Roberto, Pepe, and Danielle

“Danielle, I don’t think that it is going to work for us. I’m sorry. I can’t take the pain, the rumors going around of you and Pepe. It never seems like rumors to me. It sounds like the truth. Every time you and Pepe see each other, I see something in your eyes. It is something that I used to feel with you, way back when I knew we were truly in love. You see, mija, we are fighting more often now. And el bebe, am I really the father? Are you sure it isn’t Pepe?”
Danielle looked astonished. “Roberto, how could you think such a thing? The baby’s father is definitely yours, there’s no doubt. Pepe and I are just friends, nothing ever happened and nothing ever will. Pepe has always been a good friend of mine.”
“I’m sorry Dani, I just can’t go through with this. I know you’re lying. Listen, chica, yo no soy estupido. I know when something is up.” At this point, Roberto started doubting himself, but tried to conceal it. He stuck to his case.
“Fine, Roberto, but I’m telling you. Pepe solo es un amigo. The rumors you heard aren’t true.”
Danielle and Roberto then went their separate ways, away from each other. But they were never far in heart. Both started to think. Roberto, even though he was mad at Danielle, still had a passionate love for her. He started to think about saying sorry, realizing that everybody makes mistakes. He thought about this as he held the shiniest ring ever, thinking about what would have happened if he hadn’t broken up with her. He decided he wouldn’t do anything until Danielle told him what was really up, because it was quite obvious. Danielle knew she should tell the truth, but found it hard. If it hadn’t been for her niece’s quinceanera, then she wouldn’t have ever met Pepe. She really did love Roberto, she realized after a while. Pepe had just been nice to her, spoiling her with fancy dresses and gold. He was using her. Immediately, she went over to Pepe’s place. He greeted her and offered her some hot tortillas.
“Dani! Te parece tan linda hoy día. Come, sit, have a bite to eat.”
“No, Pepe. I need to talk to you.” Danielle pulled up a chair. “Look, I really think that we should just be friends. People have been spreading rumors, and they have got to the one I love, and we have split up. That’s all I have to say. I don’t want to ever see your face again!” Danielle’s face was getting quite red, and she got up and stormed out the door, not giving Pepe a chance to say anything more.
After her visit to Pepe, Danielle, went over to Roberto’s. He opened the door, and looked at his toes.
“Look, Roberto, I need to fess up. I haven’t been true to you. I met Pepe at my niece’s quinceanera and I thought he was a great guy. We were seeing each other for a little bit. We are no more though. You are the one I really love. Pepe just gave me material things. You truly loved me, and I really love you.”
“Danielle, I understand. Everybody makes mistakes. Just don’t do it again, please. Now, I have something to ask you.” Roberto got down on his knee and held out the diamond ring. “Will you marry me?”

Grandma's Birthday

A giant cake
70 candles for 70 years
Happy Birthday Grandma!
Mom comes out, bringing the cake
we are all singing
she tries to set the cake on the table
one candle collapses
the cake has a little fire
a domino effect starts to take place
one collapsed candle
leads to another
and another
now, the cake is just
a giant sugary fireball
mom takes a pitcher of water
dumps it on the blazing cake
my brother takes another
smothering the fire
Who needs a cake?
We all go out for ice cream

Jordan DeAnthony Bosswell: Part 2

One cloudy day, just like most, Whitney and Jordan were talking about what Whitney would do with the baby.

"I guess I want to put the baby up for adoption, I just can't raise it myself, financially, physically or emotionally. I really don't want my baby to end up in the wrong hands though. I want to know the parent personally and get to see my baby frequently," said Whitney.

"Yeah, I agree. You would want someone who knows about taking care of a baby. Who are you thinking about?" replied Jordan.

"Well, I was thinking about my aunt and uncle, but they live so far away. I wish that somehow they could be closer," said Whitney with a sigh. "If that doesn't work out, I have no backup plan."

"Hey, what if I took care of the baby? Well I mean not just me, my family. We would raise it like a member of our family. My parents both are doctors, I'm sure we could handle it," persuaded Jordan.

