Clack

Well I've been writing a novel....and so here it is :D I'm not done but this is what I have so far! Enjoy!!! :D

CHAPTER 1
A man walked along a sidewalk. He passed too many buildings to count as he pointed his eyes down onto the pavement, watching his feet take one step after the other. He had a strange obsession with counting his steps as he walked from one place to the other. In fact, he preferred walking to any place in walking distance just so he could count the steps it took to arrive at his desired destination. His name was Maddox. He lived in a penthouse on the Upper East Side of New York. Maddox was someone who most people envied on account of the fact that he stepped on a lot of people to get to where he was in life. And for Maddox, he knew exactly how many steps it took to climb to the top of the ladder. Maddox was deep in thought as he was walking to his apartment. He didn’t even notice that he bumped into another man walking on the same sidewalk. But after a few seconds, Maddox paused to make sure he wouldn’t miss a step, and looked behind him to find the man he had bumped into. Sadly for Maddox, the man was nowhere in sight. So he shrugged and continued counting the clacks on the sidewalk until he reached the entrance of his apartment numbered 600. He entered a four digit code into a keypad, a loud snap rung in his ears, and the door opened to the lobby of his building. Maddox was too busy punching in the numbers to realize the blinking eyes carefully staring him down right across the street in the darkest alleyway in New York City.
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CHAPTER 2
A woman, pleasantly dressed in the latest style, entered her very own store: Chic. She ran her hands across the entire rack of delectable designs she had created. This woman loved fashion more than anyone in the entire world. For you see, before she was even three years old, she was able to create an outfit out of the clothes in her mother’s closet. From then on, fashion was everything to her. She walked up to the check out desk and stopped to say hello to one of her employees.
“Well hello Cedrick! How are you this morning?”
“I guess I’m doin’ alright. Nothin’ really special’s goin’ on in my life lately.”
“Oh. Well why don’t we go out sometime? That way you’ll have something special going on!” The second after she said that she had regretted her decision to take Cedrick out. Somewhere in her mind she knew he worshiped her. And quite frankly, she found that quite creepy.
“Sure Eloise! Can’t wait!” Eloise continued walking into the back of the store and made a subtle groan realizing the stupidity of her actions.

Another woman by the name of Kara walked into Chic. She was a very frequent customer for she adored Eloise’s designs. Kara had quiet hopes of being able to meet Eloise because she believed they would have a lot in common. And on this day, Kara’s wish of meeting Eloise came true.
“Eloise!?!?”
“Umm. Do I know you?”
“Oh no you don’t. But you do now!” Kara had this strange forceful attitude about her. She was determined to get what she wants. One way or another, she would get it.
“Alright? So what’s your name?” Eloise politely asked.
“I’m Kara Crane. I work at a law firm over on 5th Avenue.”
“Wow. Well if I need any legal help I know who to call!”
“Well then here’s me card!” Kara practically shoved it down Eloise’s throat.
“Thanks.” Eloise responded in a flat tone. Almost as if she was trying to show Kara to get out of her face.
“Well I’m just gonna look around and then I’ll be out!” Something Eloise was looking forward to. After a few minutes of shopping, and a six hundred dollars popped into the register, Kara was on her way out. Eloise watched Kara depart and noticed a man walking on the sidewalk staring down at his shoes almost as if he was counting his steps. Eloise wondered if that day could get any weirder.
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CHAPTER 3
Wyatt Crane, the brother of Kara Crane, sat at his desk deplorably. He turned to one side, and listened to a couple shout at each other while his coworkers took diligent notes. He turned to another side and listened to a person yelling at another one of his coworkers about their identity being stolen, one of Wyatt’s favorite cases to hear about. But Wyatt’s job at Johnson and Sons Law Firm was simply sit at the reception and take calls. He was incredibly jealous of his sister seeing as though she was one of the best lawyers in New York City and he takes calls. Wyatt wanted something to look forward to. Something to make him happy. Something to---the phone rang.
“Johnson and Sons how may I direct your call?”
“Hi is Kara Crane available?”
“Yes she is. Who may I ask is calling?”
“Just put me through to her.” He put the phone down for a second, thought about things, and sent the call.
“Hello?” answered Kara.
“Kara. Six hundred!! I got it! Six hundred! Listen this is--”
“Wait. Wyatt, hang up the phone!” Wyatt did so. He paused and thought about who that woman was. Something was up. Or maybe his imagination was just running wild.
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CHAPTER 4
Maddox threw himself down onto his couch. The plump, soft, plush cushions couldn’t have made him any happier after such a dull day. Ominous and foreboding clouds sealed the world off from divine sunlight. Maddox looked up at the sky and wished the sun would beam down on his pale face and make him feel warm and loved instead of cold and hated. Maddox stood up from his couch and walked over to his refrigerator, carefully counting the clacks of his shoes. He opened the fridge door and grabbed a chilled bottle of water, popped open the cap, and began hydrating himself with delectable water. The most expensive water a man could buy. He walked over to the window, counting seven clacks, and looked down at the street. He watched people jump under overhangs or climb into taxies because of the sudden downpour, and noticed a bright pink neon sign across the street. A sign he had neglected to notice. One four letter word, stood isolated from the world above the doors to the entrance of the store. Maddox noticed a woman with dark brown hair push open the door and lead another man out and they crossed the street and called for a taxi. Maddox inquisitively looked at the store and said its name aloud: Chic.
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CHAPTER 5
Eloise and Cedrick sat in a cab which was taking them to a club downtown. Eloise stared out the window and watched the rain bomb the pavement of New York City and continued to regret her decision of asking Cedrick out. She stared up at the sky and prayed this was all a dream. She prayed as hard as she could that she would be saved by a superhero. He would come and rescue her from this nightmare she had brought upon herself. But superheroes do not exist.
The cab pulled up at the club and Cedrick hopped out of the cab to open the door for Eloise. She shot a glance at the cab driver suggesting her everlasting pain of regret and got out of the cab to see Cedrick’s bright and shining face. At that moment, Eloise wished the sun would never rise again because every time she saw the sun, it would remind her of Cedrick.
“I’m so excited! This place is so cool!” Cedrick exclaimed.
“Yeah, it’s alright.” Eloise wanted to get through the night as fast as she could. And if it meant completely ignore Cedrick then so be it!
The night progressed as slow as it possibly could. Eloise was ready to drink herself into oblivion.
“So if the opposite of pro is con, what’s the opposite of Congress?”
“I can’t wait to know.” Eloise replied.
“Progress!!” Cedrick burst out laughing. He couldn’t possibly control his laughter. He thought his head and chest would explode. Eloise sat there with the blankest stare anyone could posses. She thought she would die. But something happened. Something that Eloise did not understand until a few moments later. The bartender arrived at her seat and told her the man across the bar had bought her a drink. Cedrick of course, continued talking about his life on the prairie, and Eloise gave subtle glances to the man who purchased a drink for her. Cedrick proclaimed his dire need to use the restroom and at that moment, the man stood up and wandered over to her, staring down at the floor.
“Hello,” he gently said.
“Well hello,” replied Eloise. “What’s your name?”
“Maddox.” the man replied.
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CHAPTER 6
Wyatt had a dream. He dreamed about the woman he heard on the phone pleading to speak with his sister. Wyatt thought about his jealousy toward his sister. He had never received a call asking for him except for when someone decided to “prank call” him. He heard a loud shriek. A sound that echoed throughout his head. He suddenly awoke, smacking his hand up to his head, wondering if that scream was in his dream, or in reality. He threw his head to the left and looked at the alarm clock and saw that it was 6:00, the time he’s supposed to wake up. He jumped out of bed and waddled into the bathroom, realizing that the scream was his alarm clock. But when did he turn of the clock? Before he had any more time to think about the situation, the phone rang.
“Johnson and---wait, I’m not at work. Hello?”
“Wow Wyatt. The fact that you just answered your home phone like that shows you have no life,” stated his sister.
“Wow Kara. Way to be nice to your own brother.”
“Whatever. Look I’m not going in to work today, so can you just tell Libby to take over my cases for today?”
“Sure thing sis,” Wyatt groggily replied to his sister.

