tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-56278638384183599692024-02-06T20:26:28.155-08:00My Thoughts To WordsMadaBhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03722889075107141127noreply@blogger.comBlogger50125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5627863838418359969.post-45803605829768617332013-05-28T05:58:00.003-07:002013-05-29T12:23:38.150-07:00 “Do You Hear the People Sing? Singing the Song of Angry Men. It Is the Music of a People Who Will Not Be Slaves Again.” District Writing Assessment<br />
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<span style="font-family: Centaur, serif;"><i><u>Author's Note:</u> The reason I like this story so much could possibly be because of the symbolism within it. (And the music in the musical too of course.) This story has such a deeper meaning which makes it so different from any other story of it's kind. For my DWA, I wrote, in best form that I could, the symbolism within the characters of <u>Les Miserables</u>. Thank you and enjoy.</i></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Centaur, serif; font-size: 12pt;">Think of a story you know that creates many images of symbolism.
Now think of a story that every word within it has meaning and is something to
think about. This fits the characteristics of the story of <i><u>Les Miserables</u></i>. We all know “Les Mis”; takes place in
France, a bunch of characters, they all sing, and are very dramatic, but have
you ever looked at the real symbolism of this heartfelt story? Now there are
many versions of this story, its world famous book, movie, and musical. I want
to show you some differences in symbolism between the book and the newest movie
version. Les Miserables has the most in depth symbolism connections that are
very hard to find in any other story of this nature.</span><span style="font-family: "Centaur","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";"><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<b><span style="font-family: Centaur, serif; font-size: 12pt;">Jean Valjean</span></b><b><span style="font-family: "Centaur","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";"><o:p></o:p></span></b></div>
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<span style="font-family: Centaur, serif; font-size: 12pt;">24601 is the number they gave Jean Valjean when he became a slave.
As he was quoted in the movie, <i>“They gave
me a number and they MURDERED VALJEAN! When they chained me and left me for
dead! Just for stealing a mouthful of bread.”</i> He was locked away after he
stole bread to save his sister’s child who was near death’s door. You could say
he is the main character in this ever so spiritual story. Who does Jean
represent? In both the movie and the book alike, just like how Jesus
Christ was found carrying the cross, Jean is forced to carry the flag of France
as a request of Javert, who is a man of the law. Jean has always had a good
heart and cares for everyone like Jesus has. </span><span style="font-family: "Centaur","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";"><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Centaur, serif; font-size: 12pt;">Jean is released from 19 years as a prisoner of the law and is
offered shelter from a bishop. When the bishop saved him, he let Valjean make a
fresh new start; he claimed his soul for God. The bishop gives Jean two silver
candlesticks and tells him to use it to become a lawless man. As you see older
Valjean in other scenes, he still has those candlesticks even within the book
as well. This is a symbol of his respect for the bishop and a symbol of God’s
forgiveness towards Valjean. Jean has now turned his life around that is now a
life full of God and the Christian religion.</span><span style="font-family: "Centaur","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";"><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Centaur, serif; font-size: 12pt;">Jean Valjean goes by the name Monsieur Madeleine as a cover-up
name but is often called “Monsieur le Mayor” because of his new title after he
starts his new life. After Cosette’s mother, Fantine, dies, Jean takes the
liberty of raising Cosette which represents Jean’s good heart and loving soul.
When Valjean takes Cosette under his wing, she becomes this new burst of light
within his life. She makes him want to be a better man and be the father
Cosette so rightfully deserves.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Centaur, serif; font-size: 12pt;">Fantine represents how cruel the society was to lower class women
of that time period. After she was left with a child by her lover, she tries to
make money anyway she can. She works in a factory and after she is fired she
resorts to selling herself to other people, like her hair, teeth, and prostitution.
In the book as well as the movie, she leaves her child, Cosette, with the Thenardier’s.
This is a family she thought would be loving to her child. As a result of
Fantine’s absents, they treat Cosette like a slave and make her work for them.
This shows just how low the lower classes of Paris at this time were treated
and how they resorted to do such risky and willing things just to try to stay
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<span style="font-family: Centaur, serif; font-size: 12pt;">When they cut Fantine’s hair, it symbolizes her pride being cut
right out of her. That’s when she lost all respect for herself. Fantine
realizes at this moment that she doesn’t have control of her life and she will
let people take advantage of her. She believes it all is in the interest of
Cosette and that’s what she keeps telling herself. When Fantine stopped
respecting herself, this is symbolizing that she already feels dead and has no
control of herself anymore. </span><span style="font-family: "Centaur","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";"><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Centaur, serif; font-size: 12pt;">Jean Valjean wants to do all he can for Fantine after he finds her
cold and alone in the scum of the town. On Fantine’s death bed, Jean tells this
poor woman that he will take care of her child and everything will be alright.
Jean takes Cosette and raises her to be a loving, caring young woman. Fantine
and Cosette is a sign to Valjean that shows him the sorrow of losing life, but
also receiving new life.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Centaur, serif; font-size: 12pt;">Before meeting Fantine or Cosette, Jean breaks his parole and now
is a wanted man. A man who is named, Javert, is a police for the law. He
searches everywhere to find Jean so he can capture him. Even though Javert may
seem mean and cruel on the outside, he is a very deep and hurting person on the
inside. In the movie he sings the song, “Stars” which is him praying to God
about himself being full or worry and sadness. The thought of a thief
having more over him was too much for Javert to bear. Fatally, his worry of
being indebted to Jean leads him to plummet into the Paris Seine from a very
high bridge. Javert committed suicide to get rid of the worries and the fears
in his life. His suicide represents that even though a person may seem cruel
and powerful on the outside, they are longing for some power and compassion on
the inside. Javert’s character really makes you think about what you do or what
you say to people because you have no idea what they may be going through. </span><span style="font-family: "Centaur","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";"><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Centaur, serif; font-size: 12pt;">The adults in the story aren’t the only characters that have
struggles to face within the story. Les Miserables takes place post-French
Revolution and the people are still revolting to the king for the poor order of
society. In this story, we follow the “Barricade Boys” and how they revolt
against the Paris Government. The main characters from the barricade are
Enjolras, Marius, Eponine, Gavroche, and Grantaire.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Centaur, serif; font-size: 12pt;">Enjolras is the leader of the ABC or “The Friends of the Oppressed” which basically was a group
of the lower class who wanted to return France to be under the rule of the
republic in their area of Paris. Enjolras supposedly was the last one to die in
the battle between them and in the movie he holds up a red flag and as he is
shot, he falls of the railing of the place where they held their ABC meetings and is left dead hanging
over the railing while still holding the flag. The flag is the color of the
French republic which it symbolizes. Enjolras and one of his best friends,
Grantaire both share a last glance before they are both assassinated. While in
the book, Enjolras quickly retreats to the wine shop where he finds a drunken
Grantaire. Enjolras is surrounded by soldiers as the buzzed Grantaire yells, <i>“Long
live the Revolution! I am one of them!” </i>He wishes to die with
Enjolras and has been granted that wish by his opponents. Enjolras was shot
eight times as they both fell to their death. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Centaur, serif; font-size: 12pt;">As they build the barricade, there is a big red coffin and a
little blue coffin in the front. The red one represents, Enjolras who is always
wearing red and the little blue one represents Gavroche who is always wearing
blue. Before Gavroche is killed, they shot the little blue coffin as a warning
shot. They were basically telling them that they were going to kill Gavroche
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<span style="font-family: Centaur, serif; font-size: 12pt;">Enjolras is one of those characters that can be easy to relate to
because of his passion and leadership within all that he does. The things he
believes in are not hidden within his life, he puts his heart and soul into
everything that he does which makes me compare him to myself. In my life, I try
to place my whole effort into the things I do and the things I accomplish. If
you’re not going to give 110% into something, why do it? Personally, I relate
myself to Enjolras because not only his stride to get things done, but to get
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<span style="font-family: Centaur, serif; font-size: 12pt;">Eponine was the daughter of the Thenardier parents and was envied
by Cosette while growing up because of how well she was treated. When Cosette
left the house and Eponine grew up, Monsieur Thenardier abused her and treated
her and her siblings like nothing. Even though it never is told that Eponine
even has siblings in the movie, in the book it names her siblings Azelma and
Gavroche. Éponine’s character is a symbol of another famous, religious life,
Mary Magdalene. They both represent fallen, broken, and ragged women who fall
desperately in love. Eponine is a character that shows her emotion, but never
receives sympathy for her tragedies.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Centaur, serif; font-size: 12pt;">Eponine and Gavroche were siblings. As it was never revealed in
the movie, it is explained thoroughly through the book. In the movie, Eponine’s
last word was “grow” and Gavroche’s was “up”. Both of them never got to grow
up. In the movie as Eponine takes her last breath, the camera closes up of
Gavroche’s face as a single tear is shed from his watery eyes. Most movie goers
may have thought it was just because of the heat of the moment, but the real
symbolism was that they were siblings who really and honestly never got to grow
up with each other because of how their parent’s treated them. </span><span style="font-family: "Centaur","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";"><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Centaur, serif; font-size: 12pt;">Marius represents a young Victor Hugo who fell in love as a young
man same as Marius. Marius, who is just a lonely boy at the barricade, spots in
the square the most beautiful women he ever laid his eyes on, her name was
Cosette. Cosette and Marius represent young love and that there still is hope
for both in their tragic stories. With all that happens within the story, you
can always depend on the love between Marius and Cosette that just keeps
growing stronger. What Marius never realized though, was that Eponine has been
in love with him ever since the beginning. In the battle between the French
Government and the “Barricade Boys”, Eponine takes a bullet for Marius and dies
in his arms. This is when Marius realizes that Eponine has always loved him and
that he will love her like a sister for the rest of his days. Marius is rescued
