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I sat in front of my laptop screen with a blank face. Life felt so pressured at that moment. I needed to make a story and upload it to a blog for class. It was so difficult. My mind was cloudy at the time. Other thoughts were floating around my ideas.
"When will she text me? What other homework do I have left to do? What am I going to do when I'm done?" These thoughts kept disrupting my focus. I couldn't concentrate. After a couple minutes of useless thoughts, it hit me. I could write a story about anything. So I decided to write a story about the moment of myself writing this story you are reading now.

​​ It was one of my final couple days me and cousin Tracy would be spending with my aunt Juanita in Princeton. We had gone out shopping and on our way to Walmart when on a when Tracy turned off the road and onto the highway.
"Lets mix it up! We are going to the beach"
I grinned excitedly from the backseat of the car. For me random little mix up like these I lived for and if it involved the beach I was triple excited. The trip passed by for a long while as I zoned out listening to a shuffle of Owl City's Ocean Eyes on my iPod. All the windows had been rolled down to cool out the hot car. Though it was a bit uncomfortable I ignored it at the thought of the trip being worth it.

 Over a hour into our trip Juanita convinced Tracy we needed more sunscreen and hats to protect ourselves from the sun one we arrived at the beach. Tracy turned the car into a random K-mart (I thought it was funny that we found one of the competitors to the place we actually meant to go to) parking lot. We got out the car, as I did I grabbed the dress I bought earlier in the day. To me it was not only as chance to literally feel cooler in the high heat but perfect moment to wear it. Once inside the store I asked a clerk inside if I could use their restroom or changing room which they allowed. Excitedly I went and changed before me and Tracy went on a scavenger hunt trying on hats and to find better sunscreen. Once done we returned to the car again and jetted off down the high way.

 Within another hour or so we arrived in a small beach town that we didn't even know the name of (and we still don't.) We drove through the town till we got to the other side to the beach. Quickly we found a parking spot then all climbed out. I dug in my purse fishing out my camera then hide my purse with in the seats again. We headed up the boardwalk and walked along. Many people were heading off the beach walking over to restaurants, walking along the board while others were still camped out with their families watching and playing in the waves. I looked around happily snapping away with my camera. After walking for a bit we bought some waters and sat on the side of the board walk looking at the shore line as the sunset began. I sat their admiring it then picked up my camera and tried to time it till I got the perfect shot. When I looked at the screen on my camera I felt proud feeling it was one of the best photos I had taken. The best photo taken on a random family trip that I would never forget.

There once was an island made of chocolate. It rested in the northernmost part of the world and the frozen milk chocolate land held itself proudly and supported the gingerbread people that lived upon it. The meager homes of the ginger-people were made of ginger-elder bodies and ice cream, which may seem cruel but was all they could do to create a shelter for the roots of the taffy trees that held jelly bean fruit dug deeply into the chocolate earth and could not be cut down. The ginger-people of this chocolate land kept up their health by drinking milk from their magical lakes and feasting on the bodies of sour patch children that were scattered along their island.These ginger-people lived in peace and happiness for hundreds of years, oblivious to the world around them.

One day years later…

A ginger-child with golden brown skin and white, creamy hair was out playing and hadn't come home. It was a Sunday and most of the ginger-people had spent the day in their homes with their families when suddenly the village could hear screams of this young child. The mother ran out of her home to look for the ginger-child when she realized she couldn't move. Her feet had stuck in the chocolate ground around her and when she realized she couldn't move she called to her ginger-husband. He stood at the door of his home and did his very best to pull her out, but couldn't manage. He went inside his home, used his magical box that connected them to world through something called the inter-web and looked for a way to save his wife and child from the embrace of their chocolate island.

He found that at a certain temperature chocolate melted! This melting was causing the softening of his chocolate earth and this is how is lover and child became caught. He also found that this change in temperature was due to a magic spell called Global Warming that was being cast by evil witches and warlocks that lived across the globe. What did this mean for his island?For weeks and weeks he researched and thought of new ways to fix this melting of his island, but there was nothing he could do. And eventually, this chocolate island melted and became nothing more than a piece of the sea and the culture of the ginger-people was lost forever.

Bobby was walking in the school park when he figured out he forgot his dignity at his house. Bobby asked his friend johanna for a piece of his dignity.

B: Hey
J: Hey
B: You able to give me some dignity, I left mine at home.
J: Sure, how much do you need?
B:I need a lot actually because my parents are coming from Virginia to visit me and they are going to put me down because of the cheating incident.
J: Okay

Bobby was able to receive enough dignity to get through the weekend with his parents.

THe Protests of Egyptians Finally pays off when President  Hosni Mubarak finally resigns after 30 years in office. 

A Beffer is a best friend foreverrrrrrrr.....

