I Believe that...

I believe in screaming as loud as you can

I believe that the color of the nail polish on your toenail describes who you are

I believe that falling down is a great medicine

I believe in laughing, as much as you can is one of the best things in life

I believe that standing up to people changes you

I believe that climbing trees is the fun thing in a day out

I believe that a soon as you finish a book there is a lesson learned

I believe that bird poop is bad luck

I believe that every kid should live their childhood in a good pair of shoes

Will my High School years be a calamity? (btw. i am not afraid of high school, its just a made up story)

I was walking myself to school, first day as a freshman. Thinking meticulously about how it was going to be, would i be a loser? a nerd? would i be popular? would everyone lionize me? or would everyone treat me like trash? just like that Kate girl in my other school, who assimilated everyone and made them go against me. ugh hate that chick. Now, would my high school years be a calamity?

I get to my new school, there are bunch of tables with lots of people surrounding them. Everyone in their own clique, goths,football jocks, cheerleaders,quires group, science geeks, student council, the popular kids. i stare at each one of them trying to figure out where i could fit in.

i feel someone touching my arm, its a girl, a cheerleader! cheerleaders are cool, right?

she asked me if i wanted to go sit down with her. i followed. her posy were having an argument of who was the coolest in "gLee" they were all in dissension. i knew right then, i don't belong here.

ps. Puck is the coolest.

Back in the 40's

Back in the 40's where my grandpa Jack used to live, my family told me that he worked with the government, and there was this guy named Richard Bong who supposedly no one liked him because he would always make an anarchy in the moments where they least needed confusion. It would always be a calamity when the government join for there special meetings. Richard had always a dissension from what the other people said. My family told me that my grandpa would always see him conspire with this woman, it was bizarre. No one ever seem to apprehend what he was saying.

So this one day my G. Jack was in the meetings and he was sweltering and so he decided to go to the bathroom, while he was passing by the bathroom was Bong's office. there h was, with the mysterious lady and so he got closer to the door to meticulously hear what they were talking about.

He heard that they were going to get the President of the United States and kill him so that Bong would be the president and then he would take over the whole entire world.

While jack was listening he got so surprised he elapsed a little sound. Bong and the woman came right out to see who was there listening. they catched Jack and shackled him to a chair. Bong and the lady started to interrogate him to see how much he had heard. Bong was imminent to shoot him but then decided that he could be a good help. he asked jack if he would get in the planning, but he was not going to kneel and lionize him to stay in the plan. he told him that if he didn't join then Bong would arraign him for listening to very important private conversations. Jack went to court, Bong got arrested, no one got killed.

DANDELION!

Yesterday was Dandelion's (Danelia) birthday.

-Pats came to my house.

-We went to eat at rock burgers.

-Her brother was making a fool off himself by drinking coke.

-We went to la Arrocha.

-Bought stuffed animals of the "sesame street"

-A big HBD ballon

- And a mickey mouse tattoo for the walls

(B-day present for Dandelion)

-Went to the park.

met a little kid named Walter (VERY adventures kid(he fell down really hard and didnt cry)) (he was 5 years old)

-Isabella and Laura came after

-Went to Papa Johns

-Made a joke of Patricia having a bugger on her nose(she fell for it)

-Come back to danelias home

-Sang hbd

-Made a "photo shoot"

-Isabella filled my face with cake

-Uploaded the pics to the computer

-Came back home.

-------------------DEAD-------------------

Flashback Caulfield

It was a sunny day in New York City, and I was sitting on a bench at central Park staring at the people who were passing by. Suddenly I see this boy wearing preppy clothes and a red hunting hat…(weird) he looked familiar, I realized it was Holden Caulfield, he seemed really despondent. He used to be my neighbor until my moms sell the house because of her new job that was going to be inaugurated in New York.

I felt like getting a cup of coffee and I didn’t want to go alone, so I walked up to him and said “hey Holden…do you remember me? We used to be neighbors…” at first I think he didn’t remember me because he was this grimaces with his face, but after he recognize me.

“Oh yeah I remember you, neighbors…neighbors…right” he said.

So I entreated him to go take a cup of coffee with me, he rebuffed meat first… but then I convinced him to go. I didn’t succumb.

When we got there I started asking him how was his life and his family. I bet he didn’t want to talk about it because he answer me in a very concise manner, he looked at me weird he was kind of getting irascible on me. I asked him if he still went to Elkton, his old school, he said not anymore… that he was at Pencey now.

Our conversation was getting interminable, but it wasn’t bad… it was quite affable, for me, because when we were leaving he made a face of abhor.

MY lovely Wordly Wise

you, the one who teaches me words.

who is conscientious

the one who is audacious by letting be written all over

you for being a prudent book and never lying to me

you are serene,

and some times you rankle me.

you have been rebuked by every kid who gets to have you

by lackadaisical people...

you.

My lovley Wordly Wise.

The Catcher in the Rye Poem

Lies, lies, lies brought him, Holden

To the top of a hill,

With the thought.

The thought of how to say goodbye.

Tik-tok the clock stopped

Walking over to old Spencer

Still, thinking on what to say.

BOOM. A knock on the door.

“come in”

again. lies, lies, lies

the story of his life.