A Picture is Wirth a Thousand Words

i remember this day clearly. i was only 9 years old that day boy was i hungry. my mama had made her famous apple pie after some chien in the fire. my mama was one of the best in the town to mae pie's. she was one of the best in the state county fair. man did we have a ball. mama always told me that a women that didn't now how to cook wasn't a full women. also that a man was never allowed in the kitchen, unless they were eating. men always did the hard work while the women would stay home and take care of the house and children. when i went of to work in the field i also taught about the words mama told me.



she wanted me to learn how to read nad right but i saw that we need money in the house so i went to wor. after papa had died i had to take resonciabilities. i was 16 when i stared to work. boy was i happy when i received thosed full 75 cents. mama was real prode of me when i gave her those 50 sents wiht that she could buy little Eddy his colar shirt for his elementry graduation.



i was so prode boy little Eddy new how to read and write and do math boy would papa be prode of him. now he's off in the farm taking care of mama with his wife Catty. i now wored in a factory making railroad for old Mr.Carnegie. he was a staburn boss he won't listen to us, but he neec money and he did have good paying jobs. i have saved up for a painting that i loved for my house.

"Mary, Mary come see what i baught for the house."

"Now what Kenny. did you go off soending that money, i tod you not to go buy that fancy painting i don't anterstand the meaning of the painting."

Pet Peeves

1.When people touch my hair.

2. Cops checking you when your not even in gang or gang member.

3. When older guys hit on you and they could be your dad!

4. When a car hunks at you.

5. Costly crackling knuckles

6. Slow songs on the radio.

7. When they miss place something that's yours.

8. I hate when my shirts go up!!!

9. I hate when people interfere when you play a game on purpose.

10.I hate when people give you bad looks and they don't even know you.

