I started off , in the ground . Never planned to be anything but a cucumber. But one day everything changed , I was sitting in the ground minding my own buissness when someone , something was tugging on my head . I could see light . It was cold, the air was brisk on my newly formed skin. I was traveling , the sun was too strong for my eyes . The will I had to open them was too strong and soon my eyes ajusted. I was comeing closer so a whole bunch more cucumbers just like me , in a box well atleast I think it was a box , I was dropped into it. Crowded by mulitple screaming vegtables. A rumbleing noise started up and we started moving , passing the farm I once used to come from on a journey to the unexplored. The spinning tires kicked up the dirt road making it hard to breathe , excitement filled me , and questions baffled me. Exploring beyond the dirt, beyond the place I knew best . Out of my comfort zone , and alone .

Soon the dirt road had ended and the grey cement was now what we traveled on , what a diffrence , such a smoother ride . The ride was long and boring , we started to slow down so I assumed we reached our destination . It had a tube on the roof and smoke was coming out of it , there was a sign onfront of the long shiney door which read 'Asian Pickle Factory' what was I doing here? How could I read? Well anyways , my fate was now determined. I was destined to be a pickle , but the process was it painful? Would I still be alive? My nerves got the best of me and I started paniking trying to escape . I was despereate to get out , I didn't want to be a pickle .

It was too late , I was trapped behind the golden gates connecting me to the road. 'Doomed' thats all i could think , we arrived at the loading station prepared to be unloaded. Shaking and hyperventalating. Barrels full of vinager , never smelt a liquid the smelt so sour. What were they for .. I was awaiting the pain , they picked up the wooden bin I was in , heading for the barrel's Walking quickly but their agility was magnifient as we reached the barrel I braced myself for anything , pain , a life after death , just something.. The bin started to tilt, I started to roll down into the the vinager , no longer was I in the box but in mid air , time slowed it felt like I was suspended in mid air seemed like minuets before all of a sudden , things became reality and I plumbited down, to the bottom of the barrel with a plunk. Fully imersed in the vinager I expect something strange to happen , expecting to feel pain I waited . When I could no longer hold my breathe I took one big breathe in , filling my mouth with the tangy fluid. I swallowed with my puckered face and tried again , desperate for air I kept on breatheing in , untill there was no more air in my lungs and I just gently shut my eyes and fell to a deep sleep.

Months later..

I wake up to the sound of something running down the drain , I was alive but I felt diffrent , I felt older. What had happened to me! I scope the room , I see dark green things right beside me , my vision was blurred but they looked familiar like old cucumber friends I made on he journey here , but no longer were they cucumbers , they were the same as me . I didn't like the new me , it was indescribable how i felt , but one word that I could use was angry . Not intentionaly but the vinager did something to us . Again we were being transported somewhere diffrent , but this time not in a wooden box nor in a truck , a clean jar with some sort of liquid in it , but this time the liquid didnt smell bad it smelt like every other pickle in the room , there was also a plant in it probaly dill. One by one we were put into the container , untill it was my turn , i tried to roll away but i had to controll of my body anymore , paralized forever .

I dived into the jar expect something interesting to happen . I thought this time for good I would be out in the open to see the world , but no life in a jar you can't see anything through the cloudy liquid. Alone in a jar , nothing to see and nothing to do . I descided to end this miserable trip . I closed my eyes a fell asleep , 'not to be disturbed' I thought as a drifted off to sleep.

My long slumber was rudly interupted when the sealed jar lid snapped open , a fork immersed itself into the jar and stabbed one of the pickles , then again and again untill there was only one pickle left. Me. Closer and closer the fork came , I tried to blink it all away but everytimeI opened my eyes it was closer. Soon it was close enough , its sharp points break my bumpy outter skin, I couldn't feel it , but I watched and imagined it. My eyes started getting heavy and my heart slowed down , I felt weak and my body was telling me to give up. I knew it was my time I could tell, this would be the end of my journey of becomeing a pickle. 'Goodbye' I said as I closed my eyes to rest of enternal sleep.

Be the same,

Being different. Focus on that, it's the only thing that will separate you in this world. Everything has changed now, being an individual was no longer excepted, we all have to be the same, be normal. Why the same? rebellion was happening people wern't excepted so things had to change. They made us change into people we were not, blonde hair becomes brown and clothes become gray and boring. We all spoke the same language, sang the same songs, read the same books, believed in the same religion, lived the same life. Everyone was hypnotized into believing, into thinking being the same was right. Well, I was different I couldn't be the same, I would never be the same. I had to live my life as a lie, behind closed doors I was me, the old me. The person who loved to be different, but very little time did i get to be me. Deep down, I can see in every one's eyes, that they want to be who they really are. Wishing they could go back in time and pause, to the way it used to be.

