Monday, December 15, 2014

hybridized fanfiction

Annabeth: PERCY! WATCH OUT!!!
Percy: OH GODS, what is that? Should I kill it?
Annabeth: Wait, it's changing. What in the Hades is going on.
Percy: It's a dude now. Hahaha that's sick. Hey man what even are you?
Jacob: Who are you!? Where's Renesmae? I'll kill you if you did something to her!
Percy: Woah man, I don't know who Ren- whoever you said is but dude, you were just a huge wolfe.
Renesmae: Um jake...
Percy: So how does the whole wolf to man thing work-
Jacob: Oh shoot, um uhhhh... I need some clothes.
Percy: Oh sure! No big deal, some wolf slash dude comes barging onto my boat out of no where and keeps ignoring me, but don't worry I'll hand over a pair of my nice pants
Annabeth: Gods Percy, don't be a g√°idaros hole, get him some pants.
Percy: You're joking-
Annabeth: Percy!
Percy: Alright alright I'm going.
Jacob: Hey I'm Jacob, and I'm a werewolf if you haven't figured it out yet.
Annabeth: I'm Annabeth Chase and that was my boyfriend Percy.
Jacob: Hah, he's your boyfriend? Alright, well I guess you could say that beautiful Renesmae is my girlfriend.
Renesmae: Hello there Annabeth.
Annabeth: Renesmae, that's an interesting name.
Percy: Alright, I'm not sure what size you are in Levis but I also have this pair from Vans that you could use. I mean it's your call.
Jacob: Definitely the Levis. Well, they might rip a little because my legs are obviously a lot bigger than yours, hope that's okay with you.
Percy: Oh by all means Mr. Macho Man sir.
Jacob: Well I could use my legs to kick your big mouth in instead?
Percy: You mean that's not your name? My mistake it seemed so obvious.
Jacob: Oh really-
Annabeth: Percy stop.
Renesmae: Jake there's no sense in fighting with him.
Jacob: Whatever you say goes
Percy: Why don't we ever do that?
Annabeth: *blushes
Percy: Awwww
Annabeth: Shut up.
Jacob: Hey, where are Edward and Bella??
Bella: Some say the world will end in fire, some say ice. But from what I've tasted of desire, I favor fire-
Renesmae: Um mom?
Bella: Wait where are we Edward?
Annabeth: Uh hi.
Percy: Hah so we got werewolves and here are the vampires.
Edward: How did you know that?!
Bella: Edward, what else does he know?
Percy: Woah waoh, are you serious!? Please don't suck my blood!
Annabeth: I don't think they'll find our blood desireable. We're half god, half human, demigods.
Edward: You got lucky, my wife here is quite the hunter.
Bella: Don't exaggerate.
Percy: Okay, I'm kinda freaking out right now.
Annabeth: This is an amazing opportunity for me to study vampires and werewolves, could you give me and background or facts?
Renesmae: If you can get them to stop kissing for long enough, I'm sure they'd be happy to.
Jacob: Speaking of kissing...
Percy: Uhhhh
Bella: No one has evey loved anyone as much as I love you.
Edward: You're so beautiful...
Percy: Hey Annabeth, " You're so beautiful"...
Annabeth: Shut up Percy *blushes

Tuesday, December 9, 2014

Humor: It's the end

Sometimes when you're walking through life you fall. For instance you may find yourself at the end of a once romantic and seeming perfect relationship. You begin telling yourself that it's not the end, someone new will come around. Your parents and friends assure you that everything will be alright and they're sorry, but it's time to move on. News flash, it is the end! Yeah yeah when you fall you get back up blah blah blah. They think they're so wise with their words of advice. Well tell me this, how am I supposed to get up if I'm literally on the floor crying 24/7? I'm surrounded in a pool of tears and I ran out of makeup last week! How am I supposed to get on with life if makeup is at the store and I'm in my bed mourning the loss of my social life? Oh and there's someone else out there for me, no no no. He was the only one for me! We were adorable! I'm not just saying that, it's a fact, all of my besties told me. So if I could move on with my life don't you think I would!? Listen up, people tell you that life moves on. Come on, if life really moved on then I wouldn't be sitting here in sweatpants and looking at my phone screen through puffy eyes. The only good advice I've heard so far is the good die young. Amen to that! You're welcome for the advice.

