tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11989591114403560032024-03-14T00:48:27.537-07:00writeyourtruth2The writing in this blog has been submitted by the students of Fresno County Court and Community Schools and from students in Butte County and South Africa. All of these students write from their hearts and share their truths.Unknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger3125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1198959111440356003.post-58036196361149630972012-05-14T11:15:00.000-07:002012-05-14T11:20:02.563-07:00Fiction 59<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;">
<b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><u>Fiction 59 Stories: </u></b></div>
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<b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;">Following is a collection of fictional stories told with exactly 59 words. These stories are from the students of Butte and Fresno County with a couple of teachers participating with their Fiction 59 submittals…</b></div>
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<b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><u>Full Moon Sways</u></b></div>
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<b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>“Wow, it sure is bright out tonight,” I said smiling.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>My eyes continued to gaze upon the moon, its reflection glistening across water.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Watching the moon like this made me somehow feel at peace. “Totally magical, right?” she laughed cheerfully. Grinning softly, I looked up at her, “Yup, It just seems to make the stress in one’s life vanish.” </b></div>
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<b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;">I rushed, my usual form of arrival, in an attempt to save the environment, no, to save my pocketbook by means of mass transportation.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Scrounging quarters from my backpack, I insert the fare, and scan my various cohorts: too big, too smelly, too loud… just right.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Breathing steadily as sweat beads built, I wondered what ‘just right’ was thinking.</b></div>
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<b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;">The day my brother went away to prison. The day was crazy, shocking and hard to believe because we couldn’t understand what the police were going to charge him with. Sad to say, but, the charge was murder. My, mother broke down that’s when all the drinking started it was sad to see her hurting in an ugly way.</b></div>
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<b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><u>Challenges</u></b></div>
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<b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;">I took a deep breath, my evil cousin bringing ridiculous thoughts to my brain, “You can’t do it.” I paced myself quietly up and down the white long hallways. With sweat streaming down my face, heart racing rapidly, and my face<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>cherry red, I walked up to challenge my match that everyone doubted upon me, “Will you marry me?”</b></div>
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<b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><u>School Ugh!</u></b></div>
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<b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;">Beep, Beep, Beep. Crap I’m late to school again! Ugh, I hate school! Daily I wake up, get dressed and trudge to school. The same thing every day. “You’re late.” “What’s new?” If you don’t get to school on time you are going to regret it. Now that I’m sitting here in detention, I think I should have listened.</b></div>
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<b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><u>Death</u></b></div>
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<b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;">“Why is this happening” the man thinks. “Is this a dream?” he says as he sees soldiers moving around taking men, women, and children and forcing them into the beds of trucks. “Why are they doing this?” They try to take him. He resists. Searing pain, blood gushes out of his leg. He falls. Blinding light. “Am I dead?”</b></div>
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<b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><u>It’s a mistake</u></b></div>
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<b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;">As he walks through the dust clouds, bullets are whizzing around him, thinking “Is this wrong or right?” He now feels ashamed about what he’s done, about what he’s been asked to do. He got himself into this. Resentment, wishing this was a dream. Thoughts of all the lifeless faces, wishing this wasn’t happening. Thinking “Why am I here?” </b></div>
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<b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><u>Master Plan</u></b></div>
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<b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;">One day an evil villain was planning a master plan. He wanted to steal something big something that people would never forget. He thought and thought day and night to think of a master plan that would be out of sight. One night gazing up at the midnight sky, the plan came to fruition and suddenly the moon disappeared.</b></div>
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<b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><u>Green Rain</u></b></div>
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<b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;">Today the sky was all green, and covered with four leaf clovers. I felt like today was going to be full of good luck. So I took my first step outside and realized that the sky began to rain clovers. When the clovers touched me I turned into a Leprechaun and in my hands I held pots of gold.</b></div>
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<b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><u>The Trashcan </u></b></div>
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<b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;">Well this was good. It’s not my fault I was broke. Maybe if I turn myself in they’ll let me go with a warning. It beats hiding in this crappy trashcan. Should turn myself in? No you just killed someone. I shouldn’t have used a gun I would have been better off with a knife. I’m sticking with trash can.</b></div>
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<b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><u>Terrified</u></b></div>
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<b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;">The sounds keep getting louder. I close my eyes and hope it will stop. I glance at my open door into the darkened hallway, then it stops. I get enough courage to get out of bed. Suddenly, the footsteps continue. I begin to tremble. I step out of bed and turn on the lights. “Silly puppy, you scared me!” </b></div>
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<b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><u>The Star</u></b></div>
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<b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;">There was a really pretty girl. She loved to dance and sing, as a child. When she got older the girl became a famous actor. She loved her job and the lifestyle it created for her. But, as the beautiful girl got older her beauty faded away. She retired to Cancun and lived happily with her small dog, Chico.</b></div>
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<b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;">I am sitting in my English/History class and my teacher Mr. Smith has some potatoes. They are very weird something like I’ve never seen. They have eyes, teeth, and tongues. They are all making very funny faces at me. </b></div>
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<b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><u>My Brother, My Role Model</u></b></div>
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<b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;">My brother Marcus inspires me to be the best I can be. Marcus teaches me to never give up on myself or anything I put my mind too. Whenever I need him he is there for me. Out of my whole household he was the first to graduate from high school and then go to college.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span></b></div>
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<b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><u>Regrets</u></b></div>
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<b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;">As he left the house he had an eerie feeling that death was coming over him. He got in the car, put the key in, but before he turned the key, he thought about his family, his friends, his haters. Recalling his actions the night before, knowing he was a marked man. The explosion could be heard for miles.</b></div>
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<b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><u>The Rock</u></b></div>
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<b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I am solid like a rock. I stand my ground and I don’t make a sound. I do hit hard and you will hurt. Don’t test me because I will explode. I have no feeling and no emotion. Myself, I just do not care what people think. You can try to intimidate me but it will not even work.</b></div>
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<b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><u><span style="mso-fareast-font-family: Calibri;">Part Time Super Hero</span></u></b></div>
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<b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><span style="mso-fareast-font-family: Calibri;">My name is Brent.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I am often an undercover superhero. My last name varies on what kind I am in. For my first date I often take women for a flight I love the thrill and to hear them squeal. But if you catch me on a bad day you will see me driving to my job.</span></b></div>
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<b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><u>Lapse of Memory</u></b></div>
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<b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;">I went to my cousin’s house one summer night. I walked two blocks to get to her house. I had a weird feeling on my way there. I didn’t pay much attention to that though. I should’ve known! When I got there her house looked all dead. Damn I had forgotten she had gone out of town for summer.</b></div>
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<b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><u>I got this.</u></b></div>
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<b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>“Use the force, Luke!” Brian shouted mockingly. “Can it, dumbass! I’m trying to think!” Luke retorted. He grabbed a curved stick off the ground and stuck part of it in the window. It was rainy out and Luke locked the keys in the car.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>“Almost got it,” Luke said. His grip on the stick slipped, dropping it inside. “Crap.” </b></div>
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<b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;">Me and my friend Tom were walking up the street and saw some dogs. So we took off running. Then we got away the first time. The next day we went up the same street and the same dogs cased us. So we took off again and my friend got bit by one but, <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I got away… Ha!</b></div>
