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Murder

            Once upon a time, there was a big house in the jungle in Amazon forest. Every night the light was on in the house and people talking. Villagers who were near the house didn’t dare to stay or go inside. The scary thing about the house was that there was a family murdered in this house at night time and the three ghosts were staying at that house.

            A rich man Johnny and a beautiful lady Bonnie were living with their child in the house for a long time. Johnny was a thin, tall, good looking man. He was a hard worker, rich, respectful and polite person. He fell in love with a beautiful woman Bonnie at work. Bonnie was a thin, short and polite woman. Johnny’s life became more delightful with his new love. He married   her on November 21, 1973. They spent their life in jungle in Amazon and they had a child named William. Their life was a line of happy days. Johnny was also very successful in a role of a leader of his company. He enjoyed the family and professional life.

            William grew up to be a good looking guy and helped his father at work and his mother at home. He was a hard worker like his father and he worked late. Bonnie would always keep the light on until her son came back home from work. William has never drunk or smoked and wasn’t interested in women. Read more »

Words

Words are priceless. Creative and strong. Think about words. Why? Why? Why? Why do we speak these non-melodic songs? Why do we read these words, it’s like they came out of the sky. Who invented the unknown species of words? Think about it longer, until your mind goes blank. Millions of questions must form in your head, don’t know where they’re going, not being led. This is my question that will last a long time,until someone thinks, one word at a time. Words. Words. Words.

I have an obsession with cats. I am a normal middle school girl, I only own 1 cat. Still, I have had many cats before but this one stands out. Her name is Snooki, not a good name but it's cute. Her glossy coat which smells always like something sweet.

If I had three wishes one thing I’d wish for is happiness because happiness is what I think life is all about. I’d also wish for peace with myself, because I think it’s important to be at peace with yourself before you can have the confidence to face the world. The final thing that I would wish for is to find my soul mate before I die; as cheesy as that may sound I think that finding your second half contributes to lifelong happiness.

THE DAY I FAILED MY DRIVERS PERMIT TEST AND THE DAY I PASSED

        On April 18, 2013 my father carried me to the DMV office in Montpellier to do my permit test. I was soo nervous. When I entered the building we first got some papers to fill out before it was my test. I never knew how to use the computer one so I did the test on paper. While I was in the room doing my test I was biting my fingernails and rocking the chair because I was really nervous. While doing the test I noticed that I was making some really dangerous error. Minutes after I was at the end page I got some question on bicycles which I never study so I just had to guest answers and that ended it. I came out of the test room and handed the lady at the desk the paper, when I handed her the paper I notice that I was getting some wrong. I then asked her if I failed and she reply saying, “I don’t know as yet”. I notice that I failed because the book said you can only have 16 or more correct answer to pass not less. When she handed me the paper I noticed I failL, I was afraid to show the paper to my father because I knew he would argue. We then went home. When I reached home I started reading my drivers manual again because my father said he would set a next appointment for me to do the drivers test. Read more »

I wish I had my own cultural restaurants so, I can make food and money. I also wish I had my own orphanage. The restaurant will be near a promontory. If the weather is hot, the customers could go swimming first, and then come to my beautiful restaurant, relax and enjoy the repast. The orphanage is a block away from the restaurant. With the money I get, I can help ragamuffin children from all over the world, who live on the streets, and don't have anything to eat, or a place to sleep because their parents are dead. Sometimes kids are sensitive talking about such a macabresubject. I would like to help poor kids and help them with their dreams. Read more »

I don’t go on very many vacations. Hardly any, in fact. But if I could go anywhere I wanted, this is where I would go......

I would go where I can control the weather. Make it anything I want it to be. Some days, it would be bright and beautiful, the blue sky filled with puffy clouds and birds flying overhead, filling the air with their song. Some days it would be a vicious downpour, with rain splattering so hard on the rocks and the roof, that it bounces off the surface and jumps a foot in the air. The sky would be a dark, dreary gray, with the low boom of thunder echoing through the wind. Read more »

The city lights, illuminate the warm spring night. I feel a rush being in an unknown place. The journey has just begun.Every where I turn,is a new adventure calling my name. This is the ultimate experience. I am so grateful that I am here. The mid April sun is setting, and right before my eyes a burst of pink,orange and red intrudes the sky. A smile emerges on my face. For now I am free. I have no cares or troubles on my mind. My eyes meet a young boys eyes, his milk chocolate irises are reflecting the small traces of sun still in the sky.His jet black hair is jelled and spiked. He has a soccer jersey on, with the name Totti on it and a number 10. I feel a sense of pride because I know Totti is a player for Roma an Italian soccer club. I for one have never been a huge sports fan. He smiles at me then two girls who I presumed were his older sisters yell "Gianni" and motion him to come. The young boy bolts over to the two older girls. I continue on the street. Every step I take I see another store,another restaurant etc. Usually, my two younger brothers wanting to enter every soccer related  store imaginable would drive me insane. Today, I'm in a state of zen. I am in my own world, and nothing anyone says or does can bring me down. I feel as if I am on top of the world. We walk into a resturant and are serenaded by a talented musician,with his guitar and voice. He starts to sing "Paradise" by Coldplay,and I smile, I truly am in paradise.

