Assignment 7: Emily Dickinson Tuesday, May 15 2012 

Emily Dickinson


I hope you enjoy!!


Monday, May 14 2012 

Lose one and gain another…..but what if I lose both? I don’t want to lose both!

Un-forgetful Past Monday, May 14 2012 

People say that good things come to those who wait. They lie. For many years I have prayed for help and have cried my self to sleep. I have done nothing but wait for someone to rescue me from this horrible life that I live.  I don’t think  many people understand, because just over a month ago my friends and I were goofing off and out of no where I say with a serious face, “my parents hit me” they all stop and stare at me and say “Yeah right Nikki. Your parents could never do that. They don’t even seem like the types of parents who would do that.” With a little chuckle to try to cover it, I say “Yeah, your probably right.” Then we continued to talk about what was for lunch that day and what we were all going to do for the weekend. I guess no one took me seriously, cause I don’t lie. I mean, who would think that the most popular girl in the school would have a horrible home life. who could possibly even begin to believe it. Just because I prefer to act like nothing’s wrong at home and I always have a smile on my face doesn’t mean that nothing is going on.
When I am at home, I try to do nothing but just hang out in my room when my dad’s home. I just don’t want to be caught in his line of fire when he gets home from work nor do I want to be around my mom when she drinks all her sorrows away. So I stay in my room or I go to my friends’ houses to hang out with them and to get away. I also don’t mind to appear at occasional parties that certain people throw. Yes, I am a party girl and yes that is my reputation and I do keep up with it no matter what goes on around me. I am forced to live a lie my whole life. I have to keep full composure of my life when around my friends and other family members, just so they don’t see straight through me. I never want anyone to know whats going on in my life.
About a week ago, I am in the locker room changing my clothes for Gym, and as I was taking off my jacket my friend Ashton turned around and saw a bruise on my right shoulder. “What’s that?” she asked. Trying to hide it I threw my jacket back on and said “It’s…it’s nothing”. I slammed my locker shut and started to head towards the door, but she stood in front of me, grabbed my arm and snatched my sleeve down and pointed at it “that doesn’t look like nothing to me” she exclaimed. “Leave it alone Ashton.” I pull up the sleeve again and take off out the locker room door.
“Excuse me Ms. Baker.” Mr. Hooker said to me as I left the locker room, but I didn’t stop. I kept going and something made me keep going. I have never disobeyed another adult before in my life but something over powered me and forced me to keep walking. “Ms. Baker.” That’s all I heard as I kept walking down the hallway, and some how I kept walking until I came to the main entrance of the school. As Mr.Hooker continued to fallow me down the hallway,  I came to a stop and  looked over to my left and saw John, a guy that I swore that I would never hang around, standing against the wall and he was waiting on someone to meet up with him. For some reason this feeling over powered me and I walked up to him and gave him a very long powerful kiss.”Wanna get out of here?” I asked. Amazed he said “Sure.” As we walked out of the school Mr. Hooker that poor pathetic PE teacher thought that he could stop but that wasn’t possible because I decided that I was tired of waiting and that it was time for me to control my own life .
When we arrived to his bike I said, “we are not riding that.” “Well I am not riding in your pretty little car.” He replied.
“Excuse me but my car is not pretty nor is it little. You know what, hold on.” I grab my phone and text Matthew, my brother and ask him if I could use his car. Once I got a reply I looked at it and said “Okay, lets go.” we hopped into my brother’s car, and drove off with the music blaring and the top down. It felt amazing, to have the wind flow through my hair, almost as if I were finally free of my old self. I had never felt that way before in my life.
“Not like I care, but where are we going?” John asks.
“I don’t know, and quit frankly I couldn’t care less. I just wanted to leave.” I replied. He looked at me almost as if he understood where I was coming from. I finally just looked at him and said “I know where we could go, but if I take you there you must promise that you will turn off your cell phone and that you won’t tell any one where we are going.” “What are you going to kill me or something?” he asks sarcastically. “Or Something” I said chuckling. I turned up the music and said, “Just enjoy the ride.”
“Don’t you think that you should slow down a little?” John asked me. Suddenly I looked down and realized that I was going twenty miles over the speed limit and right as I was going to slow down, we passed a cop car on the side of the road. The next thing I know we are getting pulled over by that cop. When that cop started to get out of his car I started freaking out. I looked over at John and he whispered to me “Relax, and just be respectful.” I looked out my rear view mirror and watch as the cop walked towards my car. He was a well built man, probably in his early thirties, wearing dark sunglasses and looked like the typical cop. He had a look on his face almost as if he were thinking that he hated teenagers. Which is completely understandable because even I hate most teenagers, because they can be quit nosy and annoying. As soon as that cop removed his glasses and did his little crooked smile I realized who it was.
With a grin on my face I looked at the cop and said “Hey you!”
With a grin he replies”Well well well. What do we have here?” Nods his head towards me and says “Nikki”
“Mr. Jones” I nodded back
“You know this guy?” John asked.
