is eight years old, he still has a lot of learning to do before he realizes he can't stab people with forks! Since Marcus didn't answer my question I tried to reach for another piece. Gladly I didn't get stabbed with a fork but now my hand was covered in spit. Uh... I'd just been spat on!
"MOLLY! Why'd you do that? It's gross!" I asked. I was getting mad. Molly burst into tears. Molly is five years old, she also has a lot to learn before she realizes that she needs to keep her spit to herself!
"Molly... what's wrong dear?" My mother sounded so tired!
"Emilio yell at me!" Molly has such bad grammar! My mother turned to stare at me.
"Emilio!" My Mom was angry. I started to argue back.
"Mom! Marcus stabbed me with a fork and Molly spat on me! I can't take much more of this! I'M NO LONGER HUNGRY!!" Quickly I stood up and the chair hit the hardwood flooring. Dallas and Andrew hated that noise so they started squealing.
"EMILIO! GET BACK HERE AND EAT YOUR BREAKFAST!!" My mom yelled. I'd never heard her yell like that so I just ignored her. I slammed my bedroom door and opened my closet. I pulled out a pair of skinny jeans and a plaid shirt. I walked into the bathroom and opened up the medicine cabinet where the toothpaste was. Suddenly all of my Dads allergy pills scattered all over the floor.
"MOM!" Marcus was standing right at the door, ready to rat on me. I ran at him with rage and pushed him over! I grabbed my backpack before I could get in anymore trouble and sprinted out of the door.
As the yellow school bus approached the corner I began to think of things that could happen. What if everybody makes fun of me? What if I make no friends? Or what if I get run over by the school bus? Hmm... lots of questions. The bus halted to a stop. The doors swung open and that's when the butterflies started flying around in my stomach! As I walked down the isle to find a seat the bus started to move and I lost balance. I fell face first onto the floor. Everyone began to laugh at me. I felt like such a fool! I opened my back-pack and pulled out my favourite book. I felt someones heavy breath on my neck.
"Hey look everyone! It's Nerdy!!" Behind me the boy screamed right in my ear and everyone laughed. I sighed.
As I walked out of the bus someone pushed me down the steps and I fell... face first again. I got up and rubbed my cheeks. Ouch... How could this day get worse? Slowly and nervously I walked into the office.
"Can I help ya dear?" This woman was young, she looked fairly new and she had one headphone in her ear. How rude.
"Well... hmmm.. I'm new here. Can you help me?" The woman looked at me.
"Huh? I didn't hear you darling. Speak up." My body stiffened.
"I'm new here! Can you help me?" She nodded.
"Certainly," She handed me a timetable and a list of all my classes. "This will be your first class." She ended and walked off. Blankly I stared at the sheet. My first class is math... not my best subject I thought. I opened the door and walked towards the stairs.
On third floor I found my class room. My teacher was there. I stood nervously in the doorway. Worriedly thinking what if I make a bad first impretion?
"You must be Emilio Randles. Am I right?" The teacher looked at me. She was also a woman. I coughed to clear my throat. I don't want to choke or anything.
"Er.. yea. You are right." Struggling I forced a smile but it went back to an upside down smile! She smiled back.
As she smiled she told me to sit down and wait for the rest of the class. Silently I sat there. Waiting for others to appear. Tick-tock. I heard the clock, it was pretty loud. I saw some kids arrive. One boy just stood in the doorway and stared at me.
"You again?!" He sounded surprised and fustrated all at the same time."Kid! Your sitting in my spot!"
"Well... the teacher told me... to sit here." I replied with a few stutters here and there.
"I don't care what the teacher said! That's my spot." He just stood there looking like he wanted to punch me.
"Jackson! Sit down." He turned round and stared at the teacher. Oh, how I hate when the teacher tries to stare you down. Like a dog before it attacks. Jackson... if that was his real name, sat down. I could see him staring at me through the corner of his eyes. He looked so evil!
Halfway through the lesson Jackson stood up again. He walked over and pushed me out of my seat. He sat down in it yelling, 'Victory Is Mine!' Oh how I wanted to punch him.
"Ha,ha! Your such a loser! Elmo!" That was the last time someone was ever going to call me that in my life. I stood up at punched him. He fell to the ground, followed by a thump! I was shocked. What did I just do? I grabbed my backpack and ran! I heard the teacher yelling but I just kept on running. Fustrated I kept on running. After a long minute of deciding what I should do, I ran on home.
Opening the door my mother turned around to stare at me.
"Emilio? What are you doing home so early? Especially on your first day of school." She walked over and put her arm around me.
"I got bullied... From the moment I stepped on the bus that stupid Jackson kid, had to bully me!!" Tears started to form and my eyes began to swell up.
"Oh my stars! Emilio I'm so sorry" She pulled me into a hug. Under her arm was my head.
"I punched him Mom.." I burried my head into her arm deeper and her grip got tighter.
"You what Emilio?" Mother sounded so worried.
"I said I punched him mom, he called me Elmo! I promised myself that, that would be the last time someone would say that." I cried. After five long minutes she told me to get some rest. I nodded and walked to my room. Crying I lay on my bed and cry myself to sleep. Oh how my pillow was soaked with tears but I didn't care.
"MARCUS! What was that for?" I asked. Marcus laughed. Marcus is eight years old, he still has a lot of learning to do before he realizes he can't stab people with forks! Since Marcus didn't answer my question I tried to reach for another piece. Gladly I didn't get stabbed with a fork but now my hand was covered in spit. Uh... I'd just been spat on!
"MOLLY! Why'd you do that? It's gross!" I asked. I was getting mad. Molly burst into tears. Molly is five years old, she also has a lot to learn before she realizes that she needs to keep her spit to herself!
"Molly... what's wrong dear?" My mother sounded so tired!
"Emilio yell at me!" Molly has such bad grammar! My mother turned to stare at me.
"Emilio!" My Mom was angry. I started to argue back.
"Mom! Marcus stabbed me with a fork and Molly spat on me! I can't take much more of this! I'M NO LONGER HUNGRY!!" Quickly I stood up and the chair hit the hardwood flooring. Dallas and Andrew hated that noise so they started squealing.
"EMILIO! GET BACK HERE AND EAT YOUR BREAKFAST!!" My mom yelled. I'd never heard her yell like that so I just ignored her. I slammed my bedroom door and opened my closet. I pulled out a pair of skinny jeans and a plaid shirt. I walked into the bathroom and opened up the medicine cabinet where the toothpaste was. Suddenly all of my Dads allergy pills scattered all over the floor.
"MOM!" Marcus was standing right at the door, ready to rat on me. I ran at him with rage and pushed him over! I grabbed my backpack before I could get in anymore trouble and sprinted out of the door.
As the yellow school bus approached the corner I began to think of things that could happen. What if everybody makes fun of me? What if I make no friends? Or what if I get run over by the school bus? Hmm... lots of questions. The bus halted to a stop. The doors swung open and that's when the butterflies started flying around in my stomach! As I walked down the isle to find a seat the bus started to move and I lost balance. I fell face first onto the floor. Everyone began to laugh at me. I felt like such a fool! I opened my back-pack and pulled out my favourite book. I felt someones heavy breath on my neck.
"Hey look everyone! It's Nerdy!!" Behind me the boy screamed right in my ear and everyone laughed. I sighed.
