School Violet Wnek

Every morning I ask myself, why am I here? Why is school so important? Why am I learning this? Will I ever need to use this in life? Ever since I was 5 years old, ive been going to school. Every day, and every single year is the same.  English, Math, Science, Social Studies, and an elective. Why is it that I was taught to graph a function, but never taught banking? Why is it that I only learn what I am told to learn, and later tested on it? My grades determine who I am as a student. I am ranked a number out of 351 and later compared to others. I am surrounded by different groups of people and teachers who enjoy watching their students stuggle. So I ask myself again, why am I here? The only reason I am here is to get a high school diploma, go to college, get a good job, and never live the hard life my parents once lived.

 

Tatiana Kapusciak

MONOLOGUE

 

so whyd you do it?

you think this is funny?

you know youre ruining your life, right?

so like whyd you do it.

you did this because of one guy?

its not worth ruining your life over ONE guy.

 

did you like it at least?

so promise me you wont do it again.

Just DON'T do it.

i dont want you to get hurt.

ok thanks, im just worried.

alright so you wanna grab a bite to eat?

hmmm..... how about Wendy's?

YEY. lets go

maybe we can talk about this more later.

-Tatiana Kapusciak 

 

 

Janeli Gallegos 8th period February 26, 2014

Her,

the girl who always had a smile on her face

The kind of smile that made you forget all that was wrong,

The kind of smile that brought joy to anyone who saw it.

The girl who laughed,

and made everyone else laugh.

The girl that you seek for advice.

The one that always knew what to say.

The girl that spent her free time volunteering,

trying to make everyone elses life easier to live.

She was always so happy.

So energetic,

So complete.

No one ever doubted that she was fine,

Not her parents,

Not her classmates,

Not her friends,

Not me.

I mean she looked perfectly okay.

She must have been perfectly okay.

But see, thats what so amazing about a smile.

Anyone can fake it.

If you were her, you were a master at faking it.

I didn’t know,

until I saw her.

I walked in on her hurting.

She was there,

lying on the floor,

silently weeping.

She looked up,

with eyes full of tears.

It was at that moment,

that I knew,

She was broken,

she was shattered.

The one that gave it all,

Craved it the most.

I tried.

I tried being her for a moment,

I tried to help.

But, it wasn’t enough.

I just want to say,

wherever you are,

that I’m sorry.

Izzabelle Murillo, pd 8

Izzabelle Murillo

English  Pd. 8

Monologue

It sucks that we couldn't talk today. Remember when we used to everyday? 

Because I do, and I miss it. 

You

It's hard enough thinking about you, so what am I doing talking about you too? Even if it is just in my mind?

You pop up in my head once and I'm stuck the entire day. 

You. How do I even describe you? 

Sweet? No, definitely not

Sensitive? I suppose. 

No, you... you're dangerous. That's for sure. Because just like me and everyone else in this messed up world, you're broken. But you, you're pieces are shattered around my mind and your soul. 

I can't stop thinking about you. 

There isn't a day that goes by that I don't imagine your face or hear your voice in my mind. 

I just want to let you know. 

I love you, but I hate you too. 

I don't know how you do it, but you make me confess things I can't even confess to myself. 

You make me want to go to Harvard and become the best psychologist in the world because I can't figure you out. 

I'm so tired of feeling like the weaker one, like I always have to search for you. I hate feeling like a bother and a burden so you never get to hear these things. I wanted to tell you. I wanted to tell you today. But that didn't happen. 

I know, that just like me, you're suffering so why can't you admit it? 

Admitting that you need help makes you stronger, doesn't it?

It sucks that we couldn't talk today because there are so many things that I want to say and an hour a day is nothing. 

I remember so many things and am so haunted by the past, I can't seem to move on, even though you have. But we don't seem to have time for each other anymore. And as much as it hurts, maybe it's for the best. 

It sucks that we couldn't talk today, maybe I'll gather the courage to try again next time. 

