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These drawing were different to what I'm used to drawing. I know that drawing realistically gives you a good foundation if you ever take up drawing. I'm used to drawing on the spot, I never have the patience to sit there and practice. My favorite out of all of these is my small self-portrait. It was the one that turned out the best in my opinion. I really love drawing, and it's usually something that I don't spend too much time on. I bet if I practiced, I'd be really good at it. Unfortunately, I don't spend too much time on it, and have my favorite art book and my drawing tools just gathering dust. Having to do a drawing a week made me feel rushed. I liked that we had to do these but I never really had the time to finish these at home. I think we had enough time to do them all. Something I would've done is fix the mistakes while I was drawing instead of going along with them.


Hand Drawing
Self portrait
Large Self Portrait
Clear Bottle Small
Clear Bottle Large
Still Life Large

​That night I was awaken by a deafening crash. I sat up in my twin bed attempting to assure myself that it was nothing more than the illusion of the dream I’d awaken from. But then the booming crash was followed by another crash, only this time it didn’t leave a faint echo in my mind. I took a look at the clock on the front of my cable box, which read “2:33”. After falling asleep while watching a marathon of “I Survived” (which is a documentary show that interviews people who survived life threatening events) several hours prior, I was prepared for the worst. I slowly slid myself off the side of my bed, trying to avoid the humming of my springs which may alarm whosever in the house. As I stood beside my bed I became aware that I was on the third floor of my home, which was the highest floor. By the time I would reach the first floor, who knows what I’ll come face to face with. I tiptoed from my room to the top of the stairs where I knew one false move on any step could create a loud creaking sound alerting who or what ever entered my home. I tread along the edge of my steps with the tip of my toes trying not to make a sound. When I reached the bottom of my stairs, I stared at my mom’s door thinking. What if he’s already in here just waiting for me to walk by? Is he standing on the opposite side of the door sensing my fear? The more I thought, the faster my heart began to beat, so with hesitation, I twisted the knob on my mom’s door, slightly ajar enough to peek my head through. To my amazement, she was sound asleep with my younger brother and sister on each side. I wondered if she heard the same distinct crash I had minutes earlier. Was it only my imagination? I was hoping so, but I didn’t want to take any chances of falling asleep and waking up to a masked figure standing over me on the side my bed. I had to check downstairs as well to be sure. My mom had the habit of leaving her television on while she was asleep, and tonight wasn’t any different. As I began to close her door, I looked at her screen and noticed that she was watching the marathon of “I Survived” as well. My heart began to beat twice as fast, I couldn’t help but become paranoid at the fact that a stranger could still be in my home hiding behind any door within any shadow. I walked down my second floor hallway aware to walk on the right hand side because the floor wouldn’t creak.

As I stood at the top of the last flight of stairs, I stared into the darkness below me. The only light I could see was the moonlights’ reflection from my doors’ windowpane. I closed my eyes and slowly walked down every step until I reached the bottom. I began to open my eyes prepared for anything to come my way, but nothing was there. While I walked past the front door on my way to the kitchen, I felt a sharp chill come across my chest and arms. The cool air moved to the bottom of my bare feet, and then I knew it … the front door was recently opened. While walking I noticed the faint smell of marijuana the closer I came to the kitchen door, I knew someone was in the house now. I walked quietly in front of the kitchen door and noticed that it was slightly opened and the light was on. This was the moment I was waiting for; this was the moment of truth. The instant I pulled the handle to open the door, the light turned off. I took approximately three steps back to find the nearest lamp and when I did, I immediately twisted the handle. As soon as the light turned on I saw him, a black masked figure standing in the kitchen door way. He stared at me, I stared at him, as I looked down I noticed one of the several kitchen knives we owned in his left hand. The only part of his body I could see was his eyes, and the only expression I saw on in his eyes was genuine evil.  As he walked towards me I took steps back and the only thought that carried through my mind was that I may be telling the story tonight’s events on an episode of “I Survived”.

For some people conversations just never  end. 

D: Okay. Enjoy yourself. 

K: I'll try to. 

D: Good. :). Bye. 

K: Don't say Bye.

D: Why? 

K: It's final. 

D: I'm sorry. Didn't mean for it to be final in any way. Talk to you later?

K: Yes, later. 

I guess you can say, we are two of those people. 