As I walked out of the bus someone pushed me down the steps and I fell... face first again. I got up and rubbed my cheeks. Ouch... How could this day get worse? Slowly and nervously I walked into the office.
"Can I help ya dear?" This woman was young, she looked fairly new and she had one headphone in her ear. How rude.
"Well... hmmm.. I'm new here. Can you help me?" The woman looked at me.
"Huh? I didn't hear you darling. Speak up." My body stiffened.
"I'm new here! Can you help me?" She nodded.
"Certainly," She handed me a timetable and a list of all my classes. "This will be your first class." She ended and walked off. Blankly I stared at the sheet. My first class is math... not my best subject I thought. I opened the door and walked towards the stairs.
On third floor I found my class room. My teacher was there. I stood nervously in the doorway. Worriedly thinking what if I make a bad first impretion?
"You must be Emilio Randles. Am I right?" The teacher looked at me. She was also a woman. I coughed to clear my throat. I don't want to choke or anything.
"Er.. yea. You are right." Struggling I forced a smile but it went back to an upside down smile! She smiled back.
As she smiled she told me to sit down and wait for the rest of the class. Silently I sat there. Waiting for others to appear. Tick-tock. I heard the clock, it was pretty loud. I saw some kids arrive. One boy just stood in the doorway and stared at me.
"You again?!" He sounded surprised and fustrated all at the same time."Kid! Your sitting in my spot!"
"Well... the teacher told me... to sit here." I replied with a few stutters here and there.
"I don't care what the teacher said! That's my spot." He just stood there looking like he wanted to punch me.
"Jackson! Sit down." He turned round and stared at the teacher. Oh, how I hate when the teacher tries to stare you down. Like a dog before it attacks. Jackson... if that was his real name, sat down. I could see him staring at me through the corner of his eyes. He looked so evil!
Halfway through the lesson Jackson stood up again. He walked over and pushed me out of my seat. He sat down in it yelling, 'Victory Is Mine!' Oh how I wanted to punch him.
"Ha,ha! Your such a loser! Elmo!" That was the last time someone was ever going to call me that in my life. I stood up at punched him. He fell to the ground, followed by a thump! I was shocked. What did I just do? I grabbed my backpack and ran! I heard the teacher yelling but I just kept on running. Fustrated I kept on running. After a long minute of deciding what I should do, I ran on home.
Opening the door my mother turned around to stare at me.
"Emilio? What are you doing home so early? Especially on your first day of school." She walked over and put her arm around me.
"I got bullied... From the moment I stepped on the bus that stupid Jackson kid, had to bully me!!" Tears started to form and my eyes began to swell up.
"Oh my stars! Emilio I'm so sorry" She pulled me into a hug. Under her arm was my head.
"I punched him Mom.." I burried my head into her arm deeper and her grip got tighter.
"You what Emilio?" Mother sounded so worried.
"I said I punched him mom, he called me Elmo! I promised myself that, that would be the last time someone would say that." I cried. After five long minutes she told me to get some rest. I nodded and walked to my room. Crying I lay on my bed and cry myself to sleep. Oh how my pillow was soaked with tears but I didn't care.
Tuesday, April 13, 2010
Run on Sentences
1. My friend Bob likes to watch Harry Potter because he loves all the magic they perform
2. Dogs can be very cute at times and annoying at other times
3.I knew my friend would like this present I got her because its sparkly
2. Dogs can be very cute at times and annoying at other times
3.I knew my friend would like this present I got her because its sparkly
My Most Embarrasing Moment
Okay.... so this is my most embarrassing moment, it was back when I was living in England. I'm pretty sure I had just started grade two and I was in a completely new school! My Mom had to literally drag me into school.... I was kicking and screaming, since I'd always been scared of starting at a new school. The reason why... was because I didn't make many friends at my other school or if I did, they would all betray me. Anyway... no matter how hard my Mother tried, I still would not go through that door! Now at this time everyone was staring at me... and I felt like a complete fool. I think some kids were laughing at me. I really didn't care, I just wanted to be at my old school with my other friends. Even if they did kind of bully me.... After most people had gone inside a boy came up to my Mother and I. He said his name was Liam... Liam Lloyd. He reassured my Mom that he would stay with me through out the whole day, and make sure I made plenty of friends! My Mom nodded and told me everything would be okay. I gave her a big hug! As I walked into school with Liam, I looked back to wave good-bye... but my Mom had already gone. Liam looked at me.
"You want to be best friends?" He asked. I wasn't sure what to say. I never truly had a best friend... since I realized I couldn't trust anyone! I looked back at him.
"Er... yea! I'd love to be your best friend!!" I was really happy!
"Yea! You're cheeks are red!" Liam pointed out. We laughed! Now that I was happy, he walked me to the teacher and told him who I was. I knew what was coming next... introducing me too the class!! He told everyone to sit down in the Carpet Corner.
"Class...." He began. "We have a new student in the class." He paused and everyone looked in my direction. I turned bright red.
After lunch we had Gym. We ran through an obstacle course. Under bars. Over chairs. It was really fun. My teacher bought out all of the gymnastics equipment. He told us not to jump off of the really high ones. Next thing you know, there's screaming. Because my friend had broken his arm. Although the teacher had specifically told us not to do anything silly!
3o'clock was the time we left school. My Grandma was going to pick me up from school. I couldn't see her car anywhere! This is exactly what I did to look for her. Behind bushes. Beside other cars. I even looked under things! She was NO where to be seen. Quickly, I began to get worried. Everyone in the school had almost gone. Sadly I walked down and sat on the brick wall. While I sat there, a shadow appeared over me and a hand patted my shoulder. Slowly I walked up to see my Grandma! I was SO happy! I asked her where she'd been... she said she just had to stop at the store and get me something nice to eat! After opening my chocolate bar and taking a bite I told her about my new best friend. Smiling, she said that she was happy for me! I gave her great big hug... and we were on our way home!
"You want to be best friends?" He asked. I wasn't sure what to say. I never truly had a best friend... since I realized I couldn't trust anyone! I looked back at him.
"Er... yea! I'd love to be your best friend!!" I was really happy!
"Yea! You're cheeks are red!" Liam pointed out. We laughed! Now that I was happy, he walked me to the teacher and told him who I was. I knew what was coming next... introducing me too the class!! He told everyone to sit down in the Carpet Corner.
"Class...." He began. "We have a new student in the class." He paused and everyone looked in my direction. I turned bright red.
After lunch we had Gym. We ran through an obstacle course. Under bars. Over chairs. It was really fun. My teacher bought out all of the gymnastics equipment. He told us not to jump off of the really high ones. Next thing you know, there's screaming. Because my friend had broken his arm. Although the teacher had specifically told us not to do anything silly!
3o'clock was the time we left school. My Grandma was going to pick me up from school. I couldn't see her car anywhere! This is exactly what I did to look for her. Behind bushes. Beside other cars. I even looked under things! She was NO where to be seen. Quickly, I began to get worried. Everyone in the school had almost gone. Sadly I walked down and sat on the brick wall. While I sat there, a shadow appeared over me and a hand patted my shoulder. Slowly I walked up to see my Grandma! I was SO happy! I asked her where she'd been... she said she just had to stop at the store and get me something nice to eat! After opening my chocolate bar and taking a bite I told her about my new best friend. Smiling, she said that she was happy for me! I gave her great big hug... and we were on our way home!
