Life Goes On

 Author's Note:" If one of my friends was hurt or emotionally unstable this is what I would say to them."

I like how you light up a room with your smile, yet you don't even notice.I like how you have everything yet you still want more.I like how all the boys fancy you yet you don't want them.

I like how you don't change for anyone.I like how your indecisive.

 But the truth is I don't just like all those things about you I love them. So stop focusing on you and start focusing on your surroundings, people who care about you, people like me.

Look someone somewhere is dying of heartache and someone somewhere else is dying of joy. Someone somewhere is crying happy tears of joy, and someone somewhere else is crying of fear.  But I don't want you anywhere accept for by my side, helping me as we start a new chapter in our lives. Also, here's a reality check, don't worry about what is happening now because, LIFE GOES ON!!!

Depression

Author's Note: " Depression can define you, but only if you let it."

Don’t let people influence you to do what they’re doing. Don’t let peer pressure define who you are.Don’t cut yourself because people made you feel inferior:no one can make you feel inferior without your own consent. Listen I know how it feels, to sense that you are unwanted, unloved, unappreciated, it hurts more than a dagger through the heart.  No one said growing up was easy but it certainly isn’t impossible.

People change, different things take president over others. Friends drift apart, you meet new people: just don’t lose yourself along the way. Never allow yourself to change for someone else, you are prefect just the way you are.  At no time should you be anyone else but yourself,you could risk losing everything that makes you you. Never let the fear of striking out keep you from playing the game. So stand up straight and never let depression freeze you life at this moment, here, now,: because one of these days you’ll pinch yourself and realize that this isn’t a dream. It is a matter of fact your own living nightmare,where dreams don’t come true.

The Pressures of Growing Up

 Author's Note: "Growing up, not fun, but not impossible."

Ahh, the pressures of growing up. People are changing, my friends are developing new interests. Friends that you used to be good friends with are suddenly drifting apart. It’s not an easy thing for anyone to understand. Sometimes I wish I could just live in this moment: here, right now, forever, But I know I can’t.  just want a break from all the drama. Gossip moves faster than a race-car. I feel need a break from all of it, to regroup and remember who I really am. Its a good thing break is right around the corner because that  will be a good time to look back and remember me. I think I lost myself while trying to blend in with the crowd.

The Story of Love

 Author's Note: " Love, the language the blind can see and the deaf can hear."
                                    -Anonymous

Love, there isn’t much to say. I have no words. Love leaves you speechless, even heartbroken at times. But that’s a devastating reality. How are you supposed to love someone that loves them self more than they love you? How are you supposed to love someone who is greedier than Scrooge? How are you supposed to react to someone who asks you to dance. What should you do? How are you supposed to love someone that thinks their always right? Only God knows the answer, everything is in his plans, he sees the best in you even on your worst days. That’s what love is, a feeling you get in the pit of your stomach, not knowing what to say, not knowing what to do but just having fun doing it. Live in the moment; don’t stop believing in love, cause if you do than I will too.

The Memories I Will Never Let Go

 Author's Note: "When you are dying what memories will come flooding back to you?"

The Titanic: One of the greatest ships that ever got to sail the seas. That’s what some people call it. I was one of the passengers, I drowned before they could save me, before I had even lived. I was 23 when the ship and everyone it plunged to their deaths. I remember it vividly, sometimes I even wake up in the middle of the night dramatized by the deadly nightmares I get about what all happened that night.I will never forget it.

How did I die? Well I either drowned like so many did or I froze to my death, one or the other. Does it really matter, to be honest I don’t really know. All I know is that I only have a few memories from when I was living. I remember my first  day of kindergarten, making new friends, constructing pipe-cleaner caterpillars, learning what the answer to 2+2 is.  My Junior Prom, standing in front of all those people, winning the crown that all my classmates dreamed of receiving, that night was my Cinderella story. Also, I remember my high school graduation, giving the speech to all the parents, explaining to them that we were old enough to go to college and become individuals. My wedding day, oh, looking back at it, that was one of the best days that happened in my life. The perfect dress, the perfect  location, the perfect groom, but one thing was missing, my father. He had passed away a long time ago, before I was 15, times were hard but we always managed to scrape up pennies for bread and butter. Then i Iy first child, my pride and joy, we had just managed to save her before, before, we died. I gave her to the officer and then fell into the water, still holding her tiny bonnet. I kept a stiff and strong grasp on that bonnet, because after-all it was all I had left of her. 

Now my daughter is 87, still standing strong, I’m just happy she got to live the life I never did. I will see her soon though, after all it isn’t about winning, its about how you play the game.

