Pickle Story!

As a golden luster light shined in my lime green eyes as my shiny lush green body shined. The first thought was "how is life like to be the pickle?". A dark ink shadow overcasts me. As a wrinkled hand yanked me out of the stem of my pickle plant home. As I was thrown aggressively into a wooden bamboo basket I saw other pickles like myself from the PicklePicklePickle plant or the Big Pickle or Pickletania. A large range of pickles stated of where they where born and how much water they got and the horror of the old wrinkled unhygienic farmers.
As I peek trough a crack in the thin weaved wood as far as I can see a colossal range of lush green pickle plants enjoying the golden sun. As more farmers i could hear the faint screams of other pickles getting picked. As we get through into a large box I can hear a sharp "!crack!" from the pickles on the bottom getting broken to bits. As the cardboard box closed with a loud sealing of duct tape I dozed off to sleep.

As days and days passed by it seemed like months years... then a forceful breeze of fresh clean air swooped into the brown box. As I see a person with a shiny hard like yellow cap he cautiously looks around and grabs a pickle. A pickle right beside me was picked one row in from of me. As the little pickle screams in terror vibrant lime green liquids ooze out of the bite mark. As the despicable violent human bites the lower part of the young pickle the pickle shrieks in pain. Then it is silent and the pickle is gone. As the human rubs his tongue on the remaining pickle blood on his mouth he reached for second one. His hand moved right to me. As a loud yell echoed through the factory the person didn't grab me he them put the box on a moving device.

As steel mechanical hands grab the box and takes it away my mind boggles with wonder. " Why am i here?, will i die in this box? , where am I now?, will other humans eat me?" Then a sudden shock wave could be felt by every pickle. Like the Titanic everything swayed . Pickles collided into each other and slammed into the cardboard walls. After bruised and punctures where on pickles. The impact caused half of them to die. But not me... I was determined to get out of this hellhole. As I and other conscious pickles where thrown on this black plastic smelling moving device mist like water droplets sprayed me and other pickles. As I passed we where dropped into a big silver bowl filled with vinegar and salt plus other chemical and nasty related substances witch I can't explain. But the only thing was that it was like acid rain. The smell was like a sour peach on a blazing July morning. As other fellow troupes of what I call " pickle resistance" mostly are wiped out. Only me and twenty other pickles. As I was then picked up and tossed around. I hit other dead pickles. Then twelve pickles are put into a jar. I am put into it. As a roller comes and labels the jar this is continued with other pickles too. As sour juice is filled with dill ,garlic chunks and of course pickles. As i could peek thought the crystal glass jar we then where put into a box and shipped to Texas. As the box again was sealed and stored away I was within it.


In the box was moved from side to side glasses filled with alive and dead pickles clanged and collided with each other. As from hour to hour it was continually a rhythm of noise. Then one day after those dark hours light peeked in through the box. As people with blue vest with a sunshine logo with a white name tag that said Wal- Mart. As the people picked each pickle jar and put them us on neatly on a shelve. Our price was ranged at $ 9.00. As we where shaken and stirred. Everything was then still. As living pickles tried to recovered mores died. As I still survive I slowly drink the disgusting green liquid that a little fraction of water. My main routine was...


6:00 am watch people scurry by to grab the best deal

Until 3:00 pm I watch a clerk sort out some things on the selves

At 6:00pm I watch the lights dim down

At 9:00pm Watch all of the workers walk out of Wal-Mart and shut down the energy and Wal -

Mart is then closed.

At 10:00pm I go to sleep

As this routine keep on passing by I wished not to die in this lifeless jar but to see other things outside of this rollback prices store.
Then one day my luck changed. As a clerk came up the the pickle section and crossed out the regular price ( $9.00) to ( 99 cents). My pickle slime heart skipped five beats as I observed this beautiful sale. As the sliding doors opened everyone rushed in and started grabbing pickles off the shelf like wild piranhas. As my jar got snatched I was ran to the till ( by a human) and was bought. As I was put into a groceries bag I was driven home to the so called fridge. As I was sorted and put into the cold bright machine. As other prisoned vegetables where in here I felt I was at home. We introduced out names I was Pickle, the bright orange carrots name was Carrot Top, The dark zucchini was named Zuc, Celery was named Lery, and the three peppers Green, Red and Yellow. They all told me how they got here carrot was freshed picked from the garden, Zuc was bought from Quality Greens, Lery was given from a friend and the three peppers where bought in an Italian spice store.

As there was a rumour stirred that there was a barbecue today it legend tells that meat from a cow is fried with zucchini and peppers. Which The three peppers and zucchini shook their heads in despair and supposedly I was used to put on so called hamburgers and Lery is used to put in a salad on to make him and Carrot Top more " tasty" with glazed salad sauce. As everyone shook their heads it was the time. Mumbles of English words could be heard as we where selected one buy one. The three peppers red, yellow and green following with zucchini was chopped up and put on the head broiled grill. As then Lery and carrot Top was diced and put into a salad with almonds and sweet raspberry sauce. As I was pulled out I screamed and yelled I watched helplessly as the dead lifeless pickles where sliced with a Chinese veggie cutting knife. They where then put on a plate and displayed on the table waiting to be eaten . As a little kid skipped along and ate a pickle. His freckles with his orange hair scared me. I felt helpless all lonely and depressed. As he grabbed for me I slipped out of his dirty greasy hands. As I was repeatedly picked up again and stabbed with a toothpick. As green slime oozed out of myself I closed my eyes as memories flashed before me. My fellow pickles where where they?, why could I not be a pickle. As more and more thoughts swirled in my head i was motionless. The only thing i could hear was a loud crunch. i couldn't scream I knew I was done for. So this is a life of a pickle....

The person at the bus stop....

As the sun is beaming across the beach i am making a sand castles. The sand was wet but the sun sucked all of the water out so the sand would stay toeather. My heart was filled with joy as i skipped to the bus stop. A person with a white hokey mask was holding it with a big hokey bag. As I ask of what it was for he said it was for an action. I entered the bus. My sandles where covered with sand as i left a trail behind. As I sit on the leather transit seat I wait and doze off.

