Highschool

Walking through the halls of my soon to be school, looking where my classes and teachers will sit. Scared and worried I wander the halls the day before school starts. Summer is almost over. Reality is back. The fun is over. Now it is time to work.

Crazy

It makes the pain go away. It finally stops. The pressure, it’s all gone. But no, no. That isn’t right, you can’t take the pain away. Never. It never stops. Shut out from the world. I need to stop. Stop, stop I say! Listen to me! Gosh, why won’t anyone listen to me? I need space, and time to help this thing. I need to go and fall into a pillow and figure out what’s wrong. Hello? Can you hear me? I want to leave this terrible place! I don’t belong here! I’m normal. I’m normal. Yes. I’m normal. I don’t understand why people will not let me talk. I have my reasons. Just leave it alone! The time has come. Come to this hour. I need to speak. The door. It’s opening… what is that? Food!? I don’t want food! Let me out!!! “ It’s lunch time. Enjoy Maryanne.”

Rollercoasters

I’m nervous as I feel my stomach twirl.

Inside and out I might hurl.

That feeling of fear and excitement as the ride starts

The feeling gets worse when you’re at the top.

Then you look down and see the drop,

Scream at the top of your lungs “Stop!”

But by then it’s too late, there is nothing they can do

You’re falling, falling to your doom.

Rumors

Whisper, whisper before they hear,

Hold the secret tight, so dear.

Why is everyone looking at me?

I don’t understand what I did that was so bad

Everything I hear makes me mad!

I hear different things from different people

The things I hear make me hateful

The pain I feel inside my heart, is like a it’s going to fall apart

Why would this happen to someone like me?

I try to be nice to everyone I see.

People I don’t like and people I do,

They all have an opinion on me

I don’t understand why the world revolves around this

It’s like being swallowed into a giant abyss.

The things I hear and see every day, make me think about how the world would be without these people.

The people that say these hurtful things,

Often tend to make sting ,which can never be repaired

The horrid things that people say, should not affect who you are and your ways.

Smile and nod to what they want, even though it’s only to taunt.

If you let these things pass by, I assure you your life will fly on by.

Around the world 5th grade

Ding! The school bell rang. Abby couldn’t wait to get out of school. Her best friend, Liz, was in a different 5th grade class this year so it was kind of a bummer. They’ve been in the same class every year until now. But at least they were next door neighbors so they could play whenever they want. Abby scrambled into the hallway to get her backpack. She slipped one strap onto her shoulder and grabbed her mail. As she rushed out to the buses her brown wavy, hair trailed behind her. Once Abby had sit down in her seat she couldn’t see Liz’s luscious red hair anywhere. Abby darted around the bus desperately looking for Liz. Liz was nowhere. She sat gloomily back down in her seat. The rest of the ride home she felt down in the dumps until she saw Liz and Liz’s parents talking by the door. And wait… it couldn’t be. Her parents were over there too! Abby sprinted over to Liz’s house as fast as she could. Liz had a worried and sad look on her face. Abby was afraid to find out what it was about. It looked like her parents were trying to sooth Liz.
“What? Your moving!?” I sort of blurted that one out. How could it be? Liz and I have been best friends since kindergarten.
“Why and where are you moving?!” Liz stood there looking at the floor and finally said trying to hold in tears.
“We’re moving to California because my Dad’s business is moving and they want him to come with.” Abby pushed everyone out of her way, tears flying everywhere as she raced to the door and slammed it behind her. And that was the last time she saw Liz, that day at least. Abby lay in bed thinking about how her life would change after Liz left. She gazed out her window into the blackening sky. She just had to think of a way to keep their friendship together. But her Mom always said “ You can’t run away from your fears.” That’s it! Liz and I will runaway together! Abby packed a small bag with food, five T-shirts, 5 long sleeve T-shirts, her favorite pair of fluffy pink p.js, 2 pairs of underwear, 3 pairs of pants and socks, and 4 water bottles. She figured she could wash her clothes in the river so she brought a bar of soap and all the money in her piggy bank. She put on a T-shirt and some jean shorts and she was off to get Liz. She tip toed down the hallway and to the stairs. She stepped onto the first step and it started to creak. She looked left and right to see if anybody heard her. Nobody was awake so she carried on. This time she skipped one step and went to the next until she got downstairs.

