SNAPSHOT! Injury

On a day where the wind blew extravagantly I, Samantha, injured myself. As usual the crowd of peanut butter jelly sandwich kids played hide and go seek. I couldn't seem to stay in the game. I pouted my little Sketcher shoed feet on the Spring green grass and told all the other kids that It wasn't fair. It wasn't fait that I had no good hiding places and I got seeked first; of course it probably didn't help when I wore a bright red, scruffy play shirt. So with the cooperation of all the other elementary school kids we played hide and go seek in partners. I thought my group would win since I had the oldest kid. He helped me hid and run through the yard without getting caught. Before we began my stomach growled loudly, I became extremely hungry. The growling roared like a lion and tickled me tummy. So I went into my neighbors breshly cleaned house to eat a scrumptous strawberry flavored waffer cookie. I quickly grabbed the waffle texturized cookie and rain out into the ghastly wind. My partner, Jeff, grabbed my arm and we ran from the seeker like a herd of antelope running from a lion. As we ran on the slick grey floor of the garage we came nearing the door. As the wind blew at its best right when I was running through it, it grabbed the door and slammed it right on my fingers. The door set frozen on my fingers with the strawberry waffer cookie crumbling in between the door as well. The pain came flying down my arm and into my fingers. The color of red blood formed around the frame of the door. My voice squeled loudly and I couldn't quite breathe. The cookie no longer in the place of my hands rested on the grass floor as my fingers were mangled and red, almost like spaghetti.

Journal Entry #2

The night is young and Megan and I begin to get ready. Blush powder and Kenra brand hairspray fill the air. We both take a step out of the room to catch a wimpse of fresh air. The radio begins to play one of the hottest songs out there and we jump up and begin dancing and singing along. The rest of the girls keep texting us saying that we are late. We quickly dress ourselves in the latest fashion and throw on a few beaded accessories. As we head out the door Megans mom yells a curfew, but of course we "don't hear it".
Driving down the road we become excited and anxious to get to dinner. We blare our favorite music on the radio and dance while carefully driving. The text messages keep flying into my inbox with rude messages, "you better be here soon". I reply politely letting the other groupies know that we are on the way and to hold their horses, I mean the birthday girl is allowed to be late, fashionably late that is.
Finally we find a parking spot miles away from the restaurant. We hurriedly run through the parking lot to meet the girl a few minutes, more like fifteen minutes, late. As we turn around the corner we run into two slow walking guys. The four of us stop in our tracks and I get this "hello what are you thinking" look on my face. The guys take a look at us and smile. Megan and I smile back and accept each others apologies. Those guys were not only beautiful but sweet as can be. This little incident of course made us eighteen minutes late which by then we didn't care.
Approaching the table full of our closest friends Megan takes a deep breathe and takes another step forward to be surprised by the yell of, "Happy Birthday Megan!" Her body jumps and she has the biggest grin on her face. Everyone was there, dressed to impress and happy as can be. Besides the fact that I was jokingly yelled at for making the birthday girl late, everyone was glad to see me too. The dinner plans turned out amazing and the food tasted fantastic. I was so happy to make Megan's birthday an extravaganza. This is something she really needed, Megan had had a rough year with her parents and the, what we now call, LAMO boyfriend, Megans smile needed to be rejuvinated.

SNAPSHOT! very personal(but i'm okay with it)

Intense Moment:

I remember sitting in my, at the time, pastel purple room working diligently on my seventh grade math homework. It was a nornal day, so I thought, until my dad came home early. He was kind of feeling out of the ordinary and got the urge to actually get the mail. He noticed something odd, a letter that made him feel funny. So he opened the mystery piece of mail. Not too long after my mother walked in the door after her long day and saw my dad just kind of looking over the mail. She felt like something was wrong when my dad didn't even acknowledege her. All of a sudden I hear my dad ask my mom to sit at the table with her. I become suspicious so I quietly set down my pencil and walk to my bed. The walls at my house are pretty lame so I hear everything downstairs. I sat holding my breathe so I wouldn't miss a word and heard my parents arguing and yelling and arguing and some more yelling. I could hear my brother turn up the volume on his TV, he too was sitting in his room but unlike me he didn't care to hear it. I was so noisy and I wished I hadn't been. I actually wished I hadn't even been there that night. My stomach became tight and my mouth ran dry as I still sat and listened for over an hour. Finally, my eyes begin to gently water when I hear my mother sobbing too. All I hear is, "I'm sorry i'm sorry i'm sorry." This makes me feel sick on my stomach, because I know something BAD is happening. As I anticiapate my mom or dad to stop talking, I hear my mom rush outside with the dooor slamming behind her. Her black Conocorde Chrysler starts up and she pulls out of he driveway. I feel like the air is thick and I can't gasp any of it. I want to run after her and go with her but my body freezes in amazement. Could this really be happening to my family? As I grow angry and red in the face my hands become clamy and I start to pack my own duffle bag thinking like i'm going to run away...not. I hear saddened foot steps come down the hall and into my room. It's my dad, tall and skinny, with the look of depression on his face. He quietly calls my brother into my room and lets us know what is happening. I pour out in tears and feel even sicker on my stomach. My dad comforts me and lets us both know things will get better and will be okay. The intensity of that night was high, with heart pounding adreneline, sweaty palms, and tears pouring like Niagara Falls, I knew this moment was perfect to type.

Journal Entry #1

If love were real....

I'll know when it comes:

the heart clenching feeling when hands are held,

the butterflies in my stomach, the tingle of that meaningful

kiss and the shiver of a carefree life.

If love were real....

It wouldn't hide behind a tree and jump out

ever so often. It won't play a game of hid and go seek,

it will stand boldly in front of me with a tender heart

and a lending hand. It will never walk away or hide. Its' truth will

unfold before me and pour its meaning into my own heart.

If love were real.

Who Am I

I am confident

I am strong

I am willing

I am BOLD

I am contagious

I am loved

I am atheletic

I am tough on myself

I am female

I am independent

I am a SENIOR

I am a suck up

I am a leader

I am a perfectionist

I want peace

I need advice

I need friends

I need money

I can be funny

I can be mean

I can be bossy

I love my friends

I love my family

I love my prized possessions

I love to dance

I love to "sing"

I love to go out

I love to dress up

I love to shop

I love to be myself

I do get confused

I do ask questions

I do make mistakes

I am controlling

I am flirtatious

I am caring

I am responsible

I am true

I am Sam.