Post by Mr. Creatve on Sept 1, 2016 17:51:31 GMT -8
[dv algn="center"]A New Experence[/dv]
Sometmes people aren't who they seem to be. Many are quck to judge, and don't look at the full pcture. My father can never see someone for who they truly are. He's always the quckest to judge. My frst boyfrend was the sweetest guy. Although, that's not what my dad saw. He looked at the brsk outlne of my boyfrend's nature. Just a lttle rebellous, and yet at the slghtest sgn of anarchy my father scared the daylght out of hm. He broke up wth me, sad t wasn't gong to work out. was devastated, as f my heart was really broken. At the tme was twelve, and that relatonshp wasn't the end. just ddn't feel that way. Snce then, 've experenced plenty of relatonshps. The guys just aren't rght. Complete users who only wanted to get nsde of me. gave up on t all. My plan s to reman sngle for lfe. Too many men have tred to control me. Jackson was the only sweet one, and wherever the poor boy s now, don't know. haven't seen hm snce the end of the sxth grade, whch was rght after he broke up wth me, due to my dad's blow out.
Mddle school s over now. 'm a month away from my frst year at hgh school. A drastc change, most say. haven't worred one bt. School s just school, slow and borng fve days a week. 've never understood the educaton system. Serously, who needs scence? prefer musc, everythng from punk to classcal. The way the sounds go together. 've never done much musc wse though. 'm a wrter, and wrte t all. Short stores, poems, plays. want to get onto the school news team and wrte for the paper. Becomng a journalst s my lfe goal. One that travels and sees t all, wrtes about everythng for all to see.
My passon for wrtng has been wth me snce got nto school. Wth every new word learned, wanted to wrte another story. Wrtng has gven me a way to tell the world somethng. All the more reason to get onto the school newspaper. feel that can brng out the most n events around the school for all to see. Mght look good on my résumé as well. After all, t's tough enough gettng nto lfe, so a boost would be rather nce.
Havng a bg vocabulary helps mpress many people too. [strke] lke makng frends.[/strke] f you've got the rght word for the rght moment, you've got the abltes to make possbltes. That's what love most. Makng thngs fall together. Brngng attenton to the bg and small. Also, a long lst of words helps me through most school work. Of course, Englsh has always been my favorte subject. They pull out the vocab words and ether get jttery or don't need a dctonary. prefer the frst. hate answerng what already know when could be learnng what don't. That's my bggest problem wth the educaton system.
On the subject of educaton, hgh school. Sounds lke may have a chance at learnng what want to for once. supposedly pck my classes, even though 've got to take ther scence classes. remember dssectng a frog back n my seventh grade year. 'm not one who's up for choppng apart dead thngs, especally frogs. My bestfrend and were workng together. She has a better tme cuttng open frogs than do. Actually, she s rather fond of sharp blades. [strke]Knves above all. [/strke]
For her fourteenth brthday, she got a pocket knfe wth a lot of knck knacks to t. She lkes twrlng t, for as much as she can. She doesn't act lke a socopath, so don't mnd. She only stabs non-lvng, or no longer lvng objects. There was a dead brd on a sdewalk that we came across walkng home from school. She started slcng t open... Blah... The mage n my head stll dsturbs me. No respect for the dead anmals. Then agan, really don't feel that strongly towards dead thngs beng volated. Socety already beleves plng sx feet of drt over the dead s the best way to respect them, and they are only respected f they walk on two feet, speak a recognzed language, and are human. The rest are roadkll or forest roast.
Oh look at me, 'm lost n my head agan. Ths happens way too often. "Sarah!" Quckly run out of my bedroom, around the corner and down the stars, feet landng on the edge of each step n rapd sessons, to meet my father's presence. "Have you gotten your school supples?" He questons wth a drunken belch at two n the afternoon. " Yes have." Of course, he follows wth questonng statements, "Books, pencls, other knck knacks?" To my best abltes, reconfrm, " Yes, all of the knck knacks." n ths house, hs word s fnal.
My father's personalty demands a sense of superorty. The lttle thngs lke havng the fnal statement, or havng us, me and my brother, do everythng. Dshes, clothes, even dustng. Although, he never makes us mow the lawn! mean, we barely have one, but what we do have s a tall grass monstrosty. Probably hdes the bottles he doesn't fnsh nsde hs house.
When school starts, 'll rarely have to see hm. Usually, just spend summer away from home. He doesn't care to pay attenton. 'd stay wth my frend Carmne next door. They have a much more qualty house. t's sad how our dump of a lvng space s surrounded by such beauty.
Durng school, 'd be gone all day, and my father s out wth hs hookers at nght. don't see how my mother ever could have met hm, rest her soul. She ded a few years ago, teachng my older brother to drve. The car sld off a rocky clff and- you know. Nether one survved. That's all apart of the past now. now just have to handle my father's abuse for a couple more years and then 'm out, and 'm takng Alex wth me.
Poor kd doesn't even know who hs mother was. He's only seven, gong nto second grade. remember when they dd mother apprecaton projects, how he always sad, " made ths for you." have every sngle one of them, too. ddn't rd of a sngle one. The day can get hm out of here, wll. hope my father never comes home drunk agan. swore to my brother, that f that man dd anythng lke he dd, 'd kll hm.
