Chadwick Prep
September 1: Kenya Welts
"Good Morning Chadwick Cheetahs!" I chimed. "This is your host, Kenya Welts celebrating with you on this fab Friday. One madami week until Fall Formal which starts at 5:30 so don't be late." I paused as the theme song came on. It lasted a good 30 segundos so I had time to review my lines.
It was a pleasant feeling to have everyone watching me every morning giving them their needed news update. It made me madami popular which is hard to believe since I'm already so popular.
"Today's news starts with Kelly telling you the weather for this week, then we have Dallas reporting live from the fungus filled lockers, and last you have Thomas on entertainment. Looks like it is going to be a roar of a day,"
I took my mic off as the makeup crew came rushing to my side. They fixed my hair, makeup, and clothes. They had to be fast because all of it lasted somewhere around 14 minutes. I sat patiently as they they spruced me up. I was use to it but it always made me feel like the object of attention.
"Kenya," sinabi Mr. Kinney. He was the supervisor of the production. "Get ready because you are on in 5 minutes." Great, I wasn't even prepared.
"Your hair is so shiny Kenya. What is your secret?" asked an excited girl on the makeup crew.
"Shampoo!" I replied in mock surprise. "I know that girls on scholarships aren't that poor but can you really not be able to afford shampoo?"
"How did you know I was on a scholarship?" She asked shocked.
"You reek of it," I stuck up my nose for effect. The sad thing is that the girl admitted she was on a scholarship. I was just guessing but I could have looked and known for sure.
She had ugly dark brown, naturally curly hair. Her dull gray eyes made no difference with her skin which was really pale. She was short and slender. She wore Levi jeans and a graphic tee that read, "don't hate because I'm pretty". Yeah pretty ugly. I almost felt sorry for her if she hadn't worn those ugly, tan Ugg shoes. Who would have know she knew anything on makeup?
"You're back on in 5 . . 4 . . 3" Mr. Kinney started his countdown 'til I was back on the air. "2 . . 1!"
"That is all for today but don't worry, we will be back tomorrow and for the rest of the school week." I sinabi as I gave a wink to the camera.
"And we are OFF!" screamed Mr. Kinney. "Great job kids! See you tomorrow."
I got up from my chair and examined my outfit. I needed to know of anything was wrinkled. I wore a black vest over my white shirt. I bought this from Rue 21 for a great price of $65. My black skinny jeans were a Prada exclusive. It also came with a gold, hooped sinturon for free which was $70. It came out as a total of $135 not including the amazing leather boots that I wore. I had to be the prettiest 7th grader there especially with my long, black hair. Usually it would be curled but I was really going for a casual look today.
"Brandy!" I yelled. "Where is my Gucci bag?" brandy Mitchell came rushing to my side carrying my bag. I snatched it from her. I rummaged through the contents 'til I found my lipgloss and eyeliner. "Those makeup artist know nothing about makeup or beauty."
"I know," brandy agreed. She gave them a dirty look.
"Where are the rest of the crew?" I asked as I put the items back in my bag.
"Chelsea's arm is still broken and Teresa is busy with Brandon." brandy replied.
Chelsea Hilton was in a tragic accident yesterday that broke her arm. Teresa Santiago was suppose to be holding her up during cheerleading practice but she got distracted when her phone went off. Chelsea was at the tuktok so she came tumbling down. I swear Teresa did that on purpose. Chelsea can't even go to the Fall Formal.
Everyone is talking about the Fall Formal this year. I heard they would actually bring in acrobats for the circus theme. I would so pag-ibig to be on the committee to help create the dance because I have some fab ideas.
"Guess what I overheard in the girl's bathroom," brandy said.
"Is it about me?" I asked.
"Always," She replied.
"Then proceed,"
"Well it turns out that Teresa has quit cheerleading and she is now taking pIano lessons. She has been practicing piano over months now but she never would tell anyone. Her little sister Angelina was telling her friend that Teresa was taking the classes to out stage you when the dance comes. Teresa wants to perform in front of everyone." I gasped as brandy talked. Teresa was so sneaky!
"But why piano?" I mumbled madami to myself then Brandy.
"Pianist make tons of money," brandy replied as she checked her fingernails. They were a bright shade of green.
"Why would she need the money? Isn't her father like a billionaire?"
"I don't know," brandy said. "But I'm going to find out."
"Who here knows anything about 9/11?" asked Mrs. Lennon. A few hand with up. "Then that will be our lesson for today."
"Get ready for a long, boring speech," whispered Teresa to Brandy. They giggled.