"No, I couldn't let you take all of that responsibility. Your parents need to work, they can't do it. And you need to be at school," replied Whitney, not really thinking he was serious.

"No, I'm serious. Labron and April, my older twin siblings, work at home. April is a fashion designer, and she does drawings. Labron is a financial advisor. They're both 26, I'm sure they could do the job, but I'd have to ask first."

"That would be really nice, you really ARE serious. If that works out, that would I would be so grateful. Although, I'm not going to get my hopes up that it will work out. Thank you!" Whitney managed to pull a weak smile. Jordan gave a little nod.

"Well, I better get home to do homework and study for the big Chemistry test on Wednsday. I'll catch ya later," said Jordan. "Oh and, I'll do my best to help you out. Don't worry" Whitney and Jordan went their separate ways from that.

To be continued...

Unhealthiest Burger

It has been declared that the most unhealthiest burger is the Jack in the Box junior bacon cheeseburger. It may seem like a bargain for only $1, but it's definately costing you way more than that. This burger has 400 calories, 23 grams of fat, and just 1 gram of fiber. Dieticians found that they also contain grilled or processed meats, which can lead to cancer. I just heard people talking about his on the Kane Show on HOT 995, and thought people may want to know about it. I started looking at Kane's blog to get this information. To find out more information about this as well as look into more unhealthy fast-food items, go to http://www.suntimes.com/lifestyles/health/1322675,CST-NWS-fastfood10.article?123

Jordan DeAnthony Bosswell: Part 1

Jordan DeAnthony Bosswell was a quiet 16 year old with a lound talent. He could take something that the rest of the world thought was ugly, and make it so beautiful that it was difficult to take your eyes off of it; his specialty being painting dirty street corners. He looked like most African American teenage boys, but that changed once you made eye contact wiht him. His short, mocha curls seemed to take in and reflect all the light. His eyes were a cup of hot chocolate when the marshmallows had just dissolved, the Puff Magic of the fluffballs seeping and swirling. He held his head high. He was always aware of his surroundings and knew what was going on, like he could read invisible auras.

People at school knew Jordan as the quiet, gorgeous kid with his left hand always smudged with marker as a result of being a leftie. He was a nice kid, teachers loved him. He wasn't such a goody two shoes but never did anything terribly wrong. Jordan was just...there. The kids would always see Jordan hanging out with Whitney Willington. Whitney Willington was known as the great singer girl with the bubbly attitude. She was pretty popular, but not in a snobby way. Some people wondered what she found in Jordan. Even though Whitney and Jordan weren't a couple, they were really close, like siblings without all of the fighting. "What was so special about him? Whitney could be hanging at a party with US." She was a really beautiful girl. Her bouncy curls were always moving, and were the color of New York City when there is a power outage at midnight. She had nice skin, a caramel fudge milkshake. She had high cheekbones, lifting themselves to the sky. She was the type of girl that teachers always saw "that special thing" in her. She knew how to keep a secret, especially a secret concerning herself, that nobody could ever suspect, except for Jordan.

Jordan tried everything he could so that Whitney and her baby was safe and healty. The father of Whitney's baby was a cruel man, very mean. Whitney had done all she could, she said no. She slapped him. But he had a gun. This was what she had to do to save herself. She had no other choice. Now Whitney had another human to take care of. She couldn't afford to get an abortion. Jordan was the only other person who knew this. Whitney didn't have a father, he had left when she was 4 years old. Her mother was almost never home, it seemed that they talked through notes on the kitchen table than in person. Whitney's mom never asked the normal questions like "So how was school?" or "What homework do you have?" Whitney had spent 4 weeks with this human inside of her. She thought that her mother wouldn't even care when she found out she was pregnant, considering she had give birth when she was 17. Whitney had no idea what she was going to do with the baby. She didn't want to have this memory of the tragety that had happened to her, she didn't want to be the sad and depressed mother. She was considering giving the baby up for adoption, but she didn't want some random person gaining custody of her child, she wanted to be a part of this baby's life in some way or another.

To be continued...