An image of this white blur was staring at a person. With a some type of wepon in the objects hand. Suddenly a red water type image splatted all over and a fain scream could be heard. I wake up in sudden amusement i was still here and also i was at the bus stop! So i walked off the bus. I strolled to my little house three blocks down from the bus stop. I enter the pavement enterance of my house and retrieved the keys from my backpack. My mom and dad where at work on a Sunday afternoon which was weird but we where saving up for a cruise. So i enter the aprentance and sit on the couch. I turn on the TV and watch Mad TV I laugh and chuckle a bit. It was suddenly 9:00pm so I microwave a little serving bow of frozen lasagna and eat it while on the couch. The door bell suddenly rang " ding- dong" I opened up the door and a door impact hit my face. I was knocked out cold... for now...

As i woke up a white blur could be seen in the living room as I open my eyes to a person wearing a white old fashioned golie mask with little holes in it. As i examine some more i see he has a macheti in his hand dripping with blood. Is i examined myself my arm has a bleeding wound.Itry to mumble and scream for help but i am parilized everywhere with a kind of herb or something as the white mask person breaths heavily on my face. I see him pull out the blade and cut. The only things that was in my mind was that that person was from the bus stop. The white mask was him.... I am dead now... what will my faimily think...

Mystery In Doll Creek..

As I swiftly run by the aged vined trees my heart feels like it is going to explode. As my shoes pace in a fast motion I run faster and faster.... to take the shortcut.... The trees seem like to turn every way I ran. The snapping sounds of branches and twigs flew all over the mud covered area. I could feel sweat dripping down my face. I come to this ancient like shack. Finally I thought a place to drift away to take a few breaths.... So I cautiously walk on the small rotted deck I open the door. I look around, hairy spiders and slimy bark crickets scatter in the dark corners as I enter. I look around the area of the shack itself. I am fascinated by how the spider webs could withstand the conditions in here... I guess it was just perfect... I look around some more. A piece of paper catches my eye. I open the crimped paper and read.

" Dear reader, If you are reading this you are at the wrong place at the wrong time"
I paused and look around and nothing seemed to be wrong. So i kept on reading...
" This shack was built in 1697... This shack was used for spiritual sessions... for black magic..."
I scanned everything and looked on the floor a white mark suddenly showed. I swept all of the dust on the wood floor and saw a white five pointed star surrounding me. I kept on reading
" If you find this letter you are lucky but in danger.... This forest Is called Doll creek that is because dolls are hanged and nailed into trees. You will still see them today but all of them will look more.... aged... Once you are done reading this letter leave it and run as far away from it... run back to where you came from. You will have to head back when the sun is still shining. But when it is the night be on high precaution for the dolls..... Take this candle and a a five matches... I wish you well..."
The rest was smudged I couldn't read it. Suddenly a chilling shiver came down my spine. It was almost like ice running down my back. I grab the candle and five matches and scuryed out of the creepy shack. As i keep on running I come to a sign. It read " high precaution... for the spirit..."
I was getting more confused with each step i took questions popped in my head like " who was the person that wrote the letter?, what would happened if I don't get out of the forest in time in the day?, what time is it?, how long can I withstand all of this, will I ever see my family again? My mind suddenly erased like a computer infected a virus. I ran past the sign and kept on going. As I felt the hot humid day past me into a freezing dark ink night i knew that i was to late. As I light the honey bee wax candle I keep on running. As minute by minute pasted I could feel the energy from the candle comfort me The wax dripped on my pants and hands. it felt like rubbery yellow raindrops.
Is I come to a swamp I look around. Dolls and figurines are strapped to the trees. I look in fear like a heat wave coming toward me. All of the dolls eyes are closed. I look at one side there eyes suddenly open. As I look to the other surrounding dolls there heads turn and look at me again. I feel a sharp tug on my leg i leap into the muddy creek. My whole body is glazed with mud. I am slowly sinking into the dark water. As my mouth fills with dead leaves and other substances my windpipe gets clogged. It feels like a stinging suffocating sensation. As i slowly close my eyes My mind goes blank. My whole body feels numb. i slowly die in the mud...
As i remember of how i was in the forest I lost my friend she want home so i took a shortcut. So now i am a mystery... A mystery in Doll creek... I am now apart of the dolls....

My awesome friends

Friends are like treasure. Each friend has a specific special meaning to me here are some of them...
Ryan: I met him in grade 3. He was the main techy in my life but now in grade 7 he is like a sleeping lazy person.. He helped me of whats the newest game system and multiple more things. He has a layed back nature. Like what ever happens happens.

Another friend is Kassi. I remember when she was in my class. Me and her where like the main two funny people. I met her in grade four. She helped me with homework and other things.
Whenever something was serious she was serious but the rest of the time she was carefree and joyful.

My third friend is Francis. He was pretty popular. He hung out with seth and his other fellow friends. I met him in grade six. He was always the joker. He made everything funny when everything was gloomy. He was the guy who you could walk to and just talk abotu random topics every day.

My fourth friend is Emilie. I met her in grade five. She was always laughing. She also had a flare for fashion

to be continued....

My orchid

As I walk into Home Depot Turn into the plant section. As I look for the orchids I spot them. Colors of violet, snow white, sun yellow and pink outshone the vague colors of green leaves. I carefully look at each individual orchids leaves and flowers. Just to make sure they are in tip top condition. As I got to the very last one it was the one. It was a golden yellow pedals marked with little pink dots. Like as if it was like butterfly wings. I examined the lush green leaves in case of any damage. Nothing was damaged. I quickly swiped this masterpiece and took it to the till. I pulled a twenty dollar bill out of my canucks wallet and shoved it into the self-service till. I skipped into my grandmas blue lapis toyota sports car and lounged in the front seat. And she drove me to my house.

We arrived with the aroma of terriaki steak and other finger licking things. My mom greeted me and grandma in and we ate. My grandma ate Tofu and some rice ( since she is a vedgaterian). I also ate tofu with rice but with some terriaki drizzled on the top. As I ate every single bite the sauce just melted down my troght. After that i helped my dad clean the dishes.

