Lives Assignment #6

Some people believe that hardships happen, they come and go and they help people mature and go on with their lives. But certain hardships last a long time. A friend of mine would be able to tell you this is true. Her family has dealt with a lot of hard times, betrayal, pain, grief, and death.
Ever since she was little her parents wouldn't be home, they would work all day and drop her off at a day camp at 6:00am and leave her there until 7:00pm. Days would go by that seemed like forever. Because of her parents jobs sometimes she would be picked up by her grandmother from day camp, and go home with her for late nights in a small old apartment to early morning pick ups from her parents. She dreaded camp, most kids would want to go to camp and swim and be with their friends but she never developed an interest for it. In Autumn her grandma would be at her house to get her ready for a new day at school. She would wake up to an empty house with her parents gone waiting for her grandma to come and make some cinnamon toast for breakfast.

As she grew older she began to be bullied by a girl named Tiffany who she thought was her friend (you know how at a young age you don't really realize that you are being bullied by others). When she would get on the bus Tiffany would walk up to her and say, "move in or I'll give you a knuckle sandwich." Because both her grandmother and Tiffany's mother were close, she would have to see her everyday. Tiffany would steal her dolls, take her clothes, what ever she wanted she would take. Then my friend met Richie, the typical troublesome next door neighbor boy. Richie was a year older then her, and loved to terrorize her. He would play tricks on her and chase her with his friends. She hated where she lived she felt neglected that her parents were not home and that the two people that she thought were her Friends actually were just out to humiliate her.

And then the slate was wiped clean, she moved. A new school, new friends, and her favorite part was that her mom would now be home all the time. but that didn't last long, soon the one person that had always been there with her died. To her death was confusing she never really understood what happened to her grandma. But she became depressed once she realized that she would never see her again. Then over the years she met a new friend who helped her through everything a friend who she really counted on and was always there for her, and showed her the meaning of true friendship.

independent #2

When I wrote this piece, I was thinking about how North Salem can be really boring. And how our school never gets new students, its such a small school and people tend to look similar after a while.

Waiting, thinking, hoping.
Days go by and nothing changes.
I wake up early, continue the same routine.
Nothing new ever happens.
Nothing new happens here.

This place,
This place is so boring.
Same faces, same looks.
Individually - - what’s that?
People are all the same here.

Nothing new happens,
in a place like this.
So we continue to;
wait, think and above all,
hope that something will change.

Independent #1

Writing this peice I was thinking about love and this just came to me. Alot of people write about love and their feelings in poems so I figured I would give it a try. Alot of girls have feelings towards a guy but dont know how to express it or tell him, so they keep quite I can relate to that. So I thought I'd write some of my feelings in a poem.


Everyone knows;
they all know how I feel.
But why doesn't he?

Is it because he is afraid?
He doesn't want to admit to my feelings?
Each day theres something new,
either a new reason to be near me
or a new reason to hide from me.


I try not to think about it,
but i really want to know how he feels.
and if he feels at all.


Everyone knows;
they know how I feel.
And so does he.

Rick Reilly Assignment #5

I’ve known her for about- my whole life, since we were both little kids. She was always shy, and so was I, but she seemed more afraid of the world then I had.

And now that we are both 16, you still can’t seem to get over the fear of "growing up". I remember the last time we hung out together, we went to see a movie and you couldn't even ask the person behind the counter for a ticket, I had to do it for you. You seem so small and weary of what’s around you. Will you ever learn to accept your fears?

Its hard for me as your friend to watch you struggle so much. I try to help the best I can but I think that sometimes you take advantage of my advice. And it’s not just me, your parents have tried to help you and your anxiety but all they end up doing is making you hide even more into your shell. They seem to think that by giving you what you want/need will help you but honestly you need to be more dependent on yourself rather then the people around you.

"Its fine, I can do it by myself." that's what you say but you never do it. You wait until your anxiety is to the maximum and you walk back to me empty handed and i have to do it for you.

When will you learn to be more independent? Will you ever be able to take a step forward?

If this was a movie, it could have been funny. But this is serious. Open up your eyes and realize that you need to do something. How will you accomplish anything in life if you don't take chances and face your fears? And I would know because we were so similar, both lost souls looking for someone to guide us into adult hood, but after that your on your own, you were supposed to let that person go and continue life on your own. so please let go of them and move on, so you wont miss the real chance to be happy with your life...