Starry sky

There are so many stars in the ski

Some will stand others will fly

There are more than we can hope to see

But none compare to how much you love me

My hopes and dreams lay around

As others push them to the ground

You help me collect them all

As you never let me fall

A stars so bright gust like your smile

You can see it from over a mile

It cheers me up past the stars

Even more than a bright shiny car

So when I can’t take anymore of day to day life

I’ll look up at that starry night

Knowing I never have to truly say bye

Because I love you more than that starry ski

True Beauty

If you look in the mirror and don't see what you want

Than listen to me to let your heart flaunt

There's a simple task to see

As long as you never leave

Clear your mind 

And there you will find 

That with no fear

You need to let thy heart be thy mirror

Walking Pome

Cold and dark the ski is

Filled to the rim of winter fizz
The trees blow with a swing
All you can hear is there sweet gently ring

The leafs fall to the ground

I look in the grass to see them all around
The wind it feels so bitter cold
That life cued end as we know

The flag in the distant blows with pride

Even as I run inside
The warmth fills me with such joy
Even more than that silly boy

He tries so hard to do his best

But winter really is a mess
My heart so picky it wants what it wants
But deep inside it wants what it wants

looking after parents

When children have to "look after" their parents

You know it’s a sad truth. Some parents really can’t look after themselves yet they have a kid. Because you know it sounded like a good idea right. No it’s wrong. I hate parents who don’t know how to raise a child because they themselves are a child.

I think that growing up in a situation where I had to grow up fast (witch I do not blame my parents for at all, it was completely out of their hands, and they still tried to give me the childhood I wanted and needed) I find it hard to deal with other parents that are being childish. I think that if you really want something than you should work hard to get it. If you see that you have a problem with depression than find help.

 Now I’m waiting for that one person to say you don’t know what it’s like…yeah OK. I know what it’s like, feeling worthless like you don’t mean anything. Like every bite of food you take is hurting you. Like you can sleep for hours (23 is my record, but only because my mom woke me up) and still sleep for more. Like talking to people and smiling is forced and not like it used to be. It hurts, bad. Like no one knows what you’re going through, but there are others. They will help you, but like I said you will only get it if you want it. I wanted to be able to smile without being on a drug. I wanted to sit with my dad and not want to burst in to tears. So I got it. Don’t get me wrong I still have my days. But I have found what I needed, and that’s someone who will be there for me at only a phone call away.

So what I really wanted to get across is, don’t be a child with a kid. If you need help get it. If you’re not able to stand on your own, find someone to carry you for a little. I know how hard that can be, but do it for your kid.

If...

If i was to pick one thing that always makes me smile it would have to be a warm drink.

I love the feeling of a warm drink traveling down my throat. I know that sounds so wearied but it feels as if it's melting my pain away. I mostly like to drink warm drinks when i have a sore throat anyways. Though i love the proses of making them, I always find it fun. My favorite has to be hot coco with whip cream. I have never really liked the hot coco that is like "would you like some milk with that coco". I love a good creamy coco, it’s my little simply presser.
So if you ever see me crying or upset, and you really want to do something to help. Give me a hot coco with extra whip cream.

who are the real monsters

 

 

Monster they hid and they sneak
They attack you when you’re weak
There under your bed and in the closet
Just sitting there making me want to vomit

Where are they really
For me I see it clearly
There all in your face
No matter your race

Disguised in flesh
They promise you the best
There all around use
Not mentioning the smallest fuse

The girl down the street
Or even the guy standing in the sleet
Anyone can be the beast
Even that person who gust sneezed

It’s inside you and me
No matter how we flee
We can hide in our armor
But no matter what we are the monster

look around

Looking around I see
No one knows what it’s like to be me
They all do their daily routine
And in my head they don't know a thing

The boy no one knows holds his legs in his desk
The girl asleep getting a rest
The boy in the leather chilling with ease
The girl in the hoody looking at me

No one will know my story
No one will see my fury
How I felt
Or that I cued have melt
 
The boy in the back annoys me so deep
The girl by him who can hear my every peep
The boy in the blue drinks some water
The girl in the cameo looks around with a bother