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<b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><u>The Fear Inside Me</u></b></div>
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<b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;">He remembered the time when the fire was burning in his heart: knowing that he needed her to be next to him. Feelings of happiness surround her memory. God, he would give anything to see her again. Just to hear her voice and to see her smile.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Even to have her complain about his attendance would be nice now. </b></div>
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<b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><u>Another Day</u><br />It was a nice summer day to lay in the grass, but I did not do so. I was stuck inside with the windows shut. It was a day of mourning but no one was dead. That day something was deeply wrong but I did not know what it was. That day was just another day in my life.<br style="mso-special-character: line-break;" /></b></div>
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<b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><span style="mso-fareast-font-family: Calibri;"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>“Hello and welcome to Black Mesa. All fields are currently in use.” The AI was doing the regular timed conversation as all employees arrived. I was just getting in the door when the power went out again. “Blasted electricity, Freeman go down there and get the lights back on! And don’t forget your handy flak jacket,” my superior bellowed.</span></b></div>
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<b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;">She walks down the sidewalk, mindless of her inappropriate behavior, trying to seduce and impress the race they call boys. She spends hours every day preparing her make-up, lifting her skirt a little higher, even though, having regrets; she had to move up the social empire. She waited in the grassy field posing for the man she called “teacher.”</b></div>
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<b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;">One day I was walking down the street and I met this guy. He was six feet tall and had red eyes. He seemed pretty weird, but I didn’t mind. We ended up walking together and talking about past crimes. I asked if he was thirsty and he gave me an unpleasant look. He said, “I’m thirsty for blood.”</b></div>
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<b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><u>Happily Fired</u></b></div>
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<b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;">As leaving the school bus garage, he went to pick up his first student in Beverly Hills, and then proceeded to pick up the rest of the students in Hollywood. While driving to Los Angeles, there was a crash and he stopped to help despite the complaints of the rich.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>After comforting one of the victims, he went job hunting. </b></div>
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<b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><u><span style="mso-fareast-font-family: Calibri;">Brothers in Arms</span></u></b></div>
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<b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><span style="mso-fareast-font-family: Calibri;">Walking through the jungle calm as a mantis, bullets are everywhere like flies on shit. Men dropping like flies. “Must keep my cool,” he says over and over to himself. “Retreat,” he hears one of the soldiers say. “You cowards carry on the attack for country.” A bullet ripped though his chest. A blinding white light, brothers in arms.</span></b></div>
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<b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;">Mother goose had six children. Every morning before they woke she would go gather food. As they got up mother goose would have a choice of worms, slugs, beetles, and dragon fly’s. After eating she would take them down to the lake. At the lake they would all have fun with each other swimming, playing and exploring the lake together. </b></div>
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<b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;">As I bit into it, the juices rushed into my mouth. Hot and juicy with a little bit of spiciness. The white meat melted in my mouth as I drank the ice cold liquids and felt the carbs hit the waist. I knew it could be only one thing: delicious, never wanting it to end ever, yummy spicy chicken sandwich.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span></b></div>
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<b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;">The world is burning up. The creatures roamed the streets all day. The survivors hunt at night seeking a way to end their devils rain. At day break the resistance got their weapons for safety. They were getting low on ammo to fight with. The workers who stay behind started to dig a deeper hole to reach the water.</b></div>
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<b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;">Everything slows down, down now and the room turns a cool shade of purple. The walls are caving in but it doesn’t matter much because we’re above all this. Now you’re angry with me. “Angers such a stupid emotion,” I think. A smile cracks my lips, you punch me in the face and I burst into a bellowing laugh.</b></div>
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<b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><u>It Was Just A Dream<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span></u></b></div>
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<b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;">Flying higher and higher thinking, “I’m going to die,” looking out the window seeing the sea underneath us.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>The alarm erupts as if I hear a voice saying, “We are going down.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Hang on.”<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>As soon as we hit the ground the plane blew up and then I awoke breathing hard.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>It’s time to go to truancy court.</b></div>
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<b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><span style="mso-fareast-font-family: Calibri;">I'm here again: lights glaring, noises blaring, a silence like being alone. All by myself. I look around, my mates are with me. We are together. But do they know, are we really here? I pop another one just to make myself sure. My strap goes on over my head, pick in my hand, I play. I'm almost complete.</span></b></div>
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<b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;">There was a girl who ate thirty blueberries and turned purple. She didn’t know what to do! She tried eating apples, she tried eating grapes, she tried eating cherries, and what a mistake! Now she turned blue! Her mom called the doctor but he said “There’s no cure!” Now the poor girl won’t even open her bedroom door. Sad.</b></div>
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<b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;">He’s coming after me. The cage is waiting for me if I’m caught. There he is. I must turn the corner into the ally. People walked by me calling me cute. I see stairs that lead to the subway. There are always stairs.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>There he is on the right side of me. Thinking to myself, I need my pills.</b></div>
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<b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;">I remember when I was at Thunder Road Rehab in Oakland.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I was only supposed to be there for 30 days.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Back then, it felt like forever.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>So I ran away twice and got terminated.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Now I’m locked up here for another 5 months and I can’t run away.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I wish I had just stayed there at Thunder Road.</b></div>
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<b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;">Of all the malarkey I’ve been asked to do, dot my “i’s” beams me from calm to rage within seconds….anything to avoid saying goodbye or to acknowledge I will miss him.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span></b></div>
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<b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;">“Grade me down: Hogwash-bunk-drivel.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Incredulous. I will become Turkish.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I won’t adhere.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I refuse to tittle.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Kiss my <span style="mso-bidi-font-weight: bold;">diacritic. </span>Watch me dance: Jalapeno, latte, protege, coup d etat. Facade.”</b></div>
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<b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><span style="mso-fareast-font-family: Calibri;">It was a war zone of people talking shit and lying only leading to unresolved issues and fights. The classroom tries to control and fill my mind with useless junk I’ll probably never use. After school I begin wandering the ally next to the school, mindless of my stupidity. The car pulls behind us with sirens, "smoking marijuana."</span></b></div>
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<b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;">“Warning!<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Warning! Multiple damages to flak jacket, emergency first aid supplied to user.” I awoke with a pounding headache. Only thing I remembered was the ladder collapsing as I was climbing back up. My flak jacket was badly damaged and I didn’t know what to do next. Then I saw it, a head crab: a foul four legged creature.</b></div>
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<b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;">Never in my life have I been so disappointed. I really wanted some bacon. My mom and I made a bet for a couple slices. I was going to win.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I was so sure I was going to win I could almost taste it. My mouth was watering, I was anticipating the day I would eat it. Then I got locked up. Damn it…. </b></div>
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<b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;">What is life without death and therefore death without life? God knows the wonderful gift of life but we humans throw it aside like a candy wrapper. Yin and Yang together and in harmony. The way us humans were supposed to live. Then humans learned about the forbidden fruit now we can’t stop fighting. Yang regained composer and woke.</b></div>
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<b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;">Beads of sweat pour down his face, parched needing and wanting something to drink. His legs had pain as if someone were stabbing him. Roaring with his voice he yelled to the rest of the group, "Hurry, the road is just ahead." The annoying crowded group heard those words of motivation and adrenalin pumped into their legs as well.</b></div>
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<b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;">So I went to an Oakland A’s game with my dad about three years ago. He and I were rooting for the A’s and they were playing the Chicago Cubs. My dad and I were having a great time because we never really had any good quality time together. That was the best time I had with my dad.</b></div>
