Time passed and I was still covered in blood. I laid on the ground with a knife in the leg. I stayed worried how my family was doing. The killer had left and I was too scared to take the knife out of my leg. The pain explored my body like a virus would. I remembered that I had a phone on me. I called my mom. It felt like forever until she finally answered. “Mom?” I questioned. “Sweetheart where are you? I am waiting for you. You were supposed to be home an hour ago.” “I am home though mom.” “Ugh. Why do you love to lie to me? I checked your room already and you are not there.” “Have you checked the basement?” I heard her hang up and I can hear footsteps coming over to the door. My leg was in pain and I felt very weak. The door opened and I could feel that I was out of breath. This could not be happening to me. I had to protect my family. They were in danger and they needed my help. I had to do whatever I could to help them. They needed me. The light turned on and before I could turn my head I heard my mother screamed. She ran over and held me tight. I knew she was crying for her sniffles were not so discreet. “What happened to you sweetheart?” She asked. “Well mom you may not know but we have enemies.” We were quiet. I looked into her eyes and they were filled with love and compassion. Her little baby was dying right in front of her. The thought of calling an ambulance did not run through our minds. All of the sudden I heard the basement door close. It must have been my dad thinking my mom left it open. I looked into her eyes once more but this time they were in shocked. They looked straight at something. I followed where her eyes were at. She looked at the mirror there was in the basement. I saw her and I on the ground but I man smiling behind her. I turned my head to him and saw that he had a gun straight to her back. I winced as I knew what was going to happen next. I heard the gunshot and turned my head and cried. The killer grabbed my hair and made me look at him. He had scars all over his face and was bald. This was the face that would show up in my nightmares. I couldn’t bare the sight of him. Not because he was ugly, because I just witnessed him kill my mother. I looked into his eyes and spit at him. He wiped the spit off his forehead and looked at me with hatred and with anger. “You killed my mother!” I shouted. “Don’t forget your father.” I closed my eyes and wept. We made a promise my life for theirs. This was not the promise that we made. I couldn’t deal with this anymore. “Why do you hate my family?” I questioned. “They abandoned me as a child. We are related. I hate to tell you this but we are twins. They rather have you than me. We were three and you got sick. We went to the hospital and they left me with some strangers. They never came back for me. These people took me home and said my true parents didn’t want me. I cried and promised myself that I would get them back and my little poor sister too. Poor? I hate all of you. I hate them more than you. They left me you didn’t. Well after this my hatred will be put aside. I’m sorry little sis. Well not really. Goodbye.” He whispered in my ear. I closed my eyes and turned my head for I wouldn’t see anything. My mother and father ran through my mind. I knew that my time here was over with. It was now my time to be with my parents. Goodbye everyone. I forgive you my brother.
“It was what seemed to be a normal day in Dunellen. All is calm, low traffic and very few pedestrians. When out of nowhere a 300 foot tall sloth marches into sight over Washington rock. The quiet little town turns into a screaming panic. People are rushing to their cars and speeding away. The sloth crosses route 22 destroying telephone lines, traffic lights and people’s cars. As the sloth reaches the border of town the Air Force sends in two F-35’s to combat the sloth. They fire everything they have but the sloth isn’t phased. The sloth falls flat on his stomach crushing many buildings in Dunellen. The jets thought victory was at hand and fled the scene. The people of Dunellen knew the sloth was very much alive and the battle must commence. The sloth had only taken a small break the sloth just lays over Dunellen for many days until the army comes to attempt and move this massive creature. When they try to move him they wake the sloth into a mad rage. They call for as much fire power as possible. They have tanks coming from the north, jets from the south and east and west there are bombing runs inbound. The sloth holds up quite a fight until the army loses enough men for them to call it quits and just abandon the creature. They have all their troops fall back and they drop one last bomb on the sloth. A bomb so powerful that the only way for it not to destroy the entire county would be for the monster to swallow it. They send in a single jet, controlled by computers, with the bomb to be swallowed by the sloth. The sloth sees the plane coming towards it and prepares to grab it. The sloth is intrigued by the plane and examines it for a while. Once he is no longer amused by the plane he throws it as far as he can.”
“Excuse me sir, what happened to that plane?”
“The plane sailed far far away from the sloth. The plane crash landed here in Arizona and the crash site is now known as the Grand Canyon.”
“Wow I had no idea that actually happened!”
“Yea and don’t get me started on the dragon that causes all of the heat here.”
This summer I visited my cousin in Florida. I don’t get to see her a lot so I was really excited when my grandma told me she got me a plane ticket for Florida. My cousin didn’t know I was coming so it was a big surprise. I talk to her almost every day so it was really hard for me not to tell her I would be coming. I had to leave for the airport at 3:30 in the morning; I was so tired but so happy to be going. I was kind of nervous because I was flying alone, but I wasn’t the first time. I arrived in Florida at about 9 o’clock and my aunt was waiting there to pick me up while my cousin was still home sleeping. Once I got to their house I ran into her room to wake her up. She was so surprised to see me it was priceless. After that we went out for breakfast because I was so hungry. We talked about all the fun stuff we were going do while I was there and it was a lot since I would be there for two weeks. Out of everything I did in Florida going to Bush Gardens was my favorite thing. I saw a lot of animals there which was pretty cool like zebras which are my favorite, tigers, elephants; there was even a baby hedgehog. We also went on a little safari ride where we saw rhinos. There where tons of roller coasters and we wanted to go on them all but the lines we too long to wait so we only went on a four of them. My favorite roller coaster was this green one which kind of went underground. I really didn’t like the wooden roller coaster because it was really bumpy and I lost my sunglasses. Once my trip was over and I had to go back home, I was upset because I wasn’t going to see my cousin again for a while.
On my 18TH birthday I will be legally allowed to marry the man of my dreams, Trey Songz. My family and friends think I am crazy when I tell them I am going to marry an R&B singer but I know it is going to happen. I know the day we meet he will fall madly in love with me and we will have a gigantic wedding. On the day we get married, I want to have all of my family there. My big sister, Sarah, will be my maid of honor. The ceremony is going to be on the beach with white chairs and pink, sparkly ribbons on the back. My dress will be white, silky and breathtaking. I want to have the wedding of my dreams so I can one day be telling my kids how perfect that day was.
After the wedding, we will live in a mansion in Malibu. We will have three children, two sons and one daughter. I will stay at home and be a housewife, make sure my kids are taken care of and my house is clean. While my kids are at school, my husband and I will relax and take walks on the beach. We will have full tennis courts and basketball courts for when we have free time or when we have family over. I will make sure there is a guest house for my friends and family. My life will be a dream and I will live happily ever after with the man of my dreams.
Goodbye summer, hello school. No more long summer nights with friends and family, no more, what felt like endless days at the beach and most importantly no more sleeping in late. Now it’s back to early mornings, lugging around textbooks and binders, and full days of hard work. It’s always hard to say goodbye to summer and to start up a new year. No one wants to say goodbye to free time from school. In the summer you’re free in a sense. You don’t have to worry about what assignments were due the next day, you are able to enjoy yourself with friends and family, at almost all hours of the day. The best part is that you can just be outside; enjoy the sun and all outdoor activities. Once school starts back up it’s all about hard work and you’re insanely packed with juggling everything that school and school activities have to offer. The best time of school is in the fall. I feel like everything is just better I the fall. Trees are prettier; with them filled with the leaves being orange, red, yellow, and green. You’re able to bring out the big comfy sweaters. The bright side is the weather, it’s not hot, and it’s nice and cool, never too cold. Football season is in full affect and it’s time for the games. Games are always so fun; everyone gets together and cheers for the team while wearing destroyer colors the cheerleader’s on the sidelines to get everyone in the cheering mood. The pep rally and bonfire is always the best. During the spring isn’t that bad either. The weather is just perfect like fall, not too cold and not too hot. Spring has a nice breeze to it. Flowers decorate the outside, with beautiful colors and all different types of flowers. Spring clothing isn’t bad either, nice light dresses can be worn, and clothes have nice pastel and fun colors. Most people are always in bright spirits which is the best.