Wyatt wandered into the office, looking around at all of the big New York City lawyers around him and sighed. He wandered over to his desk, the big one right in front of the entrance, sat down, and listened to messages. Boring, boring, one after the other. But one message in particular he found quite interesting. It was a message from none other than the woman who desperately called Kara the other day. He took down her name and her information. He was going to get to the bottom of this. Finally, some excitement. Her phone number (914-600-2468) was the first thing he was planning on calling, but he remembered to go talk to Libby. He groaned, stood up, turned the quarter, and arrived at her office. He knocked on the door, heard a faint request to enter, and walked in letting out a large breath of air.
“Hi, you must be Libby,” Wyatt said in his usual depressed and unhappy tone.
“Yes! That would be me!” She cheerfully replied.
Wyatt stood there, and for a moment, words could not come out of his mouth. He stared at her, he stared at her lips, her eyes, her nose, her hair, her hands, and everything about her was making him feel something he never had. Libby should just be named Aphrodite in his opinion. She was the goddess of love, she was the most amazing creature in the world. Libby made the world shine with happiness even on its darkest of days. Wyatt was in love.
“Uhhhhh. Ummmmm. I ummmmmeeehhhhhhhh.” Reality came back to him. “Take over my sister’s cases!!” He threw the door open and ran back to his desk, sat in his chair, and smiled the rest of the day.
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CHAPTER 7
Libby was the last person to leave that day. Libby was swamped with work, even more than usual because she took over Kara’s case. But what was mostly on her mind, was the strange man who stared at her for countless seconds without speaking, couldn’t formulate a sentence, and randomly screamed at her and ran away. She was fascinated by him. There was something about him that just intrigued her. Something about him made her want to see him again. She stopped and thought about what she was doing. For Libby had a boyfriend. A boyfriend she had been with for the last six years of her life. Libby was one who had a little OCD, but her boyfriend understood because he had obtained the same qualities. Libby had a strange urge to make interesting sounds with the heels of her shoes as she walked. A lot of the time she tried to match her heels with a song she had stuck in her head. So she departed the building and walked down the sidewalk until she got to her boyfriend’s apartment. She wanted to give him a little surprise, something Libby was not used to because she liked a nice routine. But for once, she would change that. She came up to his apartment, and looked at the large 600 printed on the door. She pulled out a little piece of paper with the password on it and dropped it on the cold, hard pavement of the Upper East Side. It blew across the street up against a window. Libby sighed and carefully crossed the street to grab the paper. She snagged the little piece of paper and looked into the window to see the most beautiful pieces of clothing she had ever seen. She made a note to look in this store the next time she was with her boyfriend. She looked up at the sign of the store to get the name down. “Chic,” she said. “Interesting name.” She walked back over to the apartment, punched in the code and entered. She walked up to the desk clerk and asked “Is Maddox in?”
“He is,” the desk clerk responded, looking quite puzzled.
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CHAPTER 8
A man sat on a bench, reading the newspaper. The wind continued to blow the corners of the pages forcing him to constantly fidget with the paper until he got it back to the way it was. During one particular gust of wind, he heard a woman sigh and so he flopped the paper down onto his lap to see what was going on. He noticed a very attractive woman run across the street to grab a little piece of paper trying desperately to fly away from the confides of society. He giggled, and raised the newspaper back up to eye level and began reading once more. He read an article about a man named Gavin Parker, himself actually. He was reading about how his identity had been stolen and it was one of the worst cases New York has seen in a while. Gavin crumpled up the newspaper in his hands ferociously and threw it down on the ground. He angrily crossed his arms and stared up at the clouds. He snarled.
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CHAPTER 9
Maddox was a complicated man. First off, he counted the amount of steps he took, and second, he seldom had one girlfriend at a time. At this point in his life, his actual girlfriend was Libby, but Eloise had struck such an interest in him, he couldn’t resist. Maddox was stepping out on Libby, someone who trusted him with everything. After six years of a solid relationship, Maddox decided to cheat. But of course he wouldn’t end things with Libby seeing as though he wanted as many women as he could get.
“You know that night at the club was amazing,” Eloise told Maddox.
“And why is that?”
“Because I met you. I haven’t been this happy since I don’t know when!”
“I’m glad I make you happy baby,” the sounds of Maddox’s voice made Eloise more euphoric than she already was. Eloise paused and thought about something.
“What?”
“I have to ask,” she said. “Who is the woman in all of your pictures?”
“My…girlfriend.”
“Excuse me!? You’re cheating on your girlfriend with me!? Maddox what the hell? How can I even trust you!” Eloise gathered her belongings and walked towards the door, but before she could open it, there was a knock. She stopped, dead in her tracks. Maddox slowly stood up, and daintily walked up to the door forgetting about how many steps it took, and looked through the peephole.
“It’s my girlfriend!!” Maddox exclaimed in a hushed tone of course.
“Well why don’t I tell her what’s going on here?”
“Maddox? I know you’re in there so you might as well open the door!” Libby said as she stood in the elongated hallway of the floor. She continued to bang on the 600, placed on his door. It’s funny how Maddox lives in a building numbered 600 and his apartment number is 600 as well.
“Look Eloise I love you! I know I do! I’ll leave Libby for you, but you just have to listen to me! Please Eloise, my love. Listen to me!”
“You love me?”
“Yes!!! Please go hide in the closet and I’ll tell you when it’s safe to leave!”
Maddox arrived at the door and opened the door and greeted Libby. She interrogated him for he made her stand in the hallway for around 2 minutes or so. When he apologized, told her he loved her quiet enough for Eloise not to hear it, he slowly tugged her into the bedroom where the magic continues. During a specific time where Libby was preoccupied with “other things,” Eloise slipped out of the closet, glanced over at the bed and saw something she never would have imagined, and escaped as fast as she could.