According to Web MD Insomnia is: a sleep disorder that is characterized by difficulty falling and/or staying asleep. Which basically mean you can't sleep at night. It's especially terrible when you are expected to wake up before the sun and stay awake for the next 6 hours. The thing is though you are tired, VERY tired, but for some reason you just can't sleep. Rolling around, watching terrible late night comics, and scrolling through weird blogs doesn't make the disorder any more bearable. Looking at the clock, the time moves so fast! 1 a.m., 2a.m., 3 a.m., 4a.m. OH My God! I only get 2 hours of sleep. Insomnia basically sucks. I know you're probably wondering why I know so much about this lovely blessing...well because it's 1 a.m. and sleep seems to be no where in site for me. I don't even remember how this all started, I just remember not sleeping. Most of the time I sit up mad because I know how tired I'll be in class, and how I hope that all my classes consist of me being talked at so that I can catch up on a few minutes to hold me over till math. My boyfriend calls me weird, and even compared me to a zombie tonight, but he doesn't understand and many people don't. Sleep is like a privilege and if I get it I am HAPPY!

One night, though, I got completely fed up! "That's it! I'm going to sleep, whether I like it or not?" (question mark because that even confused me). So I shut everything down. No T.V., no computer, no phone, nothing! I was ready to fall asleep. So I laid there. My attempt started at around 11, and I was very optimistic, "I'm about to be OUT!" As I laid in the darkness, and the time past, I got nothing. I stared at the ceiling for 36 minutes, and thought "I gotta clean my fan." I stared at my hand and realized that they were shaped weird.This went on for the next 3 hours and 15 minutes. Not even boring observations could put me to sleep. Then before I knew it, the sun started rising and my alarm went off. Not only had I not gotten any sleep but I was bored, I guess I was better off with terrible comics, and weird blogs after all.

​​Peer Editors:
- Dejah Harley
- Matthew Hamilton
- Anthony Buchanico
- Tamatha Lancaster
- Tyler Creighton

Everyone can relate to me, when I say we are all coming to that age. The one where we can say “I’m legal”, or to sass a teacher when they tell you “tilt your screens” and you mumble “I’m grown”, low enough for them to not catch your exact words but at a volume to make your peers chuckle.

For some accepting you’re aging is the challenge and taking on new responsibilities. For others planning the celebration would be one of the most challenging things. Well for me it is. Even though we consider ourselves to be “legal” or “grown” we still have those parents who cant let go, or at least loosen their grip. My friends and I decided to throw a hotel party together to all celebrate our 18^th year.

“Who are we inviting?” I asked eagerly.

“I don’t know everybody.”  My friend responded quickly.

“ C’mon were gonna get kicked out.” I said resisting her idea.

“It’s a risk you have to take.”

“ Wait how ya’ll paying for it and what ya’ll telling ya’ll parents?” A random voice added in.

“Look man we will worry about that when the time comes.” I said in a jokingly manner.

We then spoke realistically about our plans and decided to propose our ideas to our parents. As I was relaxed my phone rang, I received a text saying “What’s your mom’s number?”

I eavesdropped on the conversation between my mother and my friend’s mother. I could only make out a few words but I was sure when I heard “They think they’re grown.” Once you here that, its downhill from there.  I crept back into my room.

Soon after a brief conversation, the next thing I knew, the hotel party was on hold. I received a call from mom saying “I have plans this weekend I don’t plan on chaperoning.” 

With confusion I asked “what?”

I slowly came to the realization that my plans were falling apart. I asked her “how can you just volunteer yourself to attend my party mom I’m grown you don’t have to watch me or my friends?”  And she said “how old are you?”

Proudly I danced a little and I responded with “ I’m 18!”

She said “Right and until your 21 and can answer me without dancing I’m responsible for you. I will sleep on it.”

Where your finger tips and keys meet in harmony. A boy in School wrote a story that would change the WORLD as we know it! However; little did he know, he would occasionally glance at his TV and the Facebook as well as his Twitter feed.
The problem was that even before this story started, he spent almost 1 hour on trying to figure out what he wants to change in this world. So he sat and thought and thought and thou...Then it hit him! He was just too tired to write and decided he would leave his document with (In A World...) and leave his readers in somewhat of a suspense to see what happens next...

 My fingers slid across my bangs pushing them behind my ear. I knew they wouldn’t stay there but fall back towards my face. Still I wanted them out the way to think. Lightly my laptop made a buzzing sound from where it sat in my lap. Something about this all was not working. My mind had no thoughts what’s so ever passing through it. It was just kind of blank, almost like the little person inside of there just walked out on me when need.  I leaned backwards against my headboard closing my eyes. Without thinking I sad loudly to myself. “UGH I hate this! Why cant a write?! It’s just a story”

 Just then my mother looked into my room looking curiously and said “Hey there need help with something.” I tilted my head and opened one of my eyes. “Just writing a story mom” On her face there was a look that consisted of a mixture of please tell me my own kid did not forget how to write, interest like a little kid and why didn’t I tell her.  “Heyyyyy think I can maybe help,” she said like a kid, which couldn’t help but make you smile. “No thanks mom I can get this sooner or later….or really later..” I said smiling a bit. She pouted and said awed before shuffling out of my room. Of course I knew it was jokingly. She always used her kid act at times for fun.

