Reflection

Two years have past already..?! It seems impossible because I still remember the first day of my seventh grade year and to think that my next one is as a freshman, is just insane. However I have enjoyed and learned so much through these years and regardless of how many times I mentioned its weaknesses and flaws, I must say I will miss it. All of the people in my classes, the teachers, and annoying substitutes will be cherished in my memory. Memories that will never be forgotten, memories that will be looked and smiled upon. Middle School is stage of reinvention and new experiences some in which I happy to say I have completed. :P As a writer I have definitely grown and raised the bar to what my goals in the future have now become. Writing essays is my strongest area I love to express my opinion but I have noticed that I do much better when I'm under pressure otherwise I will slack until the very end!

Thank you!

Author's note: After helping my four year old cousin do her math, then hearing her say the CUTEST thank-you. I know it's weird but I felt so happy!! It definitely inspired me! HAHA





It may be hard to find, or maybe too small to even care.
Only the wise know the truth behind it.
Only the clever are able to unfold its brightness.
It's a simple and honest thank-you that can illuminate your life within seconds.
The feeling of gratitude, the feeling of complete and utter appreciation.
It's those feelings that should be cherished, that should be treasured.
It's those feelings that make you float, that make you believe that good still roams Earth.
Don't look at the negative in your life, always, under all circumstances take the time.
Take the chance to love the good things in your life
Even if you think there is nothing to thank for… Think again!

You might surprise yourself.

Just right

Every day is the same. Every day seems to be an endless routine just repeating itself over and over. But regardless of my monotonous life, regardless of my usual schedule, I Raymond would never change a thing. I can't really explain the feelings that are created, or distinguish reality from fantasy, all I know is that things the way I look at them are so simple. If everyone could just get along and accept each other just the way they are, we would never have all these stages where people just walk by Squeaky and I and with no sign just start attacking us for no reason! I try to forget it, erase those images out of my mind, thankfully this is done with no problem whatsoever. Squeaky, my adorable big sister always taking care of me; she has such a sweet personality but people just don't really see her the way I do. Generous, loving, and polite it's such a shock that people tend to think of her as the complete opposite! All she ever does is run, what is the problem with that? I know she feels deliberated while sprinting, she loves it when the breeze caresses her face, and the weird thing is that for once I can actually keep up. With no effort at all, my legs somehow become weightless, as if they were replaced by some really soft feathers, given to me by a magical bird. At last everything is just right. Just right, exactly the way I like it.

Forgiveness

Like an endless warm hug, forgiveness fills our life with joy.
It's free, it's simple. But not everyone can take pleasure in such wonderful gift.
The weak, the vulnerable can never forgive. Forgiveness is only an attribute of the strong.
When you forgive it's almost as if you were setting a prisoner free.. then discovering that the prisoner was you.

A New Era

The year was 2081, the earth was not even the shadow of what I remembered. Cars, forget that. Skycars are the new thing. Iphones? What are those? There now exist the portable laptop/phone called "The Visioner" able to listen to any commands and put them to actions within seconds! I can't believe how changed everything looks, how different everything is. Green is out, blue is in.

Hey Mom! Oh yeah, I almost forgot I think I broke my arm..

It was a warm night with almost no breeze, I knew it was time to go inside and get ready for bed but the truth is I much rather play with my friends, I mean I was only eight. Five minutes past and I was still begging my mom to let me go to my friend/neighbor's house and see her puppy. All of the other girls were going too! There was no way that I was going to miss out, no way! At last thankfully my mom gave in, little did I know that out of all the cheering misery was about to come. No, we did not go to her house. Instead we all decided to play and wander in the neighborhood.. WHEN BAM! There it was.. That poor kitty just resting in the streets, as we got near we realized that it was dead!!!! My heart started racing a million miles per hour, fear and panic overpowered me AND my friends. We raced back home running as fast as we could, let me just give you a tip NEVER run in flip flops… My friend Ana Paula and I tumbled over ourselves mainly because I tripped and after our feet tangled which resulted to the fatal fall on top of my arm. This is probably the most painful experience I have ever gone through, tears filled my eyes to the point that everything was really blurry but on top of that the worst part was that after all that begging I had to tell my mom! There is nothing in the world that could prepare me for all the "I told you sos" backed up by her piercing voice. At the end a lesson is learned, listen to your mom and don't let other people's decision interfere with your actions otherwise you could end up with a broken arm or worse.

Good-bye Sleep

Breath taking, terribly horrible, and traumatizing. How is possible to endure all of these feelings?! How is it possible to be able to go through that movie again?! Some may say that I'm very weak or a chicken but once you see that movie your whole body will just. Freeze. There is no possible way that after experiencing an hour and half of this terrifying movie you’re still able to make a sound other that "AHHH!!!". Bloodcurdling, spine tingling, and hair raising are all of the words that pop to my mind. I'm scared to even think about it, scared to think that such things could happen to me! I must warn you the movie "Shuttle" will be a one way trip to hell.