Wrath
Cast:
Cam Clayton
Steve Birkmire
Cam Clayton
Steve Birkmire
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Vampire Dreaming
Giana woke up with the sun shining down. Today would be a good day, she promised herself that it would. How could it not be? So, she got ready for school, ate breakfast and walked out of the door. School passed by without fault, in fact she had gotten her English test back with a big, red "A" on it. She did A Cappella after school and started to head home around five. It was dark, chilly and there were storm clouds high above her. How had the day gotten so gloomy? She didn't mind, really. If it happened to rain, well, she loved the rain as much as she loved the sunshine.
Then the rain started to fall and drench Giana's clothes, bounce off of the tip of her nose and saturate her head causing her straight brown hair to wave and clump together. She looked like a wet dog; she didn't care. She strolled to the middle of the street and spun in circles, holding her face up toward the sky and smiling as the drops of cool liquid hit fell across her face and streamed down her neck and chest. She felt something. Something in her told her she was being watched from somewhere behind the trees that lined the sidewalk.
At first, Giana just didn't care. She went along her merry way, dancing and spinning on the midnight street. But she kept feeling the eyes on her and she stopped her play and looked into the line of trees. It was too dark to see anything, but she thought she saw a shadow. Perhaps it was a cat, maybe she was just seeing things. She didn't stick around to find out, she walked down the center of the street at a steady pace towards her home. A block down and she still thought she felt eyes on her, watching her, studying her.
Giana, unwisely, turned into an alley. She always did, she was close to home now and this was the fastest way to get there. Once she was towards the end of the alley she heard a soft whistle. She froze. Was this person dangerous? If they were, why had they warned her of their presence by issuing a whistle? Maybe they thought she wouldn't react quickly enough, maybe they thought she wouldn't recognize a threat and that she was a silly child. She turned and saw a dark figure who was slowly moving toward her. She couldn't tell who it was from here, but they didn't seem to be much taller than her. As this stranger came closer she saw it was a boy, he appeared to be about her age (16), and his eyes and hair were dark and sharply contrasted his extremely pale skin.
Giana caught this stranger's eyes and found herself trapped in their depths. Who was this stranger? She had certainly never seen him before. He smiled slightly at her, more of a smirk of his deep red lips. She smiled a small, shaky smile in return and asked his name. His reply was a wide smile, he was so close now that she could see every one of his flawless, white teeth… and the sharpness and length of his fangs. She shuddered and her hands began to tremble, but she couldn't find the will to move away. She was curious about this boy. She let him come within a foot of her and then stepped back. He stopped his movement forward and stared into her eyes.
And then she went blank. She couldn't speak or move; she was trapped. And within a moment he was right in front of her, his mouth an inch from hers. He moved his mouth to her ear and whispered softly, "It's okay. I'm not going to hurt you, I promise." Well, it's not like she could do anything about it even if he were going to hurt her. She was stuck. What had he done to her? Her mind started to spin in wild directions of the things that this boy could do to her.
And then her thinking stopped, all of her thoughts ran into nothing because suddenly his soft mouth was on her neck. She felt the heat of his breath and then a sharp pain before she felt him sucking from her neck. She knew he must be taking blood, his elongated eye teeth and surreal speed before showed that he must be something more than human. Who knew he'd turn out to be a vampire? Like a real one that took blood to survive. But soon even this wonder died away from her thoughts because she was slowly filling with heat. Everything was slowly become warmer as he drank from her. She didn't have it in her to think and wonder about what was happening to her because she was floating away from herself. And then his mouth was gone, he kissed her and his tongue filled her mouth… And then he was gone.
Giana walked the rest of the way home in a daze and when she got there she went straight to her room and locked the door. She looked at her neck in the mirror above her vanity and gasped in shock at two small holes where neck meets shoulder. They were tiny and glistened slightly; she thought they were beautiful. She had never experienced anything like that before, her entire body had felt as though it was on fire. And the boy? He was beautiful. She had never seen anyone as amazing as him. She drifted to her bed and collapsed onto it and fell into a heavy sleep full of dreams of the beautiful vampire and his soft mouth.
Then the rain started to fall and drench Giana's clothes, bounce off of the tip of her nose and saturate her head causing her straight brown hair to wave and clump together. She looked like a wet dog; she didn't care. She strolled to the middle of the street and spun in circles, holding her face up toward the sky and smiling as the drops of cool liquid hit fell across her face and streamed down her neck and chest. She felt something. Something in her told her she was being watched from somewhere behind the trees that lined the sidewalk.
