Schools Out

Schools Out

Only seconds before the bell rings.
Summer will start and I’ll be free from school.
I can’t wait.

Three seconds left.
I’m really excited.
My heart is pounding making a sound so loud,
I feel as if everyone could hear it.
I get really hot from the embarrassment.
Maybe some one could hear it?

Two seconds remaining.
I feel my feet pounding the ground for time to go by.
The teacher is saying his last words while looking at his
silver lined watch, ready for school to end too.
People all trying to get their year books back before the bell.

One second left.
Everyone is saying good bye to each other,
hugging and telling each other
they’ll see them next year.
Guys shaking hands.
Girls exchanging last minute phone numbers.

"Bing. . . Bing. . . Bing. . . Bing"
The bell rings and everyone runs to the door.
Finally, another year of school finished.
Summer officially starting now. Everyone can’t wait.
Running to other people to say their final
good bye’s of the school year
Just to start over again,
the year that follows.

Leaving You

Leaving You

"I said to go and get your things and leave! All of your stuff is in that box over there to the left."
"Wait. . . this is mine. . . this is too! Most of this stuff is mine in this closet."
"No, that’s mine. Who bought it all? I did! So don’t touch my stuff.
"I can’t believe you. Why are you doing this? Are you crazy? Who do you. . ."
"Okay, keep talking all that sh*t, it’s fine. Just keep walking out the door. Hurry up and leave. . . oh wait, don’t put you’re stuff in that car. It’s mine. Let me call you a cab."
"Why are you doing this? You’re such a fool. You’re not going to find someone as good as me."
"You just have me wrapped around your finger. Now I could see the truth though."
"You’re never going to find someone like me. I’m the best boyfriend you’ll ever have."
"No you weren’t. I could have so many boyfriends like you. I could have one right now if I wanted to. I want someone more loyal, not a pig like you. Don’t you ever think you can’t be replaced. And that you’re one of a kind."
"Where am I supposed to go? I have nowhere."
"Why don’t you call that girl you were with while you were going out with me? I bet you thought I didn’t know. Why did you think I was kicking you out for? Because you were lying to me. You even drover her around in the car that I bought for you. Gimme those keys, you better hurry up. It looks like your taxi is getting ready to leave you. Baby, call me when you grown up to be a man."
"You can’t do this to me. Baby please . . ."
"No, I guess I wasn’t you’re everything like you said I was. You were my everything. After I found out you cheated on me. . . Don’t you even start to think that I’m going to cry over you. Don’t you even think I’m going to lose sleep without you. Because you know what? Replacing you is really easy."
"I’m really sorry. Please. . . okay. If that’s what you want then I’ll leave."
"Bye!" Her boyfriend gets in the cab and leave. She goes back into her house and starts cleaning up the mess that’s left over.

I Feel So Alone. . .

I Feel So Alone. . .

I feel so alone
As I walk home from school
I feel like . . . I feel as if nobody
Nobody understands

I get home and I start calling him
But then I realize that
Me and him aren’t talking to each other
He’s pissed off at me

I don’t feel the same
Not talking to him
I loved getting advice from him
Any problem I had, he would help

I feel so alone
I’m just here listening to my iPod
Thinking of how to make it better,
I’m sorry. . .

Help Me!!!

Help Me!!!

Help me! I’ve been confused with my sexuality. Am I gay? Am I straight? Am I bi? Or am I just nothing?

Help me, with my problem. My friend told another one of my friends that I wasn’t too sure about it. I asked her if she would promise not to tell anyone. She told me it was okay, that my secret was safe with her. As soon as I left she went to tell my "girlfriend". My "girlfriend" came to me and dumped me.

Help me, my family disowned me because they hate all people that aren’t "normal" if you could call it that. I wanted to keep it a secret but my friend called my parents to tell them. He’s not a great friend. Sometimes I wonder who my friends are. . . my real friends.

Help me. I’ve lost control of all the things in my life. I’m going crazy. Nobody likes me, my family hates me, and I can’t handle it anymore. I have too much pressure put on my shoulders. I’m just through with it.

DEAD!!!

"I’m living in HELL now and no one is going to miss me!!!"

In reality:

Everyone is missing you because they saw how you died because of what you had to put up with. Now no one can see how good of a person you were. No one is going to see that you’re not that different. You’re actually really cool. But now no one will know that. . . because you’re gone.

