a picture is worth a thousand word

it was brunch time for the family so we all sat down and started to eat. my older brother, bob eats like there is no time left in the world, and James is the quiet on that he doesn’t like to talk a lot. he is gloomy have the time. me on the other had I wasn’t as hungry. Kathy my grandmother was cutting bread for the us and the birds flying free outside. old Phillip came to the window so mum started feeding it some pie and bread. "mum!!" "mum!!" " give this bread to Asher please he wants some." it was quiet while every body was here. " oh how I miss grandpa so much. the only thing we got of him is the picture of him in the corner." " we all do Mary." said grandma. " its kind of hard not to think of my husband. but he died with faith in war hoping we would have a good and help keep the people from are country safe." I thought about it and amazed to what she had said. "mum were is papa?" " well dearest one he left early this morning to work. they called him in to help chop up food." "oh."
little poor James was so tired just by looking at his little glowing eyes, shimmering bright blue. through brunch all I smelled is the warm apple pie sitting at the table that mum had cooked. you could also smell the fresh air flowing through the house of spring air. it's a wonderful smell that that earth gives letting us know that spring is coming. Mum plants and dieing when they are suppose to grow.i went out side chasing the chicken in the chicken bend. then i went to bed.

pa didn't come home until late. this was my first night without seeing my dad before going to sleep. i was asleep when he came home. the next day came i did the same thing but this time James was quiet and sleepy. he was more active and talkative. the day passed and that was it. day after day i did the same over and over.

Pet Peeves

1. listening to people what is nothing with the subject
2. people talking about what they just did a week ago.
3. when people dont tell the truth
4. when family or friends try to get me to do some thing i dont want to do
5. when people dont stop at stop signs.
6. being stuck in the house, having no fun
7. people acted like they are all that or that they are perfect.
8. when she talks about things that she watched the day before coming to school
9. people having piercing all over their body.
10. people that but tattoos
11. annoying people
12. kids that dont want to follow directions
13. someone who chews gum like a cow.
14. people wanting to threat animals
15. people killing animals
16. people talking about jokes
17. parents yelling at me
18. trying to learn when people are talking over the teacher
19. when friends turn different just because they are going out with someone.
20. people laugh for no reason
21. when someone spits on the floor where people will walk at
22. when people think wrong
23. being in the hospital
24. when little siblings dont like to listen to me.
25. when my family loves to fight all the time for stupid things.

the Secret

It was my best friend's deepest, darkest secret and it would be a hard on to keep. It was a Friday, it was really hard for me to keep because I just love to talk when I want to. I thought about during my reading class telling myself don't tell nobody, don't tell nobody. I could if I wanted to tell but I wouldn't. The day passed I haven't told but I all most blurred it out. When school was over I went home and I told my brother what happen: because he was the only one I trust. He listened to what I said then he said “how old is your friend?” “15.” “OK.” I thought about she telling me not to tell any one ‘did she mean my family to or just friends’. I kept it to myself with out her knowing. I finished my homework I went and read a book. Than I went to bed.
It was a Saturday morning I went to the movie with some friends and watched a movie. It was romantic movie that some people came out crying at the end. Then we went to the park to have some fun. We started talking, but then I thought to my self out loud but in a soft voice ‘I can’t believe that she is going out with him.’ They stopped and looked at me “ who is going out with who?” hey ask. I thought I said that in a really soft voice that they couldn’t, I felt so guilty when they heard that. “Someone.” I said “ who is this someone.” I mumbled the name low “Ashley.” “ who?” “Ashley!! There happy.” “ with who?” “ I don’t remember his name.” “Oh I wonder how long this would last.” They said and started laughing. “Don’t go mouthing off to her about this because I wasn’t suppose to tell anyone.” “ OK we won’t.”
I felt so guilty when I told them when I promised her that I wouldn’t tell, because she didn’t want any one to know but me. Then we started talking about what we would do over summer after school is out. We all planed to go to Europe and visit, or do something as a group. Time went back fast so we headed home. The next day we gather at the church and after the church we head to the pool. We were surprised that nobody was there. “they’re probably enjoying the weather.” “maybe” I said in a sarcastic voice. I for got I had to do things at home I left them saying bye.
When I got to school the next morning Ashley was waiting by my locker and a mad look on her face. I went to my locker while she talking. “ why did you tell every one that I am going out with someone?” “well it was me and my friends in the park and I was thinking out loud in a soft voice that you are going out with someone. They heard and asked, I didn’t want to tell them because you didn’t want to but they kept bugging me. I felt guilty about telling them and they said that they wouldn’t. but I didn’t but that up” I lied. “Then who did? What is this posted every where. On the walls, most people got this on their phone and you are the only person I told this to.” “ I’m telling you I didn’t do it, but if you don’t want to believe well that is your choice not mine.” “ well that is how its going to be then I don’t want to be your friend.” Tears running down her cheek. “fine.”
She ignored me I ignored her. I didn’t want it to end like this but it was her choice. I call all the friends that were with me and asked them did you tell anyone about her or put any posters up. They all come out saying no only one more to ask, which is my brother. I went home directly right after school and asked my brother, “ did you tell anyone about Ashley?” “ no I haven’t.” then who did. That was the end of that. Three going on four months without talking to each other. after school was over we hadn’t talk ever again. I think that was the end of our friendship.

