If I knew then what I know now, my looks upon life would have been different. The thoughts that I had towards life would have been different. Everyone had a feeling it was coming but never saw it approach. When it did, the results were not exactly what you would call a relief.
At the age of 54, my uncle was diagnosed with stage 3 cancer. He was already on the last stage, and life was slowly punishing him. With pains and aches that were unexplainable. The last time I saw him was in the summer, and something’s telling me I won’t have another. Although he lived halfway across Canada, in Kyle, Saskatchewan, if truth be told we were exceptionally close. Smoking for the past 30 years of his life, it all back washed on him. Full of life, and having the words, “nothing can stop me,” written on his forehead, vanished. It was like I have an empty space in me, that’s draining itself. Looking up at him when I was young, and as the years past watching my eyes finally meet with his, but they looked old, tired. That was going to be the story of his life for the next year. Why should someone so good, have to suffer, like that?
Wishing he would just, in some way go. To see him live out his last moment in pain is unacceptable. Wishing he would just not wake up one morning. Nothing ever stopped him from living, and this has now put a brick wall in front of him, a barrier that would never move. I have lost all hope, and I desperately want the suffering to end. Since the cancer was found, the ride of life had become covered more drastically with rocks to make it a rough surface. I would do anything for his hole to be covered, and for him to simply rest in peace. If I somehow could take back those years, when I never paid attention to his presence, I would.
Conditions are further away from good, they are unable to register. Surprised he’s made it this far, and at the same time in denial that he should live. Everyone wants to live forever, and have things placed in front of them, no one expects to win it upon themselves. My Uncle, Robert Graves was the opposite of those no-life people. He drove himself to get what he anticipated to have. Working so hard to give others theirs, I wish they would help him keep his. Life. Nothing promising will come out of it, and nothings ever perfect. I’ve learnt that much.
One word represents my uncle, and Father’s brother, “strong.” He was one of a kind, saving people’s lives, to putting away the wrong things in life behind bars. Or playing hockey, and having his dream end by taking a slap shot in the ankle, smashing it, and never able to skate quite right again. Watching his best friend die, and saving the rest from the man who murdered her. I guess it’s my turn now, to watch him die, but having nothing to save. What can I do? What is there to do? Other than the mental support, but even then, I can’t do much because of the drugs he’s taking for the pain. I pray every night, that he doesn’t remember life in his last couple of years, I want him to remember what it was like to feel alive, to feel the grasshoppers skim the side of your leg when you walk through the field, to have a little brother who looks up to you. The first time he learnt how to ride a bike. Not the last. Never the last. Only the part where we say, “I’m losing the one I love.”
Life is never what we expect, and most of the time that’s the joy we achieve out of it. Living day to day is all we can do, and forget the past, because when you drag the remains behind you, there will never be a chance to have a future. Expecting for the sun to come out every day and break the rain, you’re wasting your time. Life gives you plenty of chances and goals to achieve all we simply have to do is push ourselves. Personally I believe in karma, and what you portray will eventually run back. They say to be in love is the best feeling a human being can have, whatever you believe in, go for it but I say, “how can that be?” We can’t make a choice in love, it comes naturally, and when that special moment does happen, I’m glad for you but life’s about choices. Depending on the ones you make, results in what happens in the future. The life I have now, I would never change it for anything. Some days I hate it but when I reflect back on to it after the day has ended, and take a few breaths the words, “I’ll get by as always” come to my mind.
I look up to like the people who survived a tragedy. Most of us knew Ashley Hyatt, and some didn’t. I did. When I heard of her death, I paused; a rush of cold blood hit my heart. Her parents, her best friends….. They lost the one they loved; they never saw it coming, or its approach. We all go through it together, and I think that’s what helps us move on. She was one of a kind, and I’m glad I did hang out with her that one summer; she changed my life as she did too many others. Carrying with her a gift, to brighten people’s lives in a way that not many could. She was too young to leave, but I know she’s up in the clouds watching, she left her mark on our earth in a dramatic way. She will always be remembered. You were one of a kind, rest in peace.
What did I learn this year, what have I experienced this year falls into the same hand: Live my life and not worry about the small things and skim the tough, to be only myself, because life’s to short to be anyone else. Enjoy the little things in life because in the end those are the most important, to take every step slowly, because the faster you do, the earlier life will pass. And never forget, what they taught me, or how they made us feel when they was there.. I remember our family modem, “Never give up.” They will be forced to give up, and I never will, because of them.
Wednesday, June 9, 2010
Losing the One You Love
Thursday, June 3, 2010
Letter to the Government
Dear Makers and producers of Non-Free Range Eggs ,
The procedures your company goes through for the productions of non free range chicken eggs is unacceptable. What do we achieve? A little more money than usual?
The Government states that animal cruelty is against the law in Canada, but what are you doing to prevent the cruelty that you give to these animals? I would admit to doing a crime, but most people wouldn't. The kind of crime that you are doing is far beyond what I would have ever thought to pass the laws of Canada. How would you feel, being sorted out by human hands directly after your born. Although this is continuing to be a discussion there isn't enough acts against it. I will take a stand for our future to be more respectful to our fellow pets and animals. Would you like to have your nose burnt of by a rotating steam grinder, my guess is no. Some say that their productions aren't as drastic as others, but I say if its not free range, its animal cruelty.
Why is Free Range different, and why do I care so much about it?
I strongly believe in the consequences, and actions that come with the crossing of the laws in Canada. When we leave our children at home, do we expect them to be stolen by our care sitters? Or do we want a nurse taking our newborns and pronouncing them as still born, when instead they just have a minor defect with their eye, or ear? That's what we as Canadians, or Americans do to the off spring of our mother chickens. And its not just their chicks that are being abused, its also the hens. Mechanics pump them full of hormones so that the time it takes for one egg to be laid, instead of them producing one or two, they release nine or ten. Why? Whats with our Government and money? Why are we so wound up in the fact, that the more money a nation withholds the more power they portray? We as human beings should be able to view the true, natural things in life, instead of creating such poison to our planet.
While you continue to keep the production procedures of non-free range eggs, you should put yourself in their shoes, If you could see you in them? Would you see abuse?
Buy and produce Free range eggs.
Sincerely from,
Westbank Student
The procedures your company goes through for the productions of non free range chicken eggs is unacceptable. What do we achieve? A little more money than usual?
The Government states that animal cruelty is against the law in Canada, but what are you doing to prevent the cruelty that you give to these animals? I would admit to doing a crime, but most people wouldn't. The kind of crime that you are doing is far beyond what I would have ever thought to pass the laws of Canada. How would you feel, being sorted out by human hands directly after your born. Although this is continuing to be a discussion there isn't enough acts against it. I will take a stand for our future to be more respectful to our fellow pets and animals. Would you like to have your nose burnt of by a rotating steam grinder, my guess is no. Some say that their productions aren't as drastic as others, but I say if its not free range, its animal cruelty.
Why is Free Range different, and why do I care so much about it?
I strongly believe in the consequences, and actions that come with the crossing of the laws in Canada. When we leave our children at home, do we expect them to be stolen by our care sitters? Or do we want a nurse taking our newborns and pronouncing them as still born, when instead they just have a minor defect with their eye, or ear? That's what we as Canadians, or Americans do to the off spring of our mother chickens. And its not just their chicks that are being abused, its also the hens. Mechanics pump them full of hormones so that the time it takes for one egg to be laid, instead of them producing one or two, they release nine or ten. Why? Whats with our Government and money? Why are we so wound up in the fact, that the more money a nation withholds the more power they portray? We as human beings should be able to view the true, natural things in life, instead of creating such poison to our planet.
While you continue to keep the production procedures of non-free range eggs, you should put yourself in their shoes, If you could see you in them? Would you see abuse?
Buy and produce Free range eggs.
Sincerely from,
Westbank Student
Friday, May 28, 2010
Wednesday, May 19, 2010
You Left Your Foot Prints On Me
Everyday more and more of me gets washed away with the tide. Days. Only at this time do I see you, and feel you, as you leave your indent on my side. Creating comfort and view, I slowly get washed and shoved back in forth with the incoming and deceiving waves. With me I carry many memories, of when you were young, digging sand castles with your dog and creating a piece of your child life on me. I sparkle when your around, with the sun shining trough my dampness. Cherishing me as you continue your visits through your life. There you are, with your new child, building and playing on the same area. Sharing parts of your life, and making mine whole. One last time, I see you, but you cant stay for long. The clouds are waiting, as you left your foot prints on me.
Thursday, May 13, 2010
After Another Year (voice)
Hockey was her dream and it soon became reality. Going to a hockey school in Alberta, we never really see each other, but come the holidays we just cant have enough fun. Making the u18 girls hockey team, team BC and being asked to play for the u18 Team Canada girls, we don't have a lot of time together. Even when she comes home for the holidays, she always has some sort of training. Having only one more year of school left, by the end she'll probably be in the NHL. Her whole family is all about hockey. Her brother, Curtis recently got drafted for Detroit, and plays for Vernon Vipers. We met by my brother, playing hockey with her, they had been good friends and for the past 7 years, Taylor and I have been, well more than friends.
Summer was finally just around the corner, and yet another year went around. Taylor is coming home. We always had this dream, of finishing our tree house enough, so that we could sleep a weekend in it, we got two doors finished and up, screen windows, and a balcony. Although we have accomplished all those things, there are still some finishing touches like putting in the carpet. Knowing that we don't have a lot of time left, I am looking forward to finishing it this summer.