Under the lights of the dark street, I see what i see everyday. People, marching down the street in a direct line. Everyone with a straight face, not a smile in miles. Couldn't the government see we were suffering, we liked being diffrent, just let us work out our diffrences. As the march by I smell, the smell we were all forced to wear, the stench of it stung my nose. I had chosen to pay the price and smell like nothing, instead of the musky stink they call perfume. the same straight edge hair cut all those girls have, boy did I hate that hair cut, buzz cuts for the guys. All the buildings were the same, grey bricks with blue doors, if we wanted a hat it was a baseball cap of course grey. Life was diffrent then I wanted it to be, I couldn't describe my feelings for the day. I was never diffrent anymore, I never had fun anymore I sure miss the old days. But maybe relbelion will start again , maybe we can go back to being unique. I'm drifting off to sleep, and I understand that maybe I can be the same as everyone its time to except my fate

My street,

A small street to live on but full of many adventures and many good times, I can remember alot of amazing things that have happened all around my street. But lets just try and picture my street first, as you turn down the street of Parkveiw court you see many houses, plently too do on this street, a small forrest to adventure through and plenty of friendly people to socalize with. Theres my house with the white body and blue moldings, across the street would be Tyrel's house, I remember so many good times with him and his brother Dylan, me and my little sister would beat up Tyrel and his older brother in their front lawn. It was entertaining and very fun, I also remember playing in the forrest by my house with Jessica and my little sister and Tyrel and his brother came down and were throwing rocks at us. The forrest was possible the best thing to play in to pass time, me and my sister spent hours making forts and building traps down there, we would pretend we were stuck down there and try to survive.

In the forrest plenty on unforgetable things have happened. There was a tree swing, oh what joy that brought me and all my friends. Then of course there was the climbing tree, plenty of times I had come home with rips and tears in all my pants and shirts, I remember getting stuck up there for hours and hours, enjoying the veiw and yelling at the passers by. Hide and seek down there was one the best things to do, we would run around the dark depths of the forrest, crawling into every nook in every rock and climb up every tree. It was like a mission, thats how we would learn patients, stillness.

My next door neighbours would their baby blue house, I can always hear their large boxer barking and houling. I miss those days, when the boxer would freely run around the whole street, me and my sister sprinting after it for hours. We would sit on our fence and talk to their small children and soon be became great friends, they knew us and we became close, borrowing food items and things that are needed. Untill the dreaded day when on that for sale sign the was a sign that said sold, it was sad yes but all I could do was move on a forget.

Most of the people are our street were never really close, so when I wasnt with my friends the only person I could play with was my sister, that street is very important to me, and I would never want to move. I rememeber not haveing much toys when I was a child so I would just play with the grass and dirt and sticks, I learned to be creative, that I my street.

Better then your's,

It was silent, nothing to say nothing to do. The class was boring and the rain was pouring, all the students with a frown on their faces. I decided to break the silence "My sock is better then your sock!" that was my first out burst. AT first no one responded, they were confused by that random comment, but soon someone caught on.

"No my sock is deffinatly better then yours!" replied Alex.

"How so?" I questioned.

"Just look!" as she slipped off her shoe, "It has yellow and grey in stripe form. Nothing and I mean NOTHING can beat that" She remarked.

I smerked and responded with " Wow, that's it! My socks beat your by a long shot!" As a slipped of my shoe, and revealed my masterpeice "Look, lime green, yellow and purple, can you beat that?"

The class was shocked, why were we having a fight about a sock? I don't think I could answer that question. But it kept on going, the class was very amused by are silly little argument.

"Well, my socks are from Japan!" Boasted Alex flashing the tag on her sock.

"Think thats a big deal, mostly all my songs are made in Japan. But these, are made from twenty diffrent countrys!"

"What country's what might those be?" Asked Alex with a sinister smerk on her face.

" Names Unpronounceable" I was smileing after that remark.

We were having so much fun with this, smae with the class. We were making a great conversation out of socks. Alex has ran ou of things too say, I thought I was about to win the conversation . But then it happened.

"My socks are Asian!" Alex said after a long silence.

After that, I knew I just failed there, she knew that would always win, but then I thought of it. It was great I knew exactly what to say.

"Just to let you know, my socks came from all over Asia, so my socks are more Asian then yours." I had the biggest grin on my face.

Everyone around the class was confused. Asian has nothing to do with greatness. But in our minds it does. Our converstastions are usualy pointless but it's usaly great.

WORDSS

It's pitch black and lonely in here. This box is small and secluded, I was exasperated by the lonelyness. Why was I here, these questions baffled me, well in sithence I was playing Hide and go seek with my brother, but now it's been four hours. And I'm still here, inside this small toy box, the spot I hide ever time I play this game. I'm displeased, no one cares that I haven't been out and about four hours. Unloved and forgotten, they only care about arrangeing a $4000 funeral for my cat who died from panleukopenia, they are unrational they won't spend one measly dime on me and spend $4000 wasted dolars on the cat. I'm apperantly a 'nussence'. So now i'm here, overlying all these things getting ready to decompose, but they are imperishing. They are identing the abnormaly small toy box, th shattered grass shaving the flesh of my back. I feel tingleing inside, the fumes inside here are making me dizzy, toxic fumes equal mutation, oh great! I'm going to me a mutated freak uncounsious in a toy box full of imperishing unkown items. The scent, it was horrid, smells like an Acer negundo, maybe after a couple more hours I'll need some medication like i don't know Haematology the sickly taste of that medicence.