Jacob or Edward?? Neither!

Author's Note: "Team Edward or Team Jacob?"

Twilight is a very appropriate form of bad literature and I will prove it to you.
For starters  Twilight is a 498 page book yet reader’s do not figure out that plot is in fact not Bella and Edward’s love until page 321. Also in Twilight Edward watches Bella sleep and she is surprisingly okay with that. If my boyfriend snuck into my house every night to watch me sleep I would be creeped out!  Also in the fourth book of the series Jacob imprints on Bella and Edwards baby, a lot of reader’s do not understand what it means for a wolf to imprint on a human. It means that when the baby grows up he is going to marry her. CREEPY!!!! Also Edward was a vampire right, plan and simple, yet not once does the book use the word fang. Also in “Twilight” Bella is 17 years old, and Edward is hitting on her even though he is 109 years old. And last but not least vampires are supposed to be scary yet Edward is a die-heart romantic. VAMPIRES ARE SUPPOSED TO BE ETERNAL DEMONS!!! DEMONS!!!!

The End of Time

    My eyes fluttered open, I saw a light so bright I didn’t know what to make of it. I kept blinking, only because of light’s intense brightness. Where am I, I thought to myself, am I in heaven: it’s about time.  I know, I know, no one’s life is perfect, but, mine, mine was perfect, well until things took a sharp turn for the worst. I had the perfect clothes, the hottest boy in school, a starting place on the varsity soccer team as a freshman, and even good grades, until the day my life metamorphosed into a nightmare, except when I tried to pitch myself I didn’t wake up.
    After what felt like forever, but probably ended up being approximately 1 minute, my eyes adjusted to the light. But, I wasn’t in heaven, in fact I was in the complete opposite. I was in a place where the sun burned down on your shoulder’s,a place where the grass was up to my thighs, a place where there was no one to be found for thousands of miles, a place where the wild animals would feast on human flesh, a place where I thought the stars always shone brighter than anywhere else in the world. I knew where I was. I was in the huge wild-lands that were once known to the world as Africa.
    I had no where to go and nothing to, no one to care for me or love me, no one to comfort me when I get scared. I was utterly and completely alone. I didn’’t know where I belonged, I remembered nothing except for blacking out in the dark.Did I get lost? Did someone leave me here? Did I run away from home? I had no idea. There was nothing to do but try to at least find shelter, before dark. I walked for about 50 miles before all the moisture in my mouth evaporated into the air. Just as I was about to black-out again, I saw it, a small creek, but that wasn’t even the best part, there was a quaint house just to the right of the creek. I ran there as fast as my exhausted legs could possibly carry me. I was so uncommonly thirsty so I didn’t even bother knocking. I put my hand on the rusty bronze doorknob and just barged in. There was a huge set of books to my left, a dining table to my right, and a kitchen straight ahead. I headed strait for the kitchen, desperate to find some water. I saw faucet and turned the handle on the right:immediately running water spitted out of the faucet. I was so overwhelmed with excitement that I didn’t even bother to look for a cup, I just stuck my head under the sink and gulped as down as much water as my stomach could hold.
          I felt stone cold hands grab my shoulders with a very prevailing force. A bandanna was tied around around my head covering my mouth, but it didn’t matter because there was no one around for thousands of miles, so no one would hear even my loudest screams.
          Suddenly in a low voice the man calmly proclaimed,” Stand still and there will not be a problem.”
I stood there motionless not knowing what to do next. The mysterious man pressed something against the top of my back, directly on my spine. Promptly I knew what it was, the man had pressed a gun on my back. Chills ran through my body, who was this person, does he live in this house?I was going to turn around and see who it was, but he pushed me on the ground and everything went black.
          When I awoke I was sitting on a wooden chair in a dimmed room, I was facing a candle-lit desk but no one else was in the room but me. I tried to get out of the chair, but I couldn’t: I looked down and saw the problem, my hands were tied to the chair.Though the good news was that the gag was taken off of my mouth. I was struggling trying to break myself free, I tossed and turned trying to loosen the knots that tied my wrists to the chair.
“The more you try the tired you will make yourself,” said the man.
           Then I realized where he was, the man was behind me. I stated in a calm voice,” Where am I? Who are you?”
“I just happen to be your worst nightmare,” the man announced in a mysterious tone. His deep voice made me infer that he was at least in his late thirties or possibly early forties.
“Oh really,” I declared.
          He replied,”Don’t test me,I can either ask you some questions and let you go, or I could do this the easy way and just murder you now.”
         My body stiffed when he said the word murder. I didn’t know what he was going to do to me next.  
“Who brought you here,” he stated intensely.
“ I don’t know I said, actually I have no idea, I never planned to come hear,” I replied.
“Tell me the truth,” he said angrily.
“That is the truth!”, I was shouting now.
          He walked directly in front on me,”So I guess its going to be the hard way.”
          I sat there in the chair preparing for the worst.
“Any last words?” He stated mischievously.
          I didn’t dare say anything.
          He stood there,pulled the gun out of his pocket slowly, pointed it at me, and pulled the trigger. The bullet came racing towards my core so fast I almost didn’t see it because it moved at such an extraordinarily fast speed. It hit me. An undeniable pain struck through my body. I couldn’t stop myself, I was screaming to he point of no return.
          I always thought when people said that their life flashed before their eyes while they were dying was just a myth, but I really saw my life flash before my eyes. My first day of kindergarten, my first day of high school, my Junior Prom, my graduation from high school and college, my wedding day, the day my baby was born. I evened remembered my name now, “Madison Dorisen”. How was it that I remembered all of this now? I didn’t understand. All I know is that the gates to heaven opened when I made my arrival. The angels sung and I was reunited with my daughter, husband, parents, and my brothers and sisters. I knew I was gonna be just fine.After all everything happens for a reason.