My many years of waiting have deteriorated my memory. I am beginning to notice that the exact details in which surround the day I received the unfaithful promise have become clouded. I can no longer remember the events which led up to my request, but sadly; I still know that I have yet to receive my prize. The glorious bagel which was rightfully declared mine has not found its way into my possession. I still carry on, day by day, asking the ultimate question - when? On many occasions leading up to this day, I have had the fortunate opportunity to come across the criminal, the person who has continuously deprived me of my rights as a human being. During these events I ask: “When, when will I be appeased and given my bagel.” In all these situations I am responded to with: “Next time, I promise.” The depressing and undeniable truth is that next time will most likely never exist. It has come to mind that perhaps it is time to let go of my delusional dream. Surrendering may be my only option, my only chance to relieve myself of the constraints which denial holds. My only quarrel with this idea is that it will give the villain the satisfaction of victory. He will cherish the feeling of conquering yet another innocent, naive individual. No, I must not let this happen. It is my moral obligation, my destiny, to fight back against tyranny. I will not let him win, I cannot allow it. It is settled, on the third day from now, I will expose his deception. I have developed a masterful plan that will bring him to the attention of the public. I will flip the positions and force him on the end of my trickery. By the completion of the day, I will know the feeling of victory. I will know the feeling of for once, being a champion.
After a long summer, today I walk in through the Dunellen High School student entrance to start off my first day of school for the fourth time since I became a freshman. Something is different today from other first days though, today is my last “first day” and to be frank, I don’t know how I feel about this. I walk in and see both familiar faces and new ones. I see tan and taller versions of the students I’ve associated with for the last three years. I see freshman who are excited to finally be in high school. I also see quite a few who, like I was one day, seem to be nervous about it. I remember being nervous about the upperclassmen, because as a shy person to feel a bit intimidated is inevitable. Today the roles are switched though. I am a senior; I am the one who knows how the school functions, I know all the rules by heart, I know the consequences for bad behavior and the order in which they are given, and I even know that the least convenient staircase to take is the traffic-jammed middle one no matter how far the ones off to the side may seem. I’ve grown used to this environment and the teachers at Dunellen High School. I was new to Dunellen High School only three years ago, but as of now I feel as if I’ve been here forever. I am not sure if what I’ll miss is the small size of this school or if it’s just the fact that I know how everything functions around here but the thing is…I’ll miss it. Sooner than I can imagine, I will find myself filling out college applications, federal aid applications, and doing all sorts of things that will pave the way for my depart from Dunellen High School. After a long summer, I walk in through the Dunellen High School student entrance to start the ending of my journey in this place.
Hi, well you already know me. I’m that Van Ness that everyone always teases and I’m apparently easy to fake fun of and everyone catches on pretty quick but whatever. Anyway my life has not changed at all except for the fact that Stephen and Sarah are both out of the house and I have to actually talk to my little brother Matthew. Over the summer I worked at my cousins vet clinic for two weeks. I saw a lot of surgeries and got to give shots, take blood and do other things that normal people would think are disgusting. I loved it there though, it was a lot of fun and I love animals so it was right up my alley. Also I worked at this amazingly fun camp called Camp Harmony. Now the title is corny to some people but the camp is extremely fun and I loved working there. Now for school I do Tennis, Concert band, Jazz band and Pep band. Yes I am a band geek. I just love playing instrument and music is my life well and animals. Tennis is one of my favorite sports. I love playing tennis and I play it competitively but I also love playing tag football with my cousins and I love archery. Also something that I’m interested in is joining the army. Everyone is surprised when I say that because I’m tiny and I’m not the army type, but I’m actually interested in the Army. I figured out you can be an Animal Care Specialist in the Army and I got really excited. Let’s see now for favorites. When school starts there are always a list of favorites so the teachers can know you…well all mine are exactly the same. Favorite book: Divergent, favorite movie: Star Wars, favorite TV series: Doctor Who…ok maybe not all of them but my favorite color (Blue), favorite food (Italian), favorite subject (Biology), favorite stuff to write about (Fiction) and favorite thing to do: (Tennis) are definitely all the same. When I write I like to let my mind explore the possibilities and different stories like ones that you have to think about or ones that are filled with adventure.
P.S-(Chuck I'm gonna beat you this year I promise.)
It all happened sixty days after the first Mardi Gras. A young bean farmer from Ontario, Canada woke up barefoot and angry. Why? Well you would have to ask his fellow farmers who pranked him. They liked to do this once each year, but this year they kicked it into high gear.
Craig Ferguson was the bean farmer’s name and he had the shortest term memory in all of Canada. In fact, it was included in the yearly census directly below the shortest tap dancer. He was always honest with people, but he began to take advantage of his condition when he used it as an excuse for all of his chores. He would even use it to get out of fulfilling his duties on the bean farm. Naturally, his farmer friends grew angry, and thus began the yearly pranks.
This prank was by far the worst because Marlin and Martin were the masterminds behind it, and they had serious connections with a group of nomads named Tricky and Shasta. Shasta owned a large wagon and the horse that pulled it was possibly the craziest horse North America had yet to see. Martin had talked to Tricky—who was the most reasonable of the two—and asked if he would mind bringing Craig to a large town right along the Rio Grande. Once Tricky agreed, Martin and Marlin made sure to take Craig out to the local pub and get him completely blasted. Therefore, unable to tell up from down, Craig was easily convinced to hop in the wagon. He continued to sip on a mysterious bottled liquid in the back of the wagon for the remaining six hour travel. Shasta and Tricky then took Craig to the local pub and sped away in their wagon, never to be seen by Craig again, although Marlin made sure to keep in touch via smoke signals.
All that can be said of Craig’s evening is that he will never be forgotten in that large town on the Rio Grande. Locals have said that he led eighteen successful conga lines, helped a goat give birth to twins, and even punched a blind man directly in the face, leaving him able to see. When he woke the next morning, he knew who was responsible for this. It took him around two years to find his way back to the bean farm.
This is hilarious. It's very clever. I love the short term memory as a way to get out of chores. This piece is like what it would be like if an intelligent person had written the treatment for The Hangover. Nice job.
The coughs throughout the compound were piercing. Well, “piercing” wasn’t exactly the right word, because instead of something sharp and distinct like a needle breaking the skin, it rather felt like the dull end of a pickaxe mercilessly impaling itself into your ribcage. Though the only known symptom of the shrouded epidemic was almost perpetual coughing, the concept was no less harrowing. There was never any blood. All it ever was was the warm, contaminated air pouring out of damaged lungs. He had been sent to the densely populated, but rural area to report on the situation for a nationwide newspaper. The sign on the front door of the clinic read “refuge;” safe enough to provide hope, but vague enough to at least try to protect people from the idea of a quarantine. The compound where the afflicted individuals took refuge to be taken care of was an old airplane hangar where each dreadful sound echoed as if to mock them, reminding them of the almost certain doom. It was clear he wasn’t from the area. He had a certain air of being that clashed with the way of life there. Not only that, but he wore his press pass around his neck, bearing his credentials and the logo of the newspaper. From that, the victims knew they were being reported on. It’s a classic sociological experiment to see how people behave when they knew they were being watched, especially in such a situation as this. All at the same time, they knew that he was their only shot at appealing to the masses. Maybe through his influence, doctors would come from all around the world to lend their aid. Certain, more proud individuals only saw him as a nuisance. They stared at him with narrow eyes and used their middle fingers to adjust their glasses or wipe their eyes. They viewed as an intruder. He could hear them condescendingly sneer at him “we don’t need your help” or “you don’t belong here.”
They say that if you can be patient and strive towards something, that you can always achieve that something that you want. But how often is it that we get that genie in a bottle effect where you get what you asked for, but not what you really wanted. And maybe sometimes we feel like we’ve gotten gipped simply because what we got isn’t exactly what we’d hoped for. Maybe you’ve had that special thing you want before, and what you have now just doesn’t feel the same. Maybe your expectations are too high. And maybe now they always will be. It’s easy to believe that maybe once you’ve found what you were looking for, when you lose it, you can never get it back. But maybe it’s not that what you now have isn’t good enough. Maybe if you can forget about what you had in the past, you can have that thing you really want.
