Sister, Little brother, and Mom
Life is a game that you play. Its a game of ups and downs... But even though life can throw you down on the ground you just need to get back up. When life throws you down just stand back up. See a secret in this game of life is that you don't have to be strong enough to take it down, but instead you just need to be able to stand back up. Always focus on the bright side and take in whats good and throw out the bad. This is my secret to cheating life.
When i went to bed it was all quite then something hit me the i was asleep for 12 years then when i woke up it was all quite not a sound was heard their was no site of any thing i wondered where am i then i weird guy with needles jumped out of the sky and said you are in the underworld you got sent here by your family they did not like you so know you must be burned you're saol called to us and now we brought you here so you must die you are being hated and unloved by you're family now you must be burned.... NO please give me at least one day to prove people love me and if i don’t you can kill me and i will be apart of your army
They're all around us, and i can see them. All our secrets, fears, desires, and much more. They all have a monster following them, keeping these attached to us. Sometimes there are so many loaded on one person, their monsters more brutish. Others carry few, but they are so enormus they weigh the person down to the ground. Some people can rid their selves of these monsters, and shed all the weight. Most are doomed to walk the earth burdened, forever chained to their mosters. I can see it all, and i can help them, set the people free. That is my goal, my purpose for my gift. That is the biggest monster of all.
Mevv, short for Guinivere, loud girl with a strong voice, and a personality to match three people. She HATES her given name. 14. Come to stay with Rosa during the summer. Lives in an orphanage. Last name: Jenkins.
Rosa, a quiet, perfect girl with a quiet voice, shy eyes, and an excellent singing voice. Mevv’s BFF.14. Last name: Martinez.
“When I was very young and the urge to be someplace else was on me, I was assured by mature people that maturity would cure this itch.” Maturity did not cure anything. I am 37 years old and crawling out of my skin, wishing I could leave the place I call home. Is it really home if I hate it here so much? People say hate is a strong word, but so is love. I don’t love this place. I am just familiar with it. That is what I hate the most. I want to see new things and meet new people! I want a new life, where no one knows what happened two summers ago, when I got sad and wanted to die. When I ended up in the hospital because I’m crazy. Crazy? I’m not crazy. I just see reality, while everyone else sees fantasy. I have to leave, you see I must leave. If I don’t leave, I will become one of them and I will tell my future daughter that she doesn’t need to have dreams or a hunger for adventure because once she too is mature enough, she will realize that her hunger, her itch will be gone. When in all reality, that is just not true. You must always crave for something more and wake up every morning with a hunger for adventure because if you do not have that you will starve and when you starve, you die, your creativity will die. Read more »
“This is Relationship Help Hotline, if you would like to talk about your relationship with one of our women representatives, press one, to talk with a man, press two. If you require urgent advice press three.”
They always press three, no matter if it’s urgent or not—they always want to talk, cry, or complain to someone about their relationships and for some reason that always makes it urgent. Yet somehow I get paid for it. Just to talk to them. And that’s what I thought her phone call would be like. I worked the nightshift then, in December. It was twilight, actually, when the phone rang. She sounded like she was young. She was crying. Read more »
You know its real when you have a fight and breakup and think its the end the world. The next day at school you guys make up and tell each other it won't happen again but we all know it will. But thats only because you guys are friends. True friends can't help but make up or fight. If your true friends sharing secrets won't be a problem because you should trust them completly and they should trust you. When true friends come together they can overcome anything. Even the hardest challenges. Friends are like superheroes. They can join together can save people and save them from so much pain if they stick together through anything. True friends learn form each other. From the challenges they've faced. But all the fights, all the difficulties,they don't matter if you can just forget all the bad things and think of the good memorys you've had toghether. It does'nt matter how you express yourself or who you chose to be. All thats matter is that your togehter for forever and always.
She has a secret,
A secret that no one will ever know,
one that she keeps hidden in the depths of her heart.
She guards it with a pistol
A weapon deadly to its target
And is said to be a perfect shot, every time.
Don't even ask her about it,
because her suspicions run high
and she will lock you up for even guessing.
And if you should come too close
To knowing what lies deep within,
your gone, before you can tell a single soul
The secret, the secret, it can help it can protect,
but with that it can destroy and it can demolish as well.
What is the secret, how far will she go to keep it, is it worth risking it all?
Trinity and Jared, getting ready in the bathroom.
Trinity: You have got to be kidding me.
Jared: No, I haven’t. The point of you coming here is to make a fresh start and be able to lead a safe, normal life and make something of yourself. How can you do that without ever attending secondary school? Read more »
Amanda Wilson and Jared Taylor sitting in an outdoor cafe.