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Marco Padilla

EnglishFebruary 26, 2014

1st Period

There once was a monster that looked like an adorable little puppy. He would act like one but when you would turn your back on him and ignore him he would turn into one of the most known monsters in history. The Chupacabra! People would be go “missing” and whenever the police would investigate the case they would always find these strange foot prints in the scene. Then the puppy would be found on the street and be put up for adoption. The family that would adopt that dog would be found either dead or missing. Nobody ever found out the dog but legend says that he still walks around trying to get adopted by another family so that they can be his next victim.

  

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Zach Paluch
7th period

Secrets

What is there to hide? What is hidden in the minds of everyone? What is it about a secret that can hurt someone physically that is only a mental thought? What is considered a secret?
People think that it is the end of the world when people find out something about them, but it is a huge problem because people do the extreme when people find out. People hurt others or themselves when people find out and it makes no sense. People even go to the point where they kill. It makes no sense. What causes people to do this though? I think that if you find out someone's secret or you find out someone else knows your secret, you should respect them for what it is and people should respect you too. People will hurt others because it isn't something they wouldn't do. This is saying that people just don't want to mind their own damn business. There shouldn't be one person on earth that should fear telling a secret because it would bring a more peaceful world. The thing is that honestly people are assholes. If the world would just show respect and mind their own business, everyone would live in a better, more peaceful life.

Jake Munoz
7th
You know what gets me mad? When people say words are bad. They're
just words. It depends on how you use the words that makes them bad.
So it just gets me really mad when someone said I said a bad word.

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David Waligora

Achieving Greatness

I want to stop, I think I'm going to do it.

No, I cant stop, I'm going to regret it.

Almost there, just gotta do 10 more reps.

I can't finish this, NO, I have to finish this.

There's no going back, this needs to happen.

I must finish what I started, this isn't how I wanna end things.

I can do this! I'm going to finish things up.

Just 5 more reps to go.

This is what I came here for, this is what I want to finish.

That's it, I did my final rep.

This is how I achieve greatness, this is how I become who I want to be. 

Jake Munoz
7th

Poetry

  “God, Do You Hear?”

 

No one suffers more.

Don’t you hear the people cry?

Living in a world of poverty.

 

God, do you hear,

The cries of your children?

Living without a peaceful home,

Or having enough to eat.

The cries of children, like a howling wolf.

 

God, do you hear,

Prayers from your people?

They need more than they can get.

They cry for help,

With river streams of tears.

I thought we all were children of God.

 

Don’t you care for us, oh Lord?

Show them the mercy, you don’t find on Earth.

The poor, picking up scraps of food,

Like mice running from door to door,

With empty and hallow stomachs.

God, do you hear,

The shouts of your believers?

Praying, and hoping for miracles.

 

God, don’t you see,

Your children dying?

I thought we all were angels under your watchful eyes.

We look up at you and ache to hear your answers,

But our only response,

Is the sound of the whistling wind.

 

 

tim cash

her beauty overwhelms me

it made me make the first move 

it infatuates me more

she puts me in that groove

her brain intrigues me and even feeds me

and leads me to believe

that love never leaves

but like the leaves of fall it left

she took my heart like petty theft

if you don't get right, you get left

Blog: Christpher Lopez

Mansion Murder

                Jaquan and Jewel are going on an annual family trip to the butterfly museum, when Jewel’s car runs out of gas. There was no gas station around so they decided to start walking around and look for one.  They walked and walked and they saw nothing! Jewel was getting really tired until he saw a house. It wasn’t just an ordinary house; it was a huge mansion in the middle of a cornfield. It was very old but it didn’t look too bad. Jewel decided to go in and take a look around since the house was old and it looked abandoned. He went in to look for a phone to try and call someone for help. As he walked around he realized that their were two people in the living room sitting down drinking tea and tacos. Jewel was very embarrassed for barging inside with out knocking. He apologized and the two men forgave jewel and jaquan.

