Creative Writing Portfolio 2006-2007 Forest Park Meghan Stewart 10th grade Mrs. Dowling Introduction Hello, thank you so very much for choosing to look at my portfolio. In the next few pages you‟ll see a combination of opinion, memory, and extreme feeling. So without further adieu, please enjoy reading my pieces. Table of Contents Table of Contents • Portfolio 1 • Portfolio 2 • Portfolio 3 – Off Of 42nd Ave. – Three wishes – The Rule of Meg- – Living Under a shadow – Part of the crowd Isle – My Fear – My Hatred – Sovereign Speech – The Perfect Body – Pharmacy love – Waves – Paradise Is In Your – One thing Mind – My closet – The Final Blow – The Blessed One – What does it take? – Predicted Darkness – Disappointment – Do You Have the – The abandoning – Additional Work Cheese? – Suicidal Lover – Just Because – Reflections – Reflections – Da Truth – Reflections Off Of 42 nd Ave As the Le Jeune children migrate to get home from school, Le Jeune Gardens becomes the greatest place in the world. At least to me, the inside kid on the block who only comes out when her father decides she can. The streets quickly begin buzzing with kids fueled with excitement of finally getting out of school. This is the best time of the day to me, but that‟s what I think, and I don‟t care what other people think. Walking through, the normal group of people are sitting and standing next to the tank. But wait I know one of them; I‟ve seen him around when I had the chance to go outside. He gets up and come towards me. Hey! It‟s Ron. He‟s my boyfriend I‟ve been going out with him for about a month now. He greets me with the normal hug, fearing the thought of him kissing me and my father rolling by in his truck. Walking down the street in our own pace wasting time trying to be together as long as possible, a fight breaks out. Ron, being protective of me, puts me on the other side. Seconds later gun shots ring out. It sounds as if someone emptied a clip, miraculously, no one was shot. Next page Continuing to walk, I see a group of really little kids messing with a crack head. Disoriented, she tries to fight them off. The feel of his warm hand takes me away form the scene and brings me back to him. As he slowly moves my face to look at him and not the distractions, we just stand there. In the midst of this we don‟t move, his hand is the only connection between us, we stand there looking into each others eyes. Finally he gives me a hug and goes off. Turning around, I see a bunch of my neighbors not even attempting to hide their interest. I walk down my street, the smell of weed telling me my brother was home. As I walk into the house I‟m greeted by my dog. She is my beacon, telling me I‟m safe, that I made it another day Off of 42nd Ave. Cont‟D Living Under A Shadow Something that‟s been bothering me is the high standards of expectations given by parents. It seems as if the older you get the higher they become. From „its okay‟ to „I want better grades,‟ even if you have a “B” and to add on to this pet peeve of mine, is the expectation to be like someone your not. In this case, a younger sibling pushed to be like an older one who exceeded vibrantly. It‟s not like we mind, we being myself and all other younger siblings that have with family pressures. But being pressured makes it harder for us to concentrate on the work at hand and the goals that we are trying to achieve. Instead we‟re concentrating on not getting anything wrong leading us only to get a few correct. Next Page Being a younger sibling and have to live up to the bar that your parents have set because they‟ve seen your older sibling go through life without a problem, is in fact hard. It‟s like they‟re trying to get you to win a game you know nothing about. It‟s stressful and it really irks my nerves! So, all in all, the only thing that really bothers me are the really, REALLY high expectations given by parents. This bothers me in short version because they want you to live covered by a shadow that wasn‟t yours to begin with. Living Under a shadow cont‟d My Fear Standing here scared stiff I am alone My heart beating out of control Pounding like cannon thumps I cry Tears fall as I realize My thoughts echo through the emptiness Looking up into my stormy world Next page I see hope out of reach I jump I climb It’s still not enough I quit I am alone Why aren’t my gifts good enough? Why can’t I succeed? I am alone Snarled and rattled by the thought For I am alone My Fear cont’d The Perfect Body Ever since a while back I wondered why people wanted to be “fit” or have the perfect body. Romans have famous sculpture and paintings of muscular men and well curved women, and yet their kings were fat and round. Is there an unknown want hidden in the art of cultures? People try their hardest to have the perfect body, going as far as injuring themselves to get it. So why do people want the perfect body? Could it be because of movie icons and video models or the pressure? I believe that people should be happy with what they have. If they‟re happy and want to work out just a little bit its okay as long as they don‟t obsess. Next Page The want, the need, the desire, to have the perfect body (which is unreachable) have led to the development of many diseases. Well I wouldn‟t say disease because they are more like problems. Such as anorexia and bulimia, these are more common in the teenage years due to the “effectiveness they have on making you skinny!” Not only diseases but also drugs have come up and due to the