Don't Judge a Book by its Cover

Author's Note, "This piece is inspired by my connections and love for this intriguing, energetic, and entertaining."

Today was the day of the reaping, the day everything changed. As Effie Trinket slowly pulled out one out of thousand tiny slips of paper she gradually opened her mouth to say the name of the girl tribute. As she spoke the words my mouth completely dropped.”Congratulations to Primrose Everdeen”,she blurted out to the cameras. How could her name have gotten picked out of thousands, it seemed impossible. ”Any volunteers for the boys?” Effie was shouting now, no one spoke. “How about for the girls?”.  It took everything I had in me but I screamed my name, “ I, Katniss Everdeen, wish to volunteer.”   A large gasp came from the audience, but I didn’t mind it, I knew I had to sacrifice myself for Prim. I  took my place on the stage next to the boy tribute and realized my life was about to change in a matter of minutes, for eternity. While reading “The Hunger Games” by Suzanne Collins, readers will figure out how to cope will fear, gain courage, and never give up.
The symbolism in this book really makes readers think. For example each tribute participating in the Games is allowed to bring in only one token from their district. Katniss decided to bring a mockingjay pin into the Hunger Games Arena. The mockingjay meant so many things to her: her father and how the birds would stop and listen when he sang, her family  and her friends, Gale, hunting in the woods, and last but not least it was a sign of rebellion against the cruel Capitol. Katniss’ ally, Rue, brought a wooden star on a dull, green, straw rope into the arena. To Rue it meant family, friends, and music: her passion throughout life. As it was wrapped around her neck it made her feel as if she was at home, back in District 11. Another example of symbolism in this book is that when Rue died Katniss sang to Rue as she made her way to heaven: she wrapped her hair in flowers, and covered her body in rose petals. The symbolism in this book left me on end, craving more and more.

Although the symbolism in this book was intriguing, readers can’t help but wonder, what would it have been like if you had participated in the Games? Every move you make would be shown to millions through television. You’re loved ones would watch you die;  innocent families would be watching their children suffer while the Capitol watched, laughing. Tearing families apart year after year, and making lives miserable and full of depression,  the Games were held every year. Many couldn’t have done what Katniss had done to win. When you read this book you will feel like Katniss herself winning, you share her feelings, her happiness, and her depression at times. Readers will realize what it feels like to be in a life-threatening situation. Suzanne Collins, author of “The Hunger Games”, does a very good job at making you feel like are a part of the Games.

Many good questions pop up in your mind while reading this novel, but you will make even more connections to the writing than you ever though possible.  For example reader's will know how Katniss felt while she was inside the arena competing in the games: protective, scared, and brave.  Not knowing what is coming around the corner is a very frightening emotion.  Also, reader's will make a connection with Rue. I and other reader's as well can relate to Rue because she really loved music during her 12 years of life, like so many do.  To me music is the most powerful thing out there in this world: music is so diverse, it can be so depressing yet so extremely energetic.

Coping with fear, gaining courage, and never giving up are all things you will learn how to do if you read the book “The Hunger Games”, by Suzanne Collins.This book is highly recommended by people all  over the world, it has a sappy love story, and intense battle. This book changed my perspective about life and it can change yours too.

