Everything Comes To An End

The birds chirp, the leaf blowers blow relief mixed with the leaves, the driveway stand empty with sorrow. Everything must come to an end, one day, the birds will stop chirping, the leaf blowers will leave, the driveway will disappear, and the Slice of Life contest will end. It just won't be the same, no more logging on every single day, the days will pass filled with emptiness, and the blogs will wither without something to share. One day this will all happen, but the days vary, like picking an apple from a tub of water. Though students will still post, it won't be the same, until someone revives the contest, to fill it and make it lush once again.

Finally the day

Everything has stopped today

The blogs will wither

Though it won't forever be

It will be lush once again

Something I Just Can't Do

Today, my mom was annoying my brother and I with her non-stop blabbering. She just went on and on about things she sees around the compound, also problems in the house.

"Hey, those people from across the street just came home, there are lots of children playing on the streets. My phone isn't charging like yours, make it charge. There's something wrong with the sink, I can't turn on the television...." Just a few of the things she says, and she usually complains or tells my brother and I. While my mom annoys us, my brother tells me to make her leave, but whenever I ask her to leave she just doesn't.

So I tell my brother, and he tells me to make her leave again. Then usually I just tell him I can't do that, and that she doesn't listen to me. She doesn't really have a good mood for starters, she doesn't listen to what we have to say, so I just can't do it, but my brother doesn't get that. Even if he doesn't get it, I do.

Prank Calls

I understand that making prank calls is fun, but is troubling for the person who receives it. For a couple days (today and yesterday) my family has been getting them, maybe like twice a day, or three times a day. Sometimes my dad picks up, and sometimes I do. Like yesterday, some girls called, and said they were from "Panamanian idol" (yeah right) but when my dad called they said they were from the bank. Whenever I get these, I just hang up when they're speaking, but my dad didn't really know about prank calls and such.

So yesterday when they told him they were from the bank, he said he didn't get it. They kept going on until my dad hanged up. So today when someone called, he didn't pick up, fearing it was another prank call, and went to the answering machine. Though the person didn't leave a message, we still didn't pick up the next call that followed. Now at night I think about the prank calls, and I just get a bad feeling. But it doesn't mean I have to stop enjoying break right? I hope everyone, has a great break!

A Problem

A squeaky button

On my Blackberry today

A headache-what next?

A New Phone?

My brother and I fight with my dad, my dad always says that we'll get our new blackberries during the week. However, he has been saying that every week, for the past months. Today, I doubted that I would ever get my phone, I pondered about, wondering if I would get my new phone today. My brother, still had hope, while I had given up. The whole family got in the car, leaving the medium sized compound of tanned, orange houses. Soon, my father had smacked his head, remembering that he had left the G.P.S. (Global Positioning System) in the house, along with the dark blue folder, with all the cell phone information.

We U-turned to go back home, when dad had left important items. Shortly after we arrived, before I knew it we had left the compound, for the second time. First we ate lunch, and went to "Cable & Wireless" (the main office) to check if they had it, the Blackberry Bold 9700. Unfortunately, guess what, they were closed. Reading the sign, who do I hope to fool, it was a piece of paper attached to the door. They had closed at 12 o'clock, today, great, great. My brother, with his grumpy attitude towards my family members, complained about how much time he had wasted. He wasn't the only one to waste his time, we did as well. Then we went to another "Cable & Wireless" that was near the main office, my mother stayed in the car while the rest of us went in. Finding out they didn't have it, another waste of time.

Lastly we went to Multi Plaza, going to the "Cable & Wireless" there, and what do you know! They had it in stock! I've been searching for this particular phone for months, my brother was waiting for another phone for a while, but soon changed to the one I wanted. We were there for about 30 minutes, and the man was activating it, taking it out of the room. Soon two boys, that I recognized were from school.

"Oh no." I pleaded in my head, trying to cover my face with my hand so they wouldn't see me. It was Alejandro and Brian, looking at the phones in stock. Soon they left, and I sighed in relief, the man came, finished up with my dad signing the contract, and we left to go home. Now I'm happy, I'm content with my new phone, and when school comes around, I'm going to get my friends as contacts for B.B.M. (Blackberry Messenger)

Shopping

Simon, the refrigerator is empty, the freezer only has fish and mozzarella sticks.

