The Air was like ice, creeping its way underneath the thin sheer covers I had over my legs. I was laying there motionless and afraid. What else are you suppose to do when you hear your door open and its pitch black. They always thought us to stay still if we see a bear or snake or lion, but what do you do when you see nothing. I slowly put the covers over my head hoping that the mysterious creature lurking wouldn’t see me if I was hiding although it was in a very obvious spot. I hear a harsh breathing coming closer and closer. At first when I heard it I thought it was just my nervous breathing getting heavier and heavier, but no it was something else because I could hear it moving all through the room. My breathing became harsher and harsher, and if the thing didn’t know I was in there before he sure did now. I felt my bed shake a little then again. Then a hand quickly grabs my foot and pulls me up and puts me on his shoulder. I scream trying to get my parents to hear, but as he takes me to the hall, I see they are all tied up in the corner, with another guy with a clown mask on. They started laughing and said, “If you would like we can bring her back when we are done, but she won’t be of much use after we kill her.” I scream, and my mom yells “Don’t give up Jackie, keep fighting you are strong.” I hear a engine running of what seems to be a big car, maybe a van. He takes me as I’m kicking and screaming out the door, and shoves me into the back of this white van. I couldn’t see anything and I kept screaming. Then the man comes back and puts a piece of cloth on my mouth when I breathed in everything was gone. I woak up what seemed to be days later, but was only hours. By this time though it took my eyes a little to focus, and when they did I wanted them to go blurry again. I had learned though not to scream. I look around the back of the van and see multiple instruments, like what my dad used for surgery. They all were covered in blood and when I looked to the right I saw a trash bag, I went over to see what was in it and as I touched it I felt a body. I felt the bones, and the skull. I was sure I was going to be next. I was going to be the next girl in the trash bag that these guys get away with killing. I was determined though not to let that happen. I start to look more carefully at the door and the locks. I then looked at the window. I had an idea, I took one of the metal blades I found to put it in between the two doors. I started prying to get it open. I kept pushing and pushing. I got it. It came undone. I was lucky though I didn’t slip out of the door, because we are moving, and seemed to be in the middle of the desert. Most of the instruments are tied up with metal locks, but the blade they forgot to put up I knew I could do some damage with. I started banging on the window of the van and screaming, it came to a hult. The normal kid would of jumped out and ran, but first I had no idea where I would be going, and second I wanted to have some revenge on the two men who planned on killing me. One comes around and I hide in the corner while the door swings open, and they think I was gone. They both quickly jump into the cart, and with a thud I jabbed both in the back with the blade. I shove them all the way into the back and shut the door, I grabbed the spear phone and key out of the older guys pants before I shut it. I ran to the front of the car and drive away with them in the back. I found the nearest gas station, and they had left their wallet out. I paid for gas, but instead of putting the gas in the tank I open up the window to the back and slowly poor the gas into it covering the back.. I called the cops and told them to meet me at the town that was coming up. I sat in the gas station until they woak up. I went and got matches from inside and went and drove into a abandoned field. They tried to beg and plead not to have me kill them, but nothing could make them live. I wanted them to suffer like they made that little girl suffer. I lit the match and ran a few feet back and right before I threw it I said, “My mom was right, I am strong.” I threw the match and watched the van burst into flames. I started walking to the town where I had told the cop to meet me, and as I was walking I notice a car following me on the side of the road. It asked if I wanted a ride I said no. He wouldn’t listen to me and kept asking and I kept saying no I am fine. Then when he got out I pulled the metal blade on him and he drove away. I was almost to the little town, but I couldn’t see the cop car. I turned around and saw another man behind me. He said, “You messed with the wrong people.” I screamed. They had had a tracker on the phone. He picked me up and put me in the back and tied me down to the chair in the back. He said we are so far in the middle of nowhere no one will hear your screams. He pulled out a knife blade, and took a first cut on my leg. I didn’t scream but kept bleeding. I hurt like hell, but I knew I could tough it out. Then another on my stomach, little did he know though that I had slid my blade into my shirt so I was uncutting myself out of the rope from behind. I finally got myself loose. I slowly and quickly moved my arms around when he turned his back to me, and stabbed him in the spine. He fell paralyzed to the ground and I said, “you have messed with the wrong girl.” I stabbed him again and again, and this time took the tracker out of the phone, and drove away to where I found a police I got out covered in blood and he took me into his car, and drove me home. My mom said, “I knew you were strong”, when I walked in the door crying with tears coming down her face. I replied, “You have no idea.”

