A story I made up just now!

My Dad!

As i lay in bed listening to the sound of the rain hammering on the roof. I hear the front door open and close with a slam. Dads home from the bar. Fear overwhelms my body, i am unable to move.I lie there and wait for the sound of foot steps walking round the kitchen. Its become a routine now, dad comes home late at night from the bar, comes in and tries to make a cup of coffee but finds it to hard so he just grabs the whisky off the shelf, the noise stops for a moment as he takes a swig of the bottle. You hear him place it down loudly on the table. I can hear mum awake next door, but she dears not disturber him now. Not after what happened last time. There are more noises from down stairs, the scraping of a chair and a clatter of footsteps as he makes his way up stairs. I start to shake as a shiver runs down my spine. he opens my door and turns on the blinding light. he grabs my by the arm and throws me out of bed. I know not to moan. I know not to cry. It only makes him more angry. He looks at me in disgust. "I shhooddaa kiilld ya long bedoor' he babbles." wasst oph time, wasst oph space". Its hard form me to understand,but i know what is begging said, as i have heard it over and over again. He pulls my up and forced me against the wall holding me center meters off the ground. My body is weak. He is strong. He holds his had against my throat. The air escapes my body and i cannot breath. "Yoii weerree a misstake" he says "I regret everything to do with yaa!". I can hear mum weeping through the wall. I hope with all my might that she doesn't come in, it will make dad even more mad, and he will take the beating out on her too. It seems like ages since my last breath and wonder if he will actually kill me tonight. But Thankfully it seems he get sick of me, releases me from his grasp. I slid down the was in exhaustion as he leaves the room. Its funny because that man i just saw tonight is a different one who will wake me up in the morning with a smile on if face.

The end.

(None of the contents written above is real, my father is loving and kind!)

Chicago!

Chicago

It is possibly my favourite movie of all time. Iwatched it first about 5 years ago, at first it didnt really apeal to me, but i was young. Now i love to watch it. I have it on dvd, and no matter how many times i watch it i never ge sick of it.

My Favourite song is the Cell Block Tango, I love how every step and every movement is perfectily in time! And they make it look so simple. I absolutly love Catherine Zeta- Jones' voice i find it to be absolutly wonderful! Its really nice and powerful. It gives me goose bumps!

For all the people that havent seen it it is a musical, but not like any musical you have every seen! I recomend that you watch it i would give it 5 stars!

It is rated M for medium level of violence so it would be better for 14 and over.

It is the winner of SIX Academy Awards. I find it wonderful!

My Person

You rush to greet him with a hug, thinking it may be the last time you see him standing there. He greets you in a big bear hug! And you snuggle in tight, all your worries and cares melt away as you inhale his sent. Its a mixture Of his shaving cream and old people, but the mixture is nice, it calms you makes you feel at home. He kisses your cheek and his whiskers tickle your face for he have not properly shaved in a while. He would invite me to have ice cream, and we would go across town to the best parlor. He always picks the same ice cream, Rum and raisin single scoop with nuts, Its as if its the only one he remembers the taste of. He and I sit and watch they cars go past, and he tells me all about his past. You can see in his eye that he is excited and loves to tell his tales. On the drive home he will tell you about how none of the shops used to be there, and when he was little there weren't things like cell phones and i pods. You have heard this many times but you sit patently and wait for him to finish. When it is time to leave him you hug him tightly but not to tight to hurt him, hoping that next time you see him he will still be standing there waving as you back down the drive.

You love him very much, and enjoy spending the time that he has left with him.

My Story!

For English we are doing creative writting which i have always found really fun, well last lesson our teacher showed us a picture and told us to write about it.

