Month: April 2010

Hi, guys!! This is the third part in the story! Here it is:

“It’s time to switching classes,” Mr.Fielder’s voice announced. I stood up and made my way towards the way I thought was the door. That was until I felt a hand on my shoulder. “The door is this way,” Jake’s voice reminded me. My face grew red as i followed Jake towards the door. Just as I was stepping out I heard another boy call to Jake, “Hey! Jake wait up!” I felt Jake slow down next to me, so I turned. Even though I couldn’t see I wasn’t going to be rude and act as though he wasn’t there. I felt the heat of another body draw up next to Jake. “Um..hi,” the boys voice faltered a bit. “Hi,” I answered, staring at him with my sightless eyes. “This s Chad,” Jake introduced me, “he’s a friend of mine.”  I smiled and nodded. Chad seemed nice enough. “So what’s your next class, Aria?” Chad asked me as we continued walking. “I go to History next,” I explained as we stopped by my locker. I opened it and pulled out a note book with History printed on it. Then I continued along side Jake. “Teacher?” he asked. “Mrs.Ketty,”was my unfortunate answer. “Great! You and I are in the same class,” Chad said, “but sadly so is Diana.” “Who is Diana?” I asked. “The most popular, showoff, and know-it-all in the 6th grade and probably in the whole of middle school. Heather is her side-kick or as she likes to call her self: ?”best friend”.” Chad explained. I sighed.

Finally, we got to a door which Jake told me was where he had to leave Chad and me because he had Math now. I felt the braille and felt it read : HISTORY, in bolt braille. I pushed open the door and walked in. Chad followed me. Inside, unlike my homeroom, it was silent. I stood next to the door way and heard Chad hurry over a desk.

“I see our new student has come today,” a thin voice called from behind me. I turned, even though I couldn’t see her, and knew at once that Mrs.Ketty was not going to be her favorite teacher.

“Well then, “she said, “Why don’t take a seat next to Giana?”

I grumbled under my breathe then I said more loudly, “I can’t see Gina.”

“Well, obviously, ” Mrs. Ketty snapped, “Your turned the wrong way, your supposed to be facing the other way.”

I turned, “I still can’t see Gina.”

“Young Lady! What are you trying to tell me?” Mrs. Ketty screeched.

“I’m blind,” I replied patiently.

I faced her again and felt her take a step back at first, then she grabbed me by my wrist and yanked my down a row of desks. Next thing I knew I was thumped into a chair and my butt was stinging as though a wasp of bee had stung it hard.

To be Continue….

Have you ever seen someone get totally embarrassed and you think, ‘oh, poor them’. Yeah well today that was me, Jess McKnight the most unlucky girl in the world. I know what your thinking, she’s exaggerating, how bad could it be. No. It was horrible. And if you don’t believe me you can stop reading, because you’re about to be proved wrong. So, I wake up like any normal day and go to school. As soon as I get there things are strange. There’s a news station outside the school talking about school expectations. I walked inside the lobby an everyone is rushing about, sweeping, and putting up flowers. When I got to class it was eerily quiet, I suspected the teachers threatened to punish the students if they were loud and the camera’s came in. And unfortunately, they did come in, just as I about to make the biggest mistake of my life. When our teacher, Mrs.Sandy was preparing our room she accidentally dropped the flower vase. And I, begin who I am, got up to help her but the water was clear and I couldn’t see it. And sadly I tripped, which sucked because the cameras where right on me. And you would think they’d be nice and not show it on Channel 5 News. You wold be wrong. They decided to do a whole segment on how school’s weren’t safe anymore. And I was blamed because I helped the teacher, unbelievable. I sat in the puddle of water for what seemed like eternity, but only about 3 seconds. I could feel my face red hot from embarrassment and hatred for all the people  who had laughed. I got up and brushed myself off, no help from my teacher. About 5 seconds later I looked back to the place I’d fallen and the water was gone, but no one had gone back there to clean it up. It was like it had just evaporated into thin air, and the flowers were just dust. Yes, all dust.

Hi! I’ve decided to continue writing : True Seer. This turning into a series, though. Please continue with the comments!

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I followed Jake to my new homeroom. I heard the sound of Jake opened the door. I waited for him to go inside. Then I realized that he was waiting for me to enter first. I smiled and walked into the room. Inside I could hear kids talking and Whoosh! a paper airplane glided past my ear. I felt Jake  come to stand by me, “Come on, I’ll introduce you to the teacher.”

I follow Jake step by step to Mr.Fielder’s desk. Suddenly, I bumped hard into the desk. I heard pencils, papers, and what-not fall onto the ground. I also heard the class grow silent.

“Oh, dear!” I heard a man’s voice cry. Then I was on my hands and knees picking up pencils. Jake followed and I could feel the heat of a third body next to me, picking up the scattered papers.

“I am really sorry,” I said hastily handing the man a handfull of pencils.

“Oh, well,” the man said cheerfully, “My desk needed to be cleaned anyway. There was getting to be quite a pile of papers up there.” Then he seemed to realize he had never seen me before, “Your our new student! I see Jake has shown you to my classroom.” I heard Jake move away and knew he had taken his seat. Now I was alone with the teacher.