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<b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;">The trucks covered with mud from tires to roof. Locked hubs and lifted trucks, four feet deep in the mud pit with 48 inch tires sitting on Chevy PUs. The flag goes down and the engines roar. Two big lines of mud shoot up from the back. He started spinning tires and slowing down, but he knew he needed to win. </b></div>
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<b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;">Stumbling over the remains with crunching steps and the odor consuming, devouring, taking over my clothes.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Scanning the destruction with an apathetic lens.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I open the charred wooden box.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Miraculously, my bowling medals are unscathed.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>The mystery of where I will sleep is, present, but not in the forefront of my mind. I repeat out loud, “bowling medals.”<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span></b></div>
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<b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;">“Hey you, yeah you over there!” some jerk said menacingly.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I kept walking but he began to approach.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I had two options:<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>either go on about my business, or prepare myself for a fight.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>This guy was twice my size so I decide to ignore him, but when he pushed me, I lost it.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Now the paramedics have him.</b></div>
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<b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;">As he rolled out from underneath the grease, hands covered in blackness, he asked for a half inch to pull out the starter.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>“I have things I have to do too,” Nikki replied, handing him the wrench.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>He asked “Do you need any help?”<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>She turned with clicking heels, desperately trying to get the black off her hands. “Asshole.” </b></div>
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<b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;">The music is loved and all the girls are hot. It’s been a while since I’ve been to a party but I’m used to the environment. You know I make it live. Strobe lights nearly blinding, but I see the cutest little mama all alone. She seems so far away but she’s focused on me. Now she’s my girl. </b></div>
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<i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"><strong>Journal #1<o:p></o:p></strong></i></div>
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<i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"><strong>What I want to do
before I die is go to Stanford College and get a medical degree in Oncology and
General Surgery. I want this because my family has often been at the hands of
cancer.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I want to specialize in Oncology
and perform general surgeries because I want to save lives. I would love being
a doctor. I think I would be helping the cause of people who have cancer. I
also think people would trust me with their family and I would not let them
down as I try my hardest to do what needs to be done. The most recent death in
my family due to cancer was my uncle who died of Colon cancer on April 22, 2011
and was laid to rest April 28, 2011. The surgeons said they could not operate
on the cancer he had. He is some of the inspiration I have for being an
Oncologist.<o:p></o:p></strong></i></div>
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<i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"><strong>I was a nice and sweet
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<i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"><strong>I remember when I got
a letter saying my friend Destany passed away...<o:p></o:p></strong></i></div>
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<i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"><strong>I heard all the wrong
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<i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"><strong>I saw her before I
left, and now she’s gone<o:p></o:p></strong></i></div>
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<i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"><strong>I worried she was
hurt.<o:p></o:p></strong></i></div>
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<i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"><strong>I thought I couldn’t
do anything without her.<o:p></o:p></strong></i></div>
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<i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"><strong>But I want to change
and I don’t know how to do it without her in my life...<o:p></o:p></strong></i></div>
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<i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"><strong>I am too good of a
person to be doing badly.<o:p></o:p></strong></i></div>
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<i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"><strong>I need to realize it’s
time to wake up and do better.<o:p></o:p></strong></i></div>
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<i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"><strong>I try to think of
other things, but, she won’t go away.<o:p></o:p></strong></i></div>
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<i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"><strong>I feel so lost and don’t
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<i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"><strong>I forgive the people
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<i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"><strong>Now I want to change
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<i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"><strong>I will try to be
better…<o:p></o:p></strong></i></div>
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<i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"><strong>I chose to move on
because that’s the best thing.<o:p></o:p></strong></i></div>
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<i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"><strong>I dream we will be
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<i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"><strong>I hope things get better.<o:p></o:p></strong></i></div>
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<i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"><strong>I predict I will have
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<i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"><strong>I know I will go to
heaven with her.<o:p></o:p></strong></i></div>
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<i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"><strong>I will change…<o:p></o:p></strong></i></div>
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<i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"><strong><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>The saddest moment of my life was when my
brother died. I was in the sixth grade. When I found out I was dumbfounded and
didn’t know what to do. He didn’t live with us but he called everyday to talk
to my sister and me. He was only 15 when he died. I found out he died on
MySpace (the worst way to find out). He got hit by an on-coming train (even
though I don’t believe it). My mom was right there by the train tracks when he
died. She saw the whole thing. After I found out I cried my eyes out then took
a break then cried some more. He was the best thing that happened to me. His
dad was going crazy when he found out because they didn’t let him see his son.
If you pass by the train tracks you can still see the dried up blood where he
dies from. The thing that made it worse was that my mom didn’t let me go to his
funeral. But I learned to let it go. I will never forget his death and how it
affected me. I will never let his precious name die out; Stacy.<o:p></o:p></strong></i></div>
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<i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"><strong>The
sun is hot while I swim in the guilty river. Even in the river, my mouth feels
dry as the Grand Canyon in the summer afternoon.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>The sun is pelting me with the hot air.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>My head is heavy: a burden of love with my
golden heart full of character.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>The
night comes and my head becomes frozen with solid ice. The dead returned while
I was attempting to thaw by the campfire under the night sky. I closed my eyes
for the last time. I fell into an everlasting sleep to keep myself in balance
with my family. I was losing my mind until I rose up and thought of them. As I
was walked into the driveway the lights flashed on the door swung open with
clean clothes and they saw me.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>They
looked curiously and asked what I had relinquished. It was my life’s story plus
your legacy. They looked on while I gave them the keys. My eyes still
permanently closed as I took my final breath.<o:p></o:p></strong></i></div>
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<i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"><strong>Hello, I am a drug
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<i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"><strong>I
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<i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"><strong>I was in a gang. I
was, sexually assaulted and abused. I was kicked out of my parents’ home. I
have been hated and rejected by all of my family. I’d been beaten up on several
occasions by my parents. I have had a rough life. I am now in juvenile hall and
I am in a drug program. This drug program is one of the best things that has
happened to me.<o:p></o:p></strong></i></div>
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<i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"><strong>I
am now reconnected with my family, although not my parents. I have learned how
to stop using drugs and gain control of my life, my addiction, and myself.
Although I have had a hard life, I had to be locked up to see that I have a
problem; I would not trade it for anything. Now I can help others and share my
experience so everyone knows what drugs do to you. I wouldn’t change my life
because it defines who I am. I am going to finish school and major in
psychology. So I just want to say thank you juvenile hall.<o:p></o:p></strong></i></div>
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<i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"><strong>The saddest moment in
my life was when my brother died. I will never forget the image of seeing blood
soaking up his shirt as he lay across my lap dead. I remember screaming not
knowing what to do next. A lady and a man began to help me, they got my brother
off my lap and laid him down and called the police. I was shaking and crying as
I looked at my brother on the ground. The lady called my mom and I took the
phone and began screaming. The ambulance arrived and took him away. I looked
around and saw all of the people surrounding us and began yelling at them too.
My mom and I drove to the hospital and it seemed like hours that we were
waiting. Then a nurse came. By then all our family and friends had arrived. I
couldn’t tell by the look on her face whether it was going to be good or bad.
She walked over to my mom and asked to speak to her privately that was when I
knew something had gone wrong. After about 30 seconds my mom comes back with
tears rolling down her cheeks and her nose was as red as Rudolph’s. She opened
her mouth and said the two words I had hope I wouldn’t hear she said he’s gone.