unfulfilled desire to have the perfect body, they have become a multi-million dollar industry. The main drugs being painkillers and steroids. So is the “Perfect body” a thought, is it a dream, is it worth is, most of all is it healthy. What is the point?! Why do so many people want it? I‟ll never know the answer. My god mother told me that we are fearfully and wonderfully made. That is how I live, that is how I think. Why can‟t the rest feel the same way? Do you? The Perfect Body Cont‟d Paradise Is In Your Mind Paradise- a place of extreme beauty, delight, or happiness. A state of supreme happiness; bliss. I was sitting in the car one day with my mom singing India Arie‟s new song, there‟s hope.” When I heard her say, “paradise is in your mind.” That when I began to think about what she really meant. How could paradise be in my mind if when I sit and think, I begin to cry? So I sat in every one of my classes and thought about what it meant. Next Page Eventually, I realized I wasn‟t going to come up with the answer. So while I was walking… okay, so while I was limping to get to class before the ball rang for 7th period, I saw a boy who was permanently bound to crutches. He asked me about my crutches and I saw I look in his eyes that told me he knew what it was like to desperately want to be off of them. As I told him goodbye, I suddenly remembered him from past lunches. Every time I saw him he had a smile on his face. It made me think, I hate my crutches but this boy who is on them everyday seems to be enjoying life. This boy was so happy that I began to see him in a new light. Knowing this, I began to sing the sing the song. I finally understood what the thought, “Paradise is in you mind” meant. That boy on the crutches is in his paradise because he‟s thankful that he can move on his own, but that also he isn‟t more seriously handicap. Then I looked at a fully abled person and realized that even if they‟re not handicap, they‟re in paradise. And its because they‟re happy with who they are. Paradise Is In Your Mind Cont‟d The Final Blow BANG!! Almost instantly, Chris felt a cool burning pain overwhelm his body. Why hadn‟t he gone home? Where was he? What happened? “Chris! Quick someone call…” he heard someone but he couldn‟t tell who it was. “Ma?” he whispered, tasting the blood, he swallowed and continued on, “Ma, I‟m sorry. I didn‟t have enough time to get the things you wanted, so I took what I could and ran. Guess I didn‟t get too far huh?” He tried to laugh but the pain in his ribs made it hard. “Chris baby? Don‟t worry…” his mother was trying to tell him something but he couldn‟t hear her any more. “No!” Whitney yelled waking up from her nap. Panicking she looked around the room and saw Chris sitting on the couch talking to his girlfriend or whichever one it was today. He looked up. “Ma, you looked worried, you okay?” he asked, hanging up his phone to help his mother stand. “Yea baby, I‟m fine, where‟s your father?” She asked, still on edge from her dream. Next Page “You tell me who he is and I‟ll go find him.” Chris said as he plopped down on the couch and took out his phone. “Stop playing boy and tell me where your father is!” she demanded, walking into the kitchen. “Mr. Williams, went to the corner. He said he‟s going to go pick up his money from his, let‟s just say from his workers.” “Oh.” Whitney knew she was in for it. Katae never liked to be broke and this week was bad. She winced as she felt the scar on her ribs. “B****, get your sorry a** out here now!” Katae yelled, slamming the door closed. “Two stacks, I only made two stacks!” Whitney began to back up and Chris walked out of the room, knowing what was going to happen next. “Why isn‟t there more than two stacks?” Whitney shrugged her shoulders, “I know you don‟t know. You never know anything, you‟re just a stupid whore!!” Whitney fell to the floor, hurt from the impact of the vase hitting her head. Next Page The Final blow cont‟d “ Pick up this mess, you dumba** slacker. This house is never clean!” he dropped his sandwich wrapper on the floor went up to the bathroom. Crying Whitney waited for the sound of the shower before moving. Chris stood in the shadows shaking his head. “Ma, why you let that man hit you?” “He‟s just angry baby.” Whitney picked up the pieces of the broken vase. “Ma, it ain‟t no angry in it. That man is going to kill you and your going to let him!” Beginning to get angry, Chris walked up to his mother and gave her a hug, letting her tears fall on his shoulder. “Ma, I‟m going to get you out of this but you have to trust me, okay?” He waited for his mother‟s response. “Okay baby. But don‟t do anything crazy. I know deep down that he‟s a good man.” “Deep down where?” Chris exclaimed, moving his eyebrows like Jim Carey. With his mother snickering, he went off to get the first aid kit. Next Pag The Final Blow cont‟d *** “Mr. Williams! Your girl at the door” “Tell her I‟m coming!” he grabbed his wad of cash and walked down the stairs. Approaching Chris, he stopped. “Lil‟ nigga, if you got a problem go ahead and say something. And if you not gonna say Nothing, go help your good for nothing momma cook my dinner” “No!” Chris yelled, “get your lazy a** in the kitchen and cook it yourself! Ma is in bed sick, and I‟m taking her to MY grandma‟s house to get better.” “Ah,” Katae said mockingly, “Lil‟ nigga got some groupies and now he think he the yit!!” Chris held his tongue because he knew today was THE day. “That‟s what I thought! Get your