11. When my nephew pulls me by my belts.

12. I hate when my mom picks my clothes.

13. I hate when my nephew takes my candy.

14. I hate when people sneak-up on me.

15. I hate going shopping with my dad.

16. I hate when my mom does a historical laugh for something that's not that funny.

17. I hate when my mom turns what i say into something she's not suppose to know.

18. I hate when they say i did something I know I didn't do.

19. When you want to talk about something important and they don't even pay attention to you.

20. I hate when people ask me if i cut myself just because I'm emo.

21. I hate when my sister makes fun off how i dress sometimes.

22. I hate when my dad calls what i watch stupid or lame.

23. I hate when I'm told to hang up the phone or to stop texting.

24. I hate when people say you can't achieve your goals.

25. I hate when people get into your personal business that aren't even suppose to BE IN OUR BUSINESS!!.

The Secret

It was my best friend’s deepest, darkest secret and it would be hard one to keep. We had known each other since we were in 6-Th grade. We were never apart. We were the loud one’s back in middle school. We had always told each other everything. When we got to high school we also went to the same high school. It was the middle of our junior year. We had hit our jack pot, we hoked up with these two boys. Jenny my best friend, made the cuties couple in the school with her boyfriend Zack. Zack was cool, he wasn’t a good boy, but he wasn’t a trouble maker eighther. Apparently things between Jake and me didn’t work-out, so we broke-up. This didn’t harm the friendship I had with Zack. I remember they had this beach party all the juniors and only the juniors. I didn’t go because I had a concert to go to. Jenny of course went she had never missed an event like this one. I got a call from her a month later. She told me that her stomach was growing and that she was afraid that she was pregnant. We went to buy a pregnancy test at a store far way from both of our neighborhoods. If she was her parents were going to kill her she was an only child and they expected the best from her. We did the pregnancy test at my place the thing came out positive. We didn’t now what to do. The next day she came crying over to my house, she had told Zack and he broke-up with her right there and then. I couldn’t believe this was happening. She said she was going to have an abortion that there was no other way. The only reason I agreed with her was because if her parents found out that the last of her I would see. I remember the day clearly. It was a foggy spring day, when we arrived at the clinic. I wasn’t going to let her do this alone. When we left I saw in her eyes she was never going to the same.
It’s been ten years since that. Right now Jenny is married and has her “first kid,” he’s thirteen years old. She called me so we could catch up I had seen her since Christmas, it’s summer now. Were all sitting in the kitchen table and Max, her son ask’s her if she ever had an abortion. I froze at that moment I didn’t now what her answer was going to be. He had sworded that we weren't going to tell anyone what had happened that day. Now its ten years later and her son asks her this. She answered him almost crying “No honey I haven’t had an abortion.”
He left the kitchen, happily. When I had seen he was out of sit I asked her what she was going to do. She didn’t know I was the only one who knew about this. I felt suffocate I didn’t know what to do eighter. I told her I had to go. As I left and got into my car I see Max, coming to car.
“Cindy, you know my mom more than anyone in this world. You can tell me whether she had an abortion or not.”
“I can’t tell you does kind of things, I don’t know eighter.”
“Come on, don’t play with me I couldn’t help but to over here the conversation you and my had once I had “left,” the kitchen.”
“I….i don’t know what do tell you.”
I shut my car door and drove off as fast as I could. I didn’t know what to do. It was her deepest and darkest secret ever. It had become a hard to keep know. I had forgotten about it. The thing was about 10 years old. She had already made her life up again who was I to tell them what she had done in the past. I still didn’t know what to do. Later on that night I got I phone call from Max.
“Please Cindy tell me I need to know.”
“Why Max, why should I tell you. Why do you want to even know?”
“ You don’t know but my mom talks in her sleep. She has talked about a son. A son that never got the chance to see what life was. I want to know what she’s talking about. I read in the Internet that people who sleep talk, talk because it’s something that they want to do, or did and most of the time regret. I need to know if I was going to have a big brother.”
My hearth just pounded harder and harder it felt as if it was going to come out.
“I’m the right person to tell you that thing if it even happened. I’m not the right person to say something like that to you. You need to understand that.”
“Come on’ Cindy wouldn’t you like to know if your mother had an abortion and why she did it or what happened?”
I froze I did not know how to answer, I…I couldn't think straight. I had goose bumps.
“I have to go.” I said to him hanging up the phone I didn’t know what to do. The only thing that came to my mind was to call Jenny and tell her what’s going on.
“Jenny.”
“Yeah it's me you sound scared what’s going on Cindy.”
“It’s Max, he keeps asking me if you had..”
“DID YOU TELL HIM.!?’
“Of course not! We sworded to each other not to tell.”
“I know but come tomorrow in the morning and we both can talk to him about this.”
“OK.” As I hung up the phone I din’t know what to eighther know. If I went I would maybe break a pack that I had with her for so many years. Would Jenny even tell Max? What would happen if her husband found out? I don’t know. These questions hunted my head I couldn’t go to sleep. I woke up and got ready to head over to Jenny’d place. As I walk to the door I stop and wonder to my self if I should go. Tell me what you would do?? Would you go and tell her son or would you stay home and not say anything.

