Essay

Oh Essay How I loathe writing you
Writing you makes me blue
My essays are never well written
With you, oh essay, I am so not smitten

Oh Essay you make me sad and down
people ask why the frown
I reply Because I have to write an essay by the week's start
Oh essay please depart

An Essay on the prejudice in My Antonia, A Raisin in the Sun, and the Bean Trees is what awaits me
From this essay I wish I was free
Oh Essay please die
why me oh why?

Depressing...

So I have a major writer's block, so instead of stories I'm going to write about my day... and stuff like that until i regain my inspiration.
Today was an awful day. It seemed like all we talked about in school was the stock market crisis. You know how depressing it is to hear over and over that me and my future children will be paying more in taxes because of this? That our country is heading for ruin? And that it will happen in my lifetime? DEPRESSING. No wonder people commit suicide, not that i am suicidal, i'm just saying. So besides that, I failed my chemistry quiz because my crazy teacher gave us like 10 minutes to do a quiz where we had like 6 problems where we had to do a bunch of crazy things that we didn't even get taught! UGH. Then we also had football in gym-barf. The only good part of my day was creative writing. Even Multi-Media Arts was depressing, because it was after English which was particularly downing today. Then when I went to the gym to work out, only depressing news was on. A guy died because a policeman tasered him, a 14-year old boy got doused with gasoline and almost died, and don't get me started on the 700 billion dollar bailout plan. So here's some happy or at least not depressing news, cause we don't get enough of them.
Palin Corn Maze
This is Just Stupid
The PETA's Weirdest Idea Yet-Breast Milk Ice Cream
Seriously, This is a bit Paranoid- Hot Dog Bomb Scare At Philly's Stadium

What Do You Believe?

So I felt moved to share about my spirituality. My struggles, my highs, my lows etc. My parents are both saved. They became saved shortly after i was born, so i was raised in the church. When I was four - i personally don't remember this- i went to VBS and came home saying I accepted Jesus into my heart. I was saved. My whole life I have been saved. I believe that God created everything, and sent his perfect son to die for our sins, and to be forgiven all you have to do is repent. To be saved, you have to believe that and trust on Jesus to save you. I believe God is three in one. I believe God is a forgiving, loving, and perfect being, and loves us more than we can comprehend. I believe that one day Jesus will return and take all believers to Heaven, and I will be one of them.
Throughout my life, for kindergarten to the present day I have attended a Christian School where I was taught about God. So basically everyday had God in it. Or at least I heard about Him everyday. For years God seemed a distant being. Every so often I would feel incredibly close to him, but when that faded, I was back to being distant. Well last year I started reading the Bible every night-just a chapter a day- and I've started to feel like He's really there. Like he's not some distant being off in space, looking down at everyone. He's here in my room, sitting on my bed next to me as I write this post, as I read my Bible, as I gossip about that person, as I eat, as I go to school, He's everywhere. I feel that now. I really encourage people to read their Bible everyday, set aside ten minutes and read, and let God talk to you. You might not always be moved by the verses you're reading -I know there are times when I feel nothing at the verses I read- but do it anyway, because you never know when a verse will speak to you. Also this summer I went on a missions trip. It was a great experience, it taught me a lot about God, and about myself, and brought the two of us closer. Ever since that trip, I've felt pretty close -I strongly recommend that as well. So that's all I have to say, if anyone reads this, and wants to ask a question about faith, God, or stuff like that feel free, I'll try to answer the best i can :)