The teacher in front doesn’t care
He tells use a story that life’s not fare
Oh how I cued yell at him and give him my palm
All I can do is pray to stay calm

The boys’ who grade I envy looks around with frustration
The girl with red hair full of concentration
The boy that plays on the football team wanting to be seen
The girl in the front row showing no sign of being mean

Oh how I wish I cued except
Even though my grade is grate
The tears from the past
Can come back so fast

The boy in the corner I want to give my palm
The girl behind him looks so calm
The boy in the bake draws on his desk
The girl in the gray holds her bag to her chest

There’s so many behind me who I can’t even see
Although many of them just annoy me
But they are still there
Even though I no longer care

On geometry how you’re so mean to me
How can the book make me want to flee
I hear the very subject and want to cry
I hear the very subject and want to fly

12/2

12 specific goals you have for the next 2 years (in complete sentences)

1) To grow out my hair until it touches the middle of my back.

2) To be going to C of O for my culinary degree.

3) To have my own car I can drive to and back from collage.

4) To me published with at least one novel.

5) To be able to not have anger when I hear the name Laura.

6) To be able to see my ex’s and not want to punch them in the face.

7) To weigh less for my health and self-stem.

8) To be able to talk about my mom and not want to cry.

9) To have seen a beach with my own eyes and not in the movies.

10) To have seen the third Hunger Games movie in IMAX 3D.

11) To be out of high school and on my way to collage.

12) To have beater spelling skills.

 

12 of the best gifts you’ve ever gotten and who each were from

1) Mr. Bunny from my mom

2) My tiger pendant necklace from my mom.

3) My American Girl doll from my grandma.

4) Sonshine my bird from my mom.

5) A my laptop from my dad.

6) My ddr from my mom and dad.

7) Snow globs from my brother

8) Boots from my dad

9) My doll house from my mom and dad

10) My ps3 from my brother

11) My zone from my mom and dad

12) Life from my mom and dad

Brownies

 

 

 

I remember so much from my life having to do with food. When I was young I would get upset because my older brother would always get to do more than me. I didn’t see why when I was younger but I do now. Pluses not being able to see over the stove helped my mom make her decision. If I cued do anything I would want to go bake to myself and say “it’s going to be ok, that I’ll have my many days in the kitchen. Even days were all I would want to do is sit down or put my feet up.”

Once I got to the age of seeing over the stove and knowing not to touch it when it’s on, my mother finely let me cook. One of the first things she tote me to make was boxed brownies. They would always come out the same, hard and dry like any other brownie. But I thought they were the best thing in the world.

As I grew my mother would let me cook even more. It got to the point to where if she didn’t want to cook she would tell me I cued. Being so young I thought this meant that she wanted me to grow in the field of cooking when it really meant that she would want to sit down with her feet up.

Sadly in a blink of an eye she had to sit down with her feet up all of the time. I started to cook all of the time and was learning to love it, even though my feet where telling me otherwise. I started to make brownies all of the time for my family. They got much better to the point of my brother even bragging to his friends about them. Saying I knew gust how to make them so that even after sitting out all night they would still be gooey in the morning. I like to joke around and say that’s how I got my second brother. I know he really isn’t my brother, but he was always over at the house on the weekends and always wanted to have brownies.

After my mother passed I became very depressed. I wouldn’t want to do a thing. That is until I would hear my dad in the kitchen cooking. I cued hear the sizzling sound of butter in a hot pan, about to become fajitas all the way down the hall where I hide in my room. The feeling of taking nothing and making something. I missed it. I knew I couldn’t live without it. Now I cook at least once a day. But my favorites are the midnight calls. Where my two brothers will come home with a box of brownie mix telling me I had no choice but to make them baronies. On the outside I was always wining saying I didn’t want to, but on the inside I loved the fact that I was able to make something that my brothers loved.

