Reflection

I knew that the day I had to do the same thing again that this class would have to give me things that were different and difficult. I mean it's not all that hard to write about a tree now or even study five things about an animal. But I the first real thought I had was that this class would be boring and a redo of my whole 6th grade year. I had just got into this school distract and I couldn't deal with the memories of my old friends for an entire year. But the class took a turn for land when we read the pearl and studied topics that could be the opposite of everyone elses. True there were hardships but also glory and then I went to the 8th grade. There I found that I was good at paint the picture and writing stories also that I suck at editing and spelling. Essays became less of little pitiful remarks and more of what was in the brain at the time. so I must say that I have learned too many things to count and that is all I wanted.

Suggestion Story (don't go to the story series!)

Alright this is a suggestion story meaning that people (you) will post suggestions and ideas for the rest of the story. I ask that the suggestions be appropriate and that you tell people to help out in this project. Also I can be forgetful but I'll try to post as fast as I can okay. the first suggestions should be for the name of the MC (main character) who is a spunky female that is has the powers of Death; suggestions for this girl's name, family history, and where she lives is needed.

Alright I will now state the full Name of the MC, Family History, and the Location in which she lives in.
Name: Annabelle Enya Scarlet(Anna for short)
Family history: Anna had ran from home only to nearly die (talk on that later), and then found out her family was murdered by the same person.
Location: she lives in (drum roll please)in a fiction place that is a crime filled mix of New York, London, and Las Vages called (another drum roll) Bane.

Rosie's veiw

That chicken neck girl is make fun again, and it stings so I sting right back. Her protecting that freak of a brother and making fun of me! No it won't be that way, no one makes me hurt and doesn't get it straight back. That girl is gonna pay for hurt my soul, she and her brother neither of them know a think abut what I have to go through. Neither of them know the people that make it hurt inside for me. They don't know me not at all.

Little Brown Toast

Brown and soggy you are
like master Yoda sunburned and wet
curling up to hide yourself
but soon enough your thoughts will end
when no one eats you my little bit of moldy toast
and you will land in the garbage can.
Face down and bottom flying high
my poor little bit of tanned moldy toast
do not cry for soon you will see
that tears only make you more shriveled and old.
Now goodbye my little brown piece of toast
you will not be forgot
as you survied the battle and the war
so now your scars will end with you in that big bin in the sky
goodbye my brown piece of toast.

deadly mist

The mist dances by
like a dancer in flowing gowns
seducing those with teasing touches
as it's hand slowly climbs higher
holding poison to drop upon you
but soon you see a light ahead
and leave the mist to shrivel and die
so hear this light bit of advice
do not go out without a light
for is you do you will get caught
in the trap of the beast called the mist.

Freezing a Devil

It had been a normal day, my dear big brother making fun of me from my floral dress, to my small/shortness, to my blond curly locks. Using the unique names of pickle and stupid as bawls filled the cold air; it was nearing the snow of winter when I made my move like a sly fox. Unknowing to everyone that today was different; today I showed to my big brother that I wasn’t a wimp.
We had driven to an old pond with family; I was unsure why but went along with it. As I looked over the dying flowers and hunted for a fox, Colin ran ahead want to get attention from our caring grandmother. I stayed back closer to the adults, and picked at my dress wondering why my mother had stuffed me in it when the pattern looked so much like my bean bag. The giants stopped watching Colin and me to talk among themselves about things that I didn’t really care about, but I eavesdropped in anyway. After and few minutes of dealing with the old and boring people I decided to go closer towards the pond up ahead, where my brother had taken residents for the time being, most likely terrorizing fish.
At the start silent march felt forever as if I would never reach him. But soon his backside was right in front of me and I had an urge to repay him for the names and torment he had inflected, so I pushed my older brother Colin into the depths of the icing over pond. The adults had just turned to see me do this nasty deed, rushed towards my brother, with me grinning like a devil, and helped my thoroughly soaked brother out of the freezing water and into harsh early winter wind. Colin was ticked off not only at me but everyone for laughing the incident off later like I was an angle that had just made a tiny mistake. When asked about why I did what I did the only answer they got was that I had seen older kids do the same thing at the pool in summer time which was true, but what they didn’t know that I had just followed my urge to return the suffering my brother had made me go through back to him, and it felt great to do just that.

Deaths Word

"Come one come all, come see circus fun!" "You sir are a low life money grabbing boar!" "Some flowers missy?” all said right before death, how boringly normal. I scrutinize them daily, waiting for one to stop poking the fire before it swallows them yet they never seem to. It makes me give pity to those fools who believe they run from fate yet are jumping right in my grasp, like the pearls on my neck. Rarely has one impressed me, most are so boring it's saddening, for as life goes on and on they just fall and fall. Pity does nothing to stop them on makes them stronger to act on impulse, but that’s why we are here. My family and I have stacked this earth and continued to bring the most scaring thing to humans’ lives, to hopefully off of our path. Because I am Death.

Sleepy Snow Day

Who knew that on the one day we wished happen that there would never be a yell or scream, but quite, a sweet noiseless day. Mother cooked, Father shoveled, brother fell asleep, and my own sweet sister left for her friends keep. While I did nearly nothing but rest and watch the snow thrash the houses, except for the tiny bit I did to keep the cold away, running to sweat off fat that kept my body much too warm in this frosty winter day. No hot chocolate, thawing, or fire but we did get a call that lit a sting of memories for hire. So all in all there was no 'snow day fun' for I didn't see one person intell one.