Don't Get Mad

I've always wondered what good comes out of getting mad, whether your parents get mad, or if your friends get mad, and maybe even your own siblings. Parents scold you when they get mad, they ground you, can send you upstairs without dinner, and will cool off. Friends will get mad sometimes too, if you say the wrong thing, if you forget something, but after a fight, you can make-up. If your siblings get mad, you can act like it just never happened. That's how usual fights go, but for me its completely different.

My father called me to his room, to discuss some issue with me. I wondered in, pondering about what he could want me for. "This is about your...behavior...at your relatives' house." said the man with crossed arms. I started to worry, what did I do? What's my punishment? What would happen at the end? I finally gathered up the courage to ask what I did.

"I've heard from some of your relatives that you were being rude, that has started to spread within the family. The time that we went to one of your relatives' house, your mother and I asked you to wait twenty minutes with your brother when you sat on the carpet. You waited quietly, but then blurted out that twenty minutes was over, and that you wanted to leave." I stayed shocked, my arms that I had thrown onto the bed drooped, my eyes stayed as open as long as I could open them for. I didn't believe it, my relative had said that I was rude.

I pictured in my mind a beating fit for him, I pictured the relative being beat up by me. I couldn't think of anything else, except how much anger I had for him. My father told me to calm down and to forget about it, but I knew that I couldn't calm down. I took some deep breaths and calmed down, though I had given up my hope to beat him up-because he's a relative-I had not forgotten what he had said about me. I hope that someday I will get my revenge, but not a violent revenge, at least I hope not a violent revenge. I'd just like to ask him why he spread it, not to actually beat him up. I would like to use my voice, not my fist.

Rejected

I walked into the gym with my friends. We did our class of gymnastics for that period of time for P.E. Shortly after we were allowed to have the rest of the class to ourselves. I looked at the Australian boy and blushed, because, well...he was my crush. I laid down on the mats with my exhausted friends.My best friend looked at me blushing, and whispered in my ear.

"I'll go ask him for you...to the dance." she whispered. I stood up and looked at my other friends for support to stop her, but they all were too tired to stop her. She walked to the bleacher with all the boys of the class, and just had to ask when everyone was there. I laid back on the mat and covered my eyes, my friends came over to comfort me. I felt a jolt of pain, would he say yes? Would he reject me?

By the time I lifted my arms from my eyes, I battled with the bright lights in the gym. She came to me and sat down, she was prepared to tell me some news, though I had no idea what she was going to say.

"He said...he wasn't going to go. All his friends laughed when I asked for you...I'm sorry." she said. I told her not to worry, truthfully, I expected as much, I knew that nobody would ever say yes. I knew from the beginning that I was going to regret even liking him. Luckily we continued to be friends...well kind of. I couldn't help but think that we couldn't ever be friends again. Have you felt the pain? Have you ever experienced this kind of punishment? I definitely have, and I don't want to experience it again. If I don't ask anyone, I can't get rejected, at least not again.

A New Computer?

I slowly walked towards the sound of tapping keyboards and a clicking mouse. I swayed as I pass through the hall, my hands shivered, my dad had just called my name. It was loud and clear as it echoed through the halls of the house. On his computer screens were pictures of an HP desktop, that he was planning to get me.

"Is it touch-screen?"I asked.

"Yes"

"How big is it?"

"Pretty big"

"What's it gonna count for?"

"Christmas, New Years, must I say more?"

"Never mind, how much is it?

"$1700"

"OH MY GOD!" as I yelled in shock. I jumped and stomped on the ground. "No way, no way, this is a dream, it's too good to be true!" I thought as I held my hands together to stop from slapping myself. It was real, it was the real world, and this was the real deal. I felt a feeling of rapture take over me, I screamed and yelped with joy. I finished the conversation with my father and headed back to my room. I laid down on my soft bed turning on the bedside lamp, I pondered, thinking if this was the right choice. My father was saving money for a house and I knew that, should he really use his money to keep me happy?