I bet you're wondering why I don't just open the door and crawl out, well to sooth you're overactive little minds someone put a unbreakable ununlockable lock on the lid, I'm stuck like a fish on a hook, nothing I could do but sit here and wait to decompose like the rest on unknown objects in this bin. I was inadmissible to my family, unexcepted or inproper to them, like I was a cat in a pack of wolves. I was rejected by my own mother, my own father! The ones who share my blood.

Hours passed and i'm still here. There's no doubt that I'm going to die, I never knew what I was like to be face to face with death, my fate was determined, all I could do now was wait...

Too much sugar?

In the air was saddness, silence filled the interior of the car. Tears dripping down her cheek, what was happening was all I was thinking. I was sad even though I had no idea what was happening but looking at my mom I felt sypathy. I knew, I was causing her this misery. But what was happening, I asked my mom there was no answer. The silence just dronned on, the confusing just kept growing, uninformed I arrived at the hospital. My mom got out of the car, grabbed a bag full of clothes and toilettries and head for the door, with the bright sign that said Enter *patients only* Then, all of a sudden, a light clicked off in my head. I knew why I was here, that page my mom researched on the computer finally made sense. I was here because...I have diabetes. That realization made the happiness in me drain all the way down my body and out my toes into the ground, gone forever. I was walked up into the childrens ward into a room soo bright, it had paintings of some sort of tree's or something on it. I was led to the bed by the window and sat down, still having mixed feelings about everything that was going on. Then a nurse bardged into the room, her eyes looked sad. She was carrying a tray it was bright red with food on it. I was hungry, but why couldn't I just go home and eat? She placed the tray down and left without saying a word, her marshmellow looking nurse shoes pitter patted down the hallway. Then she came back, with two things this time, things i have never seen before, ifirst she pulled out this small rectangle thing, with a blue lid, what was it. She asked for my finger, what was I supposed to do? give it too her or hide them? I decided to give her a try, with my delicate fingers. She uncapped that contraption, that would be the first on many. "Click" that was the last thing I heard, there was a little needle in there. Punctureing the soft flesh on my fingers, I could feel the blood starting to rush out of my finger

I could faintly hear her saying "Milk your finger!" Ummm? Milk my finger, how odd did that sound, there was only one thing I could think of too say back "What do you mean! My finger is NOT a cows utter!" Then the laughing started and my hearing came back, my finger still throbbing and my mind still confused, She brang this small thing towards me, it looked like an MP3 player. She stuck this little strip too my finger, the blood rushed up it like a vacume cleaner. What was it? What was happening? No one was answering me. There was only one thing I knew for sure I had diabetes. What! she was coming back, this time with..a needle and a vile! Gosh I hate needles soo much. It wouldn't hurt, I thought to myself.

"Your legs stomache or Arm?" She asked?

"Stomache?" I responeded with a confused tone of voice, she headed towards my stomach. Pulling up my shirt, The needle puntured my soft tissue, but the fluid in it, what was it doing. All those weeks of tiredness and thirst those feelings were now subsideing. Why? What was she putting into me? Why was it making feel this way? What was it doing? I guess the questions never really mattered, but I was getting better now thats what matters. It was like a miricale, a strange feeling, a feeling of relif and serenity. It was great, but I had no idea I was going to do that for the rest of my life.

I kinda remember being in the hospital, and now that I think about they never directly told me I had diabetes, I kinda just put the peices together. But I think something that will stick in my head forever is what the nurses repeatedly said "soon this will just be another part of your dailey routine" I never actually belived them. Untill, it actually became reality. But after that first day in the hospital after I woke up, I was diffrent. I was living life from a new perspective.

I'm a needle

It's flu season, people all around coming to the designated spot to get their vacsination. I'm the terrible thing that gives them the fluid, to pervent them from become sick. But the pain it brings after the fact. I hate my job, I cause people pain. Much pain, they tremble at the sight of me some even faint. I'm ashamed of myself I make small children cry I love children, I never want to see them cry, why was I made to bring pain when all I want them to feel is love. But they will thank me for the giving them the lovely fluid later.


The lines start to grow, the dirt covered unsanitary clinic is now filled. Unknowing of all the unsafe practises they do. I'm a reused needle, used for everyone that comes in for their shot. It's Gross and unsafe. And look, next in line. A small little boy, with blonde hair and blue eyes. Adorable, thats all I could say about him, his eyes they were misty. Not because he was dragged in here, but because he saw me. But it wasn't all of me, just my body my beautiful white and orange body, with numbers going up all the way to my neck. But then the cap popped off, his blue little eyes suddenly bulged out, a tear trickled down his face like rain drops on a car window. He knew the what the pain was going to be like, soon it wouldn't just be a figure of his imagination, all the pain would become real.


His mother started pulling him, into the office. My shiney metal needle put into that small vile of medicene, was it really medicene? He sat down in that grey chair, hyperventalating. The tears are now streaming down his face more like a tap then a car window. I come closer and closer to his arm about an inch away. "Relax" I heard the doctor exclaim. My feirce point punctureing his pasty white skin, deeper and deeper into his flesh, I hear a shreek. That blue liquid starts squirting out then I feel a tug then I'm out. On the counter all alone, the little boy still screaming, face red. I did that too him, that sweet little innocence gone replaced was pain. I wish I could warn him. That pain would be worse tomorrow, then the infection will come. TOO many people had used my sharpe point. The big, the small the fat and the skinny. All have used me to prevent becomeing sick well little did they knew, this very clinic was cheap, too cheap to buy more the one needle. There was nothing I could do I was an Inaniment object inable to move, inable to talk.