In some way or another, I always seem to injure myself when she comes home. Last year, it was in the summer. That early week we got out of school for last summer, we decided to get up early and go down powers. Since I've already gone down it a lot I know my way, and where the dangerous parts are. Being dumb like I usually am, I took a jump, not knowing that straight behind it there would lay a giant boulder. Hitting the rock with my pedal, the back of my bike spun outwards, I flew off forward with the downhill force, landing with my back against a tree, and small rocks below me. Probably weighing at around 5lbs each. I could hardly get up. After biking back home. I realized that I fractured my tail bone, all I can say, is that it was an experience I wish never would of happened.
Two years ago. During the winter, when the snow covered the ground, like a white blanket covering our earth, we got a quad for Christmas. Not a very smart idea. We were playing the usual: someone with a air soft gun, unfortunately this one was a M16 machine gun, and when that thing shot and hit you, you would get a whole in your skin, no mind the huge bruise it leaves behind for such a small plastic Beebe. Taylor and I were on the quad racing through our pasture, we had all the open space because the animals were locked up in the top paddock for the winter. So we we doing donuts and all the other dumb things you could imagine, and by the way, we weren't exactly the smartest people when it came to life threatening toys so we didn't wear any helmets. My brother started running down the hill, leading from our house to the road. He begins to shoot at us from around 10 yards away. One bullet hits me and the same goes for Taylor. She begins to speed up, at this we would not be able to make any tight turns. We go through the gate, across the grass, we reach the driveway. We couldn't turn, and we ran right into a like 200ft poplar tree. Going at the speed of 40km/h the results weren't as bad as they would seem. We both flung forward with such force, Taylor went over the handle bars I, flew towards her and nailed my hip of the handle. we each had like dislocated knees, or something cause they were aching. We slowly drove up the driveway in pain and when we reached the top, we took a look at the quad. the whole front had a round indent, obviously from the tree, and the handle bars were bent. Even after we realized this we still kept playing.
Kayaks are just a completely different story. She basically shoves me under the front, and like a km away from shore she purposely tips it and I almost drown. Continuing to do it, we have a lot of fun, pulling the sinking water filled kayak to shore ands dumping out the water when we get there.
Injuries, are just memories. All those memories make Taylor my sister, and the one I never had. This summer, I hope to not hurt myself. While, I'm trying not to, I most likely will.
I love you Taylor.
Wednesday, May 5, 2010
A Strange Day in July
No one really knows how it feels having your parents divorced, until it actually happens. This story begins with a high heart that sinks low, but once again picked up by a loving animal and friend, Odis.
He was the brightest, boy for his age in his class. Five. That's the number of days their parents fought, that's the number of days it took him to realize what was happening, that's the number of minuets between him and his sisters births, and that's the number of days the trip was to his Dads. For his sister and him being twins, they would always do things together, well for the five years they had lived. Never really realizing, how things would change not having your mother and father together. The whole saying "till death do us part," never was made reality in the lives of their parents marrige.
"Bye, Mommy," the twins sobbed together.
"Bye sweets, I'll miss you, and if theres any problems you two just call Mommy okay?"
"Love you." Those were the last words the two childeren said to their mother.
He was the brightest, boy for his age in his class. Five. That's the number of days their parents fought, that's the number of days it took him to realize what was happening, that's the number of minuets between him and his sisters births, and that's the number of days the trip was to his Dads. For his sister and him being twins, they would always do things together, well for the five years they had lived. Never really realizing, how things would change not having your mother and father together. The whole saying "till death do us part," never was made reality in the lives of their parents marrige.
"Bye, Mommy," the twins sobbed together.
"Bye sweets, I'll miss you, and if theres any problems you two just call Mommy okay?"
"Love you." Those were the last words the two childeren said to their mother.
"I love you too,"she pleaded.
The childeren were on their way to experience a great adventure. Their father was ecxpecting them to go last year, but he dissapeared for a couple of weeks saying he went out of the country. Their mother never really did know what happened. Thats why she waited for another year to send her to so muchly loved kids. She always kept the thought in mind that there was something else going on behind the scenes in their fathers world. Although the never wanted then to leave she new it would be best for them to go, and that at this age its an important time in their life.
Arriving at the airport the two kids, walked off the plane with a smile, finally being able to meet their father. Instead of a man, who they would expect to be their Dad meeting them there to pick them up is was a women. "Excuse me, I'm Sam and this is my sister Alex. Our father was suppose to pick us up here, do you know where he mgiht be?"
"I know exactly, and I am..."
"Oh good, please tell us where he is!" They were both so relieved that this women knew there father.
"I'm your Dad's wife........Julie."
"Oh.....okay, ummmm..." Sam and Alex didnt know what to say next, they didnt want to be rude. Understanding that this is the way it was they got into the car with the women, hoping she wasnt lying. And as they got on the road they began to sence something. Where they were heading didnt look like it did 3 years ago.
Driving deeper into the forest, the women, "Julie" never said a word and neither did we. I didnt want to say anything to Alex, to not scare her. But I knew where ever we were going, wasnt right. Another bend was coming up, and I was praying my Dad would pop out of no where and say eveythings okay. I had mistaken. My Dad never popped out, and nothing was going to be alright.
Reaching the house, that part of the shivering jouney looked familiar. There was Dad, sitting on the dock suntanning. How could we forget, especially so much. We better not get lost out here or we are in for a rude awakening.
Sitting down with our Father was awkward, Alex said the first word at the dinner table. After that conversations were carried on, I'd expect my Dad to be more mature than that. Having your 5 year old daughter bring up the memories and conversation, didnt sit quite right with me. He had changed, but I didnt know how. This whole place was strange, today I was walking out by the water, and the rock I skipped out into the water away from me, unexpectingly came skipping back. Lets just say I had a bad day.
Catching up with our Father, great experience for our age. I think hes moving back to our city, and so is his wife, who by the way is actually really nice.
Tuesday, April 27, 2010
Shatterd
Slamming on the floor, it made a windmill of papers go by, and flickered to a page. What was this thing, and why was it trying to show me something that never existed. The room fell to an unsound volume. The light locked up. Drifted dreams of history, blew closer to my shore. That picture, the picture the supernatural thing was trying to show me. It was……….me.
Living with my aunt, not the choice I had in mind. When losing both parents and being an only child, it was the next somewhat straight line I had left. The paths I had previously taken disappeared before my eyes. I was lost. The idea that came to mind in my past, and seeing the future, never met what I had. Although being a teen, the situations that always occurred never came to mind. I can only pray for better things, but for some reason the things we always want more are the things, we aren’t able to reach. Falling hands and weak arms was what were left of the evidence, that been taken away.
With the tick of every second, it seemed the hours went by. Life was a dream, and it only happened to be for the first 15 years of my life. What had I done wrong to deserve this, and could there ever be an alternate ending? One that would resolve in some other dream, at least close to what I had. It was only a thought, the whole alternate ending; it never became reality, and never a dream. Not ever close to what I had.
Begging for her to live here, and not for me to move, it never returned a result. Since my life was now just dust, it was time for me to walk away. That day, that moment was the hardest thing to ever live in. Emotions and tears filled my memories with the same thing that filled my bones. Nothing. The wind blew my hair. Silently I became hurt; worse than a feeling and more than words.
Rain poured down, and the road was hard to see. What did it matter, if I would of just gone with them, I wouldn’t feel what was in my head. The hurt, the rain, it all kind of made my life scene more depressing. My parents told me to always move forward, and never look back behind you, to see what’s left. At that moment the only thing I could do was search for what was left. It wasn’t my choice to have them leave, or the way they did.
Passing the signs, and with each turn off, I became further and further away from home. The distance we had to go was short, but with the silence that filled the car never made it any easier. It’s like we didn’t even know each other anymore. I wanted to say something but I just couldn’t force the words out of my mouth. While, I was thinking this I couldn’t help to think if her thoughts were the same.
Arriving at the new house, I was curious. For some reason it looked more run down than ever. Although my aunt Alice always looked beautiful, her home; not so much. She helped me grab all my bags and another flashback occurred. This time it was of my family, and all of us coming here for the summer, then it was like something didn’t want me to remember and it blew the thought out of my mind. This eerie thing or whatever it was gave me that feeling.
Nervously, I was on my way down to the basement. With each and every creak in the base boards, I thought I was going to fall through. I couldn’t believe aunt Alice let it go this far. Why, she was always so clean with her house. If, I could have a choice I would not be living in this particular part of the house. Revolting, as I glared at the furniture and dust, that was the feeling in my stomach. Dropping my luggage on the floor I rush up the rickety stairs. As if it wasn’t me running, something made my adrenaline rush, there was no other though than that this house was in a state of disclosure. Talking to my aunt was the only resolution I had. “Alice, do you mind if I ask you a question”? There was no reply. “Aunt Alice, hello”. Still nothing, where could she be? I heard heavy breathing then nothing. Frightened I slowly crept up to the edge of the wall, leading in to the kitchen. There she was, doing what she does best, baking pies. “Aunt Alice?”
“Yes, dear”, “are you okay?” I stuttered.
“Well of course, everything’s fine.” I knew nothing was.
“Can we go outside for a walk?” I asked, just to get the result of getting out from this house, it just wasn’t right.
“Sure, just as soon as I get this pie in the oven to bake, okay?” Her reply was a little shallow. This person who was talking, I don’t think it was Alice, but the alternative; I just couldn’t wrap my mind around it.