I was beseeching myself to speak the truth, he was going to order it by the time the sun went down and the stars came out. If I didn't speak the truth, could I hold it in forever? Could I be able to live with it? Would it be too late? I thought hard, and finally reached a wall, and on that wall...was the answer. Yes, I wanted it, I wanted it very badly, but would it be right to accept it when I knew my father was saving money for a house? I thought, and thought, it wouldn't be fair for him, but would be fair for me. I decided to make a deal with my father, I would get the desktop, but in return he could use the money I had in my bank to buy his house. However he would pay me back, and of course...with interest.

A Trip to Costco

I ran screaming "Daddy! Daddy! Daddy!" to my father while he browsed through rows of inventory. He turned his head at my direction as i ran to him to show him something.

"I want this. Can I have it?" I asked very politely. He was shaking his head with a frown as I asked him, he had said no. I wondered why as I put the blue card back, or so I had wanted everyone to think. I peeked around to see if anyone was watching, I pulled a rectangle shaped wallet. Slowly I hid the blue card in one of the pockets of the wallet, sneakily turning around often. My father turned around and looked for me, I waved my hand in the air so that he would see me. He came with the orange cart-that looked like it had holes in it-full of items. He held my hand as we walked to the cashier. They scanned the items rhythmically as i followed with my head.

I followed the items as the cashier beeped all of them, she had reach the end of the conveyor belt. My father pulled out his own wallet and packed up the items. We arrived at home, I sighed of relief that we would never be able to make it out. Gradually I started to feel guilty, and soon showed my family what I had stole.

"Oh honey, you can't even use that." Said my father. I tilted my head to the right a bit, and wondered what he meant.

"You have to activate that at the cashier." He said laughing. I had thought that I could use it like a credit card or something. But I realized that I just stole something, and I learned my lesson. Also at the end, I ended up throwing it away, it was of no use to me after I learned I had to activate it.

Poetry Brings Gratitude

Description: Poets take their time to write pieces of work just for people to enjoy, just like how people make sweets, poets like to see smiles on faces. The faces will smile, and realize just how special poetry is. These poems will make you realize, and fill you with warmth. (Unless you already realized.)

Synopsis: Poetry is a piece of work, it is beauty that will bring happiness to the people who read it.

Theme: Gratitude

A List of Praises By Anne Porter

I'm Thankful For.... By Rose Limongi

For the Fallen By Laurence Binyon

Starfish By Eleanor Lerman

Thanks By W. S. Merwin

The Routine Things Around the House By Stephen Dunn

Two Countries By Naomi Shihab Nye

Rain Like Hail

Clouds shift in groups

just like they move continuously

They suddenly fade to black

and fill the whole sky

They kill the sunlight

and puddles form with the rain

Rain bangs on the roof

just like hail chips parts of it

The sound of thunder

booming through rows of houses

Darkness fills the sky

while we stay at home

waiting for the clouds to clear up

and once again feel the sunshine on our skin

Shame in the Dark

The moon shines the brightest when you're happy, and becomes dim when you're down. The moon will consider your feelings, and change according to them.

When people forgive you, your feelings instantly change, or when you forgive people. You shine with glitter, and you are covered in a distant glow of light-proof of a gift.

Initially I was disappointed in my brother for giving me a dollar in public, and then telling his friend's parents.

Lowering my head in shame after my brother told me, oh how shameful I was. Also showing how disappointed I was in my brother.

Internally I bled, I bled from shame and anger. How could he do that? Just seeing his face agitated me.

Going against me was what he was doing, he was declaring war! Making me look bad just because he felt like it.

"How nice of your sister to bring your backpack for you." The parents said after my brother told them that I brought it. Like the speed of light, he retorted saying he had to pay me.

The shame was eating me alive, but I have to live with it. Luckily when my brother told them, they ended up laughing, so its not that bad.