The silence of the night was stunning, yet alarming at the same time. Not a single tell-tale noise of a forest could be heard. No owls hooting, no bugs buzzing, only silence. He looked around the moonlit clearing he stood in, utterly terrified. There was no way that it wasn’t still right on his tail. Whatever it was, he couldn’t get away from it if he kept running through the forest. It knew the trees and the trails way better than he did. Whenever he’d turn around, it’d be the same distance away as the last time he looked. No closer, no further, just as far away. He knew it was toying with him. He took off straight ahead of him, knowing there was no use in trying to juke it out when it was in the trees with a bird’s eye view of him. He had to find a road, a car, hell even a cabin would work. All that he needed was something where it couldn’t keep its eye on him, something where he could bring it down to his level and maybe have some type of chance at taking it down. That or have a chance at catching him off guard and running away. Yeah, that sounds much better. Just as he was starting to run out of breath, he caught sight of an old burnt down cabin to his left. Of course he wouldn’t be able to hide anywhere inside, but maybe he could fool it and play dead? Probably not, but he was way too tired to keep going. Dying this exhausted was bad enough, he was willing to end it with a little bit of air back in his lungs. He braced himself against a tree and then pushed off towards the cabin in a full sprint, hearing the thing right behind him.
Happiness. Happiness is viewed differently by everyone. It is only measured by each individual. Happiness is intangible, like beauty. Beauty cannot be held, but it is rather something that can be felt or seen. As the well-known idiom, “beauty is in the eye of the beholder”, happiness can be explained the same way. The only way to measure happiness is from perspective. Emotions in general are not easily explained to others, and it is why happiness is so personal. Happiness may be the most important thing in life. Finding what makes me happy and being able to do it is what would make me consider my life successful. My fear is that I will not find happiness. At my age I have realized that the first step in being happy is knowing that happiness comes from inside. Through experiences I have found other people bringing me happiness. Personally, nothing has yet felt better knowing that other people care about you enough to make you happy. Soon I faced a situation where I realized that it is wrong to leave your happiness in other people’s hands. What happens when they are gone? You’ll be left with nothing. No matter what the reason may be, it is impossible to be certain that of someone’s presence in your life. Everything changes which is why to reach happiness you first need strength. I want to be strong enough to know what I deserve and to deal with anything I may encounter. In the near future, I fear college. Because I don’t know what I want to do with my life I find myself faced with many questions. I don’t know what college to go to because I don’t know what I am going to study. As of now my goal is to find what makes me happy, and step by step I know I will be able to figure everything out on my own.
2014 is a very important year for me. What I’m looking forward to this year mostly is graduation; Dunellen has taught me a lot from when I first moved in 5th grade. I like the way my schedule is, I love that I could go out for lunch but this year will be a year to remember. After this year is done I will have to start my life of an adult. My goals in life are to pursue anything that I desire. This will be the final year in Dunellen for a while due to me going to join the marines. I am going to miss a lot from Dunellen; my friends, my family and all the people that have made me the person I am today. This will be the last year I will be able to do many things on my own. After I join the marines everything will be different, I look forward to it but at the same time I don’t. Joining is going to be a huge obstacle, but in the end I believe it’s going to turn out great. I always told myself, “Whenever I’m going through hard times just remember that there is someone else going through a harder time. I should be grateful for what I have to go through and everything that I will learn from that obstacle.” After this year is over a lot of things will change; change isn’t always good but it’s something we have to go through to become a successful person at what you do and what you love. Everyone always asks, “Are you sure this is what you want to do? There are a lot of other things you can do.” My response is always the same, I always just say that it’ll be a great new experience and that whatever comes my way to be careful because I won’t let anyone or anything stop me from accomplishing what I want.
Seeing this person makes me feel awkward. Having to see them every morning now is just weird. We went from not seeing each other every day to now seeing each other every morning. Also the fact that he said that to me this morning was stupid because I didn’t even do anything to him than he is not going to talk to me but then he will touch my head in the halls acting like everything is okay. I don’t understand it at all. I also don’t deserve to be treated the way I have been treated the past two years. I deserve to be treated like a princess, and with respect. Not like I am just some other girl and that I mean nothing to you. I would never do anything to hurt him, I may say stupid things but I would never do something as bad as what the rest have done to him. He can’t take out everything that others have done to him on me because, I have been there and even though I left a couple times I came back to him. Even through all the fighting, yelling, tears, and arguments that we had I stayed around and I’m still around and I will always be around no matter what is going to happen in the future. It just goes to prove that I won’t leave; we can get through everything no matter how long it takes. Through everything that happened I stayed with him and my feelings for him may never change. I won’t let other people come between us because we are better than that. But I feel as if people tell him things about me that gets him to not trust me and start saying things that are not true, and I hate that he always believes them.
Once upon a time there was a diner. This diner was dirty and old and kind of smelled like mildew on rainy days. The inside was a 50’s style with waitresses on roller blades and dressed in poodle skirts. One of those waitresses was a girl called J. Her friends called her J, her co-workers called her J and even her names tag said J…just J. In school, a friend of hers was able to hack the computer system and type her name in as Jay. This was because every time a teacher saw the single lettered name, they saw it as a typo and skipped over, which can get annoying. Jay was seventeen years old, earning minimum wage but she was doing it like it was nobody’s business. She worked six days a week and everybody knew her because everybody came to the mildew-smelling diner. It was the best restaurant in their puny town, even if it didn’t seem that way. Jay worked there so she could earn her way out of that town and into a better life. She was an orphan and was stuck in an over-crowded orphanage just outside of town. She hated the place; it was crowded, hot, and loud and there was a fight three times a day which took hours to end completely. At night, you could hear the little ones crying through the walls and sometimes the boys would try and play pranks while you were sleeping. Jay was one of the eldest there so now that screaming and running around was no longer fun, she couldn’t stand it there. She’s been there her whole life and loved the workers but (just to make sure you understand) just not the building itself. It was difficult to study and when she got home from work, exhausted, she would just end up ending feuds and changing diapers. She had longed since gave up the hope of being adopted, people only want the cute babies. She did everything she could, when she could, to make sure the kids looked cute on adoption day. Then she would just march up the stairs to her bedroom. Her eighteenth birthday was coming up soon and then she’d get kicked out. She had hardly saved enough money to board in college, social services didn’t cover that much. The day before her birthday, she was packing her bags, getting ready to live in the back of the diner, when a soft rasp on the door distracted her. It was the end of the house, Mr. Robinson. He sat down with her and gave her lecture about how she was one of the hardest working people he knew. He continued about how much she loved and knew all the children so well and that they would all miss her terribly. Just when she thought he was going to say he would miss her or that she could come and visit whenever she wanted, he stopped talking. He looked at her for a while and smiled before offering a part time job and permanent room and board there. Jay’s face split into the biggest smile Mr. Robinson had ever seen. She nodded frantically because no matter how much she hated the building it was home and this was her family.
Okay so I have to write 300 words. Doesn’t seem to hard right? WRONG! This is extremely difficult like right now my mind is drawing a blank. Okay maybe not a complete blank, but it isn’t conjuring up anything interesting. Ugh I just looked at the word count and it was only 40. This is depressing, like uber depressing. I say the word like a lot. Hmm that’s a habit I’m going to have to break. I want a pet tea cup pig in the future. I know that’s random, but hey it’s my free write isn’t it! Isn’t it? I’m not sure anymore. I don’t even think I’m the one typing this. Really I’m just looking at the screen and these words are appearing. I used to write actual pieces of art when I got these things. I don’t know what happened. I think it’s because of the heat or maybe because I’m lazy. I’m going to put it more on lazy because it’s pretty cold in here. Any who, back to me wanting a piggy. So yes I want a pig and I will name him Ferri. I know it’s not an awesome name like Topaz or Gerald or Skylar. I might name him Skylar now or Ryder. I want him to be either all pink, black, or have the spots on him. It could be awesome because when I walk him people would be like “oh look at me and my dog walking”. Then I’ll just look at them and say “No one cares about your dog! Pigs are all the rage this year”, then sashay away with my piggy. And that is enough of piggy talk so uh yeah I have no idea what to put now. I like music…. a lot. I love to write stuff I’m actually in the process of doing 4 stories. I get bored with one so I tend to jump over to another. A terrible habit yes I know but it gets my creativity juices flowing. I love to dance! Yeah dancing is the bomb diggity yo! When I see ballet dancers hit the stage it’s like boom! Look at that awesomeness over there, wow! And I noticed that I reached 300, yay me! *has a small victory party* I actually went over…by a lot. But who cares I don’t, yay me! Okay I’m going to go now peaces outtie home skillet slice of biscuit.
