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 ( :

My Life ( Shrugs )

 Everyday felt like heaven to me. The love my parents would give to my brother and i was such a blessing, in my eyes we were the happiest family ever known. I grew a few years in a neighborhood called StoneWick. Its actually right beside my school i attend now. But anyway, so many memories are still surfaced around that there everytime i think about it. I havent been there in so long. Its like a happy memory i go to everytime i feel as if i need a good thought to think about when im down about something in my day. Like Building my first snowman , and getting lost in my own backyard, and most definetly the bad snow storm in 2003. Woaaah - that left alot of people without power and transportation. To a little girl like me , seeing this action take place was like seeing a winter wonderland. Gosssh , you should have seen the look on my brother and my faces when the snow fell peice by piece to the ground and started to add color of white to the street. Ohh' how we cheered. We couldn't wait to get outside and play with some of the neighborhood kids and challenge some of our friends to a good ole' game of snow ball fight. Memories like that carry in my head forever.

Sooner or later , summer came around the corner , and school was finally out. That meant more time for playing games and watching movies and junkfood. Summer for me was perfect.. but not as i exspected. One day i came home from school with my brother , and we walked in on a arguement with my parents. We were so young , we didnt know what was going on. We sat and watched as tears rolled down my mothers face and anger rage on my fathers. They didnt even notice to see we were standing in the room, so we both walked away hope'n the would stop and notice that we didn't like when Mommy & Daddy fight. For a few days i blamed myself for why my dad was leaving. I never even knew what divorce meant? My father is a firefighter , i thought he was leaving for work with his clothes and bags. I can remember so many boxes sitting in the living room stacked on top of each other. My father caught me staring at them. He looked down at me like he was going to tell me something, but i saw water feel his eyes like cloudy skies above, and he walked away. That day, my father left. He kissed my brother and i on the top of the head, and whispered to my brother to watch after my mother and i because he was the man of the house now. He nodded and went on his way.

As days turned into weeks and weeks turned into months, i started to get the picture that things have changed. My mother would sit in silence sometimes in her room. The feeling of your mom laying on your shoulder asking for help is a feeling alot of people dont have in their lives you know? This is actually the first time i am expressing my feelings about this memory i kept locked away in my heart, but something happend. One bright day i woke up and told myself you need to forgive and forget in order to move on right? I told my mother about how i felt and she smiled and told me to call my brother into the living room. We all talked for hours, she told us never let someone still your joy from your life. "You Got That"? She said to us sternly, we nodded our head and said Yes Mama. After that day, there was no more sad faces, or moods. We actually smiled and laughed again. We realized that life has trials and tribulations that everyone has to go through, and that one was one God gave to us to get through.

As my brother and i grew up, we realized that God has everything happen for a reason, and we are always going to make it. you just have to keep your head up you know? Thats what makes me such a strong person today, and why i am always smiling, if you haven't noticed. Lol, Im so blessed in my life. I might not see it as cleary as other, but its turning into a clearer vesion. Im just glad i have life , family and joy in my days. Im living my life to the fullest and not turning back to relive the past that i already accomplished to get by. Thats just my thought on life.

Thats just me... Lexus Sy'mone Miller.

Officers Perspective Of TTh.

The smell of the house is a scent i will never forget. Akwardly i inhaled and exhaled out, as the smell came through my nose a weird frown came upon my face. The smell was ( TERRIBLE ] it smelled of old moth balls and some type of old garlic that had went bad years and years ago.The smell got to me after a few minutes of breathing, it actually made my stomach turn a bit. As we looked around i couldn't find the owner of the house. Hello".. Is Anyone Here"? I yelled looking around the old house, until a figure came out of the corner.The sweat running down his face was like rain running down on a car window entertaining a child. Slowly. His eyes wondered around as if this was his first time on earth or ever being here. He was terrified. It looked as if he had never seen cops before a day in his life.

 But, you could atleast think twice about that tho. It looks of as if a tornado came straight in & out of the house. My eyes stoped at different places of the house and there were plenty of old spider webs and dust. It was so dirty you could slide your finger right through it and leave a stain. As i looked at him he looked as if he was figidy, he couldn't stay put. It worried me for a while and i started to ask myself, we could be going through his head right now? Does he actually have something to do with all the loud noises that was heard or is he just crazy? "VILLIANS" he shouted, he frightend me to the point of running away, the man got down on his knees and started to pull at the floor were we were standing and there lie a deformed body of the old man with the "Evil Eye."

 My eyes couldn't believe what i had seen that night from the terror of seeing a dead body lay so silent and so still. Nightmares frighten me from the scene i witnessed. It seems that the eye follows me. It never leaves my mind. It makes me wonder, if the so called "Evil Eye" is still in my head and follows me throughout my days and thoughts.. Does that mean the heart still lives?

Hunger Games Final Project.

What is the deffiniton of hunting?The "General" deffinition of hunting means to go out and catch or kill a animal in the woods. I mean thats what basically we all know hunting for being as Right? But ,in the Hunger Games , The word "Hunting" had a dual meaning.You look for food while your hungry, but as night comes upon them, the hunt for different district playes begins. Everyone is going for the same thing in the games and hunting is a #1 source of strategy that the players use in order to get the other players away from their prize. Hunting is like a game of I Spy. You look for your prey, and once you have your eye sighted on that one  animal... You shoot! ( Hunting ) You can't learn the game unless you know the rules right? So basically you can't hunt unless you know where your prey is headed. Tracking down is normally very traditonally for finding a animal. But, you need to know the right signs and where to look or turn next, ( Tracking ) It's not as easy as it looks. Tracking can become really difficult. You need to have a good eye for every point of your surroundings, and good ears to hear if anything is approaching you in any harms way. ( Tracking ) Just think if you were in the situation? What would you do? How would you feel? Questions like these ran through players thoughts in the Hunger Games when they realize if this is the last breathe they take on Gods green earth.


You needed knowledge and good thinking in order to stay alive in this game and be able to see the next sunshine of tomorrow. Most of the players didn't have that luck like the others did. You did the best you could until your time ran out. Could you survive the Hunger Games?

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Munro, Ranald. "Animal Trapping." Wikipedia, the Free Encyclopedia. 3rd Nov. 2011. Web. 07 Dec. 2011. http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Trapping_(Animal.

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