Rage filled me, I was used, more then once. The wrong way. I'm a use once and poperly dispose needle, it even thinks that on my package that I come with. Immature doctors, why did they even get their licesnse they aren't helping ANYONE! Saddness runs through me, where that gross liquid or 'medicene' should be. I hurt inside, sorrow runs through these vains! Well more like tube, but I wish, for one wish. And with that wish I would wish that I could be diffrent. Not a needle something more Hapy, something that brings joy to everyone like ummmm a Teddy Bear! One day maybe just maybe my wish will come true. But untill then I'm going to be a needle. Maybe even for ever.


It was now the end of the day my job was done, put into that yellow used needle box all loney. Going to disposale, maybe even turned into a new needle. Maybe next time I puncture someones beautiful skin, it will only be that one person. Not 30, maybe I will be given to a diabetic, used for good. To save someone's life, then that is when I would be proud. Proud of myslef and proud of my job. I just hope, I will not be put back into this Doctors office. But can I change? Can an inamiment object change, not on the outside but on the inside, cna I be used for good not evil, can I choose who I hurt? Can I choose who I save? I don't know if I can, but I will try.

Scaredy Student

Hi my name is Marvin, I have just a couple problems. Well more then a couple problems. They aren't weird or anything. Just a little bit obsesive. I don't know why i'm always so scared I just am. From Birth I have been scared of everything but probaly one of the stupidest things I am scared of is the fear of getting peanut butter to the roof of my mouth but yet I eat peanut butter every day it's one of the only things I like and that i'm not alegic too. But I have soo many more fears that it's almost impossible to live a normal life.

In the morning is when it all starts. I have a peanut butter sandwich for breakfast and eat it slowly so none of the penut butter will get stuck to the roof of my mouth. One bite after another. not small butes but big ones, it's just safer. But then I have to brush my teeth oh what a hassel that is. I also have a fear of choking on a toothbrush I quickly brush my teeth so the tooth brush doesn't have time to lodge it self in the throut, because without brishing my teeth my breath wouldn't be minty fresh to impress the ladies. The sad thing is, being scared of everything that means even my tooth paste. Yes thats right, it sounds kind of stupid. But look at it this way, what happens if the tooth paste just so happens to be too strong and the minty freshness burns my mouth. It would be too sore to eat anything so I would die from lack of food, see your scared right now. I can see you shaking. 'My point proven. Well enough of that nonsense, it's time for school. So I pack my backpack, same order everyday. Just so I know where everthing is.

Here's how it goes:

1. My bible

2. My Binder

3. My Sweater

4. My peanut butter sandwich

That's all I need thorughout my day. Seems like nothing for a scardy cat like me, I bet you were expecting an emergency kit or maybe an emergency plan, well you though wrong. I have it all planned out at school. They will have everything I need there, like when I eat my peanut butter sandwich they have paint brushes to scrap the peanutbutter gets stuck, but thats just a worse case senario. You might think that I have very little fears, but you will see more of them when I get to school. While walking to school I always wear bubble wrap, I have to make sure that if I fall I wont get a cut that will turn into a scab, and we all know that when it turns into a scap you want to pick it off. But when you pick it off a scar might form, and who would want to marry someone with big ugly scars all over their body. I DO NOT under any cercumstanse want to grow old alone, living with 20 cats in an ugly dull pink smelly apartment. Well enough of this chit chat I have to get to school.

When I finally get to school. I make sure nobody touches me without washing their hands. I would hate to get a cold and have to bring homework home and get a paper cut and bleed to death with nobody to save me. I also make sure I wear extra safe inside shoes, or slippers if you wish, so that if the floors are ever wet or slippery I will not slip and break a bone, being forced to go to the hospital with scary doctors looking at me, maybe looking at me naked depending on the injury. Wouldn't that we akward, yeah i guess they have seen many people naked but they have never seen me naked, so it's different. When at school there are nurses and teachers that could be at my aid in a second. I wish I could grow out of these fears. But I think I'm stuck with them. By the end of the day my nerves calm down. But i'm still skidish on the walk home. Strangers always walk by me which makes me pee my pants. I'm always scared they are going to steal my bible. It comforts me in any situation. Usualy nothing ever happens well anything bad. But maybe just maybe today would be diffrent.

As Marvin was walking through the park, birds flying over head. People passing him left and right. Nothing seems to be targeting him but then a shiney beach ball rolled up by his bright white saftey sneakers. A young little boy trotted up and asked "Do you want to play catch with me?" Marvin was shocked, he has never been talked to by a stranger before. He was shaking, what is he wanted to steal his stuff!?! What if he wanted to murder me!?! Why was he asking these silly questions you ask? Because! These things could happen, with anyone.