I ran down the stairs and started to look for the perfect place that provides lots of sun. As i looked i saw the perfect place! It was right near my lamp. So i placed it there and rearanged it multiple times until it was right. It was put on a really flat surface rock. Then under that i put a statue under it. It looked like as if the orchid was covering the statue like an unbrella. So then put my finger one inch into the ground. It was moist like a rain forrest. ( witch isn't good). So I left it. I then pullued up the blinds and left the rays of sun soak into the orchid.
Now it is my orchid.

Glen Abby Street....

The place where i live now.... I remember when i moved here when i was seven years old young and confused little child..... My house was 2 floors the first floor was the main entrance then i had my own room and my brothers room was right beside mine. Every day i could hear him crank up the radio and wake up. Honestly i wanted to sleep in. The 2 floor is where my family meets. The dining room is right in the living room while the kitchen is in a separate room. my mom and dads room was on it to. My sisters room was n the 2 floor right beside my dads office. I lived 7 blocks down from the GMS school. So i could walk 2 minites then I get to school. Lets just say my neighbor hood was pretty boring there where no friends I could walk to. But on top of that I sure had some fun times...

I remember when I got my first long board and crashed into the stop sign across from my house. Beside the stop sign there was a big field. It looked like a big grassy bowl. I remember in the winter time I went on my sleg and zoomed down the dowm hill. There was a little stream that came out a tube. I think it was a sewage pipe..... There was lots of weeds and worms there. I remember we used to get worms and feed them the the colossal ant hill. One time I was feeding the worm to the ants and the ants covered my legs. I screamed and shook all of them off. I remember in the mailbox i almost slammed my hand in the little steel door. The most dangerest place in my life is the field where the sewage is. There is like people who do bad things ( if you know what i mean) That was some of the things outside of my house. I my backyard.

In my backyard I had a herb garden. I can remember the aroma of the 4 chives ( a different type of onions),also 2 garlic chive bunches ( called chinnese chives, is like garlic but in stems), and then a little bush of italian parsley, then the sweet smell of lettuce basil, also some 3 green onion bulbs ( witch is still growing). That was the only place where everything was quiet. When i s melled the aroma of the masterpiece i could image all the work from the prosses of making the box to planting the herbs and carring for them. Wattering them every 2 day. This is where I could drain all of my thoughts of life out and absorb the nature of growth and peacefulness. Anything in the little box garden made everything work to geather. it was like my garden was filled with diversity. All the ants worked togeather and ate the afids and the worms made the soil richer. The spiders trapped the pesty insects to keep my garden tip top shape. I didn't use and pesticides so that the bugs would live in a different place. I wanted them to help my garden flurish. And also amke me happy. That was my favorite place ever. To just to be me.
That was some of my memories.... of where I lived.....

My Mom is way better than you're mom!

It was one boiling afternoon school day. The bells rang and kids started to storm out of the little aged doors. I was going into the bus to get home. One of my friends Timmysat beside me in the front row. We where both silent until i mentioned that subject " My mom is better then you're mom....

" My mom is better than you're mom!" Timmy screamed.
I replied with a high pitch scream " No my mom powns!"
Timmy then put his hands on his hips and replied " phhh! How is you're mom better than my mom?"
I hastily replied " well she owns the famous mountain called Mt. Everest!
Timmy argued " well my mom owns the Eiffel Tower!"
I said " well my mom has the most energy efficient house! The electricity runs on solar energy from the sun! Also it is Japanese designed, You gotta respect the Japanese!"
Timmy bellowed " well my moms house is beside the sea shore she has a water purifier that makes the water so healthy it is the rarest water on earth!"
I rolled my eyes and said " is that all you got for you're moms house? Well my mom makes the best Chinese Stir Fry ever her ingredients are freshly imported from China itself! It is known all around the world that the Barrack Obama flew in a jet to Canada to taste it!

Timmy grained and replied " Chinese stir fry? Well my mom makes the most delicious Italian spaghetti in the world that the Italian president gave her $2300 in Canadian cash!" he then sipped on his water bottle.

I shook my head in disagreement and replied " well that is just Italy! China is twenty sizes humongous than petite Italy! My mom has been to the only three blow wholes in the whole entire world Australia, Mexico and Hawaii!"

Timmy then sprayed the water on the cement ground. He then bosted " My mom is a Blue belt in karate!"

I then laughed in amusement and said " A blue belt? Well my mom is a black belt! She has been to Japan to compete in the world wide finals! Let me spell it for you! W O R L D F I N A L S !

Timmy looked in his backpack and pulled out a Mothers Day card and waved it in my face and bragingly said " Well mothers day is comming up and i already made a card!" He revieled a rainbow card saying happy mothers day.

I then opened my iphone and then showed the slideshow i mad. I exclaimed" technolgy is the new thing! This slideshow is the 2010 generation!"

The bus then stopped at the stop and Timmy went out of his chair and got his backpack and grumbled and murmered.

I grinned and thought to myself " hahaha, my mom is way better than you."

Random words of Girs life...

It was a blazing sunny afternoon and Gir was on a boat with his Scooby-doo fishing rod with a silver- tip hook. He suddenly felt a tug. He yanked and pulled then a sea trout landed in the small boat. The fish flopped and jumped until it was hit with a club with accurate accuracy. He then rowed to the research lab and put the dead fish in the colossal fish tank. Gir screamed in the ancient Russian language and shoved a piece of stride gum in the little fishes mouth. He then grabbed the fish and took it to the TV room. The fish was put in a invisible water jug and Gir sat on the couch listening to the Symphony Orchestra. Gir ate the over buttered popcorn with greed. Gir then jumped into his steam powered Eco-friendly lime green smart car and came back with a meat lover pizza with anchovies sauce. Then Gir put the fish into a self- destroying chamber and put on his 3-D movie glasses. Gir pressed the button and dipped a piece of pizza in the anchovies sauce and was silent. The chamber suddenly flashed with wavering light. Gir laughed with evilness and glee. He skipped to the chamber and got the fried trout and threw it in the garbage. After Gir finished his pizza and starts to sob and wail. He then read the new gossip magazine for dummies and cried some more. He dozed off on the couch.