Everyone began crying and I couldn’t breathe. That was the saddest day of my
life. There is nothing we can do about my brothers’ death but we do know that
we will never forget him. He is forever in our hearts, r.i.p big bro.<o:p></o:p></strong></i></div>
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<i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"><strong>The
one person or thing I would be willing to die for would be my mom; she means
the most to me. I would give my life for her. If somebody held my mom and I at
gun point and for some sick reason gave me the choice to die or to have my mom
die, I would have him kill me.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>That is
the best way I can think to say it.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I
owe her this.<o:p></o:p></strong></i></div>
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<i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"><u><strong>Inspired<o:p></o:p></strong></u></i></div>
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<i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"><strong>The person who inspired me is a man <o:p></o:p></strong></i></div>
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<i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"><strong>He taught us not to say I can’t, but, I can<o:p></o:p></strong></i></div>
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<i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"><strong>People come in here for all types of things<o:p></o:p></strong></i></div>
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<i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"><strong>People say I failed but what does that mean?<o:p></o:p></strong></i></div>
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<i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"><strong>He was on drugs and he was a fiend<o:p></o:p></strong></i></div>
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<i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"><strong>But look at him now he fulfilled his dream<o:p></o:p></strong></i></div>
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<i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"><strong>So now I wake every morning trying to do my best<o:p></o:p></strong></i></div>
<br />
<div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: center;">
<i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"><strong>Never knowing when I’m going to breathe my last breath<o:p></o:p></strong></i></div>
<br />
<div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: center;">
<i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"><strong><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I want to inspire you to be the
best you can be <o:p></o:p></strong></i></div>
<br />
<div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: center;">
<i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"><strong>Because that’s the same thing he taught me<o:p></o:p></strong></i></div>
<br />
<div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: center;">
<i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"><strong>I finally open my eyes now; I can see<o:p></o:p></strong></i></div>
<br />
<div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: center;">
<i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"><strong>Let the truth be told it feels good to be drug free<o:p></o:p></strong></i></div>
<br />
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<i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"><strong>The man I’m talking about is named Dennis<o:p></o:p></strong></i></div>
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<i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"><strong>There you go my masterpiece is finished<o:p></o:p></strong></i></div>
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<i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"><strong>Journal #9<o:p></o:p></strong></i></div>
<br />
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<i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"><strong>Doing What I Do – Mac
Dre <o:p></o:p></strong></i></div>
<br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;">
<i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"><strong>All Day Long – Mac Dre<o:p></o:p></strong></i></div>
<br />
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<i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"><strong>Nothing Correctable –
Mac Dre<o:p></o:p></strong></i></div>
<br />
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<i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"><strong>No Middle Man – J
Stalin<o:p></o:p></strong></i></div>
<br />
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<i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"><strong>You Already Know –
Messy Marv<o:p></o:p></strong></i></div>
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<br /></div>
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<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;">
<i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"><strong>Let’s All Get Down –
Mac Dre<o:p></o:p></strong></i></div>
<br />
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<i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"><strong>One Day at a Time –
Mac Dre<o:p></o:p></strong></i></div>
<br />
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<i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"><strong>Push It – J Stalin<o:p></o:p></strong></i></div>
<br />
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<i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"><strong>Every Day’s My
Birthday – J Stalin<o:p></o:p></strong></i></div>
<br />
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<i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"><strong>Zestwayz – Andre
Nickatina <o:p></o:p></strong></i></div>
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<br /></div>
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<i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"><strong>Journal #10<o:p></o:p></strong></i></div>
<br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-indent: 0.5in;">
<i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"><strong>If
I was on the edge of death I would try my hardest to stay alive for my mom. I
would fight until I couldn’t fight anymore. I would miss my friends. This is
hard to write about. I would live for my family. I would live for my friends. I
think I would be missed. If I did die, at least I would be with my dad
again.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>He passed away when I was 6 or 7.
Everyone in my family really misses him and even people I don’t hardly know say
that they miss him too. Every time I think of him I start to cry. It’s been
hard to go through everything my family and I have gone though. Only a few
people really know what I mean. If I could just hear him talk or smell his
favorite cologne he wore. If I could only see him one time I would be ready to
die. He was my friend and my dad. I was too young to understand what the time
he spent with me meant. When I was younger I used to think of killing myself to
see him again. When we talked about him I felt like he was right next to me. It
just makes me cry but not because I’m scared or hurt. They are tears of
happiness. <o:p></o:p></strong></i></div>
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<i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"><strong>Journal #11<o:p></o:p></strong></i></div>
<br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;">
<i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"><strong><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Crystal Meth Was My
Mistake<o:p></o:p></strong></i></div>
<br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;">
<i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"><strong>I have made a lot of
mistakes<o:p></o:p></strong></i></div>
<br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;">
<i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"><strong>I regret the decisions
I have made <o:p></o:p></strong></i></div>
<br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;">
<i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"><strong>My first true mistake
was meeting and greeting Crystal Meth with open arms <o:p></o:p></strong></i></div>
<br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;">
<i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"><strong>I was blinded by her
evil, due to her skillful charm<o:p></o:p></strong></i></div>
<br />
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<i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"><strong>Once we came in
contact, she never left my side<o:p></o:p></strong></i></div>
<br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;">
<i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"><strong>She found me all the
time, even when I tried to hide<o:p></o:p></strong></i></div>
<br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;">
<i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"><strong>Everyone I knew warned
me of her tricks<o:p></o:p></strong></i></div>
<br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;">
<i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"><strong>They told me too much
of her could make me sick<o:p></o:p></strong></i></div>
<br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;">
<i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"><strong>But I didn’t care what
they had to say <o:p></o:p></strong></i></div>
<br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;">
<i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"><strong>And little did they
know I was her next prey <o:p></o:p></strong></i></div>
<br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;">
<i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"><strong>I lived life when I
was high<o:p></o:p></strong></i></div>
<br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;">
<i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"><strong>I felt no emotion and
had no remorse<o:p></o:p></strong></i></div>
<br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;">
<i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"><strong>I didn’t even realize
my life went from bad to worse<o:p></o:p></strong></i></div>
<br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;">
<i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"><strong>Once I hit rock bottom
I finally opened my eyes, to see everything crystal told me was nothing but
lies<o:p></o:p></strong></i></div>
<br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;">
<i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"><strong>She convinced me that
life was better with her by my side<o:p></o:p></strong></i></div>
<br />
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<i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"><strong>Until I came to the
conclusion that I would rather die,<o:p></o:p></strong></i></div>
<br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;">
<i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"><strong>Than to continue on
with her in my life<o:p></o:p></strong></i></div>
<br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;">
<i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"><strong>I came to see the
truth, that I was a victim being used <o:p></o:p></strong></i></div>
<br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;">
<i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"><strong>Sobriety is my new
best friend <o:p></o:p></strong></i></div>
<br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;">
<i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"><strong>She will be by my side
every step of the way <o:p></o:p></strong></i></div>
<br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;">
<i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"><strong>She can always comfort
me by letting me know that everything is going to be ok<o:p></o:p></strong></i></div>
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<i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"><strong>Journal #12<o:p></o:p></strong></i></div>
<br />
<div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: center;">
<i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"><strong><u>The meth, the pills, the weed, the thrills</u><o:p></o:p></strong></i></div>
<br />
<div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: center;">
<i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"><strong>The days in here go by slow,<o:p></o:p></strong></i></div>
<br />
<div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: center;">
<i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"><strong>The pain in my soul grows,<o:p></o:p></strong></i></div>
<br />
<div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: center;">
<i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"><strong>I feel like I lost everything,<o:p></o:p></strong></i></div>
<br />
<div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: center;">
<i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"><strong>I wish it was all just a dream,<o:p></o:p></strong></i></div>
<br />
<div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: center;">
<i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"><strong>Six months in here with no guarantees<o:p></o:p></strong></i></div>
<br />
<div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: center;">
<i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"><strong>That when I get out of here I’ll be free,<o:p></o:p></strong></i></div>
<br />
<div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: center;">
<i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"><strong>Of this addiction that’s holding me back,<o:p></o:p></strong></i></div>
<br />
<div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: center;">
<i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"><strong>Every day I feel so alone,<o:p></o:p></strong></i></div>
<br />
<div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: center;">
<i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"><strong>Searching for something to hold,<o:p></o:p></strong></i></div>
<br />
<div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: center;">
<i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"><strong>My hopes and dreams are everything, <o:p></o:p></strong></i></div>
<br />
<div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: center;">
<i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"><strong>Someday to succeed will be worth it to me.<o:p></o:p></strong></i></div>
<br />