The young boy was just standing there. Looking at me with his dark blue eyes. He looked so inocent, but I could trust no one. He could try to kill me. He could do anything. I wasn't going to take that chance, there was no time to waste I had to get home before my peanut butter sandwich would go bad, so I quickly trotted away. Leaving the little boy standing there, with that cute little confused look on his face. I had this sudden urge to go back, back too see him, back too play catch with his lovely ball. Too bad it was too late I had to go.

I finally got home, carfully unlocking the door being carful not to be sliced on the shiney metal key. The house was silent. Same old house, the extra padded walls that I made my mother buy just incase I tripped and fell against the wall and wack my head and break my skull. As you can see I always think of the worst case senario instead of that nothing bad usualy ever happens, thats why I have such a great difficulty getting over all my pathetic fears.

Then all of a sudden, music starts playing from inside my room. I was so scared but i rushed down to my room anyways. There was something in there I could see the figure moving in the darkness. Quickly I flicked on the light and looked around my room. Strangly I saw what I never EVER expected too see. It was green, red and brown, a guy. Deffinetly not a normal guy, but I guy dressed in..a Tacos suit? I look up the down with a confused look on my face. Questions raced through my scared little mind. Just why was he dressed as a Taco? Why was he in my room? These questions baffled me. But guess what!?! I wasn't scared. For the first time in YEARS I wasn't scared. This thrilled me, but what was I going to tell my mom when she got home. "Hi mom, take down the padding on the walls. I'm not afraid of anything! Yeah thats right, A guy dressed in a Taco suit helped me over come my fears"

That wouldn't go well. She would send me to a mental hospital, even the people in the mental hospital would think I was mental. I'll have to think up an excuse, the new me willing to lie. oh i'm was such a rebal. The new devious me ready to prowel the streets.

*Warning* Theres a new Marvin lurking the streets. This guy is a rebal, yup a hard core R-E-B-A-L. Beware he might spray you with silly string. Or lie to you about being asian. Do not I repeat DO NOT over look this warning, this is no joke. Under no cercumstance should you speak to Marvin, or even look at his for that matter. Just remember this warning it will save your life one day. Just wait and see.

Driving age

Driving. Something everyone waits for ever since they turn the age of 10. But what should be the legal age to drive? Right now in Canada the legal age to drive is 16. Personally I don't think the age should change. 16 seems like the perfect age, think about it, at sixteen the are mature enough to handle driving around other people and would take it seriously. They will be able to Pay for the car, gas and car insurance because they will have a good paying job to support them. But of course at the age of sixteen you deserve to have more freedom to go where ever you want when ever you want.


There are two other ages that are commonly brought up in this subject. 14 and 18. At 14 I think teens are too young. They are not mature enough to handle what might happen on the roads. They obviously won't be able to pay all the bills and think about how "cool" they would try to act. Speeding tickets and even though it's illegal talking on the phone and texting. Yes, some of them could be mature and the age doesn't really matter. But 14 year old's take it as a right to drive not a privilege. When really, you need to earn the right to drive, kid's take it as a game including Road races and much more, and I'm not saying adults don't do this. But it's more likely that kids would. But then there's 18. 18 would be a good age to drive because at 18 you're more mature and learn the consequences about being a bad driver. They will also have enough money to pay all the bills and for the car. But they wouldn't have allot of stuff to do with the car. I personally wouldn't mind 18 but I still think 16 is the best.

There are both Pros's and Con's to these ages. Drinking and driving is a factor for any age, you just got to know the limit. Speeding tickets, and parking tickets also fit into this category. Any possible age could be the legal age to drive. But why would you want to compromise something that is already good. The legal age being 16 hasn't caused allot of problems and everyone makes a big deal about "Sweet Sixteen" and getting a car is also part of that too. So there is always something behind every reason and law in the world, not saying that was a reason. Kid's want it to be a really young age an example would be 10. But do you expect you're parents to pay the 100$ or so on the gas bill every time you run out of fuel. You're parents buy you allot of things and I don't think it would be their responsibility to pay for you're car bills too. They make their own living for what they want. So at young ages it's hard to make allot of money and get a good job to support your car. And younger people driving will put more life's in Jeopardy

I like the fact that kids will be becoming more mature after they start driving and growing into the real world. But I don't think a fourteen year old would be able to become mature. Kid's are growing up too fast, don't rush driving. Practically all the things I've said in these couple paragraph are the obvious. But I was forced to write about what I think the legal age to drive and I stated my opinion. But I'm pretty sure people still will want to drive by ten. Just wait to sixteen you will have plenty of time to drive after that.
Massiver

What a plan!