            Jewel had asked them what their names were. They replied “my name is Joseph, and this is my brother Gregory.” Gregory was very amused because they had visitors; Joseph told jewel and jaquan that they never had visitors or friends coming over because they aren’t friendly people. Jewel and Jaquan thought to themselves why Joseph and Gregory weren’t friendly people but then they thought its probably just a joke. As a couple hours passed and they were all sitting down eating tacos, Joseph started cursing at Jewel. Joseph didn’t seem worried; He told jewel and Jaquan that Gregory had not taken his pill yet and this is a daily routine. Jewel and Jaquan got more cal and decided to spend the night and the mansion with their new friends. It got very late so they all decided to go to bed.

             In the middle of the night, Jewel heard screaming coming from downstairs. He went quietly downstairs very scared and as he walked down the stairs he saw Gregory with a bloody knife and asked him “what are you doing with that?” And Gregory replied “I was taking care of some unfinished business with jaquan.”  Jewel got very scared and had a very shocked expression on his face. He ran as Gregory chased him, He ran and ran all over the house until he lost Gregory some around the mansion. Jewel kept hearing the screaming and proceeded to follow it. He noticed it was coming from the basement. As jewel went downstairs he got a really bad odor almost as if something was rotting. He followed the smell and when he got close to it, there were 3 people their. They weren’t recognizable because they had blood all over. They looked very scared and 1 of them was crying like a little girl. He asked them what were their names and the one that wasn’t crying said “My name is Chris and my friend here is Miguel.”

             There was another body on the floor but in the corner of the room so they couldn’t really see him. Chris said that’s nick, He’s not dead he’s just faking it so that Gregory wouldn’t stab him more than he already did. Nick stood up also crying like a little girl but not as much as Miguel. Chris was the only one not crying so He had to explain how they got there. He said “Miguel and I just woke up here and nick was already here since the longest. We’ve been here since back in 06 and nick since back on 03.” They were going to escape this night. Jewel said “Im looking for my brother Jaquan.” Rolando told jewel that he was in the bathroom taking a mean dump since the tacos were really spicy he couldn’t handle them. Jaquan came out of the bathroom and they all shouted “RUN!”

                Gregory was coming but with a chainsaw. Everybody ran for their lives without looking back. Jaquan and jewel left the mansion and found their car and spent the night in it. Miguel and Chris found a bag of money that belonged to Joseph and used that money to go to Vegas. Nick eventually went crazy and had to be put in a mental hospital for the rest of his life where he met a man named Jackson and they became friends. No, Wait, Maybe just a little bit more than friends. None of theses guy ever spoke of this event again and Jackson cried.

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tim cash

as i wait to be healed

cause i wont neal

my father said show no love

like a rubber glove 

or feelings

if you do there'll be killings

everything goes wrong, mayday

everything goes wrong, mayday

blog rolando hernandez

    If only i had'nt gotten a glow in the dark tattoo, i would not have gotten caught and sent to jail. A couple months ago i broke into the home of a very old man. I first robbed things from the living room, kitchen, and most rooms on the first floor. I then went up to the second floor where his room was located. As i walked in i saw a box and i immediatley knew there was something in it. I walked towards it and i tried to open it, and when  i did i guess i made too much noise because he even woke up. He didnt put on his glasses because i had already grabbed them and tried stealing them. He said "whats that glowing mark by the door?". He stood up and turned on the light and saw me with all the stolen goods. He called the cops and identified me as a man with a glow in the dark tattoo. Now i regret getting that tattoo so much!

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    If only i had'nt gotten a glow in the dark tattoo, i would not have gotten caught and sent to jail. A couple months ago i broke into the home of a very old man. I first robbed things from the living room, kitchen, and most rooms on the first floor. I then went up to the second floor where his room was located. As i walked in i saw a box and i immediatley knew there was something in it. I walked towards it and i tried to open it, and when  i did i guess i made too much noise because he even woke up. He didnt put on his glasses because i had already grabbed them and tried stealing them. He said "whats that glowing mark by the door?". He stood up and turned on the light and saw me with all the stolen goods. He called the cops and identified me as a man with a glow in the dark tattoo. Now i regret getting that tattoo so much!