Friday, April 9, 2010
Sentence Starters
Subject:The Cat played with a ball of string. The stupid boy stared at the sun and became blind.
Prepostional:Over the chair the cat jumped. Behind the clouds the sun shone brightly.
-ly:Clumsily the girl tripped down the stairs. Slowly the turtle won the race.
-ing:Running away from the wolf was hard work. Swimming is fun for dogs and people.
-Clause:Because he was nervous everybody laughed at him. Although she was sad nobody cared.
-VSS:He was tired. It was the end.
-ed:Discovered, the criminal turned himself in. Filled with anger she stormed to her room.
Prepostional:Over the chair the cat jumped. Behind the clouds the sun shone brightly.
-ly:Clumsily the girl tripped down the stairs. Slowly the turtle won the race.
-ing:Running away from the wolf was hard work. Swimming is fun for dogs and people.
-Clause:Because he was nervous everybody laughed at him. Although she was sad nobody cared.
-VSS:He was tired. It was the end.
-ed:Discovered, the criminal turned himself in. Filled with anger she stormed to her room.
Thursday, April 1, 2010
April Fools Day Pranks
It was March 31st and I wanted to pull the best prank ever on my older brother, Ryder. He is the oldest out of us four kids. When Mom and Dad died they put Ryder in charge, I don't think he can handle all the responsibility, that's why he asks me to help. Or maybe instead of pranking Ryder, I could prank Andrew, my second oldest brother. He's probably part responsible with looking after Curtis and I. Curtis is my third oldest brother, while I'm the youngest. I'm not the youngest by far, only a year. Curtis is fifteen, Andrew is sixteen and Ryder is seventeen. This wouldn't be the best idea, but instead of pranking my brothers... I could prank the Socs! My brothers and I are Greasers. Our friends are Greasers too! None of us get along with Socs at all, especially after the last incident. I don't understand why we were all born in one world and people separate it into two! Us Greasers can't walk alone with a group of Socs jumping us, exactly what happened to me! Ryder must of been insane to let me walk alone. Ryder would kill me if I told him this, but I love one of the Socs. I could never prank him. His name is Danny. Being a Greaser and all makes it pretty tough, to love someone in the 'different' world. I'd love to see the day when Danny became a Greaser and told me that he loved me! Except Ryder would probably get our whole gang and beat his head in! I haven't told anyone that secret except for my Best Friend, she's been my friend for as long as I can remember. Lisa! The brighter side of things is that, I'm actually with one of my own 'kind'. Kenickie, but some of us call him Ken. He hates that so we just stick with Kenickie. I love him, but I could never tell him that I liked Danny, otherwise he would be SO mad! His head would probably blow up!! He's been through a lot lately, with his oldest brother dieing in a horrible car accident, along with his parents!
Right now is four in the morning and Ryder has to get up in an hour to go to work, so I'm going to go change his alarm clock to an hour behind.
I tip-toed into Ryder's room. He got Mom and Dad's old room after they died. Except he changed the bed because it smelt too much of Dad and his manly stench. The alarm clock was closest to the door, I stopped in fright because Ryder started to toss and turn. He was probably dreaming of our old puppy, Squeak. The reason we called him Squeak was because everytime he barked, it sounded like he was saying squeak! He stopped tossing and turning. I reached the alarm clock and changed it, so the alarm would sound at exactly 5am so he would get to work at 6 and not 5. (Haha) I quickly ran into my room and fell back to sleep.
The alarm I thought, as I woke up. I heard Ryder scream!!
"VIOLET! ANDREW! CURTIS! GET OUT HERE NOW!" We tiredly walked out into the hallway. "Do ya'll know what time it says on this alarm clock?" He asked with a raised voice. We looked at him.
"Uh, five. Ryder" Andrew answered. Ryder cocked an eyebrow.
"YES! And do ya'll know what time it's supposed to say?" He asked as he raised his voice even higher.
"Um, four?" Curtis replied. Ryder cocked his eyebrow again.
"YES!! NOW I'M GOING TO BE LATE FOR WORK!" Ryder yelled. I looked at him.
"Man, Ryder.... chill! Your not going to be late." I assured him as he pulled out a cigarette.
"I need to go calm down!" He answered as he lit the cigarette, he burnt himself in the process and shook his hand just until the pain blew away. Ten minutes later he was downstairs wearing his blue jeans, looking as mad as ever.
"WHERE'S MY T-SHIRT?!" He yelled. He started stomping up and down the hallway. Curtis, Andrew and I were starting to get slightly frightened of Ryder.
"Um... It's on the back of the chair." Curtis pointed to it. We all laughed!
"THIS ISN'T FUNNY!" Ryder screamed. At this point I burst into laughter.
"APRIL FOOLS!!!!" I shouted in laughter. Ryder stared at me with evil eyes. Andrew elbowed me.
"Don't say anything..." He whispered.
"YOU THINK IS SOME FUNNY IDEA OF AN APRIL FOOLS JOKE... VIOLET?" Ryder asked with an angry tone in his voice. I looked at him with scared puppy eyes.
"Yea, it's hilarious!" I replied as I burst out laughing again. He looked at me again.
"WELL NOW I'M GOING TO BE LATE FOR WORK AND I COULD LOOSE MY JOB!" He yelled.
"Ryder... I'm sorry, I thought it would be funny!" I replied.
"Well sorry doesn't cut it!!" He answered. I started getting mad, and when I get mad I start to burst out the truth!
"I like a Soc!! And Ryder you're the worst big brother ever!!" I bit my lip.
"YOU WHAT?!" Ryder was confused and mad all at the same time.
"DON'T SHOUT AT OUR LIL' SISTER LIKE THAT!!" Curtis shouted! Ryder hit Curtis in the back of the head. Now I was really mad!
"DON'T YOU HIT CURTIS OVER THE HEAD!!!" I screamed as I started hitting Ryder! Ryder began to laugh. I stopped hitting him and looked up at his face.
"What's so funny??" I asked.
"You!" Ryder replied.
"What about me??" I asked again.
"APRIL FOOLS!" Ryder shouted! He hugged me.
"It was an April Fools joke to see ya'll get mad?" I wondered.
"Yea, I know how mad you'd get if ya'll saw me get mad and when you see me sometimes hittin' ya guys you all stick up for each other. Thats true family love! So when I hit Curtis you got really mad, but it wasn't real!" Ryder laughed again. As he hugged me again.
"Oh... I guess that is kinda' funny." I laughed. Andrew and Curtis walked over and joined the hug.
Since it was the weekend, Ryder took a day off of work. He wanted to spend his weekend with his only family he has left, and we wanted to be with him! We went to the movies, had Dairy Queen, and ate blizzards. It was delicious!! Now I'm just so tired, so I think I'll get some sleep! I wonder if Ryder, Curtis and Andrew will remeber this day? Because I know I will!!
Right now is four in the morning and Ryder has to get up in an hour to go to work, so I'm going to go change his alarm clock to an hour behind.