The countless days that all we do is get up, get dressed, brush our teeth and eat breakfast then head off to school. Most days something new happens, but in my boring stick in the mud school NOTHING new happened. Same classes everyday same people walk the dark halls. No new signs and new kids. So today was the day I was going to spice up the school. My brain was devious and full of thoughts on what I could do, I could do anything I want and I still wouldn't get in trouble. See, my mom is always at work and is never home so it's not like she would ever hear about it. Then, theres my dad, he left when I was a small boy. But back to my plans. What to do, what to do...
I decided to go to the pet store, and buy myself a hudge creature. So big, I would have to buy a semitruck, because this creature was bigger the a single human. It was fearous and beastly, huge teeth and ragged fur. It was kept in the back room of store. Too dangerous to keep near people.
I now know exactly what I was going to do. Yes this is going to be big I might get a few people hurt, but whats a couple people less in this huge world. I couldn't imagine the schools terror when my plan is in action. Probaly one of the best things that will happen at this school. Maybe it will teach these stupid boring teachers that they need to have some fun! My plan was working out perfectly then I remember. There was one possible delay on this plan. I had no money to buy it. But I was going to try and make a deal with the shopkeeper. "Hello, ummm.. I was wondering if I could buy the feroious beast in the back room. Or maybe could I make a deal? Can I have it for free and work at your shop?"
The scrawny man at the front counter, turned his head and looked terrified at that back room. "You-you can have it! I want to get the ugly beast out of my shop now! So take it!" I smiled walked to the back room. Opened the door quickly put on the a massive leash, being carful not to get bitten. This creature was like no other animal in this world. No other terrifing beast would ever measure up to this-this thing. I actually had no idea what it was, maybe when I get home I will search it up on google. This plan was working out perfectly! I was dead set against that school, I was ready for it to be destroyed. Tomorrow would be the day or maybe the next week. But what would happen if the school destroyed for good? Would I have to move away from my friends, be one of those outsiders from a different town coming into a new school, dressed differently. I don't think I want to take the chance. Another plan down the drain, but what am I going to do with the beastly thing? I guess to the forrest we go! Trotting down the pathway to the forrest to let my new friend go into the wild. What a waste of time today was, missing school yet another time! Boy what am I going to do with my life?
My phone started ringing "Time to go home!" Someone yelled down the street, Oh my goodness! That reminded me! I had to be home right now, time to write in he journal again. That book, Oh what a book! Filled with my daily pans to destroy the school. One for ever day I was in that school, 751 pages filled with crap. My life is going, jus wait untill tomorrow, who knows what plan I will come up with!

Camping (:

Every summer the only thing on my mind is "When are we going camping again" The joys camping brought to my family and many others! The best part of camping was the fact that you don't have to care that you don't look your best, or how every single day can be a new adventure. The green tree's that surrond the camp sites. The birds chirping the the morning telling you to wake up. The croak of the frogs at night while your trying to sleep. The memories of when I caught my first fish and crying because I didn't want it to die. The heat of the fire feeling like it burned your skin making you rub your legs to cool them down. Walking around the campsites colecting sticks for fire wood. Camping always brought familys closer. Roasting those sticky marshmellows on the fire. Sitting on a boat waiting for a bite on your hook, the excitment when you catch the fish. The screams when you jump off the dock into the freezing cold magestic blue lake.
Probaly one of my favourite things about camping is the wilderness, its always so beautiful and full of new adventures. The way the tree's smell in the morning always wakes me up, the wonderful sent carries on through the day. All the many colours of tree's surrounding us. Making everyone happy. All the amazing animals that randomly crawl by uour camp site. The sounds of the squirrles running and squeeking through the trees. The chipmunks in the fire place trying to find scraps to eat digging around, paper and scraps of wood falling around the metal hollow circle. The moose running down the hill to the lake to get a drink of water, with its baby following close behind. The memories that you will never forget after campingare usually amazing! Deers chasing and hissing at you while your sprinting for the outhouse. Fishing and while your trying to catch another fish, you think your fish is dead then it just hopes back into the water. Year after year, my family always bring up these wonderful memories. Sometimes it embaressing but camping is a whole lot of fun!
Camping can consist of many things but of thing for sure everyone does is have a camp fire. Roasting marshmellows over the hot coals, getting the grahm crakers and chocolate ready to make the smores! The smell of the smoke sticking to you for days after you get home and have a shower. The burning hot flames making you look away by the amazing marvel of the fire. I can rarley imagine camping without a fire. I always remember my sister and I cooking many diffrent things over the fire, such as Fish guts, Leeches and much more. The white smoke riseing into the air, then suddenly you feel it blowing on your face. You quickly close your eyes, then your eyes start to water. Thats one of the worst things about smoke. Sadly my family only lights fire at night so we have to find something better to do during the day, many times it consists of walking around the camp sites.
The camp sites are always filled with something to do, its very entertaining. Playing hide and seek through the forest. Building forts out of sticks, going swiming and of course going to catch snakes. I have to admit that snakes are one of the easiest animals to catch. Once you get past the scales and teeth, the longs tounge. They are really fun to play with. Walking around the camp site, nothing in our hands heading off to catch snakes. The rocks in our flip flops and our hair tied back. It was a perfect sunny day to fid some snakes. We walked down the grassy path to the lake, suddenly I see something quickly moving past my feet, I figured it was a snake, so I strat running after it. I lightly put my foot down right below its head, grabbed its tail. It's body curled around my lower arm, one of the weirdest feelings ever. After a couple minuetsmy sister and I had four snakes two around my arms, and two around hers. We alwasy seem to find something fun to do. I will never forget the time when my dad and sister bet each other a dollar to eat a tadpole with a marshmellow, it was soo funny to see their faces when they tasted the slimy little creature.
Our camping trips are always filled with days packed with many things. But at the end of the day its always good to get into my sleeping bag and drift off to sleep getting fully rested for the next day. But sooner or later we had to leave. So we packed up our stuff and got ready to leave, driving down the road out of the camp site, wondering when we wouldgo camping again.

