I just realized it was 11:50 at night and I don't remember if I posted a story yesterday.
I hate this everyday story thing. It's really hard to keep track when you work and stuff on the weekend.
I think I missed 4 or 5 already. AWESOME. THAT'S LIKE 20 POINTS. WTF.

Yesterday, Jake Lotkowski (sp) and Jhonas Dunakin came over for my brother. When I got home, they were in my basement creating havoc on my nice, peaceful house.

Today I had work. Tomorrow night, I have work. Currently, I am watching Ghost Adventures.

Well Mr. Chase, here's another poem.

Roses are red,
Violets are blue,
Storytelling class is fun,
but these every day stories are killing me.

(: Sincerely,
Melissa.

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Another memory in the hospital is when i feel in love with this boy and he had bought a valentine for me and even woke up really early to give it too me. one of the nurses rushed in and took me downstairs to the gift shop to get a valentine for him also so it wouldn't be one sided. I paid for it of course so it's okay. we went back up and walked into the teen room where he was waiting. he looked at me and smile and i smiled back then we slid each other our valentines. I can't remember fully after that but we did talk alot. i'd always go to his room cause he was sicker. Unfortunately he passed away and i was crushed. but i still have his card that he gave me. sometimes i look at the card and go over all the memories i just wish he didn't have to go. 

Another memory in the hospital is when i feel in love with this boy and he had bought a valentine for me and even woke up really early to give it too me. one of the nurses rushed in and took me downstairs to the gift shop to get a valentine for him also so it wouldn't be one sided. I paid for it of course so it's okay. we went back up and walked into the teen room where he was waiting. he looked at me and smile and i smiled back then we slid each other our valentines. I can't remember fully after that but we did talk alot. i'd always go to his room cause he was sicker. Unfortunately he passed away and i was crushed. point is , if you really love someone please please cherish them you might not have them tomorrow 

Here is a paper I wrote in Sophomore year.

​"Say yes."
"Yesh," I said.
"Say Sexy."
"Shexy."
"Say best."
"Besht," I replied.
A crowd of people were huddled around me spitting out words for me to say and laughing at my lisp. It was just the other daythat i had gotten my tongue guard, which gave me a pretty noticeable lisp when I spoke. It was hilarious even I thought so.
"Say Sassafras."
"Shashshafrash."
Laughter came bursting out. My lisp was the new fascination. I was excited for the rest of the day to come. I would be the center of attention because of my goofy speech. I was relieved. I thought the tongue guard would damage me but to my surprise it captivated me. As the day went by people would laugh at my lisp, along with myself.
"Say so."
"Sho."
"Say soda."
"Shoda," I replied
Another episode of laughter came bursting out. After the first and second week the humor worn off. Others adjusted to my lisp, as did my tongue adjust to the tongue guard on the roof of my mouth.

.....To be continued

My mom thinks Despicable Me is an action movie. I'm not sure how the conversation even started but we argued about this for the entire ride home.

mom- "How is Despicable Me not an action movie??! It has SOOO much action in it!"
me- "Despicable Me? The movie with the cute little yellow guys and kids that like unicorns?"
mom- "Yeah and that Vector guy! He's a villain and he wants to take over the world... that's very action-y."
me- "No. Despicable Me is a family comedy cartoon movie. Not an action movie."
mom- "But I'm saying, it has action in it! Like what about the piranha gun?? That's very dangerous."
me- "No mom. The point of the movie is a happy family movie. Something like the Bourne Identity, or Iron Man- that's an action movie. ...Have you ever even seen an action movie?"
mom- "Of course! Despicable Me, um... how to train your dragon, the pacifier..."
me- "Mom. Those are all family comedies."
mom- "No they're not! They are very action-y. I was scared at times."
me- "*sigh* Okay mom... okay."

            She always wondered where her life may lead as a young girl never knowing  what she wanted was right in front of her. As time went on she became intent on never fully knowing what her future had to offer and she accepted that. She accepted that she was ordinary a little less the average and bleak like her tan bedroom walls, she was fine with that. As others came into them she did not but remained the little girl sitting on the swing alone. All throughout middle school she was always the one sitting alone passing the time with literature because to her that was her friend her escape those grand Arthurs understood.  The Mark Twains and people of that nature comprehended what she went through understood that a simple girl like her felt the world pass her on. When high school presented itself in her life she walked the high school hallways as a ghost to timid to share her voice and too shy for anyone to acknowledge her. There she became friends with Maya Angelou and the Emily Dickinson’s of the world. Though the authors may of changed she didn’t just advanced her reading material. Still after so long she pondered of her purpose in the world never fully ok with the not living she now didn’t accept that she waited on the sidelines of life. She hated that she had no friends but authors with exceptional lives with power/money and most of all notoriety.   As she grew more and more unhappy she banished those thoughts not knowing who she was but bitter wasn’t one of them allowing her to see a little about whom the girl was. She laughed that still at the age of teenager she still saw herself as a girl not yet a teenager but a little girl. She accepted everything day after day she walked around and day after day she sat alone in the class while peers joked around and teachers called on students oblivious to the fact of her existence. She accepted it and she learned that her day will come and when it dose she would no longer sit one the sideline but, it will be her turn to live. No longer would she ponder the unknown but be ready to grab her life by the horns and live. One week her life would be forevermore changed and never the same this week would be her defining moment. This week was the game where nothing else mattered the few second on the clock where she had to make the shoot win or loose black or white no in-between. That week she became an official women always the late bloomer but she slowly but surely came into her self centimeter by centimeter. She was still the timid little girl who didn't share her voice but she walked a little bolder with her head slightly upright. A day after her new found strength the next defining moment would take place her call her purpose would present herself. First of all to understand this you would have to know she was very observant quiet but very intuitive in her surroundings. In the middle of the day she sat in class while others joked and were to busy with there lives she sat with her book. As she read she smelled something funny a scent of hotness. Not familiar at first with it she left the book open and wondered in the halls to see what it was. A few flights up she saw what that the smell was a fire which grew in size. She rushed to her class & yelled on the way there while no one paying her no mind. She rushed in the room in a frenzy trying to get everyone to safety but no one even noticed in a quick thought she pulled the fire alarm making everyone gather there belonging to the designated exit.  When she saw them moving out she followed them while everyone consumed with there own lives she heard a yell for help making her turn around to help once again. Someone was locked in the elevator thinking it was a false alarm with aghast of inner strength this became her defining moment the point where she came into herself. She knew what her future was but to help and save a life in a calm voice she reassured her fellow peer and began pressing the emergency exit and with luck it opened but then closed. Uable to keep it opened herself she ran and got the fire extinguisher and pressed the button once more making it open but instead of closing again jammed the extinguisher in the opening setting the peer free. Now the smoke filled her lungs and her surroundings with that last of hope fail to the ground and knew she accepted no none knew her or acknowledged her because she saved a life and her purpose was fulfilled.  As she closed her eyes she fail into a deep sleep that she would never leave. In the upcoming days there was talk about the student who saved there lives and wondered why they haven’t known her.  

