Dreams (writing circle piece 7)

Dreams

One of my dreams since I was but a tiny child, was to go in space. I would love the weight less and lift 120 pound weights with no effort whatsoever. I would do multiple back-flips and front-flips withe ease. I would float around the cabin of the shuttle and have orange juice and water floating beside me. But this is just one of my many many dreams. Although i have night mares too. They consist of bad people doing bad things to good people. I don't pay attention to those because I see the glass as half full.

Music (Creative piece 6)

My family grew up around music. My father, grandfather, and uncle were in a band together playing gigs aroud wisconsin. The name of the band escapes me but I've heard their music. My uncle currently plays in a salsa band named Nabori. They have played at the Lake michigan coffee place and summerfest. They are Very popular to a certain extent. Not super famous but maybe in the future they will be.

Cars (writing circle piece 5)

My favorite car is the Koeniggsegg CCX because its fast, its sleek and its German made. This car goes from 0-60mph 3.2seconds and has a top speed of two-hundred and sixty three miles per hour! Whats not to like about this car? Plus its a girl or boy car depending on the paintjob. So whatever car out there wants To challenge me when I get my dream car, Come forth.

Essay

Essay

What would you do if your father was responsible for the murder of your mother? Would you keep it quiet, or would you speak to the authorities? In the book First Shot a boy named Rick must get to the bottom of this case about his father. Even if it means he dies trying.

The book starts with Rick moving into his dorm room and meeting with the principal and such. It's Really slow from this point onto the climax, but i think thats because the author wants to keep you guessing about what might happen next. I kind of wanted to stop reading here but it was a book from my brother library and it was due soon so i decided to just keep on trucking instead of just giving up. So i kept reading.

In the next couple chapters i started to notice a pattern. It was almost as if it were repeating itself. Like it went, build up tension within the reader, let it go, and so on and so forth. So it was getting kind of old so i stopped reading the book for awhile. Until one day when i was bored i picked up the book once again. \Maybe for the last time.

The book ended with the killer caught and the boy liberated. I predicted this from the start, so i guess I wasn't that surprisedwhen the ending came forth. Either way i wouldn't mind reading it again, mostly because nothing could stop Rick, not even his own father.

Too young to go

       To young to go   Creative piece 4

I was inside reading a book

When my babysitter exclaimed in shock "come look!"

I rushed to the window and was also shocked to see

A mother and daughter frog struggling in pain and agony

I ran, I flew, I flowed to the pool

Looking for some sort of helping tool

I found a pool brush and help the daughter out

She was rather quite quick and fast like a mouse

She jumped and jumped then stopped moving, dead.

I froze in place then shook my head

 I saved the mother who would've been dead

I took a moment to honor the soul

Then nudged the mother back to her hole.

Fear (writing circle piece 3)

I have been to many many places, such as The Bahamas, and Mexico, but the weird thing is, I'm horrified of planes and heights and anything in between. I'm also afraid of being alone in my house. 1. Because its big. 2. There are a lot of windows waiting to be broken in to. 3. My basement is haunted. Well at least i think it i because i always hear noises and my name being called. but no one is there. Maybe im skitsophranic! DUN DUN DUN