"9/11 was when a group of terrorist flew airplanes into both of the twin towers in New York. What made is really devastating was that there were people, tons of them, inside the building. Most of them died." Mrs. Lennon said. I flipped my phone out and the other girls mimicked
Kenya: GR8 NEWS!
Brandy: WAT?
Kenya: PRADA FLIP FLOPS ARE IN SO WEAR SOME TOMORROW WITH A PRADA SWEAT SUIT.
Teresa: AWESOME
Brandy: DON'T OWN ANY, LET'S GO tindahan AFTER SCHOOL.
Kenya: FAB IDEA! WE ALSO NEED 2 BUY FORMAL OUTIFITS
"Is my lesson boring you ladies?" Mrs. Lennon called us out. "'Cause I can stop teaching if that's the case."
"No need Mrs. Lennon!" I trying to make my dark brown eyes look pure innocent. "Although your services are unwanted and unneeded, we appreciate you for the effort. Not everyone was born to teach." Everyone laughed at my smart comment.
"Those who have no talent, teach," nagkomento Brandy.
"What if they can't teach either?" Teresa asked being as transparent as possible.
"They end up alone with 12 cats." brandy replied. Some girls in the back giggled some more. It was fun to watch Mrs. Lennon's face turn bright red.
"Then you ladies can give me better ways to teach my class in detention Saturday!" She huffed.
"You're a hopeless cause," I mumbled under my breathe.
This is an old story which I wrote back in fourth grade. I decided to ilathala it since I had no other use for it.
September 1: Kenya Welts
"Good Morning Chadwick Cheetahs!" I chimed. "This is your host, Kenya Welts celebrating with you on this fab Friday. One madami week until Fall Formal which starts at 5:30 so don't be late." I paused as the theme song came on. It lasted a good 30 segundos so I had time to review my lines.
It was a pleasant feeling to have everyone watching me every morning giving them their needed news update. It made me madami popular which is hard to believe since I'm already so popular.
"Today's news starts with Kelly telling you the weather for this week, then we have Dallas reporting live from the fungus filled lockers, and last you have Thomas on entertainment. Looks like it is going to be a roar of a day,"
I took my mic off as the makeup crew came rushing to my side. They fixed my hair, makeup, and clothes. They had to be fast because all of it lasted somewhere around 14 minutes. I sat patiently as they they spruced me up. I was use to it but it always made me feel like the object of attention.
"Kenya," sinabi Mr. Kinney. He was the supervisor of the production. "Get ready because you are on in 5 minutes." Great, I wasn't even prepared.
"Your hair is so shiny Kenya. What is your secret?" asked an excited girl on the makeup crew.
"Shampoo!" I replied in mock surprise. "I know that girls on scholarships aren't that poor but can you really not be able to afford shampoo?"
"How did you know I was on a scholarship?" She asked shocked.
"You reek of it," I stuck up my nose for effect. The sad thing is that the girl admitted she was on a scholarship. I was just guessing but I could have looked and known for sure.
She had ugly dark brown, naturally curly hair. Her dull gray eyes made no difference with her skin which was really pale. She was short and slender. She wore Levi jeans and a graphic tee that read, "don't hate because I'm pretty". Yeah pretty ugly. I almost felt sorry for her if she hadn't worn those ugly, tan Ugg shoes. Who would have know she knew anything on makeup?
"You're back on in 5 . . 4 . . 3" Mr. Kinney started his countdown 'til I was back on the air. "2 . . 1!"
"That is all for today but don't worry, we will be back tomorrow and for the rest of the school week." I sinabi as I gave a wink to the camera.
"And we are OFF!" screamed Mr. Kinney. "Great job kids! See you tomorrow."
I got up from my chair and examined my outfit. I needed to know of anything was wrinkled. I wore a black vest over my white shirt. I bought this from Rue 21 for a great price of $65. My black skinny jeans were a Prada exclusive. It also came with a gold, hooped sinturon for free which was $70. It came out as a total of $135 not including the amazing leather boots that I wore. I had to be the prettiest 7th grader there especially with my long, black hair. Usually it would be curled but I was really going for a casual look today.
"Brandy!" I yelled. "Where is my Gucci bag?" brandy Mitchell came rushing to my side carrying my bag. I snatched it from her. I rummaged through the contents 'til I found my lipgloss and eyeliner. "Those makeup artist know nothing about makeup or beauty."
"I know," brandy agreed. She gave them a dirty look.
"Where are the rest of the crew?" I asked as I put the items back in my bag.
