What is one of your bad habits? Invent a character who has the bad habit, but a much worse case of it than you have. Write a story where this habit gets your character into trouble.
It’s not that I can’t stop; it’s that I don’t want to stop. I live off of the thrill and sense of power I get from it. I’m looking authority and the rules in the face and saying “screw you!” I feel so much better and more than what I really am when we do this. There are three of us; me and my two closest friends. Well, they’re more like sisters to me and me to them. That’s why we can do this together, we are so close that there’s no judgment. You do what you have to and what you want to. None of us really come from families of money. Since our families don’t have much money, we have jobs that pay us minimum wage and payments that need to be made. These payments are barely covered by minimum wage and sometimes they can’t even be made. It’s not the worse there is but it’s not the greatest either. Every time we go out shopping, we like to bring extra big bags. We walk around and anything little we see, and like, we just place it in our bags. We like to save money for the phone bill, or gas. We aren’t stupid about it; we are actually pretty smart about how we go about it. We go to parts of the store with no cameras, we browse and while one does it, the others make sure no one see’s or we split up to evade suspicion. It’s easier at the mall; we go into the fitting room, stuff the clothes in our bag and leave what we didn’t take. No one cares enough about three, unimportant girls to take notice. I’m Kelsey; my friends are Lizzy and Alex. Lizzy is better at it than Alex and I combined. She has this aura of confidence and it just makes her ten times better at everything she does. Sometimes, I can get the slip on her and it kind of becomes a competition. At the end of the night, we all like to count what each of us got. The one with the most wins. There’s no prize, no jealousy. We understand that we are thieves and that no one should be proud of that. But we try to turn it into something more than the results of desperation. We weren’t stealing things because we were greedy. Before I discovered this ability, I only owned one pair of jeans, one pair of sweats and one pair of leggings. Don’t even get me started on my socks. Lizzy could never go out with our other friends unless someone paid for her. Yea, she has a job but it couldn’t cover necessities and luxury. Alex couldn’t afford much, but especially not groceries. She was always hungry but she kept it to herself. Now, she never has to be hungry again. Lizzy can relax and go out without feeling guilty (something she deserves more than most). I can wear clean clothes more than once a week. Now to my story, the one about how someone cared enough to notice.
We were out doing our usual thing. We were having a girl’s night, so we needed to save money for gas and dinner. We were planning on picking up a couple movies and whatever else caught our eye. We all went our separate ways, phone in hand, to get what we needed/ wanted and then go. I didn’t like doing it alone… it was nerve racking but it was the safest way. I grabbed a few movies and then went to find Alex. She was in the dressing rooms; I walked over and asked her if it fit well. She said no and acted like she didn’t like what was in there. It was all an act; it was like another life where we could afford anything. This habit was a blessing, an escape from the tragic reality. I left Alex to herself and went off in search of Lizzy and found her in the toy section. She was trying to pick something for her little brother and was obviously having a difficult time. When I asked about it, she said that her bag wasn’t big enough so I offered up my own. We turned to go back to Alex and that’s when we saw her running. I knew we were screwed but I reached for my keys anyway. Lizzy and Alex are athletes, more than I can say about myself. They have legs that cease to fail them. My legs, on the other hand, have a hard time when it comes to running. While Alex and Lizzy sprint in fear of their future, I lagged behind. I tossed the keys up to Alex and pushed myself to keep going. But it was too late, a hand wrapped itself around my upper arm and I came to a halt. Lizzy looked behind and stopped too, Alex followed her lead. They didn’t have to stop, they could’ve kept going but they didn’t. When they searched our bags, they were astounded at what we almost got away with. One of the employees recognized us and checked the cameras. They would have called us repeat offenders but we had never been caught before. They called our parents and then called the police. They didn’t have to call the police but they did anyway. My mom was angry that they called the police. My dad was angry that his daughter had steeped to such a low level. Lizzy, Alex and I only got probation but it was still on our record. The judge said that if we get caught again then its jail time for us. Next time, we just won’t get caught.