What my life would be like without a cellphone, torture. I would not be able to get around anywhere or do anything. My friends would make so much fun of me. And guess what? My cell phone broke. My mom and dad said that they would not be able to get a new one today. So I would have to survive without one. What would i do world?!?!?!?! My parents ended up running into my room and yelling, "You Forgot To Set Your Alarm!!" Snap! That is usually what my phone is for. I slid down my stairs railing and gulped down as fast as i could. Right as I took my first step I realized that was not a smart idea. "I feel so sick!" Then to make my day better my parents could not drive me to school because they had to scramble to work. Perfect, a 2 mile "Run" to school. Now i will definitely be very late. I ran as fast as my legs could carry me. I must have been breaking world records on how slow I was. 45 minutes later, i arrived. The teachers were not too happy I was late and I missed a little bit of 2nd period. Then i realized a big mistake. All of my school work was on my phone and I did not back it up!!!! So i had nothing to hand to my teachers.This day is getting better and better... They said I had to give it to them by the end of the week. Today was thursday. I am going to be very busy. For the rest of the day I was in a horrible mood. The whole day felt like a year. When I got home I got right on my work. Then a thought hit me like a bullet train. I relied on my phone completely. I decided I had to be a little bit less "Tech Savvy." This day has made me realize a few things. Read more »

        On my way to school today I dropped my phone getting off the bus and it broke.  This started a day off things going wrong.  The second I walked in the door of the school I realized I left my home work from the day before on the kitchen counter.  It was already late by one day, so I began to reach for my phone but, then i realized it was broken and did not work. ”BONG” the school bell echoed across the lobby.  My chances of borrowing someone phone were suddenly reduced to zero and I realized I would just have to go to class without it.  Unluckily my class that needed the homework was first period and after morning meeting I went straight to the period without it.  Of course it was the strictest teacher in the school and when I told her she just screamed”DETENTION!!”.

        So the rest of the day went on without a hitch and soon the end of schools was nearing.  That is when i realized my problem.  I had no way of contacting my mom that I was going to need a ride.  My teacher had a phone but, she was probably just going to get annoyed and tell me no and that is was my problem.  The office would be closed by the end of detention and it suddenly occurred to me that I would probably be walking home. Read more »

The unknown is something you are not familiar with, something you don’t know how to protect yourself against, and it is something that fuels your imagination. It will suck the strength out of you, along with your courage, turning you into a coward. It will let you abandon things you like if there is danger down the road, turning you into a new person who is easily intimidated, forcing you to visualize what-ifs. What if I’m in a plane crash? What if I’m alone? What if I won’t be strong enough? Unless you control yourself and be audacious enough to dive in headfirst, the unknown will change you. But you can’t let it change you, you have to be the one to change yourself, to fight back against the unknown.

Nightmares in Her Head

If I could get some feed back from anyone patient enough to read this, that'd be great. I'm writing this for class and I'm too impatient to get feedback from fellow classmates. Thanks! Read more »

The bus pulled to a stop, and the bottom of the doors brushed across the steps as they opened. 

   "Cannery Village-ers!" the bus driver hollered loudly so the back of the bus could hear. I hopped up from my seat with Madeline, and slung my backpack over my shoulder. 

   "Bye, Madie."

   "Bye." 

   I wobbled down the steep steps and onto the sidewalk, careful not to step on any of the cracks. Superstitions. I noted that I was passing Agnes's house----I hoped she wouldn't see me, so I broke into a quick jog. I guess this is good excersise, I thought. I was eager to get home for no reason in preticular, but before I knew it, I was on the front door step. 

   "I'm home!" I hollered after hanging my bookbag up on the wall. 

   "Hi, May," said my Mother from the kitchen. I hated that nickname, but it was a habit. If I gave her a glare she knew she was supposed to try to break that habit. "Agnes just called. She's coming over, kay?" 

I moaned under my breath, and trying not to sound suspicious, I muttered, "OK." I walked into the kitchen to get a snack, and I opened up the fridge to grab a yogurt container. I opened a drawer for a spoon and peeled off the lid, eating the stuff like a zombie. Today had been a long day; I was tired. 

   Ding, dong! The doorbelle rang. Ugh, I thought. 

