So last night was the funniest thing in the world. My brother sent my mother and I a box of chocolate covered fruit for valentines day along with a balloon. So I was sitting there with my mother and her friend and I noticed that my mom looked a little sad; so I decided to suck the helium out of the ballon to make my voice really high. I started talking and I sounded like I was apart of the cartoon. My mom laughed so hard that she was crying. I kept calling her and asking her if she wanted to try but she was laughing so hard that she couldn't speak. After all of the helium was gone, I was so high to the point that I thought my head was gonna roll of my shoulders. The funniest thing was that I had a terrible after taste in my mouth because the type of balloon it was. Usually I suck the chemical out of the rubber balloons but this time it was the metallic one. I was just happy I made my mother happy. 

Be it the 7 Eagles Jerseys, 9 Phillies Jerseys (1 of which is signed), 4 Flyers Jerseys (2 were actually worn on the ice), 4 Basketball Jerseys (1 is Michael Jordan’s McDonalds High School Jersey), 1 College Football Jersey (Joe Namath Alabama), as well as a jersey worn by Donovan Mcnabb in his rookie year, and many more jerseys that I have put away in my garage; But because of all of the choices, the one I have decided to wear today is just one of the many Phillies Jerseys, with the number of one of their “Aces” and Some of my friends have told me that I should consider selling some of my “Collection” or donate them to a charity that gives clothes to kids in poverty in third world countries, so I turned around and told them “You got to be out of your mind to even think for a second I would just give away these jerseys, but I suppose it would be a good thing,” so they told me “ that is just selfish if you think them kids don’t deserve to have them jerseys that you are not even wearing,” so being the type of person I am, I simply took only the jerseys that had no worth of EVER wearing and sent them to the charity organization that takes care of the distribution so a couple of days went by and I had received a couple of letters from places I had never heard of with pictures enclosed of the kids who got the jerseys.

Victoria sat on the cushion of the windowsill in deep thought, switching between glancing down at the dark vacant street below her, which was occupied by only two sleeping cars; one blue, one white, and then up at the sparkling starry sky while she hoped that at least one of the burning bodies of gases had received all of her telepathic wishes and had sent her back some sort of confirmation that earlier that day when Bobby Johnson had approached her in the hallway and grabbed her hand to pull her aside to say “Vicky, I… well, we…. I mean, I should first say that I… no wait, she became…  sweet heart Lisa and I are having a baby,” he was jokingly referring to the most popular senior health project where the students pair up and take care of a child, and that when she laughed and shoved him playfully, replying, “Omigod, shut up- really? It’s such a shame; that child will die in days,” he would’ve smiled and agreed with a laugh of his own while wrapping his arms around her comfortably and reminding her of her future in bearing his children instead of remaining serious and grabbing her hand, holding onto it and refusing to let go until she undoubtedly understood that he was seriously and literally going to have a child with Lisa, who was not only her best friend since pre- school, but the one who had introduced Bobby to her as her first cousin, but dragging her along through this disturbing joke was just too much fun for him.    

As I watched his rehearsed, unduly ridiculous speech, which I had heard before on many occasion, with his overly fitted suited with matching printed tie screaming creepy politician who will stand in the crowd, kissing babies in hopes of reelection to keep his seat of power that he may not have truly deserved, if he politician’s uniform was not enough his tacky overly decorated office covered with awards, accolades, accomplishments, and newspapers covers with his gleaming white ‘trust-me-if-you-want-to’ smile screamed at me, giving me more than enough reasons to hate this city and its political leaders who we ignorantly allow to keep their positions, I knew that I did not want to be standing in the crowd of kids they believed were the best at a sport that they: 1. Knew nothing about 2. Couldn’t care less, and 3. Had no interest in learning more, we were just another step in his process to remain the sole ruler of our adjudication system, but there was one woman, whose name was Roxanne (her last name I cannot remember), the youngest judge in Philadelphia she stood at a height of about 5 foot, with her small stature that was covered by a black over sized judge robe, and a smile bright enough to make light up a dreary court room, she changed my opinion about our court system, even though we were not able to see her proceed over a real trial, her love for the law and everything it stands for protruded out louder the ignorant speech of district attorney.

 

​Minato Asagi was your normal high school student, who was an A, B student, captain of the kendo club, Student council member and boyfriend to the prettiest girl in school, Yukari Todowashi, and although he was average at most things, the one thing he excelled at over any other was card games; Be it Yu-Gi-Oh or Blackjack, Minato was the undisputed champion but, all of that changed when one day, when the resident reserved girl of the school, Hinata Yamagishi, beat him at his own game, then claimed to hate him and card games in general; Minato, determined to find out more, Minato follows her and is suddenly dragged into her world as they are attacked, his powers activate and he is teleported to the far off land of Sensori, where the monsters are abundant, people are warriors and any video game nerd would call paradise, and now, with his powers, his new teammate and his will, he must learn to survive and unravel the secrets in this card based death world as the clock

 

 

I sort of wandered down the long empty cold halls during my everlasting third period Science class, which I know I should not have been doing since I have been missing a lot of classes recently and it's only the start of the second semester- I didn't want to be in that class I need to get up, contemplate things on my mind;  now just glancing through the windows at all the full classes as I walked by, students almost still like statues-staring ahead; not really looking for any one in particular I just thought about the usual topics-basically everything: reasons why I rarely talk to my mother any more, how my Step-Father irritates my life so much, favoring one of my sisters over the other, how I'm barely passing some of my classes,  I can hardly stand: the teachers voices-the perfect lullabies to a goodnight sleep or the repulsive heavy breathing asthmatic I sit next to in multiple classes,  the messy eater who some how can make mounds of crumbs from a fruit, the vain girl who puts her lip gloss on every fifteen seconds and flips her hair so I can smell the musk sent of her cheap corner store shampoo, all of these people find ways to scrape and claw at my nerves…

Well it's almost a 250 word sentence.

I could get all creative with this piece of writing, I suppose, I could add all the flourishes and adjectives and flowing description that would give it more mass and content so I could somehow reach two hundred and fifty words, I could think of some event and describe it down to every last insignificant, tiny, minute detail, I could just keep on finding more and more descriptions to include, abuse the thesaurus to death and do this the proper way that I was told to; however, I find that completely, ridiculously, insanely impossible and I don’t think I can even get past one hundred words, if I can even reach that goal,  I’ll be lucky if I can even make it that far; I know this is supposed to help me structure sentences or purvey thoughts or something good like that, but I don’t see how I can even manage to do it, because I can’t focus on one singular thought, this turned into a giant run-on sentence before I was even past the first line, but I can’t think of much else to put because this is just completely beyond me and using grammar this poor (my own fault, I know it can be accomplished somehow, but I have no idea how to, personally) is really just breaking my heart and depressing me.