The cabinet are full of ancient snacks, my lunch box is dying.

We need to go shopping, but where are you?

Are you at school? Are you at home? Are you at your friend's house?

No choice now but to go without you, the boy whose always saying we have nothing to eat.

Father and I had gone to "Riba Smith" to go shopping--grocery shopping.

In goes the food, into the big, fat cart--wafers, spaghetti, chips, cookies, cereal, vegetables, meat, Popsicles--to make it hold so much, until it can't withstand the weight and size.

Arguing with father sure drains your energy, luckily all has passed.

We're safe home, waiting for father to come pick you up?

Waiting here is what I'm doing, while you're over there, in a totally different world.

Then Stop Doing It

I arrived at home with my iPod and bags in hand. I walked inside, took off my shoes, and changed my clothes. I started to watch a few videos online, while my brother was playing on his PS3(Final Fantasy XIII. I finished watching a few videos and got bored, so I decided to write my blog entry. I asked my brother if he had any ideas that I should write about. The other day I had told him that one of my friends had won a prize this week, but I wasn't jealous. He just kept nagging me to quit, because I didn't win anything, and I didn't really care.

I know this seems really pointless, but he just said the same thing every time I asked him today, it really irritates me. So for today, or maybe even the whole week, I'm not going to ask him for any ideas. I'm just going to think myself, and do my post at night. (That's when I can like reflect on things that happened the day, and maybe get more topics.) I'm just going to ask myself, and not him.

Running In A Black Box

I had almost finished homework, when my brother had told me that we were going to run. He told me to get ready (since I can't go running alone my brother comes) and walked up the tan tiled stairs. He changed into his "running outfit" and I changed into mine. His favorite color is black, so he dressed up in a sleeveless black shirt, and black with grey strips shorts. I dressed as normal, I mean its not like I was going to a ball.

My brother and I stepped outside, calling to my parents to lock the door. The sky was dark, the sun had already set, I was in a black box. The sky swirled blackness, showing the compound no sign of the sun, as if it had vanished. I led, but soon was past by the guy in black. The lamp posts on the street were on, children (younger than me) played with their glowing light sabers, pretending to battle. A mother handling a dog, and her younger daughter on a scooter. We ran 2 laps around the compound, and arrived at home with my brother trying to catch his breath. We were breathing heavily, with each breath came heavy air weighing you down. We drank water, and after a few minutes were back in sync. It was good exercise, except it isn't very much...but better than running on the same street. I'm trying to improve everyday.

The BIG MAMA Test

I got up from my squeaky chair in the wolf-room, with Katy. (She was sitting next to me.) Then we were told to sit back down because they didn't finish the song yet, how humiliating right? To stand up when you weren't going to leave? Anyway, I sat down, and shortly after, they finished the song, and that's when Katy, all the other people in my science class, and I left to go upstairs. Katy and I rushed while going into Mr. Rios's classroom to get our backpacks and other belongings. Soon all of us were seated in Mrs. Post's classroom, we were ready for the BIG MAMA test.

Pressure overflowed and crushed my thoughts, I couldn't think of anything positive. Mrs. Post handed out the tests after having apologized a bunch of times for cutting the concert. I skipped the ones that I wasn't sure of yet, and then near the end came back to it. There was one question that I really wasn't sure of, but I tried narrowing the choices down (it was a multiple choice question) but it was no use. I couldn't think of what it could be, so I chose "natural selection" and soon after the test. I felt hollow, I knew that I had gotten it wrong, so to double check. I asked a few people, and most of them replied with "punctuated equilibria." At that moment, I knew I had gotten it wrong. There were no retakes, no editing, and no going back in time. So I'll just have to deal with the suspense of the result of my mistake. I don't plan on telling my dad, just as long as he sees my report card. (I know, its mean.) Well, until then I'll survive.

Sleepy

I walked up the tall, long staircase leading to the second floor. I was once again in the middle school building after G period had ended, and I had changed back into my uniform from P.E. I carried both of my bags (one for lunch and stuff, and the other for school books and stuff) into Mr. Borras's classroom. I went to my normal seat that I sit in everyday of Math. I laid my heavy bags on the floor, and asked him to give me the test.