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               He was sure this was where he had disappeared. One minute he was there, the next he wasn't. He fell right through, no noise, he didn't scream, or yell for help. But where would this hole go? Did someone dig it?i threw a flare down the hole. Thin, goes all the way down, still didn't the bottom. I didn't even see it at this point. I took my book bag and my gun and threw it down there. I put my legs in and pushed myself in.I landed, hard. i heard water droplets falling. Turned on my flashlight, found my book bag and gun. Where would he go? Why would he leave me? I hate this jungle.

Overdose

The first time I overdosed , I felt nothing .

I didn't want to go to the emergency room ,

So I threw it all up .

I texted my dad ,

Saying I took too many pills ,

And everytime ive overdosed ,

I always down played it .

Ive always tried to act

Like it wasn't a big deal .

 

 That having urge to swallow a whole bottle of pills

Was something normal people do .

My dad hurried home and saw the empty bottle ,

And he shook me ,

I mumbled " I threw it all up "

He had to wake me up every 15 minutes ,

To make sure I was okay .

 

But let me tell you now ,

It was a big deal .

The third time I overdosed

I was at school.

They all knew I wasn't okay.

I slept in the office

I didn't want to go to the ER.

I just wanted to go home .

All I wanted to do was sleep.

But again , I just said ,

" I think I took to many pills this morning"

The fifth time I overdosed ,

My dad found the empty pill box ,

I hallucinated , I had a fever.

I couldn't move my legs .

All I could do is scream .

"don't take me to the hospital this time "

I became friends with a girl who had overdosed .

Shes one of my best friends now ,

When I heared she was hospitalized ,

It made me realize how real this really was.

 

A couple months ago , another friend overdosed .

Do you realize how fucked up this is ?

That ive done it so many times ,

That I know the exact procedure that shes going through ?

She messaged me saying ,

" I took took a bunch of pills ,

But I realized I didn't want to die ,

I don't know what do to anymore , help"

Now im screaming at her over the screen ,

That she should throw it all up and call 911,

Because sometimes when someone you love ,

Decided that they hate the world ,

That's all you can do ,

You cant teleport through the phone ,

Or travel through the internet.

You cant be there to hold them ,

Or take them to the hospital .

Your love is not charcoal that can

Absorb all their poison in their life.

I know , love that you would have done all you could.

Sometimes words aren't enough ,

Sometimes love isn't enough,

Sometimes a person needs to try dying

To know that that's not what they really want.

Theres nothing you could have done .

You've done all you could

Just keep loving them .

But you see the thing is,

I got lucky .

Ive made it back from 5 overdoses

Without a scratch on me .

But that's not always the case .

My teachers step daughter still has a scar on her heart,

To this day,

On the anniversary of her death ,

Her step mother stays hom,e from school ,

Her sisters in a bad mental state,

Her family has fallen apart ,

You overdose because you think

You'll get a peaceful release from death ,

But its not .

Its not like falling asleep .

Hollywood has you believing an overdose is how a lady should exit the world.

As quiet as she came in ,

Peaceful and untouched .

You will go out kicking and screaming ,

And wishing you hadn't taken them,

 

 

by:  Lilly gonzalez

 

 

Poem

Derek Kucharski                                                                               2/26/14                                                                                P.3

 

From a bird to a plane they all do the same

It's insane; check it out, Mary Jane

Society says in down spirals your life, BANG.

But growing up we learn not to assume anything until you try it

Outlaw it, but people are still using it

Abuse it, how, you can't do it

Give me sleep and hunger, can even calm a killer

So how is it such a thriller, a plant, a crop?

Makes you dumb, but look at the sum of people

Who have accomplished the American Dream?

Who took an astronomical flight, to catch vivid dreams at night

Only to realize that society wasn't right.

