Frustrated, angry, and confused with my thoughts moving through my head faster than a bat out of hell. I know there's two places I can go where all my troubles will all vanish, at least for the time being. The basketball court, or my music room. I storm into the music room, where papers lay scattered, and chords for guitars and microphones are jumbled. I plug my guitar headphones into my I-Pod, flip the switch on my amp, and grab the neck of my guitar and swing it up to my leg. After the short time it takes me to find a song on my I-pod, I'm picking away. My life disappears, all my problems are gone, and nothing else matters as my fingers slide up and down the steel strings. Next thing I know, I've been playing for an hour, and I think about what just happened. I snap back to reality, to realize that what I've been living in for the past hour was just a fantasy.

The year was 2081. There were many projects going on to help the earth, they couldn't be counted. The Earth was a total mess, but we still had the money to waste on $200,000 dollar cars, or better known now as placars. Cars that could fly, yet could still drive on land. The Earth was a total mess, and the USA was dominating other countries. Greed has taken over our lives. The government is controlling everyone, whether it be regular people, or celebrities. We had walked on mars,we had people living on the moon, and Osama was officially 6 feet underground. The world was in pandemonium.

Personal Narrative

I passed the ball and looked back at the clock. 3 and a half seconds left. I called for the rock back after my guy collapsed. I probably got the ball back with 2 seconds left. I was already squared and ready to shoot, so I rose up, and released the ball. "Get in. Get in," I thought to myself as the ball spun towards the basket. It seemed to stay up in the air forever, but I heard the buzzer start to ring a little after I touched back down. Next thing I knew, the ball hit the side of the rim and went straight down. I turned towards my bench with my fists clenched as my teammates swarmed. It seemed like it lasted forever, even though it was only about 15 ticks of the clock. When I went through the line, the other teams perspiring heads were down, with a look of adversiteyon their face. That was one of the greatest feelings of my life.

Homework

Homework

You look over at the clock below the TV, and realize it’s past midnight. “How much more homework do I have?” you think to yourself impatiently. “I must have been doing this for at least 4 hours!” Your eyelids feel as if they have weights hanging down from them, and it’s a struggle to keep them open. You’ve tried everything to keep yourself awake, from splashing water on your face to blasting music into your ears. Nothing seems to be working. It feels as if your brain is being tenderized with a mallet. Your eyes are flickering now, and they shut. You snap them back open, forcing yourself to stay awake and focused. You must stay awake. You must finish your homework. You must keep your eyes open. You must get this done. But then, you take just a small mental break, and feel your eyes shut, and they don’t open back up. Later, you wake up to noise that seems louder than a gunshot, even though it's just the TV on low volume. Disoriented, you drag your head up off the couch and glance over at the clock and realize its 3 in the morning. “What more can I do?” you think as you hike back to your room where you will flop yourself down on your bed, and even that seems like a marathon.

SNOW

Snow

I look out the window, and the snow covers the grass like a dense blanket. The grass is being suffocated, as it lays beneath the wet, thick, heavy snow. Then however, a glimmer of hope, as the rain plummets down, crashing into the snow, as the snow melts in the moist warm air. When I wake up, and see the snow, all gone. Finally, the green grass is breathing, free from the suffocating snow, soaking up the sun. However this won’t last, as a fresh thin layer of pure white snow covers the ground over night, making the grass shiver with fear. The grass grasps for its last gulp of air, praying that this is just some nightmare, but it is to no avail as they get blinded by the stunning snow. All hope is lost for another 2 and a half months, as more snow piles on time after time.

Kidnapping Essay

Kidnapping Essay

It all starts out when your mom forgets to buy gas when she comes home from work. So when you’re out and about, she stops to buy gas. Since it’s scorching outside, she decides that she is going to leave the car on while she goes in to pay. You and your brother are arguing inside, when you hear the car door open. You both close your mouths in the blink of an eye, and pray that she didn’t hear you. However, this isn’t your mom in the car. It’s a total stranger, with a gun in his tattooed hand. The next thing you know, you’re speeding down the highway, and that gun that was in the man’s hand, is pointed into your neck. Your worst nightmare has just become your reality.

This happens to kids all over the world, up to an estimated 25,000 times a year. Even then, those are just the reported kidnappings, and only one tenth of the kidnappings are reported. In the last 6 years, there has been a 100% increase of the number of reported kidnappings. Not all of those end up in a happy ending though. Only 40% of the people kidnapped were returned safe and uninjured. The sad thing about that is that about half of the number of people kidnapped is between the ages 4 and 11, and 74% are girls. Every 40 seconds a child is kidnapped or goes missing in the United States. These numbers are way too high, and us as the United States of America need to fix that.

Now many people think that these stories they hear are just in books like Danger in the Desert but they can easily happen. Such as the story of Jaycee Lee Dugard, who was kidnapped when she was just 11 years old. Just on her way to school, she was snatched up by a grown man. Kept in a little backyard in a tent for nearly two decades, no one ever knew that she was there. She was raped, time after time, and gave birth twice, the first when she was only 14. Thankfully, someone finally noticed the weird activity going on, and found that the kidnapper had a history of being a sex offender. During questioning, he turned himself in. This is one of the lucky cases, but as you can imagine, it could have turned a lot worse, and I’m sure you’ve heard other bad stories on the news.

While you may think that this will never happen to you, it can to easily. Try to keep your guard up, even though the police are trying to do everything they can to stop kidnappings and carjacking, as well parents. You never know what could happen. Just a routine trip to your friends and back, could turn out to be your last night alive.

Split Splat

Inspired by Milton Resnick's East is the Place

Split Splat
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The sounds of not caring
Just letting things go the way they are
Doing one, mindless thing, and just letting it go