Group L: You Needs To Try This!!!

For this choice blog I will be writing about dream catchers. Random right? Dream catchers are so beautiful, especially if you buy them from actual Native Americans because then you know they’re actually real. Dream catchers are supposed to take away the nightmares at night when you sleep and sometimes that actually works. I used to have a lot of nightmares because of how bad my life used to be. I couldn’t even run away from my life when I went to bed. I bought my first dream catcher when I went to the Fair two years ago. There is this guy who is a legit Native American and only sells dream catchers. When I first went to him I didn’t really believe in dream catchers really catching the “bad” dreams. He explained to me that the bad dreams are supposed to get caught in the loops around the dream catcher and then the good dreams go through the holes. He said by trying it that I’d never regret it. I actually don’t ever regret it. Last year I went to the Fair and I forgot to look for the tent thing where the Native American was. I had to work the next day and my dad was going with my little sister and other siblings for the day. He bought me this dream catcher that was almost the color of navy blue but just a little brighter. It has a wolf and a picture of the sunset in the background. Dark blue feathers hang from all around it. It’s the most beautiful thing I have ever seen in my life. When I hold one of these in my hands I just feel different. It’s like the stress just seeps out of you and disappears for the moment. When I go to bed I just feel so comfortable. It maybe takes me at least five minutes to fall asleep when before it took me an hour. I have two pink ones beside the blue ones and they all hang over my head. I love them and I want to collect more.

Group L: Stop Being Angry!

To be honest, not a lot of things make me angry. I’m not an angry person. I try to stay happy because when you’re wasting your time being angry or sad about something, a good thing could have happened. I only get disappointed in people if they do stupid things. For example, my friend one time told me she got wasted. I was disappointed in her because she didn’t have a legit reason why she got wasted. Then again, you should never get wasted in the first place. I mean, you’re how old, and you’re out partying. I don’t find a reason for alcohol or drugs. Yea, drugs, they’re for making you better when you’re sick, not to make you high because you’re a low life. Some people think I’m a goodie-two-shoes because I don’t do any of that stuff. I’m not a goodie-two-shoes, I’m smart. I won’t have to deal with lung cancer from smoking or liver disease from drinking so much. I’m healthy, you’re not. I’ll be living until I’m 80 and making my dreams come true while you die from an overdose. I make the right decisions. I also get disappointed in Crystal when she gets really bad grades sometimes. I ask her if she studies or understands any of the stuff and when she says no, she gets “the look” from me. If I ever need help, I stay after and get help. She doesn’t want to stay after because she is a tad too lazy. I also get disappointed because of things that people say. People have the rights for their own opinion, but sometimes people go too far. Bullying, racist comments, sexiest jokes, none of that is funny, yet people make jokes about all of that all the time. What’s the point of being angry? Just smile and be happy!

Group L: YAHTZEE!!!!!!!!!!

I don’t really care for the Superbowl. Shannon had her birthday party that day so I was with her and had a blast! We left around noonish to go to Paige’s Paradise Island. It was the first time I was ever there. It wasn’t that bad, I just wish there was more stuff to do there. It was almost like a Chuck E Cheeses, but smaller. When we first got there, we went upstairs where the mini golf was. That was probably my favorite part. The room had black lights and everything was covered in glow in the dark paint.  We played mini golf without keeping score because keeping score is boring. After that we went to the rock climbing wall where only Shannon tried and she failed within the first four seconds she was on the wall. After that we started to play some games. I played this one game where it was a giant circle, and you had to get the flashing traveling light on the bonus which was like 167 tickets. I kept getting 10 tickets over and over again. I had almost 300 tickets after all of that. I gave them to this little kid. The prizes were mainly little figurines that I don’t treasure anymore because I’m not a child. The next part was probably the highlight of my day. We changed into our bathing suits and went into the swimming area. We looked around and all there was were little children. We burst out laughing and left after that. We went back to Shannon’s house where we ate tons of food and watched Monsters Inc. while we played Yahtzee! Stephanie kept getting yahtzee’s over and over again. I got my friend Val addicted to the game. When I got home I ate more food and then died of a stomachache. It was a good day.

Group L: Where ever she is, that's where my home is.