It Cant Be!
This was my one chance, my one chance that would soon end in disaster, though I did not know that at the time. I am about to show the world how good I am, yet as I sit here looking at the jump I begin to feel nervous. This is my first time, and I had used every dime to get here, first prize $100,000 and you get a contract with the best BMX Company in the world. I’d be set for a lifetime. Yet if I lost, I would lose everything I have achieved in the past years and I will have no money. I realise that I’m up next, horror strikes me like a thousand pins going into my body. I stand up and go to fetch my bike. My heart pounds rapidly in my chest as I clamber onto the bike. I started to peddle, picking up speed. As I approached the ramp I snuck a sideways glance, and saw about 20 people watching me, I held there gaze big mistake. As I lifted off from the ramp my foot slipped on the peddle making me smack my head and lose my grip of the handles. I watched as I went soaring through the air, and my bike went plummeting to the ground. Suddenly the world was moving in slow motion, I could hear shouts from the crowd as I floated to the ground, all the while the same word going through my head ‘why’. I could see people running. ‘I have lost everything’ I thought ‘there is nothing left, no money, no jobs’. And then the world returned back to normal speed just as I hit the ground. The impact of my body hitting the ground is unbearable, I feel winded. I hear people rushing to my sides, calling my name. My body is throbbing; I am conscious but reluctant to move. Slowly I drift off into the blackness.

I awake to the sound of an alarm, thankfully it was just a dream I think to myself. Yet why am I still in pain, I sit up and realise, I’m no in my bed, I’m in hospital. I start to panic; everything’s a blur, my heart rate goes up there is beeping of the machine I’m plugged into. Nurses come to settle me, but I don’t cram down. They inject me with some kind of drug and I sink back into the blackness once more.


THE END

Holiday!

Well it was the holidays but now its back to school. In my holidays i went to Whakatane with my friend Cerise. We stayed at her Grandparents house It was fun! They were really nice and welcoming to me which was good for i was a bit nervous about meeting them. While driving down we stopped of heaps along the way, but it was good it made the car drive more interesting. When we arrived there and our legs were acing and stiff, we said hello to everyone and i was introduced. Then me and Cerise went to unpack. While unpacking i looked at the book shelf and saw heaps of 'True Story' books. I have always been really interested in then and loved to read them, and so me and cerise picked a book and began to read. Reading those books really makes you appreciate you life, you think about how much worse it could be. It really opened me up to abuse within families. I think it is a horrible thing to have happen. It can ruin peoples lives and make them suffer when they grow up. Even now you still here about it, like that girl that was locked up the the age of 19 and her own father sexually abused her until she was 40 something, he Fatherd Seven of her Children, His wife didn't even know that she was there, She though she had run away years ago. It just shows how sick and twisted people can be! Its As if they do not love anyone but themselves and care for only them!!

It was horrible to read those books about children that have been abused from the age of 3, Stuck in mental hospitals where there were drugged and received shock treatment, And almost beaten to death on the side walk by people the didn't even know! It makes me feel sick that people can get away with that!

But Back to my holiday. On the second day we went and looked around Whakatane and Cerise showd me her old school and old house and her favourite playground when she was little, It was really nice to see where she had once lived. Later that day we went to the hot pools and went on the slide. We got tired fast and headed home for a nice sleep. On the last day we left at lunch time to make sure we got home befor dark. When we Got Back from Whakatane i really didn't have much planned so i spent a week at my dads helping him cook. I made myself some money, which was good.

Then on the last week i stayed with family and only saw cerise, I didn't really feel like getting out

I was just enjoying being off school. Though now we are back, it, makes it a but enjoyable.

Well i must dash!