Alternate assignment (Based on the Vampire Diaries)
“Damon please! They’ll die without your help!” I stare into his frighteningly blue eyes and hope to conjure up some humanity out of him. He gently moves a strand of hair out of my face and gives me a mocking smile. “Oh Elena I thought you learned. I don’t care. They’re going to die sooner or later. Why not get it over with sooner?” “You can’t be serious. Don’t you feel anything? I know Stephan thinks you’re a monster, but I refuse to believe that. If you didn’t care then why would you save Bonnie? Why would you stay?” I ask, crossing my arms. His smile falters and he looks above my head at the moon. I pull his hand into mine and turn his face down so that he’s looking at me. “Damon you don’t have to be like this, pretending that you don’t feel anything. They need your help, Stephan does.” I can tell that I’m getting somewhere with him. I’m removing his hard shell piece by piece, getting closer to the Damon that was long forgotten. He holds my hand tighter and is about to say something when it all snaps back. His grip on my hand loosens and his mocking smile returns to his face. “Okay I’ll help them with one request. You have to leave Stephan and come with me.” I’m frozen with shock. I was so close to reaching Damon and now it’s all lost.I can tell by his face that going with him is the only way. Oh Stephan, what will he think? He’ll think I betrayed him like Katherine did. “Fine, but Stephan won’t let you.” I say stubbornly. “He won’t let me? My little brother is in no shape to fight me even with blood. I’m sorry dear but neither of you have a choice.” “Damon ple-” “Let’s go, now.” he says. His lips pull back in a snarl to reveal his pointed canines. “Before I change my mind .” He throws me over his shoulder and waits a moment , using his mind to search for Stephan and the others. Once he finds them he sets off away from my house and into the woods.
In every school everyone has the same rules no swearing and everything else. Cindy had a horrible swearing habit that she could not stop. She would get in trouble at home for it she would slip up at school, but most of the time she would get lucky where the teacher does not hear her. She tired everything she could to help at least cut back on her bad habit, but everything she did it didn’t help her at all. Her parents tried to ground her to help her learn a lesson and get out of swearing, but that didn’t help. She knew she needed to stop before she got into too much trouble especially at school. Her biggest fear was to get in trouble at school for swearing. Every day she went to school speaking less and less so she wouldn’t slip, but some day’s she just couldn’t. The one day she slipped she regretted it. She was sitting in history and talking to her friends, she slipped and the teachers herd her. He finally had enough of her slip ups and was tired of letting it go. “Cindy” he yelled. She slowly turned around and kept her head down. “Go down to the principal’s office right now, I will call him and he will know why you are there, so you don’t have to explain.” He yelled again. She got up grabbed her backpack kept her head down and walked out of the classroom. As she walked to the principal’s office she kept her head down and was almost in tears because she really needed to have her bad habit under control and the one time she slipped, her worse fear came true. Her bad habit of swearing has got her in trouble because she could not control it.
Amber sat in her room listening to music. She was a senior in High school and she was excited to graduate and start her life. But Amber had a problem that her mother addressed to her more than once and that was that she rarely handed in her assignments. She always had a hard time doing it and she has failed classes in the past because she doesn’t do her work. But this year, it is different because she is about to graduate. If she doesn’t do her work and she fails her classes, she could miss out on her graduation and she is going to stay back. But Amber sat in her room and listened to her music. She left her book bag on the floor and the thought never came to mind that she should pick it up and do her math homework or study for her Forensic test that was counted as a really big grade for the end of the year. Amber didn’t realize that she is going to be staying back and she is going to have to repeat senior year. Her mom walked into her room and looked at her. Amber took the headphones out of her ears and looked up at her. Amber’s mom took a deep breath and then said “Did you do your homework?” Amber shook her head yes and put her headphones back in. Amber’s mom knew she was lying because she can tell that her book bag hasn’t been touched. Amber’s mom got up and took the headphones out of her ears and told her to do her homework. Amber shouted at her “I did my homework” and her mom looked at her and said “I know you didn’t. Don’t you dare lie to me.” Amber grabbed her bag and ripped out a piece of paper and gave it to her mom. Her mom looked at it and it looked like it was part of her homework. “Now do you believe me?” Amber said with attitude. Amber’s mom shook her head and gave her back the paper and the headphones and walked out of her room with Amber slamming it behind her. A week later, Amber got her test back in Forensics and she found out that she failed it. She was so destroyed over it because she had to explain to her mom that she won’t be graduating this year with the rest of her classmates. Later that night, Amber and her mom were sitting down for dinner and Amber told her mom what had happened. Tears started to go down Amber’s moms face because she was disappointed in her. “I was really hoping this wouldn’t have happened to you, but it did,” her mom said as she stood up to start washing the dishes. Amber put her plate in the sink and she ran upstairs into her room. A couple of days went by and Amber went to the graduation to watch her friends graduate. It was hard for her to watch because she wanted to be up there so bad. Amber swore to herself that she wouldn’t fail another class next year and she later graduated. But nothing felt the same.