Her Mysteroius Death

Her death was due to mysterious circumstances and I was assigned to the case. My name is Andrew, detective Andrew. I am on a serous case that I have to do. she had been killed around her neighborhood in Wisconsin. They gave me a package of information about her. She was only 10 years old, 4 feet 5 inches tall. Her name was Amy, she was Mexican and Puerto Rican. she had brown hair that almost looked black. It was a Friday afternoon right after school when they went home. Her mother name was Anne her father name was Manny. Both of her parents said that she was on her way walking to her friends house about 6p.m, and then her friend called saying if she was coming over and said “she was suppose to be there already.” “Thanks its just that she is not here yet.” her friend lives paced the woods at least half mile from were Amy lived. There was houses right after one another.

It was night so they both took their flash lights, her parents went out looking for her they got to the woods and seen her body laying in the woods at least 20 feet from the side walk. There was a trail of blood and cuts on her arms and on her legs and waist. That was it the rest was up to me to figure out what happen. I drove to the woods were she was, when they last seen her. They say all her friends live around here. No wonder the house So I went to every house on the block and asked about her. They all said that she was a every bright kids and loves to hang around her friends.

Then finally I went to her friends house that she was going to. “ Hi my name is Andrew I am a detective, I got some questions to ask you about your friend.” “sure” her friend said. “ what is your name?” “ my name is Nichol.” “are you one of her best friends?” “ yes I am, she say that I am every first best friend.” ‘OK um.’ “ what was the last thing she told you before she left home?” “she asked me if she can come over tonight and I said sure.” “So she did not tell you anything else after she left.” “ No but I heard her mumbling something when she walked away, I barely understood what she said, but it sounded like she had a feeling that she will die tonight. That was it then she went home skipping.” “well thank you for your time.”

I thought about what she said that ‘she might have a feeling that she might die tonight’. That ran through my head half the time about the investigation. Stopped the car at the corner thinking about things ‘was she planning to die, did she walk into the woods and killed herself there, or did someone do it.’ Right know the only suspect there is Nichol. I thought to myself ‘ most of the time when friends- best friends here this they get emotional and cry when ever they hear of that name. but she did not she seemed glad about it.

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The next day I went to the department, and went to examine the body. When I went to go examine the body the cuts on the arm looked they were cut by a knife or a single blade the cuts on the leg looked like glass that someone broke. The cuts on the waist looked like it was cute by a sharp medal peace. Then after that I grabbed the black light and started at the head and down the body. There was finger prints around the ankle, which might explain why she ended in the woods.
Then I got a clue so I went to the woods. then i notice a piece of her hair on the sidewalk i followed the trail that this person could of done this. i found a knife by the third tree covered by leaves. then i found the glass two pieces of it by Amy. i didn't find find the medal piece or the a single blade. i walked to Nichols house in the back and seen that that the window was broken and the piece i had fit perfect were the window was broken. 'hummmmmm.' i started to search and i found the blade. that was all the things i found. i call the department, "get someone to bring Nichol to the station to be ask question because right know she is one of the suspects." " we'll get her in 15 minutes," thanks Detective Jose."

that brought her in and asked the same questions i did. they didn't see any emotional in her face so they kept her there. i brought in the evidence with some pictures that i took. took it to them and asked " why is the back of the house window broken?" she didn't answer before we asked that question again she admitted that it was her, " i did it OK I'm the one who killed her!" they were all shocked. we wouldn't think it was her, nobody bothered asking why she did it. they took her to a room to be alone. so two other detective came along with me to where it was at. it was quiet like all ways we got out of the car quietly. as i heard to men talking. "did you finish your job?" "yes i did." " is Amy dead?" "yes". we all took out our guns and walked slowly towards them. they saw us and froze.we didn't shot them but we cuffed them and but them in the back of the police car.
when we went to the department we put both if them into different rooms. then i went in the room were Nichol was. " why did you say that you killed your best friend." " its just i don't want to come back and forth and but it at an end." " well we found the real killer and now you are free." so my case was over i figured out what happened and was glad.
we walked into one room with the guy wearing a tan color shirt with really lose jeans. he had a scar on his right side arm, his top lip looked like it was cut and and his were in different direction. his left eye went straight and his right looked down. he had a small weird looking beard. he was a creepy man. he had also had blood on his shirt and on his hand. 'has he been killing lots more than just the one girl?' "what is your name sir?" "m-y- n-a-me i -is deigo." "where you from?" "i-m ffrrom Mexico." "how old are you?" "iii'mm 28 goooinnng on 29 iinn a-a weeeekkk." "there is going to be another person coming in here to ask you some question."
i went on to the next man he looked at least 5 feet 2 inches, he wore steel toe working shoes. with a black pants and a white, dirty shirt: looked like he was working on a car. he had brown eyes and looked Mexican too. i walked in asking him questions. "What is your name? how old are you and where are you from." "I'm from Mexico in 30 and my name is Adrian." "well someone will be comming in to ask you question in...5 minutes." i walked off filling in a paper about Adrian, now it is up to them to figure what happened.