Sometmes people aren't who they seem to be. Many are quck to judge, and don't look at the full pcture. My father can never see someone for who they truly are. He's always the quckest to judge. My frst boyfrend was the sweetest guy. Although, that's not what my dad saw. He looked at the brsk outlne of my boyfrend's nature. Just a lttle rebellous, and yet at the slghtest sgn of anarchy my father scared the daylght out of hm. He broke up wth me, sad t wasn't gong to work out. was devastated, as f my heart was really broken. At the tme was twelve, and that relatonshp wasn't the end. just ddn't feel that way. Snce then, 've experenced plenty of relatonshps. The guys just aren't rght. Complete users who only wanted to get nsde of me. gave up on t all. My plan s to reman sngle for lfe. Too many men have tred to control me. Jackson was the only sweet one, and wherever the poor boy s now, don't know. haven't seen hm snce the end of the sxth grade, whch was rght after he broke up wth me, due to my dad's blow out.
Mddle school s over now. 'm a month away from my frst year at hgh school. A drastc change, most say. haven't worred one bt. School s just school, slow and borng fve days a week. 've never understood the educaton system. Serously, who needs scence? prefer musc, everythng from punk to classcal. The way the sounds go together. 've never done much musc wse though. 'm a wrter, and wrte t all. Short stores, poems, plays. want to get onto the school news team and wrte for the paper. Becomng a journalst s my lfe goal. One that travels and sees t all, wrtes about everythng for all to see.
My passon for wrtng has been wth me snce got nto school. Wth every new word learned, wanted to wrte another story. Wrtng has gven me a way to tell the world somethng. All the more reason to get onto the school newspaper. feel that can brng out the most n events around the school for all to see. Mght look good on my résumé as well. After all, t's tough enough gettng nto lfe, so a boost would be rather nce.
Havng a bg vocabulary helps mpress many people too. [strke] lke makng frends.[/strke] f you've got the rght word for the rght moment, you've got the abltes to make possbltes. That's what love most. Makng thngs fall together. Brngng attenton to the bg and small. Also, a long lst of words helps me through most school work. Of course, Englsh has always been my favorte subject. They pull out the vocab words and ether get jttery or don't need a dctonary. prefer the frst. hate answerng what already know when could be learnng what don't. That's my bggest problem wth the educaton system.
On the subject of educaton, hgh school. Sounds lke may have a chance at learnng what want to for once. supposedly pck my classes, even though 've got to take ther scence classes. remember dssectng a frog back n my seventh grade year. 'm not one who's up for choppng apart dead thngs, especally frogs. My bestfrend and were workng together. She has a better tme cuttng open frogs than do. Actually, she s rather fond of sharp blades. [strke]Knves above all. [/strke]
For her fourteenth brthday, she got a pocket knfe wth a lot of knck knacks to t. She lkes twrlng t, for as much as she can. She doesn't act lke a socopath, so don't mnd. She only stabs non-lvng, or no longer lvng objects. There was a dead brd on a sdewalk that we came across walkng home from school. She started slcng t open... Blah... The mage n my head stll dsturbs me. No respect for the dead anmals. Then agan, really don't feel that strongly towards dead thngs beng volated. Socety already beleves plng sx feet of drt over the dead s the best way to respect them, and they are only respected f they walk on two feet, speak a recognzed language, and are human. The rest are roadkll or forest roast.
Oh look at me, 'm lost n my head agan. Ths happens way too often. "Sarah!" Quckly run out of my bedroom, around the corner and down the stars, feet landng on the edge of each step n rapd sessons, to meet my father's presence. "Have you gotten your school supples?" He questons wth a drunken belch at two n the afternoon. " Yes have." Of course, he follows wth questonng statements, "Books, pencls, other knck knacks?" To my best abltes, reconfrm, " Yes, all of the knck knacks." n ths house, hs word s fnal.
My father's personalty demands a sense of superorty. The lttle thngs lke havng the fnal statement, or havng us, me and my brother, do everythng. Dshes, clothes, even dustng. Although, he never makes us mow the lawn! mean, we barely have one, but what we do have s a tall grass monstrosty. Probably hdes the bottles he doesn't fnsh nsde hs house.
When school starts, 'll rarely have to see hm. Usually, just spend summer away from home. He doesn't care to pay attenton. 'd stay wth my frend Carmne next door. They have a much more qualty house. t's sad how our dump of a lvng space s surrounded by such beauty.
Durng school, 'd be gone all day, and my father s out wth hs hookers at nght. don't see how my mother ever could have met hm, rest her soul. She ded a few years ago, teachng my older brother to drve. The car sld off a rocky clff and- you know. Nether one survved. That's all apart of the past now. now just have to handle my father's abuse for a couple more years and then 'm out, and 'm takng Alex wth me.
Poor kd doesn't even know who hs mother was. He's only seven, gong nto second grade. remember when they dd mother apprecaton projects, how he always sad, " made ths for you." have every sngle one of them, too. ddn't rd of a sngle one. The day can get hm out of here, wll. hope my father never comes home drunk agan. swore to my brother, that f that man dd anythng lke he dd, 'd kll hm.