The next unpredictable day.....
The next day Gir was strolling down the crowded Tokyo like street. He skipped into a wierd vodo shop. He looked in awe as the stitched dolls started in every direction.He laughed and chuckled and grabbed all the souless dolls and bought them. Since the doll where $50 each it didn't seem that inexpensive to him. So he stuffed all of the dolls and drove home. He brought each vodo doll in the TV room. He placed the creppy dolls on the couch. Gir then jumped on top of them and watched TV. Ding Dong! the bell rang. Gir skipped to the melody of the sound. He them opened the door to see a little girl holding a box of girl guide cookies and shyly said " excuse me sir would you like to buy some chocolate chip cookies?" Gir replied " yes how much?"
The girl said " $10 " Gir ran to the crowded kitchen covered with mo-sho chinnese take out boxes and grabed a 10 dollar bill off the ground and folded it into a paper airplane. He trough the plane to the door and grabbed the cookies. He ran back to the TV room and played Tea House with one of the vodo dolls called Veronica. He talked to the lifeless doll and poured some water in the tea cup. He then focefed the doll one of the cookies until the mouth of the doll until cotton started spewing out of it. Gir then sat civilized and mature and put his pinky up and drank his tea. He then ate the whole box of chocolate chip cookies. He then started to cry like a little baby.

He then stopped and thought of an idea. " I should make waffles!!!!"

One cup of Coco.

It was a winter evening outside and white snowflakes fell like leaves on an Autumn day. I could feel the snow hit my face like pieces of sand whipping at my face. The cold temperature made face turn cherry red. I was watching my brother and sister sledding down a hill. The sky slowly turned pitch black and stars started to poke out of the darkness. It was time to go home. Time to have a cup of hot chocolate. I shouted to my brother and sister to start heading home. To be honest my skin felt like it was turning purple. So I ran home with my brother and sister in pursuit.

As I slammed the garage door I felt the warm fireplace heat. My face felt like it was starting to melt form the ice chilling snow. I ran up the stairs waiting for the cup of goodness. As i ran closer to the kitchen i could smell the aroma of baked cookies and hot chocolate. There where two kinds of hot chocolate White and and the classic chocolate. Of course I chose white chocolate. As my mom place a plate of five of those pre-made winter cookies. All you have to do is put the dough n the oven and let them cook for about ten minutes. All my mind could think about is that white cup of white coco. And that's when it happened.......

So I greedily chugged the cup of chocolate and my tongue started to feel a sharp pain of a hundred degree like burning sensation on my tongue. I shrieked in pain like thousand hornets all stinging at once. I then sharply tipped the innocent cup on its side. I could see the burning white liquid pouring on the ground like a waterfall. I was to busy to clean it up. While that happened I was running around the little area of the kitchen like a headless chicken. I was repeatedly fanning my tongue. So I ran to the sink and started to chug down the ice cold water.

So for the rest of the night I slowly ate my cookies. The cookies felt like rock. They still tasted good but hard. I started to form little air bubbles in my tongue. I remade another cup of white coco. This time i let the cup cool in the fridge until cool temperature. I could hear my brother and sister laughing in the living room. My mind felt humiliated and stressed. Thanks to one cup of coco.....

Little Tree

Once there was a tree named Gir he was a pondarosa tree, his lush green needles shaded parts of grass. He was tall and mighty and could see the whole entire world with his height. At least that he thought. To be honest Gir was puny and small his height was 30cm tall and was called names like Puny, little tree, Pondyi and stick. Gir was surrounded by big humongous trees 20 feet tall and five feet wide. He was always sad. His only friend was Tim he was about the same size as Gir and was Girs only person to talk to.



The only thing that kept Gir happy was the melody of the mixed birds in the hot sun day. The only thing he did was just to stand up straight and breath in the carbon dioxide. He didn't get that much Co2 because all the big trees would absorb all of that carbon dioxide goodness.



When it was night time everything was dead only the faint sound of crickets could be heard and the dark night made the forest go pitch black. The only light in the forest was the white shinning stars lit up the sky. When morning came it was like life came back the birds started chirping and the sun shone with vibrate colours of red orange, a hint of pink and yellow.



Today was the same thing I get teased by trees, get only little carbon, and hear the birds chirp there beautiful song of melodies. but nothing like that happened..... The trees where quiet and didn't tease me, the birds song didn't play the whole world felt like it was dead until I heard a loud shriek across the forest. The trees mumbled and talked in wonder of what is was. Then the word came to me and Tim. There was a bug that would suck the life out of you. This deadly bug was called the pine beetle.



Today I was on high alert. Everyone was.... I didn't fall to sleep and didn't eat y daily carbon I didn't want to let my guard down. On the other hand Tim the tree was carefree and happy. He started making jokes like " how did the Pine beetle tried to eat us? To quench the beetles appetite!" He laughed and talked to me a to a long time. Until the night he was out like a tree drinking to much rain water. My branches started to stiffen from the intense lookout of the pine beetle. My mind just shut down.



The next day I was refreshed and ready to look for the ink black beetle. I looked to my side where Tim is placed. His branches where crimson red and his bark was oozing with yellow sap. He wasn't well. Tim's voice was faint and crinkled. He slowly said " hey Gir i th think i have the beetle in me... well i hope you don't get it...." Tim was then quiet with no response. My branches felt like it was chopped and sawed in a million pieces. My only friend in the whole in tire life was gone.



Day by day more trees died from the beetle virus. The daily fly news was how the beetle was spreading like a forest fire. Lots of fellow acquaintance trees died with this beetle and by the month. My mind was always focused on how the beetle would get me in my sleep then probably by the next day.I can tell by when my trunk starts to seep with sun yellow sap and when my branches start to stiffen also with the side affect of dehydration. I feel then a sharp pain in my left side branches then only about ten little pine cones fall. I also have multiple nightmares of the black bettles digging in my trunk then suck the sap out of me and then create million passages of wholes. Then i think that the bettle hasn't got me but then slowly devour me and by the next day me little body couldn't withstand the ozzing stress of the sap flow. Then by the day when i doze to sleep i can only see black and then my mind disconnects from me. Then i never wake up. This felling just gives me the shivers.

