Journal #4

 Some things that are comfortable or comforting to me are my bedroom, my family, my friends, and music. My bedroom is comfortable to me because it is a place that I can escape to in my house to chill, to get away from everyone else, and relax on a long day. My friends are my rock and I am comfortable around them because when life gets hard they're always there to listen and comfort me. My family are the people that I am most  comfortable around because they support me with whatever I do and love me unconditionally. Whenever I need something I know my family is going to try to help me get whatever I need. Music is another thing that is comfortable to me because when I am stressed it relaxes me or when I am sad it can make me happy. There are several things that are either comfortable or comforting to me.

I Am From

I Am From

I am from a place where streets are loud and busy.

A place where every thing is quite query.

A place that is rarely ever silent.

A place where there is sometimes lots of violence.

A place where people fight day by day on the streets.

A place where some have no home and nothing to eat.

Where I am from we hear the sound bang, bang

from the guns of gangs. 

Out on these streets sometimes you will hear the sound of fear. 

You can see children walking around

crying in tears.

Oh how I wish I was from a place of silence where nobody lived in fear. 

Where teens weren't dying of drug overdose

year after year. 

A place where everyone gets along 

and the sounds of sirens are not like songs. 

A place where everyone has a home and food to eat.

A place where people don't have to think that their home is the street.

I am from a place that I wish could be tame. But for now everything will just have to remain the same.

   It all started one day at the decoration store where I lived ever since I could remember. I has hanging on the wall next to my new friends Zeke and Paula. They were telling me about how cool the place looked and how they liked seeing all the different people that came in everyday. I was zoning out on the conversation because I was quite tired hearing what they were saying. I was a pinata and I wasn't quite sure what would happen when I was finally picked. No one knew for sure what would happen, but I knew it was something bad because no one who had left the store ever came back. I was sad and lately I was very temperamental and my new friends began to notice. I knew in my heart that pretty soon my time would come and I would have to face the inevitable. On that sunny day a little girl with brown pig tails came up to me and pointed. She was with her mother and the girl was all excited. She was yelling that I was the one and that I was perfect. I knew from then on that it was my time. Several days later I was strung up in the back yard and there were several children around. It looked as if a celebration was going on. I was hot and the sun was beating down on me. I couldn't have felt anymore miserable for I didn't know what was to become of me. That's when I noticed a group of children that began to walk by me looking at me with excitement. The little girl from the store was blind folded and had a bat placed in her hands. Oh no! I knew what was going to happen to me and I didn't know what to do because I was trapped. I began to be lowered and I felt like crying as the girl prepared to swing the bat at me. The little girl swung the bat. Whack! I felt a sharp pain and everything became dark. THE END