This summer was a crazy ride. In March, my uncle passed away from a heart attack, leaving my cousin with no father. My cousin Taylor was completely devastated. Since Taylor’s dad worked for the company of the apartments they lived in, they were able to live at the house for free. But since he passed away, they were not allowed to live there anymore. So, this summer we went house hunting with them. We wanted to get out of the house we were living in. so we found this house and it was really small, there was six of us moving into a house together, there was no way we would all be able to fit in it. Then we found another house, it was big and beautiful. There was just enough room. We ended up not getting the house which was very disappointing. We then started losing hope. We were starting to run out of time because Taylor and her mom needed to be out of the house by the end of July. We then found this white house, it was big and perfect, the kitchen was huge, and there were five bedrooms. It was perfect. We pleaded to have the house. We told them the entire story of what happened. They said they would call us if we got the house. Three weeks went by and nothing about the house. It was the end of July and Taylor was about to go live in a house in Middlesex. My mom went on her email and saw an email from the people. WE GOT THE HOUSE!! We were so relieved and happy to get the house. I really enjoy living with them. They are so much fun to live with. We also have the best neighbors ever. When we saw them for the first time, we realized that we knew them. They have two little daughters, a four year old and a ten month old. They are so cute and funny. This summer was so amazing and I loved it, but it still hits me that my uncle is gone. My Uncle Pat will always be missed and forever in our hearts.
It has only been one week since school started and I already feel incredibly stressed. It is such a challenge to balance school, homework, work, and a social life. Looking back on it now, as a senior, I feel as though I did not make the absolute most of the past three years in high school. I honestly wish I could go back to freshman year and take advantage of all the free time I had then and make better use of it. Although I am excited to graduate and commence a new chapter of my life, it is an overwhelming thought that graduation day is not as far as we think it is and time is quickly running out. It isn’t for another nine months but they will pass by so fast and I am afraid that it would be too quick for me to even enjoy. I have matured and changed, positively and negatively, both, academically and personally since the first day of freshman year. I did not quite expect to be at the point where I am now, as I do wish I would have worked harder and done better academically, but I am glad that I have made it this far and now plan on making my final year the best thus far. I have lost and gained many friends throughout these years and am quite content with the people that are currently a part of my life. I am currently working on not only finishing the year on a very positive note, but also trying to figure out what it is that I want and how I am going to achieve it. Soon enough I will be filling out college applications and preparing myself to be out in the “real world”, meanwhile, I am working on being able to balance it all and having an amazing year.
I feel like I don’t belong in this school. The people here are too caught up in being ‘popular’ or keeping up with the latest trend. I am more laid back, and more interested in being myself and doing what makes me happy. I don’t care about the latest fashion or the newest music out there, I’d much rather dress in clothes that express my character and listen to music that I can relate to. Most of the music out school listens to has no morals. its just a bunch of jumbled crap, talking or rapping about sex, drugs and 'hoes'. I for one, listen to music that has a purpose, a meaning; far beyond the world that any of these ‘pop stars’ are trapped in. A Day To Remember, Pierce The Veil, Falling in Reverse, Sleeping With Sirens; actual artists who actually sing and actually play REAL music. But that’s weird, right? Because there’s no auto tune, no computer-made tunes. Call me weird, but I like it. I like being different. The music i listen to is an expression of who I am, nothing less and nothing more. And this school is full of drama. Dunellen is such a small town- everyone knows who everyone is, and it’s nearly impossible to escape. I cannot wait until the day where I can finally move away. I'm not sure if this is 300 words yet cause I'm typing on my phone but lets hope my rant filled the requirement. That is all.
Rant It’s too hot for school and our budget is like five dollars. And I’m really fat so I sweat through all my shirts and then I look gross. And no good movies have come out in forever, what am I supposed to watch the same ten movies that are good that I’ve already watched. Jaws is the best move for sure. “We need a bigger boat” HA! Classic. We should throw out the Christian religion and go back to Norse mythology, that was cool. And it didn’t contradict its self as much. No that I’ve probably offended people, let’s move on! Cats are better than people by like 100%, no question about it. I like cat’s mostly because they’re not people. I like Miley Cyrus for who she is, but her music and image sucks. Like stop, I get it you’re trying to be wild and different but that’s enough. Jon Mayor isn’t good ever, not even on occasion. In the 60’s why wasn’t smoking bad for people? If I had a nickel for every time someone complimented me on my looks, I would have earned 0 dollars. I don’t know why I’m not taking this seriously, reddit killed my imagination. Well probably the entire internet. But it was Facebook that killed my faith in humanity. The volleyball scene in Top Gun was really lame. If I could use a picture to describe my life, it’d be this: http://cyclejunkie80.deviantart.com/art/You-tried-gif-click-ok-345565705
Ha! Tumblr is great, but my blog is really lame I only have 10 followers. I’m like dog with a blog. If you’ve read this far into my free write, I only have three questions for you. Why? Why would you do this to yourself? And How have you not had a brain aneurysm yet? Snoop dogs music is pretty alright
I can't believe it's my last year of High school. It just feels as if I was entering my first day of school as a kindergartener, those are just far distant memories right now. I remember feeling as if I was never going to get out of John P. Faber School being stuck there from Kindergarten all the way to 5th grade. I remember going through the various changes entering Lincoln middle school, it really felt like a whole different level that I really didn’t fully understand. Things weren’t such a breeze back then, for me that’s when things started getting harder. The transition from elementary to middle school really didn’t sink in with me yet. Just when I thought I had everything down boom I entered Dunellen High school as a freshman. By then it wasn’t too big a change for me I realized it was really time for me to get serious school wise. It was a struggle my first year, but I was able to go onto becoming a sophomore. Sophomore year for me had to be one of my more enjoyable years of High school classes weren’t really too tough for me I was having fun just experiencing everything school had to offer. That feeling turned right around when entered my junior year. I’m not going to save I loved or enjoyed my junior year but I didn’t hate it either. I will say it has been the most difficult year of my High school career thus far. One class that I will always dread and I have a feeling that I haven’t seen the end of is Chemistry just because I hate it so much. For whatever reason I was never able to get a click or understanding of the class and when I did it was time to move to a new topic. It’s only the beginning but I am very curious to see what senior year has in store for me.
Time passed and I was still covered in blood. I laid on the ground with a knife in the leg. I stayed worried how my family was doing. The killer had left and I was too scared to take the knife out of my leg. The pain explored my body like a virus would. I remembered that I had a phone on me. I called my mom. It felt like forever until she finally answered.
ReplyDelete“Mom?” I questioned.
“Sweetheart where are you? I am waiting for you. You were supposed to be home an hour ago.”
“I am home though mom.”
“Ugh. Why do you love to lie to me? I checked your room already and you are not there.”
“Have you checked the basement?”
I heard her hang up and I can hear footsteps coming over to the door. My leg was in pain and I felt very weak. The door opened and I could feel that I was out of breath. This could not be happening to me. I had to protect my family. They were in danger and they needed my help. I had to do whatever I could to help them. They needed me. The light turned on and before I could turn my head I heard my mother screamed. She ran over and held me tight. I knew she was crying for her sniffles were not so discreet.
“What happened to you sweetheart?” She asked.