   

Life as we know it

"Happiness is a lifestyle, love is a journey, and sadness is a decision."
-Anonymous

This quote is so true.Happiness is your choice, it is your decision to be happy or you choice to be sad. Love is a journey sometimes it leads you on the path that your supposed to be on and other times your journey must stop because there is a dead end. Sadness is a decision, if someone you love dies, don't worry live your life. They would have wanted you to live life and be happy. So enjoy life, because that is what they would have wanted you to do.

Am I proud of My Country?

Author's Note:" I wrote this because of my love for this country. If I learned anything from writing this it is that love is infinite, you make more when you need it, but that doesn't mean you have to take any away."

Am I proud of my country? The better question would be, how could I not be? Over the years that I have had the pleasure to live in this extraordinary country, my love for it has grown stronger than I can even comprehend. Every time I think about how amazing this country is I lose my words, this topic is just that powerful. 

Our country has been through so much that it is almost hard to not be proud of it: the Revolutionary War that separated us from England or the grieving faces on the historic day of the 9-11. Tears ran down our citizen’s cheeks as the bombs exploded viciously during World War One and Two. Maybe even the Civil War that almost tore our country apart. Whether it was winning a war or just a Fourth of July parade, we never forget what our country has gone through.

Although the U.S.A.’s history is very important, a lot of people do not realize where our country is today. Sometimes I feel like our country is on top of the world, almost similar to defying gravity. The United States is doing so phenomenal. We have freedom, our choice of religions, free speech, and a democratic government.  Some people don’t always agree with our government but no one can deny the fact that our country has reached an unthinkable level of achievement.

The waving of our flag, saying the pledge every morning at school, or singing our national anthem at sports events, all are great examples of the love that we have for our country. Voting during elections shows that we care about our country and the fate of its future.  Or maybe you display your love and devotion for the United States by celebrating Veteran’s day.  In all different ways we show our appreciation for our country.

This topic is just that powerful, every time I think about how amazing this country is I lose my words to describe it. In the years that I have gotten to experience to live in this country my passion and love for it has grown stronger than I can even comprehend. It wasn't easy to get to the status that our country has reached, it took hard work and dedication, but in the end it sure paid off.

School Uniforms

Author's Note: " I wrote this essay about school uniforms because I think schools should get rid of uniforms."

  

It was Mandy’s first day of school, and she was beyond excited. A new school meant a new start and Mandy was very much looking forward to that.  She had chosen to wear a green v-neck top with a white camisole underneath. Mandy wore Abercrombie jeans and lime green shoes.  Also, clasped around her neck was a white rhinestone necklace. She had gone to the mall the day before to find the perfect back to school attire. As she walked into the front door she took a deep breath and then gasped. To her surprise everyone in the school was wearing the exact same school uniform!   Schools should never have the right to make kids wear certain clothing; therefore the school uniform policy should never occur.
 The school uniform policy is completely unfair. If children wanted to wear uniforms they would ask to, but no one wants to wear uniforms. Everyday kids are being forced to wear clothes that they do not want to wear. Children should be able to vote if they want uniforms or not. We live in a democracy, do we not? It just isn’t fair that kids aren’t even given the opportunity to vote. The world could be a sad place if the era of the school uniforms does not end, but it isn’t too late to make it better. It all starts by getting rid of the school uniform policy.

 Although many people have strong opinions for having school uniforms, other people feel students should be able to express themselves by choosing their own clothes. Children should be able to wake up every morning and pick out any outfit they want. They shouldn’t be limited to anything. Also as they are growing up they are trying to figure out their interests and their likes. Kids already have so many restrictions in life, why add one more? Why make their lives more difficult than they have to be? Children like options, they like possibilities, they like being able to dream big. If you take all that away from someone what do they really have left? Children need to have the opportunity to wear uniforms or not, the school should not make that decision.  Kids should wear whatever they want to school.

Kids should wear whatever they want toschool, but schools should stop following ridiculous codes. For example at some schools you cannot wear black nail polish or have hair extensions. That is just wrong. You should be able to paint your fingernails any color you want. No one should tell you that you can’t paint them black, or any color for that matter. Can schools really tell you what you can and can’t put in your hair? It should be your decision.  Maybe you want to get a pink hair extension for breast cancer, but your school won’t let you. Are you just going to sit back and do nothing about it, or are you going to fight for what you believe in. It’s your hair, so it should be your decision. Schools should stop following insane codes.

 The school uniform policy should never occur; schools should never have the right to make kids wear certain clothing. School administrators should keep in mind that school uniforms end up taking away our personal liberties and our rights.