Lyric Peoms

 

Feeling my way through the darkness

I could show you what you want to see

I can't live a lie, running for my life

Life will pass me by if I don't open up my eyes

Even if the sky is falling down

I will always want you

In a tidal wave of mystery

You'll be standing next to me

I put you high up in the sky

And now, you're not coming down

We're safe and sound

Perfect Circle by 3 Libras

No matter how hard you try

Its up to them

Do you open up or not?

Do you let them know who you truly are?

I have tried but she hasn't

No amount of effort can change it anymore

I am not her muse

I am not what she wants

She would of turned and looked

She would of tried to see beneath me

Instead she didn't care enough

Life moves on

I will find someone who feels the same way

Now I just wait

 

 

Teachers Music

Music creates many memories for people. For Mrs. Lord the song I'm gunna miss her reminds her of her husband and how he would always leave her to go fishing like it says in the song. Also Mrs. Wyric really enjoys listening to classic rock on the radio in the mornings and rocking out to Tom Petty. Even a choir teacher like Mr. Corn though has stories to tell of how music became offensive to society, like Milly Vinnili, Madonna's Like a Virgin, To'Poc, and Ozzie eating bats on stage. Mrs. Wyric was never offended by music but doesn't like New Country like Kenny Chesney.  Mrs. A loves Barry Manelo, where Mrs. Stephens thinks of Rick Aslee's Never gunna give you up when it comes to her childhood. Music is a big part of many peoples lives.
When I was younger the music I remember is Dixie Chicks Wide Open Spaces, and Fleetwood Mac, Landslide. I would always love listening to all of my moms old CD's on our sound system where they are blaring through the house and us dancing, or her turning on the radio and Hey Mickey by Toni Basil coming on and us singing all around the house. Music was a huge part of my childhood and has helped me be who I am today. My favorite singer is torn between Switchfoot and Lifehouse, they are both soft rock singers and its easy listening music. I love songs where I can relate to the lyrics and all of their songs I can do that with. Learning to breathe by Switchfoot reminds me of my dad because it is from the movie a walk to remember which was our favorite. I love going to concerts, I am going to see Switchfoot next month, but I usually go see country singers in concert like Carrie Underwood, Rascal Flats, and Miranda Lambert. I will never forget the Carrie Underwood concert for her amazing stand performance.. I listen to todays hits on the radio the most, and yes I sing along to every one. No music is really controversial to me. I like most all types of music and cant think of a artist that I don't like.   

Music

When I listen to music it helps me relax and almost block all of the problems in my life out for just those few minutes. It is a escape, and makes me happy. My favorite song is Between the Raindrops by Lifehouse featuring Natasha Bedingfield. It has a really good meaning, and is a Christian song. I'm not really a person who attends church all the time but I am a Christian and by listening to this type of music makes me happy. It always helps remind me that someone is there even when it seems like no one is and you want to give up. When I was younger I only liked the typical radio hits, and didn't get outside the box to see what I would like. As I got older though I started hanging out with different people and listened to different types of music and got interested. I started listening to everything and found what I really enjoyed. I am not very particular about my music, I have a very wide variety of music. I defiantly have my favorites, but I don't even think there is one type of music that I hate that I would never listen too. I love music so much that I like listening to any type of music. My family is the same way, and I grew up listening to more music than what I even did watch TV. I still am like that now, and it has made me very susceptible to all different types of music. My friends listen to come of the music I do, but I listen to everything so I cant really make any conclusions about us listening to the same type of music because I will listen to everything. Without music the world would be a completely different place. It would be boring. Without music, my life wouldn't be anything like it is now. I couldn't even imagine my life without music, because my life consist of music. I admire the music of Macklemore because he always puts meaningful words behind all of his songs. Every song he sings almost has a story behind it.  One event where I really connected to music was at the Carrie Underwood concert and she started singing Temporary home. It was right after my dad had died and that song is still one of my favorite songs. I don't think there is any type of music that shouldn't be tolerated. I love all types and even if someone doesn't like it there will be someone who does. I feel that music does have the power to heal. Music can help people through many hard things in their life. If you really listen to the lyrics of music you can really relate to most songs. It gives people a since of comfort when they listen to certain types of music because it is almost as if they are going through a lot of the same things as the writer of the song. It makes the listener feel normal. I know with me listening to a lot of Switchfoot has related to my life and gives me a since of comfort. Music defiantly has the ability to change a mood. In movies they play certain music for certain parts. Music has a mood to itself and when you listen to it, it can make you feel that way too. I think music is poetry, because music usually tells a story as does a poem, but with simple lines and phrases. Music for me puts me in a place of comfort that nothing else can. I would never want to sing professionally but I did choir for years and enjoyed it.

