Author's Note: Turtle is a little girl in the Bean Trees. She is only about 3 and Taylor Greer, the main character in the book, kind of gets stuck with her. At first she will not speak or anything but soon she starts to talk and act like a normal child. When Taylor gets her she looks like she was beat-up, with bruises everywhere. This is a poem about little Turtle. HOPE YOU ENJOY IT!!!!
An innocent child
Battered and bruised
by the ones she loved.
She faces the world alone
inside her shell
isolating herself from the world.
A complete stranger
takes her under her wing
to show her to trust and to forgive.
It starts as a giggle
a small little noise,
that brightens everyone’s day.
She soon starts to show,
that she is slowly crawling out of her shell,
she is learning to trust the people around her.
She still has moments
where she hides in her shell,
hiding until she knows she is safe.
Wednesday, November 17, 2010
Thursday, October 21, 2010
Halloween Night
Author's Note: For my independent writing piece I decided to do something for Halloween. This is a ghost story, which are most common for Halloween. I hope you enjoy it!
The house is dark and I'm alone. I flop on my bed, thankful for the silence. I put the earbuds of my IPod in my ears and turn the volume up. It's 10:00 and my family is out trick-or-treating but I decided to stay home this year. Lying on my bed thinking about past Halloweens, the candy, counting it, sorting, trading. I'm staring up at the ceiling when the door downstairs crashes open. I hear it slam shut from the force of it opening. I listen for voices signaling the arrival of my family, but none comes. A few minutes later the floorboards creak under the weight of the figure. I'm so freaked out that I don't move, I can't move. I hear the thumping on the stairs, and the thumping of my heart against my chest, telling me they are coming up here. I pull the covers on top of me so no part of me is seen, hoping that this will make me invisible. I hear my door creak open and I peek out from under the covers. No one is standing there and downstairs I hear the joyful laughter of my little brother and sister. I get out of my bed and head downstairs and I heard a soft whisper, "Happy Halloween sweetheart…" The voice sounded like my mother's. The same mother that has been dead for 4 years.
The house is dark and I'm alone. I flop on my bed, thankful for the silence. I put the earbuds of my IPod in my ears and turn the volume up. It's 10:00 and my family is out trick-or-treating but I decided to stay home this year. Lying on my bed thinking about past Halloweens, the candy, counting it, sorting, trading. I'm staring up at the ceiling when the door downstairs crashes open. I hear it slam shut from the force of it opening. I listen for voices signaling the arrival of my family, but none comes. A few minutes later the floorboards creak under the weight of the figure. I'm so freaked out that I don't move, I can't move. I hear the thumping on the stairs, and the thumping of my heart against my chest, telling me they are coming up here. I pull the covers on top of me so no part of me is seen, hoping that this will make me invisible. I hear my door creak open and I peek out from under the covers. No one is standing there and downstairs I hear the joyful laughter of my little brother and sister. I get out of my bed and head downstairs and I heard a soft whisper, "Happy Halloween sweetheart…" The voice sounded like my mother's. The same mother that has been dead for 4 years.
Monday, October 18, 2010
Neighborhood
Author's Note: This is a stream of consciousness we did in class one day. I had to think back to when I lived in a neighborhood with more kids in it. Right now I live in an apartment complex so that didn't really help me get my concrete image.
I open a window and the sounds and smells rush in. The laughter of the children playing outside, the crackling of leaves as they jump into the giant piles on the side of the road. The talking about Halloween and what they will be. Shrieking and crying when someone is hurt. Parents rushing out the door to see what has happened to their child. The fresh autumn breeze carrying the scent of leaves, trees, and the beach down the road. The smell of carved pumpkins on the front porch. The twinkling lights hanging from the windows. Ghosts, Jack 'o' Lanterns, Skeletons, and spiders decorating the yard with lights and color. Children listen to music and dance and sing. Birds singing to each other way up in the trees.
Wednesday, June 2, 2010
Cedar Point
Author's Note: I was in Ohio and missed 2 and 1/2 days of school. I went to Ohio for my cousin's wedding. Before the wedding we stayed at my mom's parents house and went to Cedar Point which is about 10 minutes away. Cedar Point is a roller coaster park. It's the roller coaster capital of the world! This is about a ride I went on called the Maveric. It's a fairly new ride and this is the first time I've done it.
I walk towards the enterance of the ride with my mom looking up at the big red metal tracks above us. When we are in line I look to see how many people are ahead of us. "It looks like will be here awhile" I say to my mom.
"How about we time us and see how long we wait in line," my mom suggests.
"Ok," I reply. I start the timer on my watch and the train above us whizzes by in less than a second. The line moves a bit. "Are you sure you want to do this? This ride is intense and has some corkscrew loops." My mom says to me.
"Yes mom I'm sure." I reply looking up at the riders screaming by. The line moves some more. Almost there, I think.
"Now you are sure that you want to do this?" my mom asks me.
I roll my eyes, " Yes mom I'm postitive."