“Well mom you may not know but we have enemies.”
We were quiet. I looked into her eyes and they were filled with love and compassion. Her little baby was dying right in front of her. The thought of calling an ambulance did not run through our minds. All of the sudden I heard the basement door close. It must have been my dad thinking my mom left it open. I looked into her eyes once more but this time they were in shocked. They looked straight at something. I followed where her eyes were at. She looked at the mirror there was in the basement. I saw her and I on the ground but I man smiling behind her. I turned my head to him and saw that he had a gun straight to her back. I winced as I knew what was going to happen next. I heard the gunshot and turned my head and cried. The killer grabbed my hair and made me look at him. He had scars all over his face and was bald. This was the face that would show up in my nightmares. I couldn’t bare the sight of him. Not because he was ugly, because I just witnessed him kill my mother. I looked into his eyes and spit at him. He wiped the spit off his forehead and looked at me with hatred and with anger.
“You killed my mother!” I shouted.
“Don’t forget your father.”
I closed my eyes and wept. We made a promise my life for theirs. This was not the promise that we made. I couldn’t deal with this anymore.
“Why do you hate my family?” I questioned.
“They abandoned me as a child. We are related. I hate to tell you this but we are twins. They rather have you than me. We were three and you got sick. We went to the hospital and they left me with some strangers. They never came back for me. These people took me home and said my true parents didn’t want me. I cried and promised myself that I would get them back and my little poor sister too. Poor? I hate all of you. I hate them more than you. They left me you didn’t. Well after this my hatred will be put aside. I’m sorry little sis. Well not really. Goodbye.” He whispered in my ear.
I closed my eyes and turned my head for I wouldn’t see anything. My mother and father ran through my mind. I knew that my time here was over with. It was now my time to be with my parents. Goodbye everyone. I forgive you my brother.
Always intense, always enjoyable, Miss Chavez.
Delete“It was what seemed to be a normal day in Dunellen. All is calm, low traffic and very few pedestrians. When out of nowhere a 300 foot tall sloth marches into sight over Washington rock. The quiet little town turns into a screaming panic. People are rushing to their cars and speeding away. The sloth crosses route 22 destroying telephone lines, traffic lights and people’s cars. As the sloth reaches the border of town the Air Force sends in two F-35’s to combat the sloth. They fire everything they have but the sloth isn’t phased. The sloth falls flat on his stomach crushing many buildings in Dunellen. The jets thought victory was at hand and fled the scene. The people of Dunellen knew the sloth was very much alive and the battle must commence. The sloth had only taken a small break the sloth just lays over Dunellen for many days until the army comes to attempt and move this massive creature. When they try to move him they wake the sloth into a mad rage. They call for as much fire power as possible. They have tanks coming from the north, jets from the south and east and west there are bombing runs inbound. The sloth holds up quite a fight until the army loses enough men for them to call it quits and just abandon the creature. They have all their troops fall back and they drop one last bomb on the sloth. A bomb so powerful that the only way for it not to destroy the entire county would be for the monster to swallow it. They send in a single jet, controlled by computers, with the bomb to be swallowed by the sloth. The sloth sees the plane coming towards it and prepares to grab it. The sloth is intrigued by the plane and examines it for a while. Once he is no longer amused by the plane he throws it as far as he can.”
ReplyDelete“Excuse me sir, what happened to that plane?”
“The plane sailed far far away from the sloth. The plane crash landed here in Arizona and the crash site is now known as the Grand Canyon.”
“Wow I had no idea that actually happened!”
“Yea and don’t get me started on the dragon that causes all of the heat here.”
This is great. So wildly creative. You have an impressive imagination and a gift for storytelling.
DeleteThis summer I visited my cousin in Florida. I don’t get to see her a lot so I was really excited when my grandma told me she got me a plane ticket for Florida. My cousin didn’t know I was coming so it was a big surprise. I talk to her almost every day so it was really hard for me not to tell her I would be coming. I had to leave for the airport at 3:30 in the morning; I was so tired but so happy to be going. I was kind of nervous because I was flying alone, but I wasn’t the first time. I arrived in Florida at about 9 o’clock and my aunt was waiting there to pick me up while my cousin was still home sleeping. Once I got to their house I ran into her room to wake her up. She was so surprised to see me it was priceless. After that we went out for breakfast because I was so hungry. We talked about all the fun stuff we were going do while I was there and it was a lot since I would be there for two weeks. Out of everything I did in Florida going to Bush Gardens was my favorite thing. I saw a lot of animals there which was pretty cool like zebras which are my favorite, tigers, elephants; there was even a baby hedgehog. We also went on a little safari ride where we saw rhinos. There where tons of roller coasters and we wanted to go on them all but the lines we too long to wait so we only went on a four of them. My favorite roller coaster was this green one which kind of went underground. I really didn’t like the wooden roller coaster because it was really bumpy and I lost my sunglasses. Once my trip was over and I had to go back home, I was upset because I wasn’t going to see my cousin again for a while.
ReplyDeleteBush Gardens is awesome. My brother played drums in the Madagascar show there during the whole summer.
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ReplyDeleteOn my 18TH birthday I will be legally allowed to marry the man of my dreams, Trey Songz. My family and friends think I am crazy when I tell them I am going to marry an R&B singer but I know it is going to happen. I know the day we meet he will fall madly in love with me and we will have a gigantic wedding. On the day we get married, I want to have all of my family there. My big sister, Sarah, will be my maid of honor. The ceremony is going to be on the beach with white chairs and pink, sparkly ribbons on the back. My dress will be white, silky and breathtaking. I want to have the wedding of my dreams so I can one day be telling my kids how perfect that day was.
ReplyDeleteAfter the wedding, we will live in a mansion in Malibu. We will have three children, two sons and one daughter. I will stay at home and be a housewife, make sure my kids are taken care of and my house is clean. While my kids are at school, my husband and I will relax and take walks on the beach. We will have full tennis courts and basketball courts for when we have free time or when we have family over. I will make sure there is a guest house for my friends and family. My life will be a dream and I will live happily ever after with the man of my dreams.
He's so dreamy.
DeleteGoodbye summer, hello school. No more long summer nights with friends and family, no more, what felt like endless days at the beach and most importantly no more sleeping in late. Now it’s back to early mornings, lugging around textbooks and binders, and full days of hard work. It’s always hard to say goodbye to summer and to start up a new year. No one wants to say goodbye to free time from school. In the summer you’re free in a sense. You don’t have to worry about what assignments were due the next day, you are able to enjoy yourself with friends and family, at almost all hours of the day. The best part is that you can just be outside; enjoy the sun and all outdoor activities. Once school starts back up it’s all about hard work and you’re insanely packed with juggling everything that school and school activities have to offer. The best time of school is in the fall. I feel like everything is just better I the fall. Trees are prettier; with them filled with the leaves being orange, red, yellow, and green. You’re able to bring out the big comfy sweaters. The bright side is the weather, it’s not hot, and it’s nice and cool, never too cold. Football season is in full affect and it’s time for the games. Games are always so fun; everyone gets together and cheers for the team while wearing destroyer colors the cheerleader’s on the sidelines to get everyone in the cheering mood. The pep rally and bonfire is always the best. During the spring isn’t that bad either. The weather is just perfect like fall, not too cold and not too hot. Spring has a nice breeze to it. Flowers decorate the outside, with beautiful colors and all different types of flowers. Spring clothing isn’t bad either, nice light dresses can be worn, and clothes have nice pastel and fun colors. Most people are always in bright spirits which is the best.
ReplyDeleteI like school best in the fall too. There's something about that crispness that starts to get in the air. Nice job.
DeleteMy many years of waiting have deteriorated my memory. I am beginning to notice that the exact details in which surround the day I received the unfaithful promise have become clouded. I can no longer remember the events which led up to my request, but sadly; I still know that I have yet to receive my prize. The glorious bagel which was rightfully declared mine has not found its way into my possession. I still carry on, day by day, asking the ultimate question - when?