Im currently in my SAT class; with Don Marcos. The students are now doing an art project based on famous artists from spanish speaking countries. They are making an art gallery and mounting their art and their artists' art on different colored art paper. Don Marcos has a calculator out, doing something on his computer while he gives me a few minutes to finish this English post. Today is the last school dance (for seniors at least) and I will not be attending. I have never been to a dance here at school. It's really never been my thing. Partying is not my thing actually.I love being to myself. I have to go pick up my phone after school. I thought I lost it; i mean I did but I'm getting it back. Apparently I left it on the trolly on my way to school. The woman who found it called my friend ( i guess he was the last person I called or texted) and made him pay her $50 to return it. SMH! whatever happened to a good deed? O well, I'm grateful.

Carla woke up to a frantic mother, throwing clothes into an over sized suitcase, in a rush. Her hands were covered in blood and her clothes were shredded.

"Mom, whats wrong?"
 No answer
" MOM!"

Her mother never stopped throwing things around, she went from room to room slamming doors and bringing out everything she could carry. Carla jumped out her bed and followed closely behind her mother wondering what was going on. Carla's mom just kept going around, silently crying with arm fulls of clothes.
"Mom, whats going on!" Carla screamed.
"Go get your brother up, hurry right now, right now," her mother shouted back, pushing her out the bedroom door. On her way into her brothers room she felt her self stepping in something wet and cold. She looked down and the bottom of her feet were covered in blood. She followed the trail of blood with her eyes and saw her father lying in the pool of blood next to a crushed sharp metal object. She ran to him trying to feel for a pulse like she saw in the movies.

"He's already dead," her mom said from a dark corner. She was balled up outside the bedroom door, wailing now.

 Suddenly the TV's blank screen turned into colored bars followed by a ear piercing sound, which made them cover their ears.


 "Beeeeeeeeeeeep"

This is not a test.

"Over the years, Researchers  and____ have found many traces of robotic life forms all around American that have been inactive for centuries. But from last nights earthquake that destroyed most of the East Coast, and from this morning's quake that ruptured on the West Coast has stirred these life forms and made them active and dangerous. I repeat active and dangerous!  There has been an immediate evacuation of the United States! Time is running out, get to your nearest airport and leave right now!

 "End transmission"

 Both Carla and her mother looked at each other in a frightful stare.

The primitive robot clicked and whirred as it went through it routines. It's a bit amazing how a class actually managed to build an antonymous system to run most of the actions in the school. It managed the clocks and actually kept them on time as well as throwing any alarms at the hint of danger. odd though despite the awards its won and the numerous safety tests it went through something was wrong. the system was clicking more sporadically then normal, slower, less  then what would be considered good. 

When Alex woke up this morning he went through the normal routines and headed off to school. about halfway through the day is when something he would never forget happened. The fire alarms started flashing and the noise was deafening. As Alex exited his classroom random parts of the hallway started collapsing in fire. Alex ducked into a stairwell and started to decent but as he got farther down he found the fire blocked one of the final sets of stairs. Alex took a deep breathe stepped over the edge and paused. The jump was risky, he knew this. Alex wasn't the most coordinated of kids and he had never done anything like this before, hell he tripped walking down the hallway normally. Unfortunately Alex didn't have to make much of a decision. Fire began racing down the stairs behind him and Alex decided it was now or never. He jumped and for a moment he saw his life flash before his eyes before he hit the stairs hard and rolled down, Alex's world went black. 

When he woke up a girl he had never met before was dragging him away from the stairs. As he gazed around dizzily he saw a sign he thought he would never see, an exit sign! Alex alerted the girl that he was okay and she helped him to his feet, he stumbled for a second but the girl caught him and they ran out of the building. In the aftermath of the fire it was learned that a student who had a lot of money and didn't get into the school based on wealth alone sabotaged the alarm system and started the fires on multiple floors. He was caught and after a lengthy and expensive trial he was tried as an adult and got life in prison for the pain suffering destruction he caused. many students were injured in the chaos and a few other students did not make it out. Alex and the girl eventually grew to be good friends and then something more the friends. Events such as this cause a unique relationship type to grow, they were friends forged in fire.