Derrick Lopez R.I.P

Derrick although I was not your closest friend. I know we were still friends, I miss you a lot, it's not fair that you had to go, 90 year olds have strokes everyday and they live you were only 18 and you die. I don't understand why, dead or alive you are always in my heart, love you forever & always D-lo. Abby misses you to, I cried a lot the first day i heard you were gone forever but I think i'm still in that stage they call denial. But she isn't in denial anymore something clicked and she hasn't stopped crying sense. On facebook over 30 people including me wrote posts about you, so don't think you weren't loved becsue there are a lot of people who loved you. Abby's status said that you were the best big brother she could ever have, you weren't jsut a great brother you were a great friend and an overall great guy. We all love you and you will always be in our hearts. The one thing that gives me joy though is knowing that later in time we will all reunite and chill with jesus himself up in heaven, and have everything just perfect liek it used to be. Love you derrick have a nice sleep, your going to need it, to deal with me :)

Love is the only thing left in the world.

Love is the closest thing we have to magic.

Love can make you laugh; love can make you cry.

Never give up on someone you can't go a day without thinking about.

We were given: Two hands to hold. To legs to walk. Two eyes to see. Two ears to listen. But why only one heart? Because the other was given to someone else. For us to find.

So it's not gonna be easy. It's going to be really hard; we're gonna have to work at this everyday, but I want to do that because I want you. I want all of you, forever, everyday. You and me... everyday.

To fall in love is awfully simple; to fall out of love is simply awful.

Some of the greater things in life are unseen thats why you close your eyes when you kiss, cry, or dream...

“"A girl asked the guy she loves, "Am I pretty?" and he said, "No." She asked again, "Do you like me?" again, he answered, "No." She tried again and asked, "Do you want to be with me forever?" once more, he said, "No." Lastly, she asked, "Would you cry if I walk away?" he answered, "No." She'd heard enough and started to leave. As she walked away crying, he grabbed her arm ever so gently and told her to stay. He said, "You are not pretty, you are the most beautiful person I've ever laid eyes on. I do not like you, rather I love you with my whole heart. I do not want to be with you forever, but I need to be with you until the end of time. And if you ever walk away, I will die..."”

Love is the seventh sense, which destroys all the other six senses.

LOVE: a wildly misunderstood although highly desirable malfunction of the heart which weakens the brain, causes the eyes to sparkle, cheeks to glow, blood pressure to rise, and lips to pucker.

True love never dies, it only gets stronger with time.

I'm jealous of everyone you've ever been with because when they held you they were holding my entire world.

Love is like heaven, but can hurt like h***.

Love is as much of an object as an obsession, everybody wants it, everybody seeks it, but few ever achieve it, those who do will cherish it, be lost in it, and among all, never, never forget it.

The course of true love never did run smooth

If your love was all i had in this life; the would be enough until the end of time.

To the world; you may be one person, but to one person, you may be the world;
you're my one and only.

It's the way you make me smile, when i don't even want to laugh.

Sometimes the only part of my life that makes sense is the part I share with you.

Love comes unexpectedly.

She said, "you're crazy", he said, "only for you, baby".
Find a guy who calls you beautiful instead of hot, who calls you back when you hang up on him, who will lie under the stars and listen to your heartbeat, or will stay awake just to watch you sleep... wait for the boy who kisses your forehead, who wants to show you off to the world when you are in sweats, who holds your hand in front of his friends, who thinks you' re just as pretty without makeup on. One who is constantly reminding you of how much he cares and how lucky he is to have YOU... The one who turns to his friends and says, thats her...


The best thing about me is you.

The couple that fights the most is the one most in love... it shows they care enough to notice the other one screwed up and care enough to mention it to the person so they can fix it. When you stop fighting it means you stopped caring.

Love is like friendship on fire.

I never told you.

I miss those brown eyes
How you kiss me at night
I miss the way we sleep

Like there's no sunrise
Like the taste of your smile
I miss the way we breathe

But I never told you
What I should have said
No, I never told you
I just held it in

And now,
I miss everything about you
Can't believe that I still want you
And after all the things we've been through
I miss everything about you
Without you

I see your brown eyes
Everytime I close mine
You make it hard to see
Where I belong to
When I'm not around you

It's like I'm alone with me

But I never told you
What I should have said
No, I never told you
I just held it in

And now,
I miss everything about you
Can't believe that I still want you
And after all the things we've been through
I miss everything about you
Without you

But I never told you
What I should have said
No, I never told you
I just held it in

And now,
I miss everything about you
Can't believe that I still want you
And after all the things we've been through
I miss everything about you
Without you.


- Colbie Caillat

Thank you.

God I just wanted to thank you for my dad. Thank you for at least giving me one good parent that i know loves me, one that is there for me when he can be since he lives so far away. Thank you for giving me an azmazing boyfriend, well ex boyfriend that will hopefully be a boyfriend again soon. Thank you for my amazing friends that help me get through all the crap, and look on the bright side of situations. Thank you for everything good you've done for me, im very upset that i didn't get to go to six flags because of my mom, but maybe you gave me her so that I could turn out stronger. Well it's working and has worked, thank you for everything and even when i'm mad and i feel like you've given me a curse I jsut wanted to let you know that I am still greatful and I can't wait to see you in heaven, when the time comes.

Why?

Grandma it's Taylor, I can't come visit you because we don't have enough money for plane tickets and you said no to a webcam because you don't want us to see you. Mom says you look really sick and your loosing a lot of weight, mom says your dieing and were pretty much just standing by and hoping for the best. We all know grandpa just died six months ago, and now you. Why grandma, Why do bad things have to happen to good people? Why can't I see you? I promise I won't laugh or make any funny faces and I won't try to cryin front of you, because I know that wouldn't help you. But grandma I just wish I could give you one last hug before you go, one last goodbye, one last smile, one last everything. Just so you know how much I love you and how much I will miss you when your gone. Stay strong grandma and fight through this if not for anyone for me, please grandma. I love you forever and always.

Sad.

Well im in school right now. Just got here from a really bad last 2 days and a really bad night last night. Everything sucks. And I don't get to go to six flags, I was so looking forward to this, i had so many plans but now it's all ruined. And it's all my mom's fault I don't want anything to do with her anymore I can't even stand to be in the same room with her for more than 2 minutes. She has no idea what she ruined this wasn't only the last chance I had to hang out with everyone before spring break, it was my last chance to fix a horrible mistake, that now I can never take back. but no now im here in school just sitting here doing stupid blogs and stupid random stuff, I also have a teacher that keeps yelling at me for nothing, I cna already tell that today is going to be another bad day, what a surprise.