Dan in Real Life

#9 what makes someone a hottie to you?
For me to think of someone as a hottie they have to...
Be tall-no exceptions if your shorter than me than your ugly in my eyes
Have dark hair- I don’t want no beach boy
Have the muscles- I love seeing something I can hold on to when I’m scared or sad

#11where was your best hiding spot as a kid playing hide and seek?
I was called the queen of Hide and Seek. Almost no one cued find me. There was one time where my baby sitter brother and I were playing and I was in my room in my dirty close hamper with the clothes on top of me. There where holes in the side so I cued look out and see what was going on and, my brother had already been found so they were both looking for me. They looked everywhere but in the hamper and I was so quite. Than as they were leaving my room they turned off the lights and called me out saying they gave up.

#16 Marie's answer to the previous question is that she has a talent for making pancakes. What is your special talent?
I’m really good at making jewelry. I sometimes even sell it when I get the chance. I can also draw and paint pretty well.

#23 Have you ever fallen for a friend's mate? Has a friend ever fallen for yours? What happened?
Oh yes I have. Let’s gust say I won that battle. Than one time my friend did fall for my guy and well took him from me but I made shire she would never do that again. You see to me men are like meat. If I want yours than I might just take it, but if you want mine, than you best watch out because I will get my revenge... Sooner or later.

#28 Dan's brother gets over Marie pretty fast. Have you ever had trouble getting over someone?
My last ex. we were almost to our one year mark and he started being hurt by dating me because I wasn’t able to have time for a relationship. so I let him go and he said he wouldn’t date anyone ells that he would wait for me, not even two days later there was another chick on his arm.

Movies To Me

YOU ARE 92% EXTRAVERTED.
You are extraverted, outgoing, active and high-spirited. You prefer to be around people most of the time.

YOU ARE 67% AGREEABLE. You are generally warm, trusting, and agreeable, but you can sometimes be stubborn and competitive.

YOU ARE 67% CONSCIENTIOUS. You are dependable and moderately well-organised. You generally have clear goals and are able to set goals aside.

YOU ARE 67% EMOTIONALLY STABLE. You are generally calm and able to deal with stress, but you sometimes experience feelings of guilt, anger and sadness.

YOU ARE 100% OPEN TO NEW EXPERIENCES. You are open to new experiences. You have broad interests and are very imaginative.





This is what the move quiz had to say about me. I have to agree with it. I am exactly that, all though I wouldn’t say I’m 100% open to new things because there are some things out there I would so not do. Like sky diving and bungee jumping, really anything that has to do with me falling or being upside down. Strangely though I do want to go zip lining. I think that would be lauds of fun. I do find myself to be stable in my emotions, I mean yes I have my outburst sometimes, but hay I’m a girl so sue me! That aside though I am very organized, everything has a place and needs to be there. The only thing is that I’m also lazy, so the chance of everything getting to where it needs to be is very small. I thought I was a lot more agreeable than that but I guess not. Although now that I look at it, I can be pushy when it comes to making dissensions. Like how I will try to get what I want even if it’s not what you want. Extraverted, I just like the sound of that word. That is also me I am always full of energy and can even be the life of the party.

As far as this being true or not, I think it is. I mean the results are really close to how I feel and act on my day to day life. Than all of the questions seemed to be real like. So over all I would believe it.

 

Poem of Life

 

Mothering Nun

 

This is a nun

Who thought she was where she needed to be

Looking down at a goose

Braking yet another rule

 

This is the woman who would leave

To find her love

And move again

Who would have two kids to raise

And the news of her life

 

This is the face that would be gone in 20 years

As poison would flow through her veins

And her daughter would see her cry

 

This is before the cancer would take her life

Ruining her daughter at only 16

And son at 18

 

This is before photos would be all we had

Dancing Innocence

This is a girl

Without a care in the world

When beauty was a word

And living was fun

 

This is the rain

Pouring down not lightning up

Flooding the yard

And promising the girl a cup of hot coco

 

This is the home

In front of the girl

Where she would grow up

To learn so much

 

This is when dark hair and skin were nothing

Your brothers’ clothes were fun to wear

And unicorns were real

 

This is when

Her skin eyes and hair

Would all lighten

To where she would miss them so much

Was out of mind

 

This is before

Beauty was a life style

Someone would break her heart

And her mother was gone

 

This girl is me

follow your love

 Day after day

 I would go to the field

 and there it would be

 my typewriter. 