When month by year by day only a few hundred trees survived. Some still had the beetle in them and the ground was covered with red needles and broken branches. Then one week later a colossal over casted me. I looked up and animal that had a yellow shell on it's head wearing a bright yellow and orange suit. My pine needles stood up straight like a bamboo branch. I tried not to make and movements. As the strange looking animals marched in with shiny sharp devices that chopped down the dead trees and parts. Then after a few hours later a loud roar could be overheard from the hillside. As i tried to look another strange thing came. It had four ink circular bottom that made the device move with a clear transparent wall that also had a tube spewing out black smoke. Then the device stopped. I was relieved that it wouldn't crush me into twigs. While the strange yellow capped animals heaved pieces of dead infected trees into a silver square container I was planted to the ground and watched [ hey, I am a tree I can't walk i just stand and watch!] As another few hours came part of the forest around me was spotless. Then the animal striped yellow and orange suit yanked out Tim before you could say " Ponderosa". I was fascinated by this animals straight to pull my lifeless friend out. I was hopeless just standing here all alone.


As I was locked to the ground I experienced nothing special only the fact was that I was the only survivor in this gloomy forest. Then days and months came by. Waiting, waiting , waiting for something to happen.

I woke up to the sound of the language so called English. My mind was boggled at the sight. Two animals dressed in human like clothes carried sacks of materials. As they dropped the two sacks they started to dig in the ground. I was watching in wonder of what they where doing? Then i saw them put little baby ponderosa seeds in the moist ground. It was such a sight to behold. As few minutes go by a seed is planted near me. I was trying to make my needles not fall from the hot dessert like ground they poured some water on me and the fellow seedlings. My tree branches wanted to move in thanks of the liquid but i couldn't my mind was to busy on other things.

Year by year The seedlings grow between each marked stick row on row. As i watched the seeds to becoming little trees like me i grow bigger better. Stronger. Now I am one of the old wise trees with many stories to share. But which story should i tell next?

With the courage i had to endure the pine beetle and the determination to not give up I am one happy big tree.

Sayings

One often meets his destiny,
On the road he takes to avoid it.


You're mind is like water,
When it is adgitated, it becomes difficult to see,
But if you allow it to settle the answer becomes clear.

Spider Web Lesson

The first thing of what people think of spiders are that they are the most ugly and horrible creatures on the earth. I don't. Every time i sees a spider i smile and i get hypnotized by the transparent silky strands of the spiders work.

One hot Friday I was walking home from a stressful middle school day and I decided to sit on my back patio steps. So i sat on the white painted stair step and a little speck of yellow caught my eyes. I was curious to see what it was. I was startled from the creature but in a few seconds later i realized that if i just sat and analyzed the petite creature i was actually really calm. It's sand yellow body was practically covered by crimson red dots. Then i looked at the web. It was a sight to be untold. The webs reflected light of the diamond like webs. To take that into perspective i think that a spider is like an artist. When it slowly makes the web it looks like nothing only a long piece of tread. But when the web is finished it looks like a masterpiece. Imagine the hard work and dedication to start and finish the web? It is like someone building a house of their dreams. The web provides shelter, food and a place to call home. Sometimes when a spiders web is torn or broken it breaks my heart into a billion pieces like glass. Our home as humans provide shelter, entertainment, a place to feel enlightened.



It gets me furious when a person steps or tortures the innocent spider to death. When people see a spider they kill it. If you think of killing it tell yourself this " What has this spider done to me?" This is human nature. We humans do things immediately. Sometimes we just have to take a step back from the outside of ourselves and look deep into ourselves and ask "Why am i doing this? Do i really want to do this?" This is being one with ourselves. If we take this wisdom and take it to perspective we will be more of our inner selves.

Another thing when I mentioned how spiders are ugly and gross it is judging other living beings.
Even in my everyday life i see this happen to innocent people at for example my school middle school GMS. Everyday I walk to school so happy. Then one person comes up to me and says rude comments like i am gay or other things. When i think of that i say " why did they have to say that? Do they notice that they are hurting other people?" It gets me furious. It is unfortunate that people have to say such unhealthy comments. Sometimes they hang around the wrong people and get poisoned by the popularity and gossip that they think they are so cool and preppy but they are not. Regular people are because they are their selves they don't act the same way they are unique. But the so called " cool" people act the same being nasty, gossiping, not being themselves, buying the most popular things, and having a boyfriend or a girl friend. Most of the time when the "they think they are cool people" do these thing cus they are sad and scared if they change. The kids that get picked on or struggle are the popular ones because they are themselves, not afraid to show what they are truely. In middle school everyone is rushing to find where they truly belong.



So when you see a spider treat it with compassion don't treat it with disrespect and hatered. You can admire what it has done. Nurture the spider by honering how you are you're self. Because everyday treat it like it is the last day in you're life! Diversity is the key to enlightment and peace. If we follow this path we will be more understanding of who we are. This it called the Spider Web Lesson.

Gir

Name: Gir

Characteristic: He is really loud and wears a suit[ seen on page]. He is a robot. He doesn't listen to anyone.Does what he wants. He chases tacos. [ for some reason if he doesn't eat a taco he explodes]

Friends: Dogs, weird pig that sits, and a pet bee that he had on his head once. Zim is his master so he obeys every command.... well maybe not every command.

Memorable moments: Zim is talking about how to destroy the human race with Gir. The kitchen oven timer goes off and Gir runs off yelling ' MY TOQUITOS!!!!!!"

Hobbies: Likes watching a TV series "Evil Monkey" Loves making waffles puts soap in the waffles.

Peace is every Step

Peace is every step.
The shining red sun is in my heart.
Each flower smiles with me.
How green, how fresh all that grows.
How cool the winds blows.
Peace is every step.
It turns the endless path to joy.....

