I was resting on a bench minding my own when a man came and sat next to me.  I could see he was holding something that smelled so amazing it made my beak start to water. I gave him a sweet chirp signaling I wanted some of what he had. Silly human picked off a small piece and threw it on the ground; no manners I thought. This angered me so I attacked his face. I was now after the entire thing. I heated brawl he smacked me back and I landed in this odd object, I was trapped. There were these smooth shinny square buttons so I pecked them and the object I was in began to move. Then I pecked something else and it was shooting rays of fire. I was going to get that bagel. I realized that the man was now holding my bagel in his grubby hands, I was going to call it a truce until he once again smacked me out of the way. My bagel flew into the box and knocked the red button, signaling the oddest looking bird I had even seen to come from the ground and blast straight to the sky. This man did it again, he flew into the sky with my bagel. I went after him and landed on his box, for a second we made eye contact, and then he let my bagel fall to the ground. Right before I caught my bagel I heard a loud explosion come from behind, I just didn't have time to stop and look, I had to get my bagel. At last I won, I had my bagel. Although it was cold it tasted like pure victory. Silly human. And then I was crushed by that odd looking bird. The end.

I have never been much of a cook, in fact my mother tries her hardest to keep me out of the kitchen. I have always had a horrible habit of burning everything I touched. If you gave me the I could probably burn toast. My grandmother is an amazing cook. I remember as child she would as make mashed potatoes with every meal even if we were just having pizza for dinner. my sister and I would spend hours in the kitchen watching her prepare the most amazing meals. She never made anything from a box. She seemed to always have a recipe for everything. My favorite meal that she would make is fried chicken. There was just something homey about her cooking, it made you feel comfortable. Icould never be mad or sad arou

One thing I thing i love about my Grandma is that she doesn't believe in silly things like diets. She never made a meal that you didn't truly enjoy every last bite. If you are one of those people who live by that silly rule if it taste good spit it out, you'd be starving.. She would spoil us with thing like homemade cakes, cookies, and ice cream. I was one sugar wired child when I was sent home from my mothers. Everything that my grandma cooked was amazing. My favorite meal that she would make was fried chicken, there was just something so comforting about the way it tasted. My grandmother cooked everyday when I was growing up, as I got older so did she, cooking it

One thing I thing i love about my Grandma is that she doesn't believe in silly things like diets. She never made a meal that you didn't truly enjoy every last bite. If you are one of those people who live  by that silly rule if it taste good spit it out, you'd be starving.. She would spoil us with thing like homemade cakes, cookies, and ice cream. I was one sugar wired child when I was sent home from my mothers. Everything that my grandma cooked was amazing. My favorite meal that she would make was fried chicken, there was just something so comforting about the way it tasted. My grandmother cooked everyday when I was growing up, as I got older so did she, cooking it

As  I stand there
I have never seen such a beautiful girl. Her eyes like crystal  that compare to the ocean on a summer morning. Her hair flows so naturally, the color matches the golden raises that spring from the sun at day break.









It all started becuase I was starving so I deicded I was going to make dinner. I went to the kitchen to check and see if I had everything that I needed. As I guessed we didn't it had been weeks since my mom had made it to the store. Before I made my list of what I needed to pick up I gathered what I did have. I then made a list of what I needed, and headed for the store. I was only there for a few minutes because all I needed was cream cheese and noodles. When I got home I first put on a pot of water, and dumped salt in the water to speed up the boiling. I then started the sauce

As she looked at me with that bright red face and wrinkle starting to spread across her forehead I knew this was going to be one of those everybody stares in the store kind of fits. Before I knew it my ears were ringing from that sound of her scream.

I will never do that again

I will never do that again. I often find myself saying this. Here is a list of the things "i'll never do again."

I will never eat hinode again
Bring home a new puppy
Drink pop
Go out of my way for someone
Eat past 7... yeah right
Stay up past 12 on a school night
Over eat.
Only eat snack cakes for lunch
Have a hangover
kiss silly boys
Trust people
Give 3rd or 4th chances
Stay when I'm not wanted
Spend my car payment money
Lie to my mom
Eat three dinners
Drive to Florida
Skip school
Call in Sick
 Go to the doctor

As you can see I have a bad habit of saying that I will never do something again. I just never know how to stick with it. I am the worst person about actually giving up something. At least I don't have any habits that could actually harm me. Besides my eating, that really needs to change otherwise I'm going going to gain 300 pounds and have heart problems.  For me it's hard to stop doing things because I like to stick something

sense

My favorite part of being at the beach is being able smell the salt in the air from miles away. For me the smell of seaweed, salt and fish is comfort. I love smell of the heat coming off the sand it is so pure.

Sitting on the beach listening to the ocean wave’s crash around the shore just puts me at ease.