End to Eigth Grade Year

Summer is almost here, the weather is getting warmer, the flowers are growing, the end to school is near. As i sit here and think about that there are only 3 and 1/2 of school days left, i feel nervous/happy. I mean don't get me wrong I am so happy for summer to be here and have no more school! But were already high schoolers, just the other day I was looking at my class schedule for next year and I realized I had to change Asa Clark Middle School to Pewaukee High school. That is crazy I’m already going to be a high schooler. It seems like we’re all growing up way to fast, time is just flying by. I have had a great time in Asa Clark Middle School, I have met some new friends and I have met some pretty great teachers. Although I do want to get out of here and get the summer started I know I will miss all the fun times I had in Asa Clark Middle School, all the assemblies, all the test no one wanted to do, all the laughs and fun. My 2 years at Asa Clark have been truly amazing. As my years at Asa Clark close, I now realize like I did awhile ago, I’m not a baby anymore and the older you get the more responsibilities you have. So while my last year at Asa Clark closes, I realize so does a lot of things, the times where grades matter, but not on a college application, classes matter but they won’t be setting you up for what you’re going to do for the rest of your life. But one thing I can say that will not come to a close is all the great people and great friends I have met along the way of my crazy journey starting at this school district in 4th grade. I thank all my friend and teachers for having a crazy but amazing time in the Pewaukee School District and may high school be a great journey as well. I will cherish and always remember my time here at Asa.

My weekend.

My weekend was pretty amazing.
To start off, I went to one of my friends michael mizia's house, and it was a blast we went on the trampoline, played games in the pool and went in his barn, where by the way he has four wheelers andd snow moblies. All the people there to start off were me, Joanie and Bianca. But then as the night went on Danielle, Amanda K and Chase R showed up. Amanda ended up haviung to leave so her mom picked her up and then it was me Danielle, Joanie, Bianca and Chase. But then one more person showed up Brad Nagel. IT was pretty amazing though because all Michael's beothers friends were therte to so it was like a party. Towards the second half of the night we watched the Hangover, one of my favorite movies, we made yummy popcorn in the popcorn machine adn we had ping pong tournaments. It was so fun, but it would have been so much more amazing if some other people that I had in mind came, but they didn't so it's okay it was still a pretty amazing night. Because then after I left michael's, me, Joanie and Bianca all went to Joanie's mom's house and sleptover. Then we woke up really early and Bianca had to go home, so we said bye adn then me and joanie tried to go back to sleep but that was a fail, and we couldn't so we just stayed up and took showers and got ready, and hungout. Then we went to the Waukesha Expo center for her mom's church thing. The car ride there was fun like always because we al;ways blast music and sing at the top of our lungs and yea it's pretty amazing. After the thing at the Waukesha Expo though we had another car ride whaich was once again amazing, to the pet store and there was this really cute puppy who looked like a little fur ball, and Joanie's mom was half tempted to buy it until we heard the price $620, for a dog! So we didn't buy the dog but while Joanie's sister, Michelle and her mom were playing with the dog, me and her explored the pet store. On our little adventure we saw fish, turtles, and a nasty tranchula spider that almost attacked us. Along with a visious bird that hissed at us when ever we came close to it. I don't know about you but i'm prettty sure cats hiss not birds. But after we had been totally freaked out by that, we were all hungry. So we went were cool people go to get food adn we went to the Dollar Tree, everything is one dollar. After we got done there we had a lot of stuff but it was all snacky stuff and we wanted some real food like a meal, so off to Taco Bell we went. Taco Bell was funny because, like always, Joanie's mom gets into deep conversation with the people ordering our food and becomes friends with them, it's pretty funny to watch. After Taco bell it was back to Joanie's Crib, I stayed for about an hour or two and then went home. Sadly I was supposed to go to a movie with her Raymond and Brooke. But I ended up not going. Then the best day of the whole weekend came up Sunday. First I woke up and I was really mad from not being able to doanytrhing the night before, I wa sbored to so there really isnt antything to do when your bored except go on facebook. So I went on facebook and then "he" was on one of the most amazing people I have ever met. We talked and talkes and eventually he was coming over and we were going to hang out. Yea that's waht I thought until my mom ruined everything and said no. But everything was all good becaue like 2 or 3 hours later i walked to Joanie's moms and then we walked downtown, and hung out with him, it was really awkward in the beggining becaue there were some poeple making it awkward. But at the end of the day everything was all good and everything turned out pretty amazing. BEfore I went to sleep I went on Facebook again, and talked to him again for like 2 or 3 hours. Then after that I went to sleep, knowing that nothing could ruin my day :)

You ARE good enough.

Girls are like apples on trees.
The best one's are on the top of the tree.
The boy's don't want to reach for the good one
beacuse they're afraid of falling and getting hurt.
Instead they just go gor the rotten apples,
on the ground that aren't as good but, easy.
So the apples on top think there is something
wrong with them, when in reality they're amazing.
they just have to wait for the right boy to come along,
and be brave enough to climb all the way to the top of the tree.

i love you guys:)

You're my Honeybunch, Sugarplum
Pumpy-umpy-umpkin, You're my Sweetie Pie
You're my Cuppycake, Gumdrop
Snoogums-Boogums, You're the Apple of my Eye
And I love you so and I want you to know
That I'll always be right here
And I love to sing sweet songs to you
Because you are so dear


I love youu :)

Love.

What is love?

- Love is friendship on fire.
- love is when, he/she is the last thing you think about when you go to sleep and the first thing you think about when you wake up.
- Love is that feeling you get in your stomach when he/she comes around.
- Love is knowing that person, knowing all there problems, flaws, imperfections but excepting them and loving them anyway.
- Love is when you can tell them anything no matter what.
- Love is when you always want to be with them, and the moment they leave you miss them so much, and you can't ge them out of you mind.

TO BE CONTINUED

The last two days we have went on career days. IT was kind of boring sometimes because to be honest some of the tours just talk to much. But I would have to say my favorite parts were, going to UWM and then eating out where we wanted, and of course the bus ride. The bus ride was my favorite because I had an amazing group and an amazing person sitting by me. And let's face it the bus ride is like half of the trip and everyone loves it becaue they c na sit next to who they want and talk to who they want about what they want. I can't wait for six flags! It's going to be so amazing. We get to go on the bus ride which is everyone's favorite part and then we just run free until lunch, then we run free some more and then go home, it's going to be an awesome end to eigth grade year. Although I can't wait for summer, I think im going to miss some teachers here, but at least I can visit. I do have to admitt that the two years I have been in asa clark it has been truley amazing.

Our table

Our table concludes of Sri, Brianitza, Taylor, Ashley, Joe, John and Bennett. It is an amazing table becaue were not loud, although we can speak our inds and hold a good conversation. We each have our own personalities joe being sort of annoying and making everyone want to leave can also make you pee your pants laughing. On the other hand Bennet is much different he like to speak his mind, but he's not loud or annoying he's kind of just Bennet. Sri is sort of quiet but he's not afriad to Joe to be quite when he is annoying him, he's also sort of the brain of the table, it's pretty awesome. John isn't quite he talks but he talks to Mrs. Reagles a lot, about school, about her love life ext. Brianitza is bubbly and sun, she will speak her mind, and she to can make you pee your pants laughing. Ashley isn't quiet towards the girls at the table, I mean she talks but she's known as the one who laughs a lot, at everything. It's pretty entertaining. When it comes to me though, I am definatley not the brain, I can make people laugh, I don't really try but yea, I'm sort of an oddball. All these personalities mixed together makes for one amazing table.

Warning Drinking can lead to major heartbreak and sadness..it's not cool.