Eloise ran out of the apartment, not realizing the desk clerk’s raised eyebrows as he was piecing together the situation at hand. She ran into Chic and took a nice deep breath realizing Cedrick was not working today. Eloise had silent hopes he was when she heard rustling in the back of the store. She stood up from her desk and slowly walked over to the back of the store. Her heels made a clacking sound she couldn’t resist counting. Eloise saw a woman crouched in the back of the store, most likely wishing she wouldn’t be seen. With a closer look, Eloise came to the conclusion of who it was. “Kara!?”

My Fish!!

Seeing as though I have not been on this blog since September...I am surprised my fish were able to survive this long without being fed unless someone has been going on this blog everyday and feeding my fish! If you have been, I greatly appreciate it! If you haven't, no big deal...At least they're alive! And if anyone still reads this blog...my new blog is www.mylifemystoryhighschool.blogspot.com

THANK YOU!

Blogging!!!

Oh my god I haven't posted in a LONG time!! Ha, who even blogs anymore.....Well I am!!

Soon I'll begin posting. No inspiration.....

Believe, Hope, Wonder: My Last Post (For Now)

It has been so much fun these last two months posting about my life and having you guys read and comment!

I am off to camp for my fifth summer there in two days. I will miss all of you so much! Again, if you want me to write to you, please send me your address in an email: juhcub@gmail.com

Camp. Camp is something you'll never understand until you go. You meet the best people and do the best things. I have waited ten whole months to see all of my friends. Can you try to imagine not seeing your best friends for ten months? I do that every single year. But those two months of camp feel like a lifetime. And those ten months feel like a minute. These people at camp are people like no other. I love them. And if I was never able to see them again I really don't know what I would do with myself. Do you know the expression "You don't really know a person until you've lived with them?" Perfect example! I know more about some of my camp friends than I do a lot of my school friends. It's a little scary, but totally true. And that's totally okay. A lot of people in my school don't understand me one bit. People in camp do. They totally get me and understand who I am. Camp is just unexplainable.

I say goodbye to all of you because I will not be posting seeing as though there are no computers in camp or any "devices that are capable of WiFi connectivity."