I’m actually afraid of a lot of things. I’m afraid of heartbreak, but unfortunately that fear became reality during the past weekend. My heart was broken by my ex-boyfriend, and now I have to find a way to trust any guy again. Heartbreak is the worst kind of pain there is. I’m afraid of being hurt because I’m a fragile person and it’s hard to go back to the happy person I was after all of this has happened. Another thing I’m afraid of is dying alone. I want to be able to fall in love with someone and live forever with them. If you’ve ever seen The Notebook, you’d understand the kind of love that I’m looking for.  I want to be able to die in the arms of my lover. I want someone to love me, and to never forget about me. I’m always on their mind and they can’t go on a day without thinking about me. Another thing I’m afraid of is failure. I’m afraid of disappointing my father and my sister. I hope it’ll never happen, but sometimes you just doubt yourself, and that’s one thing I doubt myself about. I’m scared that sometime in the future I’ll just do something so incredibly stupid that my family will cut me off and never speak to me again. It’s a nightmare, really. I’m sure that’s everyone’s nightmare. Without your family you’re nothing. Some people might disagree, but to be honest when your friends aren’t there for you, your family is. Sometimes though, you might be very unlucky and have neither. Anyways, I just hope I never do something like that. I’d die without my family. The final thing I’m afraid of are spiders. Those things are DISGUSTING! I don’t understand why people want those things as pets. I saw one before, like right in front of my face, and I passed out. THEY’RE GROSS!

Group K: Depressing, I know. It's still legit!

Just for a warning or whatever, this story isn’t about me. It’s part of a story I wrote but it’s completely transformed.

Freedom, that’s all I have ever wanted. I just want to pull away from this world and fly away, fly away to a new place. I want to find a place where I belong and that people accept me for who I am. After my friend, Rebecca, committed suicide I was left with nothing. She was my best friend and now I don’t have the strength to make anymore. The day she committed suicide changed my life forever. You always hear people talk about how kids commit suicide all the time and how they’re at home when they do it, but the difference between those kids and my friend Rebecca is that she did it in public and I was right beside her. I didn’t understand what was going on at that moment. All I remember is Rebecca yelling, crying and jumping. The moment her feet left the ledge of the bridge, I snapped back into reality. I reached out for her. My fingers grazed the palm of her hand and I looked straight into her eyes as she dived into the deep, cold river. I watched as her red shirt sunk to the bottom and I was alone. I screamed for her, hoping that she would float back to the top, alive. Instead, she stayed under the water, abandoning me and our friendship. Pedestrians ran towards the bridge and looked over as I fell to the concrete crying. No one asked if I was okay or what had just happened. They made up their own stories like they always do. They were getting ready to tell the media how a seventeen year old female just jumped. They’ll probably make up some story about how she was pregnant or how the love of her life just cheated on her and then left her. I’m sure those lies are closer to the truth, only because I know nothing and I just watched my best friend commit suicide. 

The End.

Group K: Teenagers, yea, they're evil.

I will try to be as creative as possible when creating a story about this picture. This boy, his name will be Jimmy. Jimmy is ten. He is a young boy, a boy that isn’t going to live long enough. He doesn’t know that every night as he sleeps peacefully, that white orbs float into his room and suck the energy out of his body. The orbs are actually aliens. The aliens live in the sky. You can only see them at night, almost like stars but they move faster.  They live off of the energy from little kids because they have so much built up energy. They can’t burn it off all in one day. The energy keeps the aliens looking young. When they get back up to the sky after the night is over, during the day they walk around as if they were real people. They look like us because they use the energy that we give off as a way to transform them into us. They breath, eat and shower (I think). The only difference between them and us, is that they can fly and change shape. They have existed since the beginning of time. Sadly though, taking the energy from the kids make them really depressed. After the depression wears off, the kids turn into evil beings…teenagers. I’m pretty sure that was the best thing you have ever read right there. This story clearly tells how teenagers are made and they are here to destroy the world. After the aliens make all the younger children into teenagers, they work on the older people. They make them into grumpy old people with runny noses and smell weird. These aliens are not nice at all. The only way to defend yourself from these aliens, is to never sleep. NEVER. SLEEP.