drama/play

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

Characters: Read more »

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....

Scene One

(Viola and Octavia are talking after church)

Octavia: Liberty, Mississippi. The farthest place from freedom there is. Read more »

Characters:

Active

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. 

COMPUTER

Hey you! Why are you using me? Clean me! No one touch me anymore! Log me off and shut me down!

TUMBA

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.”

“Whatever.”

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…

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

Smosh funny

Skydoesminecraft BUDDER

Minecraft texture packs look cool

Reading is fun

Happy wheels gory

Spartan race hard

Computers fun

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

of nature.

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. 

"I'm glad we're having this meeting Mr. Alberts, it really is about time we've settled this matter of ours."

"W-What do you mean?"

"Hah, 'What I do mean', he says. You truly are quite the character Mr. Alberts, I'll give you that."

"I-I told you to stay away last time, I told you I don't want in on any part of this. Why are you back?"

"Because, Mr. Alberts, you never answered my question. I need not remind you, Mr. Alberts, that there a no wrong answers. You are free to answer however you wish."

"B-But I a-already t-t-told you."

"It wasn't enough Mr. Alberts. They demand more sacrifice. This is no trivial matter."

"I c-c-can't go any farther! I w-w-won't. Y-you can't m-m-m-make me!"

"Please put down the gun Mr. Alberts, I should hope that this discussion will remain civil."

"Y-you have no r-r-right to demand this of me! I a-a-am a f-f-free man!"

"Oh but we do, Mr. Alberts, we most certainly do. And you know it. I can see the naked truth in your eyes. It begs to be released Mr. Alberts. Begs to be brought into the world in all its raw beauty. So please, Mr. Alberts, answer the question. For your sake."

"A-a-and if I a-a-answer, you'll g-g-go away f-f-forever?

"That depends on the nature of your answer, Mr. Alberts. I, as you well know, can not promise anything." Read more »

I am the master of my craft.

I know all the tricks of the trade.

There was not a word reverser in the land that was more skilled than I.

While I plied my trade I was the richest beggar in the land,

no homeless man could boast more wealth than I.

But it was not meant to last.

No, eventually evil seeps into the hearts of men,

as powerful a corrupting force as a chest of diamonds.

It causes them to commit horrible and horrendous crimes,

all in the pursuit of some petty revenge,

like they think they actually deserve to be justly rewarded.

One day, not too long ago, it happened.

I was in a village not too far from a major trade route,

the raucous market bursting with merchants of every sort.

I had scoped out an area by a book shop along the main road,

a perfect spot for a gentleman such as myself.

My first encounter was wtih a young lad from Talzin,

an unexperienced fellow who quickly became confused

when I shouted his very word to him backwards.

It was a promising start to a good day,

but little did I know,

this book shop would be my doom.

The day went on like most did,

I seemed to spout inconprehensible nonsense at the passerby,

they reeled in shock (or arched an eyebrow) and forked over a few coins.

The cycle continued long past midday and into the evening.

Normally this is when I would be smart and call it a day,

but a voice in the back of my head told me to stay, Read more »

Enter Hero and Claudio, in their bedchamber. At rise, Hero is
facing her mirror, brushing out her hair. Claudio is drawing the
curtains and lighting the lamps.

HERO So, dear, about the whole adultery thing …

CLAUDIO Let us dwell not on the past. O great night! (He walks
over, placing his hands on her shoulders)

And to break our fast in the morn, waffles.

Ah, yes, was there ever a better plan?

HERO (Shrugging off his hands) What was going through thy
head, Claudio?

CLAUDIO Sweet, thou knowest that a woman of build

Similar to thine was embracing a

Man that was not myself – at a rather Read more »

I go all in with a bag of kettle cooked chips.

I grab a handful and place them on the table.

A single chip, hardly larger than a quarter, falls out of sight.

Frantically, I search for it.

A blur of motion, hands searching everywhere.

In the couch, in the blankets, on a pillow. Nothing.

For some reason: panic.

Can't find it, have to have it, where is it.

No answers, only the hum of the television, talking about some presidential election.

Don't care, gotta find my chip. More important. More immediate.

I close my eyes and breath deep.

It's going to be okay, I tell myself.

Slow down. Think. Be rational.

Just wait. The chip will come back. Always does.

Be patient, and you will find it.

Eating some more chips, the quarter chip fades from my mind.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~END ACT I~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~INTERMISSION~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Ten minutes later

I've forgotten about the chip.

Need to get up, kettle cooked chips make a man mighty thirsty.

I look down. There's a fold in my sweatshirt. Read more »

I stood at the window, watching the red tail lights disappear. It was to the ambulance where my mom was. It was a head on car crash with some idiot that wasn’t watching where he was going. My dad died when I was 6 he died from cancer. So what am I going to do, I have 2 brothers one 1 year the other 4 years. I’m 13 I can’t take care of two little boys. My mom isn’t going to make it the nurse says. I’ll have to live with some stranger. But I’m not getting split up from my two brothers, I won’t let that happen.

“Sophie!” A strange voice calls. “SOPHIE! GET DOWN HERE!” I rush to the top of these stairs. I’m confused; I don’t know where I am. “Yes?” I say. “Clean the bathroom!” Um excuse me? I don’t even know this lady. Long black hair, about 5”8, she looks about 40, long green dress with red heels, bright red lip stick, and a kind of mellow green eye shallow. “I don’t think I need to? This isn’t my house. Where am I? Where are my brothers?” I say. “Is that back talk!” She says. “Um yeah that’s how you communicate.” I say with a smart remark with a little bit of a smirk. “If you want to see your brothers you will clean the bathroom.” The old rat says. “Oh? Is that so? I think you will let me see my brothers no matter what.” I say. SMASH! She through a glass at me. Thank gosh she missed. “What the heck? You still haven’t answered my question?” I say “You’re in an orphanage. You’re here until someone will take you to their house.” She said (I don’t know who would want to but) She said under her breath.