Hey my name is tesha and i am currently an 8th grader. But not just any eigth grader an eigth grader who has had her heart broken. Not jsut like any other heartbreak, but bad heartbreak really bad heartbreak. It started with a typical girl falls for boy routine, I mean we have kind of always had a thing, well since the day we were passing "love notes" in 5th grade, yep that day in front of Mr. Myer's room was amazing. Anyway when I say we I mean me and Alex Kempen. But then something happened I don't know about him but I got this feeling that I haven't got with any other guy, I knew it was love. I spent forever hopeing tbat he liked me to and then when I knew he did we talked back and fourth and flirted all summer. When it came to school we started dating almost right away. My dream was coming true, he made everything better when it came to my family, or any of my problems he made everything better. Then in no time my birthday came up and I was with him all night, my mom even let me sleep over at his house. While me and him were laying together I could almost feel how much he seemed to love me. I can say to this day it was one of the best nights of me life, if I ould go back I would change some things but it was by far one of the best nights ever. Soon morning came and I woke up to him waking up and getting out of bed. So about 30 seconds later I got up. Some of our friends were qquestioning us saying things like
"What did you guys do"? or
" have fun"?
Just things like that it was whatever though, I just blew them off and ignored them for a little bit. It got later into the day and then it happened, the dare that would crush me, forever. There on his table was a huge bottle of his parents vodka. Suddenly after giving it a long stare I was dared to chug the whole thing pure, and it was 3/4 of the way full so you cna only imagine how much that was. SO I did it I chugged it, and everyone's eyes were on me cheering and smiling, I felt really good. But then within about 5 minutes I was really drunk. I mean I have drank vodka, beer, wine coolers every once and a while, but this time something was wrong. It didn't feel right, everything was moving really fast all around me adn my stomach churned. Suddenly I was on his chair by his TV and someone oushed me ovver so I was on the gorund. Finally I was feeling really sick and, yuck, i threw up, that had never happed before either, at least from drinking. Everything was moving so fast when suddenly, I ran to the bathroom and did what I had to do in there, it took a while because I just couldn't stop. Then out of no where everything went black. I woke up to the noise of our friends banging on the door for me to let them in, so i lodged my leg under the door so they couldn't because I didnt want anyone to see me right now. Then smash, they kicked the door in this is where everything goes black again. Again I woke up, but this time to ALex Kemper ( at the time my boyfriend) putting his door back on. I had no idea what was going on becuaae I forgot that the door was even kicked in until I got reminded by the ring of someone voice blaming it on me when i clearly wasn't. I just blew it off and went to lay on his couch I though that maybe if I layed down for a little bit it would ware off some. Suddenly once again everything went black I woke up to being burnt, by "our" friends ciggerete buds. Burns don't really hurt me that much I mean I can feel the heat, but that's about it. Except for the one where they burnt me on my hand right on my vain that one hurt. They still didn't care though in a 5 minute period I asked them about 15 times to stop burning me. Finally theey did after they each got to spit on me. That's when we had to go becaue his parents were coming home, this is also where I went outside.

I walked slowly down the road, alone, for about 1 minute until I was in a feild in front of his house, again I was throwing up, and aside from freaking out from being grossed out,I was scared I didn't know what was happening or what was going to happen. Once again everything went black and I woke up to the sound of skateboards skating down the road it took them about 15 seconds to get to me, I lifted my head to the blazing sun and then they were there saying.
" Alex Kemper broke up with you haha"
At this point in time I was bawling my eyes out. How could he do this to me I know I had made a terrible mistake but, I need him to help me right now. I love him, and he said he loved me to but this isn't love, not in my point of view anyway. I was crushed sitting in the feild cryinf becaue I couldn't get up. Finally one of my friends, being the only other girl that was in that house helped me up. She walked me downtown, and we went to the trails behind the choclate factory. I just wanted to rest so I eneded up sleeping, wellblacking out on a log for awhile. When I woke up to some people coming back there that were actually me friends, they didn't know what to do though but they could tell something was wrong because they were saying I looked messed up, even with my hair up and sunglasses on. Either way I needed to get out of here but then I was interupted by once again blacking out. Then even more people showed this time it was 2 people one I was really close to her name being Mary. They helped me up and walked me to the girl named marie's house, I layed on her couch and once again blacked out. I woke up to the sound of Marie's mother asking me if I had done drugs I replied no, well did you drink I replied yes. She said okay there there, I will get you some water, after giving her lecture anyway. Megan called my mom and she came and got me. When it comes to what happened I really don't remember. All I remember is going to my bed laying down and blacking out again. I woke up the next morning and I was what they call hungover bad. But all I could think about was Alex, and thinking about him and what he did brought me to tears. And to make the rest of this story short my mom was very angry I realized and she grounded me for the rest of the weekend. I honeslty didn't care though considering my heart had been crushed to a pulp. As time passed it was Sunday and I waited for tomarrow, the dreaded day were I would have to see him and all of his friends. Were alright now, he used to strongly dislike me for a long time, when if anyone should be mad it should be me. But I wasn't mad, not at him anyway. He finally got over this, and now were best friends. The only problem is I still love him and when i say love I mena it. I mean I always have but it was deep deep down like a month after we broke up and then when we stared hanging out agian, all the feelings came out again. But hopefully at least we can always stay friends. I love him so much, but I will never let him know it, I just wish he needed me as much as I need him. And that's the story of my biggest heartbreak.

Sping Break.

-Mall,friends
- Sleepovers
_ Hungout with friends.
_ Drove from wisconsin to illinios, illinois to indiana
_ Went to go see my dad.
_ WEnt bowling for my cousins birthday party.
_ Went to church.
_ Managed to get my phone cancelled so people and no longer text or call me.
_ Didn't think about school at all.
_ Went to a llama, goat and chicken farm.
_ Downtown.
_ And pretty much just had fun.
_ Didn' think about school at all. Until the last day of sping break.
_ Enjoyed the warm weather.
_ Disappointed by all the rain.
_ Beach.
_ Some drama not much.


Overall Spring Break was a blast and I absolutley loved it.

Summer Collage.

Summer Good times. Love.
Special children. Togetherness. Drama. Not school. No homework. sleepovers.
Shorts. Bikini's. Beach.
laughter. Lipgloss. Hanging out. Always something to do. Family.
Tanning. Swimming. Sunglasses.
Ice cream. Candy. Texting. Friends. Family. Hair. Inseperable.
MAke-up. Parties. sunshine. Happiness. Tears.
Boyfriends. Girlfriends. Music. Live. Laugh. Love. Moments you'll never forget.
Memories. Flip flops. slushies. summer flings.
Boys. Girls. talking. Up north. Dells. Pewaukee Lake. Towels. Tanning Oil.
Mall. Money. bobby pins. Pony tails. You and me. Cars. Driving. Blasting the radio. Dancing. Running. Walking. Love. Forth of July. Fireworks.
Having fun all day. Carefree. Live life. Another summer to live.Warm weather.
Promises. Hand shakes. Pinky swears. Hate. Never again. Forever adn always.
The best times of you life.

Kaylee.