ReplyDeleteOn many occasions leading up to this day, I have had the fortunate opportunity to come across the criminal, the person who has continuously deprived me of my rights as a human being. During these events I ask: “When, when will I be appeased and given my bagel.” In all these situations I am responded to with: “Next time, I promise.” The depressing and undeniable truth is that next time will most likely never exist.
It has come to mind that perhaps it is time to let go of my delusional dream. Surrendering may be my only option, my only chance to relieve myself of the constraints which denial holds. My only quarrel with this idea is that it will give the villain the satisfaction of victory. He will cherish the feeling of conquering yet another innocent, naive individual. No, I must not let this happen. It is my moral obligation, my destiny, to fight back against tyranny. I will not let him win, I cannot allow it.
It is settled, on the third day from now, I will expose his deception. I have developed a masterful plan that will bring him to the attention of the public. I will flip the positions and force him on the end of my trickery. By the completion of the day, I will know the feeling of victory. I will know the feeling of for once, being a champion.
This guy sounds like a really evil person...
DeleteAfter a long summer, today I walk in through the Dunellen High School student entrance to start off my first day of school for the fourth time since I became a freshman. Something is different today from other first days though, today is my last “first day” and to be frank, I don’t know how I feel about this. I walk in and see both familiar faces and new ones. I see tan and taller versions of the students I’ve associated with for the last three years. I see freshman who are excited to finally be in high school. I also see quite a few who, like I was one day, seem to be nervous about it. I remember being nervous about the upperclassmen, because as a shy person to feel a bit intimidated is inevitable. Today the roles are switched though. I am a senior; I am the one who knows how the school functions, I know all the rules by heart, I know the consequences for bad behavior and the order in which they are given, and I even know that the least convenient staircase to take is the traffic-jammed middle one no matter how far the ones off to the side may seem. I’ve grown used to this environment and the teachers at Dunellen High School. I was new to Dunellen High School only three years ago, but as of now I feel as if I’ve been here forever. I am not sure if what I’ll miss is the small size of this school or if it’s just the fact that I know how everything functions around here but the thing is…I’ll miss it. Sooner than I can imagine, I will find myself filling out college applications, federal aid applications, and doing all sorts of things that will pave the way for my depart from Dunellen High School. After a long summer, I walk in through the Dunellen High School student entrance to start the ending of my journey in this place.
ReplyDeleteI like this a lot. You have a very natural style as a writer. I look forward to reading your work.
DeleteHi, well you already know me. I’m that Van Ness that everyone always teases and I’m apparently easy to fake fun of and everyone catches on pretty quick but whatever. Anyway my life has not changed at all except for the fact that Stephen and Sarah are both out of the house and I have to actually talk to my little brother Matthew. Over the summer I worked at my cousins vet clinic for two weeks. I saw a lot of surgeries and got to give shots, take blood and do other things that normal people would think are disgusting. I loved it there though, it was a lot of fun and I love animals so it was right up my alley. Also I worked at this amazingly fun camp called Camp Harmony. Now the title is corny to some people but the camp is extremely fun and I loved working there. Now for school I do Tennis, Concert band, Jazz band and Pep band. Yes I am a band geek. I just love playing instrument and music is my life well and animals. Tennis is one of my favorite sports. I love playing tennis and I play it competitively but I also love playing tag football with my cousins and I love archery. Also something that I’m interested in is joining the army. Everyone is surprised when I say that because I’m tiny and I’m not the army type, but I’m actually interested in the Army. I figured out you can be an Animal Care Specialist in the Army and I got really excited.
ReplyDeleteLet’s see now for favorites. When school starts there are always a list of favorites so the teachers can know you…well all mine are exactly the same. Favorite book: Divergent, favorite movie: Star Wars, favorite TV series: Doctor Who…ok maybe not all of them but my favorite color (Blue), favorite food (Italian), favorite subject (Biology), favorite stuff to write about (Fiction) and favorite thing to do: (Tennis) are definitely all the same. When I write I like to let my mind explore the possibilities and different stories like ones that you have to think about or ones that are filled with adventure.
P.S-(Chuck I'm gonna beat you this year I promise.)
Nice to meet you again, Miss V!
DeleteIt all happened sixty days after the first Mardi Gras. A young bean farmer from Ontario, Canada woke up barefoot and angry. Why? Well you would have to ask his fellow farmers who pranked him.
ReplyDeleteThey liked to do this once each year, but this year they kicked it into high gear.
Craig Ferguson was the bean farmer’s name and he had the shortest term memory in all of Canada. In fact, it was included in the yearly census directly below the shortest tap dancer. He was always honest with people, but he began to take advantage of his condition when he used it as an excuse for all of his chores. He would even use it to get out of fulfilling his duties on the bean farm. Naturally, his farmer friends grew angry, and thus began the yearly pranks.
This prank was by far the worst because Marlin and Martin were the masterminds behind it, and they had serious connections with a group of nomads named Tricky and Shasta. Shasta owned a large wagon and the horse that pulled it was possibly the craziest horse North America had yet to see. Martin had talked to Tricky—who was the most reasonable of the two—and asked if he would mind bringing Craig to a large town right along the Rio Grande. Once Tricky agreed, Martin and Marlin made sure to take Craig out to the local pub and get him completely blasted. Therefore, unable to tell up from down, Craig was easily convinced to hop in the wagon. He continued to sip on a mysterious bottled liquid in the back of the wagon for the remaining six hour travel. Shasta and Tricky then took Craig to the local pub and sped away in their wagon, never to be seen by Craig again, although Marlin made sure to keep in touch via smoke signals.
All that can be said of Craig’s evening is that he will never be forgotten in that large town on the Rio Grande. Locals have said that he led eighteen successful conga lines, helped a goat give birth to twins, and even punched a blind man directly in the face, leaving him able to see. When he woke the next morning, he knew who was responsible for this. It took him around two years to find his way back to the bean farm.
This is hilarious. It's very clever. I love the short term memory as a way to get out of chores. This piece is like what it would be like if an intelligent person had written the treatment for The Hangover. Nice job.
DeleteThe coughs throughout the compound were piercing. Well, “piercing” wasn’t exactly the right word, because instead of something sharp and distinct like a needle breaking the skin, it rather felt like the dull end of a pickaxe mercilessly impaling itself into your ribcage. Though the only known symptom of the shrouded epidemic was almost perpetual coughing, the concept was no less harrowing. There was never any blood. All it ever was was the warm, contaminated air pouring out of damaged lungs.
ReplyDeleteHe had been sent to the densely populated, but rural area to report on the situation for a nationwide newspaper. The sign on the front door of the clinic read “refuge;” safe enough to provide hope, but vague enough to at least try to protect people from the idea of a quarantine. The compound where the afflicted individuals took refuge to be taken care of was an old airplane hangar where each dreadful sound echoed as if to mock them, reminding them of the almost certain doom.
It was clear he wasn’t from the area. He had a certain air of being that clashed with the way of life there. Not only that, but he wore his press pass around his neck, bearing his credentials and the logo of the newspaper. From that, the victims knew they were being reported on. It’s a classic sociological experiment to see how people behave when they knew they were being watched, especially in such a situation as this. All at the same time, they knew that he was their only shot at appealing to the masses. Maybe through his influence, doctors would come from all around the world to lend their aid. Certain, more proud individuals only saw him as a nuisance. They stared at him with narrow eyes and used their middle fingers to adjust their glasses or wipe their eyes. They viewed as an intruder. He could hear them condescendingly sneer at him “we don’t need your help” or “you don’t belong here.”
I love this. Your commentary on the ambiguity of language in the one section, your reference to Foucault's Panopticon, great stuff.
DeleteThey say that if you can be patient and strive towards something, that you can always achieve that something that you want. But how often is it that we get that genie in a bottle effect where you get what you asked for, but not what you really wanted.
ReplyDeleteAnd maybe sometimes we feel like we’ve gotten gipped simply because what we got isn’t exactly what we’d hoped for. Maybe you’ve had that special thing you want before, and what you have now just doesn’t feel the same. Maybe your expectations are too high. And maybe now they always will be.