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<i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"><strong>Journal #13<o:p></o:p></strong></i></div>
<br />
<div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: center;">
<i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"><u><strong>My life<o:p></o:p></strong></u></i></div>
<br />
<div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: center;">
<i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"><strong>I’m in a room that’s filled with silence,<o:p></o:p></strong></i></div>
<br />
<div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: center;">
<i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"><strong>Because of guns and drugs and violence,<o:p></o:p></strong></i></div>
<br />
<div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: center;">
<i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"><strong>That life I lived is now no more,<o:p></o:p></strong></i></div>
<br />
<div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: center;">
<i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"><strong>Like it never was before,<o:p></o:p></strong></i></div>
<br />
<div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: center;">
<i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"><strong>I wish I could go back in time,<o:p></o:p></strong></i></div>
<br />
<div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: center;">
<i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"><strong>And never go commit that crime,<o:p></o:p></strong></i></div>
<br />
<div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: center;">
<i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"><strong>And now I have to face my fears,<o:p></o:p></strong></i></div>
<br />
<div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: center;">
<i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"><strong>But it brings my face a ton of tears,<o:p></o:p></strong></i></div>
<br />
<div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: center;">
<i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"><strong>And even if it made me manly,<o:p></o:p></strong></i></div>
<br />
<div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: center;">
<i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"><strong>It tore apart off of my family,<o:p></o:p></strong></i></div>
<br />
<div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: center;">
<i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"><strong><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>So now I have a chance to
change,<o:p></o:p></strong></i></div>
<br />
<div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: center;">
<i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"><strong>Or remain a man that’s filled with shame,<o:p></o:p></strong></i></div>
<br />
<div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: center;">
<i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"><strong><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Now as I have grown too see,<o:p></o:p></strong></i></div>
<br />
<div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: center;">
<i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"><strong>What all these bad things have done to me,<o:p></o:p></strong></i></div>
<br />
<div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: center;">
<i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"><strong><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Now I hope you’ll overcome,<o:p></o:p></strong></i></div>
<br />
<div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: center;">
<i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"><strong>And never do what I had done,<o:p></o:p></strong></i></div>
<br />
<div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: center;">
<i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"><strong>Always do what you know is right,<o:p></o:p></strong></i></div>
<br />
<div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: center;">
<i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"><strong>So everything can be alright.<o:p></o:p></strong></i></div>
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<br /></div>
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<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;">
<i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"><strong>Journal #14<o:p></o:p></strong></i></div>
<br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-indent: 0.5in;">
<i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"><strong>I
used to be a good kid. My mom had a really hard life and when she had my sister
we were struggling to survive. I don’t know my father; I never really met him.
I guess it’s for the best because he was a bad person. He hurt my mom when she
was pregnant with my sister. So we all ran. My Grandma took us in after we
covered about 1500 miles from Oklahoma City to Vancouver, Washington. My mom
then raised me to be a good person. I failed her.<o:p></o:p></strong></i></div>
<br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-indent: 0.5in;">
<i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"><strong>I
am incarcerated for the third time. I am the person who is tearing my family
apart by using drugs, stealing, fighting, and being a disobedient son. It may
not sound like much to some of the people I’m locked up with, but it’s enough
to make a family member resent you.<o:p></o:p></strong></i></div>
<br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-indent: 0.5in;">
<i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"><strong>When
I get out of here, it’s going to be different. No more drugs, no more stealing,
and only fighting the bad emotions I’ll have. I’m doing my best to get back in
regular school and I’m thankful for the teachers and staff at J.J.C.<o:p></o:p></strong></i></div>
<br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-indent: 0.5in;">
<br /></div>
<br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;">
<i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"><strong>Journal #15<o:p></o:p></strong></i></div>
<br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-indent: 0.5in;">
<i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"><strong>I
imagine the early dawn with a cold wind breezing in the horizon of the ocean,
the sun reflecting against the water. All you hear is the sound of ocean waves
beating against the soft sand, the air would appear a foggy blue with me just
awakening from the white silk sheets with the fresh smell of early brewed
coffee. Nothing to hear but the ocean and the thoughts in my head of who I once
was and who I am now. I am branded with the thoughts of my past.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Though peaceful, I remain frozen in my vortex
of regret and shame.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>So I sit and drift
on the sandy beach and let the wind take my thoughts in an attempt to regain my
soul from the beast of depression.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>The
beast shall pay for my forever inevitable shattered heart.<o:p></o:p></strong></i></div>
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<br /></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1198959111440356003.post-8309216445756789902011-10-22T12:03:00.000-07:002011-10-25T14:11:34.875-07:00<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;">Entry #1</div><br />
<div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: center;">An “innocent” little girl</div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: center;">A young girl lost in the world </div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: center;">Looking for a way to fit in but no one was there</div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: center;">On her first day of school no one seems to care </div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: center;">No one is either there for comfort and care </div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: center;">An innocent little girl </div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: center;">She found herself still alone </div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: center;">An innocent little girl</div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: center;">Will she ever forget the pain and suffering?</div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: center;">She moves away to see if someone would actually care </div><br />
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<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;">Entry #2</div><br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;">I was a nice and sweet girl.</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;">I remember when I got a letter saying my friend passed away.</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;">I heard all the wrong things.</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;">I saw her before I left, and now she’s gone</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;">I worried she was hurt.</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;">I thought I couldn’t do anything without her.</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;">But I want to change and I don’t know how to do it without her in my life.</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;">I am too good of a person to be doing badly.</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;">I need to realize it’s time to wake up and do better.</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;">I try to think of other things, but, she won’t go away.</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;">I feel so lost and don’t know what to do.</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;">I forgive the people who did it but I’ll never forget it.</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;">Now I want to change but don’t know how.</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;">I will try to be better</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;">I chose to move on because that’s the best thing.</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;">I dream we will be together once again.</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;">I hope things get better.</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;">I predict I will have a good life.</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;">I know I will go to heaven with her.</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;">I will change.</div><br />
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<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;">Entry #3</div><br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;">S</b>omething you have to want for yourself</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;">O</b>vercome the “want”, the anger, the habit</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;">B</b>e aware of the struggle, but never give up</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;">R</b>emember what’s important to you and what you wouldn’t want to lose because of your addiction</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;">I</b>magine the consequences if you continue to use</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;">E</b>xpose yourself to new, better friends, habits, and environments</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;">T</b>rust in yourself that you have the ability to be and stay sober</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;">Y</b>ou, It’s your time to change, your future.</div><br />
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<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;">Entry #4</div><br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;">Last week was my little sisters eighth birthday.</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;">Where was I? I was incarcerated.</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;">On that Friday, I watched a movie in my unit. </div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;">It was a cute little kid movie (Mars Needs Moms Too)</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;">It made me sad because I thought:</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">I shouldn’t be here; I should be with my little sister spending time with her on her birthday.</i></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;">Instead I am locked up doing a drug program.</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;">I have 68 more days in here.</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;">Last time in April, I was here for my little brother’s 5<sup>th</sup> birthday.</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;">I said it was the last time.</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;">When I get out I promise to spend time with my siblings.</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;">This is the time that they need me most.</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;">In order to change I must be willing to take responsibilities for my actions.</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">I shouldn’t be here.</i></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">I was always a good kid. </i></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;">I’m willing to change my actions. </div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;">And I pray I am successful.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span></div><br />
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<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;">Entry #5</div><br />
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<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-indent: 0.5in;">So there’s this little boy named Lewis. He’s my nephew who I love and miss so much. He was named after my grandpa after my grandpa had passed away. My baby nephew was my world.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I took care of him everyday like he was my own son. So I really never had a childhood, but then I didn’t care I was just happy I got to spend so much time with him before the worse day ever had occurred. One day I decided to go to school which was a mistake. I kept having bad feelings in my stomach all day when I was at school so I knew something bad was going to happen. When I came home from school later that day my mom told me that my nephew Lewis had got taken away by CPS. I remember I just dropped to my knees and started bawling my eyes out. I thought it was all just a bad nightmare until I realized I wasn’t sleeping. I still miss him and love him so much. I dream of the next time I will be able to see him again.</div><br />