 

 The bottles shined

  with the evening sun. 

 

 I would lie in the grass

 for hours typing

 about what felt write

 that day. 

 

 Poems or stories

 I would type

 till my fingers felt

 like falling off from the cold, 

 

 or till I couldn’t see

  a thing anymore

  but not this day,  

 something was wrong

 and it felt so out of the norm

 no matter how I laid I could not write. 

 

 The only time this would happen

  to me is when I’m being watched

 a smile came to my face

 for I knew who it was.

 

 

 I called to him

 knowing just where he was

 but nothing happened. 

 

Where was he

 I thought

 his brown hair

 and blue eyes that

 followed me out here a few times.

 

 I got out

of my favorite little spot

 and walked over to the woods

 were he always hide. 

 

 I didn’t want to think

 of this day

 were he finally

stopped chasing me

 

 Was I playing too hard to get

 for too long

 did he really give up on me.

 

 I felt arms

come around me

 out of no were

 making me scream from surprise.

 

 Even though I knew

 they were his arms

and that little chuckle

 was his too

 

 I yelled at him

 for scaring a lady

 that no women

would ever fall in love

 with him if he kept acting

 like such I child.

 

 His voice

 sent shivers down my spine

 as he got close

 to whisper in my ear.

 

 that’s ok

because the right women

 already has.

 

 From that moment

 on I knew I was his

 and that he was min.

The Raisin Cookie

 

Once upon a time in a little town a baker was busy making new cookies.

He worked all day until the batch came out perfect

Or so he thought, but he had made the wrong type of cookie!

The baker was so anger, he through the batch into the trash.

Thou there was one cookie that didn’t get through away.

His name is raisin.

Raisin made his way to the front of the store where he slipped in to the display case.

There were many cookies already there playing and having fun.

When the other cookies saw raisin they went over to him, to help him feel welcomed.

One of the other cookies yelled out, “Look it’s a new chip!”

 

Raisin was confused by this because he was a raisin cookie, by the let it slid and pretended to be something he wasn’t.

One day as raisin was playing; it got really hot inside the case.

All of the other cookies looked as if they were melting, but raisin didn’t.

 

A chip cookie looked at him and said “hey why aren’t your chips melting?”

At this time the other cookies were getting closer to raisin.

That’s when a chip reached out and poked one of the raisins on raisin.

The chip yelled out “he’s a raisin! A raisin!”

The other cookies grabbed him and threw him out of the case.

Raisin was sad and lonely outside the case.

He started to walk to the back of the store again where he saw the baker.

Again he had made the wrong type of cookie and was throwing out the batch, but before he cued one raisin cookie jumped of the cookie sheet and on to the floor.

Right as the raisin walked past him, he asked what type of cookie she was.

In a genital voice she answered “well I’m a raisin like you”

Raisin asked “well what’s your name?”

The girl cookie smiled as she answered “well it’s Raisolena”

Raisin grabbed her hand and said “come on they don’t like raisin cookies, I know a place where we can be raisin cookies together.”

With that Raisin and Raisolena lived happily ever after in the back of the freezer.