I had gone there to retake a test that I got a C- on. (Which I'm not very fond of.) He gave me the paper, and I started to work. Luckily I wasn't the only one that had gone there after-school, an 8th grader had also come, since she missed a few days of school the week before. I finished and turned it in, I got a B+, at least it improved. I had more than thirty minutes after I had finished, I slept for a while because I was bored. (Though I only slept for 10 minutes) I woke up popping my own bubble, and decided to ask if I could listen to some music. Mr. Borras said yes, and there I was listening to music while sitting on the desk. Finally it was almost time to leave, and to go home. However, when I at last found the bus I was supposed to get on, it was pouring and there was barely any room because of all the people.

Thankfully, I eventually arrived at home sweet home.

Yes I Want A Hot Dog!

While wrapping up my homework, my father called out to my brother and I from downstairs. He shouted something that was muffled up, we called out for him to repeat what he had said. My brother didn't know what he said and thought that my dad was asking if he wanted a hot dog.

So he screamed "Yes, I want a hot dog!" down the stairs.

I walked downstairs without my slippers to see what the fuss was about. (My dad tends to sound mad when he calls people.) The page on my desktop was opened to "Google Chrome" on the website "Amazon." He was looking at the golden box offers, what the deals were.

I stared at the screen, and saw a harmonica on the page. My dad asked if I wanted a harmonica, so I decided to ask my brother. I shouted to him asking if he wanted a harmonica, and guess how he replied.

"Yes, I want a hot dog!" he screamed downstairs, I ran upstairs and asked him again. He decided that he didn't want a harmonica, I told my dad and returned upstairs. I burst out laughing to my heart's content about his mistake, he was confused, saying that he didn't know what was funny about it, and that it wasn't so funny. He just doesn't see it.

What a Pain

I woke up to my dad's face pushed into mine, with a big smile on his face, showing all his teeth. (Not very surprising from my dad.) It was so early, but yet I needed to wake up and get ready for my appointment. Braces, they're painful, but hopefully they're worth the pain. I started to get ready, all of the necessary things of course, soon my dad called me down to eat breakfast, while my brother was fast asleep in his bed--lucky him. I somehow managed to get downstairs before my dad could scold me to hurry up. The dentist appointment was at 8:30. I sighed while picking the sour strawberries from my wheat cereal, and putting them to pile up in my dad's bowl.

I got in the car with my mom and day, without my brother(he's really lazy). We drove to the hospital where I always tighten my braces at, my dad wanted to use the GPS even though I didn't really see the need to use it, because my dad already knows how to get there. We went inside the office after the orthodontist had opened the door. I laid down on the seat for patients, and waited for him to finish tightening my braces. They felt heavy, they felt like lots of weights holding onto my teeth. Even now it hurts like that, but I'm a bit used to the pain because it happens every month. I'll just have to endure it right?

Staying Up Late

Today I plan to do something my father told me not to, to stay awake deep in the dark, quiet night. He told me to go to bed, I knew he had told me for my own sake, but I still decided to disobey him because I don't stay up late during weekdays. He had told me because tomorrow I must have my braces tightened, I missed my appointment last week, we forgot. So my father called my orthodontist to make another appointment, instead of just letting it go by.

I hate these appointments, they tighten your braces, and later in the day or the next day it hurts like biting a spoon by accident but worse. When you feel pain it means that your body is warning you, and apparently when you feel pain from your braces, it means that the process is working and warning you at the same time. These appointments make me uneasy, though I try to look strong on the outside, hey I'm still a human being. I droop when I feel pain, I'm depressed when I feel pain, and I'm agitated when I feel pain. The appointments are every month, and for everyone else that has braces, I really don't know how you put up with it. I just know that it gets tough for me.

Laughing At Unfunny Things

I sat in the bus cramped, by a girl in elementary school. She was told to sit next to me by the bus monitor, so I didn't really have much of a choice but to let her sit. I sat on the cushioned seat of the bus, leaning against the window with all of my belongings on my lap. Soon the bus was almost completely full, and then we had departed from school early. We turned right like usual, and kept going.

Soon we saw someone (not naming names) running to reach her car. The younger kids on the bus started bursting out laughing, they kept talking bad about her, about how she ran. I was mad on the inside, thinking that was cruel to laugh at something like that, I bet they're not perfect either. I wanted to respond angrily, but just couldn't do it, I couldn't defend her. So now here I am getting this out of my head, and onto the internet.