Snow!

Snow! For the second time in November! During class, I was trying to work but I kept gotten distracted while watching the snow falling outside the window. When class finally let out, I rushed outside to meet up with a bunch of my friends to dance in the snow. It was really exciting. Who knows, maybe this year we'll get a white Thanksgiving, if not a white Christmas.

Ms. Manequin

we drive by
there she is
perfectly proportioned
for a size 2
left hip out
right arm on her hip
left arm at her side
head cocked so she's looking
at something over her left shoulder
she looks like
a little 1st grader's
half finished art project
she has the outline of everything
but no color
her hair changes
different wig every week
dressed for the season
what a dull life
standing like that
how uncomfortable
she's not alive
people say
I think for other people who can't
her skin
pale white for a reason
she doesn't get any sun
her ears aren't complete
for she spends all her time
in the soundproof glass box
with the porcelain dog
the fake fall leaves
how lonely
must be Ms. Manequin

What I Want to do Before I Die

1. go skydiving
2. get married
3. have a day when nobody died
4. do some kind of huge community service project
5. design a shoe
6. be in the newspaper
7. be in love
8. meet Gabe Saporta
9. go to college (and graduate)
10. be the first at anything
11. save a life
12. have one of those spa mud baths
13. get pulled onstage at a concert
14. make a change
15. have kids
16. have a star named after me
17. name a new Crayola color
18. have a meal where everything was some type of chocolate
19. grow taller
20. pet a dolphin (again. last time I was a baby)

Fridays

Happy Friday! I'm so glad that the day is almost over. It's been a looong week, so much drama. I really need a break now, and I will get it soon! Next block I have core plus, which is like study hall. It is a relaxing time to do my work. Then, we have Discovery. I'm in step dancing. I'm happy with that because a bunch of my friends are in it as well.

Journals

I love writing in my journal. I don't write in it a lot, maybe once every two weeks. Although, if there's something that happened two days in a row, I write in my journal about it two or three days in a row. I always right in my journal BEFORE doing any homework. It clears my mind so then I can concentrate on doing my work without the thoughts of the previous day jumbling the works of my mind. It doesn't take very long, but I find it really helpful.

America's Next Top Model

Wow. What a weird show. It's a reality TV series hosted by Tyra Banks. Many aspiring models send in audition tapes, and normally 14 girls are selected to go into the show. Every week, a model (sometimes two if the producers choose) gets eliminated and is no longer in the running to be America's Next Top Model. Every cycle, when the contestants are narrowed down to about six, they all take a trip and continue the show in some other foreign country like Spain, Japan, or Africa. This cycle, they went to Amsterdam. In the end, one winner is selected as America's Next Top Model. They get some things with Covergirl Cosmetics and a contract with some modeling agency, as well as a six page spread in Seventeen Magazine. It is one of the stupidest shows in the world. All these girls do is have a pretty face and nice body, walk around in designer clothes in a fashionaby, unnatural way, and have nice pictures taken of them. Most of the time, the girls who aren't perfect barbies get sent home. The only reason I sometimes watch it is because there's just something about it that makes it so entertaining and funny to laugh at. These girls are so stupid, yelling at each other a lot. I would suggest watching it if you are in the mood to laugh at something, but don't take it seriously.

}:(

I'm so mad right now. I was invited to one of my best friend's birthday parties. It would be an all girl's sleepover in Great Wolf Lodge, a nice hotel with an indoor water park. I was so excited thinking about it. Boyyy my parents are so strict. They won't let me go because I have a bat mitzvah for a girl who I really am not good friends with and I think only invited me because her mom made her. My parents say that if I reply to an invitation it is my duty to go, no matter what. This is a once in a lifetime party, but I have to sit my but in some synagogue scratching my uncomfortable pantyhose. All of my other friends have been talking about it all day, and some of them have been so annoying, rubbing it in my face saying "Omg, isn't my bikini for the party sooo cute?" or "Oh have fun at the bat mitzvah!" in a sarcastic way. The very few people nice to me just put on a fake unhappy frown and say "Oh, I'm so sorry." I hate that as well because it makes me feel like people need to be sorry for me. I just wish my parents weren't so strict and I could go to one of my best friend's party!!! I am so mad right now at my parents and some of my friends, I actually cried. Boy, I sure hope my parents feel reaaaally bad right now. You see what you guys have put me through? All of this Jewish torture?