We followed the path, and just as we reached the end to turn around, I paused; the movements in my legs came to a halt. “You, have to tell me what’s wrong with the house.” I firmly stated.
“I kind of knew you’d find out, or sense”, when she said it, I could see a sudden look of relief in her eyes. “Yeah, I think so.” When all this came out into the open, I actually new why she couldn’t move into my house, I was ment to come here and stop this miserable world Alice was living in.
Reaching the house, I was anxious to get started, my aunt told me not to get involved with the antiques in the basements, that they held too many secrets that couldn’t be let out. I made slight movements down the stairs, asking the same question over and over again, and I did this cause I had nothing to lose being scared out of my wits. I never had anything anymore other than Alice who was in the same place I was. Nothing. “Who are you and what is your place here?” As the last words, a picture was thrown across the room, and shattered on the cement. It was a picture of my Mother, and Alice with each having a crack mark on their faces, so obviously this whole creepy ghost thing had to do with them. Asking one more time, “who are you?” Another object was flung across the ground and stopped at my feet, this time a book. On a certain page some letters from the rest of the book were ripped out. There on the page was a picture, but who was it. The letters below spelled out. YOU. The picture, it was ….me. The ghost was me.
Living with my aunt, not the choice I had in mind. When losing both parents and being an only child, it was the next somewhat straight line I had left. The paths I had previously taken disappeared before my eyes. I was lost. The idea that came to mind in my past, and seeing the future, never met what I had. Although being a teen, the situations that always occurred never came to mind. I can only pray for better things, but for some reason the things we always want more are the things, we aren’t able to reach. Falling hands and weak arms was what were left of the evidence, that been taken away.
With the tick of every second, it seemed the hours went by. Life was a dream, and it only happened to be for the first 15 years of my life. What had I done wrong to deserve this, and could there ever be an alternate ending? One that would resolve in some other dream, at least close to what I had. It was only a thought, the whole alternate ending; it never became reality, and never a dream. Not ever close to what I had.
Begging for her to live here, and not for me to move, it never returned a result. Since my life was now just dust, it was time for me to walk away. That day, that moment was the hardest thing to ever live in. Emotions and tears filled my memories with the same thing that filled my bones. Nothing. The wind blew my hair. Silently I became hurt; worse than a feeling and more than words.
Rain poured down, and the road was hard to see. What did it matter, if I would of just gone with them, I wouldn’t feel what was in my head. The hurt, the rain, it all kind of made my life scene more depressing. My parents told me to always move forward, and never look back behind you, to see what’s left. At that moment the only thing I could do was search for what was left. It wasn’t my choice to have them leave, or the way they did.
Passing the signs, and with each turn off, I became further and further away from home. The distance we had to go was short, but with the silence that filled the car never made it any easier. It’s like we didn’t even know each other anymore. I wanted to say something but I just couldn’t force the words out of my mouth. While, I was thinking this I couldn’t help to think if her thoughts were the same.
Arriving at the new house, I was curious. For some reason it looked more run down than ever. Although my aunt Alice always looked beautiful, her home; not so much. She helped me grab all my bags and another flashback occurred. This time it was of my family, and all of us coming here for the summer, then it was like something didn’t want me to remember and it blew the thought out of my mind. This eerie thing or whatever it was gave me that feeling.
Nervously, I was on my way down to the basement. With each and every creak in the base boards, I thought I was going to fall through. I couldn’t believe aunt Alice let it go this far. Why, she was always so clean with her house. If, I could have a choice I would not be living in this particular part of the house. Revolting, as I glared at the furniture and dust, that was the feeling in my stomach. Dropping my luggage on the floor I rush up the rickety stairs. As if it wasn’t me running, something made my adrenaline rush, there was no other though than that this house was in a state of disclosure. Talking to my aunt was the only resolution I had. “Alice, do you mind if I ask you a question”? There was no reply. “Aunt Alice, hello”. Still nothing, where could she be? I heard heavy breathing then nothing. Frightened I slowly crept up to the edge of the wall, leading in to the kitchen. There she was, doing what she does best, baking pies. “Aunt Alice?”
“Yes, dear”, “are you okay?” I stuttered.
“Well of course, everything’s fine.” I knew nothing was.
“Can we go outside for a walk?” I asked, just to get the result of getting out from this house, it just wasn’t right.
“Sure, just as soon as I get this pie in the oven to bake, okay?” Her reply was a little shallow. This person who was talking, I don’t think it was Alice, but the alternative; I just couldn’t wrap my mind around it.
We followed the path, and just as we reached the end to turn around, I paused; the movements in my legs came to a halt. “You, have to tell me what’s wrong with the house.” I firmly stated.
“I kind of knew you’d find out, or sense”, when she said it, I could see a sudden look of relief in her eyes. “Yeah, I think so.” When all this came out into the open, I actually new why she couldn’t move into my house, I was ment to come here and stop this miserable world Alice was living in.
Reaching the house, I was anxious to get started, my aunt told me not to get involved with the antiques in the basements, that they held too many secrets that couldn’t be let out. I made slight movements down the stairs, asking the same question over and over again, and I did this cause I had nothing to lose being scared out of my wits. I never had anything anymore other than Alice who was in the same place I was. Nothing. “Who are you and what is your place here?” As the last words, a picture was thrown across the room, and shattered on the cement. It was a picture of my Mother, and Alice with each having a crack mark on their faces, so obviously this whole creepy ghost thing had to do with them. Asking one more time, “who are you?” Another object was flung across the ground and stopped at my feet, this time a book. On a certain page some letters from the rest of the book were ripped out. There on the page was a picture, but who was it. The letters below spelled out. YOU. The picture, it was ….me. The ghost was me.
Wednesday, April 21, 2010
When Will the Journey End?
No one. I had no one. Black, dark and loneliness surround my cold white ghastly body. Only the light of the candle flickers before my eyes. Feelings that the flames will devourer me at any moment. As tears filled my eyes, like a tidal wave coming to shore, I new I've finally hit rock bottom.
Ever since my mom died, it was like the floor kept falling from beneath me, and I have been running ever since. But now I just can't find my way back. Maybe its not about going back, maybe. The thought I had of every being happy dashed out of my mind. And without knowing if it will ever return.
Roughly, the car turned. It was if they couldn't wait to get rid of me. I though I had found home, but I was wrong. My life like a virtual game. You may do whatever you want with me and have no consequences. That was it, my life, me. Was like a cartoon, my feet are running but I'm just not moving. Raging with disappointment and aggression my bags hit the ground, not that I even had that many but they were mine and no women like her could ever take what my mother left for me away.
Opening the door, the smell of old wood bit my nose like a bee. Here I am once again. The door slamming shut behind me. Like it was possessed and wouldn't let me leave here for bigger and better things. Nervously moving further and further up the stairs, trying to not make any noise, I suddenly heard a floor board creak from the level of the building I was about to reach. Pounding. My heart was going to come out my mouth. So I began to whisper, " It wasn't my fault, I never hurt her or anything she loved, she hurt me." And at that moment the creaking stopped. Finally someone realized how I was feeling. Why I never trusted those who cant trust me. " Orphans are treated like this, we must except it."
Then I realized, then I knew. Miss. Goucher was once an orphan too. At first I didn't understand this thought. Unwillingly, I kept dragging myself up the staircase. Tired, I went to my old room. It was the cleanest and nicest, but nothing compared to my own house. With a Mom, or even a Dad. It never really occurred to me that one day I might have a Dad. I don't even think about them, after all mine walked out on me and my Mom when I was born. Pictures were the only sight of him I have left. Who, would want to remember such a hurtful man anyways.
Opening my eyes, that felt like led blankets, the sun shone. Brightening the walls and corners of my room. Which happened to always be pitch black. I didn't have any light in my room. Except for a small bed lamp just for reading books. With books, I could imagine myself somewhere else, somewhere beautiful. Away from here. Living in an orphanage for 6 years, doesn't help either. Whats that saying, "what ever doesn't brake us, makes us stronger", well then I better start lifting some hay bales cause this women, feels like dust. Dust that would disappear, and no one to notice. My mom always use to say, "I love you till the mountains tumble down". Now it feels that they cold blow away at any minuet.
Fairytaled, Miss.Goucher ran in. "Just tonight is all you'll be spending here ever again little lady.
A very kind and caring family offered to take you in".
Gasping, my eyes paused they're redundant blinking motion. Clock, unticked. She walked out in a model way. I started to rush, I must pack I thought I have a feeling, this could be the one. Now don't mess this one up Jordan. "I won't", I replied back to my conscious.
The day went by fast, and be for I knew it, there I was. Sobbing. Miss. Goucher and I saying our good byes. "Well child this is it, I voe to you, that you will never come back here, until I die".
Grabbing my bags, Mr. Sall asked if I was ready to go, checking if I had the only picture of me and my mom, I calmly said, "yes", and the adventure of a life time began.
Arriving at my new house, well it wasn't just a regular house it was a Rancher. Yes a farm, with white picket fences enclosing it in. I think I've found it. the one true place in the world where I belong. Maybe its not about about going back, maybe its about being right where you are. I realized it. That was the long lost part of my life.
Days went by, Mr. Sall, now went by Billy. Although, I became more familiar with him and the animals, I wasn't like that with school. Telling me that I was going to start, in approximately one week. Oh, no not school. New kids, new teachers. No friends.
