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).