I have always been told that the beach changes you. I have never been one to love the taste of seafood, but I find myself trying new types of food when I’m at the beach. I remember my first time eating seafood, it was an experience. My friends and I went to a small seafood restaurant along the beach and I order the Friday night special. The taste of my meal was like a fish bowl. I was eating fried oysters. They weren’t so bad until the popped in my mouth.

I love the feeling of the sand between my toes as a walk down the beach. Feeling the heat from the summer sun beat down my skin is the best feeling in the world.

Beginning able to wake up each morning and seeing the sun raise over the ocean is a sight everyone should see at least once. If you are lucky might even see the dolphins’ jump .I loved being able to find shells, star fish and crabs.

I thinking back to all the time I have spent in Florida one of my most memorable days is the day my friends and I rented scooters. It started out as a rainy day so we all decided to spend our day shopping and exploring all the different shops. For a while the girls and rode around and looked in the small stores along the strip, then we decided to meet the boys at the outside mall. We spent some time shopping and just before one of my friends hit a car with her scooter. We looked and made sure there was no damage and which there a mark we talked to the car owner was and they said everything was fine. Then all of a sudden my friend and her boyfriend were being chased by a car! Finally, they stopped and it was the car my friend had hit they decided to yell at them for a black mark on their wheel. After all that drama went down I broke my scooter so I switched with my friend, his gas was on the other side so when I was trying to brake I was pushing the gas. Normally wouldn’t be a big deal If we weren’t parked outside of an ice cream shop

“Bippity-Boppity-boo!”, is often the words that people connect with magic. When we think of magic we think of things like Santa, the Tooth Fairy, fairy god mothers, tricks and many other things. Magic is a wonderful thing to believe in as long as you don't believe in it past your childhood. But, I don't agree. What's wrong with believing?

As a child I was all about believing in magic. I remember believing that everything was good and pure. I did not believe in bad or negative things. As a child everything was magical to me. I remember traveling with my father and seeing things I wasn't use to, I was given the chance to see the world through my parent’s eyes. It was wonderful. As long as I can remember I was obsessed with love. I was obsessed with fairy tales about princesses falling in love with their prince and having a happily ever after. I wasn’t the normal child I really believed it, my parents never showed us anything besides love. They never fought, they always seemed so happy. It was because of my parents I was in love with love.

My entire life I grew up seeing and believing in the magic of love. Then my parents split. To a child this is the end of the world; their world. My parents were my idol, as a child I had never seen someone love the way my parents did, and then they just stopped. I then stopped believing in the magic of the world. I didn't understand why this was happening. When my parents split that magic I seen as a child left me. I no longer saw the world as wonderful or delightful, but rather a mean and hurtful place. Everything I ever believed in was taken away. My world was crushed. After the split I was no longer a child, I had to grow up. My brother was now mine and mom’s responsibility. The wonderful dad I grew up to love became an absent dad. He abandons us. I guess I couldn't understand how someone could do something like that to people he loved. I felt as if I lost both parents when this happened. My mother never dealt well with pain, she never hid the way she was feeling. She started working later and later, and sending us to different babysitters.  She became an absent mom. The less time that was spent with us, the closer my brother and I became, I knew I’d always have him. I raised my brother for so long he stopped going to either one of my parents for anything, he only relied on me. The bond Nathan and I had was what kept me strong through my childhood. Not because I wanted to, but because I was never given the choice. Over the years I gave up some much of the things I loved because I wanted Nathan to have everything he ever needed or wanted.

It wasn’t until high school things truly changed for me, I found love. That love showed me a world worth believing in. I found small things magical. I started become someone; I had a desire. I randomly started to love the ocean. I loved the idea of not knowing what you could find. It was so mystical. I found a passion for wild life and the animals of this world. I found love; in all things! My high school English teacher also played a huge role in helping me grow as a person. From day one I thought she had it out for me. She was always on my case about opening up, becoming more personal with my writing; “express yourself” she would say. I found her absolutely annoying. But, then something changed, I started to meet her demands about my writing; I changed. I hadn’t ever had anyone that cared about how I felt, or cared to hear my opinion upon things until her. For her I am so thankful.  Even though I received a few heart breaks and disappointments, that light in me never went out.

For me believing in magic is something more than believing in Santa or the Tooth fairy, but it’s something that you create yourself. It’s the passion you develop for life. It’s the magic that you find within your soul. My magic is love; love for me runs deeper than finding a soul mate. Its everyday, everyday falling in love with something or someone. Maybe it’s a new CD, or song. Maybe a boy or girl. A person or a thing. It’s just finding something that gives you passion or the desire to become better; something that inspires you to live. That to me is love. That is magic to me.