Friday, December 5, 2014

Spoken Word: Words of advice

When you walk into a new school and you want to hide and not say a word,
speak up.
It's your right to be noticed.
When the girl sitting next to you in math class says hello,
keep the conversation going.
She's your first friend.
When you see that lunch table full of pretty girls,
sit down with them.
They're too insecure to ask you.
When that girl with black hair, black lips, dark eyeliner, and cuts on her arms looks in your direction, smile.
She doesn't want to go home.
When that good-looking boy says you look nice,
say thank you.
That's what he's looking for.
When your best friend asks you if you seriously talk to the "pot heads",
say yes.
Tell her she should too.
When the captain of the football team says that you shouldn't talk to that gay kid anymore,
Tell him to give you one good reason.
He won't say a word.
When that kid you've given everything to tells you that your selfish and you don't care about him,
Say goodbye.
He doesn't deserve you.
When that new kid walks into your school and she wants to hide and not say a word,
tell her to speak up.

Wednesday, November 19, 2014

Poetry: Holmezonian verse

Black. Intimidating. Unknown.
No one. No one knows what lies
under your cloak of darkness.
Only the wicked
find refuge in your outstretched arms.
Under your protection,
thieves prowl about. They steal.
Murderers find their way
through locked doors.
They kill.
The unfaithful fulfill their
guilty pleasures while cradled
in your tight embrace.
The young run to their mothers
to save them from the horrors
you bring to their minds.
The mourners find no rest
beneath your shadows.
They cry out in despair
for the love ones they have lost.
Now we know what lies beneath
your cloak. One thing.
Only sin.

Monday, November 17, 2014

free verse poem: a seed

A new belief
just like a seed
water it and
see how it then
plant it among
others of its kind
see how it prospers
watch and see
it flourish and find
The wind will blow
and try to sway
those new found beliefs
but the roots are
spread down deep
and it finds faith
in their
though seasons change
and cold times
come around.
The new colors
mean nothing but
new growth
as it becomes
big enough to
small fruits of
faith and new life
are spread under
its leaves
and new belief
begins again
just like a seed.

1)I need to extend some of the stanzas and line by line needs refinement. Also, I need to look at the order and structure of the stanzas. I need to focus on diction and explore on some of my ideas.

A new belief
 a seed
water it
and see how it
plant it among
others of its kind
see how it
watch and see
it flourish and find
The wind will blow
and try to sway
those new found beliefs
droughts will come
and leaves will
but the roots are
spread down
and it finds faith
in their
though seasons change
and frost
comes around.
The different colors
mean nothing but
new growth.
slowly, it becomes
big enough to
more seeds come forth
buds become small
fruits of faith
and new life
they spread under its leaves
and new life
begins again
a seed.

2) I still need to extend on some ideas and change the diction in certain areas to make it more meaningful. Also I need to separate the stanzas. Add title.

A seed

A new belief 
 a seed
water it
and see how it
plant it among
others of its kind
see how it
watch and see
it flourish and find

The wind will blow
and try to sway
those new found beliefs
droughts will come
and leaves will

But the roots are
spread down
and it finds faith
in their
though seasons change
and frost
comes around.
The different colors
mean nothing but
new growth.

Slowly, it becomes
big enough to
more seeds come forth
buds become small
fruits of faith
and new ideas
they spread under its leaves.
They cover
and take over
all the grass
and dirt around.
and new life
begins again
a seed.

concrete poem: blue

up then down
       this way then
           that way.
      only one thing
   constant. color.
blue. always blue.
   sometimes bright.
       dark. sparkling or
           still. but always
               blue. the same blue
           which carries beauty and
        grace, is home to the
    creatures that kill. we
look upon this blue with
    affection and longing
        but always know.
            underneath is horror.
         mixed with beauty.
      but always blue. blue.