In the news paper

An ordinary girl in your ordinary town was doing her ordinary things, going through life gust trying to get by like the guy next to her. Malinda was her name. She had walked this path a thousand times. The little old woman in the corner bakery would offer her something and she would deny knowing she also has to make a living, and cant if she always takes her goods. Then she would pass by the meat market and the florist to the left, the little boy playing with his dog down a side street, than the bridge. Every day to get home she would have to walk under a bridge. It was small and made of brick all around. There usually wouldn’t be anyone there but this day there was. There was a boy around her age. As she walked closer and closer he didn’t move. She wondered if he was ok or gust trying to catch his breath. Still he stood there leaning agents the wall not moving. Right as she was walking by him, he moved. But Malinda was too close to him and he hit her basket dropping it to the ground. A little gasp came from her lips as the stranger stopped to look at it. He soon picked it up dusted it off and handed it right back to her. Both exchanged nods and went on their ways. Later that night Malinda was making dinner at home alone when the news cut off her show. She wasn’t really paying attention; they would do that even if there was an unnamed cat in town. But when she did decide to look there on the screen as a photo of the boy she saw today. His hair eyes jacket. It was all there. She scrambled for the remote to listen in. But all she was able to hear was “Now don’t be worried citizens we have this under control. We have a new type of weapon to use agents him and we plan to do so, but if you so happened to see this man at all today, please call the authorities. Again stay away from this man!” With that the screen went back to the show she would always watch. Malinda couldn’t believe it, someone dangers. But he was so nice to her. Malinda sat there for a while and then reached for the phone. She dialed the number that was on the screen, but she cued not hit call. No matter how many times she wanted to, she couldn’t. So she hung up the phone thinking maybe the little old lady saw him or whatever. She placed the phone back in the charger and continued on with her life. The next few weeks went by with nothing changing or happening. No new broadcast about him so she thought that they probably caught him and did what they wanted to with him. But still she couldn’t help but wonder, what did he do, how did he do it, and why? Was he some kind of spy or what? As Malinda was walking she wasn’t paying attention. So when it came to the bridge, she didn’t notice the man walking towards her. She gust couldn’t stop thinking about the boy. That’s when she ran in to him, the boy. He held out his hand to help her up. She stood there in disbelief. She hadn’t seen him in a month and here he was again! The boy held out his hand and said only one thing, “Come with me”

BOO-YA!!!

Shay She wrote a story about a guy who fell in love with people dying. So when girls would get to close to him he would gust kill them so they couldn’t find out about his plane. I loved the way she changed the point of views of the characters from the guy to the girl.

Danielle she wrote a story about a girl who lives by an old house that had burned down. Who is brought into the house by a little girl that plans on never letting her go. I liked the way she used details to help use picture it even better.

Gabby She wrote a story about a girl who was kidnapped in the night and taken to a van. She escapes by fighting her way back home. I loved the little plot twist toads the end where the man’s not dead and tries to kill her again, only for him to get his butt handed to him.

Growing up

2. Who was the most important person to you during most of your childhood? Your Mom? Your Dad? Another relative? A friend? An imaginary person? Show some examples in which you see how much influence this person (or imaginary person) had on you while you were growing up.
 I remember both of my parents being there for me but the one person who stuck out the most had to be my mother. I always thought of her as a strong person, and also a very loving parent. She would always be there for me when I was sick, which was often. I remember one time when I was sick on my birthday and she had to take me to the doctor. The office felt so bad for me they gave me a little goody bag to take home with me. After that my mom took me out to lunch where they sang happy birthday to me.

5. What did you and your family do for entertainment when you were little? Did you play board games together? Go to movies? Go into extreme detail of a family fun night of some kind.
 I remember several times walking out to the living room and seeing my mother and brother playing video games. I always wanted to play but got the same you’re to young, so I have had to live a life of growing up watching my brother play video games. My mom wanted to let me play but the boy wouldn’t let the systems out of his sight. It’s only now that my brother is letting me do a lot more things with his games.

7. What action makes you the most nostalgic for your childhood? Is it seeing old pictures or going through old clothes? Something else entirely? Write a story of you going through those nostalgic actions and having various memories of your childhood.
I always remember the most things when I go through my box, its gust this box that sits in my room not showing any signs of getting cleaned soon. But in the box I have several photos from when I was a little girl. I love the one of me riding a hours at a friend’s party. Or even my graduation photo from elementary school. I looked so cute and really Hispanic (which I am so I don’t mind) but now that I have grown up I lost a lot of my dark skin and hair and now look scary like my mom.

11. You have been given the opportunity to go backwards. You can pick an age and start over again from that age. Do you pick one or not? What age would you go to? Describe your first week with your "old person" memories in your younger body.
 I would go bake to age 13. I would tell myself “yeah facebook is cool now but it won’t be later on, you’re not going to get popular because you have so many dragons in a stupid game. So yeah enjoy it but spend more time with your mom at night like you use to, sitting on her bed watching yet another show that you don’t care about. Believe it or not you won’t always have a mom so spend what time you can with her now…oh and stay away from Erica (I have changed the name of the person, so if your name is Erica I have nothing against you).

