Author's Note- This topic that I choose to write about is very serious to me. People go through bulling everyday. People don't seem to understand how scaring and intense bulling can get. After reading this passage I hope you also feel the same way about bulling.
Depression, hate, loneliness, they’re all the same. No one in this world understands the hurt and torture people go through everyday. This topic has inspired me because one of my best friends is someone who went through these terrifying life experiences. Just the fact that one of my closest peers got made fun of and not included into other friendships really scares me inside. She was in so much pain from just little words that no one thought would hurt her. I wonder how many students go through even tougher times which lead to mental bulling themselves, cutting, and worst of all suicide. There has to be a stop to this agony. People can not go around thinking this is okay any more. This is now the end of torment.
"My thoughts to words" -Madeline Brielmaier
Monday, February 20, 2012
Monday, February 6, 2012
How Would You Survive?
Author's Note- How would you feel if you were trapped inside an arena and had to fight until there was one person standing? Suzanne Collins makes readers crave the book, The Hunger Games. She leaves all the readers wondering what happens next. The one thing readers always wonder is what they would do if they were in the Hunger Games. What would you do?
The moment I watched my little sister, Prim, walk out on the stage I knew I couldn’t let her go, I knew I had to save her. Without a question, I screamed the loudest I have ever screamed and asked to take her spot in the 74th Hunger Games. Everyone was amazed by the confidence and love I had for my sister. Before I could say goodbye to the ones I loved, a cannon shot; that means the 74th Hunger Games have began. Suzanne Collins, author of The Hunger Games, shows an understanding of how lucky we live, compared to the way the main character, Katniss, lived.
How would you react to being trapped in an arena fighting for your life? While I was reading, The Hunger Games, my mind couldn’t stop wondering what I would do if I was in Katniss’ position. Most people in the United States aren’t even trained to throw a knife. What I mean by that is if we were to have the hunger games here no one would last. In the end, if I was Katniss, I would rather die as myself than in an arena. When you go into the hunger games you train to kill all living things. I don’t know what you think, but the hunger games changes you. This means that you could be the sweetest person, but if you win you could turn into a monster.
One thing that could remind you of yourself, is an item that you can bring from home. For example, Katniss brought a mocking jay pin. A mocking jay is like a parrot, but instead of repeating what you say, it repeats what you sing. Kaniss brought a mocking jay pin because she got asked to represent it. Some people would bring items like, necklaces and bracelets. I would bring a picture of my family and friends. My friends and family are everything and I would hate to lose them.
Everyone would have the same reaction to being forced and put into the hunger games; everyone, but Katniss. The only thing Katniss worried about was her family while she was fighting for her life. All the other contenders only cared about living. This is why Katniss is a good role model for teenagers. She doesn’t want to hurt anyone, and if she’s fighting for anything, it’s her family. Also, she isn’t afraid to stand up for herself. When Hymitch, her friend, would insult her, she would come back with a story or something to say to stick up for herself.
People go through tough times, but no one can relate to Katniss in this way. In life we have to stop and think about how different our lives are compared to those with no money and other devastating life times. These are the kind of stories where I really realize how lucky of a life I live today.
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The moment I watched my little sister, Prim, walk out on the stage I knew I couldn’t let her go, I knew I had to save her. Without a question, I screamed the loudest I have ever screamed and asked to take her spot in the 74th Hunger Games. Everyone was amazed by the confidence and love I had for my sister. Before I could say goodbye to the ones I loved, a cannon shot; that means the 74th Hunger Games have began. Suzanne Collins, author of The Hunger Games, shows an understanding of how lucky we live, compared to the way the main character, Katniss, lived.
How would you react to being trapped in an arena fighting for your life? While I was reading, The Hunger Games, my mind couldn’t stop wondering what I would do if I was in Katniss’ position. Most people in the United States aren’t even trained to throw a knife. What I mean by that is if we were to have the hunger games here no one would last. In the end, if I was Katniss, I would rather die as myself than in an arena. When you go into the hunger games you train to kill all living things. I don’t know what you think, but the hunger games changes you. This means that you could be the sweetest person, but if you win you could turn into a monster.
One thing that could remind you of yourself, is an item that you can bring from home. For example, Katniss brought a mocking jay pin. A mocking jay is like a parrot, but instead of repeating what you say, it repeats what you sing. Kaniss brought a mocking jay pin because she got asked to represent it. Some people would bring items like, necklaces and bracelets. I would bring a picture of my family and friends. My friends and family are everything and I would hate to lose them.
Everyone would have the same reaction to being forced and put into the hunger games; everyone, but Katniss. The only thing Katniss worried about was her family while she was fighting for her life. All the other contenders only cared about living. This is why Katniss is a good role model for teenagers. She doesn’t want to hurt anyone, and if she’s fighting for anything, it’s her family. Also, she isn’t afraid to stand up for herself. When Hymitch, her friend, would insult her, she would come back with a story or something to say to stick up for herself.