sissy a** in there and use that sugar in your walk to bake me a cake.” It took every muscle in Chris‟s body to restrain him from hitting the man standing in front of him. “Whatever.” Katae shouted as he left with his girl for the week. Watching him leave, Chris shouted. “Ma, C‟mon, it‟s time. You‟re going to Aunt V‟s house. Jessica said she‟d be here by 8 to pick you up.” Next Page The Final Blow Cont‟d “And where will you be? I thought you were coming too.” “I am, I just wanna…” Just then a knock came from the door. “Ma, Jessica‟s here.” He opened the door, “Hey bae, how you doing?” Chris asked, welcoming her into the house. “I‟m fine. I saw the car in the driveway leave, was that him?” “Yea, hold on, MA!” “I‟m coming, I‟m coming.” Chris grabbed her bags and carried them to the car. “Ma, I should be at the house by noon.” “Okay baby, be safe.” Chris stood at the door, making sure they got down the street safely. *** “Ma, I‟m coming, I‟m just grabbing a few things from the store.” Chris checked his gun to make sure the bullets were all there. “Chris, be home in half an hour.” Next Page The Final Blow Cont‟d “Alright, love you Ma bye.” Quickly moving, Chris grabbed everything he saw that was worth something to his mother. He knew Katae was coming home in close to an hour. Just enough time for him to drop off his mother‟s things, and get back at his so-called “father.” It had been two months since he and his mother had left, but with the time they had to pack, she had forgotten a lot of her things. He dropped the bag under the step of his aunt‟s house and headed back to his car. BANG! The gunshot echoed throughout the neighborhood. Whitney ran out the door and saw her son fall to the ground. Crying, she hurried over to her son‟s body. “Quick someone call an ambulance!” Rocking her son back and forth, she heard him try to speak. “Ma?” It seemed as if he was fighting just to get the words out. “Ma, I‟m sorry. I should‟ve come home, but I got your things.” He Next Page The Final Blow cont‟d tried to smile but it seemed like the pain was preventing it. She saw the ambulance round the corner. “Chris! Baby, don‟t worry, the ambulance is here.” As she sat and watched the ambulance ride off, she looked in to the night and saw Katae. “You see, you can‟t just leave me and think I‟ll be okay. I was going to find you and you knew it.” Katae walked slowly towards her, closing the gap between them. “What do you want?” Whitney looked around and spotted the gun lying in the spot Chris‟s body once laid. He kept closing the space. As she backed up she tripped. The gunshot rang out. *** Taking in a deep breath, Whitney opened her eyes. Beginning to stand, She felt a helping hand she looked up. “It‟s okay Ma,” Chris hugged her, “We‟re finally safe.” They walked off as their wings glistened in the sunset. The Final Blow Cont‟d Predicted Darkness As I stood there Watching him walk away I realized that we were already Miles apart; No kiss No hug No agreement to try to be friends I felt misplaced Or was it That I was dazed Next Page I thought we could make it But I was painfully wrong And there I was Once again Alone I began to hide away Trying to mask my pain But it was too… Obvious I wanted to tell him to stop But I knew it was too late He was gone Like everything else That had once made me smile Covered by the darkness that comes After the light Predicted darkness cont’d The Abandoning Three more hours Two hours and fifty nine minutes left Why does time move so slow I lay there Thinking What will happen when the door opens? Goodness how time flies He’s here That look Oh god We’re going for a ride I don’t want to go Hey we’re at a forest Chase the ball Where’d he go? I’m alone Next Page Once again abandoned I wander about I’m home His cars there I scratch the door What is she doing here? He doesn’t want me What? I’m confused Once again I feel abandoned I have no home At least not anymore I walk to the street I lay there Making sure not to move The car comes All dogs go to heaven Don’t they? The Abandoning Cont’d The Suicidal Lover He died The stupid jerk is dead With all that I‟ve done for him He didn‟t even say goodbye I hope he‟s happy This is what he‟s done to me I hope everyone else will understand That I can‟t live without you I‟d rather drink the poison Of a thousand scorpions Than go through life without you Next Page And in writing this I hope they understand that I am who I am when I‟m with you And now I jump, rope sturdily tied around my neck I squirm a little But that‟s because this rope is so uncomfortable Sincerely yours…no Yours truly… no Until new birth do we part, The suicidal lover. The Suicidal Lover cont‟d Reflections •The most challenging assignments to me were the five journal entries. It challenged me to further explain my thoughts and to make sure they were all on the level that I wanted them to be able to show exactly what I felt when I wrote them. •The assignment that I am most proud of is the conflict story because I feel that grasped the concept that I was trying to get, also because the story is so realistic that it seems as if it could have happened to anyone. •I choose not to put my character sketch in to the portfolio because I didn‟t entirely understand how to write a story that show people what my friend looks like without telling them straight out. Next Page 4. “She is my beacon, telling me I‟m safe, that I made it another day” –from, „off of 42nd Ave.