Small little 2 bedroom cottage, with her 5 brothers and sisters. Growing up hasn’t been the easiest but the one thing she had to escape was music. When things got tough and no one else was on her side besides the almighty lord, she turned to what she knew best music. Her name was Kaylee Marie Peterson. She was a very talented and gifted girl. She sang like an angel, with a face to match. People would gather all around town just to see her sing in the local taverns and bars. The sad part was that she had all the talent and all the passion, man she loved music, a life without music was like no life at all. Yet what everyone is into now a days is money, they don’t care how passionate you are or how good you are they only want you for money, you’re like an ATM just waiting to run out of money so they can throw you out and say your no good anymore. It was also a shame because Kalyee never had that much money, she was always fighting to make end meet and pay rent when it was due. But she always found a way, her father died when she was 9 due to a major car accident. Now she lives with her mother, siblings and her “boyfriend” if that’s what you want to call him. A more proper name would be a freak that just follows her around like a puppy dog, they were on and off all the time considering he beats her, even in her own house for her brothers and sisters to see. She tried to always cover they evidence and make up excuses to calm everyone’s worries but being me, her best friend I knew exactly what was happening and the worst part is there was nothing I could do about it. I just had to watch her get beat everyday, new wounds for me to help her clean and new bones I watched her break, it was hard.
She always ran back to him for some reason though, I didn’t understand it this thing she calle “love”. I though love is when you are there for that person no matter what and you care for them, you always there for them and no matter what their flaws you learn to forget it and just love them for who they are. That’s what I thought love was but according to Kaylee she had a different picture, she always used to tell me “I can’t leave, I love him.” The thing that kills me though is everything she did was wrong he was always right and she was always wrong and rather she admitted she was wrong or not he would find some rhyme or reason to beating her. He hated her singing that she did and what she wanted to become all her hopes and dream were just jokes to him. She always used to get this sparkle in her eyes when she told me what she wanted to do she told me she wanted to go to New York and make it big. She was just a small town girl trying to make it big in the big city, the problem was no one had money to get her there. So she still hasn’t gone she’s just stuck in this washed up town of nothing for now. IT also doesn’t help when he was beating her every night I didn’t know what to do so I didn’t do anything. I watched this go on for 2 years, didn’t say a thing to no one cause she made me promise and cross my heart that I wouldn’t tell no body. This was hard for me but I wasn’t no liar I would keep my promise until the one day it cost me.
She was at home “sick” from school, but I already knew what was really going on Dominic ( her “boyfriend”) had beat her up the night before and he got her in the face a place she couldn’t cover up so she wasn’t going to show up to school the next week or so. This killed me because not only was he ruining her life at home, her dreams but no her education. It’s just so hard to watch your best friend go through something like this I was thinking about her all day and what I was going to do right after school when I got to her house, until the phone in Mr. Larson’s room rang. He talked to the person on the phone for a while and then sadly looked at me and told me he needed to talk to me. So we stepped outside. He was silent for a long while and then, he told me.
He told me that Kaylee was found at the end of the stairs, according to his story she fell. She was in the hospital and she is in critical condition. We went back in the classroom and I waited, waited for that stupid bell to ring it seemed like time itself was almost coming to a stop when suddenly the bell. I rushed to the hospital, ran up to kaylee’s room and saw her there all black and blue, burns all over her a cast on her left leg and to top it off wrap around her head where they sewed it back together because it got cracked open. When I saw this I broke down crying, I felt as if this was my fault sure I didn’t literally do it, but I could have said something to someone, and now it was to late, she only had a 25% chance of pulling through. The hardest part though was seeing her on the ventilator, this tube they shoved down her throat so that it could breath for her, this was hard to see because Kaylee has always been a really strong girl mentally and physically. Now I see her on a bed laying motionless with machines keeping her alive, I was in complete shock. How could I have let this happen to her.
Suddenly the doctor tapped my shoulder telling me it was okay to visit now, they could take the tubes out for maybe just 2 minutes but that’s it. So I rushed in to her room and hugged her very gently so I wouldn’t hurt her my face with streams of tears still coming down IK told her I was so sorry and how it was my fault I could have helped. Then she told me that I was the best friend she ever had and to not feel guilty because it wasn’t my fault, then she said I love you, and remember I will always be with you no matter what. Almost as if she knew, we gave each other one last hug, then suddenly I heard a loud flat beep. The machine monitoring her heartbeat had a straight blinking line across it, I didn’t know what to do or think so I screamed for help. All the nurses rushed in, they tried everything but Kaylee was gone, this time for good. How was I going to tell her family. Through all my anger and sadness though I could find a little happiness because for a split second it’s almost like I felt KAylee standing right next to me telling me everything was going to be alright, and not to worry. Almost as if she was right there watching over me like a guardian angel.

"The Notebook" good quotes

So it's not gonna be easy. It's going to be really hard; we're gonna have to work at this everyday, but I want to do that because I want you. I want all of you, forever, everyday. You and me... everyday.

I could be fun, if you want. I could be pensive, uhh... smart, supersticious, brave? And I, uhh, I can be light on my feet. I could be whatever you want. You just tell me what you want, and I'm gonna be that for you.
...You're dumb.
I could be that.

TO BE CONTINUED.... (not finished)

Life.

Life it’s an extraordinary thing.
Many of us are too worried about what
People with think or we limit ourselves because of other people.
Well my grandpa always used to say your never promised tomorrow.
So live your life to the fullest and don’t let anyone bring you down.
Follow your heart, and live, laugh love.
When the day comes to a close thank god,
That you got today and pray and ask him for tomorrow.
Because you are never promised tomorrow.
Life is like a shooting star it beautiful and glorious
It seems it will glow for all eternity but in an instant
It’s gone.

Why?

Dear God why do people have to die.
I mean yea okay everyone has to die but why at the worst times.
They say everything happens for a reason, well god how come you
Had to take him away so early? I wanted him to see me live my
Life. See my do all the things I wanted to do in life and make
Him so proud of me. Well god they say you can do anything.
So can you do this for me? Can you tell my Grandpa how much I loved him.
And that I’m very sorry I couldn’t say goodbye. That I’m sorry for all the
Times I was mean to him or didn’t listen. Just let him know that,
I can’t wait to get up there and see him. Tell him that
Our bond is unbreakable and that I’m still here.
And I still need him so if he’s out there human or not
Could you tell him to stop by and say hey? Well thanks,
For listening and understanding because most people
Don’t do either. It was nice talking to you bye, friend.