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Patrycja Mroz
Neverland

She was sure this was where he had dissappeared. Is this his sweater? Why would he take it off? It's freezing. Okay, I have to do something to find him. I was calling his name, but all I heard was my own voice echoing. A shiver went down my spine. This place sure is creepy but so magestic at the same time. I wonder why he came here in the first place? Focus. Enough of this thinking and do something about it. Okay, I guess I have to go down there and find him. I jumped into the hole, and I fell onto the ground pretty quickly. I looked around and couldn't believe my eyes. Is this what I think it is? Is this fantasy or reality? No wonder he's hiding here. Might as well stay here myself. I can't believe it's Neverland.

By Karolina Grela

"There's no place like.."

 

There's no place like Poland. As you get out of the airplane you can smell the warm loving welcome. People are kind, they help you with your luggage and translate for you. The breeze smells like the nature has awakened. You see people farming, cows mooing, neighbors talking to each other, chickens and dogs walking again the streets, and the best part is getting to drive the tractor into the forest and back. When going into the forest all you see are different kind of trees, from small to big, short to tall, and the different smells of each tree. There are blueberries and raspberries growing on the bushes, ready to be eaten. As we got further into the forest we would chop wood, so the our house can be warm for winter. After all that work we would settle down and make a fire os that we can cook some sausages. After that long day of work we are ready to go back home and unpack the woods in the barn, and chop it, for it the be reay for the winter.

 

Don't believe just watch

You call me out, 

But why?

You say nasty things that pierce my ears with hurt,

But for no reason. 

I can be the best at a sport, and be picked last,

All due to the fact that I'm a woman.

"Go make me a sandwich; you belong in the kitchen,"

I can take those words like a man,

But when it is said to you, "you're to scrawny to be a man,"

You act like a woman, shy and embarrassed.

Must this war of hate go on?

You're like a sly snake that slithers slyly around my neck, strangling me so i can't

speak.

What is done, is done,

What is said is said,

So now this road must come to an end.

We hate what is done to us,

So why do it to others?

Jackie Garcia

Every day i think about how it will be like if my dad was home. Maybe we would have a better house, my grades would be better, if i had someone to push me to do good. I would be a better student , actually want to go to school. Its been so hard on all of us. He's been gone for about 11 years and going on 12. He was supposed to to get out in march but things happened, and now we have to wait till next year in September. I am 16 now, he has missed everything after first grade. I was little and didn't know what was going on , everyone told me "he's at school , he'll be home soon". I waited everyday for him to get home, and finally i turned 10 , and my mom told me the truth. These past couple days i have been acting like a jerk with my mom. my dad writes me letters and i get so mad i don't even wrote back sometimes. i know i shouldn't act like that with them , but sometimes they don't understand what i go through. i just wish i can tell them things i bottle up inside. i love parents , even my mom she has been there to support me and my two brothers and i love her to death. 

PeterPann

She was washing dishes with Mary Jane like any other ordinary night. Once see looked up towards the window she seen something, someone. She didn't know who or what it was so she finished up the dishes grabbed her coat and went outside. It was already dark so it was difficult for her to see. The thing or the man she saw was gone so she turned back to head home. Then she heard a voice calling her name. She turned back quickly and seen him standing in the middle of the forest. A tall, skinny, and odd shaped man. He laughed and disappeared. She yelled "who are you?" and chased after him. The man disappeared behind an old cabin and once she approached he was gone. She was sure this was where he had disappeared.

Every day i think about how it will be like if my dad was home. Maybe we would have a better house, my grades would be better, if i had someone to push me to do good. I would be a better student , actually want to go to school. Its been so hard on all of us. He's been gone for about 11 years and going on 12. He was supposed to to get out in march but things happened, and now we have to wait till next year in September. I am 16 now, he has missed everything after first grade. I was little and didn't know what was going on , everyone told me "he's at school , he'll be home soon". I waited everyday for him to get home, and finally i turned 10 , and my mom told me the truth. These past couple days i have been acting like a jerk with my mom. my dad writes me letters and i get so mad i don't even wrote back sometimes. i know i shouldn't act like that with them , but sometimes they don't understand what i go through. i just wish i can tell them things i bottle up inside. i love parents , even my mom she has been there to support me and my two brothers and i love her to death.