Amanda: I care about you, Jared. I really do, but I don’t feel like you’re at a place in your life where you can help me raise Sophie. I need to think about what’s best for her. I’m sorry. Goodbye. Stands up and leaves. Read more »
O: Hi, what are you watching?
R: Hey, I am watching my favorite show.
O: Eww, I don't like this stupid show. Why are you watching this show?
R: It's my favorite...
O: well.... I don't like this show, I am going to change the channel..
R: FINE... watch whatever you want.. I am going to the kitchen to eat something.
O: Now I want my potato chips... OMG, where are my potato chips?
R: I don't know.. Read more »
On my vacation I went to Busch Garden. We were going to ride on all the roller coasters but I don't really like roller coasters ,so I didn't really want to go . The roller coaster was called the Sherika . I was not prepared to go three hundred feet in the air on a ride. When I got on, I closed my eyes and hoped nothing would happen.
When it started to move, I got scared . I could feel us going up. I felt the roller coaster come to a stop, so I thought the ride was over. When I opened my eyes to take a look, my heart stopped. I was hanging over a three hundred foot drop staring straight at the ground! Before I could even scream, it dropped and we were flying towards the ground. The wind was blowing my hair all around. We went upside down and through some water that soaked my legs. Then we went back around to the start. I was so scared when I got off, the ride I felt my heart; it was racing. I was glad the ride was over but it was my favorite part of my whole vacation because once the ride was really over, I wasn't so scared after all. It was actually really fun.
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Life, The Pursuit of Happiness
By Ella Lubell
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Often I tune out of the world to just ignore the one thing that bugs me in life. But often tuning out really doesn't work with people in the 21 St century. Which you can never ever get out of the flow because they drag you in and then don't want you because they used you for something and now they don't need you anymore so they throw you out onto the street just like your nothing which in this case you are a nothing. But the funny thing is people pretend to be your friend and then..... as I had told you throw you onto the street like your a nothing. But that's classic middle school for you the practical girls but nothing ever seems to go right but I promise it will get better as time goes by you will notice a change in the way people are. But the classic person in middle school must be that self centered snob that loves you one minute and hates you the next....
(Viola and Octavia are talking after church)
Octavia: Liberty, Mississippi. The farthest place from freedom there is. Read more »
Loki, Friend to Lolita, Assassin, 25 Read more »
Cola lay on the cold floor, snuggled up against her older sister, Vonneta, and her younger sister, Lil.
Cola was short for Colinia, a made-up name her mother had dreamt up while she was pregnant. Despite the resemblance of the name Cola and the name Colinia, the reason everybody called her that was because of an incident that happened when Cola was little.
Because Cola was black, she was sold to an old man that owned a very rich plantation in the South. Cola screamed and kicked when she, as well as Vonneta and Lil, were thrown in the back of a wagon, chained and scared. Cola cried for the whole ride, missing her Mom and Dad. Cola's old plantation master, Mr. Uber, refused to sell Cola's Mom and Dad to the strange man, as they were his best workers.
Hey you! Why are you using me? Clean me! No one touch me anymore! Log me off and shut me down!
I looked angry and said, “I won’t clean you up and you are going to do my work and I am never going to shut you down. Understand me Mr.?”
The computer starts to cry. “Please, please I am so tired of people, like Mrs. Gendimenico, touching me.”
I said, “Not today mister, I have to type my paper for Mr. Boyers. Mr. Boyers gives me too much homework. I need you to do all of this for me.”
“You guys do not treat me well. People don’t clean me, they look up bad stuff, and my speakers hurt from all of the terrible music you listen to.”
“I listen to good music,” I said.
“Oh please. You listen to bad rap music and music by Lil’ Wayne. The only music you listen to that I like is African Tanzanian songs.”
“You SHUT UP,” I screamed. “I have too much work due to have you complain.”
“Ok, you win, I will do everything you want, but don’t put your dirty hands on me after I finish your work.”
So, the computer did all of the work that Tumba wanted, and when it was done the computer blew itself up. Tumba never treated a computer badly again. He learned his lesson.
