It seems like....

 Every day I see and hear people constantly talking about how they are wanting to date someone they like but can't because of "circumstances." I though about it for a while myself and I wondered. If you can't be with them then isn't it better just to be friends. I heard one that truly stood out to me so I'll tell it to you. I heard that there was this kid, and he was gay. This gay kid has a very close friend that he likes. I didn't ask why. His friend however is straight so no matter how much it upsets him there is nothing he can do. His friend also doesn't know that he is a homosexual. If that is the case then isn't it better to be straight friends than a gay nothing. I thought and thought but nothing came to mind. What's your take on this.

Cannot believe what I saw today

So I was sitting outside of my resource teacher's classroom like I do every school day and all of a sudden right behind me I see a bug. It was a big nasty bug, and I was scared to death. I was looking into my backpack to grab my book I read and sitting on one of the hallway lockers is a huge cockroach. It wasn't close to me but I still wigged out. Those things are evil, and they are sooo gross. I was all anxious afterwards because I thought it was still near me even though one of my friends stepped on it for me. Why was I still worried? Because the smoosh pile disappeared and I didn't move it. THAT is why I was still worried. I definitely do not like bugs. Especially the nasty creepy crawly kinds of bugs. 

Something Far Beyond

Sometimes when your going through life it kinda feels like your looking toward a big hill. No matter how much you run toward that hill though it seems like you will never reach that hill. What is so important about that hill? Why is it so important that you reach that hill? These are the questions we should be asking yourself when you try to get to that hill, but what does that hill represent? Another good question is what would be behind that hill. There are so many different choices as to what people might think is behind that hill. Comment and tell me what you think is behind that hill. Some believe that there is a portal to a world beyond behind that hill. Others think a place so exotic, your life would never be the same. Truth is, no matter how hard you think about the object behind the hill, you would never honestly know what's there. There are many goals you will always want to reach, but how many will you actually attempt? Hard to know and as long as you have those goals, life will never be meaningless.

Free Write

So today has been pretty good to me. I have enjoyed just about every class I have been in. Well except peer tutoring. I did not enjoy it because they did an in class quiz and I can't really help with those much. But my other classes were great. Saw at least 4 people dressed up as cats. I, on the other hand was going to dress up but my ideas wouldn't float well with my dad. He has never seen me in eyeliner and he would throw a fit with nail polish. I only didn't do it because he would be picking me up from yearbook today and turns out we didn't even have yearbook. Oh, such a bummer, it's no big deal though. I am just going to do it later when I dress up like a goth kid and go trick or treating. Just have to find someone to go with me. I wonder though, do goth kids wear lipstick? Well, even if they do I probably wouldn't go that far. I love dressing up but that might be a stretch. Gonna go enjoy myself so, See Ya!

I Love Creative Writing

I love going to not-so surprise parties. Better than reading in a closet that is for sure. Tons of fun, definitely glad I didn't skip out like I had planned to today.

A Character Note.

From Heather to Amelia:

Dear Amelia, 
   I don't know how much more of this I can take. I love the parts of my life that aren't nightmares, and I love my job and you, my best friend, but I still hate going home every day. I am beginning to think that it would be easier if I were a night shift employee instead of an afternoon employee. If I were a night shifter then maybe when I got home my dad would already be passed out on the couch. Oh but I am just getting so tired of all this nonsense. I guess that's life though, however bad it may suck it has to eventually get better, right? I am still determined to get out of this terrible town. I sound like such a pitiful mess, don't I? Well I am taking you with me, so it doesn't matter. It's too bad your not going to get to read this until tomorrow. Ugh, now I had better go, I think I heard a noise downstairs and that is never a good sign. Write me when you read this. 
                                                     Your best friend, 
                                                                   Heather 

A Change In My Days?

Well today has been good, compared to normal. No hassle this morning and I found out I have plans I didn't even know about. Even if they are being forced on me it still sounds like fun. Both things I wouldn't exactly do on my own. I'm not exactly expecting much from it but a good time with my friends. Of coarse they made these plans secretly but one told me about them and then the other demanded I come with or she will drag me there against my will. My friends, certainly not your normal group of people. On the other hand though, who is?

My Wonderful Pirate Story

The One That Got Away

Joshua Coleman, Shelby Meseberg, Joanie Myers

On a old creaking landlubber there was a grumpy pirate crew. All that you would  hear is the chanty of their voices. They were out at sea looking for the huge fish that ate the buried booty 13 years ago. The scurvys were crashing down on us as we continued to chase the fish. It was a giant wave heading toward us when we saw the fish. He was massive and happy as can be. He jumped into the air with his muthe wide open showing us the treasure deep down inside it’s jugular as if he was tranting us.That’s when I knew that we had to kill the beast to get our treasure. But before I knew it, I lost sight of him. We all thought he was in Davy Jones’ locker. That is what sank me.