Anyway, goodbye to all of you! I loved every second I spent with you this year! I made so many new friends and I hope we can stay friends for the rest of our lives :D I love you all and the next time I see you will be in high school! :D

GOODBYE!!!!!!!!!!

Your Beloved Friend,
Jacob

Wow

I can't even but "Believe, Hope, Wonder" as the title for this post. All I can say is wow.

I don't even know what to say. I don't even know what to fell: happy, sad, anxious, excited, depressed? No clue.

Today, Middle School ended.

As Averageteen said "We shouldn't be sad that it ended. We should be happy that it happened." I totally agree. I am SO happy that I got to meet everyone! I'm so happy that I am a part of your life and you are a part of mine!

I wish everyone the best of luck in high school! I hope I can see everyone again!!!

I love you guys!! :D


Your Beloved Friend,
Jacob

Believe, Hope, Wonder: It's Over

The year has come to and end. The amazing journey of Middle School all comes to an end tomorrow, June 24 2010. I have made so many new friends, lost touch with so many old ones and I'm anxious to meet more.

I walked into Felix Festa Middle School confused. I didn't know how I would ever see my friends. I thought I would get lost and never find my classes. I was afraid of how hard my classes would get. Boy how I was wrong. I was just so breathless on the first day of school. I had no idea what to expect. I knew I would get used to everything around here seeing as though I'm going to be in this school for three years! That seemed like a lifetime. Little did I know, three years goes by faster than you can say your own name.

My only friends were the people from my Elementary School and a few others I knew from outside of school. I wanted to meet so many new people, but I was afraid to. Did anyone else feel that way? Well I did. After a few days, I realized that my Elementary School was one of ten that filtered into this school. I also realized that we were 70 kids out of 800. And then I realized I was 1 out of 800. I now knew that there was no way I would be able to be with my Elementary School friends. There were so many classes and so many people, it would be impossible. I made it a goal to meet a bunch of new people. I wasn't as successful in sixth grade as I was in seventh grade, but I'll get there! So sixth grade went by really fast. Too fast. And I was already going into seventh grade! AAAAHHHHH

Seventh grade rolled around and here I was. Back at Felix V Festa! This year, students who excelled in sixth grade were put into enriched classes. I was happy I could be part of this because this was a way to meet a lot of people who had the same interests as I. I have to say that I met SO many people in seventh grade. So many great people who I hope I can stay friends with for my entire high school career and beyond! But one thing I totally forgot to mention which is what I would like to bring up now! I was still friends with the same group of people I've been friends with for the past six years. We all sat at a lunch table together in the black and white cafeteria. That period of the day was the worst 45 minutes of my entire life. We're talking serious ridicule. That made seventh grade a living nightmare. But what got me through it were my amazing new friends. I don't know what the heck I would have done without you guys!! :D Anyway, that made seventh grade my best and worst year. Just like that, finals were over and summer had arrived.

Eighth grade came around before I was ready. I was so nervous. This year I was taking all ninth grade courses in 8th grade. Scary stuff! Especially because I had Dr. Kalmar. But I knew I would get through it because I wasn't going in alone. By this point in time, I was no longer friends with anyone from my lunch table last year and I had very few friends from my Elementary School. This year was about my new friends, my bar mitzvah, and school. I have to say, 8th grade was my best year by far! I loved every single day of it! I can't really explain why, I just know this year was my best! And you guys made it that way. I continued to make new friends, but I lost a few from last year (besides the people from my lunch table). But if we were really good friends we would have stayed in touch. I hoped and hoped that my friends from seventh grade would be in my classes. Sadly for me, a lot of them weren't. A lot were and a lot weren't. So I knew I would make a lot of new friends this year. And so I did. The only problem with that is, a lot of them are going to the other high school. I probably have just as much people going to one high school as I do the other. Felix Festa's plan of keeping us separated didn't work out too well. I actually said goodbye to one of my friends today who is going to the other high school and I told her I would see her again. After I said those words, I thought to myself. And I asked myself "when?" When would I ever see them again? I pray it's sometime soon!

Well, today is the second to last day of Middle School. Tomorrow I officially become a ninth grader (of you wanna be all technical, I'm becoming a 10th grader!) and begin high school. I'm as scared as anyone can be. But then I think back to that first day of Middle School. And I think about how nervous I was then. I take a deep breath, and smile. :)


Your Friend,
Jacob

Uprising

If you haven't noticed, I have been posting lyrics to a few songs I'm in love with. Well here is the lates song that has a lot of meaning to me. It's called Uprising by Muse.

The paranoia is in bloom,
The PR, the transmissions, will resume,
They'll try to push drugs to keep us all dumbed down,
And hope that we will never see the truth around,
SO COME ON!

Another promise, another scene,Another package not to keep us trapped in greed,
With all the green belts wrapped around our minds,
And endless red tape to keep the truth confined,
SO COME ON!

They will not force us,
They will stop degrading us,
They will not control us,
And we will be victorious!

SO COME ON!

Interchanging mind-control,
Come, let the revolution take its toll,
If you could flick a switch and open your third eye,
You'd see that we should never be afraid to die,
SO COME ON!

Rise up and take the power back,
It's time that the fat cats had a heart attack,
You know that their time's coming to an end,
We have to unify and watch our flag ascend!
SO COME ON!

They will not force us,
They will stop degrading us,
They will not control us,
And we will be victorious!

They will not force us,
They will stop degrading us,
They will not control us,
And we will be victorious!
SO COME ON!