On my mind

Right now, I'm thinking about too many other things to concentrate on my story, so I figured I will get them out of my head.
I am really tired at the moment. I threw up during lunch which really sucked. Next block, I have to run the mile. I'm kind of nervous and anxious. I hope I won't be really tired because I'm exhausted already. I reaaallly want to just go back to sleep. I also have ballet class later today, but were taking company pictures. I'm really thirsty now as well. I want some fresh, cold water, like Aquafina perhaps.

The Biggest Footprint Of Them All: Part 3

Where would they travel to? This was the main question roaming around Toxins. Soon, the government found an answer. They would migrate to the land of Spickandspan, in the galaxy of Freshaire. This place seemed perfect. It was very large, big enough for everyone to have a lot of space. The air there was really clean and fresh. There was no pollution. All the rivers trickled with water fresh enough it seemed like it was purified. There was just one pr0blem....it was so far away. The habitants of Toxins didn't know how they were going to get themselves and all of their belongings over to Spickandspan.

Their belongings....were they really essential? They were going to be traveling to this new world with new plants, new rivers, new everything. This was a change to start over, to do right this time. The people of Toxins realized they didn't need their gas gurgling vehicles, their portable Starbucks stores. They were able to take a journal and another prized possetion. They needed to get off of this planet immediately.

Hailie and her family began packing to leave the next morning, with the first group of people departing Toxins. The packing took less than 15 minutes. Everyone was nervous, anxious. What if they never survived? It was worth a try. People were going to work together to use less gas, saving our enviroment. They all figured that they would rather die trying to save themselves and each other than being toxinated by the fumes that they were spewing out into their world.

The End

Sleepy...

I'm getting really sleepy now. Exhausted from the day of Halloween, and we still have to go trick or treating tonight! I can't think of anything else to write about, and class is almost over. My costume that I'm wearing is a little bit cold, which is ironic because I'm dressing up as fire and my best friend is ice.

The Biggest Footprint Of Them All: Part 2

People just kept on growing. Their feet were getting so large that the ground would sometimes shake a little bit. A midget was 9 feet tall. Toxins wasn't getting any bigger at all. Some people were so tall that their heads got sunburned everyday by the scorching sun which was barely protected with only a very very thin ozone layer. The newest generation had never breathed fresh, unpoluted air.

Hailie and her family were one of the taller beings in Toxins. Hailie, now 17, was actually much taller than her parents, driving wherever she wanted. She was one of the people whose heads were being burnt. Soon enough, more and more people were becoming like Haley and her family.

It was getting so bad that people barely had enough room to walk around in their streets. Everywhere you went, you saw giants. It was a sick, unhealthy world. The problem was getting so bad, the Toxins government had to take action immediately. They tried everything to shrink people, but nothing worked in the lab tests. There was no other choice but to evacuate the world.

To be continued...

One, Two, Eyes on...You

You get up on stage

ballet shoes

pink tights

lovely ballet leotard

the music begins

starting with a fierce beat

almost as loud as your heart

beating

th-thump, th-thump

breathe

everyone is watching you

now you can't say

"everyone is watching me mess up"

you say

"everyone is watching me dance"

you start

gracefull

dancing with the energy

of your nerves

it's just like practice

you tell yourself

It's your time to shine

A Day With Clare

Escape to Starbucks
CVS, get ring ring pops
Hubba Bubba gum
retreat to the Hobo Hut
gum sticks to my braces
talks are addicting
Key School,
patrol camp,
hebrew school
we talk about everything
over salty and sweet
treats
A day with Clare


This was writen in a class prompt having to do with food...

The Biggest Footprint Of Them All: Part 1

A little introduction: This story takes place in a world much like our own. It is run by creatures like ourselves, starting out small. But the more carbon dioxide they emit into the air, the bigger they grow.