My long strides matched the tempo of the music in my ears as I pushed myself even harder on the elliptical.  The timer read 23:29; my 30 minutes of cardio were almost over.  I turned my gaze back to the TV, showing Giada De Laurentiis frying chocolate ravioli for Valentines Day.  As she pulled the first one out of the pan, I saw a man standing beside me, too close to my body to have simply paused to watch the program.  I turned my head and smiled, realizing in the process that I recognized him.  

"Oh, hi! How have you been?" I asked, removing my earbuds.
"Pretty good.  How's Trevor?"
"Fine.  You know, just chugging along through middle school. And Ethan?"
"He's doing great."  An uncomfortable grin formed on his lips. "Are you almost done?"
"Yeah, I have about 5 more minutes." I said, deciding I could cut a few minutes out of my workout for his sake.
"Because I had signed up for that machine and-"
"Oh! I'm sorry.  Here, you can go ahead.  Sorry about that."

The hidden demand took me by surprise. I jumped off the machine and proceeded to wipe it down.  I bit my lip; no point in getting angry. I maintained my fake smile throughout the rest of the conversation.  Rarely was I kicked off a machine.  It happened occasionally with strangers, but never did I expect an acquaintance to deny me of my final five minutes.  

The other day when I woke up it was cold. When I went to take out the trash it was cold. When I was waiting for my bus it was cold. While waiting for my other bus it was cold. As I walked into school I was still cold. The room where I had my first class was cold. My second class was cold. The school bathroom was cold. The back stairways were cold, actually they're freezing. When I stepped outside of school to go home it was cold. While I was waiting for my bus it was cold. When I was waiting for my other bus it was cold. When I walked in my house it was warm. I like my house.

exhale ambitious girl,
nice and slow like a virgin,
listen broken hearted girl,
read your mind,
everytime i close my eyes ,
the closer i get to you

<3

Me: Kevin ( my younger brother) play monopoly with me!

Kevin: I don't feel like it kat.

Me: PLease I really wanna play!

Kevin: eww that's what she said.

Me:come on kevin, for real... Lets play man.

Kevin: I'm really tiered of loosing Kat, like the game god's hate me, I never get to pass Go, I always get sent to jail, I never collect Free Parking money I only end up buying the ghetto spots on the board and Im always first to be bankrupt, I really can not emotionally take it anymore.

Me:.... so no..?

Keving: No.

My favorite television couple ever; when she left, I cried my eyes out and Ronnie finally realized how broken she was.

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So last night was the funniest thing in the world. My brother sent my mother and I a box of chocolate covered fruit for valentines day along with a balloon. So I was sitting there with my mother and her friend and I noticed that my mom looked a little sad; so I decided to suck the helium out of the ballon to make my voice really high. I started talking and I sounded like I was apart of the cartoon. My mom laughed so hard that she was crying. I kept calling her and asking her if she wanted to try but she was laughing so hard that she couldn't speak. After all of the helium was gone, I was so high to the point that I thought my head was gonna roll of my shoulders. The funniest thing was that I had a terrible after taste in my mouth because the type of balloon it was. Usually I suck the chemical out of the rubber balloons but this time it was the metallic one. I was just happy I made my mother happy. 

Be it the 7 Eagles Jerseys, 9 Phillies Jerseys (1 of which is signed), 4 Flyers Jerseys (2 were actually worn on the ice), 4 Basketball Jerseys (1 is Michael Jordan’s McDonalds High School Jersey), 1 College Football Jersey (Joe Namath Alabama), as well as a jersey worn by Donovan Mcnabb in his rookie year, and many more jerseys that I have put away in my garage; But because of all of the choices, the one I have decided to wear today is just one of the many Phillies Jerseys, with the number of one of their “Aces” and Some of my friends have told me that I should consider selling some of my “Collection” or donate them to a charity that gives clothes to kids in poverty in third world countries, so I turned around and told them “You got to be out of your mind to even think for a second I would just give away these jerseys, but I suppose it would be a good thing,” so they told me “ that is just selfish if you think them kids don’t deserve to have them jerseys that you are not even wearing,” so being the type of person I am, I simply took only the jerseys that had no worth of EVER wearing and sent them to the charity organization that takes care of the distribution so a couple of days went by and I had received a couple of letters from places I had never heard of with pictures enclosed of the kids who got the jerseys.

I was sitting on the trolley on my way to 15th street, nothing unusual as so much goes for my daily routine. I get to 15th street and I begin to wait for the train to come rushing through on the tracks, standing as close as I can to the edge of the tracks so that I could feel the rush of air come through as the train passes. I look over to my right as I see a bunch of other kids harass this one other kid. The kids were speaking in a different language, sadly it was not Polish but something Slavic, probably Albanian. At the point when I looked over it was hard to tell if they were just playing around or if they were actually serious, but as time went by waiting for the train, I could tell that they were serious. I typically am the type of person that would not approach a problem if it is not mine because involving myself would only bring up a bigger problem probably for myself and the victim. As the train moves in on the tracks, I feel the whip of air hit me as it passes by. I could only help but think, how much that kind of bullying affects people and how it just can not be ignored sometimes. It really is a shame things come down to physical contact because of the weakness in other's people self esteem or even possibly boredom? What has this world come down to? What is our next generation going to be like, will things become worse? 