Roughly, the car turned. It was if they couldn't wait to get rid of me. I though I had found home, but I was wrong. My life like a virtual game. You may do whatever you want with me and have no consequences. That was it, my life, me. Was like a cartoon, my feet are running but I'm just not moving. Raging with disappointment and aggression my bags hit the ground, not that I even had that many but they were mine and no women like her could ever take what my mother left for me away.
Opening the door, the smell of old wood bit my nose like a bee. Here I am once again. The door slamming shut behind me. Like it was possessed and wouldn't let me leave here for bigger and better things. Nervously moving further and further up the stairs, trying to not make any noise, I suddenly heard a floor board creak from the level of the building I was about to reach. Pounding. My heart was going to come out my mouth. So I began to whisper, " It wasn't my fault, I never hurt her or anything she loved, she hurt me." And at that moment the creaking stopped. Finally someone realized how I was feeling. Why I never trusted those who cant trust me. " Orphans are treated like this, we must except it."
Then I realized, then I knew. Miss. Goucher was once an orphan too. At first I didn't understand this thought. Unwillingly, I kept dragging myself up the staircase. Tired, I went to my old room. It was the cleanest and nicest, but nothing compared to my own house. With a Mom, or even a Dad. It never really occurred to me that one day I might have a Dad. I don't even think about them, after all mine walked out on me and my Mom when I was born. Pictures were the only sight of him I have left. Who, would want to remember such a hurtful man anyways.
Opening my eyes, that felt like led blankets, the sun shone. Brightening the walls and corners of my room. Which happened to always be pitch black. I didn't have any light in my room. Except for a small bed lamp just for reading books. With books, I could imagine myself somewhere else, somewhere beautiful. Away from here. Living in an orphanage for 6 years, doesn't help either. Whats that saying, "what ever doesn't brake us, makes us stronger", well then I better start lifting some hay bales cause this women, feels like dust. Dust that would disappear, and no one to notice. My mom always use to say, "I love you till the mountains tumble down". Now it feels that they cold blow away at any minuet.
Fairytaled, Miss.Goucher ran in. "Just tonight is all you'll be spending here ever again little lady.
A very kind and caring family offered to take you in".
Gasping, my eyes paused they're redundant blinking motion. Clock, unticked. She walked out in a model way. I started to rush, I must pack I thought I have a feeling, this could be the one. Now don't mess this one up Jordan. "I won't", I replied back to my conscious.
The day went by fast, and be for I knew it, there I was. Sobbing. Miss. Goucher and I saying our good byes. "Well child this is it, I voe to you, that you will never come back here, until I die".
Grabbing my bags, Mr. Sall asked if I was ready to go, checking if I had the only picture of me and my mom, I calmly said, "yes", and the adventure of a life time began.
Arriving at my new house, well it wasn't just a regular house it was a Rancher. Yes a farm, with white picket fences enclosing it in. I think I've found it. the one true place in the world where I belong. Maybe its not about about going back, maybe its about being right where you are. I realized it. That was the long lost part of my life.
Days went by, Mr. Sall, now went by Billy. Although, I became more familiar with him and the animals, I wasn't like that with school. Telling me that I was going to start, in approximately one week. Oh, no not school. New kids, new teachers. No friends.
Startled, we went shopping for new school outfits. Running into our neighbors, we said a quick hi, and bye. Billy introduced me to their daughter, she will be going to school with me. At least I kinda knew one person.
The day I was dreading came faster then I imagined. Arriving at the front Grace was there. "Hey Jordan",
"Hey", I replied studdering.
"You ready for fun, or what"?
"I hope so",
"No worries". She exclaimed with a joyful glare in her eyes.
As I walked in, the eyes layed on me.They were everywhere. " I think they like you",
" ha yeah, think again".
I knew they were probably think of what a freak I looked like. " You know you don't have to walk with me, and be like the outcast with the new girl".
" Hello, I'm the only one here, who actually knows, no one else does".
" Well if they do they're just going to have to deal with it",
" yes that's the spirit". Grace was always positive.
The day I was dreading came faster then I imagined. Arriving at the front Grace was there. "Hey Jordan",
"Hey", I replied studdering.
"You ready for fun, or what"?
"I hope so",
"No worries". She exclaimed with a joyful glare in her eyes.
As I walked in, the eyes layed on me.They were everywhere. " I think they like you",
" ha yeah, think again".
I knew they were probably think of what a freak I looked like. " You know you don't have to walk with me, and be like the outcast with the new girl".
" Hello, I'm the only one here, who actually knows, no one else does".
" Well if they do they're just going to have to deal with it",
" yes that's the spirit". Grace was always positive.
Introducing me to all of her close friends, and so many other people. I couldn't remember one name. It wen't by quikly, and I had more work to do then I knew what to do with.
The first day was a bler. And when I got home, at least I now had somewhere to call home, I was excausted. Some how I felt love surrounding me. "Love is in the air", but not that kind, it was different. The family type love. It felt good. I'm stuck in the moment. No place on earth I would rather be. Then here, right here.
I can now stop running, and live in the moment. My mom always use to say, " just be yourself, cause life's to short to be anyone else ", she was right, when I was little my mom got sick. Everything changed........ including the world.
I can now stop running, and live in the moment. My mom always use to say, " just be yourself, cause life's to short to be anyone else ", she was right, when I was little my mom got sick. Everything changed........ including the world.
Thursday, April 15, 2010
My Run on Sentences
The trees I saw in the forest were a dark green color with orange tips and many of them looked older, some were small and others big and the neatest thing about them was their bark, it looked like a puzzle put together by mother nature.
The blue river that runs by my house is like a chalk board with finger nails running along it and having it there gave us fresh water but I would do anything to get rid of the noise, how come it wasn't like any other old river that had a freshly flowing sound and movement to it, everything around here is abnormal.
Cars go by day in and day out but no one ever stops to look at me and how helpless I look and I wonder could there be anyone out there to care and when I say that I'm wondering I mean I'm really wondering, why are people so selfish to me and the earth, if they weren't here we would breath fresh and clean air for eternity.
"Oh Canada, we stand on guard for," and then it stops all the noise and silence takes over, the courageous voice is now nothing no more then a pin dropping onto the floor whats wrong with us and why cant we hold our promise, the question never came before but now it just slapped me across the face.
What was that scream and where did it come from, someone must of got hurt but why and who would do that to someone in our neighborhood could it be a bad place to live or was it worse than that maybe even terrible then why did we move our old house was better and my parents jobs were better then never really told us why we came here, on night they said we just had to leave and leave now I wonder why families always have deep dark secrets.
The blue river that runs by my house is like a chalk board with finger nails running along it and having it there gave us fresh water but I would do anything to get rid of the noise, how come it wasn't like any other old river that had a freshly flowing sound and movement to it, everything around here is abnormal.
Cars go by day in and day out but no one ever stops to look at me and how helpless I look and I wonder could there be anyone out there to care and when I say that I'm wondering I mean I'm really wondering, why are people so selfish to me and the earth, if they weren't here we would breath fresh and clean air for eternity.
"Oh Canada, we stand on guard for," and then it stops all the noise and silence takes over, the courageous voice is now nothing no more then a pin dropping onto the floor whats wrong with us and why cant we hold our promise, the question never came before but now it just slapped me across the face.
What was that scream and where did it come from, someone must of got hurt but why and who would do that to someone in our neighborhood could it be a bad place to live or was it worse than that maybe even terrible then why did we move our old house was better and my parents jobs were better then never really told us why we came here, on night they said we just had to leave and leave now I wonder why families always have deep dark secrets.
Tuesday, April 13, 2010
Editing run on scentences
Therre are lots of video games and they're all based on different things also they can come from sports and shooting everything they see aalso at the same time you could be playing at fuive int he morning and your parents are asleep and then you have to put the volume down low so you dont wake them up
Video games are quit common. Usually they all have a storyline to come with them. Becoming popular, they have excelled in stores around the world "Shoot 'em up games" are the most known, but there can be ones based on sports. People who are addicted, are so tangled in them sometimes stay up till 5:ooam, however to those I say, get a life!
Video games are quit common. Usually they all have a storyline to come with them. Becoming popular, they have excelled in stores around the world "Shoot 'em up games" are the most known, but there can be ones based on sports. People who are addicted, are so tangled in them sometimes stay up till 5:ooam, however to those I say, get a life!
Friday, April 9, 2010
Sentence Openers Paragraph
Emerging from the covers, that lay above my body, the sun crept through my window. As I yawned, my alarm went off and it was time to get ready for the day. Silently, I opened the front door and with that, much more then was expected came.The wind brought forth smells of honey and sweet nectar, from the alfalfa fields a few acres away. Unclouded, sky's were awaiting me as I fed the hens. Calmly, they pecked at the ground, fluffing their feathers, everyone including me was awaking from the perpetual winter. Above me Robbins flew, singing their admirable song as they passed. The grass luscious, flourishing color began to connect, once again to its some what spear like formation. Although, summer only comes once a year, I wish it could be apart of us all the time. The worlds, at rest. No such thing like shattered dreams of peace and prosperity waits here. Its true, there is no more desirable place on earth I'd rather be.
Sentence Starters
SUBJECT: The tree, was a home to many squirrel.
SUBJECT: The sun shone brightly, on the roof top.
PREPOSITIONAL: The leprechauns pot of gold lays over the rainbow.
PREPOSITIONAL: Rain fell from the clouds above.
LY-WORD: Softly, the birds chirped in the morning.