A little kid...in the big bad school

A little kid all alone in this big bad school, I am forced to have no fun and not talk and sit forward in my seat and be silent all day. I’m 5 to be exact and what 5 year old can do that, right? All the teacher does is talk and talk and talk I can’t take it and no one can understand what she’s saying because she’s straight from Brazil, sometimes she even starts speaking her own language at me. Hello lady this is America we speak English, but in her case I guess it wouldn’t matter anyway. She’s going to be our sub for the next 5 months because our real teacher broke her leg or something, this is bad real bad I can’t take it. I just want to get up and leave. I mean I’m not dissing nap time or color time or anything but who does she thinks she’s fooling by giving us the same picture to color everyday and we only get 3 colors and there all ugly. We get yellow which reminds me of having to go to the bathroom, brown and reminds me of the same thing and we get orange, I think this women likes torturing little kids for a living. And if you complain about anything or ask to many questions smack, a ruler, will hit your desk so hard you don’t even think about asking another question for the rest of the day. Well most kids are like that anyway but when it comes to me I refuse to take this, I’m very stubborn and I say what’s on my mind so here goes nothing.
“Why don’t you just stop it” I said
“ Excuse me?” She said
“ He’s my friend and you keep picking on him he didn’t do anything so stop being such a butthead!”
“To the office now!”
“Fine, I will see you later”
As I left the whole class was clapping for me which made me feel good but made the teacher very upset, and she went ballistic on the other kids and hey I was going to the office anyway so why not give her a taste of her own medicine. She was sitting down at her desk and I grabbed a yardstick from the back of the room and in the middle of her lecture about how that wasn’t nice and blah blah blah I smacked that ruler right on her desk about five times while screaming,
“ You like that?” “ This is how we all feel every time we ask you a question because we don’t understand, and we complain because you won’t help us.”
“Get out and go to the office, now!”
“You have to take me!, Were not allowed to go by ourselves, duh”
“Class I’ll be right back”
As we marched down to the office, I was absolutely in tears, bawling and being very over dramatic because I was a kid that didn’t like the office. I would always try to avoid it because to me, that was a place where bad kids were sent who did bad things and were mean and bad people. When we finally arrived my face was soaked with tears and my eyes were very red and poofy, I could see in the Secretary’s eyes that she understood that my teacher was mean and she felt bad for getting the principal for her but she had to do what she had to do. Finally the principal came out and waved me on to come into his office. I was petrified when I walked in there was almost nothing in there. There was a paddle in his corner (that he never used people just said he puts it there to scare you) and his desk and a bookshelf, also the off whiteness of the walls kind of not only grossed me out but I felt like I was going to puke, I was freaked out. Then all of a sudden he started to talk his voice sounded scary alike to my uncle my favorite person that was an adult in the world, and it was strangley comforting which helped me calm down a lot.
“ Hello, Taylor I’m Principal Wishart”
“Hi” I said while still whimpering
“ Why did you have to come and see me today?” He said
“ Because my teacher was being mean to my friend and making him cry and I got mad so I called her a butthead”
“ Oh, I see.”
“ You seem very upset”
“ I am because I don’t like being in the office it makes me feel like a bad kid and that makes my family disappointed when I’m bad, especially my uncle, dad and cousins who are very important to me and when they are disappointed it makes me feel really sad.” I said trying not to burst out bawling.
“ Well Taylor I’ll make you a deal if you go upstairs with me and give a sincere apology to your teacher, Mrs. Rodriguez, that’s all that will happen and your parents won’t get called or any of that junk”
“ Okay, but what does sincere mean”
Principal Wishart laughed and as he did this I tried to laugh with him to cover up how scared I was that my family would get called and then I would be in big trouble.
“ It means say your sorry and mean it, and not laugh it off or anything like that”
“ Oh, but I’m not sorry, and my dad always says to never lie”
He laughed so hard at this he started to tear up.
“ Alright kiddo, then how about me and you just pretend this never happened”
“ Really? Thank you so much”
“No Problem”
After our talk we then went back up to the room, Mr. Wishart explained what was going on to Mrs. Rodriguez. She didn’t look to happy but she was done messing with me, for a while until came the say where it happened.
It was a sunny day school is almost out and then it’s summer time me as being a little kid was very happy. So happy that I was running all over the place until me being my clumsy self bashed right into the flag pole in Mrs. Rodriquez’s room. This is how I lost my left “canine” tooth, I was happy I lost my tooth because of course nthe tooth fairy was coming and that meant money for me, but at the same time my mouth was bleeding a lot so I had a spas attack.
“ Help, please my mouth hurts so bad.” I said
“ Stop fooling around, I’m not amused” said Mrs. Rodriquez said
Then suddenly she saw all the blood on the floor and her eyes bulged out of her head. Like one of those stress dummies you squeeze. Suddenly she ran for the paper towel and started to clean it up. Then the words came out of her mouth that enraged me.
“ I’m cleaning it up for you now stop screaming and just suck it up.”
I continued to cry because it hurt I mean I just bashed my tooth out.
“ Now if you don’t stop that crying you can cry some more with me after school”
I was not going to take this anymore, I was only 5 yes but I was not stupid. I marched to the phone mouth still a little bloody and called my mom. I told my mom what happened and she was furious. I mean she was trying to comfort me while at the same time mumbling the F bomb. Before I knew it my mom was at the school at went totally ape on Mrs. Rodriquez so bad that the principal came up and dismissed us from the room. The only reason he was up there is because my mom didn’t even check in she just marched up to my classroom. Then after a lot of time went by, and then finally my mom came out with the principal sadly with Mrs. Rodriquez to. MY mom had a smile on her face and she came and hugged me. It was hard to enjoy my hug though while my teacher was giving me death rays with her eyes, it was almost like she was trying somehow to kill me with her eyes, but obviously it didn’t work. A week later Mrs. Rodriquez got fired. Well she says she resigned but we all know the truth. Since then I have had some okay teachers, some really bad teachers, and some surprisingly amazing teachers. I will always remember Mrs. Rodriguez as the worst teacher ever and when she’s gone as mean as it sounds I really am not going to miss her. So for all you kids out there who think you have it bad, think again. You might not have the best teacher but just try to stick with it and cooperate then your school year will go much smoother than mine did. Always say what’s on your mind and never let anyone treat you like that.

THE END

JoJo

Hey world it’s me.
I don’t know if you’re listening but
you’re the only one left to talk to here goes nothing.
My grandpa died today.
He just died, unexpectedly and with no goodbye.
At first hearing the news I’m almost numb.
I feel nothing, no emotion or pain.
I go to my aunt and uncle’s house, to try to get away
From everything. But then the Notre Dame game comes on.
That was his favorite football team.
Banners, t-shirts and glasses used to clutter his house.
While I sit there watching the Notre Dame game.
Everything starts to come back to me.
His scent, his big warms hugs.
How he used to hold me when I got scared or sad.
His ability to turn the worst day into a good one with the twinkle of an eye.
His love he said he had for me.
The unbreakable bond we shared.
Most people say you’re in denial until you see the person grave.
I didn’t get to see his grave, to finally picture that in my head.
But that Notre Dame game was all I needed.
I suddenly felt tears rolling down my face.
I finally realized he was gone and I’m never going to see him again.
Although I never got to say goodbye I can never touch him again, I can feel him, he’s here.
Although he may not be able to give me those warm hugs he used to.
Or talk to me when I’m down.
Or see my get my first car.
Or see me go to all the dances.
Or see me graduate High School.
Or see me get married.
Or see me have kids and live a happy life.
For some reason I have a feeling deep down
In my soul that he is always with me in spirit.
And although he may not be there I can still talk to him and
I can just pray that he can hear me and he’s listening.

In memory of JoJo my granpa who tragically died on 11-19-09, a day before New Moon came out.