It is another hot, sunny day in Toxins, the filthiest, most gas consuming world of them all. An urban family had another breakthrough. Mr. and Mrs. Allen Willington just had a baby. Martha, the mom, gave birth early that morning to her first child, Hailie Brianna Willington. She was a cute little baby, a little plump with golden green eyes. The parents of the baby, Allen and Martha, were really tall, just like many of the other people in Toxins.

Little Hailie grew into a toddler. She was getting bigger and bigger, growing every time her parents drove the car, used diesel fuel, or stayed at home and watched TV all day. This wasn't a good experience for little Hailie. She was supposed to be a little kid, running around and going on nice long walks along the creek that they had nearby. Martha and Allen were growing at a rapid pace as well. But they were quite normal compared to some of the other people in Toxins. This was happening to everyone. People were being careless, doing what they pleased, not thinking about the consequences of their actions.

People's feet began to sprout up as well.
It wasn't just a normal footprint, it was showing their carbon footprints. People at Toxins began to see Farmer's Markets less and less, and more McDonalds and Wendy's. If you went to the local creek, beer and soda cans were left on the trails, and the water was shining and shimmering when the oil in the water caught a glimpse of the piercing rays of the sun.

While some people began to realize that they hadn't seen a drop of snow in a while, nobody did much. They thought that they had other priorities, they didn't need to bother with this. It was probably Toxin's natural cycle, nothing to worry about. Although, these people were wondering why everyone was getting so tall....

To be continued

FALLing...in Love with Autumn

Fall is here! The leaves are starting to change color and fall. I like to walk through a pile of leaves and hear the "crunch crunch" under my feet. It's getting cooler and now I can wear all of my fuzzy, comfortable sweaters. We are getting rain less and less and more clear skies. I heard over the radio and in the newspaper that this winter that is coming up is going to be one of the coldest and the wettest. I'm really excited, because that means snow! It would be nice if we had an actual snow day this year, not like a rain/ice/slush/disgustingness day like last year. I would love to go sledding and play in the snow with my friends. But right now I'm just enjoying the fantastic weather we have now.

A New, Crafty Idea

I know some of you guys out there think that your phone is ugly or has a bad color, and you can't get a new phone. I have an idea. I have been painting my phone with nail polish for a while now. It's really simple. If you have a nailpolish color that you really like, just paint it. If you don't have any nail polish, you can get them for $1-$3 at a CVS or something. If you don't really want it another color, you can just paint your cell phone with glitter polish, which is just clear with sparkles added to it. My phone right now is a pretty purple color and I added two kinds of glitter sparkles. You can just repaint your phone at any time if you get tired of it, for something new. It may smell like nail polish for a little while, but eventually the smell will go away. This is a new, crafty, resourceful, and cheap way to give your cell phone a little makeover.

The Ugly Side of Rhythmic Gymnastics

Recently, while I was searching videos on YouTube, I came across some videos of Rhythmic Gymnastics. I thought it was a beautiful sport. These girls were really strong, flexible, and talented. I followed some links on the side to other videos. Eventually I came across videos entitled "The Pain of Rhythmic Gymnastics" and "Little Chinese Gymnasts" or something of the sort. These were a little depressing to watch. Tiny, tiny children were being put through excruciatingly painful streches and being yelled at and slapped by their coaches. They were forced to do routines over and over again until they got them perfect. Some of the children's muscle strength was better than mine, but they were holding on for dear life, scared and afraid of what would happen if they didn't. I thought to myself, this isn't a beautiful sport anymore, it's child abuse. Of course I know that not all coaches are like this, there are many supportive and talented tutors out there. Little kids shouldn't have to be put throught this torture, just so that they can eventually go in the Olympics and earn a metal. I doubt that by the age of 34 they can walk! I never new that there was such an ugly side to such a beautiful sport.