"Chelsea's arm is still broken and Teresa is busy with Brandon." brandy replied.
Chelsea Hilton was in a tragic accident yesterday that broke her arm. Teresa Santiago was suppose to be holding her up during cheerleading practice but she got distracted when her phone went off. Chelsea was at the tuktok so she came tumbling down. I swear Teresa did that on purpose. Chelsea can't even go to the Fall Formal.
Everyone is talking about the Fall Formal this year. I heard they would actually bring in acrobats for the circus theme. I would so pag-ibig to be on the committee to help create the dance because I have some fab ideas.
"Guess what I overheard in the girl's bathroom," brandy said.
"Is it about me?" I asked.
"Always," She replied.
"Then proceed,"
"Well it turns out that Teresa has quit cheerleading and she is now taking pIano lessons. She has been practicing piano over months now but she never would tell anyone. Her little sister Angelina was telling her friend that Teresa was taking the classes to out stage you when the dance comes. Teresa wants to perform in front of everyone." I gasped as brandy talked. Teresa was so sneaky!
"But why piano?" I mumbled madami to myself then Brandy.
"Pianist make tons of money," brandy replied as she checked her fingernails. They were a bright shade of green.
"Why would she need the money? Isn't her father like a billionaire?"
"I don't know," brandy said. "But I'm going to find out."
"Who here knows anything about 9/11?" asked Mrs. Lennon. A few hand with up. "Then that will be our lesson for today."
"Get ready for a long, boring speech," whispered Teresa to Brandy. They giggled.
"9/11 was when a group of terrorist flew airplanes into both of the twin towers in New York. What made is really devastating was that there were people, tons of them, inside the building. Most of them died." Mrs. Lennon said. I flipped my phone out and the other girls mimicked
Kenya: GR8 NEWS!
Brandy: WAT?
Kenya: PRADA FLIP FLOPS ARE IN SO WEAR SOME TOMORROW WITH A PRADA SWEAT SUIT.
Teresa: AWESOME
Brandy: DON'T OWN ANY, LET'S GO tindahan AFTER SCHOOL.
Kenya: FAB IDEA! WE ALSO NEED 2 BUY FORMAL OUTIFITS
"Is my lesson boring you ladies?" Mrs. Lennon called us out. "'Cause I can stop teaching if that's the case."
"No need Mrs. Lennon!" I trying to make my dark brown eyes look pure innocent. "Although your services are unwanted and unneeded, we appreciate you for the effort. Not everyone was born to teach." Everyone laughed at my smart comment.
"Those who have no talent, teach," nagkomento Brandy.
"What if they can't teach either?" Teresa asked being as transparent as possible.
"They end up alone with 12 cats." brandy replied. Some girls in the back giggled some more. It was fun to watch Mrs. Lennon's face turn bright red.
"Then you ladies can give me better ways to teach my class in detention Saturday!" She huffed.
"You're a hopeless cause," I mumbled under my breathe.
This is an old story which I wrote back in fourth grade. I decided to ilathala it since I had no other use for it.
I never thought it would be that easy,
Cause we are both so distant now.
And the walls are closing in on us,
And we are wondering how.
No one has a solid answer,
But just walking in the dark,
You can see the look on my face,
It just tears me apart.
When I first met you,
I thought,
How would I get to know this girl well?
Now,
I think,
Why do I have to leave this girl already?
But you and I,
Both of us are walking alone,
In the dark.
Even though you are not with me,
I can feel you with me in my heart.
It just breaks me to think
That you are not with me.
But now,
As I have pondered this situation
For a while now,
I have made a decision.
I am alone.
I am not alone, however, in my heart.
You are with me,
Walking in the dark,
Together.
Cause we are both so distant now.
And the walls are closing in on us,
And we are wondering how.
No one has a solid answer,
But just walking in the dark,
You can see the look on my face,
It just tears me apart.
When I first met you,
I thought,
How would I get to know this girl well?
Now,
I think,
Why do I have to leave this girl already?
But you and I,
Both of us are walking alone,
In the dark.
Even though you are not with me,
I can feel you with me in my heart.
It just breaks me to think
That you are not with me.
But now,
As I have pondered this situation
For a while now,
I have made a decision.
I am alone.
I am not alone, however, in my heart.
You are with me,
Walking in the dark,
Together.
Some of you may go through life,
Thinking something,
That is,
Who the hero is in your life.
I am one of those people.
But what I found is that
Even though many people are major influences
On my success in life
Such as my closest friends,
My teachers,
My parents,
Those serving for our country,
Others around me,
Or even my worst enemies.
