“I—I—I have not Mme. Forester’s diamond necklace!”
He jumped up, frightened—
“What? How? It is not possible!”
“If it had not been so, I wouldn’t have told you.”
Leaving the house, slamming the door behind him, M. Loisel said,”Someone lends you their most prized possession and you lose it... You lose it, you find it!”
Mme. Loisel searched the house up and down, finding the necklace nowhere. She wanted to search outside of the front door, but was shocked to find that the latch had been broken. The effect of the slam of the door must have caused it she thought. Mme. Loisel was locked inside of her home. She of little knowledge didn’t know her husband had planned to go to his brother’s to relieve some stress and wouldn’t return for a few days.
Monday, February 22, 2010
Wednesday, February 17, 2010
Garbage-Truck Thursdays
Disgust.
Garbage pick-up.
The Streets reek of spoiled milk.
Mushy garbage lies everywhere.
Beware.
Garbage pick-up.
The Streets reek of spoiled milk.
Mushy garbage lies everywhere.
Beware.
Friday, February 12, 2010
Journal Entry #1
The thing that scares me most is... losing my mother. I’m blessed to have a mother because not everyone can say they have one. My mother, like most mothers, is always there for me, giving up her wants for my needs. I can’t imagine life without her constantly guiding me in the right direction. My mother and I have become the best of friends since I’ve grown older and more mature. I can go to her and tell her just about everything. There are no longer any secrets between us. She’s developed an understanding about me, and I thank God for her and her loving ways.
Her smile, her silly laugh, and her joyful spirit shows in me. People say I remind them so much of my mother that it looks as if she “spit me out”. I beg to differ, but maybe they see something in me that I find unnoticeable. Just like my mother, maybe she feels as if she’s obligated to provide for me, but in my eyes, she does these things because she’s warm-hearted and caring. I never want to be without her, but when the time comes in which I do, I know what I’ve learned from her will remain in me.
Her smile, her silly laugh, and her joyful spirit shows in me. People say I remind them so much of my mother that it looks as if she “spit me out”. I beg to differ, but maybe they see something in me that I find unnoticeable. Just like my mother, maybe she feels as if she’s obligated to provide for me, but in my eyes, she does these things because she’s warm-hearted and caring. I never want to be without her, but when the time comes in which I do, I know what I’ve learned from her will remain in me.
Thursday, February 11, 2010
ACROSTIC POEM
Jumps out of my seat every chance I get
Anxiously awaiting for the school day to vanish.
More noisey than quiet
Arrogant at times
Innocent yet guilty.I plead my
Case. Queen of Queens
And Jack of all Ace.
Perhaps, I'm skillful with
A bad attitude, keep my friends
Laughing at the silly things I do.
Me, I'm different and unique in
Every way, I'm in love with sunshine. I hate
Rainy days.
Anxiously awaiting for the school day to vanish.
More noisey than quiet
Arrogant at times
Innocent yet guilty.I plead my
Case. Queen of Queens
And Jack of all Ace.
Perhaps, I'm skillful with
A bad attitude, keep my friends
Laughing at the silly things I do.
Me, I'm different and unique in
Every way, I'm in love with sunshine. I hate
Rainy days.
Wednesday, February 10, 2010
True or False??
I'm a huge fan of Michael jackson.
I'm currently dating only one guy.
I didn't come to school yesterday because I was sick.
I spend most of my time going to the club.
My favorite colors are yellow and blue.
I don't like to eat, but I do it just to survive.
At first, I found my naming very annoying.
I've been to juvenile more than three times.
I enjoy writing poems and I've already started on my first book.
I had fun working on this assignment.
I'm currently dating only one guy.
I didn't come to school yesterday because I was sick.
I spend most of my time going to the club.
My favorite colors are yellow and blue.
I don't like to eat, but I do it just to survive.
At first, I found my naming very annoying.
I've been to juvenile more than three times.
I enjoy writing poems and I've already started on my first book.
I had fun working on this assignment.
Things That Roll
wheels on a shopping cart
at a local Kroger store,
the boy who got mad at a soccer game
when his team didn't score
me waking up
from a very deep sleep,
the children's ball
rolling in the middle of the street
the rolling chair I sit in at school
the sleeping boy's head who sits beside me,
the table catching all his drool
my little labrador who wants me to rub his belly,
the employees serving all of the customers at the deli
at a local Kroger store,
the boy who got mad at a soccer game
when his team didn't score
me waking up
from a very deep sleep,
the children's ball
rolling in the middle of the street
the rolling chair I sit in at school
the sleeping boy's head who sits beside me,
the table catching all his drool
my little labrador who wants me to rub his belly,
the employees serving all of the customers at the deli
Thoughtful Alphabet
Aunte Brenda Can Dawg Everything: Fish, Greens, Ham...I Just Kept Laughing Myself Numb. Olives, Pickles, Quaker oats, Rum balls, Smacking Totally Unnoticeably, Vomiting While eXtinguishing Yummy Zukinis
Thursday, February 4, 2010
Friend to Me or Enemy?
Friends are people who exchange trust between one another.I don't have many friends, but there was one friend I'd known since the seventh grade.We always spent time together and went over each others' houses. More than best friends, we considered ourselves as "sisters". She was always fun to hang around and I felt that I could tell her everything.
Outside of the history we'd had, one paricular day the trust I instilled in her was depleted. Since she'd moved away and transferred schools, I had only seen her once or twice in two summers, causing us not to remain as close as we were.Somehow she reenrolled at the school where she previously attended, and where I currently attended, so we decided to renew our friendship.
At the beginning of the year, schedules were not yet completed so she and I were placed into the same teacher's room until later notice.Trying to reunite with other students and simultaneously ruin the "rep" I'd recieved at school, she relinguished some untrue information about me to some guys who sat at the same table with us. They believed her because she was supposed to be "my friend" and, they didn't think she would lie on me, especially about something this serious.
I became so upset that I cuould've laid her out in the blink of an eye-times like these make me wish I had super powers. Had it been true or not, she had no right to tell them, seeming that she was my friend.Friends wouldnt do what she'd done that day.I see her in the halls now-a-days. I may speak but in my mind I've isolated myself from her completely. She cant be trusted and if I was to tell her something, her jealousy may cause her to tell someone else. Friend to me? No, not any more....
Outside of the history we'd had, one paricular day the trust I instilled in her was depleted. Since she'd moved away and transferred schools, I had only seen her once or twice in two summers, causing us not to remain as close as we were.Somehow she reenrolled at the school where she previously attended, and where I currently attended, so we decided to renew our friendship.
At the beginning of the year, schedules were not yet completed so she and I were placed into the same teacher's room until later notice.Trying to reunite with other students and simultaneously ruin the "rep" I'd recieved at school, she relinguished some untrue information about me to some guys who sat at the same table with us. They believed her because she was supposed to be "my friend" and, they didn't think she would lie on me, especially about something this serious.
I became so upset that I cuould've laid her out in the blink of an eye-times like these make me wish I had super powers. Had it been true or not, she had no right to tell them, seeming that she was my friend.Friends wouldnt do what she'd done that day.I see her in the halls now-a-days. I may speak but in my mind I've isolated myself from her completely. She cant be trusted and if I was to tell her something, her jealousy may cause her to tell someone else. Friend to me? No, not any more....
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