I tip-toed into Ryder's room. He got Mom and Dad's old room after they died. Except he changed the bed because it smelt too much of Dad and his manly stench. The alarm clock was closest to the door, I stopped in fright because Ryder started to toss and turn. He was probably dreaming of our old puppy, Squeak. The reason we called him Squeak was because everytime he barked, it sounded like he was saying squeak! He stopped tossing and turning. I reached the alarm clock and changed it, so the alarm would sound at exactly 5am so he would get to work at 6 and not 5. (Haha) I quickly ran into my room and fell back to sleep.
The alarm I thought, as I woke up. I heard Ryder scream!!
"VIOLET! ANDREW! CURTIS! GET OUT HERE NOW!" We tiredly walked out into the hallway. "Do ya'll know what time it says on this alarm clock?" He asked with a raised voice. We looked at him.
"Uh, five. Ryder" Andrew answered. Ryder cocked an eyebrow.
"YES! And do ya'll know what time it's supposed to say?" He asked as he raised his voice even higher.
"Um, four?" Curtis replied. Ryder cocked his eyebrow again.
"YES!! NOW I'M GOING TO BE LATE FOR WORK!" Ryder yelled. I looked at him.
"Man, Ryder.... chill! Your not going to be late." I assured him as he pulled out a cigarette.
"I need to go calm down!" He answered as he lit the cigarette, he burnt himself in the process and shook his hand just until the pain blew away. Ten minutes later he was downstairs wearing his blue jeans, looking as mad as ever.
"WHERE'S MY T-SHIRT?!" He yelled. He started stomping up and down the hallway. Curtis, Andrew and I were starting to get slightly frightened of Ryder.
"Um... It's on the back of the chair." Curtis pointed to it. We all laughed!
"THIS ISN'T FUNNY!" Ryder screamed. At this point I burst into laughter.
"APRIL FOOLS!!!!" I shouted in laughter. Ryder stared at me with evil eyes. Andrew elbowed me.
"Don't say anything..." He whispered.
"YOU THINK IS SOME FUNNY IDEA OF AN APRIL FOOLS JOKE... VIOLET?" Ryder asked with an angry tone in his voice. I looked at him with scared puppy eyes.
"Yea, it's hilarious!" I replied as I burst out laughing again. He looked at me again.
"WELL NOW I'M GOING TO BE LATE FOR WORK AND I COULD LOOSE MY JOB!" He yelled.
"Ryder... I'm sorry, I thought it would be funny!" I replied.
"Well sorry doesn't cut it!!" He answered. I started getting mad, and when I get mad I start to burst out the truth!
"I like a Soc!! And Ryder you're the worst big brother ever!!" I bit my lip.
"YOU WHAT?!" Ryder was confused and mad all at the same time.
"DON'T SHOUT AT OUR LIL' SISTER LIKE THAT!!" Curtis shouted! Ryder hit Curtis in the back of the head. Now I was really mad!
"DON'T YOU HIT CURTIS OVER THE HEAD!!!" I screamed as I started hitting Ryder! Ryder began to laugh. I stopped hitting him and looked up at his face.
"What's so funny??" I asked.
"You!" Ryder replied.
"What about me??" I asked again.
"APRIL FOOLS!" Ryder shouted! He hugged me.
"It was an April Fools joke to see ya'll get mad?" I wondered.
"Yea, I know how mad you'd get if ya'll saw me get mad and when you see me sometimes hittin' ya guys you all stick up for each other. Thats true family love! So when I hit Curtis you got really mad, but it wasn't real!" Ryder laughed again. As he hugged me again.
"Oh... I guess that is kinda' funny." I laughed. Andrew and Curtis walked over and joined the hug.
Since it was the weekend, Ryder took a day off of work. He wanted to spend his weekend with his only family he has left, and we wanted to be with him! We went to the movies, had Dairy Queen, and ate blizzards. It was delicious!! Now I'm just so tired, so I think I'll get some sleep! I wonder if Ryder, Curtis and Andrew will remeber this day? Because I know I will!!
Tuesday, March 30, 2010
If You Had 1hr Left To Live, What Would You Do?
If I had one hour to live, I would probably go and find everyone that I knew and talk to them all and say my last goodbye's to them!! Starting with family, and ending with GREAT friends! Family is more important to say goodbye to since your related to them, your not related to friends! I would do whatever my friends wanted to do, then go find the next friend... That's probably what I would do in one hour, but sadly I wouldn't have enough time to find all my friends and family! Or I would probably sue the person who made me only have one hour to live, because I would be SO mad!!!!
Wednesday, March 24, 2010
Crazy Knockout
Who's to say Greasers aren't the toughest? People say Socs are the toughest and so they don't really get into much trouble because people know more about them. Then when it comes to Greasers people say things like, "Oh, you guys get put in the slammer all the time and oh, your always carrying around some kind of weapon like a switch!" Well we're tired of people thinking that, sometimes we'd rather be known as the toughest kids around! So this is what happened in my crazy week.
I woke up really early one morning because my eldest brother Ryder was yelling. I sleepily walked into the bathroom and splashed my face with really cold water. My eyes were stinging as I dried my face with the towel. I walked down the stairs and stood by my second oldest brother Andrew.
"Whats up with Ryder?" I whispered. Obviously I hadn't whispered quietly enough, Ryder had heard me.
"I'll tell ya' what's up with me!" He yelled. "Nobody bothers to tell me when we run out of food!!" I smirked.
"Well ya' are the oldest Ryder, and when Mother and Father died they left you in charge. Not any of us, but you!" I answered. Andrew nodded in agreement.
"Yea, Violet's right-" Andrew began but was cut of by Ryder.
"I know they put me in charge but its just too much pressure for me!" He replied with a raised voice. I sort of agreed with him. If I'd been the oldest and in charge of three teenage siblings, I would of probably exploded by now! Ryder stared at me.
"Violet can ya' get dressed and go do some grocery shopping?" He asked. As he raised one eyebrow.
"Why can't you?!" I snapped back. I knew exactly why, I just wanted to see his reaction. I know it seems weird but its funny to watch Ryder get mad!
"I already told you Vi, I hate all this pressure! Can't ya guys just pitch in once in a while?" He snapped back. He looked like he wanted to hit me, but we all knew fully well that if he hit me I would probably book it out of there.
"Fine! I just don't understand why Andrew can't go since he's the second oldest!" That was my final say in this argument. I dramatically stormed out of the room and up the stairs. I pushed open my door and watched it hit the wall. The wall behind my door was loosing paint from the many times that I had just watched the door hit it. I put on my jeans and a t-shirt and quickly brushed my hair and teeth. I walked back downstairs to Ryder. He handed me the money.
"There's fifty bucks there, don't go wasting it on silly little things we don't need! Put on a jacket, you'll freeze!" He snapped again. When would he stop snapping? When he was married and had kids? I don't think so because he'd be snapping at his kids every five minutes!
I walked out of the house and slammed the door behind me, I wasn't really that mad I just wanted some attention. I opened the metal gate and slammed that too! Was I really that mad? I couldn't even tell.
The store was about six blocks away, so it was definitely in walking distance. I thought of taking Ryders motorbike, but I knew if the Socs got a hold of it, Ryder would skin me! So I just left it in the garage. I walked past Paul's Bakery and Jodie's Tattoo Parlor and Bob's Barber! All were weird names. The store was between the imaginary line that seperated the Greasers from the Socs! I walked into the store and started walking down the isle's. After ten minutes I realized that I had got everything I needed, all of the food came together as forty bucks! I had ten bucks left... I wanted to think I could happily give it back to Ryder, but I wasn't too sure.