Pain in My Soul

Oh I miss you so much. My eyes have turned into Niagara Falls.  I mean what am I supposed to do, when your there, without a memory in your mind and I'm over here turning myself into a tsunami.  I don't even know what to think. And worst of all, there anyone to talk to is. They won't understand.  All they do is nod their heads. All they say is that I'll be fine, and it'll get better. Well it hasn't gotten better in ten years.  I don't blame them, there's really nothing they could say about it.  I barely know you, but yet, I still love you. I barely know you but yet I let my tears down my face for you. And the thing is, I don't cut myself for you.  I cry for you.  Cutting, well that's just exposing myself. I can't let them know. And by the way, that's not enough. But my tears in my eyes are the pain in my soul. My tears explain my soul. - Afnan Maizer ♥

Eduardo Manzo

I love puzzles, ever since i was litttle i thought they were so fun to do. I didnt have ipads,ipods, and all that other stuff to intertain me. This was all i had since i was little so i really enjoyed this. When i finnaly got the image of the puzzle i felt so happy and accomplished. Now a days puzzles arent that popular anymore due to all the electronics that are out now a days. But 10 years ago i couldnt afford none of these stuff so puzzles help me not stay bored. The electronics really change the world kids now a days are way different and have it easier than people back then.So without puzzles my childhood would of been real boring.

Sylvia Castillo

Period 1

Missing
I woke up at 8:06 in the morning, it was pretty quiet. My brother is usually up at this time playing his video games, I think that’s the only thing that can get him up in the morning. I got up to take my medicine for my seizures and noticed my brothers bedroom light was on. I walk in to check on him and the TV was on, but there was nothing on the screen. He had his Xbox headset on and his glasses on as well. I smiled and took his stuff off trying not to wake him up. I noticed my mom wasn't lying in the bed with him, because they share a room together. I turned off his light and checked the living room. there was an empty spot on the couch. There was a pillow and a blanket, but no mother. I thought maybe she had somewhere to be in the morning. I went to the bathroom and did the usual. I came back to my room and called my mom to see where she was. No answer. I called again, no answer. I put my phone down and went on my tablet. I was sitting there thinking ' Maybe she went to do laundry'? I looked around and all the laundry baskets were still here. I shook my head and thought some more. 'Maybe she went to breakfast with someone? But at 5 o’clock in the morning'? I called her again, still no answer, I began to worry.

My grandpa woke up and I asked him if he knew where my mom was.
" Do you know where my mom went? I heard someone talking about around 5:30 in the morning. I thought it was you talking to her."
" No I wasn't talking to anyone. I got home at 2:30-3 o’clock and then I fell asleep. Did you call her?"
" Yeah I did, three times, she didn’t answer."
" She’s probably busy. Call her again in a bit."
I sighed and walked away. All I could do was look at my phone and hope for the best.
Its been almost 5 hours since I called her and I had gotten nothing back. No text message or phone call. I really began to worry. I’ve been blowing up her phone with calls and text messages. How could she not respond to me?
I called the police and filed a missing person report. They asked me when was the last time i talked to her. And all these other questions.

It’s been five days since I’ve seen my mother. I really hope she’s okay.

Two weeks later I got a phone call from the police saying they found my mother. I was glad that they found her. I couldn't wait to see her. I missed her so much and now I can finally see her again. I rushed to my car and drove. I was shaking because I missed her so much.

I finally got there, tears in my eyes. They asked for my name and I told them quickly. They escorted me into a room.

I couldn't wait to see her. A police officer walked in. He had his head down

" Where is my mother?" I asked.

The police officer sighed.

" We found her this afternoon...dead..."

I froze.