Lila was a 14 year old girl from the state of Minnesota. She didn’t have many friends and throughout her life she moved every single year to a different state. She didn’t keep communication with most of her old friends not because she didn’t want to, but because her classmates didn’t want to be friends with a girl like her. She was a tall girl, caramel skinned, with beautiful long blonde curly hair. All the guys were always attracted to her. But as soon as they found out what she loved to do, they would immediately fall back. The reason her parents always wanted to move was because they always found better opportunities. They were money hungry people and were in love with the idea of always getting more and more money. They didn’t really care for their kids other than; have they eaten and if they need anything essential. They mostly cared about themselves. Lila had an older brother named Liam and a younger sister named Mariah. The parents were always so focused on work that they wouldn’t care about their kids’ education and how they are getting through at school, which was pretty sad, because education is so necessary and important in today’s world. They were the type of family that would always get judged and spoken about because of their way of living. It seems to have been that each child had a type of problem within themself. Liam was always out with friends and doing who knows what. He came home late all the time and smelling like alcohol and cigarettes. He was constantly sneaking friends in his home without his parents knowing, enough though they probably wouldn’t even notice, with them always being so focused on work. The younger sister, Mariah was only 10 and she was getting into very bad habits in school, like not doing her homework and worrying on things that weren’t as important on school things whatsoever. Her teachers always sent mail home insisting for they to have a conference with the parents. They were all ignored and never responded to. But back to Lila, she was more focused on school other than her brother and sister. Her favorite subjects were Sciences and Mathematics. One afternoon, after school, Lila came home, made herself something to eat and fell asleep for a little bit. When she woke up, she said to herself, “Where am I? Who am I?” it came to be that she was sleep walking, but she opened the mirror storage and took two of her mom’s sleeping pills. Hours later, her mom needed pills herself, but she wouldn’t take as many pills as she did that night. When she came into the bathroom, she came to find out her daughter asleep on the bathroom floor with a pocket knife in her hand and cuts on her wrist. Lila’s had been cutting herself in her sleep because of her serious depression. Not only in her sleep but while being awake as well. Kids at her schools knew that she cut herself because they would see the scars on her wrists when she would need to change for physical education. At schools, you can imagine how fast rumors spread and because of that, nobody wanted to be her friend. At school everyone knew what she did, but at home, no one had the slightest clue of what was going on with Lila until that night. If her mother didn’t get to the bathroom on time and called 911, Lila could’ve been minutes away from losing her life. Her bad habits of cutting herself got her in trouble with herself within. She was really close to those minutes before everything happened to those being the last minutes she lived. After that night, both parents realized, being at the hospital that they need to focus more on their kids. All kids received therapy, but Lila of course, more intensely. They all started to straighten out their lives & moved to a different state as well, AGAIN, to start all over again but start off better.