It’s easy to believe that maybe once you’ve found what you were looking for, when you lose it, you can never get it back.
But maybe it’s not that what you now have isn’t good enough. Maybe if you can forget about what you had in the past, you can have that thing you really want.
This is kind of a bummer, honestly.
DeleteThe silence of the night was stunning, yet alarming at the same time. Not a single tell-tale noise of a forest could be heard. No owls hooting, no bugs buzzing, only silence. He looked around the moonlit clearing he stood in, utterly terrified. There was no way that it wasn’t still right on his tail.
ReplyDeleteWhatever it was, he couldn’t get away from it if he kept running through the forest. It knew the trees and the trails way better than he did. Whenever he’d turn around, it’d be the same distance away as the last time he looked. No closer, no further, just as far away. He knew it was toying with him.
He took off straight ahead of him, knowing there was no use in trying to juke it out when it was in the trees with a bird’s eye view of him. He had to find a road, a car, hell even a cabin would work. All that he needed was something where it couldn’t keep its eye on him, something where he could bring it down to his level and maybe have some type of chance at taking it down. That or have a chance at catching him off guard and running away.
Yeah, that sounds much better.
Just as he was starting to run out of breath, he caught sight of an old burnt down cabin to his left. Of course he wouldn’t be able to hide anywhere inside, but maybe he could fool it and play dead? Probably not, but he was way too tired to keep going. Dying this exhausted was bad enough, he was willing to end it with a little bit of air back in his lungs. He braced himself against a tree and then pushed off towards the cabin in a full sprint, hearing the thing right behind him.
Very cinematic. Are you going to continue this?
DeleteHappiness. Happiness is viewed differently by everyone. It is only measured by each individual. Happiness is intangible, like beauty. Beauty cannot be held, but it is rather something that can be felt or seen. As the well-known idiom, “beauty is in the eye of the beholder”, happiness can be explained the same way. The only way to measure happiness is from perspective. Emotions in general are not easily explained to others, and it is why happiness is so personal. Happiness may be the most important thing in life. Finding what makes me happy and being able to do it is what would make me consider my life successful. My fear is that I will not find happiness. At my age I have realized that the first step in being happy is knowing that happiness comes from inside. Through experiences I have found other people bringing me happiness. Personally, nothing has yet felt better knowing that other people care about you enough to make you happy. Soon I faced a situation where I realized that it is wrong to leave your happiness in other people’s hands. What happens when they are gone? You’ll be left with nothing. No matter what the reason may be, it is impossible to be certain that of someone’s presence in your life. Everything changes which is why to reach happiness you first need strength. I want to be strong enough to know what I deserve and to deal with anything I may encounter. In the near future, I fear college. Because I don’t know what I want to do with my life I find myself faced with many questions. I don’t know what college to go to because I don’t know what I am going to study. As of now my goal is to find what makes me happy, and step by step I know I will be able to figure everything out on my own.
ReplyDeleteThis is very philosophical. I agree with your thought process.
Delete2014 is a very important year for me. What I’m looking forward to this year mostly is graduation; Dunellen has taught me a lot from when I first moved in 5th grade. I like the way my schedule is, I love that I could go out for lunch but this year will be a year to remember. After this year is done I will have to start my life of an adult. My goals in life are to pursue anything that I desire. This will be the final year in Dunellen for a while due to me going to join the marines. I am going to miss a lot from Dunellen; my friends, my family and all the people that have made me the person I am today. This will be the last year I will be able to do many things on my own. After I join the marines everything will be different, I look forward to it but at the same time I don’t. Joining is going to be a huge obstacle, but in the end I believe it’s going to turn out great. I always told myself, “Whenever I’m going through hard times just remember that there is someone else going through a harder time. I should be grateful for what I have to go through and everything that I will learn from that obstacle.” After this year is over a lot of things will change; change isn’t always good but it’s something we have to go through to become a successful person at what you do and what you love. Everyone always asks, “Are you sure this is what you want to do? There are a lot of other things you can do.” My response is always the same, I always just say that it’ll be a great new experience and that whatever comes my way to be careful because I won’t let anyone or anything stop me from accomplishing what I want.
ReplyDeleteSenior year is one of the best - enjoy it while you can. Good luck in the future.
DeleteSeeing this person makes me feel awkward. Having to see them every morning now is just weird. We went from not seeing each other every day to now seeing each other every morning. Also the fact that he said that to me this morning was stupid because I didn’t even do anything to him than he is not going to talk to me but then he will touch my head in the halls acting like everything is okay. I don’t understand it at all. I also don’t deserve to be treated the way I have been treated the past two years. I deserve to be treated like a princess, and with respect. Not like I am just some other girl and that I mean nothing to you. I would never do anything to hurt him, I may say stupid things but I would never do something as bad as what the rest have done to him. He can’t take out everything that others have done to him on me because, I have been there and even though I left a couple times I came back to him. Even through all the fighting, yelling, tears, and arguments that we had I stayed around and I’m still around and I will always be around no matter what is going to happen in the future. It just goes to prove that I won’t leave; we can get through everything no matter how long it takes. Through everything that happened I stayed with him and my feelings for him may never change. I won’t let other people come between us because we are better than that. But I feel as if people tell him things about me that gets him to not trust me and start saying things that are not true, and I hate that he always believes them.
ReplyDeleteEveryone deserves to be treated with respect; intelligent of you to realize that early in your life.
DeleteOnce upon a time there was a diner. This diner was dirty and old and kind of smelled like mildew on rainy days. The inside was a 50’s style with waitresses on roller blades and dressed in poodle skirts. One of those waitresses was a girl called J. Her friends called her J, her co-workers called her J and even her names tag said J…just J. In school, a friend of hers was able to hack the computer system and type her name in as Jay. This was because every time a teacher saw the single lettered name, they saw it as a typo and skipped over, which can get annoying. Jay was seventeen years old, earning minimum wage but she was doing it like it was nobody’s business. She worked six days a week and everybody knew her because everybody came to the mildew-smelling diner. It was the best restaurant in their puny town, even if it didn’t seem that way. Jay worked there so she could earn her way out of that town and into a better life. She was an orphan and was stuck in an over-crowded orphanage just outside of town. She hated the place; it was crowded, hot, and loud and there was a fight three times a day which took hours to end completely. At night, you could hear the little ones crying through the walls and sometimes the boys would try and play pranks while you were sleeping. Jay was one of the eldest there so now that screaming and running around was no longer fun, she couldn’t stand it there. She’s been there her whole life and loved the workers but (just to make sure you understand) just not the building itself. It was difficult to study and when she got home from work, exhausted, she would just end up ending feuds and changing diapers. She had longed since gave up the hope of being adopted, people only want the cute babies. She did everything she could, when she could, to make sure the kids looked cute on adoption day. Then she would just march up the stairs to her bedroom. Her eighteenth birthday was coming up soon and then she’d get kicked out. She had hardly saved enough money to board in college, social services didn’t cover that much. The day before her birthday, she was packing her bags, getting ready to live in the back of the diner, when a soft rasp on the door distracted her. It was the end of the house, Mr. Robinson. He sat down with her and gave her lecture about how she was one of the hardest working people he knew. He continued about how much she loved and knew all the children so well and that they would all miss her terribly. Just when she thought he was going to say he would miss her or that she could come and visit whenever she wanted, he stopped talking. He looked at her for a while and smiled before offering a part time job and permanent room and board there. Jay’s face split into the biggest smile Mr. Robinson had ever seen. She nodded frantically because no matter how much she hated the building it was home and this was her family.
ReplyDeleteLove the description of the diner. I've always wanted to work at one of those.