from the barricade during the last battle from Jean Valjean and is brought back
to Cosette. All of Marius’ friends die in the barricade battle. This only makes
him want to love and respect what he has with Cosette even more as he has no more
friendships left to cherish. Marius is a representation of a young boy who was
once lost, but now is found.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Centaur, serif; font-size: 12pt;">There are many forms of symbolism and so many characters which
make this book/movie a good one to follow and it really makes you think. Les
Miserables has been one of those stories that have been passed down for
generations and generations to come because of its symbolic nature that is so
hard to find in other tales of this decade. This story has taught us a lot
about how we see the world, our relationships, and our life. Les Miserables
shows us a new sense of hope that can be found within all of us, we just have
to open our heart to find it.</span><span style="font-family: "Centaur","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";"><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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Sources: <u>Les Miserables</u> By: Victor Hugo<br />
"Les Miserables" The Motion Picture, Directed: Tom Hooper 2012<br />
Picture: <a href="http://www.lesmis.com/">http://www.lesmis.com/</a></div>
<br />MadaBhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03722889075107141127noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5627863838418359969.post-71210666093758542252013-04-17T06:16:00.000-07:002013-04-22T06:38:35.790-07:00Till I Hear You Sing..<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">
<i><u>Author's Note:</u> I've lost you long ago and I lost the sweet sound of your voice. My life feels empty and worthless if you are not there. </i>This is one of my favorite songs from one of my favorite music men, Ramin Karimloo. He has played the "Phantom" in numerous accounts of "The Phantom of The Opera" musical around the world with Sierra Boggess, who is seen in the video. Even though this is not a "Phantom of the Opera" song, I still adore it. This is a point of view piece from the character that Ramin plays.(The music video is below) Thank you!</div>
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<span style="vertical-align: baseline;"><span style="font-family: Arial;"><span style="font-size: 15px; line-height: 1.15; white-space: pre-wrap;">Your voice haunts my lonely soul as I sit upon the cold ground. The music we made together filled my spirit with warmth and joy. God sent you too me long ago and now I am alone. You made my life have meaning, when my whole life, </span><span style="font-size: 15px; line-height: 17px; white-space: pre-wrap;">I've</span><span style="font-size: 15px; line-height: 1.15; white-space: pre-wrap;"> thought differently. Life now has been merely a silent memory of the memories we used to know. This is a life that I now crave for. </span></span></span><br />
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<span style="vertical-align: baseline;"><span style="font-family: Arial;"><span style="font-size: 15px; line-height: 1.15; white-space: pre-wrap;">The music you sing makes the angels weep. Now I only have thoughts of what I imagine it sounds like. You are the only thing that haunts me, but <i>keeps me alive at the same time</i>. Can you imagine my loneliness? Ten long years of </span><span style="font-size: 15px; line-height: 17px; white-space: pre-wrap;">mere</span><span style="font-size: 15px; line-height: 1.15; white-space: pre-wrap;"> silence. You chose him a long time ago, but I will never give up on the love we once shared. </span></span></span><br />
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<span style="vertical-align: baseline;"><span style="font-family: Arial;"><span style="font-size: 15px; line-height: 1.15; white-space: pre-wrap;">I am done with the silence, the loneliness. We will be together and listen to the soothing sound of our duet once again. Life </span><span style="font-size: 15px; line-height: 17px; white-space: pre-wrap;">doesn't</span><span style="font-size: 15px; line-height: 1.15; white-space: pre-wrap;"> feel real unless I have the joy of being in your arms. I will not stop, </span></span></span><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-style: italic; line-height: 1.15; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Till I hear you sing, once more. </span></div>
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<span style="vertical-align: baseline;"><i><u style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; white-space: pre-wrap;">Author's Note: </u><span style="font-family: Arial;"><span style="font-size: 15px; white-space: pre-wrap;">I've always had a special connection with the character Christine from The Phantom Of The Opera. Call me crazy! I just have always felt like I related to her and even the first Christine that I saw, Emmy Rossum. Emmy was just a little older than me when she achieved the role of Christine in the 2004 movie version and it inspires me to dream about performing like her. Her story inspires me and her voice is amazing. Here is a snip it of a biography of her life, trying to focus on her time when she was Christine. This is for my research goal. Thank you:) </span></span></i></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; white-space: pre-wrap;"> Learning that you have talent, can always be an exciting thing. When you are discovering this so young, you know that something good can become of it. Emmy Rossum, even at so young an age, displayed that talent and that spark within which helped her achieve greatness. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial; vertical-align: baseline;"><span style="font-size: 15px; white-space: pre-wrap;">Born on September 12, 1986, in New York City to a single woman named Cheryl Rossum, her mother always knew that Emmy was gifted. (Keep in mind that The Phantom of The Opera also came out in 1986.) When she was only 7, she could sing in all of the twelve musical keys which landed her a spot in NYC Metropolitan Opera Children’s Chorus. Rossum achieve greatly in this opera and sang in many different languages with various well known opera singers. At the age of twelve, Emmy grew too old for the children’s chorus and decided to take up acting. Aside from acting she was in attendance at Spence School, a private, Manhattan schooling district. Emmy later received her high school diploma at the age of 15 through a Stanford program that is for the gifted youth so she could focus on her performing career. Wow. So far, this young girl has had such an dream life! Just look at her! She is so gifted and beautiful that what the future has in store for her could just be amazing.</span></span><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; white-space: pre-wrap;">Through her life, Emmy had been acting and singing not just for fun, but professionally, too. Before she was even 15, she received numerous awards and claimed many on-screen roles, but when she was 16, her life took a complete turn for the awesome. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Andrew Lloyd Webber; a famous musician, composer, and musical man wanted to make a movie based off of his world famous musical, “</span><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-style: italic; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">The Phantom Of The Opera",</span><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"> which is the longest running musical in history.</span><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"> </span><span style="vertical-align: baseline;"><span style="font-family: Arial;"><span style="font-size: 15px; white-space: pre-wrap;">Having opened in 1986 in London, the beautifully acclaimed musical still is performed around the world and still on Broadway till this day. Lloyd Webber wanted to make a movie version, so he could show detail and let his audience at home see his work. He had many leading ladies in mind for the main role of Christine. Emmy was one of the last people the directors and Lloyd Webber had in thought for the role of Christine. Emmy even missed her screen test for the role, but Andrew saw something in her. Her audition was actually private, in Lloyd Webber’s home in New York. Emmy walked through his door and all he said was, “Shall we?” She sang for him and she thought it was a one in a million chance for her being awarded with this role. As a 16 year old, they usually don’t give such a big role, but when she landed the role, she didn't disappoint. </span></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial; vertical-align: baseline;"><span style="font-size: 15px; white-space: pre-wrap;">This young girl won and was nominated for many awards that went along with her outstanding performance as Christine. Emmy was nominated for a Golden Globe in 2005 for Best Performing Actress in a Musical or Comedy and she even won the Best Young Actress award for the Broadcast Film Critics Association. Emmy knew that this event would change her life forever, but "The Phantom of The Opera" could very well not be the biggest role Emmy has landed. She has been in other movies such as “The Day After Tomorrow”, “Mystic River”, and now “Beautiful Creatures”. Her latest album release,“Sentimental Journey”, was released in 2013 and she currently stars in the hit HBO show, "Shameless". I do not think there is any slowing down for our young Christine anytime soon. </span></span></div>
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<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjpkvx0xzLkY1wOBmVKSZynZK-V1cx5d5x82eO1F0HhyKX4yIiawVGXWrNXyrx30loDbOqv3T_3lYmwlnDZrflZJK3vffMnRl51xFiJgE4tjSYk5fUqcD88jCn7-oxUfWaB39JsjSksnK8/s1600/images+%25284%2529.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjpkvx0xzLkY1wOBmVKSZynZK-V1cx5d5x82eO1F0HhyKX4yIiawVGXWrNXyrx30loDbOqv3T_3lYmwlnDZrflZJK3vffMnRl51xFiJgE4tjSYk5fUqcD88jCn7-oxUfWaB39JsjSksnK8/s1600/images+%25284%2529.jpg" /></a><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">The role of Christine has always touched me in a sense that it is a role that I want to be and that I would love to perform. Emmy was the first Christine that I had ever seen perform when I was only 4 and she made the biggest impact on me. She took this role to a whole new level and demonstrated it in way that I could understand or even relate to. Also people tell me I look like her which is always a plus.:) I have always adored the name “Emmy” as well. (Even asked my parents, everything I had </span><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-style: italic; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">had </span><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">to be named Emmy!) Emmy Rossum made an impact and a connection with me that will stay with me for a lifetime. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span style="vertical-align: baseline;"></span>http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Christine_Daa%C3%A9 </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">http://www.emmyrossum.com/about </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">http://www.girl.com.au/phantom-of-the-opera-emmy-rossum-pf.htm</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">http://www.blackfilm.com/20041217/features/emmyrossum.shtml</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Emmy_Rossum</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Phantom_of_the_Opera_(1986_musical)</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0002536/</span><br />
<br />MadaBhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03722889075107141127noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5627863838418359969.post-27899429501160515672013-03-18T06:02:00.001-07:002013-04-18T05:43:06.193-07:00America's Tongue, Why Has It Changed? My Thoughts On Old-Word English In This Modern World. <span style="vertical-align: baseline;"><span style="font-family: Arial;"><i><u style="font-size: 15px; white-space: pre-wrap;">Author's Note:</u><b style="font-size: 15px; white-space: pre-wrap;"> </b><span style="font-size: 15px; white-space: pre-wrap;">Most of the ancestors of Americans come from European countries, right? If you look at America's people timeline, you will see that a lot of Brits came over (Mayflower, Revolutionary War, ect.) and they also took their language with them. In modern time, we refer to it as "Old-World English" which is commonly known as proper English or British. Now, when did we break off from this language and develop our own and why? This is my thoughts on this change in speech. ( I did do research, but after further examination I realized it was not really a research piece, but perceive it as you will.:)</span></i></span></span><br />