People go through tough times, but no one can relate to Katniss in this way. In life we have to stop and think about how different our lives are compared to those with no money and other devastating life times. These are the kind of stories where I really realize how lucky of a life I live today.
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Tuesday, January 17, 2012
You Gave Me Roses, And I Left Them There To Die
Author's Note- It's beautiful, it's amazing, but it will soon be broken.
Oh so beautiful, so graceful. So soft, so perfect. A rose is the warmth of the heart. It smiles at you and you fall in love. The color so beautiful, you can’t stay away. It symbolizes the feeling inside me of wanting love. When I see the rose I can feel what it’s like to fall in love. When the rose is dying, I can feel the pain inside my heart. Every peddle falling, leaving the rose to only the last peddle is my heart dying, feeling the torture inside me knowing my love is fading. Love is like a rose, strong and beautiful and slowly it begins to die. Leaving only the memories to love and cherish. When you find love it is amazing and soon it dies. Leaving everything inside you broken.
Oh so beautiful, so graceful. So soft, so perfect. A rose is the warmth of the heart. It smiles at you and you fall in love. The color so beautiful, you can’t stay away. It symbolizes the feeling inside me of wanting love. When I see the rose I can feel what it’s like to fall in love. When the rose is dying, I can feel the pain inside my heart. Every peddle falling, leaving the rose to only the last peddle is my heart dying, feeling the torture inside me knowing my love is fading. Love is like a rose, strong and beautiful and slowly it begins to die. Leaving only the memories to love and cherish. When you find love it is amazing and soon it dies. Leaving everything inside you broken.
Monday, January 16, 2012
Live Life, Love Time
Author's Note: Live life as if you were to die tomorrow, because you never know when you're going to loose something important.
I woke up in the morning full of regrets because of my actions last night. Not only have I lost my best friend, but now everyone is going to look at me as the girl who came to party, but left as the fail. I remember the words coming out of my friends mouth, “Don’t go! A party isn’t worth it! Just stay here with me!” I responded with walking away in anger. At that moment I thought my friend was just jealous because I got invited to a party and she didn’t. Now I know she didn’t want me too go because I would get to carried away and screw up my future. I should have listened to my friend. Now my life is ruined.
I woke up in the morning full of regrets because of my actions last night. Not only have I lost my best friend, but now everyone is going to look at me as the girl who came to party, but left as the fail. I remember the words coming out of my friends mouth, “Don’t go! A party isn’t worth it! Just stay here with me!” I responded with walking away in anger. At that moment I thought my friend was just jealous because I got invited to a party and she didn’t. Now I know she didn’t want me too go because I would get to carried away and screw up my future. I should have listened to my friend. Now my life is ruined.
This story is a good example of not letting go of the mistakes you made. Even though it was a mistake, you have to learn about what you did wrong. Messing up is part of life. No one is perfect. If you don’t learn from what you did wrong, how are you ever going to grow into a better person? Most likely when you get older you’re just going to laugh about it. So, smile when you want to cry, apologize even about something you didn’t do, and just move on because you have a long life to live and you can’t hold onto the past. You have to let it go.
Tuesday, January 10, 2012
Secrets, Secrets Are No Fun
Author's note- I was thinking of an idea of what to write about, and one of my memories came back to me about my old friend. This story isn't all true though, but some parts are. I hope you enjoy this depressing story.
It’s been 120 days, 34 hours, and 15 minutes since the day my mom has left my family and I. She told us it was for the best, but we all know that’s not true. I can’t even remember her sweet calming voice, her beautiful flowing blonde hair. She was perfect. The thing is, no one knows why she left.....except me.
It’s been 120 days, 34 hours, and 15 minutes since the day my mom has left my family and I. She told us it was for the best, but we all know that’s not true. I can’t even remember her sweet calming voice, her beautiful flowing blonde hair. She was perfect. The thing is, no one knows why she left.....except me.
My dad tries to think of the positives of why she left. He tries to tell my little sister that she left for work, or she just needed a break from stress, but the real reason is I saw her kissing another guy. The guy was tall with a buzz cut. He had sparkling blue eyes and a very nice smile. This man looked very familiar to me and then I got it. He was my dad's brother.
I stayed awake all night waiting for my mom to come home, but she never came. The next day she wasn’t home again. She left a message that said, “Hey guys work is running late won’t be home till tomorrow.” Of course, I fell for it because after I got that message I felt bad for my mom and went to her work. She wasn’t there. She was seeing my uncle behind my dads back and he didn’t even know.
The next day I sat down with my mom and told her what I saw. She was so shocked that I knew. After I told her she didn’t say a word all she did was get up and look at my pictures of our family. My mom grabbed the picture of when my little sister was first born. She explained to me about how she and my father fell in love. I remember her voice getting shaky and her expression changing from satisfied to ashamed. Her face fell down as she told me she loved another man. I held back the tears because since I was 14 I knew this was a big problem and I couldn’t cry or she would. I questioned her and told her she had to tell dad and if she didn’t I would. She was so mad! She grabbed me and held me against the wall then screamed at me. When she was screaming at me her grip on my neck got tighter and tighter. I began to get light headed and before I knew it I was passed out on the ground.