Bye

Meth Poem

Hello, My Friend
I destroy homes. I tear families apart.I take children and that’s just a start.I’m more valued than diamonds, more precious than gold.The sorrow I bring is a sight to behold.If you need me, remember, I’m easily found.I live all around you, in school and in town.I live with the rich, I live with the poor.I live just down the street, and maybe next door.I’m made in a lab, but not one like you think.I can be made under the kitchen sink, or in yourChild’s closet, even out in the woods.If this scares you to death, it certainly should.I have many names, but there’s one you’ll know best.I’m sure you’ve heard of me. My name’s Crystal Meth.My power is awesome. Try me. You’ll see.But if you do, you may never break free.Just try me once, I might let you go.Try me twice and I’ll own your soul.When I possess you, you’ll steal and you’ll lie.You’ll do what you have to, just to get high. The crimes you’ll commit for my narcotic charmsWill be worth the pleasure you’ll feel in my arms.You’ll lie to your mother, you’ll steal from your dad.When you see their tear, you must not feel sad.Just forget your morals, and how you were raised.I’ll be your conscience. I’ll teach you my ways.I take kids from parents. I take parents from kids.I turn people from God. I separate friends.I’ll take everything from you, even your good looks andPride. I’ll be with you always, right by your side.You’ll give up everything. Your family, your home.Your money, your friends, you’ll be all alone.I’ll take and I’ll take till you’ve no more to give.When I finish with you, you’ll be lucky to live.If you try me, be warned. THIS IS NOT A GAME.If I’m given the chance, I’ll drive you insane.I’ll ravage your body. I’ll control your mind.I’ll own you completely. Your soul will be MINE.The nightmares I’ll five you when you’re lying in bed,And the voices you hear from inside your head.The shakes, the sweats, and the visions you’ll see. I want you to know, these are your gifts from me.By then it’s too late, and you’ll know in your heart, That you are now mine, and we shall not part.You’ll regret that you tried me. They always do.But you came to me. Not I to you.You knew this would happen. How many times were you told?But you challenged my power. You chose to be bold.You could have said “no” and just walked away.If you could live over, now what would you say?My power is awesome, as I told you before.I can take your mother and turn her into a whore.I’ll be your master, you’ll do as I say, Even when I tell you to go to your grave.Now that you’ve met me, what will you do?Will you try me or not? It’s all up to you.I can show you more misery than words can tell.Come, take my hand. Let me lead you to hell.
Anonymous

This poem was written by anonymous, it is belived to be written by a woman in jail on meth charges. When i read it it made me feel really sad and also angry. People lose familys, friends, jobs, money all because of drug addiction. It drives me crazy how people can just throw everything away just to get high. I dont see why anyone even invented it in the frist place. If you think about all the people who must have lost everything including their lives just for drugs its amazing. I really hate it how people with stop at nothing to get drugs thinking tomorrow i wll stop, but they cant because it has its power. Its not just the weak ones that get sucked in, its anyone. You cant just say 'I will never be addicted' but who are you to decide, you could over come its power, or sit and rot. This poem just shows you what it does and how it effects people. I HATE IT! it just makes me angry. People are stupid enough to throw away their future. It states in the poem about how you came to it and not it to you, and also how that you had been worned about the dangers of taking drugs yet you test its powers. It just goes to show what happens. Most of it is because everyone does it so it must be okay. I know it may be a bit biest of me to say this stuff because i have never taken drugs but i have known people even family that have ruined their lives because of it and ended up in jail. Its a terrible thing and should stop!

Year 10 Zoo Trip

Hey There! on the 8Th of April year 10 went on a trip to the Auckland Zoo. It was for science as part of our Ecology studies. I had been looking forward to going for a while, and on the day i was overly excited. When we got on the bus i started taking pictures so that i could capture the whole days advents, sadly my camera was out of battery and started playing up. Luckily my friend had her camera and let me take all the photos i wanted. I love taking photos and i feel like i always need to take them to get the right picture. when we arrived i took a photo of the Zoo's Building, then one of us going in side. It went on like that for the rest of the day. i took heaps of photos. The best part of the day was the lions, they are my favourite animal. I wish i could have one, i sat and watched them for what felt like hours it was really cool. Everyone else didn't like them because they were boring and slept the whole time but when you sit and watch them its quite different. Me and Emily watched and waited, then all three lions came down to the glass. If it had not been for the glass in the way i would have reached out an touched them all, and lost my arm. But it was so cool an there were hardly any people around so it made it even better. I also Liked the elephants they were cool, i love their trunks. All the animals were really cool and more well behaved then some of the students at school.
At 11 we had to go to this meeting thing in a room. it was quite interesting, but the whole time i was just longing to see the animals. i wanted to feed them, i have once wanted to be a Zoo keeper, but i don't think i would want it as a career and its something you need to base your school time on and if i don't wish to stay as one it would be a waste of time. It was a really cool day full of fun and photos, I hope to go back there soon.