FRIEND

First started with a "Hello."
Recognizing an initial attraction
Illusions say to let it be
Ending the day with a desire to be more
Never giving up hope
Deciding that it's best to stay just friends

Charolette's Web

Charolette's Web
    Templeton is a rat that at the beginign is just out for slop. Though Templeton started out bad and villinous, he later changed for the better.
    The reason why I considered Templeton a hero and not a villan is because he kind of went out of his way to get a new word for Charolette. Even though he wanted slop there had to have been a bit of good under that tough exterior because he really didn't want to. He also is truthful to Wilbur when he tells him about the smoke house. That to me is something that a friend would do, because if I was someones friend I would tell them if some thing was going on instead of hidding it from them. 

A Day No Pigs Would Die - Blog 1

A Day No Pigs Would Die - Blog 1

      In A Day No Pigs Would Die Robert receives a pig. They bond and form a friendship so strong that Pinky almost seems human.
      This same feeling happened to me when I was three. I had always had an infatuation for animals, but we didn't have any around the house until one day in April. My mother didn't tells us where we were going, but before we went and saw "The Lady and the Tramp 2". When we arrived at our destination I heard barking within the walls. My cousin and I were told to wait outside while my mother went in with my four month old sister, Renea. She came out and said it was okay to go in, but we had to close our eyes and hold my dad's hands until we were given permission to open them.
     We walked down a hallway and through a door and suddenly the barking got ten times louder.  We were told to open our eyes, and that we did. I had never seen so many dogs in my life: big dogs, small dogs, and those that looked like they would tear you from limb to limb. My father pointed to one that looked huge and rough. We went back in a room and waited for them to bring out the dog. He was even more tougher looking up close and at first he startled me. I hid behind my mother, but that stupid dog followed me, so I turned around and petted him out of curiosity.  He did what I later called his 'smile' and wagged his tail at me. At that very moment I knew what to name him; Scamp. Five minutes later we had signed the papers and the dog was in our car and started becoming my best friend.
      From that day on we did everything together. He followed me every where, but he knew not to get on the beds or furniture because if he did mom would whip him or put him in the dog house; which he hated. Our favorite activity was finding things, and by things I mean anything: bugs, frogs, rabbits, old toys, and anything that made a noise. I later realized that he was so good at those activities because of  him being a German Sheppard.
      Scamp was the roughest, toughest dog you ever did see. He barked at any person that threatened to change the great way we were living. And any animal that came near him had to have insurance. Though he was never mean to children or even infants. I remember putting Renea on his back many a time so she could ride him like a horse. One time my parents threatened to give the dog away because he was eating so much, but Renea and I wouldn't  allow it.  I would never fully be able to let him go.
     Years passed and I mattered. I didn't play with him the same ways as  I did before. By then we began to play games such as chase, fetch, swimming , and still finding anything that was unlucky enough to make a noise. He also became more than just my friend, it was now more like he understood what I had to say. He was the best listener in the world except for maybe a bark in agreement, or a growl if the word "vet"  came into the conversations. He comforted me with his warm, nasty kisses, and knew when I was mad too. If I ever came in the house mad that dog would tackle me to  the floor and tried to eat my face with kisses, which always changed my mood.
    One day Scamp started to get sick. My mother took him to the vet, but because of his condition he was to weak to argue. She came home crying and told the family that he had lymphatic cancer. I ran to my room and expectantly Scamp followed slowly already his neck swollen with cancer. All I did that night was sit in my room and cried. I knew he couldn't cry, so I cried enough tears for him and I both. I cried and held him tight, and I didn't leave that spot all night, not even for dinner. I didn't want to go to school that day, but I looked at his face behind the pain and swollen neck I saw him smile at me. I knew he would do everything, even if it took his last breath, to be here waiting for me when I got home.
    I returned home and he barely had the strength to look up at me and smile. My mother informed us that she and my father had made the decision to put him down. I knew it had to be done, but I didn't want to  accept the truth of the moment. Automatically my sister started to cry, at that time I noticed that I had to be strong for not only myself, but for Renea and Scamp both. I stood there with a hard face and said nothing. my father loaded him into the car and we went to the vet. I stayed in the car with Renea, but before he was taken in I gave him a hug and saw his last smile.
    I was later told that he just looked like he went to sleep, not like he died.
    So here I am today writing this blog all snot nosed and crying, but the whole time I kept in mind that he didn' t suffer and he had a good life. And I still remember his last smile.

Point Of View Story; TOM! :D

          It's 8:15 in the morning and I'm chilling in the hallway with Leslie. Sarah is over there staring at herself. She's kind of creepy. Oh no, she's staring at us now! She doesn't look too happy. Ouch ! People are constantly running into me! This hallway is so crowded. I know she wants me to ask her to homecoming but she's so creepy! Maybe I'll just ask Leslie, but that could cause drama. Leslie is so much prettier, and she simply has a better personality. Sarah on the other hand reminds me of my mother. So controlling! This is so confusing. Sarah looks so mad, but I like Leslie! Who should I choose? I don't want Sarah to make Leslie miserable just because I ask her to homecoming. It seems like my best choice would be to not choose anyone. Maybe I'll just go alone!