‟ I find this the best because of the symbolic meaning of my dog to me. “…They want you to live covered by a shadow that wasn‟t yours to begin with.”- From „living under a shadow.‟ This fragment comes to me as way of serious expression because I believe no one like to held under a bar that someone else set and would rather set his or her own goals. “For I am alone.” –from my fear. This one line speaks to me s the best in this poem because it is me stating a fear that I have long held and with me stating it, I unveil a long list of emotions. “ …We are fearfully and wonderfully made.”- From the perfect body. It‟s the truth, the reason why I like this fragment of the sentence is because it is the truth and everyone should try his or her beat to understand why. “I saw a boy who was permanently bound to crutches.”-From Paradise is in Your Mind. I chose this sentence because it gives recognition to the boy who inspired me to write that entire journal entry. “They walked off as their wings glistened in the sunset.”-From The Final Blow. This sentence is my favorite because it has a lot of happiness glowing form the words and it makes me feel warm inside to know that my characters had a happy ending even though they were killed. Reflections cont’d Next Page “But it was too… Obvious.” –from Predicted Darkness. This sentence stands out to me because of an earlier poem that I wrote the week, and it made me continuously think about all the moments that would‟ve seemed obvious if I wasn‟t so obsessed with the world being perfect. “All dogs go to heaven” – from The Abandoning. This is like the joke of a really serious poem. If you recall the movie all dogs go to heaven that‟s what I was thinking, but I brought it back to serious with the question, don‟t they? “I‟d rather drink the poison of a thousand scorpions” –from The Suicidal Lover. I chose this because of such pain those word feel, plain and simple. Next Page Reflections cont’d 5. As a writer your main focuses are showing emotion and making sure your point is known. Seeing as those are your strong point your writing reflects the work you put into it to show those points leaving behind purpose and the imagery is no as well as it could be and your diction in the short story could‟ve have been improved. I suggest that when you write you write from a reader‟s point of view and make sure that everything flows together and your imagery leaves pictures in your mind. 6. I would most likely extend „The Final Blow‟ because I feel that there is a lot more to the story that I could get in, a lot more that I could explain and a lot more feeling that I could I could give into writing the story. Extending „The Final Blow‟ would be easier to me because it‟s a story and every story has more than one point if view. The poems can‟t be extended because further extension would take away from the feeling. 7. I would feel most comfortable adapting the perfect body into another genre. It would be easier because I have such a strong opinion on the thought that people would do so much to their body to please other people. With the emotion I feel about it, I would adapt into the poem genre. Next Page Reflections cont’d 8. To chose one of my writings to reflect my personality is hard because I try my hardest to put myself into my story, but if I had to choose one I would choose „The Abandoning.‟ When I read my poem I see my fear of being alone, showing my friendly personality because as the saying goes, “you attract more flies with honey than you do with vinegar.” The second thing is my love of dogs which makes me playful because having a dog means you can‟t just sit on you bum all day, you have to play with him. They‟re just so darn cute. Finally, the end of the poem show my most shown personality, depressed because when you look at your life and realize that is not how you thought it was, its really hard on you. 9.One of the things I was told about my writing was that I was hard to follow. Ever since then it was sort of hard for me to get back out there and write another short story. But taking to heart what she said I worked on my writing and the next chance I get, I‟m confident that it will be better. 10.Georgia from the series, confessions of Georgia Nicholson, written by Georgia Nicholson. Meghan, Your writing is great, way better than my vati‟s DIYs. If you work a little harder your writing could be la mouche. I don‟t think that anyone in och aye land would be able to write with such passion as you do no matter how much they rate themselves. Hold on Archie is trying to eat the pencil, seeing as Libby dipped it in his normal lunch. Any who, I hope you continue to work on your writing; you have so much potential. Sincerely, Georgia Reflections cont’d Portfolio II The Continuation Of A Growing Mind Three wishes I wish that all of the non-ugly people weren‟t gay. It hurts me so much to see them kissing other cute guys. It‟s just not right. I mean, the cutest people that are guys are gay. But, the ugly guys who think they‟re cute because they have cash in their pockets and dress well, are straight. Where is the justice in that!!! I wish I were back in Florida living with my dad because Virginia stinks. I wish I had fairy god parents tog rant every single wish I have from now until I die because three wishes isn‟t enough to fulfill my desires. Part of the Crowd To be or not to be That is the question But what if the answer Leaves you in a crowd Numbered Placed among the rest Un-unique Just like everyone else Who choose the same as you One in a million But