Hypnotizing

You turn around to see those dark brown eyes sparkling, they were looking at you, suddenly everything around you goes silent, execpt for the faint sound of the other students around you. The trance of those goreous eyes is hard to break, starting to relax I sit back in my chair, being careful not to take my eyes off his. The trance made me happy and calm. Every care in the world just drifted away once you looked into those eyes like an eraser on your brain. I could see his smile growing bigger and bigger, the dimples on his cheeks were extremly memorizing. I knew i was stuck on his eye though. The brown surronding me, calming every musscle in my body. I was loving every minuete of it. His eyes were just as goreous as mudusa's, it was incredibly hard to take my eyes off them. Then i hear the sound in the background of the bell ringing, chairs being pushed in. It was time to leave, but i couldn't move. Stuck in this hypnotic state i had to wait for him to turn away. But neither of us moved, i felt the ice cold hands on my face, someone was turning my face away. I took one last overwhelming look, shook my head and i was out of the trance. I walked over behind his desk, he stood up, gave me one of his amazing hugs.Being carful not to look into those gorgeous brown eyes. But it was too late, i was locked into his eyes again, starting to be hypnotized. Not complely because i could hear someone repeating my name, i was being pulled away, never forgetting those eyes. They were locked inside my head. But sadley we had to parted our seperate ways.

Smileing hurts! (Love/Happiness)

Valentines day was coming up. The dance decorations were being prepared, I was planning to ask that special someone to the dance. Knowing he would porbaly say no I decided to back down at the last minuete. The feeling i got when i was around him, was something that I had never gotten before. The feeling where your breathless when ever you see him. Or how the incredible pain in your stomach when he hugs you. When every time he talks or smiles at you, your face feels burning hot.
Class was about to start, then finally i see him walk through the door, he flips his hair then sits down. Suddenly i realise i couldnt breathe, after a couple seconds my lungs finally decided to work. Sitting there infront of him, wondering if he knew that I couldn't breathe for that brief moment. Everyday in class i turn around and talk to him. But today i just didnt feel up to it. But suddenly i feel a light tap on my left shoulder, i turn around and see him there smileing at me. My face felt boiling hot, we started to talk, typeing and talking at the same time was complicated, and usually i messed up. But personally i thought it was worth it. I finally thought he was going to show me how he felt and ask me to the dance, but then the bell rang and my big smile quickley turned into a gloomy frown. The twinkle in my eyes quicly subsided, I packed up and walked out the door.
Walking down the hallway, laughing soo hard untill it hurt, goofing around and falling on the ground with my friends allways picked up my bad mood. Smileing, and eyes sparking. Walking around the crowded school hallways, pushing past everyone in sight. Finally it was time to go to class. Another hour and a half of pure toucher, and again, he was in that class, so i had to deal with the lack of air in my lungs, the fact that it felt like my face was going to boil of, or how i was dieing for him to realize that i wanted him to ask me to the dance. He only had a little bit more time to ask. Sadly i tought it wasnt going to happen.
It was time for the dance, tickets in our hands, me and my five friends line up to get inside the gym, people pushing and shoving around us, we huddle closer and closer together, untill we get past the teachers hand them our tickets and now were off to the dance. Noticing we were the only ones dance we laughed and just kept on doing out thing. We decided to merge to the front, suddenly a slow song pops on, i was frantically looking around to see if i could see him, sadly I did. He was slow danceing with another girl, seeing that just broke my heart, unrealizing that he hurt me, he decided to come up and ask me to dance at the next slow song. Then i figured out that my friend told him that i was upset, i said no. I wasnt taking a pitty dance.
The dance had gone by so fast, dancing like crazy, running around. I realized I made a big mistake I wanted to dance with him! Again, my stomach had butterflies, i wanted to find him, then i remember how foolish I was, turning him down and then asking him again. Now that would be embaressing. So i decided to dance with my friends again. Smileing was all I could do, I wasn't letting anyone ruin my dance. Suddenly someone comes up to me and tells me that he wanted to dance with me, i was excited, but while he was coming over, i decided i wanted to dance with my best friend. We had fun they suddenly i notice hes right behind me, I let go and turn and start to dance, my stomach started to hurt, even worse then it usually did when he hugged me. But my happiness stopped the pain from making me want to curly up in a ball and start to cry. I was smileing from ear to ear, very soon that smile started to hurt, so i changed it into a small grin. Happiness overwhelmed me, i had a feeling the dimples on my face would be permanet. But then the lights turned on, forcing me to shut my eyes, being in the dark for about 2 hours doesnt do good when the lights turned on. His grip getting tighter, he started squeezing me. The dance was over, i completly amazing dace, and the most amazing hug. I was shaking from all the happiness. That was one of the best things that had ever happened to me. Still smileing as I walk home, it hurt so bad. But i just couldnt stop! There was nothing that could bring down my mood now. I dropped my back back on the ground, danced for a bit, opened the front pocket on my backpack, grabbed out my phone. Laughed a bit with my friends. Went onto my contacts list on my phone, scrolled down untill I saw his name, slide my phone to the full keybored and started typeing "Baby its a fact, you and I were ment to be" clicked send, stuck my phone into my pocket, and wait for the response. Happiness is hard to find sometimes with love, it can be dangerous, depressing, but in the end its worth it.

