Orphan Boy II

 Continued from part 1...
And he dumped two trash bags the size of boulders in there. That hurt really bad, I wanted to scream not just for the pain of the trash bags, but for the pain of living. Dying would be better than this. At least god might accept me into heaven since i’m already living in..... That’s not the point. Soon after my parents died I began cutting myself. It felt as if I could release the emotional pain through physical shedding of blood. It didn’t hurt though, it felt good.  I  wasn’t emo or anything, but that was just my casual way of dealing with things. I soon stopped because it was affecting my health and the amount of blood loss  was staggering.

 The  reason i am homeless is because, i ran away from my old home with my relatives. It was terrible and i’m never going back. I loved to play sports though, especially basketball and I was exceptionally well...... Dad you wanna shoot some hoops? " Nah not today son, I gotta work late, maybe tomorrow alright bud?" OK. He never had time anymore, it was always work work work. I went in the house to play some video games, the night was getting real late. I went downstairs for dinner when i heard a couple thuds. "Ahhhh!" I quickly ran downstairs to see my mothers lifeless body there in front of me. I looked over and saw my dad fighting off six men like a boss. Bow! Dad no! I screamed." Just run.." he said in a faint voice. Bow! There's two, I couldn't bare to watch. I exploded through the door and......

 As soon as I got my thoughts collected, I opened the lid of the dumpster very slowly, checked if anybody was around. There was nobody in sight so I emerged out of the dumpster. Don’t know where i’m going just getting away from here. Maybe I should have played football.

Hunger Games Movie Review

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• A-lot of action
• The flashback of the bread with Peeta
• The district rebellion
• The cat
• The girl on fire
• Katniss and Peeta’s love
• Peeta in the mud

Con’s

• Didn’t stay true to the book
• Thresh beat clove with a rock, not against the cornucopia
• The ride back home
• Avox girl?
• Katniss didn’t give Peeta the sleepy medicine
• Didn’t show reaping for other districts
• Nobody took Haymitch a bath
• Didn’t give a lot of background info for Katniss

Hunger Games was an good movie, but i would pick the book over it  anyday. I hope they keep  making movies for all the books.

THE END(:

Rash

So I'm reading this book called Pete Hautman, its good so far but I'm not really feelin' it. This dude named Bo don't really like the rules in the USSA (United Safer States) so he gets in trouble from time to time. He's in court right now seeing if he gone get sent to prison. What i predict is, he will get sent to prison but since he run track and stuff he gone try to run away

Orphan Boy.

Alone and confused, I sat in the dumpster, knowing I would probably have to sleep here for the night. I didn’t run away. My parents didn’t kick me out the house. They just told me to run and never stop. I would give anything to know if they were still alive. My name is..... well i really don't recall, but the only memories i have is my father fighting six or seven men while barring a gun shot wound. Blood, so much blood. Sometimes my emotions overwhelm me and i began to cry. I  wish this was a movie, so then it would have a happy ending, but its not. Sadly, i always try to be an optimist, but to no avail because, there is nothing happy about my life. There is no “bright side”.

 I think to myself. “Gosh I'm hungry”. I’m right beside an restaurant, but the last thing I’m going to do is steal. Its a sin. Vermont is a really quite state. Nothing ever happens here. I hear footsteps. “ Hey Joey, get the Connolly's the food critics here.” Crap, that man’s coming out here. “Just a minute”. I shut the dumpster top and buried myself in banana peels UN-finished pizza, leftover meatloaf, etc. The man opened the top.............

Showcase

I showed my best example of creativity in Where's The Milk? because, i wrote it in a fairy tale type way, and i put my own little twist at the end.

I show my evidence of growth as a writer in Roman Gladiators because i had never did a real good book report before and, i also hadn't cited my work before.

I showed my proof that i am a thinker/leaner in Makin' Moves because i had always gave time and setting added to what was going on in my story.

Those are my top three posts.

Where's The Milk?

Where’s The MIlk?

Once upon a time in the land of Your-place. There was a king, and his name was Sir Jaylon. One day Sir Jaylon stumbled upon a milk carton. My gosh it was the most magnificent object he had ever been bestowed upon. It was golden, with detailed hinges at the top. Excellent for grasping. Sir Jaylon knew taken the delicate milk carton wouldn't be right, but he had no choice.

 He quickly dashed through his royal garden into his palace. Sir Jaylon was an handsome devil, his radiant dark brown eyes shining as if they were the sun. Sir Jaylon had magically created an case for the wonderful milk. Hand made from the finest crystals in Your-place. Everyone in the land came to his palace to praise the milk.

 One night Sir Jaylon was sleeping when he heard a sudden, “Thud”. He ran into his majesty’s palace and saw no-one. Nor the milk. He screamed. “Whoever has taken my milk, i will give you a great thrashing!”. Heart-broken by the milk loss, he went to his royal refrigerator for an midnight snack. When he opened the fridge, he saw the golden milk and the strawberry milk. how do you say, “Making out?”

 The golden milk opened up its hinges and said. “BEENA DANG”.

Ski Trip Gone Bad

I was walking to school alone. Not how i usually go to school but i missed my bus so...Anyways , i saw one of my best friends, Edwards. “Sup boy”. Surprised he turned around a dropped kicked me in the throat. I let out a loud. “Ahhhh!” “Oops, my bad man.”Edwards knew karate or something like that. So i wasn’t that mad about his reaction. “You straight.” I said. Me and Edwards were close, i mean super close. Sometimes we could know what each other were thinking or feeling. “Hope you felt that”. He laughed then we kept walking to school. I was already late to first block so i really didn’t care.  As soon as we walk through the front door we see our other friend Reed. “Wassup”, said Edwards . He didn’t say anything back though but you could see him smiling. “ Why you smilin’?” “.......My grandma said we can all go on a ski trip together!” “Haha Boss” i said smiling at Edwards. Well Edwards and i were going to the same first period,  so we left Reed. Right after 1st period we saw this girl walking by and she was baaaaad ( like the gorgeous bad ). It was Edwards cousin. She wanted me though but we didn’t talk about it. School day was boring so I'm going to skip ahead. I was so glad it was Friday, and it was even better knowing we had Christmas break and we were going on a skiing trip. After school we all met up at Reed’s house with our bags packed. The only person we didn’t see at school was Johnson (we call him John), he arrived at Reed’s house kind of late. “ Hi guys”. Was sup. I could tell more than anybody that John was excited about the trip. We hoped in the travel van and left out for Alaska.  I could tell we were there because, our windshield was covered in snow and the roads look of ice.  When we saw the cabin were  going to stay in  we went nuts! Its was decent sized not to big or too small. I wanted to go out in the the woods and ski and stuff, but they said no because, they been hearing stories about this  monster that lives in this undesinated area. I didn’t think nothing of it becasuse you know. Imma boss. So i left out on my own. I saw a sign saying  “ do not enter” i  put one  foot past he sign and saw...........

To be continued....