Wednesday, October 29, 2014

So smooth and perfectly crafted, it sits there without a brain to help it know that it makes something that is boring, irresistible to the eye. Sometimes just a delicate white, maybe a soft shade of pink or blue. It sits without moving, without saying a word or batting an eyelid, yet no one can pass it without their mouth beginning to water and wishing they could just have a taste. To the touch it is smooth and just a simple feeling, but to the taste, it is powerful and yet again, irresistible. Sweet, pretty, and utterly irresistible.

Thursday, October 23, 2014

Angry Letter

Dear you,
    This letter is simply about you. The way you seem to think you're better than everyone. The way  you think you have the right to treat people like they're not as good as you etc. I remember when I first saw you. I thought you were the most beautiful person and honestly I envied you. But of course in your eyes that should be some one's natural reaction when first meeting you. Anyways, back to
you being beautiful. Yes, your outward appearance is stunning, however after being your partner in various classes and hearing the way you talk about me and other people, I have come to strongly believe in the saying that beauty isn't just a matter of what's on the outside, but is even more importantly a matter of what its like inside of you. As a result, I tend to step away from describing you as beautiful, and will now more accurately refer to you unpleasant. Unpleasantly moody, unpleasantly rude, unpleasantly stuck up, unhappy, and obnoxious. I can see the judgment flickering in your eyes when someone talks about something you're not interested in. I sense the negative vibes you let off when attention shifts from you to someone else. The sarcastic comments you make when you're trying to make someone uncomfortable are all to obvious. I understand, for something not to revolve around planet you is beyond your capacity to grasp, but maybe you should try using a filter every once in while? Just to be clear, you can continue surviving off of the people that enjoy your, in a way, unbearable, personality but I think that I enjoy the happy, pleasant, and joyful life that doesn't exist on your own little planet and I'll come back down to planet earth.( And think I'll be followed by everyone else.)

Monday, October 20, 2014

timed Prompt: Nothing is Okay

    It was Christmas Eve. Fog stuck to the tarmac at Lindbergh Field. Annie sat there on the white snow, on her knees with her hands in her pockets. She was shaking as she stared blankly at the ground in front of her. There was nothing else fro her to do. Maybe she'd just sit there forever.
    It was a day and seven hours ago that she was in her mom's cozy living room surrounded by all of her little nieces and nephews putting ornaments on the Christmas tree. The adults were drinking red wine and hardily laughing while the kids sipped hot coca. Everything was just as it should be. Probably every other family in The Mountain Estates was doing the exact same thing. Everything was okay.
    In the midst of all the cheery conversing, Annie slipped into the kitchen, opened her laptop and called Chris on Skype. When she saw his face appear on the screen as he answered her call all the way in Iraq, she let out a deep breath and smiled. "My girl gets even more beautiful everyday."  They talked about their days just like any other married couple would and explained to each other the highs and lows. Annie reached out and touched the screen wishing she could kiss the handsome face in front of her. Everything was okay
    "Baby I have to go and I wont be able to call you tomorrow." It was okay though. She knew the she would be able to talk to him the next day. Maybe not in person but as long as she could see his face, she knew everything was okay. "Before I go I have one more thing to tell you. Tomorrow I can't Skype but is it okay if I just hug and kiss you instead?"
    For a minute she didn't know what he was telling her. But her eyes lit up just like the Christmas tree would and she screamed as she realized what he was saying.
    "Chris is coming home!" She snatched up the laptop and ran to the living room. Annie announced to everyone, "Chris is coming home for Christmas!" The family cheered and raised their glasses. Everything was more than okay, it was perfect.
    It was Christmas Eve and Annie got up really early to get ready so she would look perfect for Chris. She waved through the frost covered window of her jeep to her family. She then drove off through the thin layer of snow. Annie was headed to the airport and listening to Christmas music. Everything was okay.
    But now, it was dark out. It was Christmas Eve. Fog stuck to the tarmac on Lindbergh Field. Annie was still sitting there hours later because Chris' flight never landed. Chris was not there. Nothing was okay.

P.S. I agree with her, I wrote about death in my short story.