To be continued.

Vacations

I am so excited for summer. We have these friends that live in Brookfield, and they are a family of 6. We have traveled with them every year since I was in 3rd grade. They have 4 children. Billy(one year older than me), Emma,(one year younger than me), Kiely, ( 6th grade), and Maddie,( 3rd grade). We started out going to the Polynesian which is a water park in The Dells. This water park had lots of rides for little kids so it was good for us until we got too old. We enjoyed this for quite some time until we got bored with doing the same exact thing every year. So then we moved on to Mt. Olympus. This was also in The Dells. It was an amusement park based on Greek mythology. Each rollercoaster is named after a Greek god. There was Pegasus, Cyclops, Zeus, and Hades. Hades is this really tall wooden rollercoaster that goes up and down under the earth. That was my favorite ride there but there was always a long line, so we got there early in the morning. The only bad part was is that we would have hurt heads and backs when we were done because they were wooden. Otherwise it was a really fun vacation, but as always we got bored after a couple of years. Lastly we went to Cedar Point. Both of our families have a love for rollercoaster’s so Billy looked up the biggest rollercoaster in the United States and came up with Top Thrill Dragster. This ride is 400 ft. tall. It goes so fast, it’s like you were never on it. I absolutely love this park. If I could I would live there. I love all of the roller coasters especially Millennium Force. I think we are going back this year for the 3rd time but I am not sure. We might go somewhere else. You never know with our families. I think it would be really cool to go to Japan for rollercoaster’s but my mom says no. All in all I love to vacation with this family and would never give it up.

Short Story.

A wisp of wind blew across Kelsey’s face as she was driving. She lifted her hand to block her face from the icy wind. The chilled air pierced her warm flesh as it hit her cheek. She looked around to find a logical explanation. Her windows were closed, and her air was off in the car. It was the middle of the summer, so how could this be? She looked to the side of her to check if her best friend, April had made the cool breeze while reaching for something or moving. But she was fast asleep. There was no explanation, what so ever. Kelsey tugged on the edge of April’s shirt. Slowly, April yawned and opened her eyes.

“What do you want?” she said stretching her arms as far as they would go.

“Did you feel a breeze?” she said with a shaky voice.

“No. What are you talking about Kels. Are you ok?”

“I have to tell you something.”

“What is it?”

“Well…” Kelsey’s head whipped back to the road, but by the time her foot hit the break their car slid across the road. The car flipped on its side and Kelsey could hear the noise of the metal scraping against the cement. It was a red light they were running through, with all of the traffic coming towards them. April looked at her with a look she had never seen before. It was a look of pure terror. They held their gaze until they heard a loud honk. It was a huge semi truck headed towards them. It all happened so fast. Kelsey tried to step on the breaks as fast as she could but they didn’t work. The semi truck hit the side of the car where April was sitting. There was a crunch and Kelsey saw splotches of blood spurting from Aprils side. She assumed the crunching noise she heard was the sound of April’s bones being crushed by the huge amount of weight the truck carried. Everything went black. When Kelsey woke up in the hospital all she could think of was that she never got to tell her best friend one of the most important things in her life… to be continued

Spring

Beautiful flowers everywhere,

Their soft, sweet smell drifting through the air

Flower buds blooming all around

Robins chirping that memorable sound

Breezy wind blowing at your face

Now your hair is all misplaced

Naked trees growing leaves

Children screaming with ease

Spring is coming, it is here

This means summer is very near!

Quote peice

High school life is way worse for girls than guys. The drama level is outrageous. Girls are like animals. We fight until we win. If you think about high school as a jungle , you would be on the right track. Now we all know that boys are the cause of most of this drama. Yes, they are the reason that we end up crying in our rooms for an hour listening to sad music; they are the reason best friends fight for that one guy, they are the reason high school is the mess that it is. What if there were no boys to start all of this drama? Better? Right? Think again. Everything started out fine in high school. The occasional friend fights and breakups with boyfriends but just like a usual high school year. Until my Mom decided that she wanted to switch things up a bit. She was tired of all of the drama I brought home. They boy troubles mostly. So she thought I would do better at an all girls school. She was completely wrong. They first day that I went they all stared at my clothes and hair. I thought this was good. I made my impression which I thought was a good one. Apparently most of them did not. I was wearing my Prada heels and my Juicy tank with a white cardigan from Ralph Lauran. I walked in feeling high because I was wearing my most expensive clothes. Heads turned but little did I know it was a bad thing. This rather skinny girl with red hair and freckles walked up to me.