The Presidental Primary Race Romance Part 4

They met in the park. They hugged for several minutes, before they kissed then they just stood their in embrace.
"I missed you,"Isabella said after minutes of silence.
"Me too," he said, he kissed the top of her head. "Isabella, there's uh... something... I want to tell you."
"What?" Isabella said, her head on his chest.
"I...I..."
"Yes?" She looked up at him.
"I love you," he blurted out suddenly, so fast that Isabella was not sure what she heard. She smiled at him.
"You do?"
"Yes," he said, almost with a sigh of relief at her smile.
"I love you too," Isabella said before they kissed. There was shout. Isabella and Travis turned to see their fathers coming at them.
"I thought I told you not to see this boy," David Jacobs said.
"What are you doing out of your room, I thought you were sick," Lance Bentley said. "But you're with this girl."
"We love each other," Travis said stepping protectively in front of Isabella, and in between his father and her. David turned red at this. Thinking Travis was barring him from his daughter.
"Come on Isabella," he said turning to leave.
"No," Isabella said. "I want to stay with Travis. You can't stop me from seeing him. I won't let your feud with his father stop us from being happy."
"Yes, we won't become another Romeo and Juliet," Travis said taking Isabella's hand in his. Lance and David looked at each other then at their children. Lance spoke first.
"I suppose if you are determined..."
"We are," Travis and Isabella said in unison.
"Then there's nothing we can do about it," Lance replied. "Truce Jacobs?"
"Truce," they shook hands and Travis and Isabella smiled at each other then kissed, happy their love story ended happily.

And they lived happily ever after, The End.

The Presidental Primary Race Romance Part 3

Travis paced his room, trying to decide whether or not to call Isabella. Would she hate him like their fathers hated each other? Finally he decided to call her. She picked up on the third ring.
"Hey," she said.
"Hi, it's Travis."
"Hey, what's up?"
"Are you mad at me?"
"Why would I be?"
"My father is your father's enemy, and I didn't tell you,"
"I didn't tell you who my father was either, so are you mad at me?"
"Of course not!"
"Ok then," she said.
"So... since that's settled. How would you feel about maybe, going out sometime?"
"Like on a date?" She asked.
"Yeah," Travis waited for her to say no.
"That would be cool, but we'd have to meet somewhere so our parents won't find out."
"Ok," Travis said excited. "How about this friday, we meet in the park down the street from the place we met?"
"That sounds great. See you then!" Isabella said, and hung up. Travis pumped his fist into the air.
Travis and Isabella had a great date, and many more after that. It wasn't long before they had fallen in love. They were on a date, walking through the park hand in hand, when suddenly there were flashes of a camera. The couple was not sure what that was from, and continued walking, talking, and laughing. Two days later, however, pictures of the two of them holding hands, and kissing was in all the gossip magazines. Isabella's father was outraged, and grounded her. He didn't take her cell phone away though, and Isabella called Travis. He too had gotten grounded.
"This is so unfair, just because our fathers don't get along, we can't see each other."
"It's kinda like Romeo and Juliet."
"Yeah, but I'm not killing myself over this, sorry."
"Hey, that gives me an idea!"
"What?"
"A Republican party party is coming up. If we both pretend to be sick, we'll have to stay home, but we'll sneak out and see each other."
"Ok, we'll meet in the park."
They carried out their plan a few days later, and it went perfectly. Their parents bought their sick act, and they went to meet at the park.

The Presidental Primary Race Romance Part 2

Travis and Isabella talked for a while until Carrie came back and joined their conversation. However a man came and told Carrie that her uncle wanted her and she left, leaving the two alone again. They talked, and talked.
"Do you have a cell phone?" Travis asked suddenly.
"Yeah," Isabella replied. "You?"
"Yeah," he took a deep breath. "Do you- do you mind, could I have uh... your number," he said nervously as he rubbed the back of his neck.
"Yeah, sure, that'll be cool," Isabella said smiling before naming off her number, and then Travis named off his, and they both entered the numbers into their phones.
"I'm...really glad you were here," Travis said hesitantly.
"Me too," Isabella said, also hesitantly not used to speaking her feelings, especially not to a guy.
"You're....amazing" he smiled at her, a half, crooked smile. The smile warmed Isabella's heart.
"You're not so bad yourself," Isabella said, smiling shyly back at him. Before she knew what was happening, Travis had leaned forward kissed her, and drew back. His face and turned a pinkish color, and he looked embarrassed.
"I'm sorry," he said quickly. "I shouldn't have done that, we just met, I felt compelled to and I'm sorry."
"That's ok," Isabella said. It was more than ok, it was her first kiss. She smiled at him, to let him know she meant it.
"Really?"
"Yeah,"
"Cool," He sighed with obvious relief. "So... do you..." He didn't get to say anymore because Isabella's dad came over from one side, and Lance Bentley came over from the other. Seeing the other they both grew angry.
"You!" They said at the same time.
"What is your son doing talking to my daughter?" David asked, gripping Isabella's shoulders.
"What is your daughter doing talking to my son?" Lance asked, gripping Travis' shoulders.
Travis and Isabella just looked at each other, disappointed at this find. The two fathers led their children away, but Travis and Isabella both turned back to catch each others eye one last time.