Pizza Boy

I walked onto the bus after the coaches let the class out of P.E. I waited while listening to my iPod and reading a book at the same time. (Not really paying attention to the songs) Shortly my brother came on just as we were about to leave, holding 4 slices of pizza with him--yes, 4--in his hand, each pair folded in half facing each other. With jealousy I looked at his full, rough hands, and saw what a pig he was. On the ride home, I just kept reading like nothing was wrong, until I got home.

We went inside, and as he put his bag on the floor I put mine on the smaller couch. He finally offered me something, the crust, like seriously, the crust. Who gives people the crust of the slice, and apparently it was all he had left, and yet I saw him pigging out on the bus. *Ugh* It was lunch time, and while he was stuffed like crazy, I was hungry. I had lunch, but unfortunately my mom made me share with him.(I think that she favors him more.) Then he told me he ate, in total, 11 slices, my mouth drooped to the bottom of the lamp. I didn't even know someone could even eat that many! My maximum is like 3 or 4, but 11? Man, he must have been hungry! Oh well, what's in the past is in the past, but I'm gonna make him miserable, and I mean miserable!

Alone Time

My brother is the one who keeps bugging me about "alone time". It's really annoying because if you like go to him he like goes, what happened to alone time? Today he did just that. We arrived at home after a full bus ride from school, and soon ate a snack. Then he went upstairs (to play games and such) after watching a few shows with me. I continued for a while, and shortly I went to check on him. I found him playing a few strategy games to train his brain.

He was just like "What happened to alone time? Why are you here?" and I decided to stay there to bug him. But instead he was the one bugging me, like when I was doing homework, I asked him for a bit of help.

He just said "If I answer this question, will you leave?" but I refused. (because I like to bug him) He said that he wasn't going to help so I just moved on, I find it annoying that he won't help just because he doesn't get his "alone time" once in a while. I just ignored him and moved onto the next question in the booklet, once again anger caused by my brother.

Cookies, Eaten or Missing

The Famous Amos cookies that I brought to school for Science, and English were brought in a box. I brought them to Mrs. Brown's classroom after C period, and left it there until it was F period, the class for English. I walked upstairs from Mr. Borras's class slowly, full aware that I had put the cookies there, but I forgot about sharing the vignette booklet. (Good thing I had my vignette in my folder anyways.) We all enjoyed our food and drinks, while reading everyone's vignette books. Soon class ended with a *RINGGGG* from the bell, I asked Mrs. Brown if I could bring the remainder of the cookies back home, and she nodded.

I took them to P.E with my friends, and got changed as usual. We were playing basketball, and again class ended, but this time it wasn't so soon. We all grabbed our bags, and went to where we needed to go—some buses and some cars. When I got onto my tiny-weeny bus, I put one of my bags on it, and the flaps accidentally were pushed in. It was then that I realized, some of the pouches were missing, though I didn't really care they could've asked me for one. I would have probably said yes. So I didn't really mind, and just came home to my mom and brother. At least they helped me a little, if I look at the bright side.

Tests, Quizzes, And Utter Failure!

On Friday I took 2 tests and 1 quiz, right now I'm stressing out in case I have failed them. I'm not so worried about the quiz (because it was for Science) than about the tests. For Geography, I had to guess a few of them because I didn't have the notes on it in my notebook, and for Spanish, let's just say I'm not good in Spanish. That much I'm sure of, but now I feel like if I get a bad grade I'm gonna have it from my dad. I'm afraid I have failed them, if I sucked at them, or if I got a zero! If I get anything less then a "B" it'll strike my chest with a dagger. If I get a "C" then I'll be stabbed in the heart with a sword, if I get a "D" then it'll be like a heart attack! Now if I get an "F" that's going to cause some problems, it'll be like jumping off a cliff, it's like suicide!