 Once she left I leaned back on my bed again trying to think of an idea. I tried everything I could to get some sort of creativity going. Shuffled through iTunes, imed friends and played a puzzle game. Still I had nothing that inspired me to write. Mentally I had given up and that was the moment it hit me. I shot right up and began writing. Grinning at my laptop and said to myself thinking I was a genius “A story about a story…how perfect...” Before I allowed to let myself let out my genius life I continued to type on happily.

I think we all remember THAT date, one awkward one that we wish we could forget, but doesn't seem to leave.  This was one of those dates.  In his defense, perhaps he saw it as a mere friendly outing, where chivalrous gestures are not expected.  I guess I missed that memo.

He had invited me to the movies, nothing too special or significant.  It was an action movie. Batman? Perhaps.  As my dad drove me to the theater, I remember the butterflies that come at the beginning of any relationship.  What can I say?  I liked the guy.  My dad passed me a 20 as I opened the door.  Though I didn't expect to use it, I stuffed it in my pocket.  

I met him in the lobby.  We saw a few friends and waved.  He let me order my ticket first.

"Regular admission for the 3:50 show, please."   

"Make that two," he said over my head.

I smiled.  He was going to pay for me.

"You want to split it? 10,10?"

My face must've said it all.  The ticket clerk interrupted my utter surprise. 

"You're not paying for her? You have to."

"Next time, dude."

I faked a smile and passed him my money.  We weren't going on another date; that much was clear.  

​I hate riding the subway. The noise of steel and static-ey intercom voices gives me a nauseating headache. So it was a normal train ride. Babies crying, loud cell phone conversations and the stench of sweat and corn-chips. I was sitting in the single seat, reading the Unlitter Us ads when the train stopped at Hunting Park Station. A flood of people got on, including two staggering men who were carrying duffle bags and a bottle of OE. Seconds after the door closes these two fools start arguing about killing each other. One sips on the forty to long and the other gets mad and starts yelling about a gun in his duffle bag. Now by this time people get up and start running. I didn't waste anytime to follow. I not usually a follower but when people start running I run too. So I ran. 

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It had been a very long day full of the usual stressing school activities. My mood had been unusual and my friends were having bad day and because my Beth and I are so close the mood was affecting me tremendously and I held on to false smile that would reassure her. I went through the motions of my usual day and breathed a sigh of relief when I came home. A hot shower and lotion should have made the world a much better place, but it didn't. And then I came downstairs and found my family talking and my baby sister, Marie, laughing hysterically. She ran from her chair yelling, "Hi! Hi! Hi," and smacked right into my leg where she hugged me and ran away. I sat down with my lotion and rubbed some into my bruised leg, Marie asked if she could have some and then she rubbed lotion into her legs. And my mother and I cracked up laughing at the crazy baby. Her toenails are currently blue and her fingernails are black and after this new development in her appearance she ran to my mother saying, "Mommy! Look, my fingers pretty," in a garbled version of English. And my bad mood was lifted away and replaced with an honest-to-goodness smile.

Most 9 year olds, spend their birthday, playing and having fun. Taking in presents and eating lots of cake. They spend the whole day with everyone they love showering them with love...my 9th birthday...wasn't like that.

For my 9th birthday, I chose to have a skating party. I invited all the kids from my class, as well as my family. Everyone was having fun, skating and taking. After skating around for 100 laps, I wanted to see how many of my relatives could skate. I got my dad, aunts, and cousins to join in on the fun, but mom wouldn't. So, I got a pair of skates with her, and took her out on the rink myself. At first, she was shakey but soon she was able to move on her own. Happy that she was going, I took my mother's hand and skated with her, but then things took a turn. Before I knew it, I heard "Kimberlea! Let go!", and everything go black,

I found myself, laying on the hard wood of the skating rink with a huge pressure on top of me. I didn't know what happened, until I heard myself say "mom, could you please get off of me??"
My mother had fallen down, pulled me down with her, and managed to fall on me.

That was a birthday to remember.

"Que Cera, Cera"

Well, since this is my first blog post, this may come off as more of a journal entry than a story so just bear with me.  yesterday was February 7th, a.k.a, Superbowl Sunday. Of corse there were parties to attend all over the city but i decided to go to one with my friends, the one being hosted by the girl ive had a crush on for a long time, but i'll get back to that.  Yesterday was not a day completely full of fun that i wish it had been.  A couple of days ago a dear friend of mine had fallen into a coma, and had not woken up since, and yesterday, he went completely brain dead and they ended up pulling the plug on him.  It was a heart breaking moment to have another friend snatched away from me so quickly.  I stayed i