Where your finger tips and keys meet in harmony. A boy in School wrote a story that would change the WORLD as we know it! However; little did he know, he would occasionally glance at his TV and the Facebook as well as his Twitter feed.
The problem was that even before this story started, he spent almost 1 hour on trying to figure out what he wants to change in this world. So he sat and thought and thought and thou...Then it hit him! He was just too tired to write and decided he would leave his document with (In A World...) and leave his readers in somewhat of a suspense to see what happens next...

 My fingers slid across my bangs pushing them behind my ear. I knew they wouldn’t stay there but fall back towards my face. Still I wanted them out the way to think. Lightly my laptop made a buzzing sound from where it sat in my lap. Something about this all was not working. My mind had no thoughts what’s so ever passing through it. It was just kind of blank, almost like the little person inside of there just walked out on me when need.  I leaned backwards against my headboard closing my eyes. Without thinking I sad loudly to myself. “UGH I hate this! Why cant a write?! It’s just a story”

 Just then my mother looked into my room looking curiously and said “Hey there need help with something.” I tilted my head and opened one of my eyes. “Just writing a story mom” On her face there was a look that consisted of a mixture of please tell me my own kid did not forget how to write, interest like a little kid and why didn’t I tell her.  “Heyyyyy think I can maybe help,” she said like a kid, which couldn’t help but make you smile. “No thanks mom I can get this sooner or later….or really later..” I said smiling a bit. She pouted and said awed before shuffling out of my room. Of course I knew it was jokingly. She always used her kid act at times for fun.

 Once she left I leaned back on my bed again trying to think of an idea. I tried everything I could to get some sort of creativity going. Shuffled through iTunes, imed friends and played a puzzle game. Still I had nothing that inspired me to write. Mentally I had given up and that was the moment it hit me. I shot right up and began writing. Grinning at my laptop and said to myself thinking I was a genius “A story about a story…how perfect...” Before I allowed to let myself let out my genius life I continued to type on happily.

I think we all remember THAT date, one awkward one that we wish we could forget, but doesn't seem to leave.  This was one of those dates.  In his defense, perhaps he saw it as a mere friendly outing, where chivalrous gestures are not expected.  I guess I missed that memo.

He had invited me to the movies, nothing too special or significant.  It was an action movie. Batman? Perhaps.  As my dad drove me to the theater, I remember the butterflies that come at the beginning of any relationship.  What can I say?  I liked the guy.  My dad passed me a 20 as I opened the door.  Though I didn't expect to use it, I stuffed it in my pocket.  

I met him in the lobby.  We saw a few friends and waved.  He let me order my ticket first.

"Regular admission for the 3:50 show, please."   

"Make that two," he said over my head.

I smiled.  He was going to pay for me.

"You want to split it? 10,10?"

My face must've said it all.  The ticket clerk interrupted my utter surprise. 

"You're not paying for her? You have to."

"Next time, dude."

I faked a smile and passed him my money.  We weren't going on another date; that much was clear.  

​I hate riding the subway. The noise of steel and static-ey intercom voices gives me a nauseating headache. So it was a normal train ride. Babies crying, loud cell phone conversations and the stench of sweat and corn-chips. I was sitting in the single seat, reading the Unlitter Us ads when the train stopped at Hunting Park Station. A flood of people got on, including two staggering men who were carrying duffle bags and a bottle of OE. Seconds after the door closes these two fools start arguing about killing each other. One sips on the forty to long and the other gets mad and starts yelling about a gun in his duffle bag. Now by this time people get up and start running. I didn't waste anytime to follow. I not usually a follower but when people start running I run too. So I ran. 