At first, Giana just didn't care. She went along her merry way, dancing and spinning on the midnight street. But she kept feeling the eyes on her and she stopped her play and looked into the line of trees. It was too dark to see anything, but she thought she saw a shadow. Perhaps it was a cat, maybe she was just seeing things. She didn't stick around to find out, she walked down the center of the street at a steady pace towards her home. A block down and she still thought she felt eyes on her, watching her, studying her.
Giana, unwisely, turned into an alley. She always did, she was close to home now and this was the fastest way to get there. Once she was towards the end of the alley she heard a soft whistle. She froze. Was this person dangerous? If they were, why had they warned her of their presence by issuing a whistle? Maybe they thought she wouldn't react quickly enough, maybe they thought she wouldn't recognize a threat and that she was a silly child. She turned and saw a dark figure who was slowly moving toward her. She couldn't tell who it was from here, but they didn't seem to be much taller than her. As this stranger came closer she saw it was a boy, he appeared to be about her age (16), and his eyes and hair were dark and sharply contrasted his extremely pale skin.
Giana caught this stranger's eyes and found herself trapped in their depths. Who was this stranger? She had certainly never seen him before. He smiled slightly at her, more of a smirk of his deep red lips. She smiled a small, shaky smile in return and asked his name. His reply was a wide smile, he was so close now that she could see every one of his flawless, white teeth… and the sharpness and length of his fangs. She shuddered and her hands began to tremble, but she couldn't find the will to move away. She was curious about this boy. She let him come within a foot of her and then stepped back. He stopped his movement forward and stared into her eyes.
And then she went blank. She couldn't speak or move; she was trapped. And within a moment he was right in front of her, his mouth an inch from hers. He moved his mouth to her ear and whispered softly, "It's okay. I'm not going to hurt you, I promise." Well, it's not like she could do anything about it even if he were going to hurt her. She was stuck. What had he done to her? Her mind started to spin in wild directions of the things that this boy could do to her.
And then her thinking stopped, all of her thoughts ran into nothing because suddenly his soft mouth was on her neck. She felt the heat of his breath and then a sharp pain before she felt him sucking from her neck. She knew he must be taking blood, his elongated eye teeth and surreal speed before showed that he must be something more than human. Who knew he'd turn out to be a vampire? Like a real one that took blood to survive. But soon even this wonder died away from her thoughts because she was slowly filling with heat. Everything was slowly become warmer as he drank from her. She didn't have it in her to think and wonder about what was happening to her because she was floating away from herself. And then his mouth was gone, he kissed her and his tongue filled her mouth… And then he was gone.
Giana walked the rest of the way home in a daze and when she got there she went straight to her room and locked the door. She looked at her neck in the mirror above her vanity and gasped in shock at two small holes where neck meets shoulder. They were tiny and glistened slightly; she thought they were beautiful. She had never experienced anything like that before, her entire body had felt as though it was on fire. And the boy? He was beautiful. She had never seen anyone as amazing as him. She drifted to her bed and collapsed onto it and fell into a heavy sleep full of dreams of the beautiful vampire and his soft mouth.
Sasha Sapp, "Mi Rutina Diaria"
1. Some things that I learned from doing this project are more involved with using the Mac. I was able to learn new things about programs like Imovie, Garageband, and Comic Life. I feel as though these new skills would definitely be able to help me in the future.
2. I really like my final project, I like my music, and other little details that I put in it to show my personal life.
3. One thing that I would do over is choose my steps, so I could take me pictures. For example, I said "seco con la toalla" which means that I dry myself with my towel, and obviously, I couldn't take a picture of that. So instead, I'll choose my practical steps, so I could have more images. I would keep my music the same though :).
4. I enjoyed this project, because you can be very flexible with it, and you can show who you are. It gives you a lot of room to be creative, and it also gives you a chance to better yourself with the programs no the laptop.
2. I really like my final project, I like my music, and other little details that I put in it to show my personal life.
3. One thing that I would do over is choose my steps, so I could take me pictures. For example, I said "seco con la toalla" which means that I dry myself with my towel, and obviously, I couldn't take a picture of that. So instead, I'll choose my practical steps, so I could have more images. I would keep my music the same though :).
4. I enjoyed this project, because you can be very flexible with it, and you can show who you are. It gives you a lot of room to be creative, and it also gives you a chance to better yourself with the programs no the laptop.
Cornelia Zangerl
file://localhost/Users/Conny/Dropbox/Public/web/My_Day/spanish_bm3.html
I really enjoyed this project. Using comic life was a great amount of fun. It gave me the chance to be really creative. :)
What did you learn from doing this project? (skills, life lessons, words etc)
I learned a lot of Spanish. Having to write and talk about things that happen in my everyday life taught me many new words and how to use them.
