Showing That I Have Leaped Frog Past The First LillyPad.

From the start of 8th grade, Yeah, you can say i have improved alot on my writing skills. My writing has always had alot of details, but sometimes i would just smoosh all of thos things together and end up with a pages full of information that really didn't go with the topic of my story. Organization is the key word once you want to start a really good story. Everything needs to be in it's right place before you plan on have a #1 peice of writing. The Litte Princess That I Loved. was one of those emotional writings that i wrote in my journal that i didn't know if i could handle speaking to my whole class on. But i had to actually realize that if you hold in things that hurt you the most, it going to affect you in the long run. So i let out my emotions and told my class about the feeling i had on the day she was born till the day God called her home. I never really told anybody about that peice of writing except for the people who actually took the time to read it, and i got alot of warm-hearted comments back on it. 


My Life ( Shrugs ) was about how i grew up to realize that everything happens for a reason and that God always has a way or a plan, you just have to be patient. This story took me the longest to write, but the shortest to think about because somethings that i have went through has made me who i am today as a person and as i writer. I like to tell people my life story, it interesting to let other people come to you and they actually feel comfortable sharing their own life story because of how much you made them feel so warm hearted because of how much the both of us have in common. As i think about my life, i get excited about the feeling i have on it and ask myself  "Is this what you want to do in life"? Its always that question because of how much i want to get to know people and their stories and how they look up to the sun on life. Something like that is special to me and that shows writing has became a part of me because of new things i want to accomplish or do in life according to other peoples needs.

My Character Traits. I enjoyed this peice of writing because it was basically all about me and how i am in my eyes. I want people to know how i am on a daily bases, not just what they read on a peice a paper or see in the hallways of school. Alot of people put effort into that writing because you could say anything about your writing without any corrections having to be made because it's coming from the person who wrote it life's story.  Those are the best writings i can do because i put my feelings into it and not try to put things other people potray you as. Thats what i find unique in myself. It's just Me. :)

The Little Princess I Loved.

“Lets go play!” said the little boy with the blue eyes “ You could come with me to the place were there is no more lies, and the darkness is light. There will be no more pain or sickness, and we could be the best of friends. You must come, trust me, if you leave were you are now, you could enjoy happiness and live the rest of your life free and cured.. And we will be together forever. Please?”






August 13, 2001 , A beautiful little girl named Briana Edwards was born. She lightened her mother and father eyes. She was simply lovely. She grew up to be a very hype, peppy little girl who always



wanted to have fun and be interactive. We use to hang-out and play dolls, or fairytale (Princesses) that lived in magical places. Everything felt like life was so perfect, until one day, we couldn’t play fairytale anymore. Snapping back to reality, we found out out a terrible uncurable disease called cancer had gotten into her system.We both did not know what it was. We both were very young. She was only three years old at the time and i was 6. Only thing we knew about was germs and runny noses. This sickness shocked all of us. But we always made it through.


As days turned into weeks, and weeks turned into months,  a year rolled around and she was still here and alive. But i started to realize her hair was starting to get really thin. That was different to see because she was a girl with such beautiful hair and now to just see it gone and  to see her cry because of it broke my heart the most. She was starting kimo-therapy. I felt as if my prayers were not being answered at some points, most of all i would ask myself if Jesus Christ could actually hear me? Because by my eyes i didn’t see a result of healing coming from her standards. In the middle of the year, we get a call from my older cousin which is little Briana’s mother, and she told us of how scared she is at this time, which freaked us out because we thought something happened to Briana. But nothing was wrong?  She told us of a dream that she has been having for the past few days. She told us that Briana woke her up from her sleep to tell her a dream of a boy with blue eyes named Sam came in her dreams asking her to come play in this world that looked better than the one she was in, where there is less sickness and more fun. Briana had told the little boy that she was scared and that she didn’t want to but he never stopped asking every night in each one of her dreams. No one had ever heard of something like this ever happening in any of my days, so i didn’t know how to take this in. We went to the hospital as usual to visit her, and we walked in as the doctor was talking to her. He was telling us of how little kids get cancer at such a young age. Tears filled his eyes as he talked about his son names “Sam” who died a few years back from it. My mother said it was unbelievable. After adding every thing up, we assumed the little boy in the dream was the son of the Doctor. Astonished, i could only put my hand across head and close my eyes. I mean , words couldn’t explain or even come out of my mouth. The tears explained them the most. I wondered for the past few nights of if this day or the next day would she make it through alright or have a hard time trying. I wished she didn’t have to suffer this as a child. Still i Prayed.