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<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;">Entry #6</div><br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-indent: 0.5in;">I used to be a good kid. My mom had a really hard life and when she had my sister we were struggling to survive. I don’t know my father; I never really met him. I guess it’s for the best because he was a bad person. He hurt my mom when she was pregnant with my sister. So we all ran. My Grandma took us in after we covered about 1,500 miles from Oklahoma City to Vancouver, Washington. My mom then raised me to be a good person. I failed her.</div><br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-indent: 0.5in;">I am incarcerated for the third time. I am the person who is tearing my family apart by using drugs, stealing, fighting, and being a disobedient son. It may not sound like much to some of the people I’m locked up with, but it’s enough to make a family member resent you.</div><br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-indent: 0.5in;">When I get out of here, it’s going to be different. No more drugs, no more stealing, and only fighting the bad emotions I’ll have. I’m doing my best to get back in regular school and I’m thankful for the teachers and staff at J.J.C.</div><br />
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<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;">Entry #7</div><br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;">I was a person who was in love with doing evil things because of the mind set I had as a kid.</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;">I remember when I would steal things from people and places just for the rush and money for drugs.</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;">I heard that those people were hurt physically and emotionally.</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;">I saw them very hurt in their hearts and watched them struggle financially, but I saw myself grow worse and not even care.</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;">I worried that I had hurt them to the point where they would never change.</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;">I thought of the reasons I did this to them and in my head…”I will never change.”</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;">But I want to change.</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;">I am a good athlete, a father, and I have a good heart.</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;">I think if I did right I could really show people that. </div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;">I need to stop doing drugs and fill my life with positive things.</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;">I try to stay away from people and things that will get me into trouble.</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;">I feel disappointed in myself for the mistakes I have made.</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;">I forgive the people I have hurt for hating me because the impression I have shown them is the one I should be judged on.</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;">Now I can change.</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;">I will apologize and regain trust by working hard at doing right.</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;">I choose to have gratitude and be grateful for the things that I have.</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;">I dream that one day I will be able to repay those people and regain their trust.</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;">I hope these people will forgive me one day and see me as a good person.</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;">I predict to take care of my daughter and have a stable home.</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;">I know I can become a man and do these things.</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;">I will change.</div><br />
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<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;">Entry #8</div><br />
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<div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: center;">The days in here go by slow,</div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: center;">The pain in my soul grows,</div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: center;">I feel like I lost everything,</div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: center;">I wish it was all just a dream,</div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: center;">Six months in here with no guarantees</div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: center;">That when I get out of here I’ll be free,</div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: center;">Of this addiction that’s holding me back,</div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: center;">Every day I feel so alone,</div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: center;">Searching for something to hold,</div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: center;">My hopes and dreams are everything, </div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: center;">Someday to succeed will be worth it to me.</div><br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;">Entry #9</div><br />
<div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: center;"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">Daddies Little Girl</i></b></div><br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">I’m daddies little girl, but for now I’m on my own</i></b></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">It hurts me inside when I think about my home</i></b></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">As I wake up every day in a room just way too small</i></b></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">I miss my dad’s stern voice most of all </i></b></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">While I eat this food, which is not too good</i></b></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">I miss my dad’s voice warning me about the “hood”</i></b></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">Soon enough I will be an adult</i></b></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">Trying my best to get the benefits out of being in a lockdown facility as a result</i></b></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">I’m daddies little girl, with a child of my own</i></b></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">Yet I’m forced to grow up far away from my own home</i></b></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">But when I leave here I have goals set in my mind</i></b></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">I have faith that I can complete them it will only take time</i></b></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">I’m trying real hard to become responsible</i></b></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">Stretching the limits of all that’s capable</i></b></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">Observing my life on a full platter </i></b></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">Trying to put back the pieces I once scattered</i></b></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">Realizing now what really mattered</i></b></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">I’m daddies little girl, that will always be true</i></b></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">Starting off confused not knowing what to do </i></b></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">Maturing into a young lady with a bright future ahead</i></b></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">Realizing now that my life has potential instead </i></b></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">Now correcting the mistakes that I have made</i></b></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">Because I know that it is not too late </i></b></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">I’m daddies little girl, but a woman I shall be </i></b></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">It’s an amazing feeling to have my dad proud of me </i></b></div><br />
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<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;">Entry #10</div><br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;">It was back in 2009 when I fell in love with football. I never played football; I just knew what it was. All that came to an end when my friend asked me to try out for the junior high football team. After school I went out to the field and was introduced to everyone. We ran drills and did things that had you cramping. I was a little chubby then, but that changed. Days and weeks went by and I felt myself getting used to everything. I went out for defensive tackle. I was pretty good at that time, but I became better. That’s when I started dreaming about becoming someone and taking my family to a better environment. I worked hard every practice and we became junior league champions for the first time. If it wasn’t for football, I wouldn’t have discovered my talent, but I did.</div><br />
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<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;">Entry #11</div><br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;">Past to present</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;">I was the person you wanted me to be</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;">I remember the blissful days of existence in the real world</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;">I heard the faint realizations of what my friends thought of me</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;">I saw that everyone is human one way or the other</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;">I thought my grueling actions would not catch up with me</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;">I am what nature portrayed, what God wanted</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;">I think no matter where I go trouble always follows me</div><br />
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<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;">Entry #12</div><br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><u>My Name</u></b></div><br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;">My name is hard dull</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;">Yesterday my name was boring water</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;">Secretly my name is happy hell</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;">My name once was water dead </div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;">In my dreams my name is kid of darkness</div><br />
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<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;">Entry #13</div><br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><u>“Sky Bound”</u></b></div><br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;">Racing thoughts,</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;">brain overloading,</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;">total anxiety, </div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;">unable to comprehend, like being deaf and dumb.</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;">So many questions and nearly no solutions, <br />
gazing upon the sky like a frog in the bottom of a well,</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;">trying to reach that level of enlightenment,</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;">being able to see this vast world and all its marvels,</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;">but restricted by the walls of the dark void.</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;">Being limited to what can be perceived,</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;">such a queer problem.</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;">Knowledge is one of the only untainted treasures left in this realm,</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;">just so difficult to grasp,</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;">like the sky, seeming so close, but so far away. </div><br />
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<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;">Entry # 14</div><br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: center;">Born Too Small</div><br />
<div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: center;">I was told that when I was born I was smaller than an average baby doll. </div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: center;">I was left in a cage as a broken toy until the hospital finally I woke up and noticed I was alive. </div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: center;">Somehow it seems that I remember all of their faces, their eyes filled with shock like a ghost was present. </div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: center;">I am alive. I am alive.</div><br />
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<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;">Entry # 15</div><br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;">“Run the show”</b></div><br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;">Maybe it’s my ego, but </div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;">I’ve always wanted to be in control,</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;">in the driver’s seat,</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;">doing 90 down the freeway. </div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;">I hate it when my influence is useless, </div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;">a bunch of energetic little hellions,</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;">running rampant ,</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;">and I can’t do anything about it. </div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;">I hate that feeling, </div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;">the feeling of being inadequate. </div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;">No matter how hard I try,</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;">I just can’t take control of the situation.</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;">Sometimes, I just want to backhand one of them,</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;">like pow!</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;">Knock them straight on their ass. </div><br />