Cheated On

Cheated On

"How could you do that to me? I loved you. You ment the world to me. What am I supposed to do now?"
"Baby, please. I still love you so much. You are my world."
"Don’t say that! If I ment the world to you, you wouldn’t have done that."
"Look, it was an accident. I didn’t mean to do it. If I could take it all back, baby you know I would."
"Yeah, I know. But you can’t. What are you going to do now?"
"I want to say I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to do it. I’ll understand if you never talk to me again. But I’m really sorry."
"No, I’m not going to stop talking to you. I accept your apology. Just. . . I’m not going to be with you anymore. We could be friends and that’s all."
"Why? If you accept my apology, why are we breaking up?"
"Because that other person gave you something I didn’t give you. Something I wanted to give to you. Something special. I wanted to be the one. To you, I guess I wasn’t."
". . . okay. Do you think us will ever happen again?"
"Right now I really don’t think so. But who knows. Maybe someday it will. I have no clue."
"Okay. . . I’m really sorry."
"I have to go. . . I lov. . . bye"
". . . [phone hangs up] bye."

The Three Little Pigs

The Three Little Pigs

Once upon a time, there was an evil pig who lived with his two other brothers. One day the evil little pig, Ronald, suggest to move to some other place.
“Hey Donald & Richard, how about we go live over in the Zeal Range?”
“What about all the wolves that roam their?” Donald said.
“They left for the summer. They said it was too hot!”
“I guess.” So the three brothers left to find places where they could live. The first pig, Richard, found a house made of hay.
“I think I’ll live in this house,” he said to his brothers. He goes off to fix up his house. The last two pigs kept walking for a while longer.
“Oh, it’s so wonderful. If you don’t mind, I’m going to take this one.” Donald runs into the house made of wood. Then Ronald kept walking and found a house but he didn’t go into it. He went to the house next to it. He started talking to the people who were inside it. It was wolves. The ones who had supposedly left the area. Ronald told the wolves that there were a couple of pigs who just moved into the house next to the one made of bricks. The wolves left their houses and went after the pigs.
While all of this is happening the other two pigs were cooking dinner. They were both at Richards house. All of a sudden there was a big crash. Then they see that their house was knocked down.
“Please don’t hurt us!!!” The wolves didn’t care what the pigs had to say. They started chasing them. After about an hour of continuously chasing them, the wolves finally caught them and devoured them whole. After they finished, they remembered that there was still one more pig over at their house. They ran as fast as they could to get there and started after the pig. After about fifteen minutes of chasing him they caught him and ate him too. After they realized what they had done they left and nobody ever since has seen them in that area again.

The Story

The Story

“John, can you tell me about that day again. You know, that day that we left for that big city in . . . umm . . . what was it called again?”
“Are you talking about New York City?”
“Yeah, John, that’s the place!”
“Okay little guy. Come sit here with me.” The little boy runs over to the man, John, and sits on his lap. “Okay, here we go. One day, your daddy and I decided we would move over to the big city in New York. See we were having problems with the farm and . . . well you’re too young to understand. But we set off for New York. We took two trains and a taxi to get there. The ride was really uncomfortable but we managed. Three very long days later we got to New York City. We met up with some of your daddy’s friends there and they let us spend the night. The next day, me and your dad went to go looking for an apartment. We weren’t able to find one that day. So we spent a second night in Arthur’s house.”
“John, can I ask you something?”
“Sure kiddo. Ask away.”
“Okay, why are you and my daddy not together anymore?”
“. . . That’s a question for you to ask your daddy.”
“Okay, I guess I’ll ask him then.”
“Back to the story. Finally after hours of looking for an apartment the following day, we had found an apartment. It was big enough for all three of us. You would have your own room, and me and your daddy would sleep in another. It was perfect. So we started renting the apartment. After about a year and a half, we decided to move back to our farm because the apartment was too much money and we were having even more problems with it. So the farm was a lot better choice then the apartment. After we traveled back there we had to get used to doing all the things that we used to do. . .”
“John, I have another question.”
“Go ahead pal.”
“Okay, do you still want to be with my daddy?”
“. . . Well, I would like to but it’s too hard to just do that. But let’s just drop that subject. Okay?”
“Oh...kay!”
“Okay well, anyways. We got back to the farm and we had to start all over. We didn’t have anything. But slowly we got back to what we had. Then. . . well, then me and your daddy decided I should move out and well, I did.”
“Thanks John. I’m going to go to sleep now. Good-night!”
“Good-night. Have sweet dreams.”
“Thanks. . . John?”
“Yeah?”
“You’re like. . . no you are my second dad. I love you!”
“. . . [gets teary-eyed] Thanks. I love you too! Good-night.”
“Good-night.”