DeleteOkay so I have to write 300 words. Doesn’t seem to hard right? WRONG! This is extremely difficult like right now my mind is drawing a blank. Okay maybe not a complete blank, but it isn’t conjuring up anything interesting. Ugh I just looked at the word count and it was only 40. This is depressing, like uber depressing. I say the word like a lot. Hmm that’s a habit I’m going to have to break. I want a pet tea cup pig in the future. I know that’s random, but hey it’s my free write isn’t it! Isn’t it? I’m not sure anymore. I don’t even think I’m the one typing this. Really I’m just looking at the screen and these words are appearing. I used to write actual pieces of art when I got these things. I don’t know what happened. I think it’s because of the heat or maybe because I’m lazy. I’m going to put it more on lazy because it’s pretty cold in here. Any who, back to me wanting a piggy. So yes I want a pig and I will name him Ferri. I know it’s not an awesome name like Topaz or Gerald or Skylar. I might name him Skylar now or Ryder. I want him to be either all pink, black, or have the spots on him. It could be awesome because when I walk him people would be like “oh look at me and my dog walking”. Then I’ll just look at them and say “No one cares about your dog! Pigs are all the rage this year”, then sashay away with my piggy. And that is enough of piggy talk so uh yeah I have no idea what to put now. I like music…. a lot. I love to write stuff I’m actually in the process of doing 4 stories. I get bored with one so I tend to jump over to another. A terrible habit yes I know but it gets my creativity juices flowing. I love to dance! Yeah dancing is the bomb diggity yo! When I see ballet dancers hit the stage it’s like boom! Look at that awesomeness over there, wow! And I noticed that I reached 300, yay me! *has a small victory party* I actually went over…by a lot. But who cares I don’t, yay me! Okay I’m going to go now peaces outtie home skillet slice of biscuit.
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DeleteThis summer was a crazy ride. In March, my uncle passed away from a heart attack, leaving my cousin with no father. My cousin Taylor was completely devastated. Since Taylor’s dad worked for the company of the apartments they lived in, they were able to live at the house for free. But since he passed away, they were not allowed to live there anymore. So, this summer we went house hunting with them. We wanted to get out of the house we were living in. so we found this house and it was really small, there was six of us moving into a house together, there was no way we would all be able to fit in it. Then we found another house, it was big and beautiful. There was just enough room. We ended up not getting the house which was very disappointing. We then started losing hope. We were starting to run out of time because Taylor and her mom needed to be out of the house by the end of July. We then found this white house, it was big and perfect, the kitchen was huge, and there were five bedrooms. It was perfect. We pleaded to have the house. We told them the entire story of what happened. They said they would call us if we got the house. Three weeks went by and nothing about the house. It was the end of July and Taylor was about to go live in a house in Middlesex. My mom went on her email and saw an email from the people. WE GOT THE HOUSE!! We were so relieved and happy to get the house. I really enjoy living with them. They are so much fun to live with. We also have the best neighbors ever. When we saw them for the first time, we realized that we knew them. They have two little daughters, a four year old and a ten month old. They are so cute and funny. This summer was so amazing and I loved it, but it still hits me that my uncle is gone. My Uncle Pat will always be missed and forever in our hearts.
ReplyDeleteThis is heartbreaking, but I'm glad there is a happy ending.
DeleteIt has only been one week since school started and I already feel incredibly stressed. It is such a challenge to balance school, homework, work, and a social life. Looking back on it now, as a senior, I feel as though I did not make the absolute most of the past three years in high school. I honestly wish I could go back to freshman year and take advantage of all the free time I had then and make better use of it. Although I am excited to graduate and commence a new chapter of my life, it is an overwhelming thought that graduation day is not as far as we think it is and time is quickly running out. It isn’t for another nine months but they will pass by so fast and I am afraid that it would be too quick for me to even enjoy.
ReplyDeleteI have matured and changed, positively and negatively, both, academically and personally since the first day of freshman year. I did not quite expect to be at the point where I am now, as I do wish I would have worked harder and done better academically, but I am glad that I have made it this far and now plan on making my final year the best thus far. I have lost and gained many friends throughout these years and am quite content with the people that are currently a part of my life. I am currently working on not only finishing the year on a very positive note, but also trying to figure out what it is that I want and how I am going to achieve it. Soon enough I will be filling out college applications and preparing myself to be out in the “real world”, meanwhile, I am working on being able to balance it all and having an amazing year.
You seem like you have matured into an intelligent young lady.
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ReplyDeleteI feel like I don’t belong in this school. The people here are too caught up in being ‘popular’ or keeping up with the latest trend. I am more laid back, and more interested in being myself and doing what makes me happy. I don’t care about the latest fashion or the newest music out there, I’d much rather dress in clothes that express my character and listen to music that I can relate to. Most of the music out school listens to has no morals. its just a bunch of jumbled crap, talking or rapping about sex, drugs and 'hoes'. I for one, listen to music that has a purpose, a meaning; far beyond the world that any of these ‘pop stars’ are trapped in. A Day To Remember, Pierce The Veil, Falling in Reverse, Sleeping With Sirens; actual artists who actually sing and actually play REAL music. But that’s weird, right? Because there’s no auto tune, no computer-made tunes. Call me weird, but I like it. I like being different. The music i listen to is an expression of who I am, nothing less and nothing more. And this school is full of drama. Dunellen is such a small town- everyone knows who everyone is, and it’s nearly impossible to escape. I cannot wait until the day where I can finally move away. I'm not sure if this is 300 words yet cause I'm typing on my phone but lets hope my rant filled the requirement. That is all.
Being an individual is much more rewarding in life, in my opinion anyway. I feel the same way about music as you do.
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ReplyDeleteIt’s too hot for school and our budget is like five dollars. And I’m really fat so I sweat through all my shirts and then I look gross. And no good movies have come out in forever, what am I supposed to watch the same ten movies that are good that I’ve already watched. Jaws is the best move for sure. “We need a bigger boat” HA! Classic. We should throw out the Christian religion and go back to Norse mythology, that was cool. And it didn’t contradict its self as much. No that I’ve probably offended people, let’s move on!
Cats are better than people by like 100%, no question about it. I like cat’s mostly because they’re not people. I like Miley Cyrus for who she is, but her music and image sucks. Like stop, I get it you’re trying to be wild and different but that’s enough. Jon Mayor isn’t good ever, not even on occasion. In the 60’s why wasn’t smoking bad for people? If I had a nickel for every time someone complimented me on my looks, I would have earned 0 dollars. I don’t know why I’m not taking this seriously, reddit killed my imagination. Well probably the entire internet. But it was Facebook that killed my faith in humanity. The volleyball scene in Top Gun was really lame.
If I could use a picture to describe my life, it’d be this:
http://cyclejunkie80.deviantart.com/art/You-tried-gif-click-ok-345565705
Ha! Tumblr is great, but my blog is really lame I only have 10 followers.
I’m like dog with a blog.
If you’ve read this far into my free write, I only have three questions for you. Why? Why would you do this to yourself? And How have you not had a brain aneurysm yet?
Snoop dogs music is pretty alright
A lot of Christian holidays are actually quite similar to the Norse ones.
DeleteI can't believe it's my last year of High school. It just feels as if I was entering my first day of school as a kindergartener, those are just far distant memories right now. I remember feeling as if I was never going to get out of John P. Faber School being stuck there from Kindergarten all the way to 5th grade. I remember going through the various changes entering Lincoln middle school, it really felt like a whole different level that I really didn’t fully understand. Things weren’t such a breeze back then, for me that’s when things started getting harder. The transition from elementary to middle school really didn’t sink in with me yet. Just when I thought I had everything down boom I entered Dunellen High school as a freshman. By then it wasn’t too big a change for me I realized it was really time for me to get serious school wise. It was a struggle my first year, but I was able to go onto becoming a sophomore. Sophomore year for me had to be one of my more enjoyable years of High school classes weren’t really too tough for me I was having fun just experiencing everything school had to offer. That feeling turned right around when entered my junior year. I’m not going to save I loved or enjoyed my junior year but I didn’t hate it either. I will say it has been the most difficult year of my High school career thus far. One class that I will always dread and I have a feeling that I haven’t seen the end of is Chemistry just because I hate it so much. For whatever reason I was never able to get a click or understanding of the class and when I did it was time to move to a new topic. It’s only the beginning but I am very curious to see what senior year has in store for me.
ReplyDeleteJunior year is always the hardest year of high school - it's not just you.
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