As I walked down the road, some crazy, idiotic idea popped into my head. I should walk down the long, dangerous alley way, that seperates the Greasers from the Socs. I took one step and felt a force push me back. This meant their was going to be trouble if I walked down there. Who cares, I really don't. As I walked down there I heard voices, male voices. They sounded mad, this is what I heard! 'I wanna go kick some greasy butts! Haha! GREASERS!!' I stopped dead in my tracks, maybe if I slowly walked back they wouldn't hear me. I was so scared that I was shivering, I was shivering SO much that I fell backwards into the trash cans. The Socs turned around and spotted me.
"GREASER!!!" One of them yelled. They pulled out switchblades and one picked up a glass bottle and busted the end on the wall, letting shards of glass fly everywhere! I looked at them. I couldn't show that I was scared or ...or they would attack me, even if I was a girl!
"Ya' better get away from me or ya'll gunna face some trouble!" I stood up feeling rather brave and decided to book it, just as I was running one of them caught up with me and tackled me to the ground.
"Where'd ya' think your goin' Greaser?" The curly headed Soc asked.
"Gettin' away from you! PIG!" I shouted. He looked mad a pulled a switchblade out of his coat pocket. Three other Socs surrounded me, one pinned my arms down while one of the others poured alchol down my throat. So that's what they were doing down here, getting drunk!! That's SO early in the morning! The last Soc punched me in the gut and right in the face. I was gunna be bruised in the morning. The Soc that was pinning my arms down pulled me up and put me in a headlock.
"This is for calling us Pigs, Greaser!!" The curly head Soc answered. The red headed Soc was choking me while I was in the headlock. After a while my eyesight blurred and I passed out.
"Violet? Vi?" Three male voices asked. My eyes slowly fluttered open. I saw all three of my brothers sitting around me. Ryder was cradling me.
"Violet! Your alive!" Ryder cried. I saw tears forming in his eyes. I was shocked, I thought Ryder never cried.... I thought he was tough!!
"Of c-course I'm a-alive." I stuttered. I slowly got up. When I was fully sitting up I hugged Ryder while he was still cradling me.
"Vi, it's my fault that your like this." I shouldn't of let you go on your own!" Ryder had small individual tears fall down his cheeks. Curtis and Andrew joined in the family hug.
"Were gunna go beat those Socs!!" Andrew shouted, as he pulled a switchblade out of his pocket!
"Yea, nobody hurts my baby sister!!" Curtis answered.
Saturday, was the rumble, against us and the Socs. We all walked to the vacant parking lot, and waited for the Socs to arrive. After five long minutes, five cars fulled with Socs arrived. They all jumped out holding busted bottles and Switchblades.
"I thought this was a 'NO WEAPON' fight?" Ryder asked.
"Yea! I thought this was gunna be a fair fight." Andrew answered.
"Well... we changed our minds without consulting with you first!" One of the Socs answered. The fight started when one of the Socs punched me!
After about an hour the fight was finnished and we walked back home! Ryder looked at me.
"Vi, come here." He said as he opened his arms for a hug. I felt really bad, I had the worse headache and I felt bruised and blood was all over my clothing. I fell into Ryder's arms and hugged him. Andrew and Curtis walked over, and the day ended with a big family hug. It was the best way to end my bad day!!
I woke up really early one morning because my eldest brother Ryder was yelling. I sleepily walked into the bathroom and splashed my face with really cold water. My eyes were stinging as I dried my face with the towel. I walked down the stairs and stood by my second oldest brother Andrew.
"Whats up with Ryder?" I whispered. Obviously I hadn't whispered quietly enough, Ryder had heard me.
"I'll tell ya' what's up with me!" He yelled. "Nobody bothers to tell me when we run out of food!!" I smirked.
"Well ya' are the oldest Ryder, and when Mother and Father died they left you in charge. Not any of us, but you!" I answered. Andrew nodded in agreement.
"Yea, Violet's right-" Andrew began but was cut of by Ryder.
"I know they put me in charge but its just too much pressure for me!" He replied with a raised voice. I sort of agreed with him. If I'd been the oldest and in charge of three teenage siblings, I would of probably exploded by now! Ryder stared at me.
"Violet can ya' get dressed and go do some grocery shopping?" He asked. As he raised one eyebrow.
"Why can't you?!" I snapped back. I knew exactly why, I just wanted to see his reaction. I know it seems weird but its funny to watch Ryder get mad!
"I already told you Vi, I hate all this pressure! Can't ya guys just pitch in once in a while?" He snapped back. He looked like he wanted to hit me, but we all knew fully well that if he hit me I would probably book it out of there.
"Fine! I just don't understand why Andrew can't go since he's the second oldest!" That was my final say in this argument. I dramatically stormed out of the room and up the stairs. I pushed open my door and watched it hit the wall. The wall behind my door was loosing paint from the many times that I had just watched the door hit it. I put on my jeans and a t-shirt and quickly brushed my hair and teeth. I walked back downstairs to Ryder. He handed me the money.
"There's fifty bucks there, don't go wasting it on silly little things we don't need! Put on a jacket, you'll freeze!" He snapped again. When would he stop snapping? When he was married and had kids? I don't think so because he'd be snapping at his kids every five minutes!
I walked out of the house and slammed the door behind me, I wasn't really that mad I just wanted some attention. I opened the metal gate and slammed that too! Was I really that mad? I couldn't even tell.
The store was about six blocks away, so it was definitely in walking distance. I thought of taking Ryders motorbike, but I knew if the Socs got a hold of it, Ryder would skin me! So I just left it in the garage. I walked past Paul's Bakery and Jodie's Tattoo Parlor and Bob's Barber! All were weird names. The store was between the imaginary line that seperated the Greasers from the Socs! I walked into the store and started walking down the isle's. After ten minutes I realized that I had got everything I needed, all of the food came together as forty bucks! I had ten bucks left... I wanted to think I could happily give it back to Ryder, but I wasn't too sure.
As I walked down the road, some crazy, idiotic idea popped into my head. I should walk down the long, dangerous alley way, that seperates the Greasers from the Socs. I took one step and felt a force push me back. This meant their was going to be trouble if I walked down there. Who cares, I really don't. As I walked down there I heard voices, male voices. They sounded mad, this is what I heard! 'I wanna go kick some greasy butts! Haha! GREASERS!!' I stopped dead in my tracks, maybe if I slowly walked back they wouldn't hear me. I was so scared that I was shivering, I was shivering SO much that I fell backwards into the trash cans. The Socs turned around and spotted me.
"GREASER!!!" One of them yelled. They pulled out switchblades and one picked up a glass bottle and busted the end on the wall, letting shards of glass fly everywhere! I looked at them. I couldn't show that I was scared or ...or they would attack me, even if I was a girl!
"Ya' better get away from me or ya'll gunna face some trouble!" I stood up feeling rather brave and decided to book it, just as I was running one of them caught up with me and tackled me to the ground.
"Where'd ya' think your goin' Greaser?" The curly headed Soc asked.