But why! (Sadness)

School was coming to an end. Walking up the steep hill covered with dead grass, and pine needles. I could see the blue door just a couple feet away, from behind me a hear the sounds of feet coming towards me, I turned to my left and saw my best friend Sidney sprinting towards me. She wasn't looking like her happy self today, she seemed gloomy and depressed. Her pretty smile was turned into a upsetting frown. Something must have been wrong, I was bracing myself for the news. She reached me and said "I have have some extremly bad new to tell you, i'm moving at the end of the school year"
My bright smile suddenly turned into a frown, our faces looked like twins, tears began to form in the corner of my eyes. I knew it was going to be impossible to hold in the tears. My eyes gently shut, the clear tears dribbling down my face. They were sparklying in the sunlight as they hit my sweater. The wet spots covering my sweater fastly. Sidney wrapped her fragil arms around me, I did the same to her. I slowly tried to stop the tears so i could talk to her. I quietly asked "Wh-where are you moving?"
"Alberta" she responded, the tears dripping down her face made me cry even more. What happens if I was never going to see her again. Would we ever be able to stay in touch? The feeling of loosing her was unbarable, she took a part of my heart with her, that day when she packed up and left forever. I tried to smile, to make the day better, I was goign to try to make the last couple weeks i had with her the best time of my life. I knew when that day came, it would be one of the worst days in my life. So when that day finally came, we said our good byes, the tears rolling down my face. I stand in her drive way as they packed there car, Sidney and I stood there, then we finally hugged, as the whole family hopped into the car. The loud rumble of the engine didn't help stop the tears, my face soaked from all the tears, my lips quivering. Breathing heavly i could hear the sound of her voice saying good bye.
As they drove off into the distance with the dirt forming dust behind their wheels, waved goodbye, and started to walk home. Leaving a trail of tears drops the whole way.

"Wake up my love"

It was 12 oclock in the morning. The purple blanket on my bed surronded me, me head placed gently on my light green pillow. It was hard to sleep the Christmas lights from the neighbours across the street were still up and shining brighter then ever. My eye's were wide open, the sound of the bathroom sink running freaked me out. I guess whatching Saw 6 before bed wasn't the best idea. After about 10 scary minuets I was starting to doze off asleep, my eye lids were getting incredabily heavy it was hard to keep them open. I decided it was time to go to sleep or else i would be tired for school tommorrow. I slowly dosed off into a heavy sleep. It felt like second I had been asleep, breathing heavly. I felt something go on my face the small black and white hair went inside my nose when i breathed in. It didn't wake me at first but then I woke up from lack of air. Coughing like crazy i pushed my cat off the bed and ran to the kitchen for some water, injesting cat hair isnt the best thing to do in the middle of the night. My beauty sleep has been ruined. Sadly i dont think i will be in a very good mood tomorrow. My cat was creeping back into my room to sleeping on my head and suffacating me again. I quickley sat up, and randomly shook around in my bed. I saw the door open, but i couldn't see anyone coming in, so I figured it must have been my cat. I hopped out of bed, being as silent as possible tip toed over to my bright white door I saw a black figure sprint out of the door, make no noise as it bolted down the hallway. I quickly shut the door, and tried to get as much sleep as a could before my alarm clock went off.

On the beach by the ruins

The sun gleaming down on my shoulders, the wind rushing through my hair, The laughter of children and adults surrounded me, I was sprinting down the beaches of Tulum Mexico. The sand was burning my feet, the wind brushing by my ears sounded like I was on a bike. I had to get away, there was only one way out, I had to go in the turquoise water. I rapidly turned around and saw many people looking at me, their beady eyes gleaming in the Mexican sunlight. The waves were crashing against the rocks lining the beach, I hopped onto the the water doused rock, the sharp edges puncturing my feet, the scent of Taco's and Salsa rushed by me with the wind. I raised my hands, jumped of the rock and into the freezing water. The impact of water on my face was burning, i attempted to open my eyes, but the salt water burned, i knew i ad to open them or else i wouldnt be able to see my way back. Swimming around under the water was amazing, the beautiful fish that swam by were every colour I could think of. The brushed my body there smooth but slimy scales felt tingly on my legs. The time underwater might have bought me some time, but i was running out of air in my lungs. I had to go up, I started kicking and the water rushing down my body felt like ice sliding down my back. A huge splash! and I was on top of the water gasping for air. The water off my lips dropped into my mouth I puckered my lips the salty water tasted horrible. I look up to the shore, i could hear a young boy screaming tears dribbling down his face, i did the breast stroke back to shore when i got up the sand stuck to my feet like mud. Suddenly I felt a couple taps on my shoulder and the I turned, it turns out I didn't win the tag game, now it was my turn to chase them.

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