I'm stressing out as if my life is hanging on a thin thread, I feel as if I have absolutely no hope anymore, just like Beneatha from The Raisin in the Sun. I feel if I fail these tests, I'll never be able to make it into college or university. I might even become a ghost, my soul might even leave my body, my heart will shrink, and so will my bones. I know that I'm overreacting, and such, but I can't help feeling this way. I've tried to keep my grades steady contently, instead of wiggling like gelatin, but...sometimes its just impossible. Now that I have let out everything I feel much better than when I started, however today is Sunday, and its not my best kind of day. So hopefully I won't totally fail those tests—hopefully it will go well. Now my life is like on a block of golden brick, full of hope, and doubtless.

Computer Hogger

I arrived at home after the long bus trip, near 4 o'clock. Unfortunately my father came out in his under-shirt and with his work pants. (Good thing I was the only one apart from the driver and the monitor.) He waved as they circled at the round-about and past our house once again. I entered to find that my computer was on and running(which meant it was recently used). I wasn't so surprised that my dad had been using it. I soon started to pressure my dad while I was eating a snack to hurry up so that I could use it. I kept bugging him, though I knew that my dad was installing anti-virus softwares.

I slept on a chair as I waited for him to finish, but when I woke up he was STILL using it. I moved upstairs to the master bedroom and laid down. Before I knew it my eyes were shut tight, and I was laying still sleeping. Tears dropped from my eyes for some random reason. ( Sometimes if I have a bad dream tears start dripping.) I walked downstairs to find that my dad was watching television while waiting for the software to install. I walked down after wiping away my tears and started using my computer. I woke up at 7 o'clock, that's 4 hours of my dad using my computer! Whatever, what's done is done, and he was just helping me. So I think I can overlook this error in life. Life is cruel, but that's how it is.

Whatever

I woke up dreadfully, my vision so blurry like the intense heat in the desert, my skin weighing and dragging me down. On a scale of 1-100 I as the 100—the crucial opposite of an energetic person—the dead weight, I was the corpse. I walked to the big bathroom swinging to the right and left through my drowsiness. (I felt like I had just comeback from a round of drinks.) I hopped into the shower hoping it would fill me with the energy I needed, my batteries were needed.

Luckily the shower gave me a bit of energy, but not as much as I had hoped for. I got dressed, brushed my hair, and all the preparing things for school. I became a snail as I went down the stairs after having told my brother it was his turn to shower. I waited downstairs for the bus while watching some shows on the television, until my brother came downstairs. He told me he was going to stay after school today, and I got sad because whenever he stays there sometimes I'm the only one to come around the area I live if Tess's family and another girl in high school don't get on the bus.

Then the bus came like usual and we got on. After school I waited on the bus and my brother came on. I was just thinking in my head "You liar." while I listened to my ipod.

So apparently his excuse was "I said I might stay after school."

I was just like "Yeah right. Whatever." and that was that.

The Big Fat Wound

It all started during field day, when my tribe was playing kickball on the field between the high school building, the elementary building, and the middle school building. It was my turn to kick the ball(after actually getting my turn, because people who already kicked went in front again). The pitcher threw it at me, and I kicked it(though it didn't turn out as I had hoped). It was just in front of me when I was running and I ended up running and ending up at the 3rd base.

Soon someone else kicked, and I was on my way to home base. The other team with their good teamwork threw the ball to one person that was closest to me, and that person caught it. I was running, but he was gaining on me. I couldn't really help getting tagged—or getting pushed—by that person, I know it wasn't his intention of pushing me. So I don't really blame anyone, but the fact is that I got a wound the size of a doorknob. So now, when I bend my knee it hurts, when I keep it straight it hurts. However it is just the way of life, you learn from your mistakes and will make you stronger to experience these things.

You get hurt and you learn, you get hurt and you get stronger. It wasn't a total loss, it was a gain as well.

"God Stephanie!"

The thing that really bugs me and is one of my greatest pet peeves is when people count on you, but you end up messing up. I hate how people call your name like "God Stephanie! Chee, can't you hit the ball?"or maybe something like "If you can't hit the ball don't even try!" It really brings my self-esteem down, way down. Then after my depression I get a dark, misty feeling.

I feel like I want to punch someone, luckily I have a punching bag in my basement. (because my brother gets angry really easily, and takes it out on the punching bag) Even if I rarely use it, when your angry, your angry right? I don't usually wear boxing gloves, because its just inconvenient for me to take it off after having my energy drained.