“You know this is a UNIFORMED school. Right?”

“Oh. Of course… where do I get my uniform?”

“It’s right down that left hall over there. There should be a black door. Go through there and you will get to where you need to be.” The girl snickered.

“Ok. Thank you.”

I started to walk and felt everyone’s eyes on me. I saw the black door next to some lockers. What an odd place for an office. I walked in the room. It was dark.

“Hello?”
All of a sudden the door slammed behind me. I heard the lock click. Of course. I was locked in. A few minutes later I heard the click of high heels walking. A lady with a bun on the top of her head opened the door. She was very slender and tall. I walked out and she apologized. I saw the red head standing by her locker staring me down. Silently, the beast curled up, remaining watchful even as it rested. She was the beast and I was its prey. So much for an all girls school being better. I think it might be worse. Well we will see about that...

The Attack

It was a regular day in New York city. I was getting ready for work as usual. The daily routine usually consisted of making my coffee, watching the morning news, getting all dolled up for work and waking my beautiful girls for school. Well I started to make my coffee and went to go get dressed and went to go get dressed as it warmed up. I walked to my bedroom and slipped on a pencil skirt and a frilly blouse. I slid on my favorite pair of black high heels. I clicked my way to the bathroom to do my makeup. The eyeliner slid across my eyelids smoothly as I heard the timer for the coffee go off. I finished getting ready then grabbed my coffee and flipped on the T.V.

“And the daily weather is in the high of 60 degrees, low of 58 degrees. It will be sunny with little clouds today.”

A normal September day; nice weather, everything was going regularly. It was about 7’o clock now and it was time to wake the girls. I walked down the hallway trying not to make too much noise. There was this one squeaky spot that I always stepped on. I always stepped on it no matter how hard I tried. The loudest screech rippled from the floor. I paused just to see if the girls had heard. I heard them jump out of bed and run around. They were always so hyper. There was Mia, the oldest of the two. She was in third grade and loved everything about the world. Her luscious brown locks curled down to her shoulders. She was almost never sad. My second daughter Ella fallowed in her footsteps. She was very happy but worried a lot of the time. She had the curls of her sister except blonde. They were long, down to her lower back. She was only in preschool and next year she was going to be in kindergarten. A loud screech broke my flash back of when they were younger. My motherly instincts took over from there. I ran into their room screaming
“ What happened?!”

“ Nothing Mom. Ella just fell of the bed.” Mia explained.

“What were you doing on the bed Ella?” “I was just jumping for fun.” “ Well next time be more careful please.”

“ Ok. I will Mama.” Ella said innocently.

“ Get dressed and ready for school, then I will make you pancakes for breakfast.”

“Yay!” they said together. I went back into the kitchen to get my now, very warm coffee. I sipped it while I thought about work. I worked a couple blocks down from where my husband worked. He worked for the C.O.S in the world trade center twin towers. I worked for a magazine publishing business. I finished drinking my coffee and made the girls some pancakes. They ate them up so fast it was as if the pancakes never existed. My husband, Chris walked out of our bedroom yawning and stretching. “ Hey Hun.” he said pouring himself some orange juice.
“ Good morning.” I said and kissed him on the cheek.

“ Morning Daddy!” Ella ran up and gave him a hug. He wrapped his muscular arms around her tiny body. Mia then ran up as well and they group hugged.

“ Ok you guys, you need to get to school.” He said putting them down.

“Aww.” They said simultaneously.

“ I will see you later. Don’t worry.” He said realizing how upset Ella was getting.

Ella being the worry wart that she was said “ Come home safe Daddy.”

“ Ok I promise. Love you. Have fun at school.” He said and kissed them goodbye.

“ We will Dad. Love you too.” Mia said. While the girls packed their bags for school I kissed Chris one last time.