LY-WORD: Frantically, the wind blew through the field.
ING-WORD: Taking, his time the cat ate his food.
ING-WORD: Ticking, the clock reached twelve.
CLAUSAL: Since it was blue sky, the family went to the beach.
CLAUSAL: Although there was rain, the ducks played in the puddles.
VSS: Time stood still.
VSS: Her heart stopped.
ED-WORD: Frightened, the cat ran from the barking dog.
ED-WORD: Scared, the child hid under the covers.
SUBJECT: The sun shone brightly, on the roof top.
PREPOSITIONAL: The leprechauns pot of gold lays over the rainbow.
PREPOSITIONAL: Rain fell from the clouds above.
LY-WORD: Softly, the birds chirped in the morning.
LY-WORD: Frantically, the wind blew through the field.
ING-WORD: Taking, his time the cat ate his food.
ING-WORD: Ticking, the clock reached twelve.
CLAUSAL: Since it was blue sky, the family went to the beach.
CLAUSAL: Although there was rain, the ducks played in the puddles.
VSS: Time stood still.
VSS: Her heart stopped.
ED-WORD: Frightened, the cat ran from the barking dog.
ED-WORD: Scared, the child hid under the covers.
Thursday, April 1, 2010
To Feel The Feeling
"It seemed like yesterday", the typical lecture parents always gives their kids when they start in their teens. Well, its almost Easter, going for those Easter egg hunts when we were little, they were so much fun. Now that I'm older, I miss those good old times. Your parents are right time does fly, not in the present it doesn't feel that way but in the long run it does. I truly wish I could go back.
Go back to feel the feeling that you only get at a certain age and at a certain time of year. The warn sun, the excitement in your heart that Santa, the Tooth Fairy or the Easter Bunny is actually real. That they've been at your house and touched your things. To have the privilege to feel those feelings. They were more then that, they made your finger tips light up, and your heart glow, but that's all gone now. I know it wont be lost forever because, when you have kids you get to be the Santa, or Easter Bunny and hand over the feeling you felt and give then the opportunity to hold the magnificent wonder that anything is possible. That anything can be true and that the limits that block people, are only the limits they make for themselves.
Who is the Easter Bunny, so far its unproven who he is, but like Santa to fulfill the prophesy he might be real. A rabbit who hops around, at the earliest hours of Easter morning to every little girls and boys house to deliver the eggs. Yeah I understand what your thinking, how does he get the eggs, obviously its a boy but I didn't care as long as I get to feel the felling then anything is fine with me. I don't even care that the typical colors of Easter are baby colors light blue pinks, yellows and greens. But hey, just the thought of celebrating Easter brings joy. I'm not like an Easter 101 person, so like I'm going to say it the way I believe, that this is how it actually happened.
Well first of all the Easter bunny is actually a rabbit, and where do all living things begin, in their moms tummies. So the Easter bunny which name is actually Chester was the runt of the litter. His family loved and cared for him, but not everyone in the forest did. Birds would make fun of him and laugh at how he was always walking on his two hind legs, but if that's the way you are then that's how you live, you make do with what you got. He new he was special that for some reason it was all suppose to happen, if the world wants you that way it will make you that way. So on with the criticism, he just ignored it.
As he got older and became more noticeable, because of his dramatic change in physical appearance. He was born white but now a caramel brown. No one new what could have changed this. It was time for him to leave the borrow and find a family of his own. He knew he had to go somewhere but just didn't know why. So off he walked/ hopped down the white rock path on his way to the future.
Reaching a pond that had glowing light misty colors emerging from it he hopped from lily-pad to lily-pad to get to the other end. As he got through the water with every foot of lily-pad something different would happen: first a basket appeared in his arms, second it filled with beautiful colored eggs and last he was something more than just a rabbit. More of the same kind came from the foggy mist that surrounded Chester all white just like he once was. Explaining what he is, why he is and gave him instructions. I knew all along he thought. I was meant just for something, something adventurous. Chester was now officially the Easter Bunny and proud to be.
So there's my story, whats yours. To feel the feeling, to hear the sounds and to now it could be real you just have to believe.
PS. This is not true, I'm not too sure where the Easter Bunny came from but like I said, I believed.
Go back to feel the feeling that you only get at a certain age and at a certain time of year. The warn sun, the excitement in your heart that Santa, the Tooth Fairy or the Easter Bunny is actually real. That they've been at your house and touched your things. To have the privilege to feel those feelings. They were more then that, they made your finger tips light up, and your heart glow, but that's all gone now. I know it wont be lost forever because, when you have kids you get to be the Santa, or Easter Bunny and hand over the feeling you felt and give then the opportunity to hold the magnificent wonder that anything is possible. That anything can be true and that the limits that block people, are only the limits they make for themselves.
Who is the Easter Bunny, so far its unproven who he is, but like Santa to fulfill the prophesy he might be real. A rabbit who hops around, at the earliest hours of Easter morning to every little girls and boys house to deliver the eggs. Yeah I understand what your thinking, how does he get the eggs, obviously its a boy but I didn't care as long as I get to feel the felling then anything is fine with me. I don't even care that the typical colors of Easter are baby colors light blue pinks, yellows and greens. But hey, just the thought of celebrating Easter brings joy. I'm not like an Easter 101 person, so like I'm going to say it the way I believe, that this is how it actually happened.
Well first of all the Easter bunny is actually a rabbit, and where do all living things begin, in their moms tummies. So the Easter bunny which name is actually Chester was the runt of the litter. His family loved and cared for him, but not everyone in the forest did. Birds would make fun of him and laugh at how he was always walking on his two hind legs, but if that's the way you are then that's how you live, you make do with what you got. He new he was special that for some reason it was all suppose to happen, if the world wants you that way it will make you that way. So on with the criticism, he just ignored it.
As he got older and became more noticeable, because of his dramatic change in physical appearance. He was born white but now a caramel brown. No one new what could have changed this. It was time for him to leave the borrow and find a family of his own. He knew he had to go somewhere but just didn't know why. So off he walked/ hopped down the white rock path on his way to the future.
Reaching a pond that had glowing light misty colors emerging from it he hopped from lily-pad to lily-pad to get to the other end. As he got through the water with every foot of lily-pad something different would happen: first a basket appeared in his arms, second it filled with beautiful colored eggs and last he was something more than just a rabbit. More of the same kind came from the foggy mist that surrounded Chester all white just like he once was. Explaining what he is, why he is and gave him instructions. I knew all along he thought. I was meant just for something, something adventurous. Chester was now officially the Easter Bunny and proud to be.
So there's my story, whats yours. To feel the feeling, to hear the sounds and to now it could be real you just have to believe.
PS. This is not true, I'm not too sure where the Easter Bunny came from but like I said, I believed.
Friday, March 26, 2010
The Deastiny of a Miracle
Have you ever been in a situation that would change someone else and your life forever. The time you would always remember till you die; in this case the memory is dying too soon.
Rain was hitting the roof like rocks, thunder was in the distance. Counting how far away it was with the seconds between each struck. Trees creaked and I knew there would be lots of the yard lying around to clean up.
Emerging lights soon became clear and a moving truck was on the path leading to the house next door. No one has lived in that shack for so long. I really haven't had any true friends, the odd one at school but they always moved away from here. Tending to not like the cold winters and the ever so hot scorching summers. Yes, you guessed it. I live in the prairies. The flattest land you can find in Canada. Its the country, farms for miles and miles, the wide open sky and the sweet smell of wheat. It really doesn't get any better than this.
Riding in the car home from school always felt like it took years to get home, but now that June was here it didn't seem like two seconds. We had become more than just friends. We had allot of things in common, both of us were only child's, we both liked green, and the smell of wheat. Nothing would ever come between us. Her parents really fixed up the old house, it looked just like ours, but painted with a different color. Our parents were best friends too. All I ever wanted I now have grasped by my hand, and forever I will hold onto it.
School was boring as usual, Mr. Algade was the worst teacher, home work and no talking just made him even worse. Of course he was there for me to start out a perfectly good morning. If June wasn't in that class with me I would probably shoot myself. Like I really hate that class, well okay not shoot myself but skip. Then I would eventually be caught and get in trouble the usual. Right after Mr. Algae, nicknames gotta have them, he hates it though. I had Mrs. Nickerson. She was a little better than Algae but still pretty brutal. I mean what if we are thirsty if you gotta get a drink you gotta get a drink. Oh. yeah and the nick name for her, was no other than Nick-Tick because she was a tick. Burrowing into your brain and making it ache and such a nuisance.
The day was finally finished. June and I decided to hang after school and get some homework done. After all living so close to each other it was so simple to do everything together. Supper came just around the corner. It was the beginning of the weekend. Tomorrow June and I are going for a hike in our mountains we haven't been up there since last summer, time to discover some new wild friends.
As our hearts began to pop out of our chests we were out of breath finally when we reached the top. What a hull. The path we were going to walk on was in sight. Soon we got further into the forest. June wanted to go left but that's the way we always go. So we went right, we started laughing and in the distance you could hear, a slight noise. What was it, a dark cloud drifted over us it was bees. We must of startled the hive. They began to viciously swarm us and we were rolling on the forest floor trying to detach them from us. With rage they slowly torchured us, driving stingers into our skin. They soon left after they had claimed victory.
Laying there in silence was June, I tapped her arm but still no response. Could this be true, I have actually killed my best and only friend. Okay, stay calm I told myself, lets just call 911, I suddenly glance down at my phone. NO SERVICE. Are you kidding me. I could feel me about to have a heart attack, I had everything now it was gone. I let go of what I grasped.