Finally we reach the train and get into our seats pull the straps downand get ready to go on the rde.
"Are you nervous?" my mom questions me.
"No." I reply.
Soon the employee comes around to make sure our buckles and strapes are secure.
"Clear!" we hear him say. Then we are blasted from the platform up a hill then down it, through loops and turns, tunnels and more loops. In a few seconds we slow down, the platform in sight.
"Weel?" my mom asks.
"I loved it!" is my reply.
Author's End Note: This was my favorite ride at Cedar Point. You can see a clip of it on youtube and if any of you are roller coaster lovers you should defiantly go to Cedar Point.
I walk towards the enterance of the ride with my mom looking up at the big red metal tracks above us. When we are in line I look to see how many people are ahead of us. "It looks like will be here awhile" I say to my mom.
"How about we time us and see how long we wait in line," my mom suggests.
"Ok," I reply. I start the timer on my watch and the train above us whizzes by in less than a second. The line moves a bit. "Are you sure you want to do this? This ride is intense and has some corkscrew loops." My mom says to me.
"Yes mom I'm sure." I reply looking up at the riders screaming by. The line moves some more. Almost there, I think.
"Now you are sure that you want to do this?" my mom asks me.
I roll my eyes, " Yes mom I'm postitive."
Finally we reach the train and get into our seats pull the straps downand get ready to go on the rde.
"Are you nervous?" my mom questions me.
"No." I reply.
Soon the employee comes around to make sure our buckles and strapes are secure.
"Clear!" we hear him say. Then we are blasted from the platform up a hill then down it, through loops and turns, tunnels and more loops. In a few seconds we slow down, the platform in sight.
"Weel?" my mom asks.
"I loved it!" is my reply.
Author's End Note: This was my favorite ride at Cedar Point. You can see a clip of it on youtube and if any of you are roller coaster lovers you should defiantly go to Cedar Point.
Friday, May 14, 2010
Is there any Hope?
Author's Note: This a poem about a book that I have just finished reading. It's called Life as we Knew It, and it's by Susan Pfeffer. It is definitly a sci-fi genre and if you like those kinds of books you'll probably enjoy this one. Here I have written a poem about this book.(It's also on my poetry blog:)
I remember the day...
when the moon got bigger,
and we scrambled for food.
Is there any hope we won't starve?
The day when the well went dry
Is there any hope that we won't die of thirst?
When my friend and neighbor died.
Is there any hope that we'll live?
Winter came as harsh and cruel as ever.
Is there any hope that we won't freeze to death.
Then my family got sick.
Is there any hope they'll survive?
Then the mayor came with bags of food.
We will not starve.
We were surronded by snow.
We will not die of thirst.
We saw people.
We are not alone.
We have wood and a fireplace.
We will not freeze.
Is there any hope in this cruel world?
Yes, there always is.
I remember the day...
when the moon got bigger,
and we scrambled for food.
Is there any hope we won't starve?
The day when the well went dry
Is there any hope that we won't die of thirst?
When my friend and neighbor died.
Is there any hope that we'll live?
Winter came as harsh and cruel as ever.
Is there any hope that we won't freeze to death.
Then my family got sick.
Is there any hope they'll survive?
Then the mayor came with bags of food.
We will not starve.
We were surronded by snow.
We will not die of thirst.
We saw people.
We are not alone.
We have wood and a fireplace.
We will not freeze.
Is there any hope in this cruel world?
Yes, there always is.
Monday, May 10, 2010
Lord of the Rings- The Fellowship of the Ring (part 1)
Author's note: This is my free read book that I'm currently reading. This is a short response to my book. I'm not very far into the book so this is what I can write about. This is in the eyes of Bilbo the hobbit finding the ring.
There!In the dirt something sparkled. While my boss isn't looking I walk over there casually and pick it up. It's a ring, it's a beautiful golden ring. I can feel it's power surging into me, calling to me. I look at it once more before slpping it into my pocket. Then I turn and run to my house. At my house I take the ring out of my pocket and examine it once more. Every once and awhile my hand reaches into my pocket to touch the ring and make sure it's there.
20 years later---
I have decided to leave the Shire,where I live,and go to the mountians to live in peace and quiet for the rest of my life. My 111th birthday party is tonight and I shall announce that I'm leaving there.
"Hobbits of all ages,sizes, and colors I have a special announcment to make." I began look out to the crowd of my many loved ones. "I have decided that my time is done-"I was interupted by mummers and whispers from the crowd. "I wish I could have spent more time with all of you but it is my time to leave. So now I will go and most likely never return. Good-bye my friends." and at that I slipped the ring on my finger and vanished. I never returned to the Shire and was never seen again.
There!In the dirt something sparkled. While my boss isn't looking I walk over there casually and pick it up. It's a ring, it's a beautiful golden ring. I can feel it's power surging into me, calling to me. I look at it once more before slpping it into my pocket. Then I turn and run to my house. At my house I take the ring out of my pocket and examine it once more. Every once and awhile my hand reaches into my pocket to touch the ring and make sure it's there.