There are many types of habits out there, good and bad. But Luis did not have a good habit he had a bad one. He was in the habit of clutching his hand and cracking his fingers at all times. Luis was a junior in high school that was six foot six and he was very intimidating. Mostly when he would look down on people then clutch his hands cracking his fingers. Luis had a best friend named Steven that would hang out with him all the time. Steven was usually scared Luis because he always thought that he would get beat up by Luis so he would always stay on his good side. However one day Steven and Luis got into a serious argument. When all of a sudden Luis stood up straight, looking down on Steven and Steven looking up on him Luis clutched his hands and cracked all his fingers.
“I am out of here” said Luis I do not want to argue.
“Oh my… I thought I was done for. I legitimately thought you were going to fight me.” Steven said gasping for air.
“No I would never fight you, are you crazy you are my best friend.” Luis stated.
“Well you need to stop clutching your hands and cracking your fingers because it looked like you wanted to fight.” Steven warned him. But it was already a habit Luis had no way of stopping it. Luis continued to do it for day, weeks, and months. One day Luis looked at a ninth grader while he did his thing, the bad habit in the hall while switching classes. So when he in his class halfway through that class he got called down to the guidance office. The guidance counselor was telling Luis not to want to start fights. But Luis was confused and was saying he had no idea what she was talking about. Therefore she said a ninth grader came up to me in fear saying that a really tall student wanted to start a fight. When she said start a fight it clicked in Luis’s head and he began to explain that it is just a habit of his to clutch his hands and crack his fingers that he did not want to fight him. The guidance counselor let him leave with no punishment because it was understandable. However Luis while walking home got in it deep. He was walking down the street when he turned over clutching his hand while cracking his fingers and made eye contact with a stranger. So the guy followed Luis for a couple blocks until the coast was clear and then he ran up at Luis and pushed him. Luis was startled and was saying why would you push me I did nothing to you. Then the guy answered him back by saying that Luis had made eye contact with him looking like he wanted to start a fight. But Luis tried to explain but it was too late they were in a full out brawl.
*Alright, just one more try- one more game and then I’ll start getting ready.* I had been lying in bed all morning, my hands glued to my phone and my eyes locked on the screen. Flappy Bird was more than an addiction- it was becoming a terribly bad habit, and one that I could not seem to shake. It seemed that with each passing day my scores got worse, along with my addiction that was immensely growing. There was something about the game that was just so enticing, something that kept dragging me back; I couldn’t stay away from it, no matter how hard I tried. Flappy Bird was the most addicting, yet most tedious game in the app store. Whoever the creator is, must have been a genius because the game revolves around a little yellow bird that you have to steer out of the way of Mario-like tubes, and as soon as you hit one- game over. It is the most pointless game, but somehow it drags its downloaders in. Anyways, this game had been eating at me for days. I couldn’t seem to get past a measly score of 26. It seemed as if all of my friends and classmates were far beyond my marking point, and I felt left out of the action. But now, it was nearing half past seven in the morning, and I would have to leave for school within the few minutes that I had left to get ready. Not only was this game an addiction, but also was it a huge distraction and burden on my everyday life. Leaving for school every morning was a struggle; I had to fight the urge of playing Flappy Bird, and instead force myself to get up and drive to school. School was a drag, and the time I could have spent playing Flappy Bird was being interfered by my learning. There was a ‘no phone’ policy in my school, and so fighting urges was a terrible struggle. *Just a few more hours- a few more hours until I can play Flappy Bird again. It’ll be worth the wait, don’t cave in now.” But my hands moved faster than my mind, and within seconds my phone was right back out in and I was instantly locked into Flappy Bird. “Rob, is that a cell phone I see?” *F@&*! I didn’t think she could see me.* “You know you’re not allowed to have cell phones in this school,” She continued, “I’m going to have to confiscate it from you. Please make your way to the principal’s office, you know better than that, Rob. “ I didn’t know what to say. Flappy Bird had just gotten me a weeks’ worth of detentions, and now my mother would have to come in and get my cell phone back. This game was, in fact, ruining my life. I made a promise to myself that I would delete the app off of my cell phone as soon as I got it back, whenever that was going to be.