there‟s a million Just like me Who share the same Aspects What makes me different Is what makes me the same Numbered Just like the rest I‟m original Yea, whatever My hatred In the midst of my anger I fall into you The one who lied The one who told me I was nothing Holding back my want to hurt To kill To destroy you!!! If you thought I was nothing Then now I won‟t exist Haunting your thoughts Invading you dreams Trespassing into you fears Creating an alternate More dominant reason for you to live To lose yourself Next page My hatred cont‟d In a never ending void of despair Your own black hole Leading into the darkness of my mind Showing you the result of your betrayal You‟re in my world now Pharmacy Love It was 1970 when I first met him. He was 5‟2” with a caramel complexion that would Mrs. Clause leave the jolly old fat guy for her Christmas. As I walked into the pharmacy, I could see how his eyes lingered over me. I decided to play hard to get. Talking to the pharmacist was the best way to go. I told him I wanted to refill my mother‟s medication and he dropped it on the scale. “That will be $27.49 Ms. Thomas.” I reached for my purse but a hand stopped me. “I‟ll take care of that ma‟am.” I later found out that he meant the bag, but he offered to pay for the medicine as well. “ Thanks trying to go through my purse right now would‟ve agitated me to high heavens.” I looked at him and realized he had the sexiest hazel eyes I‟ve ever seen. The part is they were looking straight at me. “So, is it Ms. Thomas?” I think he purposely emphasized the “ms.” But it felt like someone had put earplugs in my throat because it was like something was choking me and keeping me from answering. Awkwardly, he repeated himself. This time I made sure I spoke smooth and poised. “Yes, but that doesn‟t tell me who you are. So Mr. Gentleman,” I said trying to look as sexy as possible, “ who are you?” he looked amazed “If you must know, I‟m the guy who just paid for your mother‟s medicine. But you can call me Aaron. I‟m usually called Mr. James by my kids.” By this time we‟d gotten to the parking lot and had begun to walk towards my car. “ Oh so you‟re married.” I was trying to get as much out him as possible and he knew it. “No, I‟m a doctor. I‟m single but this lady I met today won‟t give me a chance to ask her out.” That stopped me dead in my tracks. Was he talking about me? I wanted to know- heck! I needed to know. So I did what any curious person would do. Ask! “So why don‟t you?” “I don‟t know. So I‟ll just ask. Ms. Thomas, would you like to go out with me on Friday night.” The Closet If some one were to open my closet they‟d never be the same. I‟m not talking about the everyday run-of-the- mill closets. I‟m talking about the closet in the mind. Everything, from my secrets to my fears resides in there. Everything would suffocate you with its severe intensity. If someone opened that closet they‟d be brought toward that back by a light of false hope, then torn apart limb from limb by my most torturing fear. As they open their eyes, swiftly breathing in air, they‟d be touched by the film of my childhood memories. Crying when such an innocent little girl scrapes her knee while playing outside If someone opened that closet and walked to the darkest corner they‟d see a dead little girl afraid to grow up because she‟s to scared to be alone. They‟d see the tears that don‟t look of tears but of black coal. If someone opened the closet in my mind, they‟d want to go away. In my mind things happen but I can never get away. The Blessed one “Aaaah!” screamed a woman holding a child as her body was completely engulfed in flames. “Mariah! Mariah where is Talia?‟ screamed the woman‟s husband as the fire unmercifully burned down their home. “She‟s with me.” As her last word escaped form he mouth, the final bit of life she had left was lost forever to the blazing flames. Her husband still alive lay next to her. Even though the pain was unbearable, he refused to say a word for his daughter was safe, shielded by her mother and father‟s burnt corpses. The next morning as the fire fighters put out the last of the flame that lit up the morning sky, they heard the cry of little Talia. Sorry for the child, they dropped her off at the Wayside Christian Orphanage. “Good luck angel. OH well look at this! A necklace! It says your name is Talia. Well nice meeting you.” The fire fighter kissed Talia gently on her fore head and handed her sleeping body to the head nun. Three years passed when the Lambert family finally decides to adopt her. “We‟ll love her like he was our on flesh and blood.” Mrs. Lambert assured, carrying Talia on her hip. “As official policy we have to take her picture for you and do a complete background check on you and your family. Alright! Talia, smile!” As the camera Flashed Talia snapped back from her daydream as Ryan, her foster parents‟ son, got off of her. “It‟s a good thing you‟re her sis,” Ryan said mockingly, “how else would I release this sexual frustration?” “Ryan,” Talia said coldly, “I hope you burn in the deepest darkest pits of hell!” She glared at him with her intensely beautiful eyes. She‟d put up with her so-called „brother‟ raping her sense her seventh birthday. An no matter how much she told her foster parents they never believed that their real son had ever done such an act of disrespect for her. Besides he had a girlfriend, why would he want her? “I‟m sure you do sis. But until then,” he got in her face and gave her a deep kiss. Once