Rosa

One day I was getting a hot chocolate from Starbucks when I noticed a lady walk in. She was dressed a little older but looked like a humble African American lady. She got her latte and sat down next to me in those big, soft chairs they have. I decided to say hi, and to have a chat. She said her name was Rosa, and we shook hands.
"Ah, isn't this such a nice place, such a nice year to live in, actually," said Rosa.
"Yes, I feel very fortunate," I replied.
"I find it amazing that men and women of different races are in the same store, sipping from the same style cups. It's great how we are all equal, not like the past."
"It is, and this is all because of great people standing up and voicing their opinions to make a change for the better," I stated.
Rosa had a little smile on her lovely face and softly said "Yes, isn't it wonderful." She started getting up from her chair. "Well, I have to get going. Nice talking to you." And then she was off.
As she was leaving, I thought there was different about her, like I had seen her in history, familiar. I shrugged it off and continued sipping my drink.

When Life Gives You Lemons...

Do you all know that saying "When life gives you lemons, make lemonade?" Sometimes, it just doesn't make sense to me. When I ask about it, I always get the same, vague answer. "Well, it means when something useless or sour comes into your life, you have to make the best out of it." I kind of get that, but it's a lot harder than it seems. Let's say you get a bad grade on a test (the lemons). Now how are you supposed to make the best of out of that bad situation? Take it as a learning experience to do study harder? Learn to face the disappointment and do extra credit to make it up? That doesn't sound like sweet lemonade to me. It actually sounds like the lemons, only when you were trying to cut them up to make your lemonade, you cut your hand and the stinging citrus juice got in the cut. Now you have a burning sensation mixed with blood on your hand and a few halfway cut up lemons to deal with.

To girls, about guys

I understand, they can just take your heart and then rip it apart. They can make you to believe something that isn't true. They can just lie to your face. But when this happens, there is something you all should know. You will get over it. You may not think so at the time, but it's true. You will find the perfect one someday, and the perfect one will like you as well and treat you right. But in the meanwhile, your friends will always be there to support you. I know for some of you, you like a guy but one of your best friends also likes him. Your crush only likes your friend. You may feel really bad at the time but remember, one of you eventually won't like that guy anymore. Also, girls, ask yourself this question; Who will last longer, a middle school boyfriend or a true friend?

Running Late (poem/rap)

great
I'm running late
running to my fate
no time to waste
no time to taste
the rainbow
the seconds go
by
need wings to fly
no smelling flowers
I need superpowers
maybe this rhyme
will get me there in time
wait, what is today
you said its Saturday?

That Girl

I saw her at the mall one day
she caught my eye
she was drop dead gorgeous
I wish I was her at times
she looks so relatable
that soft expression on her face
those sparkling blue eyes
that auburn hair
framing her face
with waves
like those of the ocean
I am so jealous
her natural beauty shines through anything
she's not wearing any makeup
it seems like she's perfect
without trying
when she laughs with her friends
she relveals a mouth full of shiny pearls
perfectly placed
it makes me wonder
"Why don't I look like that?"
"Why can't I be her?"
she seems so confident
without being cocky
nothing is fake about her
she was just...
beautiful

Missing School

I really don't like missing school. It gets you behind in some of your classes and before you know it, you have all of these assignments you need to catch up on. Even if you happen to get the assignments through blackboard or friends, or letting your teachers know in advance and they give you the assignments, it's still hard to do them because you learn the material that you needed to know to do the assignments in class that day, and you obviously weren't there that day. A lot of times people miss school for good reasons, and they don't have a lot of time to do the work needed. For example, yesterday was the Jewish holiday of Yom Kippur. On that day, there is a good amount of serivices to go to, and it is a fasting day. I found it really hard to make up work when all I could think about was food and I was lightheaded and lacking energy as well. I decided to take a break and I had to cram all my work in after the break-fast, when I had something to eat. Some teachers give you an extra day to make up work, but I don't think that's enough. I believe that teachers should give you an extra two days.