Tuesday, October 14, 2014

Fiction story: Conversing With Your Conscience

    Yeah, I'm a good kid. I'm an honest person and I have integrity. That's lie number 1. If I was really gonna tell you the truth I would tell you that my mom believes all of those things. I mean, how would she know any different. All that she sees of me is a stable, trustworthy girl of integrity. She deserves the kind of daughter that she sees, but we don't always get what we deserve. I don't know, maybe it's not my fault? Lie number 2.
     Oh yes of course, she's absolutely wonderful! I'm so proud of her. All her life I've brought her to church, taught her good morals and made sure she was on the right track. We've had our ups and downs but we're in a really good spot. She seems to be drinking in all of the good and pure parts of life. I don't deserve a daughter like her
     Everyday is the same, I wake up, get ready for school and she wishes me a good day. Some days I'm walking to lunch with just enough alone time to start feeling guilty about the things I said about my mom. She's so confident in me so when I look into my lunch bag, I find a heart shaped note written in perfect cursive, "Sweetie, I'm so proud of the person you're becoming. Have a good day:)." of course the guilt starts to come back but it doesn't get very far before I'm distracted by one of my friends that's calling me. The girl my mom is so proud of walks away swearing and forgets all about her guilt. She wouldn't be proud of her "real" daughter. But now that I think of it, maybe the real me is the honest, sweet and happy girl I am around my mom? Maybe the person I am when I'm away from her is the cover up for who I am with my mom? Lie number 3.
    I'm not going to lie, it's hard to let her go out and not wonder if she's doing the right thing and staying inside of the boundaries. It's hard, but I know that I don't need to worry, she's never given me a reason to mistrust her.
    I think that one of the main reasons she's so confident in me is that I've never been caught doing anything bad. Like I said before, in her eyes she has no reason to question me. To be sincerely honest, sometimes I wish she did have a reason. But let me make this clear, I don't wake up excided and ready to go to school and become a different person. I just know I will. Sometimes I look in the mirror and tell my self that I can't do the same thing again. I look straight into my blue eyes and tell myself it's time to change. No matter how much I try to make myself listen, there's always this little voice right in the back corner of my brain that reminds me of the part of myself that doesn't want to change. It makes sure I know that I'm lying to myself, and most of the time it's right.
     She tells me everything, her problems, what she's happy about, and asks me for help when things get too hard. We have a great relationship and I wouldn't trade it for anything.
     When she asks me how my day was, I tell her it was great. When she asks me to tell her about my day, I avoid talking about myself by telling her a story about one of my friends. Also, I do this thing where I tell her about all the bad things some people are getting into and how much some kids lie to their parents. By doing this I guess I'm just trying to get her opinion on the "real" me without telling her it's actually me I'm referring to. Even though it usually works, sometimes it makes me mad. I hear her tell me how wrong what "they're "doing is and I start yelling at her and defending them because I don't want anymore guilt. I know. I'm fake. I know it but she can't know.
     I can truthfully say that I don't want to change anything about myself, my daughter, or our life. I'm aware that nobody has it perfect but it doesn't get much better than this.
     Yes I get it! I understand that what I'm doing is wrong but I don't know what to do? If I tell her all that I'm telling you then she'll never trust me again and she would be so hurt. I can't do that to her! I don't hide all this for myself, I'm doing it for her. Lie number 4. No one wants to change this more than I do. I want to so bad! I just don't know how. Lie numb- yeah I know, I know. I guess that's a lie too. Okay I know it's a lie. People say that if you want something really bad you'll work for it and nothing can get in your way. I guess that if I cared enough I would already be over all this. Well there's nothing I can do now. Lie number 6.
     Yes, everything's great. That's a fact, and I know nothing could be better. Lie number 1.

Friday, October 3, 2014

Play: "Friends"

Merri: Oh my Gosh Jess look at this! The new season of Free is available! And the anime is so

            good this yea-

Jess: HOLY CRAPP Dylan wont freaking text me back! Like who the heck does he think he is?

Merri: and OMG they're so hot this season, I looove Japanese swimmer boys.

Jess: No one cares Meredith, why aren't you listening to me? This is serious. Do you honestly think I want to hear about that dumb show. Literally he's an idiot!