Poem about the Window

Young and Naïve

Nothing will ever change she thought

Leaves change and darkness overcomes

The world becomes something different than expected

The empty house across the street stays motionless

Having no life needing love and care

The moving trucks coming

It is once again loved and beautiful

Garden flowers and window boxes

The house was what she remembered

Through the Window

Windows are a way of everyone seeing and viewing the world. Growing up I would always look through the same window in the living room of my house. I have never moved before so I have always been able to see the changes in the world through this window as I have grown up. Looking out as a child I only saw the abstract part of the world, the trees and houses across the street, the sunrise and sunset. As I got older I started to see more changes and started trying to figuring out why things changed. When I was 10 the old lady across the street passed away, and I remember watching out the window at the moving trucks coming and taking away all of what was left of her. The house turned into a rental property. I would wait for months for the empty house to have someone come and use it as a home as did the old lady. I would get up every morning and go look out the window and try to see into the house but it was always empty. Finally after a few months a lady moved in. I was excited that the house had a purpose now. The lady really enjoyed gardening, so the gravel in the driveway was slowly moved to the side of the tree in the center. She started laying down the soil, then the flowers. I grew up watching this house going from empty and run down to a beautiful home. The flowers remind me of the old lady and how sweet she was. The flowers in my heart help me always remember her and how she was so amazing to me growing up. It isn't the window that has a story but what you see through it. When I move out and come back, I cannot wait to see what has changed sitting in that window with my own kids and telling them the memories I had looking through that window when I was their age.

6 Word Memior

A Hard Working Girl Finding Her Place.

 

Vincent Van Gogh

On March 30,1853 Vincent Van Gogh one of the world soon to be most known and most successful artist was born. He was born in the Small town of Groot Zundert near Brussels. He was born from his mother Cornelia and father Theodorus. His mother didn't have a job, but his father was a protestant minister. He had 5 siblings Anna, Theo, Elizabeth, Wilhelmien, and Cornelius. He went to a catholic elementary school and switched schools for middle. He never got married and was rejected so many times he moved to art to express his true love. 5 Major events that happened in his lifetime were, Czar Nicholas the first of Russia died, Charles Darwin published " Origins of the species", Lincoln was elected president of the USA, Civil War in America, and French captured Mexico City.
Throughout Van Gogh's life he suffered with mental Illness, inability to foster relationships, and suicidal tendencies. Van Gogh's paintings were not popular while he was alive, but after he died they became of great value. He used mostly water colors which was a new idea for painting in the post- impressionism time period they were living in. His most famous works where, Starry Night, The Bedroom and Sunflowers. He had many other paintings that many people know and love. One of my favorites is Café Terrace at Night, it was a sort of abstract painting of a café in the night off of a road in the middle of Italy. Another one of my favorites was Sunflowers which was one of his most famous, it was of a vase of sunflowers, but the way he used the water colors with the orange and yellow hues was just truly amazing.

Narrative Poems for Paintings

Starry Night over Rhone by Vincent Van Gogh

Like Magic the bright lights shine down on the water, it looks like the bright orange hues are dancing along the water

The beauty of a green marsh along the shallow blue water was the perfect place for us to be

Years had gone by and memories were made, I just wish she was part of all of my past

This night was falling around us as if we were in a story book with the stars like a blanket

People may change but they are still beautiful, and she was

 



His last Painting Before Suicide

The Peaceful sunsets over the harvesting corn

The crows begin to swarm over the field as if they were watching something

The night was peaceful and quite

There seemed to be no purpose to my life in this boring life

It was time to go for the world had no need for me in its amazing beauty

Hopper's Painting- Inspired Piece

I see a place for the forgotten

I hear the soft cry's of wanting home

I smell the grassy plain

I taste the salty tears

I imagine a family had to run away from all they knew

Memorable Passage

One of my favorite books that I have read is Twilight by Stephanie Meyer. It may sound weird that I learned about myself by reading this book, but it is true. The amazing quotes she put in this book really did help inspire me as a person to look at my life. "Surely it was a good way to die, in the place of someone else, someone I loved. Noble, even. That ought to count for something." This is one of the most famous quotes in the book which Bella says about Edward who she falls in love with. I believe this quote is true that it is a good way to die in place of someone you love. I feel that true love is when you put someone else before yourself and everything else. This quote says that. Bella loved Edward so much that she would give up everything for him. That is what true love is. It is my favorite quote from the book because just that little line means so much!