she pushed him away he continued “you‟re all mine, and if you ever get a boyfriend, I‟ll personally Kill Him.” That sent Talia crazy. She rushed out of the room to her sanctuary, to the attic. She ran so fast that she hardly noticed the big black chest that tripped her over. Luckily there was another chest there to catch her. “What in the world? That damn chest, what the heck is in there anyway?” curious she limped over to the chest and opened it. I guess you could say it wasn‟t all that hard considering the lock was broken. “Hey I remember this lady.” Talia looked at the picture as she suddenly remembered the lady from her dream was in the picture and so was the guy. Overwhelmed with curiosity she continued to look deeper in to the chest finding everything from newspaper clippings that kept talking about some big fire, to picture of the couple she kept having dreams about. Looking deeper she found her adoption papers. Seeing this took her by no surprise, seeing as everyone in that house made it known that she was adopted. “I wonder what my adoption papers would be doing in this chest with all this old junk with some lady and guy who got killed in fire about the same time I was born.” Realizing that she‟d been reading about her parents he jumped and quickly felt the pain of why you shouldn‟t. She leaned over holding her hands to her injured head and cursed the ceiling for being so darned close. In a matter of moments Talia had gone through every piece of paper in the chest. Coming across headlines such as: “The couple from hell” or “Stone family kills another.” “Talia! Get down here and eat!” Mrs. Lambert hollered form down the steps to the attic. “I wonder why she never comes up here anymore. I mean she had to have come up her once before because all of her stuff is here.” Talia questioned loudly as she dawdled down the stairs. “Hey moms, why haven‟t I ever seen you go up in the attic? You always stop at the steps or send someone up to get me.” “I don‟t see any reason of me ever going up there. I have nothing I‟ll ever need up there.” Her mother said fixing herself a plate of mashed potatoes. “Well, what about that chest up there?” Her mother paused, thinking about the answer and calmly answered, “Which chest Hun, there are tons of chests up there that you could be talking about?” “The big black chest with a broken lock that has a lot of newspaper clippings. Most of them are talking about a man and woman who were killed in a huge fire. You know that one?” Talia gave her mother the most innocent stare and hoped for an answer, but to put a little added pressure, she ended her blinking gesture with, “that same chest with my adoption papers in it.” Standing still looking out to nowhere her mother bluntly changed the subject. “You know that room of yours hasn‟t been cleaned in while now. After dinner make sure that you do that, ok babe?” she walked into the dining and dropped the conversation there. “If she‟s not going to tell me about my own parent then I‟ll find out for myself.” After diner she grabbed the phone and rushed upstairs. “I‟m cleaning my room Mom!” she yelled giving herself half an hour to call the people on the adoption papers. “Hello Wayside Christian Adoption center, this is Sister Annaleisa how my I help you?” “Um yes, my name is Talia Stone. And I was told that I was adopted from her around 1994. Do you think you could help me find out about my real parents?” “Talia! Oh my lord yes! Um do you have instruction on how to get here? Never mind tell me where you live and I‟ll come get you!” “Um I don‟t think you should do that my foster parents would like that very much-- you know me?” “Yes I remember the night they brought you here?” “They?” “Yes the fire fighters, I‟ll tell you more once I see you.” “Do you think you could meet me at the church on sherry lane?” Talia look outside her window and looked at the old church. “Sure that‟s fine how about on Saturday at 4? I have something I have to do that morning that I can‟t put off.” “Sure! That‟d be wonderful” Talia squealed “See you soon Hun!” Pleased with how well she‟d done that she continued to clean her room. Out of that shadows her brother arose and grabbed her by that neck. “Who are you trying to meet over there by that church Bea? An old friend? A new friend? A boyfriend?” he threw her on to her bed and pinned her down. “Didn‟t I tell you about getting a boyfriend?” “I‟m meeting a friend but it‟s not a boy!” she said in a panicked voice. “How do I know you‟re not lying to me?” he said yanking off her skirt with one hand and holding her down with the other. “Ryan, have I ever lied to you?” she said scared for her life, hoping that he would show some sort of mercy. “No but how do I know that today isn‟t the day that you decide to start?” Ramming himself into her he began to viciously beat her while at that same time Rape her. Ten minute and a thousand tears shed later he got off of her and left the room. “If I see you with a boy I‟m going to kill him and then I‟m going to kill you.” *** “Are you sister Annaleisa?” Talia walked up to the only nun on the block. “Yes I am, Talia?” Sister Annaleisa Gasped in disbelief as if she was standing in the presence of God himself. “The one and only. So please could you tell me about me about my parents?” Talia took sister Annaleisa by the hand and gave her big puppy dog eyes. “Yes but please I need you to come with me. I want to show you something, and I think it will answer a lot of your questions in itself.” “Okay, let‟s