The Itch

The Itch

            WWIII was just begining and Russia and the United States were at each others throats. The US had already lost control of Alaska to them and they also had just recently bombed the island state of Hawii. The US was devistated and wondered how they would ever recover from the loss.



             "So how are you guys mourning for the loss of the pinapple pizza capitol of the world?" Sarah was tired of hearing Hope talk so she said the usual.
              "Your mom knows ask her, we prepared last night." Hope offered a fake laugh and then a sneer.
             "It just sucks that Hawii had to be destroyed on the week before Haloween. Do you know how many people can't come to my party because of this stupid mourning thing? I mean I look good in black, but why does the government make all of us wear black? Did they ever think about the people like you, Sarah, that look like ghosts in black?"
              "I don't know, maybe because the US just lost a state that DIDN'T create pinapple pizza? By the way how is your science fair project coming along?"
              "Fine, I guess. The bacteria are just growing so fast, and I think this could be a major health hazord."
              "Ohh, yeah. Growing yeast in a jar and putting it under a microscope is so dangerous."
              "No, you don't understand, this doesn't look like yeast. This looks like a major pathogen."
              "Okay, Hope." Sarah just ignored Hope's chatter as they walked home. Hope was known to lie without even thinking twice. When they arrived home Sarah went right to her room and got on Skype. For the past week she had been talking to her friend Elise who lived in Moscow. She opened the link and next thing you know there was Elise sitting, waiting for her.
              "Hey," Elise said in her thick Russian accent.
              "Hey, how are you and Lyle hanging on?" Elise srugged with saddness. For she and her younger brother were living alone while their father was out in the streets fighting the war in Alaska.
              "How's that package of science fair stuff  I sent Hope?"
              "Pretty well. The yeast is just growing weird."
              "Is it begining to foam!" Elise smiled with excitement. What was that all about, Sarah thought.
              "I think so, why do you ask?"
              "Ummmm. Because if it is you need to dump it down the drain."
              "Why?"
              "That means it didn't work. I'll send her a different pack that will deffinately work."
              "Ok. I gotta' go and tell Hope to dump out the expeiment."
              "'Kay. See ya'!" The message closed as abrumptly as it had began. Sarah screamed the comand to Hope and later heard the gurgle of the mixture being poured down the drain. What was up with her response? She thought. Whatever.
              "Why didn't I get to talk to her?" Hope asked, and as usual forgetting to knock.
             "I barely even talked to her. Don't you ever knock?" Hope didn't pay attention as usual.
              "Let's get back on and talk to her." And without asking Hope turned on the Skype once again.
              "They fell for it! Those stupid Americans! They'll never know that they just let out the most powerful pathegen ever created," yelled Elise from the other side of the screen.
              "Great job Elise, now the Russian communitie will love us forever!" Then the guy we Knew as being her younger brother started a total make-out scene.
              "Eeeewwww!" Hope reached over and turned of the monitor. "WTF!!!! Did you see her making- out with her brother!"
              "I don't belive that was her brother. Did you hear what she said?"
             " No, that Lyle guy is just to cute!"
              "You just let out the most powerful pathogen the world has ever seen!"
              "You told me to!"
              "Let's just calm down. Maybe we can stop this. Maybe there is an antidote."
              "I don't think so, they aren't that stupid. What if we talk to Lyle he didn't seem evil?
              "You were blinded by his cuteness! But he didn't seem totally happy."
              "I'll contact him tonight."
              "I'll tell the police."

  "Breaking news ladies and gentleman! there has been an out break of a pathogen that looks like it could ruin the nation. We are please asking you to not use any public water if you have been exposed please seperate yourself from society. Stay inside! This pathogen causes an itch and rash to form. This has been Brian Monroy speaking!"

           END OF PART I

An Outsider's View

                                                              An Outsider's View
       In section 4, we learned about Crooks, The black stable-hand with a crooked back. Crooks, being black and all, was judged and treated unfairly by the other men. From experience, I know that being a minority or not being in the "in" crowd is not the best thing in the world. In elementaryschool I used to play with this girl that lived next door to me. I was about five and she was seven. We would play princesses and fun fairytale games like that. One day we were playnig those cames and I said to her, "I want to be the princess just this once." I never got to be the princess and I always went along with it, but i really wanted to be her this time. But the girl said," No, you can't play the princess, your just a nigger." And after she said that I asked my dad what that word ment and he said to me "Hope, not everything is as good as it seems to be. There are people that don't care what you act like, but if your black ,god have mercy on your soul, 'cuz they are never gonna' let that go. And whan they see you they don't see you they just see that your black." And from that day on I 've known how the real world is and it makes you sad inside to know that in front of some people no matter how hard you try you will always be seen or thought of as your minoritie or disability.