When I woke up my father was holding me and my mother was on the other side of me. I asked them what happen and my mom said she was talking to me and I fell to the floor and fainted. I knew that was a lie because a couple of days later the whole memory came back to me.
A week later I told my mom I remembered everything that happened and she denied it. We shouted at each other again and she hit me in the face this time. I will never forget her arm falling behind her head and swinging at my face. As I fell to the floor my little sister started to cry. She saw all of it too. My mom ran at her and who knew what she whispered to her, but all I really remember was my mom slapping her forehead and my sister crying on the ground for hours. My mom ran away that night and we haven’t heard from her since.
After that night my dad asked me what had happened, but I just keep saying nothing. I don’t even care anymore what happened to me or my sister. All I wanted was my family back together. Until I get my mom back the secret is a secret that will never be told.
Friday, January 6, 2012
A Laptop For Christmas
Author's Note- I was suddenly put under a tree and wrapped in paper. I didn't know what was going on.
It wasn’t long till I was shipped off with a couple of my TV friends in a big box with wheels on it that spelled out FED EX. I didn’t know what was going on and I didn’t know if I wanted to know what was going on. I remember an old man in a jump suit grabbed me and walked me to a door step. He pressed a button and a loud ringing noise occurred. A young girl with long blond hair and bright blue eyes answered the door and smiled. She grabbed my friends and I and ran upstairs. The next thing I recalled was being wrapped with paper and being placed under a tree. I remember sitting there all night. The paper was so snug that I almost felt claustrophobic. Right when I finally fell asleep I heard running down the stairs and a girl screaming, “Christmas!” She ran into the room I was in and fell to the ground. After that, more people came too. They all reached for something under the tree, and someone grabbed me. I finally saw a light, and right when I could fully see I saw the same girl staring at me. She jumped up and down in joy then smiled at her parents and shouted, “A laptop! For me?” The parents looked at each other and responded saying yes. I watched the family open more present and when they were done they left the room. As I sat there the girl came back and opened me. Her sweaty fingers touched my keys. The first place she took me too was Facebook. I don’t care if Mary and Jack are back together! After she was on Facebook she logged me off and shut me down and now I’m here sitting alone. Hopefully soon she will use me more.
It wasn’t long till I was shipped off with a couple of my TV friends in a big box with wheels on it that spelled out FED EX. I didn’t know what was going on and I didn’t know if I wanted to know what was going on. I remember an old man in a jump suit grabbed me and walked me to a door step. He pressed a button and a loud ringing noise occurred. A young girl with long blond hair and bright blue eyes answered the door and smiled. She grabbed my friends and I and ran upstairs. The next thing I recalled was being wrapped with paper and being placed under a tree. I remember sitting there all night. The paper was so snug that I almost felt claustrophobic. Right when I finally fell asleep I heard running down the stairs and a girl screaming, “Christmas!” She ran into the room I was in and fell to the ground. After that, more people came too. They all reached for something under the tree, and someone grabbed me. I finally saw a light, and right when I could fully see I saw the same girl staring at me. She jumped up and down in joy then smiled at her parents and shouted, “A laptop! For me?” The parents looked at each other and responded saying yes. I watched the family open more present and when they were done they left the room. As I sat there the girl came back and opened me. Her sweaty fingers touched my keys. The first place she took me too was Facebook. I don’t care if Mary and Jack are back together! After she was on Facebook she logged me off and shut me down and now I’m here sitting alone. Hopefully soon she will use me more.
Wednesday, December 21, 2011
Broken Heart
Author's Note: Live life as if your going to die tomorrow because before you know it the person you love is gone.
I still can’t believe the words of my ex-boyfriend, “It’s over” just can’t seem to sink into my head. It’s been one month since the crazy break-up. We were dating for 3 years, and planning to go off to the same college in a couple of months. Who would have known the guy I thought was the one, was the one who broke my heart instead.
I remember it like it was yesterday. Riding in the car together blasting the stereo like wild teenagers running away. The laughing, the crying, the smiles, the argues, all of it was real to me. I still remember the look on his face when we were laying next to each other in his car at two in the morning. He gently kissed me and told me he loved me. Is that all it was to him? Just a kiss. Just some stupid words! Thanks Logan. To think I thought this was forever.
I still can’t believe the words of my ex-boyfriend, “It’s over” just can’t seem to sink into my head. It’s been one month since the crazy break-up. We were dating for 3 years, and planning to go off to the same college in a couple of months. Who would have known the guy I thought was the one, was the one who broke my heart instead.
I remember it like it was yesterday. Riding in the car together blasting the stereo like wild teenagers running away. The laughing, the crying, the smiles, the argues, all of it was real to me. I still remember the look on his face when we were laying next to each other in his car at two in the morning. He gently kissed me and told me he loved me. Is that all it was to him? Just a kiss. Just some stupid words! Thanks Logan. To think I thought this was forever.
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