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Thursday, February 26, 2009

No Time!

You don't have time to do stuff. No time at school, no time at home but time for tv. How can it be. Taking class that don't give you credit. Should you take them, will they truly help you later. Some classes can but learning how to hear and say the right thing but it doesn't teach you how to say the right things and it doesn't sound out the words right either. You panic because you don't have time but on top of the extra class you have basketball practices and go home and feed the animals. Teens are having more problems sleeping because parents are make their kids do stuff that may or may not help them in the future. However, Most of this kid will go crazy or will kill themselves.
I know how it feels. On my Senior year i have less time for school work or for fun stuff that i get want to run away or do myself in.

Monday, February 9, 2009

Blood Everywhere

I walked down the stairs to see my brother walking around with a bow in his hand. I had a hat on that looked like an apple on my head. My brother picked up a fish tank cleaner and loaded the bow. The fish tank cleaner was long. One end had two claws; the other end had two sides. One side was a sponge, the other side was a scrubby, and the top was a double-sided blade. My brother was aiming above me when he accidentally let go of the string. It felt like slow motion as the cleaner came towards me. I saw my brother’s face, the cleaner coming at my nose, and its intended target, my nose. Suddenly, my nose opened up like the Red Sea. Half of the basement floor was covered with blood. I didn’t cry, I didn’t even feel my nose or the blood coming down my face. The bleeding wouldn’t stop; the blood covered my hands, clothes, and shoes.
At the doctor’s office, I wouldn’t let them put a long needle in me. They had to get five nurses to hold me down. I still got free. I wouldn’t yield to the needle. They sent me to the hospital to get my nose glued. I was the first to have to get glued, and the first to have the doctor’s thumb stuck to me. The glue did its job and more. I almost had to bring the doctor home with me.