Also soon after I realize my mistake, I apologize way too much, like if I end up getting out, I say sorry. I don't know why I do it, its just the first thing that comes to mind and just who I am. This is just like yesterday when we were playing soccer in P.E. Someone—who just put my pet peeve in action—unfortunately had to say it aloud.

"Move, move!" He shouted at me aggressively and also went "Ugh!" After that incident, I just wandered around in circles near the corner of the gym, my spirit completely crushed.

Rice is Everywhere

I arrived at home after getting off the bus from school. I slowly brought myself to the door and opened it, leaving it open for my brother (always fussing). I walked in and laid my bags on a chair where the base is cushion and the rest is dark wood. I decided it was time to clean my bag, because I had a hunch something was wrong with it.

I unzipped the biggest pocket and started to dump everything on the couch. Out came all my items—shoe bag, lunch boxes, uniform—onto the couch. Before I knew it, rice came out too. It was everywhere, on my uniform, on my lunch boxes and on my shoe bag. As soon as I realized what had just happened I brought all of my belongings to the kitchen.

I started to vacuum very quickly because if my dad saw this, let's just say he would have a fit. I finished vacuuming shortly and went into the kitchen with my backpack. I brought my backpack on top of the counter and started shaking it to get all the rice out. Suddenly I accidentally knocked over my lunch container (that started this whole ruckus in the first place) and out went the rest of the rice, excluding the turkey slice with it. So I threw it away, and that was that. I have moved on now, not that it would've held me back.

Do I Have To?

I sat down to eat my normal lunch with my family. Since apparently my mom didn't cook the rice this time, it was too late to start. So instead of our usual meal (rice and some other dishes) this time, we ate bread with meat. (My brother is obsessed with meat.) I ate a piece of bread and a piece of meat, and shortly went back upstairs to finish my science homework. For homework I had to finish my notes for science and write my Slice of Life. At about 1:30 PM I finished my notes, and took a break. Soon my dad came and told my brother and I that we had to clean the bathrooms.

My brother was assigned the master bathroom with the help of my dad, and I was assigned the smaller bathroom. Even if the bathroom is small, it still takes much effort to satisfy my dad. I didn't want to, but apparently because I told him I finished, I ended up having to do it.

So I just thought "Let's just get this over with."

Then my right shoulder started to ache whenever I moved it, even if I didn't move my arm it still hurt. Then after a while the pain stopped and now is near my stomach or my diaphragm. Whenever I laugh a lot now, I just feel pain. I wonder if that's normal.

Full As Ever Possible

I brushed my hair and spread lotion fairly onto my face after having washed my face with special face soap. I brushed my teeth, though I hadn't eaten breakfast. Then I went to my laptop and watched a few videos on my laptop. Shortly after my father came in to see if I was awake, and apparently I was. I got up to greet the rest of my family before it was brunch time. The whole family got into the car, excluding my father(He had to set the alarm.). Just when he was about to enter the car he decided that he needed to pump air into the tires. The rest of my family waited and we were off to Multi Plaza.

When we arrived there my mother decided she didn't want to go in so she just stayed in the car(Maybe it calms her down.). The rest of my family entered, we chose to take a look at the food court to see if it was crowded like always. I already knew the answer but decided to go to check, it was crowded. We just chose to eat at Tony Roma's, I was so full after that meal. So we just started to go home after a day like this(where you can barely do anything). For the rest of the day I was just glued to my laptop screen due to the fact that I was loaded. I guess this is what I get for overdoing it *sigh*.

The Nice Breeze

*Buzz buzz* went my alarm in the morning. I dragged my dreary body from bed, and found the energy to stand. I gripped the table next to me to support my numb legs. I walked into my brother's room and woke him up. Soon I was walking in my father's room (the master bedroom) to go into the bathroom. I slowly-quietly walked towards the bathroom door. I took my daily shower dreading that I couldn't go back to my comfortable bed. I exited the soaking shower area and got ready for school. I brushed my hair, brushed my teeth, put on my shoes and lastly spread facial lotion onto my face.

Now all to do left was to wait for the bus to pass by our house (It then turns around at the dead end.). After about five minutes my brother got fed up waiting and decided to wait outside for the bus to come. I followed him bringing both of my bags outside. We both placed our bags on the car and waited. The morning breeze felt so nice and made me feel calm. Soon the bus came and before I knew it I had my bags on my back and was entering the small bus. I was on my way to school.