It’s not that I can’t stop; it’s that I don’t want to stop. I live off of the thrill and sense of power I get from it. I’m looking authority and the rules in the face and saying “screw you!” I feel so much better and more than what I really am when we do this. There are three of us; me and my two closest friends. Well, they’re more like sisters to me and me to them. That’s why we can do this together, we are so close that there’s no judgment. You do what you have to and what you want to. None of us really come from families of money. Since our families don’t have much money, we have jobs that pay us minimum wage and payments that need to be made. These payments are barely covered by minimum wage and sometimes they can’t even be made. It’s not the worse there is but it’s not the greatest either. Every time we go out shopping, we like to bring extra big bags. We walk around and anything little we see, and like, we just place it in our bags. We like to save money for the phone bill, or gas. We aren’t stupid about it; we are actually pretty smart about how we go about it. We go to parts of the store with no cameras, we browse and while one does it, the others make sure no one see’s or we split up to evade suspicion. It’s easier at the mall; we go into the fitting room, stuff the clothes in our bag and leave what we didn’t take. No one cares enough about three, unimportant girls to take notice. I’m Kelsey; my friends are Lizzy and Alex. Lizzy is better at it than Alex and I combined. She has this aura of confidence and it just makes her ten times better at everything she does. Sometimes, I can get the slip on her and it kind of becomes a competition. At the end of the night, we all like to count what each of us got. The one with the most wins. There’s no prize, no jealousy. We understand that we are thieves and that no one should be proud of that. But we try to turn it into something more than the results of desperation. We weren’t stealing things because we were greedy. Before I discovered this ability, I only owned one pair of jeans, one pair of sweats and one pair of leggings. Don’t even get me started on my socks. Lizzy could never go out with our other friends unless someone paid for her. Yea, she has a job but it couldn’t cover necessities and luxury. Alex couldn’t afford much, but especially not groceries. She was always hungry but she kept it to herself. Now, she never has to be hungry again. Lizzy can relax and go out without feeling guilty (something she deserves more than most). I can wear clean clothes more than once a week. Now to my story, the one about how someone cared enough to notice.
ReplyDeleteWe were out doing our usual thing. We were having a girl’s night, so we needed to save money for gas and dinner. We were planning on picking up a couple movies and whatever else caught our eye. We all went our separate ways, phone in hand, to get what we needed/ wanted and then go. I didn’t like doing it alone… it was nerve racking but it was the safest way. I grabbed a few movies and then went to find Alex. She was in the dressing rooms; I walked over and asked her if it fit well. She said no and acted like she didn’t like what was in there. It was all an act; it was like another life where we could afford anything. This habit was a blessing, an escape from the tragic reality. I left Alex to herself and went off in search of Lizzy and found her in the toy section. She was trying to pick something for her little brother and was obviously having a difficult time. When I asked about it, she said that her bag wasn’t big enough so I offered up my own. We turned to go back to Alex and that’s when we saw her running. I knew we were screwed but I reached for my keys anyway. Lizzy and Alex are athletes, more than I can say about myself. They have legs that cease to fail them. My legs, on the other hand, have a hard time when it comes to running. While Alex and Lizzy sprint in fear of their future, I lagged behind. I tossed the keys up to Alex and pushed myself to keep going. But it was too late, a hand wrapped itself around my upper arm and I came to a halt. Lizzy looked behind and stopped too, Alex followed her lead. They didn’t have to stop, they could’ve kept going but they didn’t. When they searched our bags, they were astounded at what we almost got away with. One of the employees recognized us and checked the cameras. They would have called us repeat offenders but we had never been caught before. They called our parents and then called the police. They didn’t have to call the police but they did anyway. My mom was angry that they called the police. My dad was angry that his daughter had steeped to such a low level. Lizzy, Alex and I only got probation but it was still on our record. The judge said that if we get caught again then its jail time for us. Next time, we just won’t get caught.
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ReplyDelete“Damon please! They’ll die without your help!” I stare into his frighteningly blue eyes and hope to conjure up some humanity out of him.
