week 3

so brigs put no post so im just gonna ramble.. DRAMA!!!!!!! thats all the seems to included with high school. even for the people who dont pay attention in class, dont do their homework, or dont even pass their classes they still have drama. in my almost four years of high school ive seen my own fair share of drama. but in the last year ive steped back a little bit and seen how different things can look when you yourself is not in it. ive stoped hanging out with alot of people from olympia b/c thats all this school seems to be. For example, one of the girls i used to hang out with that went to olympia moved here from pekin. we got along really well, now through some of our own fights we dont talk, but that doesnt mean i go around talking crap about her. i love her and always will.. she knows alot bout me and i know alot bout her and her boyfriend but that doesnt mean im going to go around and tell everybody everything i know. we dont talk anymore and thats that. but before she moved back to pekin, she had a sign put up on her locker saying what she sex the baby was. (if you couldnt tell shes pregnant.) and just before she moved somebody wrote "slut" all over it and colored over the words and ripped it down. i just dont understand how people can be so cruel. she had been with the father of her baby boy the whole time she was pregnant. they love each other and now have a beautiful 8lb 12 oz baby boy that was born on the 23rd.

week 2

Laying in bed, looking around but seeing nothing but black. Just the faint glow from the blinds of the street light below. Wanting to run and hide, wanting to be out of the dark. But too scared to move, to get up and even turn on the lights for comfort. Laying so quiet, not wanting to breath. Just to be invisible, not known that im there.
I pull the covers down slowly, barely moving as to not make a sound. Moving to the edge of the bed i take a sprinting start. And then there, im there, lights on and nothing in the room. All the fear gone.

Week 1

when we were little and in school the teachers would make us read poems and all kinds of poetry. it seemed like most of it rhymed and had a certain way to it. like same number of lines everytime and same number of words. just always seemed to have the same theme. but now that we are in high school and learning more things that are less basic we are told things totally different. in class brigs said that we will be writng poems soon, but he said nothey dont have to rhyme and no they dont have to be in a certain order.