“Yeah, he’s kind of my Uncle.”
“Kind of?”
“Long story, I’ll explain later.”
“Do you have any idea why I pulled you over Nikki?”
“Let me guess…Umm, because you wanted my dad’s new number?” I replied, but as doing so John slightly slapped my arm and said “Nikki?” I looked back atr him and shook my head. I looked back at Mr.Jones and with a big sigh he said, “I hate to break this to you Nikki but I am going to have to write you a ticket for going twenty miles over the speed limit.” “Oh come on Mr. Jones, please don’t do that. I was trying to slow down as soon as I realized…” Cutting me off he states an excuse that he has heard before. “That I was right in front of you on the side of the road??” “No, I was going to say when I realized that I speeding, well actually when John realized that I was speeding.” He stops writing the ticket and gives me a real long look. “Oh come on Uncle Mike, just please put down the pen. Oh and mom also wanted me to give you these.” I hand him a box of cookies. He stares at me and says “Okay, look Nikki, Only because I know that this is your first time speeding, I won’t write you a ticket but you must never do this again.” “Yes sur.” I replied.
As he started to walk off, I looked at John and said, “Now, that’s how you do it.” I slide back on my sun glasses and we pull of. John does a quick chuckle and slides back down into his seat.
We finally pulled into our destination, which is an log cabin about 2 miles away from my house. I hadn’t been there in two years, to be honest before that day I had forgotten all about my hide out. I didn’t really find the need of going since I started high school, and started going to parties just to be able to get out of the house. We walked into the door and everything was just the way that I had left it. You’d of thought that we were looking at a picture. Kind of like one of those pictures that came in the frame that you bought from a store. I placed my keys down on the small table by the door and turned on all the lights. As I walked into another room I yelled towards John and said “Make yourself at home”.
“So what are we doing here exactly?” John asked.
“I used to come here all the time when I was in middle school, so that I could umm…” I hesitated to say the rest of that sentence, and thought to myself… can I trust him? Should I tell him? “So that I could just be alone for a little while” I continued as I sat down on the couch next to him handing him an open bottle of soda, while I had started to drink mine.
“Yeah right, I know you Nikki and you never want to be alone.”
I raised my voice at him and said “You don’t know me.”
“Nikki you and I have been going to the same school since fourth grade and not once have I seen you alone in some corner of the room.” He replies.
“Yeah but that is just while I am at school” I replied.
“But, still Nikki”
I interrupted him and yelled “Just leave it alone John!” I got up and went back into the kitchen to get a bag of chips. As I stood there pouring the chips in the bowl I thought of the good days, where nothing went wrong and everything was fine. I started thinking about my brothers and sisters, and then I thought about the day it all changed. I started to get tears in my eyes. I wiped them off and went back into the living room. When I walked into the living room, John was standing by the bookshelf looking at some all family photos, and there it was, a photo of my older brother. He pointed at it and said, “Who’s this guy?” I ran straight for the photo and said “give me that, that’s not supposed to be there.”
“Who is it?” John asked
Hesitating to answer I look up at him with a tear in my eye and said”Just someone that I was once closed to.”
“Understood. Note to self don’t ask about family.” he stated sarcastically.
Thinking back on it, I should have just told him the story right then and there but I left it alone. It would have just killed me to talk about what had happened, knowing that it had been my fault, well at least that’s what my mom says to me every night. I wanted so badly to tell him right then and there but I just couldn’t bring myself to letting the words leave my mouth. So I just told him “Lets watch some TV”. Next thing I know he turns the television off and sits down next to me and says. “I’ve got a better idea, how about we sit here and talk about who that guy is and why you can’t stand to talk about your family.” Don’t ask me what made him say that, cause I honestly didn’t know why he wanted to talk. As I sat there on the couch I had noticed that I felt a tear running down the side of my face. I stared at him for what had felt like an hour in my mind but I couldn’t understand why someone like him wanted to just talk about what I was thinking about or what I had been going through.
“I’d rather just watch Face Off rather than sit here and talk about things that don’t matter. I’d rather sit her and tare my toe nails off one by one then sit here and tell you what’s going on with my family. Do understand that?” I expressed. Right after I said that I turned back on the television and changed it to movie. That’s when he decided to grab the remote from my hand and he turned the TV back off. The tears started to fall down faster. “hey, what’s your problem? Can’t you see that I don’t want to talk about this John.” Just by looking at his face you could tell that he honestly didn’t care. I finally decided that he wasn’t going to leave it alone so I decided to go with “Plan B.” Okay” I had told him “but, if I have to do this then I will need a drink first.” So, I got off the couch and got two drinks, one for him and one for me. We sat there for hours talking about everything. We talked about topics from what happened to the guy in the picture and how it was my fault, to why I wanted to just get away for a day, earlier that day. By the end of night I found my self laying next to him at three o’clock in the morning crying my eyes out.