Those Were the Days

Do you remember?
when we were little
about 6 years old
nothing really mattered
nobody really cared
that I was a girl
and you were a boy
we never thought
it made a difference
we played with my Barbies
we played with your toy dinosaurs
overalls, jeans, and T shirts
we wore almost the same clothes
nothing was ever awkward
but now I almost never see you
when you have friends with you
or I have friends with me
people look if we start playing together
but at least I know
you're still my best friend
when nobody is staring at us
playing with my knitting kit
and your baseball cards
and we just talk to each other
that's when it isn't awkward

It's Pronounced Nuclear

To Sarah Palin and George Bush; it's not that hard. nu-clee-are. Not nucular. Yesterday night I was watching the Vice Presidential Debate and I heard Sarah Palin pronouce it like nucular for every single time she said it. Some time ago I also heard President George Bush pronounce it like that as well. It must be some Republican thing...

Politics are In Style

I think that it's semi-important for politicians, especially presidential and VP candidates to look nice. I've been noticing how Senator Barack Obama has been dressing nicely in tailored suits and showing his country's spirit with his signature American flag pin. It was a very professional look that I would like to see the president of the United States of America dress in. When I was reading the news I saw an article of Sarah Palin wearing red peep-toe pumps to her acceptance speech. I thought it was kind of cool seeing her in something other than a boring pair of shoes. While I like Sarah Palin's sense of shoes, there is something that just really bugs me about her. That stupid hair updo just really annoys me. I think it ages her and I see it in almost every picture of her. Something like half up would suit her better in my opinion. I understand that politicians want people to focus on their words and ideas instead of being distracted by their clothes. But if you look completely drab, some people may not take you seriously.

Inside the Alley: Part 2

When I walked in, I didn't see anything. There wasn't any furniture at all, and the mahogany floor was slightly faded. The house was really big on the inside with tall ceilings and lots of space, much bigger than it appeared on the inside. The strange thing was that even though it looked like nobody was living there or had been inside for a long time, it wasn't dusty or dirty. I started walking up the long, twisted staircase to the second floor. I turned the corner and I thought I heard a noise, like someone would make if they were startled. I tried to ignore it, thinking it was just all inside my head. I was peeking into corners, glancing at the full bathroom, master bedroom, and other such rooms. I got to another door, which I started to open.
All of a sudden, something popped out. At first, I couldn't distinguish what I was but then I knew. It was a pair or eyes, a blazing purple shade. It looked like a woman's eyes by the neatly trimmed eyebrows and curled eyelashes. It shocked me and I started backing up. The eyes were glaring at me, as if to say "What are you doing here? This is not yours, go away!" Soon another pair of eyes followed, a rusty orange. They looked like a man's eyes. I started backing up even more quickly now, getting really scared. As if the orange and purple eyes didn't scare me enough, a new pair of the floating eyes appeared. These were a fiery red, and extremely angry. I couldn't tell if they were a man or woman's, but now that was the least of my problems. I turned around and started running, scared for my life. I didn't care if they were going to hurt me, but that place just creeped me out! The eyes started following me, like they were running after me. I ran for about five minutes, until I came out of the alley. That didn't stop me from running though, and I didn't take time to look back if they eyes were following me. I ran and ran all the way to my house, and I didn't stop until I got to my room. When I got to the door of my room and opened it, I saw three pairs of eyes, a red pair, a purple pair, and an orange pair, all staring at me.

Inside the Alley: Part 1

Nobody ever goes there. Those who did were never seen again. It was dark and humid, and when you walked by it smelled like an elevator of a Metro station. I had always wanted to go inside, but I never had the guts. One day it was early release and I was heading home from school. I had nothing to do so I gathered up the courage I had and went in. It looked really dusty and worn down, with a few abandoned houses. Everything in sight was some shade of grey, but there were a few fences and patches of grass which had some brown. The shudders of the windows on the houses were crooked and falling off, creaking at a gust of wind blowing by. Since nothing had really creeped my out, just gave the the stomach butterflies, I decided to explore further.
I was walking for about 10 more minutes. I was thinking of turning back, but there was something that stopped me in my tracks. There was one house that looked the same, but there was something different about it. I thought I saw out of the corner of my eye something moving on the first floor, but when I looked for a little bit more, everything was still. It felt a little bit different, like there was some type of life inside, something unlike the rest of the houses I had seen. I started walking up the uneven cobblestone walkway and up the creaky stairs.The wind started to pick up and it seemed like it was saying something along the lines of "Are you sure? Are you sure?" I decided not to listen to the wind and keep going, I really wanted to figure out what was inside. I kept going. It was only when I got to the doorknob, about to turn it, when I realized how nervous I was. My hand started shaking and my teeth were chattering a bit. I started concentrating on breathing deeply and I closed my eyes. Once I had gathered my confidence again, I slowly turned the knob. I opened the door, not sure what was going to be inside.