“ I love you.”

“ I love you more.” And I left to take the girls to school. After I dropped Ella off at preschool and Mia at the elementary school, I was headed to work. I parked our small car in the lot and walked towards the building. I sat down in my chair ready to get to work. Then I heard the ring of my cell phone when there was a text. I scrambled around in my purse to find my blackberry. The text was from Chris. It read :” @ 8:30 walk to my work office. I have a break. We can go do something. Luv u. <3” I smiled knowing that he wanted to spend his break with me. Time passed and I looked at the clock. It was about 8:30. I packed up my things and grabbed my purse. When I was half way there I called him. Rringg. Rringg. Rrinng.

“Hello, this is Chris speaking.”

“ Hey sweetie, it’s me Melanie. I think we should go out for breakfast.” I looked down at my watch. It was 8:45 and I could now see the twin towers. All of a sudden I saw a plane go towards the first tower. It came out of nowhere. I heard crackling and a huge explosion. The plane crashed into the north tower at 8:46 pm. I was panicking now. “Are you ok Chris? I just saw a plane crash into one of the twin towers. Are you hurt?”

“Mel, I’m fine. That was the other tower. I’m perfectly fine.”

“ Ok, ok. They won’t let me in your building now. I will just wait until 9 and then everything should be normal again.”

“Yeah. I will call you then.” How could this happen? What was going on? It must have just been an accident. Why else would this happen? I kept thinking about how many people must be dead now. It was scaring me. I didn’t know what to do. I just went for a walk down the street. When I got back it was about 9 so I called Chris.

“Hey Chris, are you still ok?”

“ Yes. I’m fine.”

“Ok where do you want to eat?”

“ Do you hear that?”

“ Yes. It’s some sort of screeching noise.”

“ Honey, I lov….” The phone line went dead. As I was looking at the floor where he worked another plane crashed into the south tower. A giant explosion roared from the south twin tower. It had hit Chris. The tears started to roll down my face; the salt water stinging my lips. I saw the explosion that killed my husband. This was no accident. This was an act of terrorism. The second plane had hit the building at 9:03 am when Chris and I were talking. The plane had hit between the 77th and 85th floors. Chris had been on the 83rd floor. I was in complete shock. Everything had started out so normally. I just couldn’t believe that my husband was dead. I started running towards his building. All of a sudden I heard something falling and then a sharp pain on my legs. Everything went black. When I woke up I was in the hospital. A piece of the building had fallen on my legs leaving them paralyzed. My two daughters were standing by my bed sobbing. It was hard to believe that earlier that day everything was normal.

“Mia. Ella. Dad is dead.” The sobbing continued. The tears gushed out of my eyes as well. How could something so horrible have happened to our family? Everything had happened so fast. It was as if none of it was even real. I now had to raise two little girls as a single mother. This was the start of a brand new life. Many people had died in this tragic event and Chris was one of them. This was a wakeup call to America. We were now aware of what could happen when we were not careful. I will never forget the day that our family was broken. September, 11, 2001 my husband was killed at 9:03am by a flight that crashed his building. This was the day no one would ever forget. This day would be in history forever. This day is called 9/11.

A day at the beach

Swiftly, wind blows, denting the ocean waves.

Back and forth the palm trees sway.

Sand building up into castles.

Seagulls giving people with food a hassle.

Sea shells rolling through the deep foam.

People tanning in a perfect glow.

Dolphins jumping through the air.

Up and over until the wear.

The sun beating its warmth down on our light skin.

Giving us some color and tint.

A day at the beach is wonderful to all.

Children of all ages, big and small.

Honeymoon beach is the place to have a ball!

Dead men's path essay

When there is peace between two different people and cultures it is almost always for the better. The headmaster and the priest of the village for some reason do not get along. “Dead men’s path” by Chinua Achebe shows the struggles of life. It shows that when people don’t get along nothing good can come from it. When people fight and disagree the world shakes; but when people get along it is calm and still. Would you rather shake than be still? Peace in the world is better than war.