Wedding Day Friday, Mar 23 2012 

Wedding Day

By: Karris Thompson

Elegant and poise is what the crowd sees,
as she walks down the aisle.
Every step she takes,
is a step towards her new future with the one she loves.

With every step came a tear.
With every tear came a smile.
With every smile came a fear of what could go wrong.
With every fear came a sense of comfort from the father that walked along the side of her.

She stands waiting for the words I Do.
With every minute spent waiting,
Comes with sweaty palsms, and nervous laughs.
The moment the words come the crowd stands and watches the newly wed couple leave.
Smiles and laughter are all the couple hears as they run down the aisle together.
They do their finale wave and drive off.

Assignment 6- The Lyre Bird Friday, Mar 23 2012 

Have you ever sat down on your porch with a cup of coffee at six o’clock in the morning just to listen to birds? I have and they sound so beautiful just singing in their nests. Have you ever thought to yourself, whether or not the birds could imitate things that they hear, like for example a car alarm or a chain saw? I mean if a parrot can sit in its cage and repeat every thing that someone says, why couldn’t another bird repeat every sound that it hears? Well there’s a bird called the lyre bird and to me it is one of the most amazing birds out there. The bird imitates every sound that it has heard in the past, and that to me is beautiful. I know it’s weird to say that a bird imitating every sound that it hears is beautiful, but to me it truly is. I honestly don’t know how to explain it, I guess it’s because I love animals or something but I’m not really sure.

Now even though listening to birds imitating everything is beautiful to me, the only thing that is disturbing about it is that fact that the bird can imitate a car alarm or a chain saw. This is showing us that people are destroying the homes of beautiful creatures. We are invading their territory, and that is a problem. Everyday we see dead animals on the side of the road, well that is only because we are tearing their homes down and we’re destroying their territory. Many complain about there being to many animals, well mabey there are just too many humans, honestly people why is it that we force the animals to find new habitats, how would you like it if the animals did that to us?

The Scarlet Letter Wednesday, Feb 29 2012

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Lyrics By Shinedown Saturday, Feb 4 2012 


Whisper in the yard and turn the trees all into toys
Lay there on the ground, and turn the dirt into your joy
From what I see and what I know, it’s all been boring lately
So I suggest we trade a question mark in for a maybe
Time your riddles right, and make a point that has no sense
Make sure that you’re smiling, and the money’s been well spent
Innocence and ignorance, it all goes hand in hand
I’m not sure that I’m right, but I hope you’ll understand
I hope that you’re still searching for the start that has no end
And all the plastic people have now become your friends
Before you start to drift and your soul begins to scream
I just wanted to tell you that you’re listening to a dream
Note from Blogger: This has got to be my favorite poem/song by a band!!!