How do you feel about your final product?
I'm really happy with it. Though there are a lot of technical difficulties, I think it was one of my best pieces of work in Spanish class.If you could do your project all over again, what would you do differently/the same?
I'd put more time into the presentation to avoid having last minuted problems.Did you enjoy this project? Why or why not?
I really enjoyed this project. Using comic life was a great amount of fun. It gave me the chance to be really creative. :)
La Rutina Diaria de Imani Johnson
From doing this project, I learned how to work with imovie like doing a voiceover. I learned how to conjugate certain verbs and I learned a lot of words that describes what I do everyday. I've also realized how long my days really are because I never realized how much I do each day. I'm actually kind of proud of my final project because I got to film everything with my new camera and I'm happy with the quality of the videos. Another reason as to why I'm proud of it is because I recorded my Spanish sentences pretty well. Like I did better than I thought I would do. I still need some help with pronouncing some words though. Overall I think my project turned out nicely. If I was able to do this project over again I would probably actually film myself rowing, and maybe rehearse with Señorita G before i actually started with recording. I throughly enjoyed working on this project because it really gave me something to do and helped me really connect my Spanish vocab to my life.
Chelsea Ann Smith
Mi Rutina Diaria (:
What did you learn from doing this project? (skills, life lessons, words etc)
I learned how to say all the words i used in the movie, also how to conjugate the words correctly. I also realized all the stuff I do during my day that I normally take for granted. I was able tot make the movie and have it flow and be something interesting to watch.
How do you feel about your final product?
I think it turned out really good. I think I should of had a closing slide or something, but I thought it was interesting and funny. Also I tried really hard for it to be something that people would want to watch.
If you could do your project all over again, what would you do differently/the same?
I would try and use other programs and mix things up, also to try and add other things I do during the day. I used still images maybe next time have it be video, but i would continue to use a song and have subtitles. I think them two things really worked well.
Did you enjoy this project? Why or why not?
I did enjoy this project. I love making movies and stuff and the topic of it wasn't to hard either. It was about what we did during the day, but there was so much person creativity which was great. It was fun!
What did you learn from doing this project? (skills, life lessons, words etc)
I learned how to say all the words i used in the movie, also how to conjugate the words correctly. I also realized all the stuff I do during my day that I normally take for granted. I was able tot make the movie and have it flow and be something interesting to watch.
How do you feel about your final product?
I think it turned out really good. I think I should of had a closing slide or something, but I thought it was interesting and funny. Also I tried really hard for it to be something that people would want to watch.
If you could do your project all over again, what would you do differently/the same?
I would try and use other programs and mix things up, also to try and add other things I do during the day. I used still images maybe next time have it be video, but i would continue to use a song and have subtitles. I think them two things really worked well.
Did you enjoy this project? Why or why not?
I did enjoy this project. I love making movies and stuff and the topic of it wasn't to hard either. It was about what we did during the day, but there was so much person creativity which was great. It was fun!
La Rutina Diaria
Hay es la rutina diaria...
On December 20, 2009
you were taken from us. Not only has it broken us down, but it has made us stronger. We have realized that it is always five o'clock in heaven...and every day, I thank god for saving you, because he saved me too. <3. Rest in peace Jerry Morgan; gone but never forgotten.
Goodbye Music
In a world that was small the size of SLA of course
Music was special and kept everyone on course
People would play and enjoy the sound
The type of music didn't matter
It's ways or it's sound
But as our artist died
So did the music
Some of us cried
But it was useless
We tried to bring the music back
In ways that we could
Programs and courses
But what was the use
As the music fades
So will those who adored it
So goodbye music
Sorry no one else truly enjoyed it
*"I wrote this thinking about the arabic music group. It seems like no one truly enjoys learning about the music of different countries anymore. I hope that the teachers find students who truly do love it someone else. I'm sorry. I'm so sorry we couldn't show our love for music to you. I'M SORRY....*
Music was special and kept everyone on course
People would play and enjoy the sound
The type of music didn't matter
It's ways or it's sound
But as our artist died
So did the music
Some of us cried
But it was useless
We tried to bring the music back
In ways that we could
Programs and courses
But what was the use
As the music fades
So will those who adored it
So goodbye music
Sorry no one else truly enjoyed it
*"I wrote this thinking about the arabic music group. It seems like no one truly enjoys learning about the music of different countries anymore. I hope that the teachers find students who truly do love it someone else. I'm sorry. I'm so sorry we couldn't show our love for music to you. I'M SORRY....*
Spanish Video!