Writers as Readers

When I read I feel most comfortable reading books that I can relate to or that keep my attention and are full of action. I love books that are realistic to books that are so far out there that couldn't ever happen in a million years.
I love realistic fiction. I like being able to read about a story of someone's life that I could almost relate to. I like books that talk about teenagers life and how they have to push through the crazy things in life. It just makes more sense to read something I can relate to and that it can help me in my life reading something I cant.
I write like Dan Brown the author of the Da Vinci Code.
When I read the book twilight, it may sound strange, but I could relate to Bella because she was trying to figure out what she really wanted. She was being torn in so many different directions that she had a hard time making a decision. I have felt like that a lot in my life.
I picked up Hunger Games and was really excited to read through it. It was full of adventure and love and all sorts of different things. I couldn't help but keep reading it. I have had some books that were just really hard to read that I just dragged through though. I don't know any in particular.
My mom taught me how to read. I remember being one of the only kids in kindergarten who knew how to read, because my mom had taught me. I remember it being difficult at first, but then easy and fun.
I remember reading a old book I forgot the name, but it was about Jack and Jill. The books where made up of simple sentences, and it was the first book my dad read when he was little too.
My favorite book I remember reading is Twilight, because it was one of the fist books I read that really brought a interest to me and made me keep reading. It was so different from any other book I had ever read which made it even better.
My favorite book series is the Junie B Jones books. I remember reading them before I went to bed at night, and I would love reading them because it was always a new story about her day at school or on the bus, or anything a little kid wanted to do.
When I finished the book Hate List I was angry afterwards because, the book was so good from the beginning and then got really boring after about the first half. It was really hard to finish and the ending was somewhat boring.
I believe that books can change your interest. I never thought I would enjoy twilight, but I did really like it. I enjoyed reading all about the vampires and werewolf's, which before I read it was stupid. It just depends on the writer and their writing style, because I know Stephanie Meyer really changed my interest.
When I write I usually don't envision my reader. I usually write for myself and my own thoughts and feelings because it is easiest for me to do. I  try not to offend anyone in my writing, but I don't base my writing off of what I think my reader will feel about my piece.
I feel like the more you read the better writer you become. Not just because of the grammar aspect of it, but from how your imagination grows. If you read more you get more ideas.
I though about writing a book about my life, but I don't know if I want people to know all about me. I just think memoirs are so interesting.

Angelou Writers Response

Maya Angelo is a extremely successful writer who wrote about her life and hard times. Maya celebrates "the universal human power to triumph over adversity." I know it can become hard in your life to over come things but same as Maya I have moved through to find that you as yourself have the ability to overcome a huge tragedy or hard life because you are strong! I have had many friends who have struggled with hard times whether it be when they were little growing up in a bad home and put in foster care, or being abused and having to move in with another family member. Things like this happen everyday, and you have the power to overcome it and move forward with your life not letting anything tear you down and showing those who hurt you that they have no control over your life. One of my friends was adopted from Russia when she was 7 she was put in a orphanage when she was younger because her parents were not stable to take care of her and left her with her siblings in a park. Yes she does have some problems with anger, and we don't always get along, but she is a strong person who has moved on past that point in her life and not let it hold her back.
Maya Angelo went through a major trauma when she was 7 years old and didn't talk for 5 years. I couldn't even image how hard it would be to go that long without talking. It takes serious emotional damage to cause a person not to talk for so long. I talk to much myself and to image going so long without talking to anyone, not even my parent that would be so hard to deal with! I do feel if I didn't speak so often though and listened I would learn a lot from the world and realize how important it is to listen and not to speak. I also feel though by talking and interacting with people you learn a lot too. I am amazed at how amazing Maya is of a writer when she went so long without interacting, but yet I think how much time she had to listen and learn about the world. I feel this has helped shape her as a writer.
In Maya Angelo's passage she talks about total recall. When she talks about this I can relate. If you have ever been through something traumatic it doesn't matter how hard you may try to block it out it has a way of coming back. Not just coming back though, but it is almost like you are reliving that moment again. You remember ever single last detail down to what the people where wearing. It never matters ether if you try to focus on the good the bad has a way of coming back and biting you in the butt. You also though remember really good times in your life, like when you went on a vacation, or when you spent a day with your family. They also are the same where you remember everything about it down to the smell. It helps our imagination grow when we remember these things because we cant help but imagine them again. The memories maybe good or bad but this helps us grow as a person and especially as writers.
To occupy your small mind you do things that are small and easy to help you get moving in the direction where you can do everything you want to do. When I need to occupy my small mind I swim or listen to music. It relaxes me and takes the stress away from all other things, so my mind can be open to all new things. Maya uses playing cards. You also though can have small distractions that keep you from getting done what you need to, my biggest thing is my phone and talking to people. It takes me away from the things I need to accomplish and I have to overcome the temptation and put the phone aside so I can do what is needed to be done.
I agree that writing can become hard especially when thinking about the reader and what they would enjoy. I find writing easy when I am doing it for myself, because I know that no one is judging it. When I write papers though for grades it suddenly becomes a lot more difficult. The fear of the reader not injoying the paper or feeling the paper isn't right. Your thoughts and feelings may not be the same as the reader, but you always are going to have some people displeased no matter how hard you try. I find it hard to think that I cannot always please my writers, so that is the hardest writing for me.