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<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;">Entry # 16</div><br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;">“The Not-So-Dark Knight.” </b></div><br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;">I wish I was like Batman,</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;">being able to put on a mask,</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;">and do things I couldn’t do normally,</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;">nobody knowing who I am, </div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;">as I work from the shadows.</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;">Some would see me as a nuisance,</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;">and to others, </div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;">a champion.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;">Being a hero,</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>or a villain,</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;">it doesn’t matter to me really.</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;">I know what I’m doing is right, </div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;">so I’ll continue on, </div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;">disregarding all the Jokers, </div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;">Riddlers, </div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;">or Two Faces standing before me.</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;">But dude, I’m not wearing tights. </div><br />
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<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;">Entry # 17</div><br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;">“The lonely Kilt” </b></div><br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;">My kilt feels so isolated, </div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;">its only friend, a pair of socks, </div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;">lives just so far away.</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;">I think about the other kilts and their underwear companions.</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;">My kilt has never known the touch of a 100% cotton pair of undies.</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;">It’s so dark where it lives, </div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;">only being able to see the light of day, when lifted for a thrill.</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;">All of them squeal at the thought of a feel. </div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;">Oh my lonely kilt.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span></div><br />
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<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;">Entry # 18</div><br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;">“This is a poem” </b></div><br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;">Dark-lit days, </div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;">sun-kissed nights,</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;">rhythmic wind,</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;">across in the sky,</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;">unrestricted freedom, </div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;">everlasting sight. </div><br />
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<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;">Entry # 19</div><br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><u>No Name</u></b></div><br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;">I remember telling you to go to your room </div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;">And you slamming the door in my face </div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;">When you came out you were happy again</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;">When I wanted you to be, there you were</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;">You always made me laugh and smile</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;">I remember you standing there in the door </div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;">Wagging your tail and barking </div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;">I will always remember you, Chopper </div><br />
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<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;">Entry # 20</div><br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><u>Death Beds</u></b></div><br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="mso-bidi-font-weight: bold;">Do any of you</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="mso-bidi-font-weight: bold;">in this God forsaken world</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="mso-bidi-font-weight: bold;">ever think that the lives that we all are living right now</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="mso-bidi-font-weight: bold;">could just be our memories flashing by slowly</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="mso-bidi-font-weight: bold;">While we lay there in our death beds?</span></div><br />
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<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="mso-bidi-font-weight: bold;">Entry #21</span></div><br />
<div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif;">CHANGE</span></div><span style="font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif;"><br />
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<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif;">I was always in trouble.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif;">I remember when I use to behave badly.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif;">AFTER </span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif;">I behave badly my mom said that I change a lot. </span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif;">I saw a big change in me, too.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif;">I worried if I am going back to regular school.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif;">I thought I was going to keep behaved bad but, I have change. </span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif;">I am not dumb.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif;">I think my family is cool.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif;">I need to stop talking in class.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif;">I try to stop talking as much as I could.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif;">I feel nervous some times. </span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif;">I will be happy. </span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif;">I choose to be in school still. </span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif;">I dream that I will go to Disneyland. </span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif;">I hope to go to college.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif;">I predict that I well have a cool car.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif;">I know I Could Do It.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif;">I Will Change.</span></div><br />
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<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="mso-bidi-font-weight: bold;">Entry #22</span></div><br />
<div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: center;">The Change</div><br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;">I was a very bad kid when I started going to school<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>. I was always into trouble </div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;">I remember when M… M… hated me I think she still does but I’m not sure! LOL!</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;">I heard lots of things about me</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;">I saw a lot of things,</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;">I worried when I didn’t come to school,</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;">I thought of changing a lot this year,</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;">!!BUT, I WANT TO CHANGE!!</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;">I am a boy that likes N…… a lot! LOL!</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;">I think about how good I’ll do if I change.</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;">I need to come to school every day on time because I need to finish school and get a good job.</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;">I try to get my work completed to get good grades.</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;">I feel like I’m doing good in class this week.</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;">I forgive my mom for not doing good and I really regret this, but I‘m going to do good from now on. I want to get out of here and go back to regular school.</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;">!!Now I can change!!</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;">I will change and do good this year.</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;">I choose to do good at home and at school.</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;">I dream to do good I really need to change I don’t want to get into trouble any more I want to finish school so I can have a really good life. I don’t want to be a bummm!!</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;">I hope to get good grades.</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;">I predict that I’m going to go back to regular school.</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;">I know if I do very good I can do it and go back to school ….!</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;">!!I will change!! The end…….. </div><br />
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<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;">I was such a precious, smart, active, loving little girl till my life got separated.</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;">I remember when I use to be with my dad and mom, and also my siblings.</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;">I heard bad things about my family like my mom getting time in prison and my dad not coming back.</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;">I saw my mom and dad how their feelings and reactions were back then.</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;">I worried what I was going to do because my mom and dad had left us.</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;">I thought about my life and how I was going to take care of my sibling and show them right and wrong and how they need to be.</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;">But, I want to change.</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;">I am not the person I used to be ever since my mom and dad left.</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;">I think about my family and my siblings and how I need to try and fix things.</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;">I need to straighten out my life and become a better a person.</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;">I try my best to sit and talk to my sibling and try to work things out with them.</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;">I feel lonely when my mom, dad and siblings aren’t with me.</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;">I forgive my dad and mom for doing what they did because I have a deep feeling they will do their best next time.</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;">Now I can change.</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;">I will do whatever I can to get my mom and dad to be here with us.</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;">I choose to make my dreams come true and be prepared for something good to show up in my life.</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;">I dream that my family will be put back together and I can show my best improvements to my family.</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;">I hope one of these days I can get my family back with me.</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;">I predict I can follow my dreams a little at a time.</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;">I know I can do the best I can for my family.</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;">I will change my life.</div><br />
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<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="mso-bidi-font-weight: bold;">Entry #24</span></div><br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;">I was such a precious, smart loving caring little girl till my family got separated.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I remember when I use to be with my family all the time, but I was with my dad all the time.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>When I heard things about my mom and dad I felt bad because my family was so close, so when stuff went down, I felt like it was my fault. Now I notice it wasn’t my fault but my parent’s fault for doing something they should’ve never done.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Now I worry about my mom and dad being okay.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>But I want to change, and be an example for my younger siblings.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I need to do my best because no one else is there to show my siblings right and wrong. I figure that I’m the oldest so I should do what’s right for my family.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I feel so lonely when I’m by myself because I never felt the way I do today. I always was happy and I always had loved ones around me.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I try my best to be the strongest I can and I try to show my siblings it will be okay and I hate to tell them that our family will come back one day. I don’t know if that’s right or wrong so I hate to tell them that I think about myself and life and how I’m going to fix everything.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Now I need to change and be the person I was before.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I need to do the best I can and graduate and get my diploma and stay out of trouble because if I ever get in trouble I don’t know who would be there for my siblings.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I choose to make my dreams come true and follow my heart to where it takes me.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I dream that my family can come back so I and my siblings can be happy like we use to be.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I hope my mom and dad can come back and show us how things should be.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I predict I can follow my dreams and become a better person.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I know I can do what’s right for me but being young I need my mom and dad to be there for me.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I will change my life.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span></div><br />