Lipgloss

Very shiny. Some are sticky and are a pain, but the good kind glide smoothly on your lips. Some smell bad and taste bad, some smell good and taste bad, some smell good and taste good, and rarely, some smell bad and taste good. The liplicious brand has a lot of flavors and colors like fresh mulberry or black cherry. Most of them smell good and taste good. My favorite is the guava splash from Covergirl Wetslicks. It has a nice color and is virtually sticky-free. It also smells nice.

PassionFruit for Me!

Ah, ice cream flavors. I just love them! What's your favorite flavor? I feel bad for lactosentolorants and people who are allgergic to dairy. PassionFruit is my favorite flavor. It's tangy and sweet with a burst of citrus to tie the whole flavor together. Another one of my favorites is plain vanilla. Sweet, and I love the little black vanilla beans that get stuck on the roof of my mouth so I can taste them for a long time though. I really don't like chocolate ice cream or chocolate syrup, just hot fudge for a topping. I think that the artitificial chocolate doesn't taste like the original Hershey's. I can't put my finger (or tounge) on it, but it just isn't the same. Now I'm craving some ice cream, even though it's kind of cold in here. Something like the one in the picture...

Habonim Dror Camp Moshava

It's...what I would call ah-mazing. I encourage everyone, especially jews entering grades 4-10 to go. Its mainly a Jewish camp, but anyone can attend. It's a labor zionist movement, and we focus on working together and kupa, sharing. We have two pools, one with a diving board, a lake, a serpentine, and the usual like the dining hall (Chadar Ochel). If you are entering grades 4-7, you live in cabins. If you are entering grades 8-10, you will live in big tents. They have flaps you can put up and are very big, canvas and wood tents. All tents and cabins have a fan and a lightbulb. they also have a few electrical outlets. I encourage everyone who can, to go.

CAT Scan

On Saturday I have to get a CAT scan of my brain. I have been having intense, and spontaneous migraines this year and it's strange because my mom nor her mom or sister had them. My doctor wants me to get it checked out just to make sure it's not anything more serious. I'm kind of scared but my mom reassures me that there's nothing wrong and that I'll be okay. I just want the migraines to stop. It always takes a long time for the Ibuprofen to kick in. I have such bad headaches they make me cry and cry and sometimes scream, I get really nauseated, and I'm sound and light sensitive. I hope everything's okay.

Pro Choice vs. Pro Life

I am pro choice, even though I think that women should try to give birth to a baby if they can; you can put the baby up for adoption. Women need to have a choice. If they really can't give a safe birth for whatever reason, they may try and get an illegal, unsafe abortion or try and move to another country, just so they can avoid giving birth. It's not just the life of a baby or mother, it can affect our society extremely.

Clothes and Style

I always have worn things almost nobody else has. I have never bought the latest trend because it’s too expensive and I don’t want to look like everybody else. It was last year when I started making some clothes and dressing in bright colors. One day I wore a pink shirt with 17 bows on it, two on my shoes, and a few in my hair. Another day I came to school with a pair of bright green skinny jeans and a black shirt with neon peace signs on it. Two of my favorite items of clothing are my gold leggings and a rainbow hat. I don’t spend a lot of money on clothes; I prefer thrift stores and sale racks. People don’t think that places like those have a lot of good clothing, but they just aren’t looking in the right places. I don’t think that you need to spend a lot to get a style that expresses you and still look fashionable.