Merri: Wow Jess thanks so much. You're the biggest jerk and Dylan is a loser so don't expect him to give two craps about you.

Jess: He is a loser but he's hot so I don't care! Literally just let me be happy for once.

Merri: He's not even hot

Jess: Maybe it's my butt that he doesn't like.... I love my butt though! It's so cute!

Merri: Ok I'm done talking to you.

Jess: You're honestly so mean to me! Just because I don't wanna talk about stupid loser shows      that like doesn't mean you have to be a jerk- OMG HE TEXTED ME!!! I'm scared, omg open it for


Merri: Jessica, I'm not opening your disgusting messages.

Jess: UGGH you're the most annoying person...Wow he just said, "lol" I hate him

Merri: Let"s go swim!

Jess: Yes! We should invite-

Merri: No.

Jess: But I look so cute in my Bath-

Merri: No!

Jess: OMG fine!

They get ready to go in the pool and Jess comes out.

Merri: Jessica you are my beautiful princess! You look adorable!

Jess: Ahhhh yeah I know right! Jk jk! But for real I am adorable aren't I?

Merri: Mmmm yep, totally.

Jess: Let’s snapchat Dylan cute swimming pics!

Merri: Haha okay!

Jess: Does my butt look attractive in this one?

Merri: You need to chill. You don’t have to impress him in every picture you take!

Jess: Holy crap Merri, you’re so annoying! You don’t need to be so obnoxious! Ugh my stupid mom is being so annoying right now! She’s like, “Love you, be safe!” honestly who does she think she is?

Merri: OH MY GOSH JESS THAT’S WHY YOU HAVE NO FRIENDS! Your mom is so freaking nice to you! You talk trash about everyone and think you’re so much better than them but people have so many reasons to make fun of you! You're so lucky you even have "friends"

Jess: Chill! She is annoying!

Merri: Honestly you spend your entire life obsessing over this stupid boy and complaining! Get over yourself!

Jess: Just because all my friends aren’t lesbian and I like boys doesn’t mean I have an obsession!

Merri: I really don’t even know why I’m still "friends" with you.

Jess: Omg chill.

Merri: The only reason we’re still friends is because you’ve never changed, you’ve always been the boy cazy, wanna be bad girl-

Jess: Hahaha I am a bad girl!

Merri: No you’re freaking not! Ugh I can’t handle being around you for more than a few hours.

Jess: You should be all rebellious with me some time! OMG it's so fun!

Merri: I’m not talking to you until I get an apology!

Jess: Stop being so dramatic literally! Yay Dylan just texted me again!


Wednesday, October 1, 2014

Feedback For Peers

  • Francesca (60 Seconds... Or Not...)- I really liked how she used sarcasm in your writing and even though it was mostly made up of different advise and her comments on that advice, it was a really good piece of writing. Also it was really fun to read.
  • Jacob V. (Lackadaisical Self Deprecation)- All the similes he used to describe what his room looked like really helped me picture it.
  • Jessica N. ( 3am)- I loved how you made the dialogue in your story sound exactly how you would say things. It sounded just like a teenage girl was talking.

Saturday, September 27, 2014

Shut up: Unreliable Narrator (Test)

My mom and dad called me into the living room because they wanted to tell me something important. I don’t remember getting into trouble or failing a test lately so it couldn’t be that. Maybe it was good news? Would we finally be getting the dirt bikes I’d been asking for since forever ago? That has to be it! Wow now I’m kind of excited but I can’t let them see that I know, alright I need to keep a straight face and chill out. I walked in and they were standing side by side with big smiles on their faces, this had to be it! “Honey, for a while now we’ve been discussing a very important decisions we want to make….” I kind of drowned out most of the stuff they said after that because I was imagining all the sick gear I would save up for once I had my bike. All of a sudden I snapped out of it and I heard them say, “We want to adopt another kid!” Wait what? I admit that it wasn’t at all what I was expecting but I was actually kind of  excited. They went on and told me that they had already found a kid that we could adopt and they were going to meet her and bring her home next weekend. It was kind of awkward because I didn’t really know what to say, but I was really excited.       