He gently moves a strand of hair out of my face and gives me a mocking smile.
“Oh Elena I thought you learned. I don’t care. They’re going to die sooner or later. Why not get it over with sooner?”
“You can’t be serious. Don’t you feel anything? I know Stephan thinks you’re a monster, but I refuse to believe that. If you didn’t care then why would you save Bonnie? Why would you stay?” I ask, crossing my arms.
His smile falters and he looks above my head at the moon. I pull his hand into mine and turn his face down so that he’s looking at me.
“Damon you don’t have to be like this, pretending that you don’t feel anything. They need your help, Stephan does.”
I can tell that I’m getting somewhere with him. I’m removing his hard shell piece by piece, getting closer to the Damon that was long forgotten. He holds my hand tighter and is about to say something when it all snaps back. His grip on my hand loosens and his mocking smile returns to his face.
“Okay I’ll help them with one request. You have to leave Stephan and come with me.”
I’m frozen with shock. I was so close to reaching Damon and now it’s all lost.I can tell by his face that going with him is the only way. Oh Stephan, what will he think? He’ll think I betrayed him like Katherine did.
“Fine, but Stephan won’t let you.” I say stubbornly.
“He won’t let me? My little brother is in no shape to fight me even with blood. I’m sorry dear but neither of you have a choice.”
“Damon ple-”
“Let’s go, now.” he says. His lips pull back in a snarl to reveal his pointed canines. “Before I change my mind .”
He throws me over his shoulder and waits a moment , using his mind to search for Stephan and the others. Once he finds them he sets off away from my house and into the woods.
In every school everyone has the same rules no swearing and everything else. Cindy had a horrible swearing habit that she could not stop. She would get in trouble at home for it she would slip up at school, but most of the time she would get lucky where the teacher does not hear her. She tired everything she could to help at least cut back on her bad habit, but everything she did it didn’t help her at all. Her parents tried to ground her to help her learn a lesson and get out of swearing, but that didn’t help. She knew she needed to stop before she got into too much trouble especially at school. Her biggest fear was to get in trouble at school for swearing. Every day she went to school speaking less and less so she wouldn’t slip, but some day’s she just couldn’t. The one day she slipped she regretted it. She was sitting in history and talking to her friends, she slipped and the teachers herd her. He finally had enough of her slip ups and was tired of letting it go. “Cindy” he yelled. She slowly turned around and kept her head down. “Go down to the principal’s office right now, I will call him and he will know why you are there, so you don’t have to explain.” He yelled again. She got up grabbed her backpack kept her head down and walked out of the classroom. As she walked to the principal’s office she kept her head down and was almost in tears because she really needed to have her bad habit under control and the one time she slipped, her worse fear came true. Her bad habit of swearing has got her in trouble because she could not control it.
ReplyDeleteAmber sat in her room listening to music. She was a senior in High school and she was excited to graduate and start her life. But Amber had a problem that her mother addressed to her more than once and that was that she rarely handed in her assignments. She always had a hard time doing it and she has failed classes in the past because she doesn’t do her work. But this year, it is different because she is about to graduate. If she doesn’t do her work and she fails her classes, she could miss out on her graduation and she is going to stay back. But Amber sat in her room and listened to her music. She left her book bag on the floor and the thought never came to mind that she should pick it up and do her math homework or study for her Forensic test that was counted as a really big grade for the end of the year. Amber didn’t realize that she is going to be staying back and she is going to have to repeat senior year.
ReplyDeleteHer mom walked into her room and looked at her. Amber took the headphones out of her ears and looked up at her. Amber’s mom took a deep breath and then said “Did you do your homework?”
Amber shook her head yes and put her headphones back in. Amber’s mom knew she was lying because she can tell that her book bag hasn’t been touched. Amber’s mom got up and took the headphones out of her ears and told her to do her homework.
Amber shouted at her “I did my homework” and her mom looked at her and said “I know you didn’t. Don’t you dare lie to me.”