20 years later---
I have decided to leave the Shire,where I live,and go to the mountians to live in peace and quiet for the rest of my life. My 111th birthday party is tonight and I shall announce that I'm leaving there.
"Hobbits of all ages,sizes, and colors I have a special announcment to make." I began look out to the crowd of my many loved ones. "I have decided that my time is done-"I was interupted by mummers and whispers from the crowd. "I wish I could have spent more time with all of you but it is my time to leave. So now I will go and most likely never return. Good-bye my friends." and at that I slipped the ring on my finger and vanished. I never returned to the Shire and was never seen again.
Tuesday, March 30, 2010
Courage
Author's Note: Here is a small paragraph response to Maximum Ride by James Patterson
Courage is something that is inside all of us but some choose to use it more than others. In the book Maximum Ride,Max and her friends are fleeing from the scientists who created them. Max is the leader of the "flock". She has to have the most courage out of everyone so she can encourage them and go through with things that might not even work. Courage means a lot of different things. It can mean you ate something that you normally would never have tried before, or it means standing up against the class bully but in Max's case courage means doing things a normal human could never imagine doing.There is one word that you could use to describe Max's character is couragous.
Courage is something that is inside all of us but some choose to use it more than others. In the book Maximum Ride,Max and her friends are fleeing from the scientists who created them. Max is the leader of the "flock". She has to have the most courage out of everyone so she can encourage them and go through with things that might not even work. Courage means a lot of different things. It can mean you ate something that you normally would never have tried before, or it means standing up against the class bully but in Max's case courage means doing things a normal human could never imagine doing.There is one word that you could use to describe Max's character is couragous.
Friday, March 12, 2010
Fire
Fire licks at my heels as I run blindly through the dark clouds of smoke. I hear a barking and crying and I knew that, that was where I had to go. I sprit towards the sound the crying getting louder and louder. The noise is behind a door, I pull it open and there with her beloved dog is a crying little girl. I grab her and start running back through the smoke, the dog close on my heels. The girl's mouth is covered by my jacket and her eyes are tightly shut. Suddenly I stop panicked at a thought that ran through my head: none of this looks familier.. Are we lost? But then I heard shouts and sirens move in that direction. I see the door and the smoke filled night sky. The girl starts crying and I talk to her soothingly, " It's ok sweetie we're almost there." I can see people and abulences as I make the final sprint. I reach the door and rush outside into the clean night air. I let go of the girl and she rushes over to her anxious family inside an ambulence, her dog following her. I watch as her family pulls her close and they all start to sob. As I turn away I think to myself, I did it, I brought another family saftly together.
Thursday, February 11, 2010
Social Studies
Author's Note: Ok now this is a funny story about S.S. that happened today...
Now, in social studies we were watching a video on Western Canada. I'm guessing most of you are watching Artic Canada. Anyway at the end of the show the host goes to a bar type place and gets a drink. This drink is called Sourtoe. The wierd thing about this drink is that it lives up to it's name. When he orders it the waiter tells him the rules of this drink. There really is a HUMAN TOE in this drink. It is actually a petrified human toe so it's as hard as a rock. Then the waiter pulls out, like, 7 different toes the host can put in his drink! They all brown, old, and I'll just call them gross. The really disgusting part is that you have to let the toe touch your MOUTH before you are done. EWWWWWW!! After that my friend Gayathri, who was sitting in front of me, turned around and said,"What are you having for lunch?Toe?!" Everyone round us starts cracking up. It was sooo funny!
Just beware when you watch Western Canada there are many gross things to see in that movie......
Now, in social studies we were watching a video on Western Canada. I'm guessing most of you are watching Artic Canada. Anyway at the end of the show the host goes to a bar type place and gets a drink. This drink is called Sourtoe. The wierd thing about this drink is that it lives up to it's name. When he orders it the waiter tells him the rules of this drink. There really is a HUMAN TOE in this drink. It is actually a petrified human toe so it's as hard as a rock. Then the waiter pulls out, like, 7 different toes the host can put in his drink! They all brown, old, and I'll just call them gross. The really disgusting part is that you have to let the toe touch your MOUTH before you are done. EWWWWWW!! After that my friend Gayathri, who was sitting in front of me, turned around and said,"What are you having for lunch?Toe?!" Everyone round us starts cracking up. It was sooo funny!
Just beware when you watch Western Canada there are many gross things to see in that movie......
Friday, February 5, 2010
Bread
The smells of freshly baked bread hit my nose as I walk into the bakery.French bread, Italian bread, wheat bread, white bread and so many others surround me as I walk to my place behind the register.Customers stream in and out buying the warm, soft bread. 1 by 1 the steaming loaves disappear into bags and stomachs. As I take my leave I slip a piece of warm bread into my mouth and the soft wheat dissolves in my mouth.
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