As years went by , she would one day be well, then one day be really sick. Some days she would feel like playing, and some days not feel like doing anything at all. But One Night, she wasn’t doing well at all. All the family was called to the house to keep comfort or come and pray for her which we all did. Just to see her there in the condition with no smile that she always loved to show hurt the most. I couldn’t bare seeing her like that so i had to leave the room. Tears filled my eyes as i tried to think of a happy thought, GOD? Where are you Lord? I would ask myself under my breath so my mother wouldn’t hear these words i cried. My mother decided to take me home so i could rest because i actually had a big game the next day. Not knowing that this would be my last time telling her goodbye. Next Day, I won my game and was so happy. I couldn’t wait to go tell Briana, i skipped to car yelling for my mother to hurry so we can get here on time but my mother walked with her head held low. Whats Wrong? i asked. She held me close and said “I’m sorry to tell you this baby but Briana died last night”. …..... Tears came running down my face like the rain on the car window blowing in the wind. I felt as if everything failed her. I couldn’t take the news as i thought i could handle so i walked away and cried hidden tears hat no one knew. The funeral a few weeks later was heartbreaking, she was dressed as a princess in a beautiful gown. The preacher preached on how god put Briana through a test, she was in a baseball game battling cancer, the disease threw a ball and she hit it through the field. She passed 2 base onto third but cancer striked her, But, the preacher stopped and said cancer may have gotten Briana, but Cancer didn’t catch her soul. After you think about it you can actually understand why he said that. It took me a while to understand but now i finally do. God heard me all along, he never tuned me out. I asked for him to let her get through this and be happy, and he did exactly that. He called her home from a place where she was suffering the most. Now she is free from pain and disease. Thank You. For Letting Me Know You’ll Always Hear Me, Even If Your Silent.

Never Monkey See , Monkey Do

I was around 4 years old when all i wanted to do was be like the big kids. Ride a bike without helmet and look cool, or play video games instead of dolls because that was for “babies”. I always wanted it to be my way or no go for this little Mrs. ( That’s what my dad called me .) But anyway, one summer day i was chilling around the house with my older brother and cousins until my brother thought we all should go find something to do that involves us outside. Everyone was so excited, we dashed for our shoes and a quick drink before we left the house. “Oooo” “ I wanna come too you guys” i said to them. Uhmm? “Don’t you think your a little to small to hang with us”? My brother said to me. No! I can keep up with you guys, i promise i will! Pretty Please? I begged. As i stared into their eyes , my mother came up behind and told the boys, “ She can join you all. This isn’t fair to her and it wouldn’t be fair to you, so you all are in charge of keeping watch of Lexus” ! “Mama”? Everyone said in a sob voice. YES! I Screamed out joyfully. I could guarantee this was going to be the happiest day of my life.


Once everyone gets outside, we decide to ride our bikes down to the park. But, it took me a while to actually get ready on my bike. While the boys didn’t have to wear helmets anymore. I was stuck with my helmet and knee pads and training wheels. “Hurry Up”!! They would call or “ We are going to leave you home”. I felt so as you say “not cool” , but watch as i change their minds. I was going to let them know i can roll around with the big dogs. As we get to the park, everyone is ready to play around, as i parked my bike my brother calls out who ever can jump and that monkey bar and hang up side down wins. That was to big of a challenge for me, but i didn’t want to be a baby about it so i put myself up for the challenge. It seemed so easy for them to do, they were playing and goofing around while hanging there like monkeys. I bit my nails wondering if i’ll fit in like they did, so next it was my turn. My brother lifted me up so i could grasp the monkey bars and then he let go and it was all eyes on me. My heart was beating fast and i started to lift my feet up onto the bar and as soon as my right leg went through, my left hand slipped and and i fall to the ground head first. I screamed so loud, my brother and cousins came speeding up to me as i layed on the ground with a bloody knee and elbow. But , how about some nerve they all started to laugh. I felt so bad, but atleast i made one foot over the bar. I thought i could keep up with those guys, but when i went home my mother and father laughed at me too. I was completely confused. Now after i grew up a little , i finally figured out, they were laughing because i was being a Monkey See Monkey Do. Lol ( :