“I want you to introduce your self to the class,” he explained.

I nodded and turned towards the group of kids. I heard a gasp , a few snickers and shushing. I took a deep breath and began, ” My name is Aria. I am a swimmer. I am blind. I have one violet eye and one gray eye. I am good at art. Any kind.” It was the most I have ever spoken to a whole class at one time. Most of the time at my old school, the people were so retarded that when ever I opened my mouth to speak, most of the class would start laughing, as if it was the most funny thing they ever heard even if I hadn’t uttered a word.

“Good.” Mr. Fielder said warmly, “Take the seat next to Heather.”

I shuffled my feet and started, “Well, sir, I can’t see Heather.”

I heard Mr.Fielder clear his throat and I guess if I could see him he would be blushing. “I’m sorry ,Aria,” he said loudly, ” Heather, come lead Aria to her desk.”

I heard the sounds of feet sliding out from under a desk and then making their way up the isle towards me. “Follow me,”came a cocky voice.

I groaned inwardly. A Popularity Freak. I could tell from the way her voice sounded that she wasn’t going to be my favorite girl. I wanted to shout, “I’m supposed to sit next to her!?” But I followed her anyway. I slid into my seat as the teacher began the lesson.

To be Continue….

Once upon a time
There was crow name Katie
Her beak was full of cheese patties
There came a sly fox
With a smile on its face
It start with an,” Hello,
You are the most beautiful bird
as sweet as jello!
I bet you can sing as good as you look”
Just a little flatter it took
So poor Katie with a glee start to sing
And cheese pattie falls down with a, “Clink!”

Before poor Katie could chirp

The fox garbed the cheese
He gobbled it down with slimy slurp
And walked away with big fat burp!!!

The End

Hey! I am writing this only to see how you guys like it. Write comments if you think I should or shouldn’t write this. If you say I should this might become a series.  P.S. Tell me is I should change anything.

Part #1

“ Have a good first day, Aria,” my mother called from the open window of her car. I mumbled back a reply. I pushed a lock of my jet black hair behind my ear as I entered the large door of Creek Bridge Middle School. Kids were chatting and making a loud racket.  I felt the piece of paper in my hand. My locker was #112 and my combination was 53018. As I made my way through the halls I felt eyes glancing curiously at me. I found my locker and put in the combo.

“You’re new right?” a voice from the locker next to mine asked. I knew with out having to look that it was a boy who had addressed me.

“Ya,” I replied, “I am new.” When I turned to him I could feel a moment of shock emanating from him, but he got himself under control. I knew what had startled him. He had seen my eyes. One was violet and the other was gray. I had  felt as though the kids at my old school had never let me fit in. I hoped the kids here would be different.

“Are you okay?” the boys voice sounded concerned.

“Yes,” I said turning back to my locker, “Why wouldn’t I be?”

“Well…” he sounded unconformable, “Your eyes are, well, kinda glazed, like you couldn’t see me.”

I turned back to him as I closed my locker, “I can’t, ” I told him, “I am blind.”

“How are you going to find your class?”

I shrugged. I hadn’t thought of that.

“Who’s your homeroom teacher?” he asked.

“Mr.Fielder.” I replied.

“Cool,” he said, “he’s my homeroom teacher too. I could walk with you to class.”

I nodded. I’d like that.

As we walked to class he asked,” What’s your name?”

“Aria. Aria Contrue.” I answered, “And yours?”

“My name is Jake, but everyone calls me J,” he replied.

That’s how I first met my to-be best friend. He helped me most on my mission.

“So were are we going to eat?” I asked looking up at Blake’s handsome face.

“Well, I was thinking we could have a picnic,” Blake looked at me and smiled, “If that’s all right with you?”

“Of course it’s all right!!!” I laughed, “I love the outdoors!!”

“Really?” Blake looked at me and raised an eyebrow, “I thought it was against some Bridget law to like the outdoors.”

“Well yay… she’s not much of an outdoorsy kinda person…” I looked straight ahead and saw the park ahead of us. “Hey, what are we going to eat anyways?? I didn’t see you with a basket.”

He laughed, “It’s not really manly to carry a basket around! I hid it under a bush. We’re having turkey sandwiches, root beer, and some cookies if that’s all right?”

“Perfect!!!” I couldn’t wait. This was definitely the perfect date. Even though Bridget would probably break up with Blake right here. Bridget expected me to follow all her little laws. Don’t do this and if I ever see you wearing that color! Always smile… Never do that again… Just listen to me!!! Sky, you’re sooo clueless… I snapped out of my little daydream. We were at the park under a weeping willow. This was soooo romantic!!

“I’ll be right back,” Blake told me, “Don’t move a muscle!!”