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<b style="font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"> Christine’s childhood friend, Raoul, hears her sing and immediately falls in love with her just like they had when they were young. Christine feels the same way. The phantom takes it as a threat and knows he loves Christine more than Raoul. The phantom tortures the opera house and sends them an opera to perform in his name. To protect Christine from the phantom, Raoul forces her to perform the opera so they can capture the phantom once and for all. She performs his play, “Don Juan”, and the phantom secretly takes the place of Don Juan in the performance. During the last note of their duet, Christine rips off the phantom’s mask to show everyone who he truly is. He kidnaps her while Raoul comes to find her. The phantom threatens to kill Raoul if Christine doesn’t marry the phantom. As a result, Christine kisses the phantom to save Raoul's life and they are both set free. The phantom knows he wants Christine to be happy so she lets her be with Raoul. The phantom never stops loving Christine. </span><br /><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"></span><br /><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">The symbolism in this story is tremendous and the phantom shows most of it. When Christine first performs, the phantom sends her a red rose with a black ribbon as a sign that he is very pleased with her. As she sings her duet exclaiming her love for Raoul, she drops the rose as a sign that she loves Raoul more than the phantom. The phantom decides that he will never stop until Christine feels the same way about him as he does her. </span><br /><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"></span><br /><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">When the phantom first appears to Christine in the flesh, he is wearing a white mask on only one side of his face. This also exclaims why he is banished to the labyrinth within the depths of the opera house, he has a birth defect on only one side of his face. This forces him to live in the shadows so nobody can see who he really is underneath the mask. With the mask on, he is a swift phantom who can do whatever he wants to the opera house, but with the mask off, he is helpless, defenceless, not worth of Christine’s love. </span><br /><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"></span><br /><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">After she is brought to the phantom’s lair for the first time, she faints at the sight of a wedding dress that the Phantom had made for her. A small music box, with the figure of a monkey, wakes her up with the sweet instrumental of the song “Masquerade”. The music box that the Phantom has made, exclaims that he does have a gentle side to his dark and scary appearance.</span><br /><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"></span><br /><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">During the time when Christine and Raoul were falling in love, he proposes to her. Christine knows that the phantom will not approve of this and will hurt her if she accepts. She does not wear the ring around her finger, but around her neck to show that she is not officially Raoul’s. “It’s an engagement, not a crime. Christine what are you afraid of?”, Raoul says as he still does not know about the phantom. As the phantom makes an entrance to their masquerade ball, he rips the ring off of Christine’s neck. “Your chains are still mine. You belong to ME!”, the phantom yells out of disappointment. The phantom isn’t losing Christine that easily. </span><br /><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-weight: bold; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"></span><br /><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Immediately after Christine rips off the mask of the phantom, the phantom grabs her and cuts the ropes to the grand chandelier that hangs above the opera house. As it smashed it starts the entire opera house on fire. The phantom smashed the chandelier in a sense that if things didn’t go his way, “Things beyond their wildest imagination will occur.”</span><br /><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"></span><br /><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">This movie has an amazing storyline and even more amazing music, I believe that is why I watch it so much. The love triangle, if you will, shows so much emotion and raw passion that it makes this musical even better. The phantom knows that his love for Christine is infinite and will never end.</span></b>
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brown eyes. Okay I promised myself I wouldn’t cry but when that tear came
slightly out of my right eye, I couldn't help it. “And do you, Esther Bennett
take Asher Lipton to be your husband?” the priest says as he notices my tears.
“I do!” I say as I lock my hands into his. “By the state of New York, I now
pronounce you husband and wife.” As he ends his last words, Asher grabs me and
kisses me. I swear I just ripped this out of the page of a fairy-tale, but by
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</span><i><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">Now, you
could see that Asher Lipton came from a family of money, Hampton money. I come
from city money. Growing up at a private school downtown, the scandal, gossip,
and the money can sometimes be a lot. Asher understood me.</span><o:p></o:p></i></div>
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</span><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">I look up at
the twinkling lights and my friends and family. We walk down the stairs as
husband and wife for the first time. His father looks at him with a grin that
I’ve never seen. Less approving, maybe even a little scandalous. Oh whatever, I
am not going to let anything ruin this day. </span><span style="font-size: 13.5pt;"><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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Asher and I met at a party in the Hampton during my 23rd year. His father and
mother were hosting and I somehow got an invitation. Yes, sure I was like NYC
royalty, but not so much, Hampton royalty. And the Liptons definitely were. Our
families kind of split the state in half, they got the top half and we got the
bottom. When we met, call it what you will, fate or destiny, but I felt
in the back of my mind it was more of an ambush. Like this boy was looking for
me. He somehow knew exactly what to say and more about me than I thought a
total stranger would. He blamed it on my social status. I don’t know what to
blame it on. Since then, his father kept a close eye on me. I was only in the
Hamptons for that summer then I had to return to the city, but I felt like
Harrison Lipton and his son knew more about me then I did. </i></span><i><o:p></o:p></i></div>
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Asher and I spent the next year together, living in the city and the beach,
sharing each others lives and secrets.It was basically everything anyone could
ever want. He listened to me and I listened to him. All of our secrets and
family drama was always shared with each other. Asher knew what to say to
everything and how to make me me feel good about myself. The two elite families
in New York have a son and daughter who are madly in love. Who knew?</i></span><span style="font-size: 13.5pt;"><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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</span><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"><i>The night
that Asher purposed is such a blur to me now. My eyes were filled with so many
tears that it was so hard to process it all. We were in Paris to check on my
father’s ever growing business and right after dinner we took a stroll to a garden
outside of the eiffel tower. Then it happened! It was so magical and so
captivating. Again, ripped right out a fairytale, but this was my fairy-tale and
I was going to spend the rest of my life with the one I love or the man I
thought I loved. </i></span><span style="font-size: 13.5pt;"><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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</span><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">After his
father turned his head back around I looked at Asher. He just looked back and
smiled at me. The best man, Asher’s best friend Chandler, said his speech. It
was very nice and heartfelt, but the whole speech, he was looking at me while
talking about Asher. To the point where I was uncomfortable to look into his
sea, blue eyes. After that, my maid of honor said her speech as well. Her name
is Tiffany and she had been my best friend in the city for as long as I could
remember, it was kind of like a Blair and Serena friendship from Gossip Girl.
She was my best friend that knew everything about me. What Tiffany did probably
hurt me the most. Not Asher, not Chandler, but Tiffany. </span><span style="font-size: 13.5pt;"><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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</span><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">The music starts playing to our favorite slow
song. Asher grabs my hand and pulls me into his warm embrace. Our feet start
moving and he whispers. “This is like your fairytale, right?” “Even better,” I whisper as my smile becomes even bigger. “Then good, I’ve done my job. Now it’s
your turn Esther,” he says as his voice becomes less warming and more cold.
“Wha-what do you mean?” I say as my eyebrows start to become more tense.
“This is all a show Esther and you're right in the middle of it. I don’t
actually love you, are you kidding? My family has been living in your family’s
shadow for too long. There can only be one royal family of New York and you
have been proven too weak to hold that position. Thought you would been more
clever Esther, thought you would figure it out,” Asher hardens that paragraph
right into my brain and my face is in awe. “H-how bu-but why?” I stutter as he
puts his finger over my lips. “We are married Esther. You are no Kim Kardashian
and you cannot break off this marriage. Do you know how much that would ruin
your reputation? Esther, look at me,” he says as he brushes his finger at my
chin. My eyes start to fill. “I will destroy you. Your family too. Look, Chandler
and Tiffany seem to be happy,” he says as he points to them. They both smile
and wave. The rest of the guests just look with happiness at both of us. I look
into Tiffany’s eyes. They are piercing into my skin. She wants me gone more
than Asher does.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I glance over at my parents. My mom
is crying and smiling. I burry my head into his suit as my smile turns to a
sob. Tried to pretend like the tears were coming from the right eye and not
from the left. “Smile. Smile for the cameras. Everyone is watching. We are
married and you cannot do anything about it,” he says as he gives me a fake
smile. Our life is ruined and I don’t know what I can do. I ruined my father’s
company, all of my family’s hard work because now it is going to be destroyed.
I let Asher in, I let his family in. It’s like his father hired a PI to
investigate us, but didn’t spend any money. Just let his son do it and made
everyone around me feel the same way he did. <span style="font-size: 13.5pt;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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</span><i>How did I not
know that when I play with fire, I was going to get burned. I’ve gone up
against enemies and those private school girls who tried to go up against me on
the social ladder. I always came out on top, but I don’t think this is
something I can buy my way out of. I put everything we have on the line and I
don’t know if we can get it back. </i></span><span style="font-size: 13.5pt;"><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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</span><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">After the dance I swiftly
grab Tiffany’s arm and pull her aside. “Are you mad? Why would you even do this
to me? After all that we’ve been through! After all that I have done for you!” I scream at her with a tongue full of hatred, trying to make it as calm as
possible. “Queen Esther Bennett, didn’t get her way. Oh boo ho. Look, you
always been on top and it is time for you to be taken down from your rein.