Response on the "I have a dream" speech

It's 1961, you walk into a restaurant after a hard day’s work, your starving. When you walk in you don't see any signs or discrimination around, a twinkle of hope sparkles in the distance. Soon your are sadly reminded when the waiter says there is no more room on the black side of the restaurant. You look to see that the white side is nearly empty. Do you dare sit over with the white people? No you don't for the fear that you will be thrown in jail and or killed from some crazy person. Finally you just leave the restaurant, as you leave you feel a cold tear trickle down your face. Why does it have to be like this why can't every man just be treated equal? We are all just human and shouldn't be judged by the color of our skin but by the content of our character.



Martin Luther King Jr. was one of the most influential speakers of the 60’s. He shined a new light on what everyone thought about discrimination and racism. Each word was like a dagger to your heart, as you realized the true meaning and depth of what he was saying. He was also a very brave man speaking up for yourself in the 60’s wasn’t the best or easiest thing to do, but that didn’t stop the King. I personally am glad he spoke up and I believe as if he was an angel in disguise almost, because he was the voice for the black’s in the 60’s, and if it wasn’t for him we might not be where we are today. But since he did speak up and let the world hear him, he saved the world, he saved us from all the problems discrimination and racism can cause and showed us a new way. He told us “I have a dream, a dream that one day little white boys and white girls can hold hands with little black boys and little black girls as brothers and sisters.” “ I have a dream, that one day this nation will rise up and live out the true meaning of its creed: "We hold these truths to be self-evident, that all men are created equal." These are just examples of some of the pure truths that stab at your heart. But like they say to every dark cloud there is a silver lining, meaning to dark time in your life there’s a light from somewhere shining on the other side, there is a blessing down the road just be patient and it will come. Finally in 1964 it was done. Finally black’s and white could sit, eat, and drink together. We were finally all united as people and we were all treated equal. At last you were not judged by the color of your skin but by the content of your character. “At last, at last, Thank God almighty we’re free at last.”

Harrison Bergeron

Imagine being in a world where everyone is the same. No one can be better than anyone at anything. When you are talented or gifted with something you are looked down upon and depending on your talent you receive and are forced to wear “handicaps” that prohibit you from doing or pursuing these talents and gifts. In the story “Harrison Bergeron” by Kurt Vonnegut Jr. it is 2081, years from now and society has taken a turn for the worse, Everyone is forced to be the same. A world where if you strive to be different your toll is jail or even death. A world filled with despair and sorrow, the world in so much chaos it seems that if hell is reaching up with its ever expanding fingers and overbearing arms and pulling you down, like being thrown into a deep lake with an iron weight attached to you. And honestly what’s the point in getting up in the morning? We all have our reasons but these poor helpless are depressed and weak and sadly have nothing to really look forward to. They are stuck almost as if they are frozen in a moment of time. The same moment that never changes-- time seems to be almost nonexistent and there almost like walking, talking, breathing ghosts there but as if invisible and nonexistent,waiting to be forgotten.




Talents and gifts. We all have them; they are what makes us unique and precious like a pearl in the mouth if a clam. Each and every pearl is unique and delicate, to be handled with care and compassion. Rather your gift or talent has to do with sports, being a complete genius or just getting the gift of beauty, the difference between us and the people of 2081 is we're allowed to express our talents and gifts. What I mean by that is if we want to show people what we can do, we're free and able to do so. In the short story “Harrison Bergeron” the people have been totally demolished and brainwashed by the government. All their hopes and dreams crushed in a moment's time. Nothing new ever happens because all the people with ideas are looked down upon, anyone with a talent is put under a microscope, even if you're just blessed enough to have a beautiful face, it’s not tolerated. Just for the simple fact that it wouldn’t make your equal to everyone else. A question that may be running through your head is okay their looked down upon and get watched a lot, why don’t they just not care and do what they want anyway? Well the very sad answer to that question is that based on your talent or gift you are given “handicaps” by the government to wear until you die, An example of these “handicaps” is on page 245 Hazel one of the main characters in the book is watching television with her husband George another main character in the story and she sees a ballerina on the television. When seeing her she says “She must have been really beautiful, because her mask is so hideous." In that example the girl is “to beautiful” and it is not tolerated so she had to wear an ugly mask for the rest of her life. She could never take the mask off ever, and if she dared there would be serious consequences. This part brought tears to my eyes. Because who does the “big bad government” think they are, by diminishing and taking away all these people’s gifts and talents? Taking away their hopes and dreams. Not only that but a thought crossed my mind that really upset me. The thought was by taking away people’s gifts and talents, you could be taking one’s purpose for life away. Think about it we all have a purpose and what if someone’s purpose was to inspire people everywhere with their dance or smarts or whatever there gift or talent . And that inspiration makes the person getting inspired a better person, in the end making the world a better place all around. But then the government has the audacity to come forward and say nope that’s all over, who do they think they are? How can anyone think their great enough to take all that away? The fact is that no matter what anyone thinks or feels no one is, no one ever will be. That’s because we are all human, we are not god, we are just all human beings and based on the people in the story we need to start acting like it.






All the talk about the government has brought me to symbolism and characters. Some examples for symbolism being that on page 242 it starts talking about clammy weather which sets up the story as a depressing one. Also although this one wasn’t so obvious the book says that all this chaos was the government’s doing. This shows that if the government can do that, what else are they capable of, ans that we just kind if all need to watch our backs. Overall this story didn’t make me as much sad as mad. Some things that helped add to my frustration were the characters. Hazel for example one of the main characters in the book, she was very annoying because she was so dumb. The plotline was already very bad and I hated it and I didn’t need some stupid lady in there to. Also her husband George was another main character and he kind of just added the sadness and depression level to the story. Rather it was him being almost over-ruled by handicaps or forgetting his sons own death, once again because of the handicaps. The purpose of this story has a deep meaning; it’s not only saying that everyone in the world has a purpose so fulfill your purpose in this life while you can, it was also making you look at what could happen. Also that we should be happy for what we have now, and to just live our lives while we can.




Just imagine a little boy alone in this big bad world, but then suddenly he has a hero, a shimmer of hope, finally something to look forward to, a reason to get up in the morning. But then in an instant all of it is gone, like a shooting star, it’s breath taking and great while it’s here but gone in a flash. Like the people of the Harrison Bergeron story, it started this way but because of the government all hope for them is gaone. Isn’t it funny how one moment can change so many after.

The Lottery

Fate it’s a word we all know. But does anyone really know the meaning? The definition is the supposed force, principal, or power that predetermines events. A force or power that predetermines events, well what if that power was evil? In the story "The Lottery" by Shirley Jackson people are forced to participate in the lottery, and what card you pick could be the difference between life and death. But is it fate controlling what dreaded or relived future the towns people will have to face? Maybe, but maybe not.