Climbing a tree i get service, call 911 first then home. My dad and June's dad took the quads up to us, surprisingly they got here before the rescue crew. We put June on the back with her dad, raced her down the mountain into the truck and straight to the hospital. Why didn't i listen to you why.
Only family was allowed into the emergency room, but I am family I yelled. They soon told me to shut it. I could feel my face getting hot, were the tears coming to get me. Drag me down to depression. I wont let them I told myself.
A few hours went by, what is going on, is she alive or dead. That's all I want to know. The Doctor and Junes dad came out. As they slowly walked up to me. The lowed sound of their unforgiving foot steps echoed through the dead silent hallways of the suppose "Life Saving House". "Miley, Junes in a coma, shes not going to make it". I didn't say anything. Looking at the ground my tears began to build in my eyes. Dripping from my face I stated my opinion. "No shes not", yelling at the top of my lungs, I ran into the room where she was contained. "I'm so sorry June I should of listened to you, I'm sorry". The doctors tried to make me leave, I was never going to leave her side, I've got your six, just like you've always had mine.
I fell asleep at her side, and the next morning I woke there. Coming to the idea that shes gone I got up and turned to walk away in tears, but I still had that feeling that she will wake and when she does I would be there. The Doctor came in and explained the situation quite harshly to me by saying, "There's no hope shes not making any progress, not taking to the medicine". Please keep going please, that's all I wanted to say but the words just didn't emerge.
Days went by, no sound no sign of movement. She was drifting away from me. Her mom and dad stayed with her for an hour, so I was able to get a shower in but right after I came back to her side. They left crying at like ten but I forced myself to stay awake cause I know she would do the same for me. I cried at her side and asked the world why her, and not me. I got up so my faced wasn't so burrowed into the covers she had laying on her. I saw a tear fall from her white face, could it be true, miracles are not a fake. her hand moved to mine, "because it was destiny". I buzzed for the nurse, she ran in. "Alive, and awake", well your one lucky gal. We gave each other a hug, and said at the same time, "I've got your six".
Rain was hitting the roof like rocks, thunder was in the distance. Counting how far away it was with the seconds between each struck. Trees creaked and I knew there would be lots of the yard lying around to clean up.
Emerging lights soon became clear and a moving truck was on the path leading to the house next door. No one has lived in that shack for so long. I really haven't had any true friends, the odd one at school but they always moved away from here. Tending to not like the cold winters and the ever so hot scorching summers. Yes, you guessed it. I live in the prairies. The flattest land you can find in Canada. Its the country, farms for miles and miles, the wide open sky and the sweet smell of wheat. It really doesn't get any better than this.
Riding in the car home from school always felt like it took years to get home, but now that June was here it didn't seem like two seconds. We had become more than just friends. We had allot of things in common, both of us were only child's, we both liked green, and the smell of wheat. Nothing would ever come between us. Her parents really fixed up the old house, it looked just like ours, but painted with a different color. Our parents were best friends too. All I ever wanted I now have grasped by my hand, and forever I will hold onto it.
School was boring as usual, Mr. Algade was the worst teacher, home work and no talking just made him even worse. Of course he was there for me to start out a perfectly good morning. If June wasn't in that class with me I would probably shoot myself. Like I really hate that class, well okay not shoot myself but skip. Then I would eventually be caught and get in trouble the usual. Right after Mr. Algae, nicknames gotta have them, he hates it though. I had Mrs. Nickerson. She was a little better than Algae but still pretty brutal. I mean what if we are thirsty if you gotta get a drink you gotta get a drink. Oh. yeah and the nick name for her, was no other than Nick-Tick because she was a tick. Burrowing into your brain and making it ache and such a nuisance.
The day was finally finished. June and I decided to hang after school and get some homework done. After all living so close to each other it was so simple to do everything together. Supper came just around the corner. It was the beginning of the weekend. Tomorrow June and I are going for a hike in our mountains we haven't been up there since last summer, time to discover some new wild friends.
As our hearts began to pop out of our chests we were out of breath finally when we reached the top. What a hull. The path we were going to walk on was in sight. Soon we got further into the forest. June wanted to go left but that's the way we always go. So we went right, we started laughing and in the distance you could hear, a slight noise. What was it, a dark cloud drifted over us it was bees. We must of startled the hive. They began to viciously swarm us and we were rolling on the forest floor trying to detach them from us. With rage they slowly torchured us, driving stingers into our skin. They soon left after they had claimed victory.
Laying there in silence was June, I tapped her arm but still no response. Could this be true, I have actually killed my best and only friend. Okay, stay calm I told myself, lets just call 911, I suddenly glance down at my phone. NO SERVICE. Are you kidding me. I could feel me about to have a heart attack, I had everything now it was gone. I let go of what I grasped.
Climbing a tree i get service, call 911 first then home. My dad and June's dad took the quads up to us, surprisingly they got here before the rescue crew. We put June on the back with her dad, raced her down the mountain into the truck and straight to the hospital. Why didn't i listen to you why.
Only family was allowed into the emergency room, but I am family I yelled. They soon told me to shut it. I could feel my face getting hot, were the tears coming to get me. Drag me down to depression. I wont let them I told myself.
A few hours went by, what is going on, is she alive or dead. That's all I want to know. The Doctor and Junes dad came out. As they slowly walked up to me. The lowed sound of their unforgiving foot steps echoed through the dead silent hallways of the suppose "Life Saving House". "Miley, Junes in a coma, shes not going to make it". I didn't say anything. Looking at the ground my tears began to build in my eyes. Dripping from my face I stated my opinion. "No shes not", yelling at the top of my lungs, I ran into the room where she was contained. "I'm so sorry June I should of listened to you, I'm sorry". The doctors tried to make me leave, I was never going to leave her side, I've got your six, just like you've always had mine.
I fell asleep at her side, and the next morning I woke there. Coming to the idea that shes gone I got up and turned to walk away in tears, but I still had that feeling that she will wake and when she does I would be there. The Doctor came in and explained the situation quite harshly to me by saying, "There's no hope shes not making any progress, not taking to the medicine". Please keep going please, that's all I wanted to say but the words just didn't emerge.
Days went by, no sound no sign of movement. She was drifting away from me. Her mom and dad stayed with her for an hour, so I was able to get a shower in but right after I came back to her side. They left crying at like ten but I forced myself to stay awake cause I know she would do the same for me. I cried at her side and asked the world why her, and not me. I got up so my faced wasn't so burrowed into the covers she had laying on her. I saw a tear fall from her white face, could it be true, miracles are not a fake. her hand moved to mine, "because it was destiny". I buzzed for the nurse, she ran in. "Alive, and awake", well your one lucky gal. We gave each other a hug, and said at the same time, "I've got your six".
Sunday, March 7, 2010
Diary of the Dark
Trees creaked in the strong and overwhelming wind of the night. I really wish I could go out there for a walk. Things sneaking up on you. Not being able to see them in the unforgiving darkness that surrounds you, just doesn't sit right with me. I truly did love the night and the silence of it, but know all I hear when I open the patio doors are the shrieking chuckles of witches that live in the forest behind me. Not exactly what you would expect from a history of peace in this neighborhood.
On a hot, but soothing summer evening, when it was just a shadow of the day left behind. Going for a casual walk, would relieve some of the stress I had been given and then accepted from school, this particular walk would forever and always interrupt my life. For me that night transformed the peaceful darkness into a lonely scary underworld that always seem to stalk you. Though it may seem this is plain stupid and dumb, run. While you still can, the saying "never leave a man/woman behind" wont occur in this act. I hide when the sun begins to go down, the only time I'm ever out and the time my life long dreams orbits around is 12:00 pm, noon. When the sun has reached its highest point in the sky. The thought of going out at dusk never reached my mind again.
As a year suddenly passed me by, it was becoming more noticeable that I a 14 year old was unable to visit nature when it reached it's point of fullness. I had to someway come up with a solution to overcome this dreading fear. There probably was never going to be any hope for me but I soon came to the conclusion of telling my best friends. We decided to go out on Halloween. Yes, the most scariest time for the dead to rise, and the witches to awaken. This drastic measure had to be withdrawn. There was no way I could live my life at its fullest dragging this awful nightmare at my back. For that memory would always be there interrupting my dream, and life of becoming reality.
Tuesday, March 2, 2010
Diary of the Dark (PLANNING)
1.
- (Starting Info)
- deathly afraid of Witches
- (Conclusion)Achieving this fear by meeting one
- (Affecting) The night is so beautiful, and I never go out do to this super sacry topic
2.
- List whats possible to be out there
- Why I would be afraid of those things
- Give a few reasons from experience why I do feel this way about it.
- Title: Diary of the Dark
Monday, February 22, 2010
Silver Is His Name
With every hole in the old pavement we ran over, the trailer behind us rose up and down. The crisp shriek of the metal made the ear drums curl. We were on our way, just where I wanted to go. The horse I wanted was becoming more near with every turn we made. Only 250km still to drive.
As a dust trail began to form behind our vehicle, we drove up the dirt driveway with excitement. I was finally here. I actually made it. Wanting that horse more than anything I've ever visioned. It was now just a matter of seconds before I get to meet him. Gelding and high spirited the nicest personality you can find. Young too, only 3 years of age, 3 years of training and 3 years of riding. That would all change when I mount him. Tall and slick, bay. He wouldn't be a cheap horse but I don't care, I want him and I already love him.