Scaredy Student

Warning: Read at you're own risk! Side effects may cause headache, dehydration, heart attack, hearing loss, poisoning, suicide, and a chance that a piano might land on you're head. Remember to wash you're hands 1000 times with organic honey coated soap. [ It is the best treatment!]
Once there was a middle school student named Jordie. Lets just say that he was paranoid of everything here was some of his fears..... Looking up, a gas chamber classroom, economy drooping, nuke bombings, food poisoning, chopsticks, knifes, ninja stars, big books, gym teachers, teddy bears, time, being touched, long words, smiles, large apartment buildings, school tests, finding a penny, hair loss, assassins, deep water depts, magazines, washrooms, dust bunnys, bugs and tons of other things.

It was a hot spring Monday where the buses where speeding by to get to the schools. Joride was walking to school [ which was like a two minute walk] when a shiny black ink beetle was crossing slowly the cracked gray aged sidewalk. Jordie freaked in terror and slowly walked around the little creature. After he passes the beetle Jordie ran to school the rest of the walking distance. He opened the door and walked in the school after he sanitized his hands with strawberry pink scented soap. Everyone was staring at him. Since he had no friends in this awkward school he was okay with it. He was always on guard. He never let his guard down. He speed walked to his locker and opened up his backpack in his backpack was a.... pair of binoculars, translator device, b-b gun, first aid kit, flashlight, portable metal lunch kit, bandages , paper, iPhone, food poison finder, fifty dollars, a jack knife, how to get out of awkward situations book for dummies, granola bars [ almond flavor] because he is allergic to peanuts and a Chocolat anime book number eight. Jordies schedule for the day was....

• 8:00 wake up in moring
• 8:10 look for dust bunnies under his bed
• 8:21 eat breakfast
• 8 :29 walk to school
• 8:31 go to locker
• 8:32 Wait for school to start
• 9:00 school starts
• until 3:15 endure each class
• 3:17 walk home
• 3:20 play on his Netbook
• 4:00 watch the house
• 6:00 eat dinner
• 7:00 go to sleep

One of Jordies main fears was crowded hallways in the school. So when it was two minutes before transition he asked to go for the washroom and went to the next class. This phobia started when Jordie was six years old when he was in grade one. He was walking down the hall when a swab of grade five elementary kids ran down the hall to go outside. Jordie was scared like a person in a movie called Saw 3. Jordie was wiped out before he could run for cover under the wooden desk. Soon he was in the medic room in the school. That was how it all started.

The day after the school Jordie followed his daily routine and went to school. Jordie was pretty sleepy today so he didn't pack his important things . All he had was his binder and his lunch kit. He walked to the hall and he saw people walking down the hall. He immediately looked in his backpack for his safety devices but nothing was in there. He was on his own. He walked down the hall and wasn't that scared anymore. He had finally faced his fears. Now his schedule is different.

• 8:00 wake up
• 8:10look for dust bunnies under bed
• 8:21 eat breakfast
• 8:29 go to school
• 8:30 hang out with friends
• 9:00 walk to class with crowded hallways
• until 3:15 endure classes
• 4:00 chat with friends
• 5:00 watch TV
• 6:00 eat dinner
• 7:00 chat with friends on Facebook
• 8:30 go to bed

Now that Jordie has no more fears to worry about he is worry free! Remember after you read this book wash you're hands with organic honey soap. Now that he isn't scared anymore he is now all better. Every day he walks to school he doesn't have to worry.

When should youth be allowed to drive?

Young drivers can be dangerous. Did you know that seven percent of the driving population is young people? Added with that fourteen percent of driving accidents are caused from young drivers! Imagine you driving the car of you're dreams a new driver having the most happiest time of you're life.... Then you suddenly get struck on the passengers side of the car. You suddenly panic and lose control. Imagine the sorrow that people have to go through. I know that in 1999 the price for one death in a vehicle crash was $970,000 and for an injury was $35,000. That money could be used for medical supplies or helping repair roads or clean the water in the lakes and even plant more trees to help the environment. What if we could stop the young driving accidents?

Well to start with i think that one of the ages that would fail at driving is fourteen because 1# because they might not be able to afford the prices of the car insurance or the gas. The only way you would be able to get the money is to get the money yourself by getting a job or you could get a cash full of money from you're mom and dad if you did tons of complaining or crying . But that would be ridiculous because you wouldn't know how to save you're money or at least work for it! My 2# reason is that they would be to busy texting their friends or talking on their new iPhone [ witch would be illegal]! Then it would cause a injury or their life if they crashed. Plus adding to that they might be doing drugs witch they shouldn't be doing anyway and their parents don't even care about them. And with all the dope or all that drug crap they would loose focus instantly.

I think the age that might progress in driving a car is sixteen. Reason number 1# is that they probably might have a job to pay for the car. They would need a car to go to school if the parents don't like driving them to school. Reason 2# is that they would be more mature and trusting to study for the car testing exams or drive to places to get for example like groceries or pick their parents from work. Reason 3# is that they could be more independent to go to the mall to shop or go to the movie theater with their friends. Reason 4# is that it would teach the new driver how to handle car finances and difficulties of owning a car.


The winning age that would be able to drive is eighteen. One reason is that they probably have enough money to get a car. They would have already have started to save money for that kind of things. [I know that personally that I have been saving money for a car or house and all that other kinds of stuff since i was six years old!] Reason 2# is that they would be independent to drive to places they wanted to go to. I think when eighteen they have toe option to drive because they would have probably graduated and progress to a collage. They are pretty much an adult by now. Reason 3# is that They would have more information and wisdom to be able to handle the car insurances and finances.

You're life is like a one piece of glass. Once it shatters you can never find or put back the broken pieces. If you relate it to you're life it is like that. Once it is broken there is no way of puzzleing back the pieces togeather. Now think about how young aged drivers would drive?

Sayings of happiness.

A person who treats a person unwell is filling there void of sorrow and anger but you don't need to fight back just hope for the best.

A lotus flower is like a person they might not have that much potential at the start because they might be a seed but when the seed sprouts it becomes with opportunity's and flourishment.

We humans when we get upset because we are causing ourselves to be upset causing their own problems.

To be happy try to have to be compassionate to people and yourself.

One thing can cause tons of things like a plain bug. A bug could pollinate a flower. The flower can make into fruit. The fruit can feed a person. The person would just eat it. But before you think something like a bug is just a worthless thing think of the priorities of what it could provide.