Allie was my age and was going to start her sophomore year with me next week on the first day of school. She’s about five four and has blonde hair, but that’s where the normality ends. I was laying on the couch watching TV when my mom and dad walked in with her. When I heard them come in I got up and walked to the door to greet them and introduce myself. When I saw her it wasn’t at all what I was expecting. She had Down’s Syndrome. I just looked at her, said a quick, ”Hey, nice to meet you” and then looked in disbelief at my mom and dad. What the heck was wrong with them? They didn’t tell me about this. They didn’t even notice my shock.

I imagined what my life would be like now that I had a sister with a disability. Our whole life would revolve around making her feel comfortable, standing up for her and making sure nobody made fun of her without getting an intense, and very passionate lecture. I was right. She wasn’t even with us for one day before my mom began doing thorough research about her kind of people. By the end of week one she had already joined about a million clubs and organizations that supported Down’s Syndrome. My mom was constantly helping Allie with everything. Oh yeah, by the way they treated her like a queen and were so caught up in meeting her every need that they kind of forgot that they had another kid that was normal but also needed a little bit of attention too.             

It was considered a sin for me to want to get away from the house and every day they begged me to have some long, deep, and loving conversations with her. How could they expect me to be chill and treat her like she was normal and just another one of my friends, when she was the opposite? I never understood how the special education teachers could deal with that kind of kid. Yeah, I’ll smile at her when she says hey, and I say what’s up to the kids like her at school but I’m never going to be able to act like, let alone believe that, “They’re just another teenager.”

The first day of school was filled with questions I didn’t want to answer and conversations I didn’t want to be in. My dad told me I had to walk into school with her and take her to meet her teacher. That I could handle, but when people other than my parents started calling her my sister and congratulating me on the new addition to my family I really started to get mad. It wasn’t fair that I had to answer all the questions they wanted to ask her. They shouldn't punish me because she has issues.

Third period was the worst. Allie was in my class and guess who she wanted to sit next to? That would be me. The whole class thought it was adorable when she introduced herself and told them that I was her new brother and she loved me very much. When I told my friend Paul that it was embarrassing he replied by telling me I was a jerk and that I needed to chill out. Why does everyone defend her? I’m not being a jerk, I’m just saying the truth.

I told my mom and dad every day that I didn’t feel comfortable being in the same class with her and they needed to switch her out. They both got really mad and tried to tell me how wrong I was and that I should be happy that I have a chance to be her older brother and that I should think of it as learning experience. I just walked out and went into my room because I’d had enough of the lectures and being told I was wrong.

A few days later I put on a show to get my parents off my back and helped Allie with her homework. When I was done and she was happy with her success, she gave me a big hug, looked me in the eyes and told me that she was so lucky to have a brother that loved her as much as I did. I felt a little guilty and I had no idea what to say so I just smiled and said thank you. I walked away with tang of guilt. I've never even pretended that I loved her so why does she care so much about me? These feeling only affected me until the next morning but they faded instantly once my dad told me it was Down’s Syndrome awareness day in one of their clubs and my mom handed me a T- shirt that promoted the awareness. I was so angry at them. I looked at them both and then pointed towards the door of Allie’s room. “ Just because she has issues does not mean I’m going to revolve my life around telling the whole world!”

I went to school mad and avoided Allie the whole day. For weeks I didn’t really talk to her or my parents. One day was a little different though. During math this kid Derrick said something to me about how annoying it was when we had to stop, and the teacher had to re-explain things  just because Allie needed more time. I looked at him and realized I was mad. In my mind I defended her and then I flat out told him to shut up. After I said it, he just looked at me surprised and didn’t say anything else. I was so confused with what I just did and felt but I didn’t really know if I should apologize to him or not. When I got home from school the first thing my mom did was smile and hand me a piece of paper. I looked at it and noticed that it was an essay that Allie had written. The title was, “My Brother” and the whole essay was about me. She mentioned all the times that I had done something nice for her. There weren’t very many, but she remembered everyone of them. After I’d read it I couldn’t help myself from smiling and feeling something I hadn’t felt for her before. I looked at her, “I love you too Allie.”