After your family is taken down, it will be mine and Asher’s families on top. I
will get the spotlight that I have always deserved, as the new Queen of New
York. Your time is up Esther, there is a new royal in New York,” she spits at
me with the same hatred. Tiffany walks away and I am just in awe. I have been
her friend through EVERYTHING. How could she betray me like this? Just for the
power, the fame that I have. She just wanted to take it all away as much as the
Liptons. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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I loved him, I thought he could be my happy ending. All he ever cared about
what his money, his name. Asher extends his hand out from a distance as I turn
around with a face of disgust. His father is staring me down. I take a deep
breath and walk into his arms. I must play his game until I find a plan to not lose
everything I have.</i></span><span style="font-size: medium;"><i><o:p></o:p></i></span></div>
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<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjD-0US-EOX6rZ19leEve_Kg_V2lg-aor8-oObQbYl8lf9SOoyZ5TbcE0NFT4e_MWaSAY3oFIZ6myH1Ody06leQUZ7VmLOqPKWyF_01ekpPkxSZZY2ceKn3YTxp5rfU0w34m9g5JD2kHuA/s1600/eg.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjD-0US-EOX6rZ19leEve_Kg_V2lg-aor8-oObQbYl8lf9SOoyZ5TbcE0NFT4e_MWaSAY3oFIZ6myH1Ody06leQUZ7VmLOqPKWyF_01ekpPkxSZZY2ceKn3YTxp5rfU0w34m9g5JD2kHuA/s1600/eg.jpg" /></a><b id="internal-source-marker_0.3564091604202986" style="font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">“</span><span style="background-color: #ccccdd; font-family: Verdana; font-size: 13px; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Fight fires in your best clothes,</span><br /><span style="background-color: #ccccdd; font-family: Verdana; font-size: 13px; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Touch skin with your eyes closed</span><br /><span style="background-color: #ccccdd; font-family: Verdana; font-size: 13px; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Chase thunder with the volume down</span><br /><span style="background-color: #ccccdd; font-family: Verdana; font-size: 13px; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Pack a suitcase, wander to the next town</span><br /><span style="background-color: #ccccdd; font-family: Verdana; font-size: 13px; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Force quit on your losing streak</span><br /><span style="background-color: #ccccdd; font-family: Verdana; font-size: 13px; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Solve a riddle in a magazine, be tongue in cheek</span><br /><span style="background-color: #ccccdd; font-family: Verdana; font-size: 13px; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Tell me that we're still too young,</span><br /><span style="background-color: #ccccdd; font-family: Verdana; font-size: 13px; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">That we're still too young and I'll hold my tongue</span><br /><span style="background-color: #ccccdd; font-family: Verdana; font-size: 13px; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"></span> <br /><span style="background-color: #ccccdd; font-family: Verdana; font-size: 13px; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Until you see me in your dreams</span><br /><span style="background-color: #ccccdd; font-family: Verdana; font-size: 13px; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">We'll stay awake beneath the trees</span><br /><span style="background-color: #ccccdd; font-family: Verdana; font-size: 13px; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">We'll watch the buildings turn to dust</span><br /><span style="background-color: #ccccdd; font-family: Verdana; font-size: 13px; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">A sky of diamonds just for us</span><br /><span style="background-color: #ccccdd; font-family: Verdana; font-size: 13px; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">You are the risk I'll always take</span><br /><span style="background-color: #ccccdd; font-family: Verdana; font-size: 13px; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">The only branch I'll never break</span><br /><span style="background-color: #ccccdd; font-family: Verdana; font-size: 13px; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Those fears we'll blow them all away, we'll blow them all away”- Ellie Goulding “I’ll Hold My Breath”</span><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"></span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Take a risk with me. As you live your life, remember that you’re not young forever.Take chances and explore with me. Grab my hand and we’ll live like there is no tomorrow. Why not? We’re young, creative, bold, and so lively. That world is out there for us to be in. Learn from my courage and you will have some yourself. Put the same trust in me as I put in you. Just lean forward and let go. This world is open for us and we should take advantage of the beauteous it beholds. </span><br /><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"></span><br /><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">I have watched you live in fear, in angst your whole life. Neither of us can bear to see you in so much pain, worry. Don’t be afraid, my friend. Come with me and I will show you all of the wonders that are right in front of your eyes. Let your dreams be your realities of tomorrow. You do have dreams, don’t you? Dreams where it’s just you and me, while watching all of our fears wash away behind us. Dreams that your life will be better than it is today. You just wait and see. </span><br /><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"></span><br /><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Life doesn’t have to be so scary! I know you have so much to be scared about, but it is all unnecessary fear. This world is fun and exciting, crazy while being serious. There is so much you haven’t seen that I can show you.</span><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-style: italic; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"> </span><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Pack a suitcase, catch that flight, find the last train to Paris and take it. As long as I’m with you, everything will be alright. </span><br /><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"></span><br /><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">This mighty world is open for us to explore, let’s take advantage of it. Our souls are earning for this freedom because, we’re not going to be young forever. Live life while you can and do not be afraid, I am with you. As you take my hand, these risks will be taken together and we will be unstoppable. Let the wind take your fears and let your hand fall into mine. </span></b>
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(song lyrics: <b id="internal-source-marker_0.3564091604202986" style="font-weight: normal;"><a href="http://www.azlyrics.com/lyrics/elliegoulding/illholdmybreath.html">http://www.azlyrics.com/lyrics/elliegoulding/illholdmybreath.html</a>)</b><br />
<br />MadaBhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03722889075107141127noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5627863838418359969.post-73628970628187572802013-01-11T06:33:00.003-08:002013-01-11T06:38:35.163-08:00Where Are We Supposed to Be?<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<span style="font-family: Arial;"><i><u style="font-size: 15px; white-space: pre-wrap;">Author's Note:</u><span style="font-size: 15px; white-space: pre-wrap;"> This is just some free write work. I looked over it again and it seems to kind of tie in with my thoughts on my "Happiness" piece , but this is a reoccurring thought that sometimes overpowers my train of thought. So I decided to make another piece on it because I can't get this thought out of my mind. Anyways, please enjoy my rambles, thank you.:) </span></i></span><br />
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<b id="internal-source-marker_0.12727959547191858" style="font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">What do we stand for? Where is our right place in this world? We all wake up in the morning to see what the day brings for us but, are we in the right place to find out? Think about it. Are we all where we are supposed to be? I don’t believe I am. I believe that there is a world out there, waiting for me to explore. I want to move away from this midwestern state and live somewhere fun, somewhere exciting. </span><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-style: italic; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">“All I know, is when I move away. My heart will stay, in this midwestern state.”-NeverShoutNever</span><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-weight: bold; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">. </span><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Don’t get</span><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-weight: bold; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"> </span><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">me wrong, I love Wisconsin and the people in it. I’ve had an amazing childhood so far in this beautiful state but, I feel like there is more out there than just living in one place your whole life, you know? </span><br /><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-weight: bold; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"></span><br /><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">After college I want to go explore New York, City. Why not?! What an exciting place to live. I’ve been in love with it since I was a child and everything about it just seems so heartwarming to me. Even the job opportunities are spectacular. It seems like you can do anything in New York City. It seems like the place full of opportunities. When I was younger, I’d sneak off behind my parents back and watch episodes of gossip girl. It will always and forever be my favorite show. Not just because of the scandal but because of the city, their fashion, their backdrop. They filmed pretty much everywhere in New York city and pretty much every store. The city is extraordinary and the stores are beyond brilliant. That’s where I want to be. That is where my dreams draw me towards. I feel like I could do so much there. I could be a fashion magazine editor, on broadway, or working for starbucks, I don’t know! I have so many dreams and I feel like they could all be achieved there. Is New York the place I belong in this world? I think so, but anything can change. All I know is that wherever my dreams lead me, I will follow and I hope you do the same. :) </span></b>
MadaBhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03722889075107141127noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5627863838418359969.post-81725228291615939092012-12-21T05:37:00.000-08:002012-12-21T05:37:59.316-08:00Learning To Be Brave.<i><u>Author's Note:</u> Taking a stand, being brave. Some of us may be capable of standing up for what's right and some of us might live in the shadows. In <u>The </u><u>Hunger Games</u> , Katniss shows this quality and many more. This is my theme essay. Enjoy. </i><br />
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The real themes of this book include bravery, courage, and also trust through what the author does within the book. </span><br /><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"></span><br /><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">The courage and the nerve of Katniss Everdeen is extraordinary. She is willing to die for her sister and make sure she doesn’t get hurt. Even before the Hunger Games happens, Katniss provides for her sister and mom after their father dies. That to me just shows her courage, willing to step up to any extent to protect her family. Life has been so hard for her but she still manages to put others before. In another book, </span><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; text-decoration: underline; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Harry Potter: Sorcerers Stone </span><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">, Lily and James Potter both die to save their son, Harry, from the evil Lord Voldemort. In both books, the characters show their courage and how much they love their families. </span><br /><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"></span><span style="font-family: Arial;"><span style="font-size: 15px; white-space: pre-wrap;"><br /></span></span><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Katniss’ family wasn’t the only thing she was trying to fight for while being in the hunger games. Their capital/ government was so cruel to the people who live in the country or districts if you will. Sixteen year old Katniss wanted to stand up to them. A young, 16 year old girl standing up to the almighty, powerful government? Doesn’t seem too likely but, with Katniss’ bravery, she makes herself visible to them. She stuck up to the capital, to the people of Panem. She twisted the rules of the hunger games to trick the capital. Katniss is a person who has this aggressive urge to always do the right thing. This urge is demonstrated through her actions and passions. During the hunger games, you are not allowed to wear pins or jewelry. In Katniss’ wardrobe, she