Believe, Hope, Wonder: Facades

We all have facades. Maybe some of us don't know it, but we do. If you hide your true emotions by pretending nothing is wrong is pretty much a facade. But this post is about my facades.

This post is incredibly honest if you ask me. I'm telling you a lot about myself.

Facades. My facade. Everyone knows that I'm always happy and enthusiastic and such. I am. Sometimes people even hate me because I'm so happy. But no one really considers anything about that happiness. They just either laugh or roll their eyes because I'm thirteen and so immature but that is why I'm writing this post.

I'm thirteen years old. I'm called names and made fun of because I'm not "chill" or "mature" for my age. Everyone thinks I'm a big goofy child in a thirteen year old's body. But I'm not. I'm not immature. I just want to have fun. Why the heck to I need to be "chill" at thirteen. I'm serious when I need to be and I'm fun the rest of the time. I am mature. And anyone who is a close friend of mine knows that. Anyone who says I'm childish and immature, you obviously don't know me.

Now about facades. I'm always happy if you have noticed. Why am I always happy? Well do you think it's easier to be happy? When you're ready to break down and cry in front of people, isn't it just easier to smile? Well I find it that in school when I'm sad, it's just so much easier to smile than sit and mope and bring everyone else down. Even on the worst day of school when all I want to do is run home and smash everything in site, I smile and walk around all happy and excited! If my fake smile can make someone else feel happier and better in the day than I feel accomplished. If I make someone happy even when I'm not makes me happy. Making someone feel good when I'm not really gives me a good sense of what happiness is. Even when I make someone happy and I'm happy it still makes me feel so good!

I feel like the guy from "One Ordinary Day With Peanuts." He and his wife would switch being good and bad to make some people happy and some mad and sad. I am totally the guy that makes people happy. But I don't switch and make people mad. But I don't go to school every day to make people happy! I just happen to make people happy and that is what brightens my day :)

Your Friend,
Jacob

Believe, Hope, Wonder: Change!

My how things have changed since my last post! And yes I have not posted in a while but now I am so here we go!

Change has happened all over the place! In terms of friends, love, academics, and so many more!

In Middle School, you start to discover who you really are. You do that since you were born, but it isn't the same as Middle School. Are you the same person as you were in 5th grade? Most likely, you would say no. You make new friends and sometimes leave the old ones. I can tell you I'm only friends with very few people from my elementary school. I discovered I was a different person and liked different things than those people so I made new friends with similar interests. So back to discovering who you are, we barely are the same person when we leave elementary school to now. Sometimes people overlook how important Middle School is to our lives. But the major thing about Middle School is that we learn who we are, and in high school we start to really "learn" how to be who we are. With peer pressure and classes that make us want to tear our hair out, we discover what we can and cannot handle. We went into Middle School one person, and came out a completely different person. CHANGE!

With love, I have a lot to say. And it really isn't about "love" more about feelings for other people. THIS POST IS NOT ABOUT WHAT LOVE IS OR ANYTHING OF THE SORT!!!! Anyway, in Elementary School, maybe we had a crush or something, but that is totally different now. The topic of love comes up a lot now. Some of us believe it, others do not. Some believe we are incapable of feeling love now and others believe we aren't ready for it. No matter what, our mind has gone through major change and only you can determine if you know what love is and if you feel it. NEVER let someone tell you love doesn't exist or we can't feel it yet because those are their thoughts. And just because some smarty pants scholar says love doesn't exist doesn't mean it's true. His or her opinion is just as valuable as yours! So the point of this is that we have gone through major changes mentally. And because of those changes, are we capable of feeling love yet? Or does love exist? Please do not give your thoughts on love for this post because THAT'S NOT THE MESSAGE I'M TRYING TO DEPICT! Thank you :D

Now for academics. In 2nd grade we learned about the dinosaurs and the Jurassic, Triassic and Cretaceous (I doubt those are in order!) This year we learned thousands of years of history, algebra, read literature capital L, and learned the geologic history of earth. That sounds a lot different from what we learned back then. And it only gets harder. I'm not trying to scare anyone, I'm just trying to show you how things have really changed in all aspects of our lives!

Well now I'm sure you can see how much you have really changed. I know I have. So just take a second and think about what you used to be like five years ago, and now look at yourself. It's remarkable.

Your Friend,
Jacob

Believe, Hope, Wonder: Love? - A Response to Jake's Post

Wow Jake, what an interesting post you had on dating, love, heartbreak etc.

Well first I totally agree with what you were saying about "The Legits." Their parents obviously told them they are allowed to date whenever in their middle school and high school career. This presents two problems. One would be that they focus on relationships and their personal life rather than studying which results in D's and C's. The second problem would be that they don't really have feelings for the person they are asking out. Does anyone really think that when a "legit" asks someone out, they have real feelings for the other person. From my own experiences and hearing about other people's problems, we "geeks" as Jake called us, actually have real feelings for the person we like. Strong feelings that actually mean something. So back to what I was saying before, this is a problem because you have a relationship completely built on the physical stuff. Would you honestly believe me if I told you when the popular people date they have deep conversations about their feelings? Or would you believe me if I told you they just sit and make out? And this is where their life starts. And their life will continue to have relationships based on physical things. When they are older and they walk into a place of some sort, they'll walk over to the "hottest" person in the room whether it be a boy or girl. They won't walk toward the person with the best personality and the one who really cares about life. And it's really sad to say, but that is really how it works. Even in movies when people are in bars, they go up to the "hottest" person there. Life shouldn't work that way.