Friday, September 19, 2014

If I Remember: Short Short Story

      Oh hey how's it going" my name is-Was that a hawk? Sorry, those birds outside just caught my attention. Wait, what was I saying again? Oh yeah, I was telling you about my ADD. Sometimes it's hard for me to concentrate. Sometimes my mom will get mad at me because I can't stay on task. She's constantly on my case- Ughhh I still have that math homework to finish, but I keep on thinking about my baseball game. Anyway, I live with my mom and her boyfriend Paul who drives a yellow Corvette. Why yellow? Yellow is such a weird color and all it reminds me of is mustard. Mustard is disgusting. Honestly, who likes slimy yellow liquid that comes out watery at first and ruins your perfectly good piece of bread? Did you know that in the early 1700s the British middle colonies of America were called the Bread Basket Colonies? Yeah, that's about all I took out of History class yesterday. My teacher is always on my back about not getting my homework done and not putting enough effort into school. Blah blah blah this, blah blah blah that. Sorry, its not my fault I can't sit still and concentrate for more than twenty minutes. Twenty minutes goes by so fast but in just that short amount of time, I can think of about a hundred different things. People might think that kids with ADD struggle a lot, and they're right but there is one silver lining. It gives you a chance- even if it's just for a few minutes-to think deeply about things that most people don't even consider. So don't let people define you as some troubled, struggling kid. It's-"Are you getting your homework done?" Alright, well it was nice talking to you, wait what's your name again? Okay, haha my bad. I might call you later, if I remember ( I won't.)

Thursday, September 18, 2014

Electric Red: Self Depracation

          People say the first thing someone new notices about you is something like your smile or other facial features, and in my case nothing is more true. Oh yay, It’s the first day of school! Alright so I have English first, okay good I’m at the right room. I’d better go in now so I can find a seat, oh gosh who are these people? I don’t know anyone and everyone is looking at me! My face starts warming up and feeling weird, my heart is beating really fast now. Ugh great it’s happening; stupid face. I scan the room another time and this time I notice Abby. Walking over makes my face glow just a little brighter, which is fantastic because I love it when my face grabs all the attention in a room. “ Dude your face is so red!” Thanks Abby, I couldn’t tell.

            In case you didn’t catch what I was just trying to explain, I’ll sum it up for you. I blush. But don’t be fooled by that statement and picture something cute like my cheekbones turning a little pink when I’m flattered or flustered. No, my face does this thing where in different kinds of situations it decides against my will, that it’s going to turn the brightest shade of red on the color wheel (That would be electric red, I looked it up). At first people will just stare or laugh- but it doesn’t end there.

            Sometimes I’ll be in school and the teacher asks the class for an response and I’m so confident in my answer that I’ll do something stupid like raise my hand. Everything is fine up to that point, but if the teacher decides to call on me, that’s when it happens. “Yes Maggie?” Wait, me? Um why did I put my hand up again and why does everyone have to turn and look in my direction just to hear me talk? I’m just about give my explanation but my face gets this really weird feeling that kind of makes my head feel like it’s pumped up like a balloon and is just about to explode. After I’ve answered and everyone is thoroughly amused, some really considerate person decides to remind me, “Maggie, oh my goodness your face just turned bright red!” Thank you so much you sweet gift of a human, I had no idea what was going on with my own face. Thank goodness I have you to remind me! Some people are just so nice.

            Now just picture becoming friends with someone that you find really cute, and really hilarious, so hilarious that every time he makes a joke you not only laugh, you also blush. In math he might say something really funny, and the first time I blush he’ll just forget about it, but the next time he asks me why. “Every time you laugh at me you get all red, why do you do that?” Oh I do? That’s really weird I don’t know why that happens? I just played it off and acted clueless (so smooth I know.) He thought that was a pretty stupid answer but whatever. Next time I blush he starts to get it, Maggie plus embarrassment/a joke equals a red face. Now he needs to test his theory. Next class he tries really hard to make me laugh and sometimes make me look dumb. Every time he is successful because my face turns hot as the sun and glows so bright that it’s kind of hard for him to look at. It’s time to take action. It’s F period English and everyone is quietly at work on a five paragraph essay, the prompt is A Good Friend. Mrs. Crandall stands up to give a little instruction, this is his opportunity. “Hey everybody look at Maggie she blushes!” All eyes on me and they get what they came for, my face is once again electric red and I stutter then turn my head toward the wall and hide it with my hand, just another smooth move by me.