“Fine…” I rolled my eyes. He smiled his heart melting smile and walked down the hill to get our food. My hair swirled around my face in the breeze. Maybe I should check my hair and makeup one more time… Nah! That was such a stupid thing to do. I slumped against the trunk of the tree and closed my eyes. This was were I wanted to be all the time… away from the chaos of popularity. I thought for the gazillionth time, who am I, really. I was positive that I wasn’t who I acted like I was. I was no popular girl, that I was sure of.

“Sky! Wake up!!” Blake teased. I opened my eyes and giggled.

“Fine!!!” I said, spreading out a blanket Blake had brought up. It was plain green, no red gingham. I don’t know why people think that if your going to have a picnic you have to have a red and white blanket! Blake set up our dinner and we had a great time. Sometimes we would laugh, but most of the time we ate in silence. It wasn’t an akward silence, we somehow communicated through just being silent… and I liked that.

“I’ll race you down the hill!!” Blake challenged. His eyes twinkled like a little boys.

“Ok!” I laughed, “No running I don’t have the shoes for that! Let’s roll down the hill, like we did when we were younger.”

“Your just soo0 picky!!” I shoved him hard with my elbow. “Oww!!!”

“Ready, set, GOOOO!!” I began rolling down the hill. Briget would never aprove of this,but I didn’t care. This was way funner than making out all night like Bridget would have done. I was having a ton of fun and I was with my dream guy. I reached the bottom of the hill laughing my head off.

“I wasn’t ready!!” Blake complained reaching the bottom of the hill. He picked me up and swung me around. “You got some twigs and leaves in your hair!” He picked out a few leaves.

“umm…” I was blushing like I had way too much makeup on.

“It’s ok, I like you like that,” Blake pulled me into a hug just to prove it. Then, he did something I thought he never would do… he kissed me. It was the kind of kiss that left butterflies in your stomach and made your heart ache with happiness.

I looked up into his dark black eyes and smiled, “We’re going to miss the movie.”

“Uhhhh…. Do you want to ditch the movie, I like it in the park,” Blake confessed.

“That’s 101% ok with me!” I rested my head on his chest and let out a sigh of releif. This was turning out to be a great night, more perfect than I could have imagined.

“Let’s go on the swings,” Blake offered. I nodded my head and we walked over to the swings. We sat still staring off into the woods. Our hands were intwined and when I began to shiver, Blake gave me his jacket.

“Thanks,” I slipped on the warm, black, leather jacket. It was way to big for me, but it’s warmth was inviting and it just proved that Blake cared.

You love him a little voice whispered in my head… You love him…

Okay, I’ve been having trouble thinking about that lately, so it is currently being postponed. It won’t be permanent, I promise that, but it may take me a while to get more inspiration.

BUT. I did get some inspiration from activites at school today, and I will be writing a story about a girl who is blind.

Although, I want some help on the title. I personally like the title ‘Tales of CoLoRlEsS Days’, but I wanted to know what you people think. Here are some choices:

Tales of CoLoRlEsS Days

CoLoRlEsS Days

See No Evil (actually, I do like this too :p. Then there may be multiple series at once…)

Lessons That You Can Never See

Life Without Sight (…)

Lessons Learned from The Blind

B L I N D

The Blind One

Yes, I did give you people a lot. You can choose about 3, maybe 4. But you don’t have to choose that many, nor can you choose more that that.

You Remind Me

Your eyes remind me
dark chocolate.
Your smile reminds me
of pearls.
Your hair reminds me
of a clear night sky.
You remind me
of an angel.

The beauty in fire,

The way a wild fire’s flames lick the life from the plants and animals around it.

The way a house fire fills the house with thick black smoke.

The way fire destroys everything around it.

But, the forest fire always renews life.

House fire builds a new home.

If we look past all the destruction we can see,

The Beauty in Fire.

Idioms

- by Gracie Blucher

I learned about idioms yesterday.

It was a piece of cake.

We had to do a paper.

I partnered with Dani

Cuz two heads are better than one.

My friend told me a secret.

I let the cat out of the bag.

I bent over backwards for Liz.

I… I have to bite my tongue.

Do you get what I’m saying?

Good. We’re on the same page.

Yesterday was icing on the cake!
I felt on top of the world!

But today, I got up on the

Wrong side of the bed.

My mom was acting odd.

I spied on her, but

Curiosity killed the cat

And me. I need to learn not to

Cry wolf.

Oh well.

here i am

there you are

the invisible line stands between us

the one of friends and more

can i cross?

no i must wait

i must wait for these old wounds to heal

the wounds from the last time i crossed the line of

friends or MORE

Some people think that spring does not bring all it should;but I assure you it surely would. Find a way to show that light, make it good make it bright. The Lucky stars we see at night, are maybe not at springs delight. But if think that it could be right, for spring to sing all through the night. But if you think that it is right, sing o merry kids through the night.

You ice skate.

You horseback ride.

You play the games I play.

You…

You are incredible.

Sometimes, when I feel jealous of your success

Your fantastic, incredible success

I remind myself that you are my best friend.

And I feel better again.

You are passionate.

You have been awarded statewide honors.

You…

You are my BFF.

(This poem is dedicated to my BFF, Kayleigh. You are truly amazing!)