Daddy?!? Friday, Feb 3 2012 

“Hey, turn the music down Justin, we’re about to turn on to my street.” She says while lightly slapping his arm. “I really don’t want my parents to catch me coming home this late let alone coming home this late with my boyfriend.”
“Well what about them seeing you with your shirt inside out, do you want them to catch you with that??” He says looking up at her with a crooked smile and a chuckle.
Freaking out, she looks down at her shirt. “Wait what?!?”
“I’m kidding babe, I’m kidding. Just relax!! Trust me, you put it back on right.”
Slapping his arm even harder this time. “Don’t do that to me! I almost had a heart attack.”
As the truck pulls into the driveway she slowly leans over the gear shift and gives him a kiss good night. She starts to hear a knock at the car window. She looks up and it’s her Dad standing in the drive way. He originally came out for a smoke, but found his baby girl making out with another eighteen year old in a truck outside of his own house.
“Dad?!?” She says in confusion as Justin rolls down the window. “What are you doing here?” See she didn’t know it but her dad had just gotten back from a business trip in Texas and he had been gone for two months.
“I think the better question is why the hell are you not in bed right now? Also, why are you in a truck with an eighteen year old boy making out with him at two o’clock in the morning? Now I want an answer young lady and I want it now”
“I’m sorry sure…”
He points a finger at Justin and gives him a look that all boy friends wish that they never had to see. “Hush it boy, I don’t want to hear anything from you right now. Actually it’s just best that you leave right now!!”
“But Daddy”
“No buts Angelica!! Tell him bye!”
“Look babe it’s okay, I’ll just call you tomorrow.” Leans in to give her a kiss, but as soon as he does her dad grabs her arm and says “I believe it’s time for you to go.” “Yes sur’ he replies.” Justin gets into his truck and pulls off.
“Daddy, how could you?”
“How could I what? You had no right being out this late with a guy that I don’t even know.”
“He’s my boy friend daddy, I just went to his house this afternoon to study and well we kind of fell asleep on his bed and he didn’t want to wake me…even though I told him that I had to be home by at least ten o’clock tonight.” She exclaims. ” Mom already knew that I was over there.”
“Yeah well frankly I could care less what happened this afternoon, you can consider yourself to be grounded young lady.” She interrupts by saying “But Daddy, I already told you..” “I don’t care what you already told me. Your mom sad to be home by ten and you were home by two o’clock”
“Now get in the house and go straight up to your room and DO NOT wake up you mom.” he says as Angelica slams the door shut.
Once Angelica enters her room she takes out her cell phone and texts Justin telling her that she loves him and apologizing for what happened. She gets a reply that say “I love you too Angel and I hope you get a good nights rest. Night” She lays the phone down and goes to sleep.