Her Mysterious Death

Her death was due to mysterious circumstances and I was assigned to the case. They gave me the direction to the scene of the crime but this place was some how fimiliar. When I got there I found out it was the circus where the young women had died. Her name was Lily, she was 23. She was an aerial silk girl. From what her co-worjers say she was very popular and was one of the main atraction of the show. What mite of cause her death then? I ask the co-workers if she ever had any enimies or x-boyfriends that mite of wanted to harm her. They said she was pretty quiete and kept most things to her self. No one from work really knew her. I meet this one girl they say it was her compation, her name is Vicky. I went to talk to the girl but it seemed as if she was expecting me.
“Hello I think your that privite investagetor that’s on the case of Lily’s misterious death?”
“Yes, that’s me do you remember what you did the night of her death?”
“Yeah, I was waiting in my room behind the curtins waiting for my moment. Like always she was there also getting ready. I had told to let me the opening act I had my friend who had comed from England to come see me. Of course she refused since i’m a biginer. So we had the show like always I left but she stayed behind with old man Mr. Smith.”
“Who’s Mr. Smith?”
“That’s the man that does the marionette show for the kids. Lily had thing for the gothic looking one which creap me out, she would talk to it and it was like if the could actually hear her but the thing is just a piece of wood with some clothes on in.You should go talk to him he was the most devasted.”
“Thank you for your time.”
As I walk tours the back of the circus I found an old man talkinf and pacing as if he was nurves. I didn’t see anyone next to him so I didn’t know who he was talking to.
“Ser are you Mr.Smith?”
“Yes why Yes I am. What can I do for you?”
“I am a dective I’m the case of Lily’s death. Was she close to you?”
“My beautiful young Lily, she was palended she had everyhting the looks the body. Poor little Scott her is the one that miss her the most. She would talk to him, she never spoke to any of the other young girls she was a special one I tell you.”
He pause and points to the doll.
“This is Scott he’s one of the marianettes I use for my show, boy did she love this doll to the end. I remember the night of her deafth she talked to him like almost every night right before she would do her show.”
He graped the marianette and made him say hello to me by making him shake his hand. When I looked at him it was like if his eyes were tring to tell me something. He had strange look in his eyes.
“Mr. Smith why is he dressed like that?”
“He’s dress as a gothic kid that rode’s the streets by himself. Lily loved him sinceshe had seen him the first day when I started working here.”
I take a look at the doll and its as if his hands were pointing at the man. I didn’t want to say anything because then the man would think I was crazy. I my self felt acward in that situasation and headed home. I looked up the circus and found some background informaiton. The circus has been here for more than 10 years but what would lead to the deafth of one of there own star’s. I went to bed and called it a day.
I woke up at 1:30 a.m. My dream was weird I couldn’t believe what I saw. In my dream I was in the circus and the marianette was talking to me. I don’t know it just told me something but I can’t remember what it is now that marianette wants to tell me something. I tried to go back to sleep but I couldn’t. I went to work at 8:30. At work I fouond another case in my desk it was a case not to far way from here. I went to the shop were the body of Jake Coner lays. He was a shop owner that owned a maranette shop. I look at the dolls and they all looked so creapy. One sood out from all of the reast. I picked her up she was a blonde hair marianette that was all dressed in black. I looked at her rist it had the word “Lily-n-Scott.”I went and asked the co-worker of Mr. Coner about the doll and its tatoo. He told me that an old weird man had left it one night in the front door about 5 years ago. He showed me a black and white photograft of two marianette’s and one I clearly knew was Scott. The old man Mr.Smith’s marianette. I couldn’t believe it the marianett like in my dream is trying to tell me something not this again. It’s been 3 years already and I’m not going back to the case that all most cost me my job. I couldn’t believe how it wasn’t that girl Vicky. She seemed so jelous about Lily. But I never found out how it wasn’t her. I almost lost the job to that case. Again I went looking for suspects. Again I went to the old man Mr. Smith. Apperintly it was his neice’s boyfriend. I asked him to see Scott. He told that the marianett was dead. He didn’t have use for it and that the act was old so he had to retire it. I remember seeing blue ink on the blonde doll apperintly he had blue ink on his black jeans. I aksed him how he had gotten that. He told me that it was just a stain. I toke him like I toke the doll as evidence to the crime. The chief didn’t see the connection to this crime. But something told me he had done it. I only needed five minutes with that old man and he would confece.
“So really why did you get ride of Scott that marianette that was your star?”
“I didn’t want to do it.”
“But you did it any way why if your lovely Lily love him why and your neice’s boyfriend why did he die.”
“There are thjings that you don’t know but happen.”
“What are you talking about?”
“Things that you won’t believe happen. That Lily she was special like I told you. Scott wasn’t just a marionette he actually had life. When she talk to him he listen.”
He had a pshico look in his eye’s. I saw him go into this shock mode. He was rocking back and fort. He would look alround. Like if someone was watching every word he was saying.
“Old Mr.Smith I have one last question for you.?”
“Did you kill Lily and Jake?”
“I didn’t want to things just have a weird of happeing does eye he looked at me like he said to do it. He was the one telling me to it I didn’t want to hurt her. Jake, jake knew to mush he was going to become unspot able. I had to it,”
“Why did you kill her?”
“I didn’t want to! The marianette it made me to it. He had that look. He wanted this I didn’t it was him!!”
As I walked out with the case in my hands I felt as if weight was taking of me. I looked back as they arested him and he too had a strage but erie look in his eye’s.