I do agree with Jake in the sense that we should evaluate ourselves to see the real reason why we are holding ourselves back. I certainly disagree with rejection being irrational. Everyone wants things to work our the way they want them to, and most likely they don't. When someone asks another person out, they want them to say yes, but the truth of the matter is, a lot of the time, the other person says no. And there are many reasons for why they say no. The most likely reason would be the fact that they don't share the same feelings. Or their parents don't want them to date. Or they don't like your friends etc. There are a million reasons. Rejection is a scary thing. No one wants to be rejected. But maybe being rejected is the only thing that can help us move on?

Well in my opinion, we should be allowed to date. Not in the sense of parental allowance (I am preparing to talk about this later in my post) but in the sense of our capabilities. We are more than capable of having a boyfriend/girlfriend. We have similar interests and other similarities that we can share with someone else. And if two people have feelings for each other, why not go for it? We sit around and don't do anything about the person we like. We don't tell them and we don't act upon our feelings. Today could possibly be your last day (a morbid thought indeed but you'll see where I am going with this) and the person you have feelings for may never know you had feelings for them! We really have to live like we're dying when it comes to love and whatnot. So back to what I was saying before, if you like someone, don't sit around and wait for something to happen. Either take action in the sense of fight for the person, or take action and get over them. I hope I'm making sense here.

Another thing I really want to bring up is the whole "parents not letting us date." Like I mentioned earlier, the "legits" as Jake calls them, their parents allow them to date freely. Why is it that our parents won't let us date? Is it because they don't want to see their little kid kissing and having their bf/gf touching them or putting their arm around them or holding their hand? That could be. But the main reason why I believe parents don't want us dating is because they don't want us to get hurt. With raging hormones, we like someone else every other day. Or we like the same person for years. It all depends on a multitude of different factors. But parents don't want their child to have their heart broken. Heart break is inevitable. There is no way you can prevent heart break. Unless of course you get married and live the rest of your live with your FIRST love. Other than that, your heart shall be broken. And don't live under a rock to prevent heart break. Because you learn from that pain. You always will. But parents want to protect us from that for as long as possible. It's a good decision, but a bad one as well. They don't want us to get hurt. They don't want to see or hear us crying over the one we "love." But preventing us from dating sometimes can cause us to want to rebel even more. It's a very complicated thing with parents. I'm not going to go into talking about dating with them.

So these are my thoughts on Jake's post about these same ideas. Whatever your thoughts are, please leave them in a comment! If you have a situation regarding this post, send me an email and i be more than happy to help! My email is juhcub@gmail.com.

So Jake, is love all we need?

Believe, Hope, Wonder: The End Where I Begin - a song that has so much meaning to me :)

Sometimes tears say all there is to say
Sometime your first scars wont ever fade, away
Tried to break my heart
Well it's broke
Tried to hang me high
Well I'm choked
Wanted rain on me
Well I'm soaked
Soaked to the skin

It's the end where I begin
It's the end where I begin

Sometimes we don't learn from our mistakes
Sometimes we've no choice but to walk away, away
Tried to break my heart
Well it's broke
Tried to hang me high
Well I'm choked
Wanted rain on me
Well I'm soaked
Soaked to the skin

It's the end where I begin
It's the end where I begin

Now I'm alive
and my ghosts are gone
I've shed all the pain
I've been holding on
The cure for a heart
Is to move along, is to move along
So move along
What don't kill a heart
Only makes it strong

Sometimes tears say all there is to say
Sometime your first scars dont ever fade, away
Tried to break my heart
Well it's broke
Tried to hang me high
Well I'm choked
Wanted rain on me
Well I'm soaked
Soaked to the skin

It's the end
End where I begin
It's the end
End where I begin

Sometimes we don't learn from our mistakes
Sometimes we've no choice but to walk away, away

CAMP

As most of you know, I go to sleep away camp for the entire summer. Camp is starting in only thirty three days so I decided to make this blog a dedication to the summer of 2010!

I don't think anyone knows what sleep away camp is until you actually go. No one knows the kind of friends you make and no one knows the feeling of just being in camp until you go and be a part of it.

Camp changes you. I don't know how and I don't know why, but it just does. And the change is really amazing. Being able to live in a world that is completely isolated from everything else makes you learn a lot about yourself and people. And when I say camp is isolated, I mean it. I actually had my mom send me a newspaper because you have no idea what's happening in the world. Sometimes that's a really good thing. Anyway, I have learned a lot about myself going to sleep away camp for five years now. I know what kind of people I like living with and my living habits. You don't have anyone picking up after you or sweeping the bunks or making your bed or folding your laundry. You do everything by yourself. Some people can actually have a neat living area like myself. If anyone knows me, you would obviously be able to tell that I’m a neat freak. :) And then there are the people who never make their bed and I find their socks in my sheets. I don't know how they get there but they sure do!

Activities at camp are the best. Sports, arts and crafts, drama, and many others are all at camp. Every single day has all of those activities in it! It's so exciting to be able to have a wide range of things to do at camp. And there are a lot of camps strictly on sports or on arts, but my camp has EVERYTHING in one!

If you didn't know, I go to a Jew camp. Now this camp is NOT an extremely religious camp. We have Shabbat Friday nights and Saturday mornings, say a few prayers here and there, and learn about our culture and Israel. That's about it. Some people who aren't even Jewish go to my camp. So it isn't a very orthodox camp. Very reform.

