narrative 2 - Bullying . The victim.

I'm walking down the halls, and everyone stares after me in lust. They want to be my friend, they want to be just like me. I recieve high-fives and nods of recognition, and the worlds a happy place. I'm happy and I feel as if nothign can beat me.

Then the screaming alarm clock wakes me from the dream I wish could be my reality. I pull the blanket over my head and try to get myself back to where I just was, but my mother comes in and tells me to get ready for school. Get ready for a school that is nothing like in my dreams.

It doesn't matter if I tell anyone how I feel, they won't listen. All I know is I won't take this much longer. So I jump up and throw on my tattered shirt, hand me down jeans and cheap shoes. I then eat my stale cereal, then head for the bus. This is when the torture starts. Tony is on there, and he's the most popular guy in school. Everyday is pure torture with him around, but no one seems to notice but his friends who laugh along.

It starts with spit balls and gum thrown in my hair; then when we reach Richwood High, they stalk me down the corridor and antagonize me trying to scare me.

'Brian! Come here f*gg*t! Tony yells, making his friends laugh even harder. I learned early to just keep walking but today is different, he has a surprise for me. He pulls me into the bathroom, and before I know it my head is face first into the toilet. Welcome to the world of swirley.

After ten minutes of pure hell, they finally get bored and leave. I wait a minute to make sure they're gone before slumping down to the floor and crying. That's all I need is more nicknames like 'crybaby', or 'wimp.'

Soon enough I calm down enough to look at my watch. I'm late for class, so I have to jog to get there. The only recognition I get is a detention slip for lunch. Nothing at all like in my dream.

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Sooner then I think, my lunch detention is finished, and there's only 15 minutes left until next period. It hasn't been a half bad day, no conact with Tony since this morning. MAybe be went home. So I go to the cafeteria and buy myself a slice of pizza.

I relax and start to eat, but I was celebrating too soon. Mid chew, I taste paint and feel it running down my face. Im now purple and Tony and his gang run laughing as hard as they can.

I quickly jump to my feet and run as fast as I can out of the school. The wind is drying the purple paint into my hair, as tears mix in. I have no idea where i'm running too, I just need to get away from the laughing school population.

Before I know it i'm home and I suddenly know what i'm looking for. A way out. No one's home, so no one can stop me. I saunter down the hallway to my parents closet. Suddenly I drop to my knees in search of the box.

Inside that box is my way one ticket to a better place. The pistol who is now my friend, is cool to the touch, and as I load it It makes me feel relieved.  I bring that pistol to my temple and take a few deep breaths. I'm finally done with the pain, I'm finally going to be happy in a place filled with people who love me. My finger twitches the trigger and all thats left is blood and paint. I'm finally complete.



Where Im From - September 2011

I come from a world full of struggles, where no one can see my pain.

Thinking about how times have passed, and life has changed.

My crayons are now drugs, my juice has some extra ingrediants. Sex is the center of the universe and you can't go a day without drama.

Blood is pouring, and pills are dissolving, the world is disappearing but not soon enough.

 I light up, and haul on my cigarette trying to numb some of the pain, think to myself  'daddy, i'm coming home to stay.'

 I wake up and wonder where I am. Hear sounds all around me and know, Im still in a place I hate. A few tests later, and I now know my attempt didn't fail. I'm now a murderer, and I feel so empty.

If only I could go back and the struggles of life would change. But as they say, every death brings new life; But how can so much joy, be caused by so much pain? 

One Hit - a narrative by Erica Cooke.

Breathless, Disoriented, Scared. The crystally soft looking powder, that looked as if it could cause no harm three months ago how no over taken my life. Nothing seems like its real anymore; The only real thing I know right now is the pounding footsteps hitting the uneven forest ground.

The cops are relentless chasing after me, or so I think. Like i already told you the differene between reality, and fantasy anymore. Things weren't always this way though; in one hit this demon captured me forever.

'Come on!' This monster urges me on. 'You'll love me, what could go wrong?'

I didn't know then what i know now. Everything can go wrong. It caused me to lose my true friends, family, home, and money. No longer have an ambition for school, but instead I do have to things. A criminal record, and the monster.

It's as if it feeds on my soul. It needs me so it can survive. Suddenly, as i'm lost in this dream, I collapse into the moist mush of forest ground, unable to run any further, although I dont know why. As i lay there, I think back to a time when life wasn't so difficult; before everything could, and did go wrong. I'm four again, tears roll down my face as I watch my parents drive away from the perschool. My biggest fear then was having my mommy and daddy leave me.

How much this cruel world has taught me since then. It has taught me things that even with countless amounts of love, everyone dies sometime.

Curled into a fetal position, I think of when it all started how I got where I am. Seventh Grade. My first year of high school. The same day I smoked my first cigarette, is also the same day I had my first drink. Until ninth grade, I would do all my school work during the week, and party during the weekend.

Then I met Ecstasy. I skipped class, quit my job, and ended up failing the year. Ecstasy then introduced me to nine mm. IT was essential he went with me everytime I needed to go see her. It causes me to get kicked out of my house, and almost sent to Juvinal Detention In Mirimichi. After three months in a group home, Ecstasy and I were no longer allowed to see each other. Partying went back to weekends, and my grades when back up. I could now move home.

Everything went smoothly the rest of the year. Until the last day of school. That was when they told me he was gone. .My father was dead. Quickly my life went back into turmoil. I had no grasp of time, and I was unable to slow this downward fall into alcohalism, and drug abuse once again. And now here I am. Breathless, Disoriented, Scared, with white under my nose. This won't last much longer; and I dont know yet, but I'm about to black out; and with what just might be my final breath I say to myself, " and it all started with one hit. "

* I wrote this narrative at the first of my school year. Most of this is true facts of my life, with some more of what could've been. Since then I have changed once again, and I feel better about my self. Im still here. The monster couldn't have me anymore. *



Movie Review - The Fat boy Chronicles

The Fat Boy Chronicles.

Everyone hates school. But for Jimmy Winterpock, it's almost unbareable. All of his life he had been bigger then the rest of the crowd, but at 14 and weighing 188 pounds he realizes he needs a change.

This movie is an inspiration for everyone who isn't 'small enough' and always thinks they need to lose a few pounds. For you girls out there you just might lose those pounds in tears at parts. If you aren't into a 'sappy chick flick', this movie is may or may not be for you. But even if youre 'a real man' and would never wach these movies, you might like how he strives to complete his challenge.

This will inspire you to put down that popcorn, and go for a jog if you feel like you're not good enough.