wears with pride a mockingjay pin that symbolises her district and to all whom she respects. Her bravery and ambition allows her to be her own person and represent her district with pride. The district 12 is all full of mulligrubs. Their spirits are low and their faith in their district is lower. Katniss gives them a new sense of passion, a new sense of hope in her during the hunger games. </span><br /><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"></span><span style="font-family: Arial;"><span style="font-size: 15px; white-space: pre-wrap;"><br /></span></span><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Her trust in others lead to her passion and greatness. Whom can you trust when you are alone in the hunger games? Katniss had to find allies and place her trust in others. Rue and Peeta were her biggest allies. Peeta was also from her district and had sneaky ways of helping Katniss. Rue was a young contestant who reminds Katniss of Prim. She trusted them with everything and they trusted her right back. Katniss’ trust in them was a crucial way that she learned to survive so she could return home and help Prim; her younger sister, survive as well. </span><br /><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"></span><br /><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"></span><br /><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Now, I can never say I’ve been in a arena with 23 other kids who are trying to kill me but one volleyball tournament was similar for trust. During the last volleyball game of the club season, we were playing a 15’s team as a 13’s team in Illinois. I was the team captain and my friend Macy was the co-captain. After a hard 2 games it all came up to the 3rd to determine the champions. We needed to win, but I was out in this rotation so I had to put all of my trust in Macy to keep the team alive. She knew was she had to do and we came out on top. This relates to Katniss putting her trust in Peeta in the hunger games. Katniss knew he would be there for her as she placed her trust in him and allowed him to help her.</span><br /><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"></span><br /><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Katniss had an huge load of courage with all of the struggles she has to face. She faces them head on and takes pride in representing all in her district but most especially, her family. Katniss represents the main themes in this book; courage, bravery, and trust. She never loses hope in herself and that just allows her to keep moving forward.</span></b>
MadaBhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03722889075107141127noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5627863838418359969.post-80994955250870116482012-11-29T06:01:00.004-08:002012-11-29T06:01:57.807-08:00Karma Will Get You<i><u>Author's Note: </u>This is my prediction for the rest of the <u>3:15 </u> story. I believe that him stealing from the man will come back to haunt him, that it will be a huge mistake. This in my opinion is right because they just left you hanging after the man died in the story and the boy stole his gold. I knew his mistake would come back to get him. </i><br />
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Cody awakes and he puts on his nice clothes. "This is it, the day I become the rich man I so rightfully deser--wait.", Cody says as he looks at the table. There is no hook, just a note. "WHAT!, That was my hook! That was my gold!" he says as he rushes to the table. "Bury me with my treasure, that is all I ask.--Big mistake, boy." the note read. "How-iss--wha--t ---how is this possible?!" Cody screams as he glares down at the note. Is Clarence Buchanan still....alive?</div>
MadaBhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03722889075107141127noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5627863838418359969.post-68946285990100819702012-11-16T06:38:00.002-08:002012-12-19T06:20:27.597-08:00Living Life To The Fullest<br />
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Shy, Depressed, Kind, Sad</div>
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Who loves: Writing stories.</div>
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Who care about: His family</div>
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Who feels: Alone</div>
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Who needs: A group of friends</div>
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Who gives : Respect to everyone he meets</div>
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Who fears : the reality of the death of his best friend</div>
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Who would like to see: Change in his life as he goes on to high school. </div>
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Resident of: Pennsylvania</div>
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Last name : Never mentioned in the story</div>
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Who loves: making people happy </div>
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Who care about: His family and his friends</div>
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Who feels: Lively.</div>
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Who needs: To live life to the fullest.</div>
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Who gives :love to those who need it the most.</div>
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Who fears : Growing up too fast.</div>
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Who would like to see: His siblings succeed at college.</div>
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Resident of: Pennsylvania </div>
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Last name : Still never mentioned.</div>
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There are more characters in other stories that go through similar things that Charlie does. Another character that is very similar to Charlie in many ways is Craig Glinger. Craig is from the book, <b><u>It's Kind of a Funny Story</u> , </b>where teenage Craig gets so frustrated with life that he just wants to break out, similar to Charlie. Craig felt depressed, angry, like he had no one to turn to, until he found friends. Even though they were in a weirder setting than he hoped. Craig wanted to jump off of the Brooklyn Bridge in New York City. He felt like life was too hard on him, that he wasn't made for this. After he backed out, he checked himself in to a mental hospital. There he got the help he needed and made friends along the way. Him and Charlie are very similar in many more ways than just making friends. They are both teenage boys, freshman, have a sister, live in the east coast, and they are trying to find a way out. Both of these characters grow and develop so much over the course of the story with just a little friendship.
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MadaBhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03722889075107141127noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5627863838418359969.post-45955611484623764262012-11-13T05:55:00.000-08:002012-11-13T05:55:57.983-08:00Greatness.<br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;">America was never a perfect country. We have had our flaws in the
past and sometimes we make those same mistakes again but, we can only learn
from them. All we can do as people is try to improve this country as much as we
can. Our founding fathers did make some mistakes, but they lead this country
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</span><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;">Freedom. In the Declaration of Independence it states that America
is a free country. That the people who live in it have freedom and are free
from the British Empire. Why does that exclude the right African-Americans and
women? We’re all people; some are not superior to others. So why did our
founding fathers exclude them from having everything that a white male has?
This is one very important topic I would bring up with our founding fathers, if
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happen. Slavery was harsh, cruel, and went on for way to long. Why did it
matter what the color of your skin was? If I could sit down and talk to our
founding fathers I would tell them that all man was created equal and that no
one is more superior to others. That nobody on the earth should be a slave to
another. I believe that this was just wrong.</span><span style="font-size: 12pt;"><br />
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</span><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;">Women’s rights. Do you know what year women got the right to vote?
1920. It was approximately 144 years after the Declaration of Independence was
signed. If I get the chance to speak with the men who started our country, I
would let them know that women are Americans too. Women are just as equal to men
and should have the right to vote, have a great education, and be able to have
the same freedom as men do. Granted; I believe that this country would be so
different if we had women having the same rights as men, starting in the
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fathers were all great men with great futures for this country. They knew that
this country would have an amazing future in store due to them and I just have
to thank you. The greatness that this country has the honor to be bestowed with
is all due to our Founding Fathers.</span><span style="font-size: 12.0pt;"><o:p></o:p></span></div>
MadaBhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03722889075107141127noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5627863838418359969.post-32578380881014198332012-10-21T21:31:00.001-07:002012-11-13T05:56:46.809-08:00Action to Result<i><u>Author's Note:</u> This is my <span style="color: #111111; font-family: arial, helvetica, clean, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"><span style="line-height: 16px;">Cause/ Effect Short Response for the story, <u>The Perks of Being a Wallflower.</u> </span></span></i><br />
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The story I will be introducing will be the story of <u>The
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are many conflicts in this story (as any other novel) but, the main cause and
effect I am focusing on in this story is that in the very beginning of the
book, the main character, Charlie, his best friend commits suicide. This happened
even before the book was so called taking place in the world of Charlie but, it
was a major event in the story. It is something that impacted the story tremendously.
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The effects of Charlie’s best friend’s death were mostly
just impacted on Charlie. In the story, Charlie didn’t have many friends to
begin with so this just turned Charlie’s life around right off the bat. This
story would have changed a lot if this event didn’t happen. For instance, if
his best friend wouldn’t have died, Charlie wouldn’t have made so many new,
older friends. If his best friend wouldn’t have died, Charlie wouldn’t be
depressed and that is mainly what the story is about. This story would not have
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MadaBhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03722889075107141127noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5627863838418359969.post-65731883984435910922012-10-11T20:33:00.000-07:002012-11-13T05:57:23.110-08:00Resolving a ConflictAuthor's Note: This is for my reading circle about conflict and short response. I am doing the <u>Perks Of Being A Wallflower.</u><br />
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Charlie is now a freshman in high school that wants to turn his life around after his best friend died months before. He wants to make friends and see what else is out there in the world. The main conflict in this book is that it is very hard for Charlie to let people into his life and share his thoughts and ideas because he has lost his bestfriend before.<br />
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This conflict get resolved by Charlie joining a group of friends who shares his same interests. Two seniors, Sam and Patrick, let Charlie into their group. They make him feel welcome and they allow him to have the confidence to trust people again. Charlie learns so much from having new friends and it makes him more appreciative of life and what it all has to offer. </div>
MadaBhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03722889075107141127noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5627863838418359969.post-17753927489501350452012-10-03T05:40:00.001-07:002013-02-09T14:04:33.525-08:00Happiness. <br />
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<span style="font-family: "Century Gothic","sans-serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">Happiness.
It’s one of those things you have to seek out in life. As a 13 year old girl, I
am trying so hard to find out what makes me happy. My friends make me happy, my
sports make me happy, my activities make me happy. What happeneds when
something that makes you happy, is not approved by others? What happened when
your dreams are shut down? Please, just ponder on this with me for a moment. It
is known that happiness is the key to life, so why not live as you choose?