How to Make Logandale Better

I think logandale would be a better school if they had hand’s on learning. There were more programs that would help us for the future. They would have field trip’s. what do you think?
Logandale would actract more kids like teens by having hand’s on learing. Most kdsl learn nore when they us in practice what they are learning. Its always interesting tosee where the things come in handy. Kids like to play, by having projects that involve the lesson kids will learn more and like it. Do oyu want your child to have a job in which he was no experince or idea about?
Another thing that would help us keep the kids that we have is having programs that will help us in the future. If we have programs were we learn things that may help us in a fun way people will want to come to the school. Some kids don’t know what they want so if we have jobs were they can be exposed to different jobs they can have an interest. If kids are prepared for the future the school will have a good reputation and will get more students. Do you want your child to learn in an enviorment were she or he is confident nad tries there best.
If the school has field trips then we won’t lose kids. Kids and teens like to visite places that have links to what they are learing, they find things more intresting and fun. Kids will look forward to field trips wee they can learn but also they can be academic. Kids can keep their grades up if we have field trips because this can be a reward. Field trips will also look good on the school’s half. If the school is able to have field trips then this show’s they handle their kids well. Would you want your child to learn more nad have fun?
I think Logandale would be better if we had hand’ on learning. If we ahd moore programs that would help us for the future. If we have field trips. What do you think? What does Logandale need to be better?

"nancy's " life story

My mom had brought my new baby sister from the hospital but i didn't want my mom to come back. because of my sister they cut my moms stomach in half and that was not fair from what my counsins had told me. i didn't want a baby sister but i got one any way. when my mom came home i didn't like her any more she had this big ugly scar on he stomach but she didn't my cousin's were just playing and tring to scare me which they did. then my baby sister looked like a doll. she was always with her eyes close. she nerve really cried. i taught she was a doll. i wanted my mom to get ride of her. she was just ugly and small, i could fit her in a shoe box. she was so small and ugly. then as she grew up they never bought me things any more. her dad was always making my mom look after her any little thing that she didn't have my mom would be bladed for. then after the we left him things kind of stayed the same. by that Nancy was 3. it was all regular until she was 6. that day we came from school i was the one with the house key so we got home. we got home and started watching TV. then i gave her a piggyback ride. i lade her down in the bed next to the chimney. i had to go pee really bad when i went to pee. she started to cry and i went really quick to see her and she had this big hole in the right side of her eye. minutes earlyer everthing was fine. knowing this my mom was going to kill me. when they go there she told me what had happened i told her and she and my sister rushed to the hospital. after that she got this scar on her face. i remember Nancy was always in detention she was always a big mouth she could never shut-up in school. i would have to pick her up from detention almost every day of the week in seventh grade she was in secound grade. when we transferred schools she got even more weird she would wear all this baggy clothes and always was around boys.it was so weird. she became this really mean and "tough," girl. she was so loud and boyish. then she was so abbssed with smackdown. she would like know everything about the wrestlers sometimes i taught i had a brother instead of a sister. things just got weirder. then when she got to like the age of 12 and 13 she was huge. she was so Big. she was taller than i was and people taught she was 15 or 16. she was so big then the way she would dress. she always had tight pants then her shirts were also tight. then that time she had to be in some quince's a Caitlin. she was so dorky looking, she was wearing a dress for once then she looked all nice like a Girl. after that summer she was a Girl she would wear tight pants, and some skirt. only the thing that was weird me the most is what she turn out to be. my little sister is a PUNK! she wears those little pants that are SUPER tight at the Bottom. the shirts are to much sometimes. then she wears these socks that looks like Halloween came early. i like how she has her hair. but sometimes its too much when she wears her pink or purple pants she looks like a weird-o. she just PUNK.my sister so big and dorky she into allot of weird things and my mom let's her do things i couldn't do when i was 14. but still she's my sister and who knows what else she'll do in life.