go.” Talia looked around at the block and noticed only a navy blue Mercedes and a lime green Porsche. “So where‟s our ride?” Talia asked wondering what sister Annaleisa came in. “Right here,” she stated as she pointed to the navy blue Mercedes, “what do you think I drive around in a beat down ugly car?” Giggling, she unlocked the car and le t Talia in. About an hour later they were in front of the Wayside Christian Cathedral. A beautiful Building with doors that looked as if it touched the sky. “What are we doing here?” Talia looked at the building in confusion. “This is the church where both your mother and father were born and through out their lives they helped served and protected those who lived around, and worshipped in our church. I guess you could say that they were born to be together. Since they were given such a great responsibility God blessed them with, I guess you would say, powers. They had the power to hurt those who hurt them or anyone else they loved. This is why when more and more foreigners moved in and our natives died out that they weren‟t as appreciated.” Looking at Talia to see if she had understood most of what she had said. But, she found Talia sitting on the ground crying, “That explains what happened to Ryan yesterday!” “What do you mean child?” Sister Annaleisa inquired, looking at Talia in complete confusion. “Three days ago Ryan, my foster brother, threatened me. He told me if I ever got a boyfriend he‟d kill him then he‟d kill me. And that I was his release for his sexual frustration. Then Yesterday, I was thinking of ways to teach him a lesson when the hospital called and said that he‟d been admitted and was in critical condition. They weren‟t sure if he‟d live or not but they wanted his family. But what spooked me the most is when they told me that he had been caught in a twelve car Pile up and was the only one who was injured. The rest or the people walked out of the accident with a few scratches on them. He was the only one.” “Oh my goodness!” Sister Annaleisa got to her knees and tried to comfort Talia. “Hush Child, don‟t say that. God was tired of seeing his blessing being treated in such a Manner.” “So, what does this all mean?” Talia looked up unveiling her red- rimmed eyes. “It means that you are already in line to receive God‟s blessing. Talia you on your own have the power to protect the people you love. But when the Lambert‟s adopted you we made them promise that once you were ready they would tell you about everything but, after the Adoption was final we realized that they were the family that killed your parents but we had no proof.” “Then how did you find out?” “They told us.” At that moment it seemed as if the world was coming to an end. The sky darkened and it rained Down Black soot. “Talia! Talia listen to me this isn‟t the way to handle anything.” She covered herself as a huge gust of wind blew through out the area. Darkened by the anger that had suddenly blocked her senses, “why Should I? They handled it like this.” As sudden as it had started everything ended and Talia fell to the ground. “Talia! No lord have mercy at the Gates to home This Child knew not of what you have blessed her with. Please just give her happiness as she moves to sit next to you in your great wonderland.” She kissed Talia‟s Forehead and fingered the necklace around her neck. The following Thursday as Talia‟s body was laid to rest and as soon as her body was completely covered with dirt for the first time since her death eh sun came out. She looked down on what was her home then turned around and hugged her mother and father. “Jesus?” “Yes?” “Why like this? Why did I have to go through so much? Why didn‟t I Die in the fire with my mother and father?” “Because My child it was what you choose, as it was in the beginning.” He turned and walked away into the infinite unknown of heaven. Disappointment What?! Are you serious NOOO!! Who will deliver the presents now? The Final Installment The Masterpieces of the Grown Mind The Rules of Meg-Isle 1. Do not steal 2. Take only what you need 3. Eat to live don’t live to eat 4. Trust your friends 5. Be trustworthy 6. Listen to whatever I say 7. Exercise twice a day 8. Don’t hit each other 9. Don’t go pass the safety line 10. Always have a song to sing Sovereign speech Friends, Romans, countrymen, lend me you ears. Okay seriously, I‟ve invited you all here for many reasons. The main reason I‟ve invited you is because I wanted you to live here on my island. With your help I can modernize and make this our home. We could all, how the lawyer says, “populate the island” and have a great time. I know you all have lives back on the mainland but with teamwork, cooperation, and determination we could all live here happily. This is a big job but with your help and expertise I believe that we as a people, the new inhabitants of meg- isle, can do it. This beautiful island is now ours to mold and shape into our very own society, if you chose to accept my invitation. So the question now lies unanswered. Tell me now, do you? Waves I imagine myself looking at this I feel refreshed yet hot, relaxed yet stressed because I realize today is my last day on vacation and I‟ll soon be back in the bustling streets of Miami, Florida. I breathe in smelling and tasting the saltiness of the sea not to far away. A tear falls. I smile. This vacation was amazing. Looking at those trees, memories of a place I‟ve not left begin to play. Reading in the shadows of the tree and