One HUGE aspect of camp I'm going to write about would have to be the friends. Friends are the best part of camp. That's really why I get so excited about camp. There is an expression that goes like "You don't really know people until you live with them." Well that holds true here. And not in the perverted sense. Seriously, you don’t know a lot of things you think you do about your friends until you spend weeks living in the same room. I know more about the people I have lived with in camp than I do about the people I have gone to school with for years! And it's really true. I only see my camp friends for one to two months and they are some of my best friends! The bond you have with friends from camp is probably the most powerful thing about friendship. The things you learn about your friends is really astonishing. And I’m sure you can see that I keep in touch with my camp friends throughout the course of the year on facebook, gmail etc. So I still get to talk to them which is really great!!

The last thing I wanted to write about camp would certainly be the drama. I don’t think one day goes by where there isn’t drama. And one way or another, I’m in the middle of it! But the drama is just overwhelming. Relationship drama, family drama, friend drama, and plenty of other kinds of drama. What other kind of drama is there?? And camp is completely the basis of drama. And let’s be honest. Who doesn’t like drama?

So camp is almost here. All I have to do is take two Regents, two finals and a proficiency exam, and I’m off to camp! I don’t want to lose touch with anyone because not talking over the summer really does a lot to a relationship of any kind! So if you want to write to me and I don’t know your address, please email it to me at juhcub@gmail.com and I would certainly love to write to you! So when I get to camp I shall send you a letter with the address of the camp and you can respond!

So to sum up this entire post, CAMP IS ALMOST HERE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

By the way I don’t think I included the camp I go to. It’s Surprise Lake Camp! I can’t wait to see all of my camp friends and return to my home away from home!! :D

Your Friend
Jacob

Degrassi The Next Generation SEASON 10!!!!

For anyone who watches the incredible and amazing show, Degrassi, I have some really amazing news!! Teenagers all around the world want everything at their fingertips and they want Degrassi!! To give these people what they want, the staff of Degrassi has decided to make season 10 have 48 episodes!!! Starting at the end of July to the end of August, Degrassi will be on Monday-Thursday every week!! But then in October it will continue with one episode each week. They are also bringing on four new characters which will cause drama like always! Now for story lines of season 10:

Drew vs. Riley
- Riley is the star athlete at Degrassi and is also gay but has not told that many people. Anyway, Drew, a new character, will prove to be a big competition for Riley sports wise. And he might even expose Riley for being gay!!

Adam
- Adam is yet another new character on the show. But the most interesting part about him is that this character is played by a girl! So it is suggested that Adam is transgendered.

Bianca
- Yet another new character arriving this season, Bianca is known as "The Girl Who Makes Boyfriends Disappear." The show already has a girl who was a boyfriend stealer but it didn't really work out the way they wanted it to. This time, it will probably be more intense. :D

Anya
- Anya is a character that has been on since season 7. She is known as "The Two Faced Girl." It seems like she's going to have some major character changes.

Jenna
- Jenna came on Degrassi season 9. She was supposed to be a big boyfriend stealer but that went no where. She is known as "The Girl Who Doesn't Know Her Own Secret." No one knows what this is supposed to mean, but it certainly will cause problems in her relationship with the boyfriend she "stole" from her best friend.

Fitz
- Fitz was a minor character in season 9 but he's getting a bigger part this season. Since the show has decided to kick off the major bullies, he's going to take their spot and be the macho man around town.

Clare and Eli
- Clare has been on Degrassi for quite a while, but this season, she's going to have some big story lines. She and Drew (a new character) are supposedly going to become a couple. But then in the promo for season 10, it is hinted that death comes into play with their relationship. Also in the promo, "lockdown" is something that was also hinted. "Lockdown" and "death." Maybe he kills himself? Or brings a gun to school? I can't wait to see how that plays out!!

Alli and Drew
- This kid Dave likes Alli. Alli likes Drew (a new character). Drew likes Alli. See where this is going? Love triangle!

Fiona
- Fiona arrived in season 9 with a pretty small part. But in season 10 she is getting a big story line which involves abuse from someone. Who could it be?

So those are all of the story lines of season 10. For anyone who doesn't watch Degrassi, I highly recommend it!!!

Lastly, at the end of the promo, they had a wheel spinning saying all of these things that are going to happen next season. Here they are:
Betrayal
Sex
Crushes
Deception
Lockdown
Love
Lies
Secrets
Danger
Seduction
Loss
Surprises

My Short Story For English 9H (NEW VERSION!!!!!) :D :D :D

This is my revised short story. I took everyone's comments into consideration and here it is!! I CERTAINLY am not done with it yet. Not even close!! So if you have any other feedback, please write it in a comment. Also, if you have never read my first story, I suggest you read that first, think of some criticism, and then read my second one to see if I fixed what you feel needs to be fixed. Enjoy!!!!! :D

On July 17 at 8:37 P.M., I quietly snuck into a woman’s house and killed her. I threw her down, slit her throat, and left. As I ended her life at the blink of an eye, I felt a marvelous sensation run through my veins. It was the feeling of being able to live, and she no longer obtained that privilege. That’s too bad for her. This poor sucker will never see her family again, or say “I love you” to her beloved son. But that just isn’t my problem. She deserved what she got and I can finally feel relief. This was the first person I murdered, and it surely would not be the last.