Others that are in your life may not approve, they may even tell you to stop
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you get older you start to realize, what makes you happy. You see what you want
to do with your life and the dreams you want to have. People in your life may
want you to see the realistic side of being happy and having dreams. In my opinion
I know that we all have dreams and to me, they are one of the most important
things to have in life. Without dreams, we have nothing. We have no creativity,
we have not independence, we have nothing to look forward too. I am a person
who dreams big. I want to live in the city, I want to be successful, and I want
to be creative in my own way. “You may say, I’m a dreamer, but I’m not the only
one.”-John Lennon “Imagine”. That song has so much meaning. John Lennon was a
man with huge dreams. He wanted the world to live in peace with each other. Is
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to big. Did that stop John Lennon from dreaming? Nope. So why should it stop
you? People have told me and others like me to start being realistic and to
stop dreaming so big. By why stop dreaming when it makes you happy? I for one
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people shut down your dreams, it helps us believe that things happen for a
reason. Sometimes, you just want to keep fighting and sometimes that is the
best option. In my life, I try to do what makes me happy even if other people
don’t like it. Such as writing stories, playing volleyball, being in musicals,
listening to music, dreaming about the city, and much, much more. It’s
comforting to us dreamers that there are others that feel the same out there
somewhere. Some of these people make themselves visible to the public. Such as
musicians, writers, poets, and everyone else that lets their creativity and
dreams shine. I feel as if we all have to accept each other. We all have to accept
people’s dreams and what makes them happy. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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truly is the key to life and we should all live how we chose. Through writing this paper, I realized that I cannot let anyone
else tell me what to do or what to dream. I feel this way now because
individuality and dreams might be what separates us from the rest. And for some
of us? Being different makes us happy. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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MadaBhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03722889075107141127noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5627863838418359969.post-25846241525256904592012-10-01T06:31:00.004-07:002012-10-01T06:31:52.508-07:00Book Ad: The Perks of Being a Wallflower<br />
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<b><span style="font-family: inherit;">Charlie is now a freshman in high school that wants to turn
his life around after his best friend died months before. He wants to make
friends and see what else is out there in the world. On his first few days he
becomes very fond of his honors language arts teacher and the teacher becomes
fond of him. They became very great friends.<o:p></o:p></span></b></div>
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<b><span style="font-family: inherit;">Sam and her step-brother Patrick and they are both seniors with
different moms. They let Charlie into their group and they took him under their
wing. Charlie felt like he had real friends for the first time. He experienced
what it was like to grow up with real friends and saw the world he never knew was there. And
that's all he wanted.</span><span style="font-family: Century Gothic, sans-serif; font-size: 18pt;"><o:p></o:p></span></b></div>
MadaBhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03722889075107141127noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5627863838418359969.post-57602567353794888452012-09-18T05:43:00.000-07:002012-09-18T05:43:04.118-07:00I Can Fly <i><u>Author's Note: </u> Some children grow up earlier than others do. Some experience more than others. In this narrative piece, I describe in full detail, the time I rode an airplane, alone. This is a District Writing Exam piece. Please enjoy!</i><br />
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<span style="font-family: 'Century Gothic', sans-serif; font-size: 14pt;">I can't wait to see the world. I can't wait to be on my own.
Maybe, just not yet. The experiences when I am young, all lead up to when I'm
older. Like, flying on an airplane, alone. This is one of the experiences that
happened when I was young that will help me be more independent when I am
older. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: 'Century Gothic', sans-serif; font-size: 14pt;">'Madeline Brielmaier' is the name that the flight attendant had on
a sign when I walked in the airport. "That's me.", I said while
rolling along my suitcase and my carry-on. I was flying back from Fort Walton,
to Atlanta, then to Milwaukee. I was on
vacation with my aunt and cousins and I was flying home early for a volleyball
tournament. Till this day I still don’t know why my parents let me fly
home alone at the age of eleven, but it was something we all wanted me to do
because the team needed me. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: 'Century Gothic', sans-serif; font-size: 14pt;">My first flight was delayed 2 hours because of a storm that was
going over the south. I thought I wasn’t going to make it out of there. And I
had reserved seating since I was a minor and I believed that would all get
screwed up if they put me on another flight. “Were going to get you on a plane
home, Madeline.”, the flight attendant said as she walked up to the crowd of
people yelling at the man behind the counter, trying to figure this all out.
She comes back about 5 minutes later and says “Follow me.”, with a smile on her
face. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: 'Century Gothic', sans-serif; font-size: 14pt;">I finally got on a small plane that was going to Atlanta, GA. The
biggest airport in the United States mind you not. I was really scared to be in
there! The lady on the flight next to me asked me where I was going. “Waukesha, WI”, I said as I look up at the
woman. “Are you serious? I’m going there too!” she says with her jaw open. What
are the odds? We were just talking for the rest of the flight about where we
were from and where we are going. When my flight was over we said goodbye and
the flight attendant took me off the plane and onto a golf cart. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: 'Century Gothic', sans-serif; font-size: 14pt;">Don’t you hate that feeling when you’re in an airport after a long
day of traveling and you see that one person that gets to go in the golf cart
that passes you by? Yes, that was me. To me that was the best part of that day.
Riding around in a golf cart, picking up and dropping off people at different
terminals was really fun! Remember, I was 11. It was a big deal. When I was dropped off at my terminal it said
“MILWAUKEE, WI DELTA AIRLINES” and all I thought about was, ‘Yes. I am going
home. FINALLY!’ And I haven’t seen my immediate family in about 2 weeks and
hey, I’ve got to say, I was homesick. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: 'Century Gothic', sans-serif; font-size: 14pt;">I was escorted by the pilot onto the plane and I was the first and
last one on it. As I get to my seat it was about, 30 minutes till people
started getting on. After about 10 minutes the airplane was packed! The last
seat open was a spot next to me and in my mind I’m thinking “YES! I can
sleep!”, but just as that thought raced through my mind. This big, scary man
says “Excuse me.”, in a very harsh tone. Dang, I could have had it. The rest of
the flight I was wrapped up into a blanket completely terrified of this man
that was right next to me. At last, the plane comes to a stop. Everyone got out
but me and I was escorted out of the plane and through the airport. I just
wanted to run through it because it was about midnight and I knew my mom was on
the other side of security. A lady in a suit coat takes my luggage and escorts
me to my mom. I run up and give her a huge hug. I was even tearing up a bit
but, I was so happy to see her. She took me home and I was reunited with my
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<span style="font-family: 'Century Gothic', sans-serif; font-size: 14pt;">Flying by myself was definitely an exciting journey and I really did enjoy it. It helped me be more
confident when talking to people and helped be gain more independence as in
individual. Also, it helped me realize that my parents and I will go to any
extent to get me to a volleyball tournament. Oh, and one last thing. We won our
volleyball tournament. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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MadaBhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03722889075107141127noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5627863838418359969.post-8321046341125653432012-09-13T09:18:00.000-07:002012-09-13T12:15:59.967-07:00Ground Zero.<u style="font-style: italic;">Author's Note: </u> <i>The aniversery of 9/11/01 just happens and it had me thinking. How affected were the lives of the victims and loved ones?We all know the affect that 9/11 had on the people who lost loved ones. This hasn't happened to me so I'm just trying to figure out the emotions of those who have lost ones. This is not part of school work but I wanted to make a piece like this. Feedback is always appreciated!:)</i><br />
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<b id="internal-source-marker_0.6890231044963002" style="font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">“This may seem obsene but I keep living knowing I will see you soon. And I feel this way because life is a race and you have set the pace for now.”-Brittani Taylor</span><br /><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"></span><br /><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">It is a beautiful Tuesday morning in September. I’m at home with a baby in my stomach that </span><br /><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">could come out any minute. As I make coffee, I turn on the morning news and ask “Cream honey?”. “No, I’m already late!”, he says as he butters the toast out of the toaster. This is my husband, my co-worker, and my bestfriend. We both work on floor 87 of the South Twin Tower and who knew on today, September 11th, 2001. That it would collapse. </span><br /><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"></span><br /><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">“I love you!”, he says as he kisses me and the baby goodbye. “Call me right away if you feel as if today is the day, call Cathy to take you to the hospital and I’ll meet you there.” he exclaims as he grabs his briefcase. “Ohh I know the drill! Go, you’ll be late.”, I say as I hand him his coffee. He walked through the door. “I love you too.”, I say louder than normal as I put away the cream and sugar. It’s around 7 o’clock as I check my home desktop for work reports I can type on my computer that are sent from my boss. I feel like, today is the day. Today will be the day my life will change. </span><br /><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"></span><br /><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Its around 8:45 when I look up at the NYC morning news and see a plane hitting the North Twin Tower. Right as the plane hit the tower, I felt a kick in my stomach </span><br /><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"> I just stared in awe, thinking “Is my husband okay?”, “Why on earth did that happen?”, “That kick really hurt.” I look outside of my doorstep and can see the faint city and all of the smoke comming out of that tower. I took a shower and come back out in all clean clothes. And I look down and see that my water just broke. “O, God.” I think. I race to the phone to call my neighbor and great friend Cathy. “Cathy! My water just broke! and Daniel isn’t home!” I say and I grab my bag and cell phone. She races over and we get in her car. It is around 8:59 in the morning. I call Daniel, “Dan! Dan! My water just broke! Are you okay? Are you out of the tower?” I say as we race towards the city to the hospital. “Honey, I’m okay, me and the rest of the people on our floor are still in the building. We are going to leave as soon as possible. Honey! That is great! I’ll meet you at the hospital in te....nn...O.My....OH MY GOD. Rachel, I love you so very much tell our daughter I love her to..o....” he says as I look up at his tower. “NO! OH MY GOD NNO!” I say as I cover my mouth I watched my husband’s tower get hit and all I could see is him looking out of the window seeing that plane comming, and telling me he loved me one last time. All I hear is a ring-------on the phone. “Cathy...he’s dead.”</span><br /><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"></span><br /><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Grace Bennett was born on September 11, 2001. </span><br /><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Daniel Bennett died on September 11, 2001. </span><br /><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"></span><br /><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">The police found parts of his body and identified that this was him. </span><br /><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">I believe that is is all in God’s plan that Grace was born on that day and that I am left a widow from that day. But, why wasn’t it me in that tower instead of him.? </span><br /><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">I join most of New York, grieving the dead. Since it was him and not me I will make the best life for our baby girl that I can.</span><br /><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"></span></b>MadaBhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03722889075107141127noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5627863838418359969.post-38914220065271545252012-09-12T06:31:00.000-07:002012-09-12T06:31:16.968-07:00Whom Can I Trust?<br />
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<i><span style="font-family: Century Gothic, sans-serif; font-size: medium;">Ahh when you smell that crisp fall air
and see my summer tan fading, you know its school time. Welcome back everybody.