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    One of my favorite things about Vermont is most of our food is local. Local food must come from some garden or farm where you live. My favorite way to get local food is to grow a garden. My garden consists of a lot of tomatoes, kale, lettuce and broccoli.My family also does compost. Any leftover fruit and vegtables and also compostable plates and napkins can go in the compost. I also have chickens.Chickens are a good way to get local eggs. It's a lot of work to raise chickens. Every night in the fall and winter, you have to lock them up in a roost. Also in the morning, you have to change their water. If I give my chickens food, water and shelter, I know that they will give me eggs and entertainmet!  My favorite food to make out of my eggs is dutch baby.If you don't know what dutch baby is here's a recipe to try:

Dutch Baby

Preheat your oven to 425 degrees, put 3 TBSP butter in a casserole dish and let the butter melt in the oven while it heats up. 

In a large bowl, mix: 4 eggs, 1 c. flour, 1 c. milk and a pinch each of salt and nutmeg.

Pour into hot dish with the melted butter and bake for 20 minutes.

Sprinkle with powdered sugar and eat with maple syrup or lemon juice!

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I don't like sushi.  It is disgusting.  I don't like sushi because it is made out of raw fish, and I hate fish.  I don't know how people can eat it from gas stations and supermarkets because it is mushy and swishy and it is not fresh.  I also do not like chicken pot pie because it has vegetables and meat all mixed together and I don't like vegetables and I don't like things mixed together.  I don't know how people can eat this too.

Oh no, I dropped my phone. I don't have enough money to buy a new phone. What should I do? What if someone important calls? This is my first day without a phone. Everyone with a phone is rubbing it in my face.

I strongly dislike people who bond children to labor. They take advantage of them by making them work all day with no breaks, and they don’t even pay them if the children’s families have a debt to pay off. All the money the children make for whatever they’re doing, goes to their master. They are malnourished and only get enough water to survive. They’re in dirty conditions, and almost never have a chance to wash off. The masters will punish the children by hitting them with a whip, or locking them up somewhere for 1 or more days without water or food. If they do bad work, the masters might not feed them for a day or give them any water. The people who do this, separate children from their family for sometimes a lifetime. The children never get to experience freedom, or even fun. Some children go without hope for their entire life. I don’t understand why people do this, and even if they don’t have any other option whatsoever, why they don’t pay the children the same thing they would pay adults, and with health care benefits. I hope that in my life I won’t turn into one of these people because I don’t want to exploit children like they do.

I strongly dislike people who bond children to labor. They take advantage of them by making them work all day with no breaks, and they don’t even pay them if the children’s families have a debt to pay off. All the money the children make for whatever they’re doing, goes to their master. They are malnourished and only get enough water to survive. They’re in dirty conditions, and almost never have a chance to wash off. The masters will punish the children by hitting them with a whip, or locking them up somewhere for 1 or more days without water or food. If they do bad work, the masters might not feed them for a day or give them any water. The people who do this, separate children from their family for sometimes a lifetime. The children never get to experience freedom, or even fun. Some children go without hope for their entire life. I don’t understand why people do this, and even if they don’t have any other option whatsoever, why they don’t pay the children the same thing they would pay adults, and with health care benefits. I hope that in my life I won’t turn into one of these people because I don’t want to exploit children like they do.

I dislike lazy people. People who aren’t willing to work hard and sit around doing nothing. I guess that includes procrastination but I won’t be focusing on that. Why aren’t they willing to? If our society is to be as perfect as it can be, everyone needs to contribute. It can’t just be one or two people working their butts off and everyone else reluctantly following them. It just can’t be if we want things to work. Even evil villains actually try. They spend time plotting and doing research on their weapons or the location of their attack. It disgusts me how some people pretend that they’re hurt or injured just to receive unemployment benefits from the government. This is one, dishonest and two, shows just how lazy people are. I wonder if they’re satisfied, if they ever feel guilty about what they’re doing.

                                                                           Chapter One: The Kid

It came. The kid came. The stupid foster kid came. He came with a teddy bear. Nothing more. Why did my mom do this to me?! I was perfectly fine being alone! I didn't NEED a brother! Now that's ALL gone! Playing "warrior" with my dog, having my own little adventures in the woods! it's ALL gone! My mom wants me to get to know this kid, but I don't want to!

Not done yet... will be continued soon!

I didn't do my homework....DEAD!

Lots of people call it comfort food,but I call it death in a pot. As long as I can remember I have NEVER liked baked beans. No matter who makes it, when they make it etc. I DO NOT LIKE BAKED BEANS. To make matters worse my mom always says you liked them as a baby blah blah blah... Firstly how can you determine that I liked them as an infant. Yes sometimes babies refuse food but it's all mush anyway. Just mix it with applesauce and everything is better right? Wrong. If that's not enough she then gives me the whole, "you're so picky" talk. When I am not picky I will eat practically anything except baked beans and being that I am vegetarian, meat. We've all heard the beans beans the magical fruit song well I've got my own  melody I'd like to try. Beans Beans they taste obscene, icky,gooey do I look green? Mix them mash them with whatever you like they will never satisfy my appetite.  