Amber grabbed her bag and ripped out a piece of paper and gave it to her mom. Her mom looked at it and it looked like it was part of her homework. “Now do you believe me?” Amber said with attitude. Amber’s mom shook her head and gave her back the paper and the headphones and walked out of her room with Amber slamming it behind her.
A week later, Amber got her test back in Forensics and she found out that she failed it. She was so destroyed over it because she had to explain to her mom that she won’t be graduating this year with the rest of her classmates. Later that night, Amber and her mom were sitting down for dinner and Amber told her mom what had happened. Tears started to go down Amber’s moms face because she was disappointed in her.
“I was really hoping this wouldn’t have happened to you, but it did,” her mom said as she stood up to start washing the dishes. Amber put her plate in the sink and she ran upstairs into her room.
A couple of days went by and Amber went to the graduation to watch her friends graduate. It was hard for her to watch because she wanted to be up there so bad. Amber swore to herself that she wouldn’t fail another class next year and she later graduated. But nothing felt the same.
Lila was a 14 year old girl from the state of Minnesota. She didn’t have many friends and throughout her life she moved every single year to a different state. She didn’t keep communication with most of her old friends not because she didn’t want to, but because her classmates didn’t want to be friends with a girl like her. She was a tall girl, caramel skinned, with beautiful long blonde curly hair. All the guys were always attracted to her. But as soon as they found out what she loved to do, they would immediately fall back. The reason her parents always wanted to move was because they always found better opportunities. They were money hungry people and were in love with the idea of always getting more and more money. They didn’t really care for their kids other than; have they eaten and if they need anything essential. They mostly cared about themselves. Lila had an older brother named Liam and a younger sister named Mariah. The parents were always so focused on work that they wouldn’t care about their kids’ education and how they are getting through at school, which was pretty sad, because education is so necessary and important in today’s world. They were the type of family that would always get judged and spoken about because of their way of living. It seems to have been that each child had a type of problem within themself. Liam was always out with friends and doing who knows what. He came home late all the time and smelling like alcohol and cigarettes. He was constantly sneaking friends in his home without his parents knowing, enough though they probably wouldn’t even notice, with them always being so focused on work. The younger sister, Mariah was only 10 and she was getting into very bad habits in school, like not doing her homework and worrying on things that weren’t as important on school things whatsoever. Her teachers always sent mail home insisting for they to have a conference with the parents. They were all ignored and never responded to. But back to Lila, she was more focused on school other than her brother and sister. Her favorite subjects were Sciences and Mathematics. One afternoon, after school, Lila came home, made herself something to eat and fell asleep for a little bit. When she woke up, she said to herself, “Where am I? Who am I?” it came to be that she was sleep walking, but she opened the mirror storage and took two of her mom’s sleeping pills. Hours later, her mom needed pills herself, but she wouldn’t take as many pills as she did that night. When she came into the bathroom, she came to find out her daughter asleep on the bathroom floor with a pocket knife in her hand and cuts on her wrist. Lila’s had been cutting herself in her sleep because of her serious depression. Not only in her sleep but while being awake as well. Kids at her schools knew that she cut herself because they would see the scars on her wrists when she would need to change for physical education. At schools, you can imagine how fast rumors spread and because of that, nobody wanted to be her friend. At school everyone knew what she did, but at home, no one had the slightest clue of what was going on with Lila until that night. If her mother didn’t get to the bathroom on time and called 911, Lila could’ve been minutes away from losing her life. Her bad habits of cutting herself got her in trouble with herself within. She was really close to those minutes before everything happened to those being the last minutes she lived. After that night, both parents realized, being at the hospital that they need to focus more on their kids. All kids received therapy, but Lila of course, more intensely. They all started to straighten out their lives & moved to a different state as well, AGAIN, to start all over again but start off better.