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I stood at the window watching the red tail lights disappear. We got robbed! I was sleeping in my bed when it happened. I woke to the sound of a van starting. When I looked around the house everything was gone. What do I do? Where are they going? All these questions raced throughout my head. My dog should've barked when she saw them. How did they rob me?

I could still see the little glare of tail lights. Without even thinking I sprinted like lightning after the van. I seemed to be running 100 miles an hour. The van stopped. As I caught up to it I peered inside, and there was no one inside. They had vanished! I opened the back door of the van and everything was inside. I was so confused. "What the heck?" I mumbled as I rummaged through some of my belongings. This isn't possible. As I was making sure everything was there, I found a note. The note said "You got lucky this time but, we'll be back." 

I called my mom, "We have to move!"

                                                                         9/11
As I walked down the street my stomach churned and I began to feel sick, rebuking what I was observing and placing this memory in the slot in my memory in the section that said things to forget. Read more »

                                                                         9/11
As I walked down the street my stomach churned and I began to feel sick, rebuking what I was observing and placing this memory in the slot in my memory in the section that said things to forget. Read more »

Sitting on a bench in the park...
HELP!!!
What just happened?
He stole something!
What should I do?
I watch him walk out of the store and run away.
What should I do???
Police!
I pull out my cell phone.
9-1-1
Burlington Police Department...
Someone just ran from Staples with a box in his hands.
Think he stole it.
We’ll be there.
OK
He saw me.
He kept running.
I’m afraid.
I chase him.
Passing by other people.
They look at him, then me, then him.
They follow.
He’s running too fast.
9-1-1
He’s running into the south parking garage.
We’re coming.
SMASH
He’s driving off.
9-1-1
He stole a car.
License plate...
ERG-923
Thanks.
Where did he go?
I see him.
Gun shots.
Screeching tires.
I can’t help anymore.
He turns around.
I walk away...
Look over my shoulder...
He drives towards me.
Fast
I move fast.
He misses me.
Screech
He turns around
Help! Read more »

Landing in New York City, the lights,the people, the city! It’s electric, it’s like a night sky, the city is twinkling in my eyes. We have to go down a level to get to our taxi, so we rush to the nearest elevator. Some family is just getting in; they hold the door and we bolt into the elevator. Broadway music plays, but suddenly it stops. The light flicker, and we stop moving. Power is out, baby is crying, we are stuck on the 3rd floor. Read more »

Me: Hi?

Sam: Hi

Me: Are you having a good day?

Sam: I guess so. And you?

Me: I'm ok. What's your favorite color?

Sam: Umm, yellow I guess.

Me: Really?

Sam: Ya!

Me: That's also my favorite color!

Sam: That's so cool! Why did the elevator have to stop right now!

Me: Why?

Sam: Well, I was supposed to be going to a really important meeting right now. But I'm stuck with you.

Me: Umm. Effensive.

Sam: No I didn't mean it in that way.

Me: It seems like you sort of did.

Sam: So your calling me a liar.

Me: No. It's just that you were being a little/lot mean to me.

Sam: Well, that was effensive to me.

Me: So I guess we are even.

Sam: Fine!

Me: Fine!

Sam: So when are we going to get out of here?

Me: I don't know.

Elevator: "DING"

Me and Sam: I guess right now.

Me: Bye!

Sam: Bye!

        PROLOUGE-  It's time to make a decision. Its either the easy way, or the hard way, the easy way would be not to say anything and just walk away, the hard way would be telling her the truth. I'll do it. whether she believes it or not the hard way is the right thing to do...wich is tell the truth.

Chapter 1- The not so very good friend-

    Its saturday, and im heading over to rachels house, again. We get together almost every saturday and we always have fun. Whether its watching a movie, going shopping, or just hanging out in her room, we always seem to have fun. This time we were meeting up with stacy at the mall. I however was not looking forward to it, stacy was a brat. The only reason I was even nice to this girl was because my best friend Rachel liked her...Stacy was also the biggest drama queen in my history book. And whenever she talked to me about her new hair color, instead of out loud i would mimic her in my head. It was kinda fun, but anyway i was walking over to Rachels house and then her mom was going to drop us off at the mall with $50.00 each (except Stacy) and a $20.00 for food. How great is that...!...

Chapter 2 - The brat with lots of cash-  Read more »

She says: this won’t make you feel any better, you know.

It’s more of a statement than a question.

I nod. It’s a nod of disagreement, appeasement. We both know it.

But we don’t ever seem to mind.

Maybe not in the long run. But that doesn’t mean we should stop.

It’s been a long day. Its been an even longer six months.

The past six years really.

It seems to all be coming to a head now.

The world is burning.

But this. This is safe. This is acceptance and distraction.

You know, you’re beautiful.

It’s more of a statement than a question.

She doesn’t really respond to that compliment any more.

She knows that I think she’s beautiful.

She doesn’t know why, she says.

I tell her it’s the same reason that we can’t stay away from each other.

We burn for each other. We live for each other.

No matter how hard we try.

You know, you’re wrong. Read more »