Short stroy mix up- The 3 crazies!

Room!

            I remember back in the old plays. My old house, it was pretty darn BIG! I loved it though, because it was a peaceful place to be in. My room was quite BIG.

            One day my and I decided to have a sister-bonding movie night. We rented tons and tons of movies- (especially scary movies) my favorite. We got all these kinds of munchies, popcorn, takis, ice cream, candy, and can’t forget about my Dr.pepper. We started off with a little kid’s movie, UP. Then went on to the scary ones. I happen to love horror movies, but after that night, many things changed.

            That same night I fell asleep in my room like usual. The night was quiet and everything was calm. I love when my room gets pitch black, but then all I could think of was the horror movies. I laid back and started bringing flashbacks of every scene. The deadly zombies, the big monsters under the bed, the knifes and killing, the little girls screaming. Everything just came back at that very one moment. I suddenly couldn’t stop staring all over my room. And there they are my big mirror closet doors. I was paranoid. I felt like I was going to see someone laying next to me though the reflection of the mirrors. After that day never again did I sleep in my own room after watching scary movies. I definitely tried to convince my parents to change my mirror doors right away!

fear of a room- Room!

Room!

            I remember back in the old plays. My old house, it was pretty darn BIG! I loved it though, because it was a peaceful place to be in. My room was quite BIG.

            One day my and I decided to have a sister-bonding movie night. We rented tons and tons of movies- (especially scary movies) my favorite. We got all these kinds of munchies, popcorn, takis, ice cream, candy, and can’t forget about my Dr.pepper. We started off with a little kid’s movie, UP. Then went on to the scary ones. I happen to love horror movies, but after that night, many things changed.

            That same night I fell asleep in my room like usual. The night was quiet and everything was calm. I love when my room gets pitch black, but then all I could think of was the horror movies. I laid back and started bringing flashbacks of every scene. The deadly zombies, the big monsters under the bed, the knifes and killing, the little girls screaming. Everything just came back at that very one moment. I suddenly couldn’t stop staring all over my room. And there they are my big mirror closet doors. I was paranoid. I felt like I was going to see someone laying next to me though the reflection of the mirrors. After that day never again did I sleep in my own room after watching scary movies. I definitely tried to convince my parents to change my mirror doors right away!

fearing the fear- FEAR!

FEAR!

            We all happen to have different kinds of fears. Whether you’re afraid of the dark, afraid of bugs, afraid of your own look every morning when you wake up, afraid of ghosts and many other crazy things. But my fear of losing my parents doesn’t compare to any other.

            My parents happen to be my ultimate heroes. They work hard just for me to have the best in life. They’ve been there for me since day one of my life and have never left my side. My mom’s advice is the best cure to all my problems. When ever I have my boy drama problems she takes me out and helps me cheer up.  My dad’s way of taking care of me makes me feel secure. Every times I need something they try their best to give it to me. He’s my number one fan when it comes to my dance performances. Because of them, I have the opportunity to have an amazing life without worrying about many things. Without my parents I would probably go insane. What would it be with me and my sisters? Who would be there for me to say “I love you mom” to? Or who to say, “I admire you daddy?”

            This is the reason why we need to learn how to appreciate our parents to always let them know how much we love them. Losing my parents had become my biggest fear.

Color association- The meaning of a Peach

The meaning of a Peach

            Peach isn’t really my favorite color, but it happens to mean a lot. Since’ I was a little, my grandpa had owned a ranch, and he has many kinds of animals. He had a big front yard where there was this huge pretty garden. There were many kinds of trees all over the place, pecan trees, pine trees, and mainly peach trees. I remember how my little cousins and I would play out in the field and come back inside the house running to grandma. My grandpa would have fresh peaches on the dining table ready for us to eat. Those peaches were delicious, and oh how I miss them. That was our daily routine for many years. Many memories come from that same old ranch along with every peach.

            My grandpa is my idol. He’s been through it all. Now he just sits there in his chair but that doesn’t change the fact of what an amazing man he is. Those peach trees are now dead, but their stays the memory of my childhood. Peach color, the memory of my grandpa.

Writting through listening- The two loving birds

The two loving birds

It was a blue sky, a nice sunny day. This was during the spring, deer’s butterfly’s bees and every kind of animal happy around the pretty green grass. Except for this lovely bird that was always alone, her name happened to be Anne. She was lonely, she had no one with her. All she wanted was someone to love and to get that same love back as well.

            Anne was a beautiful little bird. Many other girl birds hated the attention she brought from all the boy birds. Many of them chased her around but she didn’t really happen to be interested in none of them. She will get daily gifts, especially sun flower seeds which where her favorite. Something she wondered why she couldn’t just find that special little bird who can steal her heart. I guess none of those special gifts and attention mattered to her. She seriously thought she was going to stay alone forever. Ahhhhhhhhhhh!

            The news had come to the small little town. Mateo, this nice handsome bird with nice blue feathers had just moved into town. You would see every girl bird out there bragging about how they will soon be dating him. Anne heard about all this but didn’t really put any attention to it. Many birds had already gotten to Mateo telling him how Anne was the right girl for him. He soon had to meet her! One day little Anne was out in the nicely long fresh river washing her beautiful pink feather. Mateo happened to be flying by with his fellow friends, they soon warned him on how that was the famous Anne everyone would always talk about. He soon went to approach her, Anne was a bit in shock. The way he talked to her gave her that nice feeling but yet Anne is too stubborn. After that day Mateo begin sending her random gifts. Anne would smile after every single one but yet she kept her stubbornness. Mateo was becoming impatient he didn’t know of what ways to get her attention. He started believing that giving up was the best choice. One day Mateo was flying over the town, he soon heard the beautiful noise which was coming from this violin and flute. Two little birds worked playing tunes for people. Mateo was amazed of the music and got this huge idea in his head. He planned on surprising little Anne by singing to her. He just hoped his voice wasn’t that awful. He was afraid she was going to reject him. Days passed by, and Mateo is finally determined to accomplish his plan. Anne happens to be asleep, soon she awakens to this beautiful voice followed by this amazing tune. She was surprised, she hurried out of her nest to find Mateo standing outside with his beautiful smile waiting for her. Mateo voice completely impressed her.  

            Anne couldn’t be more than happy. She realized that she finally had to give someone a change to finally find love and it happened to be Mateo. They were entirely happy, every bird was jealous of their love, but they didn’t care. After that they lived happily in love. No more being forever alone.

Smell association- Hairspray, hairspray, and more hairspray!

Hairspray, hairspray and more hairspray!

            I happen to love the smell of hairspray. I use tons of bottles of it a year, on daily bases and mostly dance performances.

            This past year we had many shows, but how can I forget about the NDA competition. It was early and we all had to be at school to get ready for out big performance. It was my friend Jackie and her brother doing our hair and makeup. We had to get a big poof and tease our hair to the extreme. We used tons of bottles of hairspray that day. We evens prayed some on our faces to make our makeup last. We all looked amazing with our big hair thanks to the hairspray. Competition was a tough one. There were many of people there. Looking out at the judges was scary. The time came and we were out in the middle of the floor staring out at the audience. Music started and we all did our thing. It happens to be that we qualified for nationals to go compete at Florida.

            Now that smell makes me look back and see how all of our hard work paid off.