All I ask for is to be left alone. I wish to get away and stay away from everyone, I don't enjoy compaine much anymore, being alone is quite soothing actualy. Why me? Why did this have to happen to me? I would constantly ask myself... Everytime someone aproched me with the topic , it only reminded me of that day... I'm tired of everyone being sorry for me, why? Why must people make the asumption that they need to feel sorry for you when your in a wheel chair, why?! I wanna be left alone, thats all I want, thats all I ask for, why can't anyone just respect my wishes? Just because I sit in this chair, doesnt make me any less a person than you. It makes me so angry at times, people look down apone me, no not because I'm forced in my seat, several feet shorter than you, but because of my handy cap. Read more »
I like minecraft because it’s fun
Happy wheels because it’s gruesome
You tube videos because it’s entertaining
Making you tube videos because it’s fun
Toby games he’s funny
Captain Sparkles is awesome
Ant venom parkor king
Roster teeth comedians
Seananners minecraft player
Twitters follow famous people
Facebook all my friends
Miniclip too many games
Lie8983 that’s me
Notch invented minecraft
Noochm super funny
Machinima help minecraft players
Pewdiepie awesome voice
Minecraft texture packs look cool
Reading is fun
Happy wheels gory
Spartan race hard
I like Apple iPod because of apps
I like Ipads so big
I like MacBook’s MINECRAFT
I like Jeb minecraft code man
I like making parkor maps for minecraft because I’m good at it
I like MONEY to buy minecraft stuff
I like the store staples computers
I like books for passing time
I like drawing big pictures
I like snow men for kicking
I like snow forts to have snowball fights
I like hockey CHECKING
I like liking stuff so fun
I like video games time wasting
I like call of duty so gun related
I like math so many words
I like chudson123 my friend
I like minecraft hunger games servers for killing
I like movies for fun Read more »
The flight of the birds.
Bowing to the clouds,
curling the wind
under their silent wings.
A soft waltz
A secret message,
decoded by the patterns
of a thousand
living hearts. Read more »
In the dark hallway a young girl could hear the echoes of long gone footsteps. Glancing around she saw no one, nothing but the grotesque shadows caused by the fading light could be seen. But still the footsteps came and went. The girl shuddered. She could feel the eyes of hundreds of invisible people watching her. All at once the sensation was gone, leaving only the continually growing sound of footsteps coming closer. She tried to move, but found she couldn't, as though tied up in a surcingle. She tried to scream out, but sound became impossible for her. She swooned with the effort, and fell writhing in agony on the cold stone floor. Dead hands wound around her body.
Upon waking she found herself in a much different setting, yet still similar enough to remind her of the dark hallway in which her unfortunate circumstances had taken place. She was laying on top of what appeared to her a large stone slab with several markings, but to seeking eyes was no more than a large tombstone. Again she tried to move, but to no avail. She was condemned to lie there until someone came to move her. She lay there for hours, unable to move, only left to wait for the return of footsteps. They came none too soon, for the girl was barely capable of conscience thought. She could scarcely create any resistance to the dead hands around her as they carried her away through the dark passageways, so dense was her haze of despair. Read more »
Something I wish someone told me when I was five would be to watch out for drama in middle school. I wish someone would have told me this because all the drama right now is Ridiculous. There is no point for drama. It just makes the world more Complicated and more people become enemys. I strongly dislike drama. It makes people feel bad and It worries people. Drama Includes Rumors. Some times drama turns into bulling. Nobody likes to be bullied or pushed around because drama got so bad it turned into bulling. I have got pulled into drama situations and it got bad. I learned to stay away from it. It's best to stay away from it. You don't wanna get to close to people that have a lot of drama in their life because your probably going to get pulled into bad situations. I just wish someone would have told me middle/high school drama is horrible. That's what I wish that someone would have told me when I was five years old.
Once apon a time there was a pink fluffy unicorn dancing on rainbows, named Jeffrey. Jeffrey was dancing on rainbows on his way to school. As Jeffrey was dancing an evil wizard came and took Jeffrey.
Jeffrey started screaming, "YOU MEANY LET ME GO!"
The evil wizard took Jeffrey to his castle up on the evil mountain. The evil wizard put Jeffrey in a jail cell, Jeffrey stood up on his hind legs.
HE SCREAMED " LET ME OUT!"
The Evil Wizard left the room in a very awkward walk. Jeffrey was left alone in his jail cell, he didn't have any toys to play with. Jeffrey was depressed because he was going to do a play in school. After a couple hours the Evil wizard came back with some food.
I was sitting in a chair one day when I looked over my shoulder. I didnt see anything weird. I had heard something. Something odd. LIke almost breathing. Impossible. I live by myself. I heard it again. I looked around. Nothing. I couldn't get this breathing out of my head. It was constant. Was it me? Was i being stupid and not even considering that maybe it's me. I held my breath to see if it was still there. Definately not me. Out of nowhere my kitchen table stood up and walking over to me. I ran upstairs and flopped into my bed hoping it was all a dream. I took a short nap. I woke up, looked over, and saw my kitchen table sitting there staring at me like i did something wrong. It started to speak. This was too much for me. I told it to stop talking and go away. It stood there, and said in return, "Shut up. You loser. I am Spartagus. You must obey me. For you have made me suffer day after day. Putting extra weight and food on me! Spilling your stupid milkshakes all over me. I WILL GET YOU!!!" I couldn't think of a comeback, and if I did, I couldn't say it, for my own kitchen table is now thicker, with me inside of it.