Just a Thought

     All anyone ever wants in life is to find love. To find someone worth spending their time and dedication on. To someone who won't give up after an extended period of time. The feeling of loving... of being loved... is an unexplainable emotion. It's the sense of never being alone, a sertain sense of security, a set goal with someone who doesn't irritate you.
    Yet, everyone is scared of taking risks with their emotions. It's that fear that holds people back. If anyone is like me, they get intimidated by attractive people... which sucks. Because having that fear holds you back from meeting pretty amazing people. You can't blame anyone if you miss your cance with someone because you're scared... that's all on you.

The Sniper.

I'm a freshman in high school. I know my level of understanding literature is way above the level that I'm put at. Tonight in my English class, I had to read a story. The story was titled, "The Sniper". It was not at all, a bad portion of the book itself. From the part I read this book is clearly about a guy in the army. The author calls him, the sniper. He's hiding on top of this building, trying to refrain from being caught or discovered. He peers over the ledge a few times and takes swigs from his flask. For a moment he debates on whether or not he should take a hit of his cigarette. The flame from the match makes him perceptible. He gets shot in the left forearm. He lays there misrepresenting himself as dead. The shots stop. He quickly picks up his gun and fires at his enemy. Dead. He had killed the other man. He rolls over to poor his whiskey over the injured part of his arm, opens a pocket knife and covers it with a cotton ball and ties a part of his sleeve over it to contain the blood from oozing out even more than it did. He peers over the wall and detects an old women walking over to a car. She tells a man in the car where he is hiding and points to make it clear as to what the conversation was like. They start shooting. The sniper, gets shot again. He dangles his arms over the wall and drops his sniper down to the floor. The speed away. The sniper crawls to cascade down to the ground. He hides behind a corner, listening. There are faint shots in the background but all is quiet in his area. He hustles across the street to see who the man was. Maybe he knew him. About half way across the street, a machine gun fires at him. The sniper throws himself face first to the floor to, once again, make it seem as if he was dead. Fortunately, he was next to the man he shot. He rolls the body over. To his astonishment, he was staring at the dead lifeless face of his own brother.

School Assignments

Have you ever had to write a review on Google products? Well doing that at 8:00am isn't the best way I want to spend my time. Google is the best way I can think of to stay intouch with, well- everything. From simple images to business and finance, you can use Google for everything. People, like me, especially teenagers would rather spend their time of the popular website Facebook. I know I do. Writing amature reviews is a waste of my time. Well digging further into this assignment, I found out many things about Google I didn't already know. Seems to me that this torture is finally getting useful for something.

The man who never was

One autumn night, just before twilight Token went to look for his big blue ball. He went down the left path and the right path, it wasn't there. Token looked down the center path. It was long, dark, and foggy. Token started his journy. Along the Token encountered 3 mishaps. The first was buy the grey roses, not too far from the park. He had discovered a silver heart still beating. Terrified, Token ran deeper into the path- the second encounterment was thirteen feet from the river, he had tripped over the bottom half of a man's body. Token ran in terror. Screaming he ran into someone- something. It held out his hand and Token held on to it. Walking just a bit farther he found the ball. As Token reached to pick it up he noticed the feeling of his body fadeing.. The hooded figure was turning him into silver. Token slowly crawled, the figure right behind him. Token- reaching for his next move, had discovered a butcher knife. Using it to cut away at his heart- as Token reached inside he noticed his blood was a runny silvery substance-at that moment he realized that the hooded figure was.......