Kill me first

Kill me first…I heard it again and again. I couldn’t make out where it was coming from, But I knew what it wanted. Kill me first... Over and over in my head I cued hear it. I couldn’t take it anymore and shot out of bed. My eyes open wide from the night mare I had. I cued still feel the cold sweat sliding down my face and back. Taking a deep breath I looked around my room to see everything was in place. I crawled out of bed and in to the shower to clear my head even further. The voice still ringing in my ears, Kill me first… First what do you mean first? Would you want me to kill others too? The water that ran down my body was like haven. It washed all of my pain and worry’s away.

I got out of the shower and reached for my school idea after getting dressed, but then I remembered it was the first day of summer. I didn’t have to do anything. I smiled as I grabbed my phone instead and went to the kitchen. Browsing through the fridge and finding nothing I closed the door. As I did so behind me I heard a loud noise and spun around. There on the ground were three glass cups. I sighed giving my remarks to gravity. Cleaning the glasses was easy, or so I thought. I accidently stepped on what I thought was one peace of glass, but it ended up being three. They were small and hard to get out of my foot but I did so. It was as if all three glasses wanted revenge on me for switching dish soap.

I went to the living room and sat down as I looked at my phone to see if there were any massages from my mom or dad. They were away on there anniversary weekend together. My mom made shire I had everything I needed to survive three years in to the apocalypse last night as she was being pushed out the door. I shook my head as I heard another noise coming from the hall. A gasp of air left my lips as I looked down the hall and saw the three bedroom doors slung up. I was scared to go down the hall but curiosity got the best of me. As I approached the guest bedroom I noticed the sheets on the bed were all over the ground. Freaked out I grabbed the door knob and closed the door. I than went to my room were three of my posters were ripped to shreds and spread all over the ground. Again I closed the door. I was scared to see what would be in my parent’s room as I walked down the hall. My heart was in my thrght as I approached the door. I looked in to see the sheets torn and all over the room. My mom’s mirror was broken and my dad’s dresser had all of the drores opened. Then on the ceiling and walls were scratches, all with three fingers. I slammed the door and ran to the living room.

I was relaxed on the couch. When I felt the need to sleep. I didn’t want to at a time like this, but I cudnt help it. I feel asleep. Soon my chest began to hurt as the voice came back…Kill me first…Do it now! The pain on my chest became over welming and I forced myself to wake up. With a sigh of relief I placed my hand on my chest, but something didn’t feel right. It was warm and sticky. I looked at my hand to see if something was on it, and something was. Blood covered my hand and chest. I yelled wondering what happened as I ran to my room. In my bathroom I cued see how big the wound really was. It stretched all the way from my right shoulder to under my left breast.

 The pain was almost overwhelming as it began to sting from me trying to clean it. At this point it stopped bleeding and was cleaning it really well. I leaned closer to the mirror to look at the wound better. There I was three claw marks. Right in a row. I almost stopped breathing as from the hall I cued hear a voice. At first I couldn’t tell what it was saying but it got closer and closer to my room. I cued tell it was right behind the door and I cued hear it now. Kill me first… Kill me first…please Kill me first. I was scared out of my mind at this point and didn’t know what to do. I wanted to call the police but my phone was in the living room. I hoped that if it wanted me to kill it that it wouldn’t kill me. I made my way to my door and opened it with the little will I had left. Ready to face whatever was haunting me, but there was nothing there. I walked down the hall not wanting to look back. If I cued gust make it to my cell phone maybe I cued be safe. Even for a little bit. KILL ME FIRST!!! I heard the rawer of its voice right behind me as I turned around and saw a demean like man standing in the hall. I didn’t have much time to look at him or it was it charged me in the hall. I did what I cued and side stepped out of the way. I didn’t know what that thing was but I did what first came to my mind. I grabbed the cross that was hanging on the wall and when it charged me again I stabbed it right in the chest.

It feel to the flood almost howling in pain. I looked closer at it when it stopped moving and looked to be dead. I looked at the hands and there were only three fingers. The ring and pinkeye look as if they were cut off. I looked at the thing laying on the ground and realized it really was dead. I killed it, and I liked it.