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ReplyDeleteThere are many types of habits out there, good and bad. But Luis did not have a good habit he had a bad one. He was in the habit of clutching his hand and cracking his fingers at all times. Luis was a junior in high school that was six foot six and he was very intimidating. Mostly when he would look down on people then clutch his hands cracking his fingers. Luis had a best friend named Steven that would hang out with him all the time. Steven was usually scared Luis because he always thought that he would get beat up by Luis so he would always stay on his good side. However one day Steven and Luis got into a serious argument. When all of a sudden Luis stood up straight, looking down on Steven and Steven looking up on him Luis clutched his hands and cracked all his fingers.
“I am out of here” said Luis I do not want to argue.
“Oh my… I thought I was done for. I legitimately thought you were going to fight me.” Steven said gasping for air.
“No I would never fight you, are you crazy you are my best friend.” Luis stated.
“Well you need to stop clutching your hands and cracking your fingers because it looked like you wanted to fight.” Steven warned him. But it was already a habit Luis had no way of stopping it. Luis continued to do it for day, weeks, and months. One day Luis looked at a ninth grader while he did his thing, the bad habit in the hall while switching classes. So when he in his class halfway through that class he got called down to the guidance office. The guidance counselor was telling Luis not to want to start fights. But Luis was confused and was saying he had no idea what she was talking about. Therefore she said a ninth grader came up to me in fear saying that a really tall student wanted to start a fight. When she said start a fight it clicked in Luis’s head and he began to explain that it is just a habit of his to clutch his hands and crack his fingers that he did not want to fight him. The guidance counselor let him leave with no punishment because it was understandable. However Luis while walking home got in it deep. He was walking down the street when he turned over clutching his hand while cracking his fingers and made eye contact with a stranger. So the guy followed Luis for a couple blocks until the coast was clear and then he ran up at Luis and pushed him. Luis was startled and was saying why would you push me I did nothing to you. Then the guy answered him back by saying that Luis had made eye contact with him looking like he wanted to start a fight. But Luis tried to explain but it was too late they were in a full out brawl.
*Alright, just one more try- one more game and then I’ll start getting ready.*
ReplyDeleteI had been lying in bed all morning, my hands glued to my phone and my eyes locked on the screen. Flappy Bird was more than an addiction- it was becoming a terribly bad habit, and one that I could not seem to shake. It seemed that with each passing day my scores got worse, along with my addiction that was immensely growing. There was something about the game that was just so enticing, something that kept dragging me back; I couldn’t stay away from it, no matter how hard I tried. Flappy Bird was the most addicting, yet most tedious game in the app store. Whoever the creator is, must have been a genius because the game revolves around a little yellow bird that you have to steer out of the way of Mario-like tubes, and as soon as you hit one- game over. It is the most pointless game, but somehow it drags its downloaders in. Anyways, this game had been eating at me for days. I couldn’t seem to get past a measly score of 26. It seemed as if all of my friends and classmates were far beyond my marking point, and I felt left out of the action. But now, it was nearing half past seven in the morning, and I would have to leave for school within the few minutes that I had left to get ready. Not only was this game an addiction, but also was it a huge distraction and burden on my everyday life.
Leaving for school every morning was a struggle; I had to fight the urge of playing Flappy Bird, and instead force myself to get up and drive to school. School was a drag, and the time I could have spent playing Flappy Bird was being interfered by my learning. There was a ‘no phone’ policy in my school, and so fighting urges was a terrible struggle.
*Just a few more hours- a few more hours until I can play Flappy Bird again. It’ll be worth the wait, don’t cave in now.”
But my hands moved faster than my mind, and within seconds my phone was right back out in and I was instantly locked into Flappy Bird.
“Rob, is that a cell phone I see?”
*F@&*! I didn’t think she could see me.*
“You know you’re not allowed to have cell phones in this school,” She continued,
“I’m going to have to confiscate it from you. Please make your way to the principal’s office, you know better than that, Rob. “
I didn’t know what to say. Flappy Bird had just gotten me a weeks’ worth of detentions, and now my mother would have to come in and get my cell phone back. This game was, in fact, ruining my life. I made a promise to myself that I would delete the app off of my cell phone as soon as I got it back, whenever that was going to be.