playing hide and seek on the beachfront with my family. Warmheartedly I turn on the radio and begin packing, making just enough noise to wake my niece. I breathe in once again and try to stay in the moment but the constant tugging on my skirt brings me back to reality. Back to my heart and joy. Back to packing so we don‟t miss our plane. Stopping, just long enough to give my niece an apple to soothe her growling tummy. For a second nothing could get better until the alarm clock rings. Now I can officially begin my day. One Thing The one thing that truly makes me happy is swimming. I have to admit that I‟m not the best swimmer but being in the water makes me think I‟m so free, well until I hit the wall. But when I swim its like nothing in the world could slow me down. Jumping in the water the first time I get in to a pool sends so much of a burst of energy through my body its like nothing in the world could compare to that first moment. The clear blueness of the water is just so relaxing. I mean everything about swimming is great. The first time you hit the perfect dive after messing up two and three times in a row gives you such a feeling of accomplishment. There are other things that make me happy but I can do those things year round. Unlike swimming, when you only have a certain amount of time a year to do it. I guess you could say it‟s my ecstasy. What does it take? What does it take to let people know that they are wrong? I don‟t want to be overbearing or anything but sometimes when people are wrong and they KNOW it they jus keep fighting hoping that you‟ll give up. I think it‟s hilarious but sometimes it‟s annoying. For instance when you‟re arguing with your parents, lets face it everybody argues with their parents. But when you are arguing and you notice that they are stuttering, don‟t you want to smile because that means they know that they are really close to losing. They don‟t want to admit it but they are. In my opinion I think they should give up when the first realize it. But no that won‟t happen because you are both egotistic people and they don‟t want you to win because then that means that their kids are smarter than them. And that‟s a big blow to their ego. So I guess it take a continuous flow of blows to their ego before they just give up. Do you have the cheese? (Cheesy tots push the tater tot in to the corner when the door bell rings; at day care center called the burger king. The tater tots parents are sitting with the head of daycare when the parents come in) Head of daycare: Mr. and Mrs. Cheese. Your twins, Cheddar and Mozzarella have been bullying the other tots around. I just don‟t know what to do with them. Mrs. Cheese: well I‟ve never. They‟re the best tots I‟ve ever had. Mrs. Tater: well potato came home yesterday saying he needed to get some cheese. (Mrs. Tater starts crying.) Mr. Tater: my job doesn‟t give me cheese insurance. (Picture of cheesy tot flashes on the screen as the voice over begins) Voice over: new cheesy tots at burger king™. Are you tough enough to handle them? Now at burger king for prices starting at Have it your way jingle plays ~End of commercial~ Have you ever? Been sad without a reason Stayed up to fall asleep Dressed completely out of season Felt strong when you were weak Eaten slugs just for fun Gone sledding up a hill Started talking to no one Given someone a $750 bill Climbed on your roof just to get away Cried for attention by being bad Tripped on air Turn away and hit a wall Felt someone tapping, but no one was there Waited for an answer but no call? Just Because Just because I‟m me Don‟t expect me to change Don‟t think my opinions are wrong I might just be right Just because I‟m me It doesn‟t mean I‟ll always disagree It doesn‟t make you perfect We‟re all messed up sometimes Just because I‟m me I want you to smile And to be happy Just because I‟m me- please try to understand Da truth You started saying you were the truth A lie in your first words You said you cared A lie in the next set But in the end I guess you was Da truth Just to let you know My name is Meghan Reflections ~~How have you developed as a writer this year? What have you learned or what skills have you gained? As a writer this year I learned to write outside of my little circle and explore other areas. In doing this I‟ve learned to write about anything if I put my mind to it and excel at it. But determination is the key. ~~What lessons about writing can you apply to other classes? Well, I was lucky enough to have gone over the poetry unit in creative writing before I went over it in English. So when the quiz came around I was prepared and knew everything. It also helped when my project require an analysis, I knew just what to do What strategies have you used to overcome some of the challenges of writing this year? My main strategy was to just have fun, because nothing good came from somebody hating what they had to do. What were your strengths in writing? My strengths were being creative and that came in handy when the major projects came around. What have you learned about yourself this year through your writing? I learned that while most people writing reflect how they feel, that I can pull any emotion out and make it seem as if I was feeling that on my paper. What areas do you need to continue to develop as a writer? I think the main area I need to develop is the understanding of a deadline because that is my weakest point in all my classes. 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