Right when I saw him I came up for a name, he now goes by Silver. Silver like the reflection of sun on water. Silver like the bridal and silver like the star on his face. It truly represented him in more ways than just words.
He was meant to be mine because the owner, well previouse owner said, "get him out of here. You people drove all the way up here just take him and forget the money". I would of gladly paid for him. Of course I had all the money ready to go. Babysitting really started to pay off. But now I have all that money to buy Silver new tack. Saddle blanket fly and face sheet. All that jazz and because this horse cost $2300.00 cash i still after all that had money left over for me. It took three years of babysitting, birthday and Christmas money to get this far. When I started saving Silver was just an infant, a colt with his own opinion on life.
"Welcome home, Silver". I whispered as I slowly and steadily brought him out or the trailer. "Have a look around boy." I let him off the halter so he could find some new friends and just become familiar with his new home. Of course our whole yard was fenced and at the top there was electric, nobody would get out then. I always think its cruel but, if you cant beat your parents join them. Well I do have to say, I agree with them. It did keep all our animals safe inside our property.
Watching him outside adapting to the new smells was a joy to experience. He was so strongly stanced all the time. Hardly trained, but that never showed. He is the the friend I never had.
Feeling the hot soapy water on my hands made me fatigue, the soothing smell of fresh cut grass outside was quite rejuvenating. The pleasant breeze that scurried down our pasture was a great chance for the horses to reawaken after being in the scorching sun all day. I decided it was the perfect time to go for a ride.
Saddling up silver brought us closer together. When I was on him, it was like we were one. When I ride Silver the only thing I feel is.... free.
Silence surrounds us and only the light of the sunset gleams on my shoulders. The calming slurps of Silvers mouth was like music to my ears. "I never want to be without you" I whispered one more time. "I'm glad I found you, I'm gald your mine".
As a dust trail began to form behind our vehicle, we drove up the dirt driveway with excitement. I was finally here. I actually made it. Wanting that horse more than anything I've ever visioned. It was now just a matter of seconds before I get to meet him. Gelding and high spirited the nicest personality you can find. Young too, only 3 years of age, 3 years of training and 3 years of riding. That would all change when I mount him. Tall and slick, bay. He wouldn't be a cheap horse but I don't care, I want him and I already love him.
Right when I saw him I came up for a name, he now goes by Silver. Silver like the reflection of sun on water. Silver like the bridal and silver like the star on his face. It truly represented him in more ways than just words.
He was meant to be mine because the owner, well previouse owner said, "get him out of here. You people drove all the way up here just take him and forget the money". I would of gladly paid for him. Of course I had all the money ready to go. Babysitting really started to pay off. But now I have all that money to buy Silver new tack. Saddle blanket fly and face sheet. All that jazz and because this horse cost $2300.00 cash i still after all that had money left over for me. It took three years of babysitting, birthday and Christmas money to get this far. When I started saving Silver was just an infant, a colt with his own opinion on life.
"Welcome home, Silver". I whispered as I slowly and steadily brought him out or the trailer. "Have a look around boy." I let him off the halter so he could find some new friends and just become familiar with his new home. Of course our whole yard was fenced and at the top there was electric, nobody would get out then. I always think its cruel but, if you cant beat your parents join them. Well I do have to say, I agree with them. It did keep all our animals safe inside our property.
Watching him outside adapting to the new smells was a joy to experience. He was so strongly stanced all the time. Hardly trained, but that never showed. He is the the friend I never had.
Feeling the hot soapy water on my hands made me fatigue, the soothing smell of fresh cut grass outside was quite rejuvenating. The pleasant breeze that scurried down our pasture was a great chance for the horses to reawaken after being in the scorching sun all day. I decided it was the perfect time to go for a ride.
Saddling up silver brought us closer together. When I was on him, it was like we were one. When I ride Silver the only thing I feel is.... free.
Silence surrounds us and only the light of the sunset gleams on my shoulders. The calming slurps of Silvers mouth was like music to my ears. "I never want to be without you" I whispered one more time. "I'm glad I found you, I'm gald your mine".
Monday, February 15, 2010
A Life to Remember
Slight movements, and noises float in the air surrounding my body. I lay there, silently on the grass under the oak tree in my back yard, watching the clouds change form as the wind begins to pick up speed. This is my life, my world. All captured in the leaves of this tree that droops over me above. Distant noises become more clear and I soon realize whats heading my way. The smell of mothers freshly cooked pie by the window has been carried down to my area in a short amount of time. Its like a sanctuary out here. Peaceful as it gets. No arguments or fighting. Only the sound of newborns coming out from their hidden homes in the forest to discover the world. Other animals beginning to re-adapt to this world after a perpetual winter has finally ended. This is the farm of the Fredricksons. Me, I'm Coraline Fredrickson. I live with my mother and father in a old farm house. I love this home, its the best you could ever spot. No other homes around for miles, except of course for my friend Macy Jones who lives about half a kilometer away, a ten minute walk and wham another home. Its really just her house and mine. Have good luck finding a different one. Unless you feel like driving four miles west. We've known each other technically forever, She loves to paint and I love to collect rocks. Those would probably be our only differences. One thing for sure, is that were connected in the sense that we both like horses. Riding, swimming with them all that you can imaging we do it with our horses and we do it together.
It was beginning to get dark. I decided to walk home from Macy's that night, even though her parents offered to give me a ride I declined it. I was determined to walk home after all what could possibly go wrong?
As I began to see the sudden twinkle of a light in the distance, I start to run thinking that its the porch lights of my home. But this time the walk only took me five minuets instead of ten. Slowing down, I see a shape standing behind the light. I quickly get off the path that I had created always going back and fourth from my house to Macy's. Hiding behind a tree, I slowly calm my nerves. Taking silent breathes waiting for the unknown to pass and move on. but what if It is heading to Macy's. I have to warn them I thought to my self. My mind was at a blurb. What should I do, go home and call her or run back. I know a short cut it will only take me three minutes but it will be all off road, or should I go home and call. That will take me five minutes. Choosing to run back to Macy's could of been the last decision I ever got to make.....
Reaching the house, the shape with the light was hot on my tail. Quickly and trying to be quite I ran into the back door. Macy's father gave e a weird expression, and asked me the same question as he always done, but this time he noticed the fright in my eyes, "Coraline, whats wrong you look like you've seen a ghost." I quickly replied back to him in a terrified voice, "I was walking in the forest on my way home, some weired thing passed me. It must of been a man cause it walked on two legs and it was holding a flashlight. Hes coming this way I had to warn you guys." He raged up the stairs to see if Macy and her mom were still in her room from the time that I left. He told them to turn off the lights up there and be very quite then, Mr. Jones ran down stairs to grab his 22 rifle to make sure we were safe.
It was scilent, but not peaceful. We were all scared, Macy and me were petrified. Why would somebody come all the way out here, what would they be looking for or want. Those thoughts made us both freeze, as though we were petrified. Mr. Jones gave the last commands, "everyone stay on the ground lay down, don't make any noise he's passing." My breath stopped, I couldn't take in oxygen. We saw the shadow pass in the gleaming moonlight. It soon left but why, why out here. "He had a gun, I don't know what he wanted to use it on, but one thing for sure is, both of you have lost the privilege to walk through the forest until we find who that was." I called my mom asking her to pick me up. She sounded, upset what could of gone wrong, she asked if Mike, Mr. Jones would drive me home. For some odd reason she wasn't going anywhere.
As I arrived at the end of my driveway I saw blood. Maybe father ran over a chicken by accident. Mike, Macy and I ran to the door. Our hearts pounding in fear with the question, whats going on? What has happened?
The tears were draining, the man who I walked pass, was in fact a killer. My worst fear. He had walked passed here and shot our new born horse. Clover was her name. Why would anyone want to do something so cruel. to the mare and to her filly. I had to get revenge. It was the only thing I could think of at this point. I was going to find him and i was going to hurt him. Put him in jail for truss passing, slaughter, and animal rights. He was going down and he was going down hard.
The next morning Macy's family and mine, got an early start to get to the police office right when it opened. Telll them the new so we together could catch this potcher. He said I will se what I can do. We headed into town. We were out of groceries and it was time to get a treat. Dads cell phone began to ring. The sherrif at the police office found the mans profile. His name was Drew Lenning. He has no recored of doing anything against the law. So why now we had to ask our selves why us? Some answeres are never found.
5 months later:
Never again was there a sighting of Drew Lenning. He had come and pasted the radio just stated that another animal slaughter occured 26 miles from here. Repeating those words, felt like nail at my back. Hes still out there and hes still active. I will never forget what happened that night when everything was normal and the daytime when the light came out. untill hes caught forever will i saty in the dark.
Drew Lenning was never found, they say that he will strike again. But maybe this time somewhere near you.
It was beginning to get dark. I decided to walk home from Macy's that night, even though her parents offered to give me a ride I declined it. I was determined to walk home after all what could possibly go wrong?
As I began to see the sudden twinkle of a light in the distance, I start to run thinking that its the porch lights of my home. But this time the walk only took me five minuets instead of ten. Slowing down, I see a shape standing behind the light. I quickly get off the path that I had created always going back and fourth from my house to Macy's. Hiding behind a tree, I slowly calm my nerves. Taking silent breathes waiting for the unknown to pass and move on. but what if It is heading to Macy's. I have to warn them I thought to my self. My mind was at a blurb. What should I do, go home and call her or run back. I know a short cut it will only take me three minutes but it will be all off road, or should I go home and call. That will take me five minutes. Choosing to run back to Macy's could of been the last decision I ever got to make.....
