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!!!!

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!!

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!