"Gettin' away from you! PIG!" I shouted. He looked mad a pulled a switchblade out of his coat pocket. Three other Socs surrounded me, one pinned my arms down while one of the others poured alchol down my throat. So that's what they were doing down here, getting drunk!! That's SO early in the morning! The last Soc punched me in the gut and right in the face. I was gunna be bruised in the morning. The Soc that was pinning my arms down pulled me up and put me in a headlock.
"This is for calling us Pigs, Greaser!!" The curly head Soc answered. The red headed Soc was choking me while I was in the headlock. After a while my eyesight blurred and I passed out.
"Violet? Vi?" Three male voices asked. My eyes slowly fluttered open. I saw all three of my brothers sitting around me. Ryder was cradling me.
"Violet! Your alive!" Ryder cried. I saw tears forming in his eyes. I was shocked, I thought Ryder never cried.... I thought he was tough!!
"Of c-course I'm a-alive." I stuttered. I slowly got up. When I was fully sitting up I hugged Ryder while he was still cradling me.
"Vi, it's my fault that your like this." I shouldn't of let you go on your own!" Ryder had small individual tears fall down his cheeks. Curtis and Andrew joined in the family hug.
"Were gunna go beat those Socs!!" Andrew shouted, as he pulled a switchblade out of his pocket!
"Yea, nobody hurts my baby sister!!" Curtis answered.
Saturday, was the rumble, against us and the Socs. We all walked to the vacant parking lot, and waited for the Socs to arrive. After five long minutes, five cars fulled with Socs arrived. They all jumped out holding busted bottles and Switchblades.
"I thought this was a 'NO WEAPON' fight?" Ryder asked.
"Yea! I thought this was gunna be a fair fight." Andrew answered.
"Well... we changed our minds without consulting with you first!" One of the Socs answered. The fight started when one of the Socs punched me!
After about an hour the fight was finnished and we walked back home! Ryder looked at me.
"Vi, come here." He said as he opened his arms for a hug. I felt really bad, I had the worse headache and I felt bruised and blood was all over my clothing. I fell into Ryder's arms and hugged him. Andrew and Curtis walked over, and the day ended with a big family hug. It was the best way to end my bad day!!
Tuesday, March 2, 2010
Scardey Student
Scardey Student walked down the bright school hallway. He came to the classroom door and opened it to find sharp scissors flying everwhere! He had a fear of scissors, what was he going to do? He decided to walk into the classroom. As he took at least five steps he screamed and ran back out. A pair of scissors had cut some of his precious hair off! Scardey Student thought about this long and hard. Being scared of scissors negatively affects his life in SO many ways. For example, he could never cut paper again, would barely be able to do arts and crafts and lots of other fun stuff!
The next day Scardey Student was next to his friend when he pulled out a pair of scissors, Scaredy Student screamed, "GET IT AWAY!" His friend then exclaimed that scissors were not dangerous, except when you don't use them in the right way. Scardey Student nodded in agreement. He decided make his life better by learning the proper way of using them. After an hour or so he realized that they were harmless tools. Now everday he can cut paper and do arts and crafts without screaming!
The next day Scardey Student was next to his friend when he pulled out a pair of scissors, Scaredy Student screamed, "GET IT AWAY!" His friend then exclaimed that scissors were not dangerous, except when you don't use them in the right way. Scardey Student nodded in agreement. He decided make his life better by learning the proper way of using them. After an hour or so he realized that they were harmless tools. Now everday he can cut paper and do arts and crafts without screaming!
Friday, February 26, 2010
Scardey Student Planning
What is SS afraid of?
Scissors
How does this fear negatively affect their life?
Never wants to use scissors again!
How does SS get rid of this fear?
Learns that their not that dangerous if you hold them the right way.
How does SS improve their life?
Holding the scissors the right way, uses them properly and stays away from people who don't!
Scissors
How does this fear negatively affect their life?
Never wants to use scissors again!
How does SS get rid of this fear?
Learns that their not that dangerous if you hold them the right way.
How does SS improve their life?
Holding the scissors the right way, uses them properly and stays away from people who don't!
Monday, February 22, 2010
My Ideal Spring Break
I'm not too sure what my ideal spring break would be since it's only two weeks at least. Normally I would just like to hang out with friends and have sleepovers or go swimming. I would probably go see my friends in Victoria maybe... I would also look after my puppies. Some ideal spring break that would be. Like last spring break I would mostly hang out with my boyfriend! :p I'd love to jump on trampolines!
If I had to choose somewhere to go other than Canada, I would probably go to England. Even though it's not such a happy place... always rainy. I like it, since my family is there. :) Or I would go to somewhere like Hawaii. If I stayed home and hung with my friends we'd probably make our own versions of movies... I love to do that! Since my favourite movie is The Outsiders... we'd probably make our own version of that... yea! That would be interesting. I guess that would be my ideal Spring Break! I'm not a kind of person that travels ALOT! So i'd be happy staying and hanging with friends! :D
If I had to choose somewhere to go other than Canada, I would probably go to England. Even though it's not such a happy place... always rainy. I like it, since my family is there. :) Or I would go to somewhere like Hawaii. If I stayed home and hung with my friends we'd probably make our own versions of movies... I love to do that! Since my favourite movie is The Outsiders... we'd probably make our own version of that... yea! That would be interesting. I guess that would be my ideal Spring Break! I'm not a kind of person that travels ALOT! So i'd be happy staying and hanging with friends! :D
Monday, February 15, 2010
Time Machine
I woke up and walked slowly out of my room. It felt like I was walking down an incredibly long hallway. It was six o'clock in the morning and my brother already had his music blasting. I recognized the song, Don't Talk To Strangers by Hedley. I knocked on his door and he opened it.
"Turn it down!" I screamed.
"Make me!" He screamed back. I pushed him and walked to his radio and pulled his I-pod out of the docking station. He looked at me with fierce eyes. I ran down the hallway.
"Give it back!"He yelled at me as he grabbed me and put me into a headlock. I bit him.
"Only if you listen to my idea and turn down the music." He raised an eyebrow.
"I'll listen to your idea but I'm not turning the music down." He answered. I looked at him and let go of his I-pod.
"Fine. Here's the idea. We build a Time Machine."I suggested.
"Hey, I remember that when we were five we wanted to build a Time Machine so we could have Bonnie and Jerry back!" I stared at him in surprise.
"Yea, but don't you mean Mom and Dad?" I asked.
"Yea! Anyway lets get to building the Time Machine." He replied happily.
At ten o'clock we rode our bikes to the junk yard. We found lots of pieces of scrap metal, wood, pipes and even a small couch we could put in there. We layed the base of the Time Machine on the floor and put the couch on it. The couch fit perfectly there was just enough room to fit a lever on top of the couch. We rounded the bigger and thinner pieces of metal to make the walls and the roof. In about an hour we were done.
We took a couple steps back to look at our creation. It was beautiful. I'd never seen anything like it, except for in movies.
"Tom? You ready to go to the future?" I asked.
"Um... Molly, who said anything about going to the future. Were going to World War 2!" He answered with an exciting tone.
"Tom! Think about it, if we go to World War 2 we could die out there and never be able to return. If we go to the future we could see how wonderful our lives would become!" I replied with a big smile.