Treat unwell people like a friend with kind and respect. It will come back to you.

Anger is like a poision once you are angry you can't stop it. So just take a moment to think. Why am i so angry do i have to be this angry?

If worried or anything else just take a few deep breaths and see how you feel then.

Random

The honey flavored sent sky flowed with the wind. The lush emerald green birch trees bent and swayed to and fro. The leaves rustled and shakes with every gentle gust of wind. A crimson red dragonfly sped to a stop on a leaf of a tree. The flaming crimson red dragonfly didn't camouflage but out stood the colossal leaf. The wings reflected in the sun like a rainbow. It buzzed off with a few seconds. It flew so fast you coulf see only a faint line of red. As I was guided to into a pine forrest and down a bumpy gravel path and tripped on a rock. My body slamed on to the ground with a few seconds. Tears streamed down my face as I tried to recover my blood covered bruise mixed with sand and pebbles. Is I tried to to walk properly to the unkown destination I kept on walking...

Tanzinite

The shinny violet purple stone was unearthed from ground in crimson red Tanzania soil. As the rare crystal dazzled in the scorching yellow sun miners huddled around the miner that unearthed this special gem. The rock in the workers dirt hand glistened and displayed it's multiple colour of purple, violet, blue and a hint of a tinge of brown. As the miner ran over to polish and shine this crystal it looked more attracting and more irresistible to buy. All the crystal hobbits would travel far and wide to retrieve this stone. As the stone was polished and cleaned it was put in a protective case to preserve the billion dollar stone. As the miner peeked curiously at the crystal one more time the stone seemed to wink at the worker in thanks of unearthing it. A few long month of transporting the gem.... as a stranger opened the petite black box then suddenly his eyes widened at the Tanzanian masterpiece. As he transported the stone to one of the jewelers he gazed in amazement too. As a few days passed the gem was on the glass display shelf. The gem shone as if it was combined with the cheap florescent light. The gem looked so different cut into a five thousand dollar authentic Tanzinian stone silver necklace. People as they walked by the shop where dazzled by the sight. This magnificent gem was named Tanzinite.

The Most Unloved Day :(

It was a hot sunny day and today was the dance. I come to school with my blue jeans and green shirt. Butterflies where flying in my stomach as I thought of that special person I was eager to dance with. As I walked closer to school and thinking to myself what if she says no or what if she says yes?, how do I slow dance?, what if I throw-up? More and more I thought I walked closer to school. As I walked on the first floor going to my locker the girl I wanted to dance with before my confused eyes. As she looked right at me her dark brown eyes shimmered and glistened at me. I shook out her hypnotizing eyes glued in my brain. I got my school supplies and tucked my backpack in my crammed untidy locker. I slowly approached her and said shyly to her " Hi" She responded with no response only silence. I could tell she was excited about the dance because she was talking to on one of her friends about who she was going to dance with. i already knew that I had a twenty-five percent chance that she would dance with me. I also knew that she was planing to dance with one of guy friends that she really likes. I am always jealous of him because he likes her too but I also think that he also likes other girls too. But that was my evil opinion. For the next three hours of gossip, giggles and romance filled the air every corner I turned I ether smelled the overwhelming Axe spray through the halls and the bitter taste of women perfume. It was almost time for the dance but all classes in the school had to go to there period one class to receive a candy gram. Surprisingly I got a candy gram it said on it " Happy Valentines day. From: ?" That letter made me anxious, curious and outraged. Who would give me one? So I asked her if she wrote this to me. She responded with a " NO!" I was shocked and confused at the same time. But I couldn't let that down. Fifteen minutes later..... It was finally the dance. The gymnasium was decorate with red and pink hearts, X's and O's cut outs and other neat Valentine themed masterpieces. I casually started dancing with my friend Francis and Tommy. Then after that I needed to sit down for a while. As I sat on the solid hard wooden gymnasium bench I thought what I should do next. I suddenly caught a glimpse at her. She wore a striped black and grey shirt that matched her shiny silky hair. I thought in my head of how she would sit beside me or even say something to me but none of that came true. By twentieth song was an slow dance my stomach started to create billions of butterflies and my heart started to beat harder. I talked to one of my friends and before my eyes she put her hand out toward me. I responded and grabbed it immediately. She danced with me for about forty seconds then she said " you suck at dancing!" she left me with no response from me.It felt like one thousand billion sharp metal knives stabbing me all over. I felt so sick and depressed. I returned to my seat and walked around for a bit. Then fifteen songs later I was going to return to the bench and I saw her and him slow dancing together. I felt like the smallest person in the whole entire world because I was just going to ask her. I knew that I wasn't worth it. I felt like crouching in a corner and cry my disappointment. After the dance she tried to talk to me and straighten thing out but I declined it. I knew she just wanted to befriend me. I know that my friends said things that she likes me but when I saw her with him she looked so happy. Hey at least she is happy. I still think that she is pretty, I don't hate her but I accept it. I sometimes think " wow wouldn't it be nice if she liked me and danced with me?" But that was Valentines Day. There is two options that involve the hearts, chocolates.
I got none of that I got the angry, horrible experience and sadness. I still wonder to this day of who gave me that candy gram....