Neighborhood

Neighborhood

It’s 2:30 pm and I’m almost at my bus stop. There is in fact a lot of traffic, but we’re turning into the street now. 2:35 pm, finally I’m home. . . well, at least the bus stop. It takes me about fifteen to twenty minutes to get home depending on what route I take. Sometimes I want to get home quick and I take the quicker route, while other days I want to walk a little longer to think about things, or listen to my iPod, or just because it’s a nice day and I want to take the scenic route. As I walk down the street, the longer route today, I notice two small kids walking. They look around the age of nine or ten. One boy had brown hair with streaks and the other had longer blonde hair. They little boy with brown hair was wearing a white shirt with blue jean shorts. The kid with the long blonde hair was wearing blue jeans with a gray shirt. They were walking and talking about what they were going to do that weekend. Then they pass by me and they wave "hi" to me. I wave back and I just keep on walking. I see the bus pass by me and I see the driver wave "goodbye". I keep on walking as I was doing before. Then I get to the point were I turn and I see that the small grassy area is no longer a small grassy area. It’s a rocky area, covered with of course rocks and dirt and well, a tree that looks like is more dead then the wooden pole that’s holding it up. Finally I walk on to the street where I live at. I pass by the neighbor’s house and like usual they start talking to me, telling me that I need to get off their property and a lot of things that I have no idea why they would say that. I mind my own business and I keep walking. I finally get to my house and I enter the building. My dog, a horse looking pitbull, runs up to me and knocks me down. He starts licking me and I feel like I’m getting beat up because his paws are really huge and they hurt when he steps on you. Finally I get up and I start petting my dog. I tell him what a good boy he is and I start walking to my room. I look out the window into the lonely, quiet neighborhood wondering why nobody really talks to each other. The deserted street makes me want to run out and just start moving around, dancing, or something to liven it up. But still, as I write this story, my street is still empty and lonely, nobody talking to nobody.

August 3, 2006

Hey,

Okay well, here is my first journal for my Creative Writing class for 4th period. The other entries have been just my short stories and other things that I wrote. But yeah, okay well, anyways. Today school was okay. Most of my friends were at home. They didn't come to school today. So during lunch I didn't really have nothing to do. I went to go visit my spanish teacher from last year, Ms. DLT. We talked about my college future and just things like that. Let's see what else? Oh, today I forgot my ID at home in my wallet with my money, so I didn't really get to eat lunch today. Ha ha ha, I was chewing gum all day today though. So yeah. Then, after that I had English with Mr. Johnson. We had to do a Writing Diagnostic Assessment and well, it was supposed to be at least five paragraphs and there should have been a pre-writing idea thing, a rough draft, and then the final draft. I wrote all three and my hand hurt really bad. But hopefully I get a really good grade. I don't know. Also today, on the bus, I was listening to my iPod and then this kid kinda hit me on accident. I didn't know and I was getting mad. But that's okay, he appologized and then we just went on with our bus ride. Ha ha ha, but anyways, I guess I'll let you guys go. Hopefully I could write somemore because one, I want a good grade, and two, I want to be able to write because I'm starting to like writing. Okay well, I'll see you guys, (and girls), in class. Bye.

Alexis Segura

PS. Feel free to comment on anything you see on this blog.

Dirty Truck Bed

Alexis Segura

Mr. Adams

Creative Writing/Period: 4

3 August 2006

Dirty Truck Bed

Dark, dirty. There’s mostly old greasy tools, a tool box that no one uses. The cover of the bed is mostly dirty underneath. Partly because of the tools that are used. There’s also a lot of trash. Food wrappers, soda bottles, trash bags, anything. You can find it all in there. Sometimes, they’ll be groceries from the time of the trip to the market. Those get off quickly and if they get dirty, they’re cleaned. The bed of the truck being dirty and dark, always gets more dirty with more trash, grease, and tools.

Battery Slot

Alexis Segura

Mr. Adams

Creative Writing/Period: 4

1 August 2006

Battery Slot

The small dark closing compartment is empty because nobody ever even bothered to fill it. As the object as a whole does not get used, people wonder why the power isn't put in it. Why does it still lack power? The small dark compartment stays empty. Nothing filling it up. Slowly, someone cares enought to put one object of power in it. That alone is not enough to power it up. Then, the second one gets put in, and now, the remote works. This is all thanks to the batteries put in. Now, the emptiness is not empty anymore.

Hi,

This is my blog for the Creative Writing class in 4th hour. Thanks.