"The Lottery" by Shirley Jackson is a very strange story making it hard to understand. But when you look at the symbolism everything starts to tie together. For example colors in this story there are lots of colors toward the beginning of the story there is the color yellow and flowers are blooming and it’s a nice day, it almost sets it up as being a happy story. But then later in the story there is a total change of mood and when everyone gets to the lottery there is a black box, black represents death and darkness so it made me think is someone going to die, or is the whole town about to be wiped out what’s going on? Well after I thought about it I started to look at characters names. Mr. Summers is the one who runs everything like the lottery and the Halloween parties and stuff like that. With his assistants Mr. and Mrs. Graves. With a little bit of time I got thinking what a hot underground place? And after a while I had it, hell is a hot underground place and Mr. Summers is that one that runs the lottery, which for the winner ends in death. So it’s kind of like Satan and his demons in the town taking it over and killing them all one by one. Also a girl named Tessie in the story was late to the lottery and was treating it like a joke, ending in her being the one who won and sadly got killed. But was that a coincidence? Or was she almost chosen to get the winning slip of paper? If so that would mean there would have to be a higher power, and that ties in with Mr. Summer’s being almost like Satan because that would mean he is a higher power. Also some more text evidence is that at the end of the story the winner dies but how they do that is brutal they stone them to death and not only was Mr. Summer’ very egger to get to the end of the lottery like he already knew who it was, but stoning was a punishment that happened a lot in the bible and that would once again proves even more the fact that Mr. Summers is evil and is a higher power. Which makes you think could there be evil disguised in front of me right now?


Which brings me to the purpose what was the purpose;of this story? Well since it’s about evil conquering and stuff, and it uses punishments that were stated in the bible and the whole situation is biblical if you really think about it. It could be the author expressing her beliefs in a very subtle way. It could also in a way represent a personal experience that she didn’t enjoy such as a death or something. But in the end it was a good story that I think was very well written.



Just imagine being trapped in a town and being forced to join in on a “game” that is going to say whether you die or live. Like a 50/50 shot, like being thrown into a cage of bees covered in honey and your allergic, there’s a chance you could live but it is not likely. Evil come in many shapes and forms on this place we call earth there is some good though to, we just need to know how to tell the two apart. And the side we choose to pursue will determine the rest of our life. So just watch your back and like they say don’t judge a book by it’s very deceiving cover.

Obsessed With Being “Perfect”?

http://www.newsweek.com/id/231093
Sarah Ball & Jessica Bennett
Posted Jan. 15, 2010

What is perfect? Well honestly none of us will ever know because it doesn’t exist. To many people try to fit into this mold that society has created, the perfect body, the perfect hair, just everything physical. To many people are worried about looks and to many people want what they know they can’t have. But honestly it’s good to take pride in how you look but the beauty on the inside is far more important, it will gain you friends and help you get through life a lot happier and easier if you have a good character and are beautiful on the inside. Sadly, though, some people hate themselves so much they go to the lengths of plastic surgery. Many have made this costly decision and it’s very sad because notice it’s called plastic surgery, not only can it go bad but if it does turn out successful you still look plastic, your flaws and imperfections are the things that make you, you. But even though some lean on plastic surgery many don’t go to this extent. Heidi Montag many of us know her off the hills or Laguna beach, she’s beautiful and she seems to have a pretty good life. Then I read that she has had 10 different surgeries done to herself including Botox in her forehead and bow area, liposuction on inner and outer thighs w waist and hips, eyebrow lift, nose job, fat injections I her cheeks and lips, chin reduction, neck liposuction, ears pinned back, breast enlargement and more Botox. It also makes you wonder why would someone go through all that, and they answer is to feel accepted in the “mold” society has created for us and we all need to fit in it or we’re not considered “beautiful”. But in my opinion beauty is in the eye of the beholder and just because you don’t fit into what society says you have to fit into, I guarantee there will be people out there that will like you for you, so don’t change who you are because you think you have to and most importantly just be happy with who you are and just live your life, happily and yes beautiful in your own way. Because let’s face it we are going to make mistakes and there are things about us that aren’t perfect but that’s what makes us, us.

The Right Guy

Wait for the guy that calls you beautiful instead of hot, the guy who will call you back when you hang up on him. Who lie under the stars just to here your heartbeat. OR will stay awake just to watch you sleep. Wait for the guy who kisses you on the forehead, the one who wants to show you off to the world in you sweats. who holds your hand in front of his friends. Who thinks you pretty without make-up. The one who is constantly reminding you of how he care for you and is lucky to have you. The one who turns to his friends and says that's her my baby
-Anonymous

Tell-Tale Heart

Murder. It’s a horrible thing. But have you ever thought of what the murder does to the murderer? With all that guilt and regret eating them away like a tick to a dog? In the story "The Tell-Tale Heart" by Edgar Allan Poe the man in the story commits a horrible and brutal murder, bad, but what happens after is even worse. He goes completely insane. He kind of is a freaky creeper guy that is really scary. But I can’t blame him I guess, imagine being in a house and the only person that was living with you, was just killed by you and now you get to just sit there in complete utterly terrifying silence.

By now your asking well why did he kill someone, that someone being the old man he took care of. Well the man believed that the old man had an “evil” eye, watching him and sucking the life out of him, watching him trying to drag him to hell. So at believing this the old man was slaughtered. His remains were put under the floor boards sfter is he seased to ever even have existed. But then the man says how he kept saying he was hearing this heart beat get louder and louder. Just beat, beat, beating. Him thinking it was some force and the old man coming back to get him or something. But in the end I believe that this whole story is to ironic to be true and maybe that falls with the mode of literature or maybe this story was all just a dream. Also it could have been real and just all the guilt and loneliness and regret was just getting to him and he couldn’t take it. So there lies the question crazy or not? Well in my opinion no, he wasn’t crazy he was just having a major meltdown because he couldn’t live with what he did and it was to much for him to handle. He was fading away into the darkness where no one ever dare to roam.

Through the story though you can see some things coming if you just look at the symbolism. For example when the man is coming down from the stairs to open the door for the police, that could symbolize a fall in power or that something bad is going to happen a fall in happiness per say. Toward the end of the story the “heartbeat” of the old man was just pounding and pounding and got louder and louder he couldn’t stand it and he confessed to the police. I think that it was once again just guilt getting to him and eating him away inside, so then he finally went crazy. One more example is the silence in the house after the murder was committed could symbolize his loneness and that he needs somebody to comfort him. And this could have led to regret which made him feel guilty and sad resulting in the confession to the police.

But either way think about it, what if you were in that situation what would you do? Like him I think personally I would go mad and end up confessing. Especially because I hate silence and I never like to be alone. The moral to the story is obviously don’t commit murder. But most importantly just confess to your wrongs right away it will end the guilt won’t get to you. Just make good decisions and be the best person you can be. Just imagine living with only one persona and that person you just killed and having to just sit there in complete udder terrifying silence.

Happy.....by Leona Lewis

someone once told me
that you have to choose
what you win or lose
you cant have everything
dont you take chances
you might feel the pain
dont you love in vain
cause love wont set you free
i could stand by the side
and watch this life pass me by
so unhappy but safe as could be

CHORUS
so what if it hurts me
so what if i break down
so what if this world just throws me off the edge
my feet run out of ground
i gotta find my place
i wanna hear my sound
dont care about other pain infront of me
cause im just tryna be happy, yea
just wanna be happy, yea

- Happy^^^^^ Leona Lewis

A Best Friend (EDIT)

Have you ever felt alone? Lke the whole world was against you? No one wants to even try because you have put a wall up a defense mechanism, and it's also hard for you to show emotion (crying) in front of anyone because when you cry it makes you feel weak and you know your not weak. But just when everything was going wrong and you were in dark depths, probably the darkest depths the mind is capeable, someone comes along. Someone who gets you and dowsn't think your a freak for your dark past. In fact alot of the stuff she's been through is scary alike, this person will never leave your side, ever. Always has your back and gives the best advice. Who is this mysteriopus person. It's a best friend. This Best friend would take a bullet for me and i for her anyday and we will never leave eachother, we'll be there through thick and thin. This person is like family and i love her with all my heart. She is indeed the definiton of a best friend.