Victoria sat on the cushion of the windowsill in deep thought, switching between glancing down at the dark vacant street below her, which was occupied by only two sleeping cars; one blue, one white, and then up at the sparkling starry sky while she hoped that at least one of the burning bodies of gases had received all of her telepathic wishes and had sent her back some sort of confirmation that earlier that day when Bobby Johnson had approached her in the hallway and grabbed her hand to pull her aside to say “Vicky, I… well, we…. I mean, I should first say that I… no wait, she became…  sweet heart Lisa and I are having a baby,” he was jokingly referring to the most popular senior health project where the students pair up and take care of a child, and that when she laughed and shoved him playfully, replying, “Omigod, shut up- really? It’s such a shame; that child will die in days,” he would’ve smiled and agreed with a laugh of his own while wrapping his arms around her comfortably and reminding her of her future in bearing his children instead of remaining serious and grabbing her hand, holding onto it and refusing to let go until she undoubtedly understood that he was seriously and literally going to have a child with Lisa, who was not only her best friend since pre- school, but the one who had introduced Bobby to her as her first cousin, but dragging her along through this disturbing joke was just too much fun for him.    

As I watched his rehearsed, unduly ridiculous speech, which I had heard before on many occasion, with his overly fitted suited with matching printed tie screaming creepy politician who will stand in the crowd, kissing babies in hopes of reelection to keep his seat of power that he may not have truly deserved, if he politician’s uniform was not enough his tacky overly decorated office covered with awards, accolades, accomplishments, and newspapers covers with his gleaming white ‘trust-me-if-you-want-to’ smile screamed at me, giving me more than enough reasons to hate this city and its political leaders who we ignorantly allow to keep their positions, I knew that I did not want to be standing in the crowd of kids they believed were the best at a sport that they: 1. Knew nothing about 2. Couldn’t care less, and 3. Had no interest in learning more, we were just another step in his process to remain the sole ruler of our adjudication system, but there was one woman, whose name was Roxanne (her last name I cannot remember), the youngest judge in Philadelphia she stood at a height of about 5 foot, with her small stature that was covered by a black over sized judge robe, and a smile bright enough to make light up a dreary court room, she changed my opinion about our court system, even though we were not able to see her proceed over a real trial, her love for the law and everything it stands for protruded out louder the ignorant speech of district attorney.

 

If this house could talk, boy let me tell you it wouldn’t be happy.

Every word you here would be muffled by the cries

Of a house that’s been sufferin for so long, too long. 

This house has seen so many tears from so many eyes.

Its heard so many words from so many mouths

That are never meant to leave ya mind.

This house would be tellin you that it knows more pain than anyone should.

It knows a girl who has been crying for so long she forgot how to smile.

It knows her daughter who feels so unwanted

That she doesn’t think shes even worthy of this house she calls home.

It knows the mother, the one who tries to feel like everything is ok

Who doesn’t let no one see her cry

Who is a young mother and a young grandmother

Who hides those pills in her room till the time she needs them

This house knows the man who owns it

The man who instills fear in every person that steps in that house

The man who has hurt so many with the words of his mouth and the sting of his hands

Then this house would tell you how scared it is.

It would tell you that it is so scared

That little girl

Just a baby just turned 5

Hardly knows the world.

No one wants her to be like that sister of hers

No one wants her to grow up in pain

But this house is so scared because it knows that this little girl needs her sister

This house knows that this little girl will one day have to know

Her sister aint even her real sister

This house would tell you that it can see

This little girl is gonna have to live without a dad and with a broken mother.

So let me tell you if this house could talk there would be so much pain

Global warmin wouldn’t mean nothin 

The flood of our tears, of your tears would flood the world on its own.

When that day comes that this house does talk

Don’t ever forget that it is broken and in pain

But this house has always been strong enough

Strong enough to protect a family who needs love that this unspoken house gives.

​Minato Asagi was your normal high school student, who was an A, B student, captain of the kendo club, Student council member and boyfriend to the prettiest girl in school, Yukari Todowashi, and although he was average at most things, the one thing he excelled at over any other was card games; Be it Yu-Gi-Oh or Blackjack, Minato was the undisputed champion but, all of that changed when one day, when the resident reserved girl of the school, Hinata Yamagishi, beat him at his own game, then claimed to hate him and card games in general; Minato, determined to find out more, Minato follows her and is suddenly dragged into her world as they are attacked, his powers activate and he is teleported to the far off land of Sensori, where the monsters are abundant, people are warriors and any video game nerd would call paradise, and now, with his powers, his new teammate and his will, he must learn to survive and unravel the secrets in this card based death world as the clock