Action to Result

Author's Note: This is my Cause/ Effect Short Response for the story, The Perks of Being a Wallflower. 

The story I will be introducing will be the story of The Perks of Being a Wallflower.  There 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.

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 been the same without this event occurring. 

Resolving a Conflict

Author's Note: This is for my reading circle about conflict and short response. I am doing the Perks Of Being A Wallflower.

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.

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. 

Happiness.

Author's Note: I have been working on this piece as free write work, but I realized that I could use it as our newest assignment. Mr. Graf showed us a piece about happiness, now I made this piece about happiness and dreams a while ago before I saw this piece so don't believe I stole from that author. But I realized this would be perfect for this assignment. This piece shows the raw emotion of how dreams impact our lives and make us individuals. And this can make us, happy. Feedback is very much appreciated so please feel free to do so. Thank you.

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 and sometimes you can’t help but to give in to their commands. But why?

As 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 that so much to ask?

People did shut him down. People told him he was too big of a dreamer and that he dreamt 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 will never stop dreaming so big because I don’t care how realistic you want me to be, dreams make me happy.

When 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.

Happiness 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.

Book Ad: The Perks of Being a Wallflower

Author's Note: This is my retelling of the book: The Perks of Being a Wallflower. This book can easily be the best book I have ever read only because I could relate to the feelings that the boy was having in the book. This is part of  a Book Advertisement in our reading center. 

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.

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.

I Can Fly

Author's Note:  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 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. 

'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.

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.

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.

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.

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 family once again.

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.

Ground Zero.

Author's Note:  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!:)


“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

It is a beautiful Tuesday morning in September. I’m at home with a baby in my stomach that
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.

“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.

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
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.”

Grace Bennett was born on September 11, 2001.
Daniel Bennett died on September 11, 2001.

The police found parts of his body and identified that this was him.
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.?
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.

Whom Can I Trust?

Author’s Note: 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 stunned 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.

Make it stop. Just make it stop.
I’m in a world surrounded with people
but not one I can trust.
I can’t imagine that anyone feels the way I do.
I’ve been lied to. This whole time.
This whole time, I didn’t know the truth.
The truth about the world that surrounds me.
The truth about me.

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.