Unique Week

This Thanksgiving as I predicted, we didn't do anything. My brother and my dad just stayed home and took care of my dad's friend's dog named Lucky.



But my mom, who is now in California, visiting my family, had some really exciting news to tell us. My dog Snoopy and his girlfriend Gorda had puppies over the Thanksgiving holiday. I was so excited when I heard the great news, and the best part of it is that we are going to keep one of the puppies.



The thing that really gets me going, is that I won't be able to see until after Christmas, because my dog is California with my mom, and she is still trying to get the papers for my dog and my new born puppy sorted out.



Enough with my dogs, the puppy we are taking of right now is really enthusiastic. He has a great personality and is super cute. Saturday night it slept in my bed, because it was too scared to sleep alone, and I felt really sorry for it, so I thought one night couldn't hurt. I was so freakin' wrong about that. Lucky tossed and turned the whole night, I barely got any sleep and to make the cherry on top, he threw up on my bed. So last night he was definetly not sleeping in my bed.



But I guess you have to happy for what you have like: family, real friends, shelter, good education, and food. So I can't complain about my unique Thanksgiving, because I had fun.

The Quiet Girl

Being the quiet girl in my school is very audacious, because everyone is always talkative and ready for anything. You would have known because you are probably the popular one, but if you where the quiet one, you would know exactly what I'm talking about.

The day I started school I have always been the quiet one, there has never been one school that I have gone to where I haven't been quiet. Being the quiet one is a huge problem for me, because I just feel that I can't fit in. Every time the school does anything, or the popular people all talk about "cool" stuff, but I am just the lackadaisical person standing in the corner, and walking by myself down the hall.

Being the quiet one is also requires taking big risk that you don't understand. In my school I show mutiny and great respect for my teachers and friends, but others work their way different. What I wonder is how do they treat their friends, family, and themselves.

Someday I just want to put this all behind and be a normal person, but still control myself and be conscientious with the friends I choose. Tomorrow will be a new day, a chance for me to be a new person, have new friends, and a new life.

I entered the new school day serene, showing no interest for attention. I was ready to be a new person, and I walked in like slut. I wish I had never done that, I had done this slovenly, having no respect for myself. The next you know is you alone in the dark, naked.

Hurt Feelings

There is this person that I know, probably most of you know her. I know her as a different person, but some people agree with me, some think I am out of my mind, they just don't see the other side of her that I see. I don't know how to tell people how I feel.

Sometimes she can be on your good side, and other times on your bad side. Usually she is nice to me, but right now she has gotten on my last nerve. I tried talking to some people about it, but they just don't understand.

I mean people have told me that I should talk to Mrs. Tuchi about it, but I don't see how it will solve our problem. The thing that bothers me the most that she does, is she only uses me to let go of her stupid personal problems. She is a real back stabber, and when ever you tell her how you feel about the way she hurts peoples feelings, she always goes around telling people that you are the worst back stabber ever.

I wish that I didn't have to deal with all that drama. I just hate drama, especially when people use you as their little toy to be played around with. Every time I tell her how I feel about the way she treats others, and the way she thinks she is the coolest person on planet Earth just pisses me off.

She just doesn't understand when enough, is enough. A lot of people told her, but they haven't told her the right way. I always try to tell her the right way, but it always turns out into a disaster.

She gets so emotional and depressed and think her life is the worst ever. She has no freakin' idea what the hell she is talking about. If I told her about my life she wouldn't give a....She just needs to be careful. I don't know what she is going to do with her life, but you never know what the future can give you.

Being With Family

Being with family means everything to me, but my family is thousands of miles across oceans, roads, deserts, and snow: it really bothers me being so far from the people I love.

This thanksgiving I will be staying home with my dad and my brother, just like last thanksgiving, but we will be taking care of a puppy and enjoying ourselves in the heat.

I don't think I will be hanging out with friends, but I barely do anyways. Friends are important, but not as important as family. At least that's how I feel, other people I know spend more time with their friends than their family. I mean, think about it, friends are not the ones who feed you and pay for your school. Friends care about you, but not as much as family and I think people should notice that more.