Reaching the house, the shape with the light was hot on my tail. Quickly and trying to be quite I ran into the back door. Macy's father gave e a weird expression, and asked me the same question as he always done, but this time he noticed the fright in my eyes, "Coraline, whats wrong you look like you've seen a ghost." I quickly replied back to him in a terrified voice, "I was walking in the forest on my way home, some weired thing passed me. It must of been a man cause it walked on two legs and it was holding a flashlight. Hes coming this way I had to warn you guys." He raged up the stairs to see if Macy and her mom were still in her room from the time that I left. He told them to turn off the lights up there and be very quite then, Mr. Jones ran down stairs to grab his 22 rifle to make sure we were safe.
It was scilent, but not peaceful. We were all scared, Macy and me were petrified. Why would somebody come all the way out here, what would they be looking for or want. Those thoughts made us both freeze, as though we were petrified. Mr. Jones gave the last commands, "everyone stay on the ground lay down, don't make any noise he's passing." My breath stopped, I couldn't take in oxygen. We saw the shadow pass in the gleaming moonlight. It soon left but why, why out here. "He had a gun, I don't know what he wanted to use it on, but one thing for sure is, both of you have lost the privilege to walk through the forest until we find who that was." I called my mom asking her to pick me up. She sounded, upset what could of gone wrong, she asked if Mike, Mr. Jones would drive me home. For some odd reason she wasn't going anywhere.
As I arrived at the end of my driveway I saw blood. Maybe father ran over a chicken by accident. Mike, Macy and I ran to the door. Our hearts pounding in fear with the question, whats going on? What has happened?
The tears were draining, the man who I walked pass, was in fact a killer. My worst fear. He had walked passed here and shot our new born horse. Clover was her name. Why would anyone want to do something so cruel. to the mare and to her filly. I had to get revenge. It was the only thing I could think of at this point. I was going to find him and i was going to hurt him. Put him in jail for truss passing, slaughter, and animal rights. He was going down and he was going down hard.
The next morning Macy's family and mine, got an early start to get to the police office right when it opened. Telll them the new so we together could catch this potcher. He said I will se what I can do. We headed into town. We were out of groceries and it was time to get a treat. Dads cell phone began to ring. The sherrif at the police office found the mans profile. His name was Drew Lenning. He has no recored of doing anything against the law. So why now we had to ask our selves why us? Some answeres are never found.
5 months later:
Never again was there a sighting of Drew Lenning. He had come and pasted the radio just stated that another animal slaughter occured 26 miles from here. Repeating those words, felt like nail at my back. Hes still out there and hes still active. I will never forget what happened that night when everything was normal and the daytime when the light came out. untill hes caught forever will i saty in the dark.
Drew Lenning was never found, they say that he will strike again. But maybe this time somewhere near you.
Wednesday, February 3, 2010
The Journey: What do I Want To Do Before I Die
What do you want to do before you die. Could it possibly be travel the world this is what I want to do, this is where my journey begins. Read my list......
The car is swerving, back and fourth across the yellow line that breaks up left from right traffic. I start to think, and asking questions to myself that have no answer. I wanted to travel the world, go to university. Make a difference in the life of others. In my case, I've never gotten to grow up. When your young, everybody who you know, asks you the same question. "What do you want to be when you grow up". My answer was always the same, " I want to be a veterinarian". That hope, that dream will now never come true. As the high beams of a vehicle become more clear I knew right then and there I was done for it. We swerved into the opposite lane, the on coming traffic was a death trap for me and my family. It was just too soon. Then it hit all was lost.
I have no idea where I am, could I be lost. Paramedics rush to my body but soon look up giving the CPR procedure and shake there head. Suddenly I realized that in that very moment the life had been shaken out of me. I was dead. But how, why. I had so much to live for. My pets at home my mom and dad. This cant be happening wake up I told myself, wake up. I screamed at the top of my lungs, "somebody, anybody can you hear me !". The paramedics soon after me, had rushed over to my family. The heart meter was a negative, but after a few hits to the chest it was positive and soon the life was brought back again. One of the police cars was off to the side with an RCMP leaning against the hood. Shaking his head at the look of my helpless body that was once me. Awake, feeling and alive. I knew he thought there could still be a miracle just waiting to be taken up with. He ran over to me, the sound of his footsteps was like the quite whisper of the wind. He once again began the CPR procedure, as I coughed a breath was released. I was so excited and, but at the same moment my heart began to fall. never would it stop, I was in a comma. I was so fortunate for that man to have hope. When I wake up I will give him many thanks for believing that miracles do come true. I wonder why I'm still invisible, but now that I know I'm in good hands and alive I will be able to do what I want before I die. I most definitely wont go to university because that is strictly something I just rather do alive in my real body. I will travel the world go places I've always wanted, and better yet it will all be at no cost.
Travel to Paris for a week, see the sunset over the ocean. My dreams and journeys will never end even when I awake from this deep sleep. I will watch over my family as they heal at a faster pace than me. Just before I see my eyes start to open. Suddenly closing as the light above is much too bright. For the last few seconds that seem like days watching over my adrenaline raging body I say one last sentence, for I am still invisible. When I awake I will remember this tragedy. I will forgive that night but never will I forget.
The car is swerving, back and fourth across the yellow line that breaks up left from right traffic. I start to think, and asking questions to myself that have no answer. I wanted to travel the world, go to university. Make a difference in the life of others. In my case, I've never gotten to grow up. When your young, everybody who you know, asks you the same question. "What do you want to be when you grow up". My answer was always the same, " I want to be a veterinarian". That hope, that dream will now never come true. As the high beams of a vehicle become more clear I knew right then and there I was done for it. We swerved into the opposite lane, the on coming traffic was a death trap for me and my family. It was just too soon. Then it hit all was lost.
I have no idea where I am, could I be lost. Paramedics rush to my body but soon look up giving the CPR procedure and shake there head. Suddenly I realized that in that very moment the life had been shaken out of me. I was dead. But how, why. I had so much to live for. My pets at home my mom and dad. This cant be happening wake up I told myself, wake up. I screamed at the top of my lungs, "somebody, anybody can you hear me !". The paramedics soon after me, had rushed over to my family. The heart meter was a negative, but after a few hits to the chest it was positive and soon the life was brought back again. One of the police cars was off to the side with an RCMP leaning against the hood. Shaking his head at the look of my helpless body that was once me. Awake, feeling and alive. I knew he thought there could still be a miracle just waiting to be taken up with. He ran over to me, the sound of his footsteps was like the quite whisper of the wind. He once again began the CPR procedure, as I coughed a breath was released. I was so excited and, but at the same moment my heart began to fall. never would it stop, I was in a comma. I was so fortunate for that man to have hope. When I wake up I will give him many thanks for believing that miracles do come true. I wonder why I'm still invisible, but now that I know I'm in good hands and alive I will be able to do what I want before I die. I most definitely wont go to university because that is strictly something I just rather do alive in my real body. I will travel the world go places I've always wanted, and better yet it will all be at no cost.
Travel to Paris for a week, see the sunset over the ocean. My dreams and journeys will never end even when I awake from this deep sleep. I will watch over my family as they heal at a faster pace than me. Just before I see my eyes start to open. Suddenly closing as the light above is much too bright. For the last few seconds that seem like days watching over my adrenaline raging body I say one last sentence, for I am still invisible. When I awake I will remember this tragedy. I will forgive that night but never will I forget.
Monday, February 1, 2010
What Makes Me Feel Powerful And Also the Powerless
The Powerful:
Is it the understanding of all things around you, or being able to figure out a problem fast? Well for me it's both. You feel powerful and positive inside, when you know something without struggling with it. I think that this is something we should all feel powerful with. That your not just sitting there wondering what if, when you can know what. If you were to ace a test you would feel happy but at the same time I think most of us would surely feel powerful. Power comes from within, first you have to want to be powerful. If you don't believe or want, you simply wont achieve.
The Powerless:
Maybe it's not knowing, and never being able to know. Having a negative output and keeping it. The basics are not understanding. Being frustrated is the most hard thing to overcome. If you do not understand and don't care that word "powerless" will never leave the human mind. If I don't understand and keep trying and still its a little bit cloudy I feel powerless. Or if a member in your family, a love one has past away and there was nothing you personally could do to change it, then i would feel the most powerless of all. I think this is a situation many of teens have had to live through.
Is it the understanding of all things around you, or being able to figure out a problem fast? Well for me it's both. You feel powerful and positive inside, when you know something without struggling with it. I think that this is something we should all feel powerful with. That your not just sitting there wondering what if, when you can know what. If you were to ace a test you would feel happy but at the same time I think most of us would surely feel powerful. Power comes from within, first you have to want to be powerful. If you don't believe or want, you simply wont achieve.
The Powerless:
Maybe it's not knowing, and never being able to know. Having a negative output and keeping it. The basics are not understanding. Being frustrated is the most hard thing to overcome. If you do not understand and don't care that word "powerless" will never leave the human mind. If I don't understand and keep trying and still its a little bit cloudy I feel powerless. Or if a member in your family, a love one has past away and there was nothing you personally could do to change it, then i would feel the most powerless of all. I think this is a situation many of teens have had to live through.
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