I was going through some old work of mine that I never published from last year
and found a few pieces I wanted to post. Now, I post pretty random stuff on
here, stuff that isn’t even homework or part of this class. But frankly, I don’t
care. I feel as if I can publish any work I have on here so on a sadder note. Here is a story I wrote last year about someone who figures out they were adopted. This person is </span><span style="font-family: Century Gothic, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: 19px;">stunned</span></span><span style="font-family: Century Gothic, sans-serif; font-size: medium;"> and angry because they have been lied to their whole life. Here is my first short piece of this school year. Have a great school year
everyone.</span></i><span style="font-family: Century Gothic, sans-serif; font-size: medium;"><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<b id="internal-source-marker_0.3475818522274494" style="font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Make it stop. Just make it stop. </span><br /><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">I’m in a world surrounded with people</span><br /><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">but not one I can trust.</span><br /><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">I can’t imagine that anyone feels the way I do. </span><br /><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">I’ve been lied to. This whole time. </span><br /><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">This whole time, I didn’t know the truth.</span><br /><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">The truth about the world that surrounds me. </span><br /><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">The truth about me. </span><br /><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"></span><br /><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">When you have heard nothing but lies your entire life, who can you trust? I just, don’t know anymore. Where are my parents? I may never know. </span></b>
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MadaBhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03722889075107141127noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5627863838418359969.post-29018046390150960002012-05-17T12:39:00.001-07:002012-05-17T12:39:44.611-07:00Zayn Malik<table><tbody>
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<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: "Century Gothic","sans-serif";"> <i><u>Author's Note: </u>Well we had to write about a truth or a lie, obviously I picked a truth. I feel like I always find a way to write about One Direction in some way. And I think that that's okay. You know? Zayn Malik. </i></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: "Century Gothic","sans-serif";">You
know, don’t ask me why I like Zayn Malik so much. I just, do. Once my cousin
showed me a picture of them for the first time, of course she was Harry Styles
obsessed, (Who isn’t?), but only one boy in that band caught my eye. That boy
was Zayn. Zayn is the dark haired one with beautiful eyes. I think that is what
caught my attention, his eyes. My eyes aren’t really a solid color, they are a
hazel mix but, I wish they were just solid brown. But anyway, I started to
listen to their music and realized that they are actually good. They aren’t
just another boy band, they actually make good and quality music that is worth
listening to. Now, I’m not the teenage girl type to get obsessed with boy bands
but I got to say, One Direction took my breath away. </span></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: "Century Gothic","sans-serif";">I
know, I know, Zayn is 19. And it’s not like I will ever have a chance with him
even if I were around his age but, I don’t care. It’s only 6 years right?
(Yeah, I tried to pull that one on my parents, didn’t work) I just want to meet
him, maybe just say hello? I don’t think he or anyone else in his band try to
be the teenage boy heartthrob that all of the girls go crazy over. They are
just them and people love them for that. Their voices and good looks are just a
plus! I have tickets to their concert in July 2013 and I enter contests to meet
them or get front row tickets pretty much every day. I just want to hang out
with them or meet them at least. I just want him to know I exist. </span></span></div>
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</tbody></table>MadaBhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03722889075107141127noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5627863838418359969.post-13137508255584141682012-05-17T06:35:00.002-07:002012-05-17T06:35:46.145-07:00What The Future Has In Store<span id="internal-source-marker_0.8533315040020486" style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"> <i><u>Author's Note: </u>Hello again, for my creative writing group we were writing about the future. Like everyone else in the world, I'm not sure what the future has in store for me. I wrote this to tell you that your choices today are the choices you have to live with tomorrow. So why not make them good choices? </i></span><br />
<span id="internal-source-marker_0.8533315040020486" style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"><i><br /></i></span><br />
<span id="internal-source-marker_0.8533315040020486" style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;">People
are all different. All people, have different futures in store for
them. Most people wonder about the future. They wonder if they will
succeed or fail in life. It all depends on the choices they make in
their lives. If you make the right choices, your future could almost
guaranteed to be happy. But, even happiness cannot cover up the bad
choices you made in the past. Your life depends on who you are today, so
why not be the best you can be today? Life can be tricky, life can be
hard, but if you make the best of it today, your future will be your
reward. </span>MadaBhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03722889075107141127noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5627863838418359969.post-72303336725182424162012-05-16T12:05:00.000-07:002012-05-18T08:51:36.402-07:00Let The Games Begin.<span id="internal-source-marker_0.798635235497531" style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"> <i><u>Author's Note: </u>In gym class we recently played the Hunger Games in the woods out side of our school it was a lot of fun but it had me thinking, what if I were in the Hunger Games? The Hunger Games is merely a fantastic piece of literature and symbolism that was very well pronounced in 3 novels. I do like the story a lot but, nothing can cover up One Direction. This is just another story that is fun to write and rewrite about. </i></span><br />
<br />
<br />
<span id="internal-source-marker_0.798635235497531" style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;">“Kaylie
mail for you!”, my mom says up the stairs. “Be right there!”, I say as I
place the Hunger Games book down on my desk. “Who’s it from?”, I say as
I take the letter. “The United States Government, did you do anything
wrong?”, my mom says as she watches me open the letter. “No, I never
did.” I say as I start to read the letter. “Dear Kaylie Easterdeen, We
are pleased to inform you that you have been selected to participate in
the 74th annual Summer Program. Your abilities have proved yourself worthy of this honor. Thank you and we hope to see you this
summer. And don’t speak of this to anyone except you and your family.
Sincerely, President Sun.”, I read as I examine the letter. “This is a
great opportunity! And look, it says you are going with....Peter Melik.
He is that nice boy in your English class!”, my mom says as she looks
over the letter. “Wait, if this is the 74th, then why hasn’t anyone ever
heard of it.” I say as I think this could all be a joke. “It’s probably
really secretive.”, my mom says. I say in reply, “That’s weird, in my
book, Katniss just volunteered as tribute.”</span><br />
<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"></span><br />
<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;">My
bags were packed and I grab my book of my desk, I’m at the part where
Katniss and Peeta are on the train. I get in the huge car with black
tinted windows. </span><br />
<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;">When
I get in there are men in black suits, sunglasses, and earpieces. They
didn’t say a word. “Where are we going exactly...”I say since we have
been driving for at least an hour. “It will be another 2 hours.” ,the
man says in a deep dark voice. They have just been sitting there,
staring, at nothing. I know it will be a while so I start to read. I
pull out my book and the men start staring at me and mumbling. I just
bury my face in my book until the car stops and I hear a boom.</span><br />
<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"></span><br />
<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;">The
man opens my door and I step out and see a platform that can lower
under ground. I’m told to step on it. When I do it lowers to the
underground and I see a medicine bed and a bunch of stylists. They don’t
say a word. All they do change my clothes and fix my hair into a braid.
Wow, just like Katniss. “What is going on, why are you dressing me up
like Katniss, WAIT. Am I in the Hunger Games?”, I say as the stylists
finish and one of them places his finger over my mouth and places a
mockingJay pin on my jacket. I am Katniss. </span><br />
<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"></span><br />
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<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;">I
place my book in my small bag and they take away my phone and
everything else. In the book, I am at the part where the tributes are
on the podiums where the hunger games begins. Just like what’s gonna
happen to me. I am told to stand on the podium as it rises and I see 23
other people in the same position, confused. I turn to my right and see
Peter, him and Peeta are identical. I look around and see all of these
teenagers that look exactly like the other tributes in the book. Did the
government try to reenact the Hunger Games? I guess this has been going
on for longer than the time the book came out. Why am I Katniss?</span><br />
<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"></span><br />
<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;">5...4...3...2...1.
Everyone starts to run to the center where all of the weapons are. I
start to sprint to the bow and arrow because it’s the only thing I know
how to use. (since I took lessons as a kid.) I sprint into the woods but
before I do, I see people slaughtering each other in the center or the
Cornucopia. I guess this is real, this is the Hunger Games. I run as far
as I can in the woods. I find a tree to climb and through my bag up on
one of the branches. I climb up to the tree to the top. I look around
but all that I can find is my book....WAIT! Thats it! My book! I can
read that to see what happens next and what I should do. I don’t know if
my character, Katniss, lives or dies, but I guess I’m going to find
out. </span><br />
<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"></span><br />
<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;">I’m
half way through the book and I have done everything that Katniss did.
I’m at the part where the careers are looking for me in the woods. Just
as I finish that chapter I hear, “Hey look, There she is! Common guys.