This taon I have found that
The hero that I have
Is no one else
But me.
My hero is myself.
I inspire myself to do everything I do.
I am the light of my life.
Thinking something,
That is,
Who the hero is in your life.
I am one of those people.
But what I found is that
Even though many people are major influences
On my success in life
Such as my closest friends,
My teachers,
My parents,
Those serving for our country,
Others around me,
Or even my worst enemies.
This taon I have found that
The hero that I have
Is no one else
But me.
My hero is myself.
I inspire myself to do everything I do.
I am the light of my life.
I deny the truth,
But really,
That is nothing.
I do that just to protect myself.
I cannot let the truth overcome me
All at once,
I must let it come at me
Pieces sa pamamagitan ng pieces.
The truth is always shocking,
At many times sad.
But I must accept the truth
Even after a while.
Because denying the truth
Is like lying to myself
Denying the truth hurts my soul
But it also protects my soul at the same time.
I don't know what to believe.
It's all too shocking for me.
I deny the truth.
I protect my soul.
I protect myself.
But I also hurt myself.
But really,
That is nothing.
I do that just to protect myself.
I cannot let the truth overcome me
All at once,
I must let it come at me
Pieces sa pamamagitan ng pieces.
The truth is always shocking,
At many times sad.
But I must accept the truth
Even after a while.
Because denying the truth
Is like lying to myself
Denying the truth hurts my soul
But it also protects my soul at the same time.
I don't know what to believe.
It's all too shocking for me.
I deny the truth.
I protect my soul.
I protect myself.
But I also hurt myself.
Why,
Is everyone being so cruel
Everyone is abusing each other
It seems like there is no good at all
In this world.
Why is everyone
Leaving me out of everything
Like I am this puppet with no string
I feel out of place,
And I am sure other people feel the same
I have searched for all these years
Someone special
Who would lead me through
The darkness
And all of my troubles would fade away.
Someone that would be named,
"My Hero."
I found who she was this year
And it was extremely unexpected,
Because...
No one else is my hero.
My hero is myself.
Is everyone being so cruel
Everyone is abusing each other
It seems like there is no good at all
In this world.
Why is everyone
Leaving me out of everything
Like I am this puppet with no string
I feel out of place,
And I am sure other people feel the same
I have searched for all these years
Someone special
Who would lead me through
The darkness
And all of my troubles would fade away.
Someone that would be named,
"My Hero."
I found who she was this year
And it was extremely unexpected,
Because...
No one else is my hero.
My hero is myself.
This is for all the kids who are bullied sa pamamagitan ng words. My teachers always say be bleacher people. Lift others up. I hope this poem gives that message to others.
You yell at me
mean words.
They
pierce my heart.
I say its ok.
I ilipat on.
But the words
still have power.
They still hurt
me.
My friends
tell me
its a big deal,
and that I
need to tell
a teacher.
But I say im fine.
Im really not.
I want to
believe
that im fine,
I want to
believe that
it was
nothing.
But it was
something.
Words always
have power.
Enough power to
strike me
down,
or lift
me up.
Why must
you hurt
me?
You yell at me
mean words.
They
pierce my heart.
I say its ok.
I ilipat on.
But the words
still have power.
They still hurt
me.
My friends
tell me
its a big deal,
and that I
need to tell
a teacher.
But I say im fine.
Im really not.
I want to
believe
that im fine,
I want to
believe that
it was
nothing.
But it was
something.
Words always
have power.
Enough power to
strike me
down,
or lift
me up.
Why must
you hurt
me?
Why should I live,what's with life?He gave me 5 books I know them so well I know everyone page I could read it with out actually pagbaba it!!!One araw i awoke with a holy bble on my bed.It was from one of the demon's junior demon wives.It had a tag and a note saying"srry for ur troubles hope u havnt read this before lol".The oldest thing is i knew who she was because she was a human like me before the demon turned her into one of his own.Then i thought wait why havnt i been turnd in to a demon yet?Then it hit me! maybe he needs fresh to keep him alive!
sa pamamagitan ng AuthorForPooh
The bare moment when no one's
there to guide her
feet down the worn path.
She's traveled this path times before,
but you are always there
in her way.
You scare her with your
harsh words and strong hands,
she runs back every time.
You laugh.
What she doesn't realize, is that
we too are on that path.
Her friends.
We pull her to her feet
and push past you.
Because she's never alone.
Im tried of bullying. Its mean. As a friend i will stick sa pamamagitan ng my friends. Help stop bullying!