"Molly! Why don't you think for once. If we go to the future we would see how wonderful our lives would be but, we might think their too wonderful and want to stay and that would ruin all of time and space. On the other hand if we go to World War 2 we could learn to fight!" He answered back.
"Tom that's stupid we would still ruin the course of time!" I yelled.
"Molly I know what I'm doing so just SHUT UP!" He yelled back. He put his hand on the lever and started to pull it down. I put my hand up on top of his. He had persuaded me in to doing this so we pulled it down together. There was this terrible squeaking sound and then Tom had disappeared.
"Tom! Where are you? Tom! This isn't funny!" I screamed. The room I was in was shaking. I was terrified! I opened the door, there were people running everywhere women screaming, babies crying and bombs dropping.
"Close the door and get down." Someone said behind me. I squatted down on the floor and turned around.
"Who are you?" I whispered.
"I'm Stefan. You?" He whispered back.
"I'm Molly Hughes. Where am I?" I asked.
"Your in the middle of a war." He exclaimed.
"What?" I trembled. I felt myself go cold.
I woke up half an hour later.
"What happened?" I gasped.
"You fainted but I caught you before you hit your head." He smiled.
"Thank you Stefan." I kissed him. I stopped and smiled. He kissed me back. I think I found the love of my life.
Meanwhile, in the future of 2015.
"Molly? Molly where are you?" Tom cried. He walked everywhere looking for Molly. He walked up to a stranger. Looks like the song Don't Talk To Strangers, didn't make him learn anything.
"Hi. Who are you?" Tom asked.
"I'm Mr. Tom Hughes and this is my wife Daisy Hughes and our three kids, Tim, Donny and Melissa." The young man answered. Tom's mouth drooped open.
"Your me?" Tom asked. The man looked at him.
"What do you mean young boy?" Older Tom asked.
"Long story but, I travelled from the past. Older Tom looked so disturbed he looked like he was going to book it! His wife started backing away while the kids huddled behind her.
"Look, look! I'm not some crazy person honestly! Look, Daisy, look at me!" He grabbed hold of the women. Daisy struggled to get free.
"Daisy! Just look at me or goodness sake!" Tom yelled. Daisy knew he was getting annoyed so she just glanced at him then did a double take. It was the Tom Hughes she knew from school, the Tom Hughes she knew and loved. She smiled. All three kids looked at each other.
"Mommy's lost it hasn't she??" Tim whispered. Tom slapped him over the head.
"No she hasn't!" Tom answered. Married Tom and Daisy looked at each other then replied in unison, "We guess you can stay with this until you want to go home." Daisy hugged younger Tom and then they all walked on home.
During World War 2! Molly was scared out of her skin.
"Stefan, this is not what I wanted! I wanted to see my future except I see this! No! No! No! This is all wrong! Just completely wrong!" She screamed. Stefan gestured for her to calm down.
"Look, Molly. Just calm. Every thing's going to be alright, as long as you trust me." He whispered into my ear. I nodded.
"You trust me don't you?" He asked with a wondering expression.
"I... I think so." I stuttered. Just as I replied there was a big explosion and Stefan leaped out the way. He was too late though a wall had collapsed and it was slowly killing him.
"STEFAN!" I screamed. Tears ran down my face.
"M-Molly?" Stefan stuttered slowly. He was losing his breath.
"I'm here!" I answered. I grabbed his hand and held it tight.
"I-I need to tell you something." Stefan replied with gasps of breath between every word.
"What is it Stefan?" I asked with a worried look on my face. He took one big gasp of breath.
"I... I love you! From the moment you suddenly appeared in this very room. I know you won't be with me anymore but... will you promise to stay with me while I'm in spirit?" He was serious about this.
"I love you too Stefan. I loved you from the moment I saw you as well. Just don't say that though because I will always be with you. I mean we'll always be together and I promise." I cried a bit more. His grasp of his hand on my was loosening. I cried heavily.
"Molly goodbye!" Stefan gave away one last breath.
"Stefan! No! Don't do this to me now!" I screamed and let out a huge wail. Tears just kept flooding down my cheeks. Stefan was gone. I was never going to see him again.
About a week later, Tom and I were back together.
"Tom!" I yelled happily.
"Molly!" Tom yelled back also sounding happy. Tom picked me up and swung me around.
"I missed you, but World War 2 was great. I met a guy called Stefan. Until he died." I almost started to cry again. I put my head on Tom's shoulder.
"I missed you too Molly, but the future was great too. I met my older self and his wife Daisy and their three kids, Tim, Donny and Melissa." Tom smiled and then we both sat on the couch said goodnight and fell fast asleep.
"Turn it down!" I screamed.
"Make me!" He screamed back. I pushed him and walked to his radio and pulled his I-pod out of the docking station. He looked at me with fierce eyes. I ran down the hallway.
"Give it back!"He yelled at me as he grabbed me and put me into a headlock. I bit him.
"Only if you listen to my idea and turn down the music." He raised an eyebrow.
"I'll listen to your idea but I'm not turning the music down." He answered. I looked at him and let go of his I-pod.
"Fine. Here's the idea. We build a Time Machine."I suggested.
"Hey, I remember that when we were five we wanted to build a Time Machine so we could have Bonnie and Jerry back!" I stared at him in surprise.
"Yea, but don't you mean Mom and Dad?" I asked.
"Yea! Anyway lets get to building the Time Machine." He replied happily.
At ten o'clock we rode our bikes to the junk yard. We found lots of pieces of scrap metal, wood, pipes and even a small couch we could put in there. We layed the base of the Time Machine on the floor and put the couch on it. The couch fit perfectly there was just enough room to fit a lever on top of the couch. We rounded the bigger and thinner pieces of metal to make the walls and the roof. In about an hour we were done.
We took a couple steps back to look at our creation. It was beautiful. I'd never seen anything like it, except for in movies.
"Tom? You ready to go to the future?" I asked.
"Um... Molly, who said anything about going to the future. Were going to World War 2!" He answered with an exciting tone.
"Tom! Think about it, if we go to World War 2 we could die out there and never be able to return. If we go to the future we could see how wonderful our lives would become!" I replied with a big smile.
"Molly! Why don't you think for once. If we go to the future we would see how wonderful our lives would be but, we might think their too wonderful and want to stay and that would ruin all of time and space. On the other hand if we go to World War 2 we could learn to fight!" He answered back.
"Tom that's stupid we would still ruin the course of time!" I yelled.
"Molly I know what I'm doing so just SHUT UP!" He yelled back. He put his hand on the lever and started to pull it down. I put my hand up on top of his. He had persuaded me in to doing this so we pulled it down together. There was this terrible squeaking sound and then Tom had disappeared.
"Tom! Where are you? Tom! This isn't funny!" I screamed. The room I was in was shaking. I was terrified! I opened the door, there were people running everywhere women screaming, babies crying and bombs dropping.
"Close the door and get down." Someone said behind me. I squatted down on the floor and turned around.
"Who are you?" I whispered.
"I'm Stefan. You?" He whispered back.
"I'm Molly Hughes. Where am I?" I asked.
"Your in the middle of a war." He exclaimed.
"What?" I trembled. I felt myself go cold.
I woke up half an hour later.
"What happened?" I gasped.
"You fainted but I caught you before you hit your head." He smiled.
"Thank you Stefan." I kissed him. I stopped and smiled. He kissed me back. I think I found the love of my life.