Let’s get her.”, The big tall one says. That must be the Cato. I turn
and run. As I sprint I figure I have to climb a tall tree to make sure
they can’t catch me. I start to climb and Cato is right behind me. I get
to a branch and pull out my bow and arrow and point it straight at him,
I miss. “I’ve got you now!”,He grabs on to an unsteady branch and
falls. “Lets wait here guys, she will come down sometime.”, Cato says to
the other careers. They set up camp under my tree and I keep reading my
book, it says that there is a tracker jacker hive nearby and Katniss
gets stung by one. It says she has unimaginable illusions. Now, I don’t
want that to happen to me. So I wake up early look around, find the
nest, and grab one of my bow and arrows and start to cut the branch. It
cuts and falls right on them and has the same effect like in the book. I
couldn’t believe it worked! I really felt like Katniss right here well
without the hallucinations.</span><br />
<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"></span><br />
<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;">I
followed everything the book said and I’m still alive but, in the book,
the people of the captial were watching your every move. Now, its just
the people of the government. Now I’m at the part of the story where
Katniss reunites with Peeta and defeats Cato. I found Peter while
running from Fox face and we hid in the cave just like the book. Lucky
for me, Peter wasn’t wounded. We had got to know each other well, he
looked exactly like Peeta which was a bonus, but I had to focus on being
Katniss and winning the games. Peter and I fought Cato and won. Peter
grabbed me and said “Kaylie? Kaylie?” I woke up in the middle of English
to Peter’s voice. “Kaylie? Wake up we are starting a new book and I
grabbed you a copy” He hands it to me and smiles. It was the Hunger
Games.</span>MadaBhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03722889075107141127noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5627863838418359969.post-9055567394058900732012-05-15T08:37:00.002-07:002012-05-15T08:37:29.029-07:001D Day!<span id="internal-source-marker_0.48140101805856395" style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"> <u><i>Author's Note: </i></u><i>In our writing circles, we had to create a holiday that needed to be made up. Of course I did a One Direction holiday! They are my favorite band and Zayn is really dreamy. I hope you enjoy this short paragraph. </i><i><br /></i></span><br />
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<span id="internal-source-marker_0.48140101805856395" style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;">If
I could create a holiday, what would it be? One Direction Day of
course. This would be a day where only the true directioners could get
out of school or work and all go to celebrate One Direction and all of
their beauty. One Direction music would be playing throughout every town
and city in the world. All of the boys in the band would be in London,
performing for their home country. (Well, except for Niall) And Skyler
Bohn and I would always be invited to go from row because I made up this
holiday. After the concert Skyler and I would spend the rest of the day
with them in England. Everyone else in the world would just be
listening to One Direction. </span><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;">It
would be an amazing day that would land on July 23rd because this was
the date that One Direction became a band on the X-Factor (or that is
what I’ve been told.). This day would be amazing and filled with One
Direction. I can’t dream of a better day. </span>MadaBhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03722889075107141127noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5627863838418359969.post-64547178923138564762012-05-14T16:37:00.003-07:002012-05-14T16:37:32.199-07:00Exictment That Turns To Tragedy<span id="internal-source-marker_0.6059426927239265" style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"></span><i><u>Author's Note: </u>Just another horror story in my creative writing circle. It has the same characters that the one I posted in October of 2011 had but in a different setting and story line. Just a little something I typed up for the catagory of horror. Please enjoy. </i><br />
<i> </i><br /><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;">“I
can’t wait!”, Addie says as we get out of the car. “Yeah, tell me about
it, that car ride was so long!”, Tyler says as she gets out of the
drivers seat. “Haha, I know! But it will all be worth it!”, Adam says as
she walks out of the passanger’s seat. “Wait, why are there no cars
here?”, Addie says as she looks around the empty parking lot. “They said
it would be open today on their website.” Tyler says as she checks her
phone. “Well, maybe just no ones here yet, which means short lines!”,
Addie says as she runs to the counter. “Tickets please.”, the elder man
says at the counter with a creepy grin on his face. “I’ve got them.”,
Adam says as she hands the tickets to the man. “Hey, why is there no one
here yet, the park opened an hour ago?”, Tyler says to the man. “More
fun for you...”, the man says as he points to the gate. “Sounds good
with me!”, Addie says as she runs and Adam and Tyler follow. As they
enter, the gate slams behind them and the lock was put on. </span><br /><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"></span><br /><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;">“Lets
go on Superman! It has the biggest drop!”, Addie says. “Lets do that
last, that’s always the best closer ride.”, Tyler says. “I vote
batman!”, Adam says as she points towards that part of the park. “Wait,
why are all of the coasters running...there is no-one here.” Tyler says
as she looks around. “Well at least the workers are here.”, Addie says
as she sees all of them staring at the girls. “This is kinda creeps
guys.” Adam says. “Well we’re at the front of the line so lets go on.”</span><br /><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"></span><br /><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;">As
the girls get in their seats, the roller-coaster worker says “Enjoy
your ride....” she says as she starts to laugh as she presses the
button. “Guys....I don’t like this....GET ME OFF!” Addie says as her
panic attack starts. “This is super sketch guys.”, Adam says.
“Guys.....hold on.” Tyler says as the first drop happens. Everything
goes black as they go through a tunnel. Addie screams as hard as she
can. “Addie hold on! It’s not that bad. Addie?” Adam says as she turns
and Addie isn’t there. “TYLER! ADDIE’S GONE!”, Adam screams as she
starts to shake. “ADDIE! Oh my god GET ME OFF THIS RIDE!”, Tyler screams
as the last drop happens. The ride stops and Adam and Tyler push their
way out of the harness and the roller-coaster conductor says “How was
it.....She will not return. So don’t try to look.”The roller-coaster
conductor says as she comes near Adam and Tyler. “Oh my god.” They yell
as they start to run. </span><br /><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"></span><br /><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;">“We
have to find her Adam!”, Tyler says as they start to run to the gate.
“Wait...look! Addie is at the top of Superman!” Adam says as she tries
to see what she is hanging on. “It’s definitely not a train car!” Adam
says as they start to sprint to the roller coaster. They go through all
of the lines and get to the train car. “You must ride to the top to save
your friend who is hanging.” A whole line of creepy roller-coaster
conductors say. Adam and Tyler strap in and keep a harness open for when
they have to save Addie. They get to the top and Addie tries to climb
into the car because it makes a sudden stop. “Addie hold on!”, Adam says
as she tries to get Addie in the car. The car makes a sudden jerk and
Addie slips and starts to fall. “ADDIE!” Tyler and Adam scream as they
see their best friend fall to her death. </span><br /><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"></span><br /><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;">“Ohh
my god Tyler!”, Adam says as her tears are clouding her vision. They
both look towards the rest of the coaster and see that all of the pieces
are breaking until the whole rest of the roller-coaster is broken
pieces on the ground. “ADAM!” Tyler screams as the roller-coaster
plummets faster than ever straight into the air after they came from the
drop. They scream as the coaster plunges to the ground not on any
track. </span>MadaBhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03722889075107141127noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5627863838418359969.post-49692589088396380532012-05-10T08:55:00.000-07:002012-05-10T08:55:37.019-07:00One Direction<span id="internal-source-marker_0.6410245111060243" style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"></span><br />
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<i><u>Author Note: </u>This is just like a fan-fiction. It is suppose to be a love story and I guess it kind of is, but it is between Skyler and Harry. This is a Creative- Writing-Piece that was in a group with. Enjoy!</i><br />
<i> </i><br /><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;">“That
concert so amazing.” Skyler said, still shocked from seeing Harry in
person from the front row. “Oh I know, I can’t believe it!, Zayn looked
at me and stared!”, Mada said still shaking after Zayn looked at her. “Yeah right! There were so many girls there. It could
have been anyone.” Skyler says in disbelief. “Oh don’t lie, you think
that Harry’s wink was straight to you!”, Mada comments. “Well, he did!”
Skyler says lightly defending her case. We were in Chicago, shopping
after the One Direction concert that was at the arena only 20 minutes
away. We walked right into Ralph Lauren on Michigan Ave. Mada still had
her Zayn Malik jacket on, (which was custom made because Zayn’s
trademark is a leather varsity jacket) and Skyler still wore her loose
curls with a British flag shirt. Our makeup was flawless and our hair
fell just perfectly. “Sky, I’m going to go look at the button up
shirts.”, Mada says. “Okay, I’ll meet you at the register.”, Sky says with
her eye on a cute summer time dress. Mada has so many shirts in her
hand because she can never make up her mind. She quickly turns around
and bumps right into someone with a lot of polo sweaters in their hands.
They both fell while laughing. “Here let me help you with that.”, the
boy says. Mada looks up and see’s his deep brown eyes staring right at
her, his smile was captivating as a fireworks show and his hair was unbelievable. “Oh my
god.”, Mada thinks as she takes his hand. “It’s Zayn Malik”. </span><br /><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"></span><br /><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;">“You
should buy that you know”, someone says right in Skyler’s ear. “You
would look perfect in it.” Sky makes a subtle turn and her eyes are
fixed on his smile. “Oh....thanks.”, She says as he literally takes her
breath away. “Hey, don’t I know you from somewhere?”, Harry says
willingly. “Oh, me and my friend Mada sat front row at your a few hours
ago.”, Skyler says as she is recapping what just happened.”That’s it;) ,
wow you’re a pretty dedicated fan.”, Harry says while thinking then
that he knew he had to find her. “I guess so;)”, Skyler says with a
flirty smile. “Hey, was your friend the brunette? Zayn wouldn’t shut-up
about how he had to meet her.”, Harry says. “Oh yeah, she was wearing
the Z varsity jacket.” Skyler says trying to hide her nervousness. Then
they both turn around and see Zayn and Mada hand in hand with huge
smiles. “Wanna all go out to dinner?”, Zayn says as he looks at Harry
and Skyler. “Sure, but let me buy her this dress first....what is your
name love?”, Harry says as he turns to Skyler. “Skyler;)” Skyler says as
she grabs his hand. Harry looks at her and smiles, “Skyler Styles, what
a beautiful name.”</span>MadaBhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03722889075107141127noreply@blogger.com0