Extra Credit: A Stupid Text

I didn't mean to do it.
It was just a stupid text.
There weren't many cars
on the road.
It came out of nowhere.
How was I,
How could I,
I didn't know there was,
a little boy,
eight years old,
name was Thomas.
I'm sorry.
It was just a stupid text.
It read "lol".
That "lol" cost his life.
It cost his mothers' life.
It cost my sanity.
How can I live with,
I can't live with the guilt.
All of this over,
a stupid text.
I heard that the husband
goes to counseling now.
I broke a family.
That kid,that mother
didn't anything to,
deserve that.
All because of a stupid text.
All because I didn't think.
All because I am a killer.
All because I was selfish,
I am a killer now.

Journal #17

 High school can be considered the best of times, but the worst of times. High School can be considered the best of times because it's a time where you do not have responsibilities, a time when you are young, and you can be free to have fun with no worries. Also, it is a time where you learn about yourself and about things like who your real friends are.Some reasons why high school can be the worst times is the stress that can come from the exams and school work in high school. Plus, there is a lot of drama that happens during your high school years. Finally, it can be an uphill battle trying to get good grades so that you can get in a good college. There are many bad and good things in high school.

Journal 13

If I could have a personal assistant for a week I would choose William Shakespeare. I choose him because he is good at writing and English is my lowest grade at school. As an assistant I would want Shakespeare to do all of my English school work because we are learning different poems this quarter and that is what he is good at. Also, I would want him to do any of my English projects that I have been assigned. I feel that as him being a talented writer of poems that he would be a good at reading and inrepreting poems so, he could help me if I had any assignments assigned to me in that class. Plus, I would want to ask him questions about his work and reasons why he wrote certain things. I feel as if this would be a good opportunity to understand more about him and his work. Finally, I would want him to help me understand other poems that I have read and the meaning behind some of them. That's why William Shakespeare would be the person I would choose to be my personal assistant for the week.

Journal #9

 Some apps I think that should come standard on a magical smart phone is a cooking app, a homework app,a money giver app, and a transporter app. On my phone I will have an app that will magically cook me food of my choice when I need it. This will help me when I don't like my lunch food or when my mother doesn't cook for me. Also,I what I want to have on my magical smart phone is a homework helping app. Sometimes I get really frustrated and upset when I am trying to do my homework and I need someone there who can help with do my work so, I think this app would be really beneficial to me.Plus, it could help me when I am tight on time and need to get help with my homework fast. Next, I would have an app that can give me money whenever I need it. This would be really great for me when I need new items like clothes or want something to eat while I am out and don't have any money on me.Finally,there would be an app when I need a ride I just go on my app and click a button and magically a ride will appear at the place I am located at and take me home.Those apps would be on my magical smart phone if one existed.

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