Speak

Life, we love, it, we hate it but we also make or break it. Many say that death is peaceful, life is hard. While that may be true we don’t have a choice; we have to just go along for the ride. But while you're climbing further and further up that huge mountain called life you’re bound to fall at some point in time. That’s okay because that proves you're human; everyone makes mistakes or hits a bump in the road. How we handle it, that shows people what kind of person we are. So be strong and get back up, don’t let anyone tear you down. Your character is who you are, and everywhere you go your making first impressions. So what kind of person do you want to be? There’s always two different kind of people one’s who say I will, and the ones who say I have. The ones who fell, and the ones who got back up. Who are you?
High school is an exciting, fun kingdom for some, but to other’s it’s like a mouse scurrying in a cage of many snakes. Lurking through the halls for a hiding spot in a stone cold dungeon. Most people tell everyone how awesome and fun high school is, between the classes and the trips, but they forgot to mention how vicious people can be. How some talk could ruin your whole reputation, that there are people with what it seems have stone cold rocks for hearts, that will stop at nothing to tear you down and destroy you. Most people forget to mention that. In the book “Speak” by Laurie Anderson a girl named Melinda faces a not so pleasant experience starting her high school year’s. And something I would say that was quiet an understatement of what was just said. Imagine the whole school against you including your once “best friend” and now there is no one in sight that isn’t staring you down with hatred and everywhere you turn it almost seems like their dirty looks are burning in the back of your head. And why? Because half the people don’t care and didn’t bother to ask what happened and some believed a stupid rumor. Plus to top it all off it’s not like she had parents there to talk to or be there for her, she was really and truly alone in this evil judgmental world. It’s just so sad how she had absolutely no one, not even the one person she wanted to tell what really happened, her “best friend” Rachel was there for her. I mean what is friendship, I thought it meant someone who will always be there for you no matter what, someone who will take care of you love you, stand up for you, someone you can talk to and most importantly someone you can tell all your secrets to. But sadly and suddenly Melinda found out the hard way that that wasn’t what her and Rachel seemed to have had no matter how bad she wanted it different. But something that just blows my mind is why would her so called best friend not even bothered to ask Melinda what really happened why did she call the cops on the party resulting in everyone hating her. She just totally ignored her and never talked to her once. And even out of everything else and all the other people Rachel's rejection towards Melinda stung the worst; it hit her like a brick to a wall. And all Melinda wanted was someone she could talk to someone she could tell what really happened.
But what really did happen? Everyone would have liked to know but Melinda just choked up every time It went on for awhile and then one day in art class everyone had to pick a random subject to make but it had to speak to everyone, it had to say something and Melinda picked tree. Which once again tied in with a flashback. Later on in other art classes all the trees would be dark with lightning striking them, this could symbolize darkness and sadness, something bad happened to her. Could she be secretly showing her old emotions to the past? I didn’t understand at first what happened. But it became more obvious toward the middle of the story. For example when she was in science and her and her lab partner David P were dissecting frog and to set it up for dissecting she had to pin up it’s arms and legs and then slice the helpless, lifeless frog open, and then another flashback. I thought about this for awhile how would a frog getting pinned up to be dissected relate to her in anyway resulting in a flashback. Could maybe she have felt helpless like that? Did she get pinned up and was forced to do something? Well no one was sure. But despite all that Melinda needed a place to go, somewhere she could hide and no one would find her. So she found a closet and old janitor’s closet that looks like it hasn’t been used in years. Melinda thinks this is perfect, it’s a place where she can get away from all of her problems. What she finds that stood out to me the most on pages 25-26 is the cracked mirror and the roaches. These are the things that stood out to me because when it comes to symbolism in my opinion the cracked mirror represents Melinda just cracking and her falling apart and sadly it could also represent bad luck, and the roaches with cobwebs represent that she is dead inside and just like the roaches all wrapped in their own individual cocoon like wrappings in the cobwebs symbolizes she like to be alone and isolated ever since the incident at the party, whatever that was. This incident did not only ruin her social life her report cards got worse and worse. But what happened?
Well we still don’t find out until later. But once again Melinda likes to be alone and isolated from everyone. But while she was hiding in her closet so she didn’t have to go to the pep rally, Heather, a new girl at school that liked Melinda just for who she was, or so I thought when Melinda started acting negative toward everything Heather dumped her and started hanging with the “popular girls. Her negative approaches toward everything could reflect on what happened at the party. And what negativity did Melinda give that was the last straw for Heather? Well she went to the pep rally and wasn’t to happy, but she pointed out something very true to me why do all the girls look up to the cheerleaders? There just like everyone else imperfect in many ways she states that “ they will all have abortions before proms from sleeping around at parties”. I thought about that and that made a lot of sense to me. But then the secret comes out. Melinda tells us she was raped by a senior named Andy Evans at that party. When I read this let’s just say it really spoke to me, tears flowed down my face. It’s just amazing to me how someone could be so sick to do a thing like that, and not only that but after feel good about himself and lie to himself and say she wanted it. Although she didn’t say no she didn’t say yes either and that’s just wrong. So to try to get away from the secret and calm down Melinda went back to her closet. But this time she heard footsteps someone opens the door it Andy Evans. HE turns around and locks the door. Melinda’s scared out of her mind her heart is pounding, her body shaking but to choked up to say a word. All of a sudden Andy is saying how she is ruining his life and how she wanted it and she knows it then he tries it again the same thing that happened under the trees at the party. But when Melinda resists he punches her, blood trickles out of her mouth, he grabs her but no she is never going to let that happen to her again. She grabs a piece of glass and stabs him in the throat. Not deep enough to kill him but deep enough to hurt. Then other people come to the door I presume from hearing commotion and see what has happened. Rachel being one of them, is shocked she can’t believe it she says “ why didn’t you tell me” Well because you never asked or seemed to care. But in the end the girls run for help. And I hope that she doesn’t keep quiet and she speaks and puts Andy in jail.
Rape it’s not a word I like or a subject I like to talk about. But many people make jokes and just don’t understand what it’s like. And most victims will never say a word so you could be sitting right next to someone and they were raped and someone’s making jokes and rude comments, honestly grow up, it not funny at all. Victims at the time feel helpless like it’s just them and the peron(s) in the whole world and no matter how loud they scream, kick, jump, bit, scratch, nothing works and they just have to take what’s given to them. It’s a horrible thing that no one deserves to go through. So if your one of those people that makes it’s not funny so grow up and stop. If you’re a person who knows someone who got raped just be there for them and try to comfort them, because that’s all you can do