The Love Dance

Love is the word I can't even describe. Love is when you try to express your feelings to a particular person. You eventually get sucked in. I have experienced love before it was nerve racking . Let me tell you how it played out. It was a crisp chilly morning waking to school. While I was walking to middle school my mind was boggled with homework, home and school. Technically I was the middle schools unpopular kid. People called me Jason the four eyes nerd or other mean comments. What always made my miserable day was this girl named Veronica. She was in every one of my classes. I loved her dark black hair that always glistened in the light. Her rosy pinkish cheeks matched her peach colored lips. Her hazel brown eyes always hypnotized me and left me speechless. Valentines day was coming up and I felt determined that I could finally win her heart. I knew that a dance was coming up and I needed to get in that mode. "What should I do?" my boggled mind thought... " I know I can ask her to the dance!". I grinned in excitement and then I finally arrived at school. I knew also they where offering love notes that could score some extra points on her appeal. I knew I had to act fast. At lunch time I dashed out of my math class and went to the front of the office and drew out my last ten cents. I thought it was worth it. I knew it was worth it. I suddenly thought what should I write to the love of my life? What if I said something bad. Or even worst " hi happy valentines day!". I had to focus. With my hand quivering. I wrote " Hi happy valentines day! I just wanted to know if you wanted to go to the dance with me? I don't mind if you don't want to go...... I just like you. Every class you look at me with you're mesmerizing eyes and your cute smile." I then wrote my name. I reread the love note and dropped it in the box decorated full of crimson red and pink hearts. A nervous week passed by.... " Oh my gosh!" I realized in shock as I jumped out of my bed. "Today is the dance!" I looked at the time and it was 8:35. I had to get ready for this once in lifetime. I wore my best red shirt and blue jeans. I then scurried down the stairs and rapidly started munching on my honey nut Cheerios. I then dashed out the door with no 'good morning kiss' to my mom or a 'good morning' to my dad. I got to school just in time before the bell. i ran to my locker and got my supplies and some stride mint gum and I was ready for the day. Within three hours of painfully school work it was finally the dance. I pulled out 5 pieces of gum in my mouth to cover the hideous odour of my onion breathe from my ham sandwich. It was finally the dance. My mind went into a nervous breakdown and so I just sat on the bench for a while. Twenty songs passed by.... I was still to nervous to go see Veronica. I then stood up from the bench and walked around people dancing and chatting. I then met eyes with her. She was wearing a aqua blue dress that out stood and out dazzled all the other middle school girls dresses. She started to walk nervously toward me. I stood like a statue because I was nervous and scared at the same time. She finally introduced herself to me. I think I blushed unknowingly because she then giggled and smiled. Veronica's soft sweet sensitive voice spoke. " Hi Jason... I received your Valentines letter..... I ...... would love to.........have.. a ...... dance with you." I automatically answered "Yes!" Thank gosh the next song was Love Story By Taylor Swift because that was the slow dance song. She placed her hands on my shaking shoulders and I then put my hands on her shoulders. She then whispered quickly " Jason Put you're hand on my waist remember?" I quickly recovered and put my hands on her waist. I tried not not to not to make eye contact and just last the song. She caught my eyes and I caught hers. My eyes where suddenly glued by her magical apperince. Veronica said then " Jason "I like you too." My heart started to pump more blood as I was in love. My mind went crazy with mixed feelings like love, embarassment, confusement and overwhelming joy. She then kisses me quickly on the cheek and walked away. Her kiss was like a big ball of love bundled up in one swift, sweet,soft kiss. I thought I was going to faint. . So after the song we separated and went our own ways. Now in school when we pass each other I always think about that time at that dance when we danced. That time we always joke and talk to eachother about what happened at the Valentines Dance.

Note to readers: This story is dedicated to all the people in love. Also this is dedicated to the lovley, romantic chocolate filled day.... Valentines Day. :)

What Awakens Me At Night.

A image of a ancient doll perched on my windowsill staring at me freakishly her black beady eyes enter my eyes. The dolls clothes are torn and dirty faint patches of crimson red blend in with the dolls dirty dress. A smile forms on the dolls face. A grin sends a shiver down my spine. A ghostly energy glows around the figure. I could smell the dirt from the aged dress. The blankets covered on my bed are my only protection and security. I can feel the sweat of my sacredness running down my arms. I suddenly see the doll pull out a kitchen knife from nowhere. The white moons reflection shone on the sharp metal knife. I could see her jump down from the wooden display table and then my heart rapidly started to beat out of my own skin. I could hear the faint "ti pity tap ti pity tap" sound of the doll walking closer to me. I could almost touch my heart from the intense beating. Swiftly she jumps on the edge of the bed and starts to lurk towards me. I try to kick her off my bed but my body doesn't even move. I close my eyes to tr to move. A swift sharp object enters my chest. I open my eyes to see bubbling blood pouring out of my chest. Suddenly I scream with terror. I wake up to my original spot. Tucked in my warm comfy bed.
"Wow" I thought to myself with confusement. What a dream.

Kuaii

One sunny day my family and I where heading to Hoko Polo Beach one of Kauai famous landmarks. While we where walking over there I could hear the dogs barking crazily as we strolled by. On the way closer to the beach I could smell the aroma of pink shrimp and lobster frying against the hot coal colored grill. I could also smell the white rice fields half a mile away. About seemed like a hour which was only a twenty minute walk we then arrived at the destination. As far as i could see I saw locals and other people lined on the beach suntanning or building petite sand castles, while other people where on the colossal salt water waves surfing through them. I could see the emerald blue water stretched out from one stretch land to the other side. We walked to an empty pocket of sand near the crowds of people laughing and having a fabulous time. We placed down up the towels and picnic basket. I could hear a faint swishing sound of huge palm trees with there lush green leaves swaying against the wind. I sat down for a quick sec and felt the sand. The crushed pebbles and little pieces of wood brushed against my face like a fresh bought paint brush. I decided to go in the water to escape the suns hot scorching rays. I tested the salt water with my foot and it felt like warm water with a hint of slimy seaweed and sand. The water felt nice and cool. I tried doing body surfing and it felt like you where on a cloud speeding by. Then I crashed. My forehead hit the watery sand. I got up and limped to our beach spot. I was craving food so I retrieved something from the basket and had some chow-main and terriaki chicken that I bought from the Chinese take-out. I also got out a pair of cheap wooden chopstick that I got with the food. Every bite that i tasted it was a magical blend of sweetness from the terriaki chicken sauce, crunchiness from the chow main veggies and a soft threads of noodle danced in my mouth. after the delectable lunch our family was ready to leave. We walked through the hot sand, emerald green salt water. In awe I thought this was the most fabulous vacation in my entire life. The aqua colored sea, the light brown broken down soft sand. That was my greatest memory in Kauai.

Origami

Hi guys this is my first blog . I love origami. I love crystals, I like chinnese food: ) I also love Anime books I like Bleach, Naruto, Inuyasha, and Chocolat they are awesome. Most of my pics are from these book series! Please don't be shy if you have any questions related to Naruto.

This is an official Gir fan club!!!