" She can't be." I cried. Tears rolling down my face. I ran out the police station into my car. I cried and cried and cried. I yelled at myself, asking myself why?

I couldn't believe it. I drove so fast that I couldn’t stop. I couldn't believe it.

" Why did you have to go?!" 

I froze in panic and hit a tree. I couldn't move my legs. All I could think was I'm going to die. 

The ambulance came after an hour of my accident. I lost so much blood. They couldn't revive me.

I was pronounced dead at 9:27 PM. 

the truth by gucci mane LaFlair

All the computers on the side of the room are broken why dont that fix it cause stupid thats why fix the damn compuetrs befoore i finnd you and fix it with a hammer and take your milk. The melcon is due thursday so i gotta do it today after nightschool im pissed off nigghtschool blows keagan is in your nightschoool class s o he aint finna doe yo melcon mr winfey siad im ranting and to type whateveer will said dereks a goat made looks like my booty crack. ima find yhose snitchs and ima slap them upside the head until i give them a one way ticket to the hospital free of charge i will break you.will siad are you shitting me right now.i spelled said wrong stupid poo.wills really high of two saws. thanks for the invite goatboi.tony be sneakdissin ima lay him down this choppa hold a hunna rounds.extended banana clip in yo dome.if you hngry i gotchu some beef YALL SOME BALLAS AND  STRSAIGHT BUSTAS IM CLACK YOU AND PUT YOU EARLY IN THE CASKET. DEREK WASHES DOWN THE GRASS WITH SOME OLD MILK. THEN HE HAS TO PICK UP BRIXIES POOP WHILE HE WEARS THE SAFARI HAT.HIS HOUSE SMELLS LIKE HIS DOG AND HE HAS THE TREASURE COINS FROM PIRATE BAY. leo knows that derek be sneak dissin so he will find out.

Sylvia Castillo Period 1

Sams Awesome

Why do you always do this? What have we ever done to get this from you. Don't you see how this is hurting not only you, but the whole family. Think about all those times we try to help, but you always say it's our fault we did this, and this, and this. Honestly, why can't you understand we want the best for you. I understand what you're doing, but others around us don't, and you know exactly who I'm talking about. You always try talking to me when you do this, but to be  totally honest with you, i don't care about your life stories. Sometimes I just sit in my room thinking why is this happening to me. Everyone blames me for everything, and sometime i don't even know what's going on. The question I ask myself is, whose really there for me, if you're not.  

-Jessica Mucha♥

♥The Map of The World♥

The map of the world
That they travel together
Starts to fall apart, ending never
In the battle of life, forever struggling
They fall and start tumbling
At one glance
They see a shiny sparkle
In each other's eyes
A glare of love
Rekindles their life
The map of the world
That they travel together
Glues itself back together, forever. 

-Samantha Rodriguez♥

Joe Aguilar

If I had to lose one sense for the rest of my life, I would probably choose to lose smell. To me, it is the least important and i wouldn't have to smell any bad odors. the reason why is because the other four senses are too important for me to give up. and without smelling anything, I would still be able to taste my food.

♥The Map of The World♥

The map of the world
That they travel together
Starts to fall apart, ending never
In the battle of life, forever struggling
They fall and start tumbling
At one glance
They see a shiny sparkle
In each other's eyes
A glare of love
Rekindles their life
The map of the world
That they travel together
Glues itself back together, forever. 

Poem

I hate to see you like this
You say it is no big deal
But I know that what you are doing is wrong
No matter how you may feel
Your body does not need that
It is why you feel so sad
But I know that you are not listening
And when I tell you, it makes you mad.
I wish that you would stop.
Please see that these drugs are no good.
I hope that you know I love you.
Please see that these drugs are no good.

You say it's too late, no matter what you do you cant stop.

I sit there in anger, because I don't know what a addiction is.

I can't step in your footsteps and feel what you do

They call you names, they judge you, they laugh at you.

But its too the point where you don't care anymore

You pop one pill now , and another , and another.