The Presidental Primary Race Romance

Isabella Jacobs smiled for the cameras, though they most likely weren't focused on her, but her dad. Her dad, David Jacobs was one of the three hopefuls for the republican primary candidate. Right now he was making a speech. Isabella was sitting in the front row of the audience in between her mom, Jessica, and little brother, Harry. All were dressed in their best. Isabella had on a blue business suit with a skirt and a bun, both of which she hated and felt uncomfortable with. Harry was also squirming in his suit and tie. Her father, the last one to make a speech, finished and they broke to go have a party.
"Mom, can I pleeeease go change?" Isabella begged.
"Ok, take your brother to go get his clothes from the car." Isabella took her brother's hand, and the car keys, and went out to her parent's car and got the two bags of casual clothes.

Fifteen minutes later Isabella emerged from the bathroom in jeans, a light sweater and converse. Her brother was waiting for her, also changed. She brought him to her parents and went back out to the car. She dropped the clothes off at the car and started to head back to the hall where all the republican big shots where. She walked slowly because she really didn't want to go back. She knew no one her own age. When she had almost reached the building she saw the cutest guy ever. He had black hair that covered his ears and green eyes. He wore a black tee and blue jeans. He looked over a her, and Isabella smiled, but then a pretty redhead with green eyes came up to him. Isabella's smile faded and she hurried into the hall.

She was standing over by a plant, trying to hide from the crowd as she snacked.
"Hey," someone said suddenly. Isabella whirled around to see the cute black-haired guy and the pretty redhead.
"Hi,"
"I'm Travis and this is Carrie."
"Nice to meet you, I'm Isabella," she smiled shyly at both of them.
"Nice to meet you, do you often come to these parties?" Carrie asked.
"Yes, I know one of the nominees," Isabella had learned that when she would meet new people, she should keep who her father was a secret.
"Us too, well, I think I'll go mingle. I'll be back soon. Great to met you Isabella, we should hang out during these boring things," Carrie said smiling before she left.

Travis would get Carrie back for leaving him with Isabella. They both stood in silence. Travis wondered which candidate she was close to. He hoped that it wasn't David Jacobs. Travis' father was Lance Bentley, another candidate was practically sworn enemies with David Jacobs. Sure they were nice to each other in front of the cameras, but off cameras they hated each other. He shook himself from his thoughts and focused on the pretty brunette in front of him.
"So," he said.
"So."
"Well this is awkward. How old are you?"
"17, you"
"18."
"Cool, can you drive?"
"Yep."
"I'm not driving yet, I can't wait to."
"It's a blast, you'll enjoy it once you can drive. What's your favorite hobby?"
"Drawing, painting, and reading, what about you?"
"I like painting and reading too, i also play the guitar."
"That's cool. I love listening to music, but can't play anything."
"What's your favorite band?"
"Emery, and a lot of other ones."
"They're cool, I like them too. What's your favorite books?"
"I like Pride and Prejudice, but my favorites have to be Twilight and Breaking Dawn."
"Carrie read those, she absolutely loves Edward," Isabella smiled.
"So do I, I think every female who reads the book loves him," Travis smiled too. He would have to thank Carrie for leaving him alone with this awesome girl.

Summer is offically over

School starts tomorrow
Oh what a joy
School starts tomorrow
Great, loads of work to do
School starts tomorrow
No more sleeping in late
School starts tomorrow
I just can't wait
School starts tomorrow
I can't contain my excitement
School starts tomorrow
I hate it.