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My Cat Pecan
Last post talked about my Cat, Smokey. This one is about my other cat, Pecan Swirl.
One day, during a break last year, I was sitting on the couch watching tv. The sound of the two cats was echoing though out the house and it was starting to get really annoying. It lasted for (oh I would say) a good 3 hours, but then suddenly it stopped. Joyful peace, it was nice but then It got too quiet. Then, I started hearing something odd...and then I heard something smashing and flopping around. I looked out..and saw...a giant fur ball. I thought "what the heck is that?" I go over.....the cat managed to get her back paw stuck in her ear. First I thought "Only I would pick a cat that could put her paw in her ear." I went and got my mom and she got her paw out. Now we make sure her claws aren't so long so it doesn't happen again, and everytime I tell the story, I just love seeing the look on their faces.
One day, during a break last year, I was sitting on the couch watching tv. The sound of the two cats was echoing though out the house and it was starting to get really annoying. It lasted for (oh I would say) a good 3 hours, but then suddenly it stopped. Joyful peace, it was nice but then It got too quiet. Then, I started hearing something odd...and then I heard something smashing and flopping around. I looked out..and saw...a giant fur ball. I thought "what the heck is that?" I go over.....the cat managed to get her back paw stuck in her ear. First I thought "Only I would pick a cat that could put her paw in her ear." I went and got my mom and she got her paw out. Now we make sure her claws aren't so long so it doesn't happen again, and everytime I tell the story, I just love seeing the look on their faces.
La Rutina Diarta
My Crazy Cat
Last post talked about my Cat, Smokey. This one is about my other cat, Pecan Swirl.
One day, during a break last year, I was sitting on the couch watching tv. The sound of the two cats was echoing though out the house and it was starting to get really annoying. It lasted for (oh I would say) a good 3 hours, but then suddenly it stopped. Joyful peace, it was nice but then It got too quiet. Then, I started hearing something odd...and then I heard something smashing and flopping around. I looked out..and saw...a giant fur ball. I thought "what the heck is that?" I go over.....the cat managed to get her back paw stuck in her ear. First I thought "Only I would pick a cat that could put her paw in her ear." I went and got my mom and she got her paw out. Now we make sure her claws aren't so long so it doesn't happen again, and everytime I tell the story, I just love seeing the look on their faces.
One day, during a break last year, I was sitting on the couch watching tv. The sound of the two cats was echoing though out the house and it was starting to get really annoying. It lasted for (oh I would say) a good 3 hours, but then suddenly it stopped. Joyful peace, it was nice but then It got too quiet. Then, I started hearing something odd...and then I heard something smashing and flopping around. I looked out..and saw...a giant fur ball. I thought "what the heck is that?" I go over.....the cat managed to get her back paw stuck in her ear. First I thought "Only I would pick a cat that could put her paw in her ear." I went and got my mom and she got her paw out. Now we make sure her claws aren't so long so it doesn't happen again, and everytime I tell the story, I just love seeing the look on their faces.
Mi Rutina Diaria Unit 4
Essential Question
¿Comó es mi rutina diaria?
¿Comó es mi rutina diaria?
My Crazy Cat
Last post talked about my Cat, Smokey. This one is about my other cat, Pecan Swirl.
One day, during a break last year, I was sitting on the couch watching tv. The sound of the two cats was echoing though out the house and it was starting to get really annoying. It lasted for (oh I would say) a good 3 hours, but then suddenly it stopped. Joyful peace, it was nice but then It got too quiet. Then, I started hearing something odd...and then I heard something smashing and flopping around. I looked out..and saw...a giant fur ball. I thought "what the heck is that?" I go over.....the cat managed to get her back paw stuck in her ear. First I thought "Only I would pick a cat that could put her paw in her ear." I went and got my mom and she got her paw out. Now we make sure her claws aren't so long so it doesn't happen again, and everytime I tell the story, I just love seeing the look on their faces.
One day, during a break last year, I was sitting on the couch watching tv. The sound of the two cats was echoing though out the house and it was starting to get really annoying. It lasted for (oh I would say) a good 3 hours, but then suddenly it stopped. Joyful peace, it was nice but then It got too quiet. Then, I started hearing something odd...and then I heard something smashing and flopping around. I looked out..and saw...a giant fur ball. I thought "what the heck is that?" I go over.....the cat managed to get her back paw stuck in her ear. First I thought "Only I would pick a cat that could put her paw in her ear." I went and got my mom and she got her paw out. Now we make sure her claws aren't so long so it doesn't happen again, and everytime I tell the story, I just love seeing the look on their faces.