Meanwhile, in the future of 2015.
"Molly? Molly where are you?" Tom cried. He walked everywhere looking for Molly. He walked up to a stranger. Looks like the song Don't Talk To Strangers, didn't make him learn anything.
"Hi. Who are you?" Tom asked.
"I'm Mr. Tom Hughes and this is my wife Daisy Hughes and our three kids, Tim, Donny and Melissa." The young man answered. Tom's mouth drooped open.
"Your me?" Tom asked. The man looked at him.
"What do you mean young boy?" Older Tom asked.
"Long story but, I travelled from the past. Older Tom looked so disturbed he looked like he was going to book it! His wife started backing away while the kids huddled behind her.
"Look, look! I'm not some crazy person honestly! Look, Daisy, look at me!" He grabbed hold of the women. Daisy struggled to get free.
"Daisy! Just look at me or goodness sake!" Tom yelled. Daisy knew he was getting annoyed so she just glanced at him then did a double take. It was the Tom Hughes she knew from school, the Tom Hughes she knew and loved. She smiled. All three kids looked at each other.
"Mommy's lost it hasn't she??" Tim whispered. Tom slapped him over the head.
"No she hasn't!" Tom answered. Married Tom and Daisy looked at each other then replied in unison, "We guess you can stay with this until you want to go home." Daisy hugged younger Tom and then they all walked on home.
During World War 2! Molly was scared out of her skin.
"Stefan, this is not what I wanted! I wanted to see my future except I see this! No! No! No! This is all wrong! Just completely wrong!" She screamed. Stefan gestured for her to calm down.
"Look, Molly. Just calm. Every thing's going to be alright, as long as you trust me." He whispered into my ear. I nodded.
"You trust me don't you?" He asked with a wondering expression.
"I... I think so." I stuttered. Just as I replied there was a big explosion and Stefan leaped out the way. He was too late though a wall had collapsed and it was slowly killing him.
"STEFAN!" I screamed. Tears ran down my face.
"M-Molly?" Stefan stuttered slowly. He was losing his breath.
"I'm here!" I answered. I grabbed his hand and held it tight.
"I-I need to tell you something." Stefan replied with gasps of breath between every word.
"What is it Stefan?" I asked with a worried look on my face. He took one big gasp of breath.
"I... I love you! From the moment you suddenly appeared in this very room. I know you won't be with me anymore but... will you promise to stay with me while I'm in spirit?" He was serious about this.
"I love you too Stefan. I loved you from the moment I saw you as well. Just don't say that though because I will always be with you. I mean we'll always be together and I promise." I cried a bit more. His grasp of his hand on my was loosening. I cried heavily.
"Molly goodbye!" Stefan gave away one last breath.
"Stefan! No! Don't do this to me now!" I screamed and let out a huge wail. Tears just kept flooding down my cheeks. Stefan was gone. I was never going to see him again.
About a week later, Tom and I were back together.
"Tom!" I yelled happily.
"Molly!" Tom yelled back also sounding happy. Tom picked me up and swung me around.
"I missed you, but World War 2 was great. I met a guy called Stefan. Until he died." I almost started to cry again. I put my head on Tom's shoulder.
"I missed you too Molly, but the future was great too. I met my older self and his wife Daisy and their three kids, Tim, Donny and Melissa." Tom smiled and then we both sat on the couch said goodnight and fell fast asleep.
Wednesday, February 3, 2010
Invisible
Have you ever wondered what you'd do if you were invisible? This is what I would do... I would try to haunt and scare people. I think it would be funny. I'd wake up and go to the bathroom, look in the mirror and see nothing. I'd find out that I'm invisible. I would decide to still go to school, so like I normally do I would catch the bus and that's where my scaring begins. I would sit in every seat and bug people by playing with their hair or flicking their ears or making strange noises right beside them. I'd then arrive carrying my bag, which people would think was cursed since it was floating in the air. They'd probably stay far away from it!
At school this is what I would do. Everyone I passed I would walk straight past them but hit their shoulder as I walk, so they would think their hallucinating. Then I'd start playing with the lockers like opening and closing them to make the school seem infested with ghosts. Then when the bell rings for class I would go to my class walk in and slam the door. I'd walk to the light switch and start flickering the lights on and off. Then walk over to the windows and open the blinds and close them too! Then the BIGGEST pet peeve of all, the old nails on a chalkboard or any type of board. That bugs so.... many people. I hate the noise but it would be hilarious to do especially if you were invisible. I'd only tell my friends that I was invisible, some of them I would ask for a hug and then someone would walk past and just stare at them with a blank expression on their face since it would look like they were hugging air. I would laugh though if everytime I ate something you could see it going into your body! Still its a little CREEPY!
That's what I'd do if I were invisible for a day, if I was invisible for a week I would do the same thing everyday! That would definitely convince people that the school was haunted. So if you want to have some FUN like me, you should try being invisible for a day or even a week! :)
At school this is what I would do. Everyone I passed I would walk straight past them but hit their shoulder as I walk, so they would think their hallucinating. Then I'd start playing with the lockers like opening and closing them to make the school seem infested with ghosts. Then when the bell rings for class I would go to my class walk in and slam the door. I'd walk to the light switch and start flickering the lights on and off. Then walk over to the windows and open the blinds and close them too! Then the BIGGEST pet peeve of all, the old nails on a chalkboard or any type of board. That bugs so.... many people. I hate the noise but it would be hilarious to do especially if you were invisible. I'd only tell my friends that I was invisible, some of them I would ask for a hug and then someone would walk past and just stare at them with a blank expression on their face since it would look like they were hugging air. I would laugh though if everytime I ate something you could see it going into your body! Still its a little CREEPY!
That's what I'd do if I were invisible for a day, if I was invisible for a week I would do the same thing everyday! That would definitely convince people that the school was haunted. So if you want to have some FUN like me, you should try being invisible for a day or even a week! :)
Monday, February 1, 2010
When I feel Powerful and When I feel Powerless
One of the only times I feel Powerful is when I'm telling my dogs what to do. We are the master of our pets and the animals we look after. Especially when you have to control two puppies. One being two years old and another being about six months old is crazy. In the mornings, the two year old will wake up and want some piece and quiet and the six month old will wake up and attack her with kisses and acting as if she wants to play! Then if the two year old, Shasta starts growling and getting mad I'll have to step in and grab the six month old, Pepa by the collar and tell her to stop and calm down.
One of the times I feel Powerless is when I'm at home cleaning and I want to sing, so I grab my I-pod and start singing and then next thing I know my sisters telling me to shut up! She hates it when I sing, she thinks I'm really bad but in actual fact I'm really good! It makes me sad when she says I can't sing because shes just jealous. Then I start singing again so she yells at me and I ask her why I can't sing and she comes up with silly reasons like, your giving me a headache or I hate your singing!
One of the times I feel Powerless is when I'm at home cleaning and I want to sing, so I grab my I-pod and start singing and then next thing I know my sisters telling me to shut up! She hates it when I sing, she thinks I'm really bad but in actual fact I'm really good! It makes me sad when she says I can't sing because shes just jealous. Then I start singing again so she yells at me and I ask her why I can't sing and she comes up with silly reasons like, your giving me a headache or I hate your singing!
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