            Stories, roads, songs, rainstorms, relationships, and many other things eventually come to an end. The only thing that seems to outlast time is time itself. There will always be another story to be a told, another game to be played, and another generation to come. There is always a tomorrow.

            For some, the end does not come soon enough. For students who stare at the clock in math class, or office employees who impatiently wait for their long day of work to come to an end, time seems to slowly lag on. They ask themselves when it will all end. The truth is that it’s not the end that they are craving, instead, they are just looking for a change. People who want the end to come are people who wish to leave, take a break, or go in another direction. A change is the only thing that can make those things happen. Read more »

My Life: The Turn Around Life

                My life has been full of struggles. There have been a lot of good times in my life. I have made decisions I have regret and choices I have not regretted. In life we need to set goals, have good friends, and love your family.

            My name is Benjamin Joseph Charette. I am 15 years old. I was born April, 5, 1997 in Springfield Vermont. I am adopted so I don’t know where my birth family comes from. I don’t know my family origins either. I would like to know. But I do know some about my history of my adopted family.

            First I will talk about my siblings and parents. I have three sisters Linda, Kerri, and Katie. Linda is my adopted sister.  She is 35 and has two boys Brandon and Cameron. Kerri is my birth sister; she has two very cute girls Trinity and Alexis. Katie is my other birth sister. She is younger than me. I have two adopted brothers Michael and Justin. Michael is my dad’s step son but I consider him a brother. He is 30.  Justin is 15. He can be very annoying. 

            My parent’s names are Joe and Linda.  They are good parents even know we get in fights. I know they love me very much and I am very glad they adopted me. My mom comes from a very large family. Read more »

My Life: The Turn Around Life

                My life has been full of struggles. There have been a lot of good times in my life. I have made decisions I have regret and choices I have not regretted. In life we need to set goals, have good friends, and love your family.

            My name is Benjamin Joseph Charette. I am 15 years old. I was born April, 5, 1997 in Springfield Vermont. I am adopted so I don’t know where my birth family comes from. I don’t know my family origins either. I would like to know. But I do know some about my history of my adopted family.

            First I will talk about my siblings and parents. I have three sisters Linda, Kerri, and Katie. Linda is my adopted sister.  She is 35 and has two boys Brandon and Cameron. Kerri is my birth sister; she has two very cute girls Trinity and Alexis. Katie is my other birth sister. She is younger than me. I have two adopted brothers Michael and Justin. Michael is my dad’s step son but I consider him a brother. He is 30.  Justin is 15. He can be very annoying. 

            My parent’s names are Joe and Linda.  They are good parents even know we get in fights. I know they love me very much and I am very glad they adopted me. My mom comes from a very large family. Read more »

The world is a place of wonder. Filled with creatures of every size and strength and skill. Humans are but one species in this gigantic melting pot we call Earth. Humans are not the main ingredient, but merely a spice that adds something unique to this world, so why do we act like it's ours for the taking? At a turning point in human history, humans went from hunter-gatherer nomads to static civilizations. This transition led to new technologies ranging from primitive tools, to agriculture,  to modern day super-computers and atom smashers. So, an increase in technology, an increase in power, and an increase in human understanding. It sounds great and all, but there is a cost that is even greater. It has put current generations in an extremely difficult situation. Difficult, however, does not mean impossible. Read more »

                          On July 14 I went to bed as a 13 year old.  The next day I woke up and I was 35.  I arose from my small bed and looked around.  I saw my little TV and my Conan DVD's.  I also saw my clothes scattered around the room like a wasteland.  I had about a million dirty clothes just laying around.  I popped out of bed and brushed my teeth.  As I managed to put on some decent looking clothes on, I also saw my dog who was in bad need of a bath.  I walked down my stairs to my little apartment in downtown Boston.  I flopped on my couch which at this point had no cushining.  I looked at the time, 7:00am.  I could hear the city sounds engulfing my ears.  I lived prettey high up in a brick building.  My living room was small but easy enough.  The walls were kinda rattey but agian got the job done and was good enough for me and my roommate.  My job is a sports anaylist for the Boston Globe.  I put on my suit and tie and got in my old Toyota.  As I went of to work, I realized this was gonna be my life for a while.  

With my feet deep in the white, wet sand, I gaze out at the endless blue world before me. The salty breeze hits my face, and the sound of the never ending beat and whoosh of the water tumbling over, crashing, and retreating fills my ears.  My eyes dart down to the dip where the waves crash, the many beautiful shells in it moving so quickly I can only catch a glance of them. Finally, I see a curved, triangular-like shape, and I plunge my hand in and grab like an osprey diving to catch a fish. I pull it out, noticing the brown speckles on the white shell that feels smooth against my now wet hands. Read more »