2007

Its 2098 and a small town or what the citizens call Freetown is being invaded. Two friends that call Freetown their home are going to fix this problem. Their names are Jake and Sally. Jake and Sally go way back they have been friends since they were born. Sally’s mom died when she was 4 years old so she was left with her father for most of her life. When Jake was 15 his mom and dad died in a car wreck that left him with no one to live with because all of his family members lived miles away so he…

Summer was the time for teenagers to explore , learn new things and grow a little. For me, my summer did not consist of any of those, yet included regret and memories I would like to forget. Although, the vacation we took to Niagara Hotel as a family started off on a good note. I kicked my shoes off and laid flat on my bed. The bed in the suite was so luxurious , the covers were Egyptian silk which easily clinged onto my skin. My mother walks in and starts to unzip my luggage. I look above her…

There’s a little slice of Heaven in Marshall, Texas, where the sun shines through the pines and the sound of cicadas serenade you throughout your afternoon and the lake shines like a plate of polished silver in the early morning sun. When I first came to Camp Fern, I was on my own. Everyone else had known each other for at least two years, so I was the odd one out. In my cabin there was the usual sort. There was the popular one, the attention seeker, the joker, and the one you love to hate.…

"Okay. Thanks, I'll be back in a moment" I say, as I scoot my chair out from the table, and stand up. Then, as I'm almost about to walk out of the kitchen. A question pops into my mind, I stop walking. I look over my shoulder back towards Zach, who's still sitting at the table. "Hey Zach, one more question. Do you prefer your kind to be called werewolves, or shape- shifters?" I ask. Zach looks towards me. "We go by either one" He replies. Now with my answer, I walk out of the kitchen.…

It has been said that a hero and his quest personify the dreams of the the society that spawned this hero. Given that premise, it is natural to wonder what values are reflected in the lion king. Values like the cycle of life, living a happy worry free life, the value of friends, and the reasonability of being a king. Let's start at the value of the cycle of life. In the movie it goes something like this, when you die you body becomes the grass. That grass feeds the herdorvies. Then the…

1513 Sunset Circle is an address that I will be remembering for a while. It is not that I want to remember it, but trying to forget something that played a role in breaking your heart is a hard thing to do. But, today I get to take a part of what makes him so happy; and by him I mean my rotten, good-for-nothing, lying ex boyfriend. What I am about to do should not something I or anyone else braggs about. In fact, I am pretty ashamed that I considered it in the first place. However, once it…

14.7 million children live in poverty. I am one of them. And yet, no one seems to notice me or care. I’m just another piece of garbage in the street, just another thin, starved child that is above the notice of anyone. I wish tears could change my life, as if they could somehow wash out the hurt, and pain, as if they could drown the struggle. I’m so, so tired of living in poverty. I’ve almost given up hope- for it doesn’t give me anything but crushed dreams. But I can’t stop hoping. If I…

The glow of the city below was a beacon for anyone who was close enough to see it through the surrounding mountains. For Princess Lysanne Elisabeth Eva Clementine Renaud it was the continuous taunt of something she could never have, never letting up for all of her nineteen years. The sound of music drifting up the mountain side caught her ears, assaulting them with a freedom and happiness that haunted her dreams day and night. Oh, how I wish my parents will allow me to visit somewhere outside…

Play Review The title of the play I saw is If/ Then. The music in it was composed by Tom Kitt, and the script and lyrics are by Brian Yorkey. It was produced by Proof Productions, Inc. The play opened with Elizabeth holding something, talking to herself about what would have happened if she had never met someone very important to her, whom she had obviously lost. While walking in a park many years before this moment, she made two decisions that would greatly affect the rest of her life: to…

The Lesson Most people perceive Mondays as awful; perhaps dub it "Mundane Monday" or "Mournday". Not for me, it isn't. Monday to me is like walking through a bed of nails; Friday walking through shattered glass while the devil straddles you as he prods you and sets you ablaze. Frankly, Fridays felt fantastic for me, predicaments with them only belonged to specific Fridays . Fridays where I attend school. Fridays where I attend French. Fridays where I attend Mr Beaumont's class. Fridays like…