Thanksgiving doesn't mean that much to me, because I don't celebrate that holiday where I come from. Actually, I never understood the point of it, but now I do. Thanksgiving is a time for you to spend time with the loved ones, your family, it's not really about all of that pilgrim stuff.

I don't take that holiday as seriously as other people do, for me spending time with the whole family is on Christmas. We have it all planned out, we see all of our family, we go to the big Christmas tree in the city and sing Christmas songs, we go out and play in the snow, and eat our traditional foods.

I love the feeling of the holiday spirit and the smile on people's face when I see them, and the warm feeling you get when they give you a hug. It feels really good, especially when you haven't had that feeling in a whole year.

SAW VII

Walking down the silent street followed by my five best friends. All of us remembering torturing the biggest nerd in the school.
We were the coolest kids, or as we prefer to be called, "adolescent," in the whole school, but the others called us, Stupid Bastards.
Our fun and only hobbie in school is bullying and beating up kids. That is what we enjoyed the most.
The only thing I remember was walking home with my my five best friends, laughing at the kids from the school that we just beat up. Then I felt an excruciating pain in the back of my, and that's when we woke up in the green lit up room.
Suddenly the TV made a screeching noise, and the beast of my nightmare appeared: a doll with circles on his cheeks, pale white skin, red eyes, and midnight sky hair combed back. Then suddenly the doll's mouth opened and said:"I want to play a game with you. I know you, but you don't know me, I'm Apprentice.
The doll looked reclusive when he talked.
Then suddenly the bright light bulb turned on and burned our eyes.
That's when we realized that we were chained up in the air by both feet and arms.
In front of all of us there was a jar of acid with a key in the bottom, estimating about two liters.
Then the doll started talking again saying:"You have to get the key at the bottom of th jar, and your time is 60 seconds, if you don't make it in those 60 seconds, your rib cage will be permanently ripped out of your body. Your time starts now.
The Tv went back to the screeching noise.
The clicking of the timer reverberated in my ear.
We all tried to look tough, but our tremulous body betrayed us.
My trembling hand went into the acid, which made it burn more and more and more, my hand started dissolving in the acid.
When I finally got the key and unlocked myself from the chains, I fell to the ground clutching my hand, so did Mary, Samantha, and Jaiden.
Then when the timer stopped, blood gushed out from Jason and Jack's body, when their rib cages were permanently ripped apart.
When my friends, Jason and Jack's, rib cages were permanently ripped out I felt the profound pain in my heart.
I was really despondent after the death tragedy of my two friends.
The screeching TV noise turned on again, and Apprentice appeared in the screen and said:"Congatulations! You survived one of the traps, now you will be moving on to the next trap. The next trap is called "The Box." Your head will be in a box filled with water, with no oxygen able for you to breathe. The key is within your body.
Apprentice was laughing affable from the TV.
We all struggled to keep our air inside our lungs.
I entreated god to spare our lives as the water rose higher and higher.
This painful heartbreaking game felt interminable.
As the water rose higher less oxygen was within our lungs.
As I finally cut deep enough, I could put my hand inside my arm, I reached the key and unlocked myself from the breath taking box. I looked over and saw Samantha, Mary, and Jaiden dead in the water.
A door opened and the light gleamed in the whole room, and then Apprentice came riding on his tricicle and said:"Congratulations! You are th only survivor. Are you grateful?"
And he rode the tricicle out of the room and that's when I walked out into daylight.
I quickly confronted the police about Apprentice.
I will never forget the way he amissed us to the games.
His face still haunts me day and night.
Apprentice didn't think this cruelty was an abhor.
He impelled the blade inside my heart when I lost all my friends.
Apprentice was the most irascible person I ever met.
Apprentice's friend Jigsaw, was a sage person, because of what he did to us.
I want to give Apprentice a tirade for what he did to me and my friends, but I realize the punishment he gave us, for what we had done to other kids.
It still hurts, when I think about my lost friends, but now I have learned, what you do to others, will come around and hit you even harder.