Before you know it your on your Tenth pill 

Laying on the coach, looks like your dead now.

I'm looking at you,looks like your lifeless.

I sit in anger, because i don't know what a addiction is

I can't step in your footsteps and feel what you do.

You gave up on school, on your job

Your health is on a thin thread.

They say never try something, even just once.

But it was too late.

It's too late now.

You try it just once and another time, and another time.

Now your hooked.

I sit there in anger, because I know what addiction is now.

I can step in your footsteps and feel what you do.

But the real question is , is it too late?

addiction is hard, but what about faith .

Mauricio Galvan blog post.

Blog

Max Chavez

1st period- time to just watch basketball highlights from last night and pretend like I am doing work so ms podraza doesn't get mad.
2nd period- time to cross people over especially Carlos cause were playing basketball not soccer.
3rd period- Jonathan and Adrian time cause we just mess around the whole time.
4th period- damn I hate mr Gaminos sarcasm it's like i don't know if he's lying or telling the truth.
5th period- time to play clash of clans with Sergio, copy the work, and eat the sandwich he brings everyday.
6th period- time to eat the same chicken patties everyday
7th period- it's an ok class
8th period- time to ruin muchas day and watch Sergio try to box him as I sit there playing flappy bird.

Bell ringer

Arturo Saenz                                                                     P.8                                                                                       2/17/14


                                      Bell ringer: You were walking along the forest and there is a hole in the ground

  I was sure this is was where he had disappeared.But all that remained was the stainless steel throwing knife,no more no less.At the end of it you can see the crusted red dark dry blood that was on the point of the sharp glowing blade.I sat there in the leaves studing the dry blood left of the shining blade that was reflecting the son at me and also the memory of my father.It took into a great big world inside my head relieving every moment in my head about how my father came to be where he is today.All of a sudden I hear a noise coming from the distance.I let my eyes wounder about the forest, trying to look for the man who was the key to finding my father.Out of no, where a rabbit sprinted in front of me. It was midsummer and I kept on thinking to my self I should of been out by the community pool.She realized looking down at her blade that nothing will ever be the same.

    Since the recent apocalyptic rise things have not been the same.There was a revolution an outbreak on society, government officials just took to much,taxed to much,and justice soon became a forgotten word, it was complete chaos.Soon just like the corrupt politics of the US took everything from the people, the people took everything from each other. It was neighbor against neighbor,cop against neighbor,and cop against cop.You couldn't even trust a soul even if they had everything. But Tera only knew survival,she did take what she wanted just what she needed, and gave to those who also needed and took from the greedy, a lesson learned by her father.Pretty soon governments collapsed,the common dollar bill became yesterdays garbage, and no one the word law was soon forgotten, it was complete Anarchy.It was survival of the fittest ,and death to the weakest.She knew one thing she wasn't weak.Tera and her father John have come along way from the chaotic city of Chicago, Illinois to find themselves in some wilderness resort,there mother Elizabeth died from the the revolution, not as a warrior but just a mother in her own home preparing a meal for her family then it all it came down harder than the door that was smashed open by a dozen men, they decide to bathe the house in gasoline. I think they wanted to get her as an example,why do you think they had her hung by her neck in the front lawn of my house and had a sign that said "you are either against us or with us" and had a capital AP circled representing  Anti Politics,that's there cult name.The same cult that kidnapped my father.I suspect they wanted to grow stronger so they so called recruited my father. Pretty soon Chicago was a huge ash tray and there was really nothing for us there anymore,so we moved.We decided to head down south looking for anything we can find.We found absolutely nothing.Except for trouble which we are in.

    Finally here I am with nothing but a revolver handgun, a Katana samuria sword, and throwing knives,that all I need and that all I want if I am to find my father. First I will need to find the man who tried to snap my neck,he shouldn't be to hard to track he left me a trail of blood that will lead me to the AP cult.So now I will burn there world down just as they did to me.Who knows what other troubles I will find for my self.

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Alejandra Govea/ freewrite

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