La Rutina Diara
Mi Rutina Diaria
The 5th Wave - Yemen
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IncidentZ Chapter3 (for2.24.11)
In life there is pain, there is hope and love, and there is defeat, there is hate, and there is death. There is also irony. It was ironic how the bullet that I fired at myself, the one that was supposed to kill me, the one that very easily could have been directed at a zombie, or at Nicole, it didn’t go off. the irony was most things getting shot at would hope that the bullet did not go off, but I was hopping the opposite. Chris found me, and his sister. When he found me I was still shooting the gun in my hand. It was making a clicking noise, but no mater how many times I pulled the trigger it would not go off. I guess part of the reason that I didn’t just cock the gun back and try at it with a different round was because of my shock. I was not thinking I was just doing.
Now I was alone, sitting in an isolated part of the bjs store that was now as far as we knew 100% secure. I was still in shock. Chris took it hard too, he took the gun away from me and gave it to Jacob. Neither me or Chris were in any condition to be carrying a gun. I was quietly thinking to my self about how I basically killed myself, sure I lived but that’s not what I wanted. I pulled the trigger, and in some other world that bullet went off, and I was dead. I was thinking now at an unhealthy level. About death and about the world, about god and my faith, if that’s what you wanted to call it. The room was dark, and I didn’t know what time it was, nor did I pretend to care. It had to be sometime in the early ams before the sun came up. I was not crying, and my eyes were dry, no I was beyond crying, I didn’t exist. That’s the best way to describe the feeling. I was not there. Sure my body was, but my mind was absent, there was nothing. I stared at the wall blankly.
Chris opened the door to the storage closet that I had got into. The light hurt my eyes. He walked over as the door shut behind him and sat down next to me without saying anything. For a time we just sat there, and really I didn’t even notice Chris. I mean I knew he was there, but I did not take note, it was as if I knew but I didn’t. its such a hard feeling to explain, simply because there is nothing there. I was feeling nothingness. “ I don’t blame you” words that broke into the nothingness and it became something. A phrase that came into my thoughts. I sat and thought about it. “when your ready to come out…were all waiting for you…” he got up and left. Again the nothingness came on, but this nothing had something in it. The words that right now seemed empty. At least I had something in my mind. Something that still felt like nothing. I don’t blame you I thought, my thoughts were answered by a voice that was deep inside me
“but you’re the one who shot her, you had the gun, you let her go first” the voice said, it sounded shaky. I sat there and a tear finally came to my eye as feelings started to come back into my numb mind. I sat there and cried
Love(lost)(poem for 2.23.11)
You say, that I have lost my mind
but you were the one, playing with it last
you say, I'm no longer as kind
but you were the one, that promised this would last
please don't leave me, I have nothing left to say
and I can't promise it will be better the next day
I can't promise that I wont lie, but I can promise
I will always try
I'm not lost, I know exactly where I am
I'm not confused, I'm standing at your door
Its raining, and I know you are with them
I wish you and him would stop dancing on the floor
I'm just going to wait, just gonna wait for you at this door
War Poem (for 2.22.11)
I got there, ready for this war
already missing my family
first days were a bore
with nothing to do
one day it all changed
gun fire erupted
the battle raged
I lost friends that day
and I was a killer
it felt worse then I could say
I wanted to go home
they gave me a metal
said I did good, go home
I felt out of place,
family could see it on my face
I went back to war
two weeks later
It had changed me, and now, this is what I was
already missing my family
first days were a bore
with nothing to do
one day it all changed
gun fire erupted
the battle raged
I lost friends that day
and I was a killer
it felt worse then I could say
I wanted to go home
they gave me a metal
said I did good, go home
I felt out of place,
family could see it on my face
I went back to war
two weeks later
It had changed me, and now, this is what I was
So.
Leave me, Leave me
I cant f#ckin stand you
Wish I had the courage to say everything I planned to
My girlfriend, My girlfriend
Calls herself my girlfriend
She say we sposed to be together till the world end.
I cant f#ckin stand you
Wish I had the courage to say everything I planned to
My girlfriend, My girlfriend
Calls herself my girlfriend
She say we sposed to be together till the world end.
The Most Creative I've Been in a While.
EGYPT by: Simone, Sekai, Andy, Ryan BW
2-23-11 TAREA
A)
1. Nuestra
2. nuestros
3. Nuestras
4. Nuestros
5. Nuestro.
B)
1. Ella es Mejor amiga de Alison.
2. La clase de Sr. Baird es divertida.
3. La computadora de Allen es no esta.