            My weakness is now revealed. “Hey Maggie!” I laugh because the face he made was funny but my laughter comes at a price. “Haha see, look how red her face gets!” “Maggie your face just got so red!” “Oh my gosh Maggie do you like him? You just blushed so bad when he was talking to you!” Yes, not only does my face turn red when I’m embarrassed or I laugh, but you might also want to know that it’s the equivalent of a big alarm that goes off whenever I “like” someone, awesome right? “Uh wait so you’re saying that if I can get you to blush I’ll finally know if you like me or not?” It’s no secret anymore but oh well. You could ask me “Why does your face get so red” in a sassy tone and I’ll probably say it’s just this weird thing my face decides to do whenever it feels like it.

Tuesday, September 9, 2014

First RAFT essay

The animals barked louder and louder every time someone walked into the room full of cages. At one point the noise got so loud that you could hardly hear yourself talk. However, if you listened close enough, you could hear the soft gentle voice of Amy as she coaxed the animals into calming down. No one was gifted like she was; it took her voice alone to communicate to these crazy, seemingly vicious animals. Because of her soothing tone and perfect words, the whole room was suddenly silent and the animals were peacefully resting in their cages. The owner of this rescue center had tried countless companies and methods in order to calm the barking but none worked the magic Amy could. Walking out of the center, anyone could see that Amy was a very professional woman. You could hear her high heels click on the pavement and see a look in her eyes that seemed to display a classy pride. Money was something she would never have to worry about. She could buy anything she wanted and try all the latest products. Unfortunately these pleasures didn't seem to satisfy her. A few left turns and one right at an old side street. The BMW comes to a stop, the doors are slammed shut and locked. She's at her destination. Here Amy will pay a large sum for a small portion she desperately needs. Maybe this time it'll fill the empty void inside her? The engine starts and she's finally on her way home. Two days later Amy wakes up in reality again. The normally filled calendar says she has no appointments today. This means one day to pull herself together once again. Maybe she needs to clear her head first? She sets up the table and grips the paddle in her hand. With her other hand the small plastic ball is dropped and she begins to slowly hit the ball back and forth over the net. Twenty minutes later the game is still going on and the ball is almost impossible to see. A few times it's hit so hard and fast you hear a crack and Amy's picking up a new ball and starting over. There's nothing else to think about: no worries, no appointments, no guilt and no debt. It's just her with one focus- getting the ball over the net. When she finally stops, Amy realizes something. The feeling of emptiness is gone! She's happy and satisfied with what she's doing. This feeling is something that being the best at her job, or any drug she tried never gave her. The next thing she did was make a decision. It was Wednesday and three days from then was the annual tournament she had been waiting for. It was time to train because Amy was going to win. Power bars and Gatorade were the only things she lived off of for the next two and a half days. Pull-ups became a daily routine in order to increase her arm strength. By Friday the paddle and her arm had become a tool to send that ball flying to the other side of the table. She could sense the adrenaline that wouldn't allow her to stand still as she walked up to the table, gripped her paddle and got ready to begin her first match of the tournament. She served first and the ball flew across the table so fast the opponent couldn't hit it. The rest of her games went like this and by the end of the tournament, Amy was given the trophy and declared the winner. Nothing seemed better. Amy finally felt fulfillment. She walked across a long bridge that would lead her to the place where her car was parked. While she was walking you could see the pride in her steps and a happy smile on her face. Any one who passed her could be sure she was a very professional and successful woman Amy pulled her Beats up over her ears and turned her ipod to her favorite song, "Sweet Home Alabama". She closed her eyes, lifted her head up to the sun and began sing along. As she got into the song, Amy began to dance. She was dancing and singing so passionately that she lost sense of direction. One last twirl led her to tripping on the curb next to the railing, losing her balance and falling over the side. People rushed to the railing only quick enough to see her splash, but never come back up.