Circle of Fun

All five of us sitting in a circle after being rewarded Capri Sun and a bag of candy. Everyone in the class ran the day before and we all ran 4 laps in a time period of 13 minutes, so today we were rewarded for our effort. We also were rewarded two days of P.E. that we get to chose what to do. So Mari, Nysha, Violeta, Yeji, and I sat in a circle as our choice. We all talked and laughed together while sucking the lollipops and drinking our Capri Sun from the juice pouch. We all had fun laughing together and telling some stories. This was a happy time, where we laughed and smiled.

Until it was time to leave the class, we all had fun and went into the lockers to retrieve our bags. We left the lockers and made our ways to our own buses. Soon I got on mine and thought that I would use this memory as an important topic. I enjoyed my time in that class today, it was so much fun to just hang out and chill.

Exam of Boredom

"Let's go mom! We're gonna be late!" I screamed with my hard hands cuffed in a circle. I ran down the stairs after brushing my hair until it had no knots or rough spots. She walked up the stairs dreadfully. A pig she wasn't but, a turtle with knotted legs she was. I laid on the couch thinking of what my hard-working brother would say to me if I was late or maybe he wouldn't say anything, because he wouldn't even be there if I was more than thirty minutes late. He was at school taking a practice exam, a 3 hour exam. He said that he "had" to take it, or else he would fail the class. Apparently everyone in his class had to take it. My mother came downstairs...finally.

We got in the car shortly after my mother told me not to set the alarm. I brought 2 chocolate bars of the brand "Twix" while my mom brought 2 ice teas. We left the house and arrived at school. We waited for my brother to come out, and then after many people left he came out. I told him we had to wait for him and he didn't care. He was just overjoyed to have finished that difficult test, though he didn't really show it. We were on our way home, until I accidentally told my mother to go the wrong way. However my mom knew the way home when we reached a mall, or something. I was happy when we got home and ran upstairs to finish homework.

"What a waste of time." I thought to myself. I only went because my mom doesn't know how to get to the school, and because my brother would totally scold me if my mom got lost on her way to pick him up. So here I am typing on my ordinary laptop about the horrible 4 hours of today. It was a boring day with a long rush hour.

Strike Strike Hit!

My friends and I, Mari, Violeta, Nysha and Yeji. We were all in P.E, waiting and waiting until we were called to bat or to be the catchers. First Violeta hit the softball, and then second was Mari and soon it was my turn. I gripped my other hand tight, tight enough it felt like a pinch. I slowly walked towards the home base, and held the bat that was weighting on my shoulder. I stood there thinking "What if I can't hit the ball?" and I waited for Coach Henter to pitch the ball. I swung, and missed then I waited again for another pitch, after some people were arguing if I was still in or if I was out. They decided that I was still in.

Shortly after the coach sent another circular shape just like the first, and yet again I swung the bat missing for the second time. Soon it was time for the third and final pitch. I laid the bat on my shoulder once again, and swung trying to hit the ball, finally and luckily I actually hit it. I ran towards first base and accidentally slipped, running back to the base but, didn't hit the hard ground. I had actually succeeded in hitting the ball, I felt joy, soon the class was over, and everyone was heading to the buses. I got into mine, and started staring out the window, the game was completed.

Lunch of Metal

I slowly walk down the short staircase from the second in attempt to see someone I recognized downstairs. When I arrived in the Wolf Room, I walked to the table with Mari, Nysha, Yeji, Luciana, Sofia, Katy, Mae and Catarina. I could recognize Catarina and Mae's belongings on the table, and shoved Mae's bag a bit near her lunch box, I slowly turned my head searching for Mae and Catarina, shortly after I found them and sat down in the chair.

I mostly stayed quiet while they were all talking. They laughed and talked while I quietly ate my lunch, although I laughed a bit. I ate a bit of chicken with rice and realized I wasn't hungry, the rice was hard, and the chicken was dry, so I put away my food, and drank my juice. I finished my cookies and sat there listening to Mae and Catarina, while Mehr was conversing with the boys at the other table. Soon it was time to leave, and so I was on my way to math, with my lunch of metal, just like it was when I put it away.