Being a man of control, headmaster Obi looks at the path as a thing of destruction. The path in a sense is completely harmless. It represents the dead ancestors coming through the path to visit with family. If this gate way is closed so is the communication. The path symbolizes the communication between the priest and the headmaster. Headmaster, thinking of himself closes the gate way to the village to save his school. He thinks nothing of how the villagers feel, but somehow feels remorse and guilt for what he has done. All he wanted to do was make sure that his school passed the inspection. He tries to regain the peace that he and the priest had once had. By then it was broken and nothing could fix it. If the headmaster would have let things be, the peace would have remained. When something is broken it is then more than one piece. Once it is broken it is usually hard to fix; just like the path in the story. If the headmaster was more considerate of his surroundings the inspection would have done well and no harm would have been caused. Everything could have been fine if the path was never bothered and just left alone.

The path represents death and new beginnings. Without death there could be no new. With every bad thing comes a good. The path is the only way for the ancestors to cross between the village and for newborns to arrive. It is the only way that death can escape, or it will be trapped. As the priest states on page 477 in the fiction book “This path was here before you were born and before your father was born. The whole life of the village depends on it. Our dead relatives depart by it and our ancestors visit by it. But most important, it is the path of children coming in to be born…”. This path was the life of the village and when it was gone so was the village. But because the headmaster refused to listen to the priest, he suffered the consequences as well. His inspection was ruined by the very hate that he shunned against the village. When the school was perfect, there was no hate; only love to fulfill the school of the dreams it could become in the future. These dreams and hopes were then crushed by the path that was now closed off. Everything could have been prevented if one small thing was done differently; the path had remained open.

This story was inspired by the African culture. Everyone perceives a story differently according to what they have learned in the past. If the priest and the headmaster grasped the path in the same way there would have never been a conflict. “A dead men’s path” shows that even though people do not get along we need to learn how to. Many people walk away from situations without trying to compromise. This story teaches us that we need to learn this skill to become successful in life. If you can not cooperate with other people life will be hard for you.

The necklace essay

When you have everything that you absolutely need in life, what more can you ask for? Matilda Loisel had an average life compared to les unfortunate people. When all her husband did was try to please her, she begs for more. She was unhappy with what she has in life. She believes that it could be more. Matilda wants to be on top and when she can’t have it she complains and whines. The one word that describes her would be greed.

Matilda wanted to be elegant and graceful, but she thought that one must be wealthy to possess these wonderful features. She clearly did not see what was right in front of her. The necklace symbolizes sophistication and greed that she had or wanted in her life. When this necklace was around her neck her life was fantastic. Everyone wanted to dance with her at the ball. But wanting everything can only take you so far in life. Once you get to the top of the mountain everything is wonderful; but you can only stay up there for so long. When you lose your balance everything goes downhill. This is exactly what happened to Matilda when she lost the very necklace that got her to the top in the first place. She lost her elegance and grace. When the necklace is gone, so is the greed. All she felt was guilt and if she had done something differently things would be better. The greed in the necklace was gone and replaced with sorrow. All of the good that came with the necklace came and went just as fast. Because of this error Matilda and her husband spend the next ten years repaying her greed with hard work and labor. If she was not wanting more she would have never lost the necklace. Once finished she finds that her work was for something that was of lesser value. She paid more than the original was worth. This symbolizes that with greed you have to pay more to get rid of something that is so small and not worth your time. Matilda paid off her greed with the replacement necklace she bought for her friend. She finally saw how it was to be less fortunate than she already was. Once she saw this she regretted her actions immediately. She wanted what she had before; but by then it was too late and she was stuck forever. Greed can ruin lives. Yet most people let it control them.

Matilda always wanted more that what she had. She would look at what she had and become sad that she was not rich like her friend. For example on page 15 in the hand out. “She suffered incessantly, feeling herself born for all delicacies and luxuries. She suffered from the poverty of her apartment, the shabby walls, the worn chairs, and the faded stuffs. All these things which another woman of her station would not have noticed, tortured and angered her.” The small things like a scratch on a chair would infuriate her with rage and selfishness. She wanted everything she did not have. Her husband tried with everything he had to please her. He gives her a gift and she needs something to go with it. She will not be seen wearing something that is cheap yet beautiful. When her husband suggested she wear flowers to play up her face she said it was cheap and needed some real jewels. She wanted money to be pleasing to the eye. Yet she still wanted more after everything her husband did for her. Wanting to be famous and rich, Matilda extinguished her comfortable lifestyle for a world of pain. She tried to be more than she really was and she failed. When she wanted everything all she got was nothing.