Then all of the sudden he was jumping out of the water, heading straight toward us. He got closer and closer and finally he was practically jumping over us. We shot at him and attempted to rope him younder. Nothing could take that giant fish down.I was starting to get very upset with crew, yelling at all’ em dogs. I wanted that treasure and that fish to be dead. He had my treasure and he was going to pay for that.

That’s when I got out my gun and started shooting like a real pirate would. Bam, bam, bam. I couldn’t stop me own self. Man, that fish really made me angry. All of the sudden the dang fish made a terronic sound. He vealed into the air and right onto the poop deck. “Ahoy!” we all yelled and me’ hearties ran towards the fish “Gangway!” the cap’n said. We got close and shot at the fish a couple more times. He was dead. We took our swords and cut at him like the piece of addled meat that he is. Slicing and hitting we made our way through to the stomach. We found bones to humans and small doubloons from the treasure but only a couple. There was not any treasure. Angrily I sliced at him some more. He didn’t have what I wanted. We all were frustrated and upset. We gathered the coins we had found only about $100 worth.

That’s when I realized that the fish we had killed was not the same fish with the treasure in his mouth. Then it made me more angry when not even two seconds later, we saw another huge fish that looked actually like the one we had just killed. When this mighty big fish jumped out of the water, I saw the treasure. I saw me treasure in the mouth of that horrible beast.

“Men!! Kill ye giant fish right over there!” I hauled at the top of my lungs while pointing my huge finger in the direction. “I won’t let that dang fish hornswaggle me out of me treasure!”

All at once me men started swabbled at the beast in front of us,but they were missing horribly as if their mothers were shooting the dang gun.
“Keel that fish or I’ll keelhaul you!” I kept screaming at the men. I really wanted that fish to be dead. And not even one of me guys were really working to keel that fish.
I got tired of yelling at them that I just decided to go get a drink. After I got me drink, I swam back out to the deck to watch me men be idiots. Before I knew it, I was loaded to the gunwall.
That’s when I knew that me men and I would never get the fish of my minds and me treasure back from the devil. So I steckond there drinking away my sadness and until I was squiffy. Then I  couldn’t remember why me men were shooting into the open sea.

Great.. Ya know

Not Me
Hmm, well everyday seems to blend together. Sometimes it is just so hard to push on like I do. People have been getting so annoying and I don't have the heart to speak up. All someone like me can do is push it off and hope it goes away, but sometimes it just doesn't work and no matter how hard I try to ignore it, I know that I will have to go back to it again to face the exact same problem the next day. Will it ever cease? You got me.

OH MY GOSH! WHY ME?

WENT TO THE DENTIST. SUCKED. GOT IN THE CAR WITH MY DRINK THINKING, "I FEEL LIKE TAKING A DRINK." OPEN IT AND IT FIZZES ALLL OVER THE PLACE! I AM UPSET!!!

Chicken Little




A long time ago, a little chicken named Chicken Little lived on a beautiful farm. Because he could not see he was forced to wear glasses and was made fun of a lot. Clowns came to the farm to take the tiny chicken away. Did the clowns have a hard to to catch him? Every time those clowns come for the chicken and children it scared pants off of them (animals don’t have pants but in the movie they do). “Forget you” said the chicken to the clown. Gently the chicken kicked the clown thinking he was tough. Having hurt his foot Chicken Little yelled, “I hurt my foot by kicking a clown!” he said as he screamed in pain. Jumping on one foot, he hobbled around as if he broke it. Keeping his leg elevated he began to rest.
“Let me see it,” said his dad. “Must be broken, judging by the bone sticking out.” he said.
“No, it can’t be broken because I need it,” said Chicken Little crying. “Opening day for soccer is tomorrow.” Placing a hammer beside Chicken Little his dad said, “This will fix it.” Questioning his work, chicken little went along with what he was doing. Realizing that what he had just done may or may not work scared him partially, but he had faith and hope for what he did. So they had all the fate they could have. Terrified of what would happen, he grabbed the hammer and smacked the bone into place. Under intense pain he screams at the top of his lungs hoping for some relief when it is over.
“Vixon!” he cried. With tremendous effort, Chicken Little stood upon his horrific looking leg.
“Xylophone, I`m going to play you a song.”
“YAY!” she cried. Zerbras started to run by trampling everyone!

Photos from photoshopstar