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It had been a very long day full of the usual stressing school activities. My mood had been unusual and my friends were having bad day and because my Beth and I are so close the mood was affecting me tremendously and I held on to false smile that would reassure her. I went through the motions of my usual day and breathed a sigh of relief when I came home. A hot shower and lotion should have made the world a much better place, but it didn't. And then I came downstairs and found my family talking and my baby sister, Marie, laughing hysterically. She ran from her chair yelling, "Hi! Hi! Hi," and smacked right into my leg where she hugged me and ran away. I sat down with my lotion and rubbed some into my bruised leg, Marie asked if she could have some and then she rubbed lotion into her legs. And my mother and I cracked up laughing at the crazy baby. Her toenails are currently blue and her fingernails are black and after this new development in her appearance she ran to my mother saying, "Mommy! Look, my fingers pretty," in a garbled version of English. And my bad mood was lifted away and replaced with an honest-to-goodness smile.

"Que Cera, Cera"

Well, since this is my first blog post, this may come off as more of a journal entry than a story so just bear with me.  yesterday was February 7th, a.k.a, Superbowl Sunday. Of corse there were parties to attend all over the city but i decided to go to one with my friends, the one being hosted by the girl ive had a crush on for a long time, but i'll get back to that.  Yesterday was not a day completely full of fun that i wish it had been.  A couple of days ago a dear friend of mine had fallen into a coma, and had not woken up since, and yesterday, he went completely brain dead and they ended up pulling the plug on him.  It was a heart breaking moment to have another friend snatched away from me so quickly.  I stayed i

So as I was sitting in Mr. Kay's freshman drama class Mr. Kay is teaching his students about interacting with their environment. He's throwing out these scenarios for them to act out like "Your walking barefoot across broken glass." or "Your walking in waist high jello". And then he decides to make up this scenario on the spot about degrees of an earthquake and what it feels like on a 1 to 10 scale. These poor kids would fall straight to the floor at like 5. And then 10 comes along and I turn my head for a split second and I hear them all fall to the floor. I wasn't sure if I should be worried or if it was o.k to laugh. Luckily they were all o.k and it was safe to laugh. 

“Hey Amber, you weren’t in my class today”, said an anonymous teacher. “Yeah, I was late today”, I responded untruthfully. “But you signed in on time”, he politely contested.

At that point I mentally froze because I did not want to lie or even worse, get caught telling a lie. That morning I arrived at school about an hour early. I had a project due for Spanish class approximately midday. Initially, I planned to finish before my first class because the project was quick and simple. As time progressed I realized I had a lot to cut, paste, and organize and not enough time to do so. At that point “priority” came into play. Arthurline and I decided to skip class to finish our projects on time. After making that decision, we continued to cut and paste until first period was almost over and our projects were practically finished. I proceeded to geometry, the class I skipped, after remembering that I had to turn in homework. Later that day, I sat innocently outside of the teacher’s room during lunch. I was then approached with his inquiry about not attending his class that morning.

The conversation continues…”I was late to your class is what I am saying”, I responded with the intent of clarification. He then proceeded to explain that in the future I should let him know when I can’t attend his class. The way he approached me was shocking because it was so kind and respectful. However, his approach made me feel worse because I was caught in a lie and he was not upset. I told Arthurline, “I feel so bad.” I felt badly because I thought he would think I am a liar. That is an experience that I would not like to encounter again because I misrepresented myself. I felt awkward entering that class for about a week. To this day, I do not skip any classes—maybe every once in a while.

 

 

After getting dress I grabbed his leash and headed to the door. I hooked the leash to my dogs collar and was on my way out the door. The ground was covered with dirty muddy snow and ice. I hate walking my dog in these conditions because my dog is white and he tends to get dirty very quickly.
As I walked up the street, I notice the pee spots were still visible from my last walk with my dog. I thought they would had disappeared but I was wrong. That morning I decided to walk my dog on a different street. A street I normally don't walk down. Before I walked 10 steps on the block of Homer St, I notice I mountain of dog poop on the middle of the side walk. In my mind, I wonder what kind of person would allow their dog to do such a thing and not pick it up. I step into the street to ignore the pile of poop and as I tried to step back on the side walk, the patch of grass surrounded by snow also contained a huge pile of poop.
I just decided to just walk in the street and ignore the sidewalk. As I walked in the street, I couldn't believe what had happen. I stepped in dog poop.