how to make logandale better

the thing that could make Logandale a better school is that we could have more activities after school. one reason is getting more sports. my second reason is that we should have more learning activities. my last reason is ti have a fun raiser. what idea would you have this school better?
one reason i think we should have more activities is maybe like more sports. this can help people lose weight if they are over the limit that they are not supposed to be. this can help people become flexible when running or make them build muscles. also it can keep kids in shape and active over the summer and they already know how to do it. doing sports, you can also learn but at the same time you need to learn more on what you do in your class.
my second reason is that we need more learning activities for after school programs. this could help students that need extra help in what ever they need. most people have trouble working with math. some have trouble with reading and vocabulary, most with all subjects. students can also learn more than one way of doing their math problems. if the students are able to learn and keep their grades up we can have something to raise money with, maybe a fun raiser.
my third reason is that the teachers and students can make a fun raiser as a group thing at school. students can learn to interact with what's around them and also at the same time, have that they deserve. the only way that this could happen is if students could learn how to keep their grades up. by this they can raise money and get new things in the school. like they can get new instruments, new desks, and anything that they can get their hands on. at the same time kids are learning and having fun at the same time.
the things that could make Logandale a better school is that we need more activities for afterschool. my first reason is that we could have more sports. secondly maybe we should have more learning activities. we can also have a fun raiser. would it be better adding more activities after school?

amber wolf, lifes story

Me and my family had a huge party for Christmas. Every side of the family came to this party. I was there not having fun but hey at least I heard the music. I was laying on the bed I was at least 8 going to 9 months pregnant. I did not want any ambulance to come get me because of the Christmas party.
My aunts uncle and other people from the family coming to visit me. I was in so much pain that I wanted to wait to the next morning so I took a Tylenol, but only took half of it. It helped it took away half the pain away. I left the house at 7 in the morning. the child was born at 8:45 at night. It was a 14 hours in a hospital.

The doctor said that the child was suppose to me born in the night of Christmas day. Instead my child was born the next day. I named the new born, amber. We went home and then my dad wanted to hold the child, so did my mom. they talked and talked.
When my daughter was 3 or 4 she had a terrible accident in her life. it was hard to think and talk about around me. So she had went on the top of the porch and the side of the house they have the railing, since my younger sister was out there , amber decided to go out there. she started playing on it -my aunt went back in the house with out me noticing it- the next thing you know it, she was on the cement floor on top of the railing. Amber had feel 7 feet from where she had fallen.
I was scared running down the stairs. Soon the ambulance came took me inside the house. It was hard for them to move amber because her head started to hurt within seconds. So they had to pick her up slowly and slide her onto the bed like moving thing. By the time they were done with me they said I had a crack in the school, a broken foot and short term memory lost. She was stuck in the hospital for a week to make sure that she can walk and see. It was a terrifying day/week for the family and myself.
They said that she would not be able to talk, read or write, despite of her injury. As the years passed she has proved them all wrong. She was able to write read and talk. But on the talking part she had trouble. When she had turned 7 or 8. I went to camp over the summer. She told me that camp is really fun. The day that the a field trip to a roller skating rink that every body had fun besides her. She had another accident. She had fell on her had cracked her wrist bone. She had a cast on her arm for 2 months.
Since then she had a good life. 5 years that nothing happened. Until yesterday,her dad and Amber had went to go get food. She told me the story. It goes like this.
Amber and her dad went out to get something. Since people have to pull over for fire trucks, ambulance and police cars. So her dad pulled over for the firetruck and the car behind us didn’t stop until the last mintue and ran into the car. she was in the passenger seat and her dad driving. then her dad called 911 they got there they asked her questions to make sure she was okay. then to her dad. then i came and then she left with me. her dad had to stay. the guy that was driving the other car failed that drinking test, so he is being charged for that, and he has to go to court because he failed the test and because he hit the car. are car didnt get any damage only like one spot but the other car got terribly dmage. she was fine to the next day coming from school from back pain from the crash. so this is her life.