Untitled Friday, Feb 3 2012 

“Hey, you okay Ashley?” He asks approaching her cautiously as he saw her sitting in the hallway
She lightly shakes her head. “No” she replies.
“Hey, I’ll catch up with you later after lunch Logan.” He says as he taps his arm.
“What are you not hungry?”
“Not really, besides I think I need to be here with Ashley.”
“Okay, cool” Logan replies
Jason walks over to Ashley and sits down next to her and she looks up at him with tears falling down her face. “Hey, now whats up with the tears? Don’t cry.” Wipes away a tear from her eye. “Whats wrong Ash?”
“I messed up Jason, I messed up big time.” She exclaims while looking up at him.
“Okay, well lets talk about it.” He replies
“I can’t say Jason, as much as I want to I can’t.”
“Well, I can’t help you solve the problem if you can’t tell me what happened” No reply so he asks her questions to elicit some information from her. “Did you get into a fight with Alyssa?” She shakes her head no. “Did you get into a fight with Max” Once again no reply. “Ahh, I see, so this is about Max” He says with an attitude almost as if it was like a “told you not to trust this guy” moment
“Hey” slapping his arm “Don’t start acting like that! You have no idea what was done nor said.”
“Ow! Okay, okay! Well maybe if you explain then I could possibly understand.” he says looking back at her with a slight grin.
She wipes away the tears from her eyes.” Look, if I tell you what I did, you must promise to not tell anyone and I mean no one, not even Alyssa. I really do not want anyone to know what I have done.”
“Okay, I promise.” She stairs at him just one last time, just so she could make sure that he meant what he said. She could always tell if he was just saying something just to please someone or if he really was being serious. She leans over and whispers something into his ear.
“You did what with Max??”
“Shhh!!” hushing him up “You can’t tell anyone, we could seriously get into trouble for what happened.”
“How could you do that? What were you thinking? No, I’ll tell you what you were thinking, you weren’t thinking at all.”
She continues to cry. “I know, I know. I really messed up, and this time I messed up big time. I know what we did is wrong but you don’t know the whole story yet.” As they sit there she continues to calmly and quietly tell him the whole story. As she continued her faced looked  as if it kept relaxing and all her muscles in her body seemed as if they were going limp, she had started to completely relax, because the secret that she had been keeping from everyone, was finally no longer weighting her down.
When she was finally got done with telling Jason her story, he calmly stared at her and promptly got up “Where are you…” walked down the hallway to the cafeteria and walked up to Max. “If I ever catch you near Ashley again I will hunt you down and and throw you in jail myself.”
“Hey man, what the hell?”
Ashley came running in with tears down her face, and just as Jason was about to walk away, he looked over at Ashley then turned back around and punched Max in the face. “Stay away from her you hear me! Stay away!” One of the teachers stepped in front of Jason and said “You need to go now!” Throwing his hands up in the air “I’m gone.” As he walks past Ashley he gives her this glare, that happens to be very rare. “Don’t let me catch you near that murder again Ashley.” He whispers as he walks by.
As he leaves she runs up to Max looking all concerned, but he didn’t buy it. He new that what had just happened was all her fault. He could see the guilt and shame in her eyes, almost as if it were a big neon flashing sign. “Don’t you dare give me that look. You know that all of this is your fault.”
“How did I cause this? How exactly is this my fault?”
“He didn’t have to know Ash!” he screams.
“Excuse me! Is there a problem here young lady? Is this gentleman bothering you?” Mr. Thomas asks.
“No, its fine. I can handle it” she replies.
“Okay, well look Max that’s no way to talk to a young lady!”
“Yes sir, but you may see a young lady, but all I see is a lying back stabbing BI” Cutting him off in mid sentence Mr.Thomas exclaims. “My office now! Young Lady I believe lunch is now over so you should probably go back to class.”
As Mr. Thomas and Max left she sat down at one of the tables and took out her cell phone. She logged on to Facebook and posted, I have been driving my self crazy thinking about what I should do about a certain situation, and I have come to realize that there is only one way that I can solve it. I must go tell the cops! I must confess everything and let them know my part in the situation and what exactly happened. So this could very well be my last post that I will ever post on Facebook. I hope everyone will be their true selves and ill not let anyone or anything change them. I have learned my lesson and so for that I need to Confess! Jason if you’re reading this please come with me……?? 

What Has the Media Done to this World?? Friday, Feb 3 2012 

So today I was asked to watch a video and do some research online about what the media has put in our mind, what the perfect body should be. Today many teens have it drilled in their minds that they must always have the perfect body, but what many girls don’t understand is that about 99.9% of all the pictures that are printed in the catalogs, are 100% cropped or retouched.
Many teens are harming themselves, trying to look like the models in their a. They either take diet pills that aren’t good for them, or they wind up with an eating disorder. These situations are very dangerous us teens to be exposed to. We just always think that we have to be so perfect or that we have to look like celebrities. It’s not just girls that feel this way as well guys. I know you guys have pressure on you as well. Especially when it comes to your sports. Many guys believe that they also have to keep up with an image as well. So they either pop steroids or they do some kind of other drug to help with their performance.
Believe it or not, it’s not only the media that convinces teens these days that they must be perfect. It could also be their friends, parents, coaches, teachers, or their favorite celebrity. I honestly believe that the retouching of photos should be banned from the media, and that other people shouldn’t put so much pressure on teens.

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