Greed can ruin a person’s life and how they act. Matilda threw away a good life for something way worse. She wanted money and that was what life meant to her. Money and nothing else. Without money Matilda thought her life was not as important as others. She felt as if she was too low to be noticed and buy her way to the top. All this did was put her at the bottom. The lesson within this story is that you need to be happy with what you have. Don’t ask for more than you need because you will end up with worse than you have. Greed takes you no where.

Tell tale heart essay

If you were a mad man would you admit it? “Tell tale heart” has a narrator that says he is completely sane. But the question is , do you trust him? If somebody is insane they usually believe the opposite of the truth. The author makes it your choice whether to believe that the narrator is insane or sane. The narrator is trying to convince us he is sane because he was smart enough to hide all the evidence of the murder. Ordinary people don’t have to convince people they are not insane. These concepts in the story are what really make you re-think the story of “Tell tale heart”.

The vulture eye is suppose to be evil. According to the narrator, he is sane for getting rid of the evidence. The vulture eye bothers the narrator with a passion. But instead of quitting his job as caretaker for the old man who possesses the eye, he takes a different route. He decides to murder the old man. “ I loved the old man. He had never wronged me.” Of course he would think of this act as perfectly normal; to break the law. As long and the truth was never revealed and it all stayed a secret. As you can see this narrator is not reliable. In my opinion he is insane because he thinks he is regular when he is nowhere close. The vulture eye represents evil and fear. This is the reason the narrator ends up killing the old man in the first place; because of his evil eye. The eye needed to go and the simple solution in his mind, is to rid of the old man. This is a tragic event but does not declare if it is a tragedy or not.

Irony is a story that is unrealistic. This could be a story from unicorns to vampires as long as it could not happen in real life. “ Tell tale heart” is an Irony because when the narrator hears the heartbeat, he assumes it is the old man coming back to haunt him. In real life this would never happen unless it was hallucination. Most people would either say that it was the narrator’s imagination or his sickness coming into play. The heartbeat represents the fall of the narrator. He reaches his goal and just as he is about to get away with it the heart starts to beat. This makes him feel guilty but can’t control himself while the police are still around. The heart beat symbolizes that in the end the old man wins, because the narrator is caught. Another unrealistic characteristic of the story would be the police. If this was a true story the police would search the perimeter even more than they did in the story. If the narrator was worrying they would have noticed because he was not acting normal. Not that he acted normal in the first place; but the police would have become suspicious of the narrator. Also they would have been less gullible. If a neighbor heard a scream they would never believe it was the narrator in his sleep. But back then, when the story was placed, most things were left without further investigation. Today we would have done everything differently like searching and questioning. Every fact points to Irony. The author made this story and Irony for a reason.

The author of “Tell tale heart” seems disturbed to write such a wretched story. If you researched Edgar Allen Poe you would find that his past life was very tragic. When Edgar was very young both of his parents died. This happens to many kids at young ages, but they eventually get over it and move on with their lives. Unfortunately, Edgar never recovered from this catastrophic incident. After his parents had died he was adopted by the Allen family. The mother was loving of Edgar and the only reason he was treated so well. The father thought otherwise of Edgar. When you get adopted it is usually a very happy moment after the disheartening event that put you there in the first place. It was for Edgar until his affectionate mother was snatched away from him by the wind of death. She was the only one who actually cared for him. After that, almost everything was down hill. The father put him down with every chance he got. Constantly getting negative vibes from his father, Edgar found an escape route into a world of fantasy. He started to wrote deep, dark, poems. I believe that his distressing past inflicted very much on his future. This might be why he wrote such alarming stories and poems. If his life had been happier, most of these stories would not exist.

Edgar Allen Poe had a diverse perspective on everything. He liked to put a twist on his stories endings. If his poems were happy they might not have been as good. In his stories you must look every little detail makes a difference. To truly understand his stories you must look beneath the obvious meaning. Look deeper into what it could possibly symbolize. Edgar Allen Poe was disturbed, but this is what made his pieces so interesting.