My Future is Bright

When I think about my future, I think about college, having a family and kids. It has always been something in the distant future, but its getting really close now that I think about it. I have one more year of high school and I will be in college. In the presentation we were given Monday by the art institute, it gave me more of a push that I need to find out where I am going in life. I may not want to go to a art institute but it was very interesting seeing how she was explaining how in the college you can do something you have loved all your life and live out your dreams. I loved seeing the video of all the photography the girl had taken representing everything she loved in life. It was really inspiring because you could tell that she really enjoyed what she was doing. I don't have really any questions for the reprehensive at the art institute but to any person that is in college. My question is, Does it go as fast as what these high school years have gone? I feel like my life is flying by before my eyes. Thankfully I know what I want with my life though. I want to go to school to be a nurse aesthesis. Get my BSN at UMKC and graduate with my boyfriend. I want to live in Oregon and have the best job I could ever ask for, and have 3 kids. When I think of my life in 5 years I think of it just starting and that that even in 5 years I will have a lot ahead after that. It is excited to think about. My life will be great if it goes as planned and even if it doesn't because God has a plan and I trust it will be good.

Pillow Talk

Dreams are a huge thing in peoples lives. Sleep is something I look forward to every night, and the many dreams make it just that much better. When you think about it though, you don't always have good dreams. When I was younger I didn't always like sleeping because I use to have some of the worst nightmares. The thought of having to close my eyes and not knowing what would come to my mind was a huge fear. They were always so real too as if they were happening and I would wake up terrified to go back to sleep. This picture of the pillow reminds me off my nightmares and my bad dreams I had when I was younger. The dark shading and light faint stripes, it just looks like someone had a lot of nightmares when sleeping with this pillow. When I think of nightmares I think of dark and shades of gray, not being able to see what is ahead of me and not being able to get out. I don't understand except for the dark shades of gray, why the pillow makes me think of nightmares. I  guess its just my interpretation.

Art has many interpretations

This piece of art is up for many interpretations. When I look at it, it has kind of a way of speaking to me. It may sound funny, but it is true. When I look at it is represents life,  all the colors representing all the feelings and emotions you have, and the way they are splattered here and there is representing how the emotions come at  different times and you cant always keep them straight and everything gets crazy and it starts to look like this painting. Things going here and there, and your life going crazy. It was once said not all who wander are lost. This is so true your emotions might be crazy from all the many things you are experiencing, and your life looks like this painting scattered and confusing. This doesn't mean you are lost though it just means you are experiencing life, and crazy times in life bring some of the best memories with the best people. I look at my life yes it is really crazy and that's why this painting reminded me of my life, but I am having more fun now then I have ever had. Life is meant for you to have fun get a little crazy and yes you will have some hard times. Every time a door closes though another opens remember that. Don't waste your life worried about  being perfect because no life is perfect and a perfect life is way more boring than a life that you take chances with. Don't let peoples judging change what you do in life, the true friends will stand by you and understand why you do the things you do. It is time to figure out your life who you are and get ready for the big future ahead of you. Take risk, have fun, and make memories so when you look at a painting of your life it isn't boring.