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<div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: center;">The Change</div><br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;">I was always in trouble. </div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;">I remember wishing I could live with my mom.</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;">I heard my dad and grandma arguing.</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;">I saw my mom and dad arguing.</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;">I worried about my mom.</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;">I thought I wanted to run away.</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;">But, I want to change.</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;">I am not dumb. </div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;">I think my family likes argue.</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;">I need to go to college.</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;">I try to behave as much as I can.</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;">I feel happy but sad some times.</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;">I forgive my dad for hurting me.</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;">Now I can change. </div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;">I will behave. </div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;">I choose to be smarter.</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;">I dream to go to college.</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;">I hope that I can see my mom. </div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;">I predict that my family doesn’t argue.</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;">I know that I can make it. </div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;">I will change.</div><br />
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<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;">I was always in trouble.</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;">I remember when all I wanted was a male role model I can look up to. </div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;">I heard that my grandma died not too long ago. </div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;">I saw my grandma in a casket at her funeral. </div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;">I worried how I was going to react about her dying because we were close. </div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;">I thought I couldn’t live without my grandma, but I know she wants me to stay focused on school life. </div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;">But, I want to change.</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;">I am aware of my surrounding and don’t trust anyone.</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;">I think the world is changing very slowly.</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;">I need to do my work and listen to the teacher more in school.</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;">I try to do better in school and stay out of trouble.</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;">I feel nervous that I might get kicked out of KKEC.</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;">I forgive my dad for not ever being there for me. </div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;">Now I can change.</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;">I will do better in school for my mom and my grandma. </div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;">I choose to go to school every day.</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;">I dream every night that I got dropped from school.</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;">I hope I am able to graduate.</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;">I predict that I’m going to City College.</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;">I know that when I grow up I’m going to be and do something positive.</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;">I will change. </div><br />
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<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;">Entry #27</div><br />
<div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: center;">The Change</div><br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;">I was always in trouble. </div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;">I remember when I got in sent to K…. I heard I got kicked out of school.</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;">I saw my mom and dad fighting.</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;">I worried about my brother and my grandma.</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;">I thought my life was going to go down the wrong way. </div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;">But, I want to change. I am trying to do well and go back to school. </div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;">I think that I will make it out of school. </div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;">I need to get out of K….</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;">I try to stay out of trouble.</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;">I feel happy and sad.</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;">I forgive my dad for not been there for me.</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;">Now I can change.</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;">I will change my ways at school. I choose to do well.</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;">I dream to have to have a good job and a good house.</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;">I hope I get out of K....</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;">I predict that I will do well. I know I will do all this stuff.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;">I will change. </div><br />
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<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;">Entry #28</div><br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;">Grandpa,</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;">You were always there for me through thick and thin</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;">You were not only my grandfather; you were like my best friend.</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;">Grandpa you thought me how to live my life </div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;">But I messed up by stabbing some fool with a knife.</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;">Grandpa, I’m sorry I can’t be there but you know life isn’t always going to be fair.</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;">I’m going to try my hardest to be good and get up out of here</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;">Damn, why did the judge have to give me a year?</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;">Grandpa I want you to forgive me for all the wrong I’ve done</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;">I know seeing me locked up isn’t fun.</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;">I love you dad and seeing you happy is what makes me glad.</div><br />
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<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;">Entry #29</div><br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt 171pt;">IF YOU REALLY KNEW ME</div><br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;">If you really knew me you would know how much I like to have fun </div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;">If you really knew me you wouldn’t judge me just by my appearance</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;">If you really knew me it would be hard for you not to like me</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;">If you really knew me you would know I’m hurt easily </div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;">If you really knew me you would know I’m a loving person</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;">If you really knew me you would learn how to love me</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;">If you really knew me then you would know everything I just told you and much, much more….</div><br />
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<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;">Entry #30</div><br />
<div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: center;"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;">CHANGE</b></div><br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;">I was a person who was in love with doing evil things because of the mind set I had as a kid.</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;">I remember when I would steal things from people and places just for the rush and usually money for drugs.</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;">I heard that those people were hurt physically and emotionally.</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;">I saw them very hurt in their hearts and watched them struggle financially but I saw myself grow worse and not even care.</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;">I worried that I had hurt them to the point where they would never change.</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;">I thought of the reasons I did this to them and in my head…”I will never change.”</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;">But I want to change.</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;">I am a good athlete, a father, and I also do have a good heart.</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;">I think if I did right I could really show people that. </div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;">I need to stop doing drugs and fulfill my life with positive things.</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;">I try to stay away from people and things that will get me into trouble.</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;">I feel disappointed in myself and for the mistakes I have made.</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;">I forgive the people I have hurt for hating me because the impression I have sown them is the one I should be judged on.</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;">Now I can change.</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;">I will apologize and regain trust by working hard and doing right.</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;">I choose to have gratitude and be greatful for the things that I have.</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;">I dream that one day I will be able to repay those people and regain their trust.</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;">I hope these people will forgive me one day and see me as a good person.</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;">I predict to take care of my daughter and have a stable home.</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;">I know I can become a man and do these things.</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;">I will change.</div><br />
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<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;">Entry #31</div><br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;">I was a good kid </div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;">I remember when I used to run and play</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;">I heard my friend passed away</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;">I saw it all happen</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;">I worried what was going to happen next</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;">I thought why it couldn’t be me</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;">But I want to change my ways so I will never put myself in that predicament again</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;">I am a smart girl</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;">I think of how I want my life to be</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;">I need to make my grandma happy by becoming someone in life</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;">I try to do the best I can</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;">I feel I’m going to do good once I leave here</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;">I forgive myself and others that have done harm to me </div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;">Now I can change my ways and my life around</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;">I will go to medical school when I leave the campus</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;">I choose to change my life around</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;">I dream big</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;">I hope everything I want will come true</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;">I predict that my dreams will come true<span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;">I know I will become someone in life</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;">I will change</div><br />
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