Her murder rocked this idyllic community. When a poor, sappy house frau walked by a friend of hers from the book club she would say something like, “Oh my! Your hydrangeas are astonishing!! You must tell me how you keep them so vibrant.” Hearing that everyday walking to school made me clench my fists a few times. Who wants to grow up listening to that!? I don’t care about her hydrangeas and neither should you! So the next morning, the same as the last and the one to come, Mrs. Summers walked over to the woman’s house to borrow her duck confit recipe. As she peered into the window, she noticed the woman lying in a puddle of her own blood. Mrs. Summers let out a loud shrill. At that second, all of the residents on the street opened their doors and ran toward Mrs. Summers. Everyone asked what happened, what she saw, those kinds of questions she possibly could not answer. But yet they wouldn’t stop because they all want the juice. Buzzards. Why can’t they all die? Why can’t they all just stop talking and leave everyone alone!?! And that’s exactly why I do what I do.

So now I thought I would take this time to tell you a little about me. I doubt you want to hear anything about me seeing as though no one in my life ever did or ever will. I am twenty-four years old and I live in a dingy apartment two blocks over from the street on which I murdered the woman. I didn’t go to college even though I know I’m a genius. I scored one hundred and forty five on an IQ test I took while I was in high school. I guess you could say that helps me plan a murder. With my abilities to think logically, planning exactly what I wanted to do for a murder was a piece of cake. And there is a little background on me.

I didn’t kill anyone for a while. I wanted to let the paranoia set in... although one murder wouldn’t signal “serial killer” in anyone’s mind. The police barely cared about it either. That’s the problem with today’s society. Do the police really care that one sad, miserable, lonely woman was found dead in her household where there are no signs of anyone breaking in? They would probably just declare it suicide.
The feeling of killing someone I absolutely hate felt like nothing I have ever experienced. This woman made me so angry. She had it coming. After a few weeks I needed to kill again. I needed to kill people who ruined my life. So I began to plot another murder.

So a month had gone by and I had killed two more victims. Their names were Fred and Hayley Glasco. This couple used to babysit me when my mother went out to parties. They completely neglected me whenever I asked them for anything. So I began to cry because I missed my mother. When the crying interfered with whatever they were doing, they would simply walk over to me, and hit me. Whether it be a slap or a spank, they would hit me. They hit me all the time. And so I stole their lives, but I left their child. I wouldn’t be able to bear the fact that I killed a child. Now it was official, a serial killer was on the loose.

Three months had gone by and it was my high school reunion. I saw all of the “wonderful” people who attended my high school. I saw all of my “friends” there as well. When their eyes met mine, they rushed over to where I was sitting, alone.
“Weakling!!” They all shouted at me. Back in high school I was picked on among my friends because I was “weak.” They would push me, punch me, and kick me because they knew I would never be able to fight back. This was my chance to get them back. I only wanted to kill one in particular. Peter Reynolds was the one who beat me the most. He hit me as a joke, but he never knew how much it infuriated me. I would tell him to stop but he knew there wasn’t anything I could do to make him. But now there was. I asked him if we could talk privately. At first he refrained because it did seem kind of weird. But then I convinced him to walk outside. As we walked into an alleyway, I killed him and threw his body into a dumpster. Again, I felt that feeling. He had ruined my high school career and I had ruined his life. Permanently.

As I walked along the sidewalk the shining sun quickly departed as if it feared me just as much as the people who felt comfort in locking their doors did. I’m sure they know that if I want to get them, I’ll get them. I love taking these walks along the sidewalk of this wonderful street. I get to think about the next person I can kill. When I can kill them, how I can kill them and where I can kill them. These thoughts run through my psychopathic mind twenty-four hours a day. So I can take these walks to sort through these ominous and sometimes scary thoughts that frighten me at times. I walked by the calm and tranquil lake by which I used to play by. Watching the water glisten in the sunset made me think about something else for once. It made me think that what I’m doing is wrong. I’m stealing life from others. I’m taking something from them, so they should take it from me. And then I stopped thinking like that. I started thinking the way I normally do. These people need to leave this world. They caused pain and suffering and they don’t deserve life. I then decided to go home and plan my next murder.

It was extremely difficult deciding who to kill. I had the decision of who lives and who dies in my hands. I was just like God. And then I thought of someone. I thought of the next person I could kill. Maryann Pittman was my next victim. She was the go-to person when you wanted gossip. She would look into people’s windows just to see what was up and then talk about it with all of her friends. She saw my mom and me fighting one time. My mom was giving me a lecture because even though I was the smartest student in school, I could never hold a steady job. I was just fired for the eighth time in two years. My mom started calling me a failure and she was ashamed to be my mother. She said it was embarrassing to call me her son. I was just about to speak up and stand up for myself when her cold and sharp hand collided with my face. The feeling of being hit like that by the woman who raised me infuriated me. So Maryann ran off and called all of her friends. When I would walk around the neighborhood, everyone would stare and point at me and say “That’s the child who was hit by his mother.” And the funny thing is that none of those people did anything about it even though they knew I was being abused. That was not the first time I was hit. My mother beat me for as long as I could remember. So Maryann, say goodbye to everyone, because you’ll never see them again.

The next night, I walked by Maryann’s house a few times to scope out the place. As I was walking, Mrs. Summers was walking her dog.

“Well hello there,” she said.
“Hi there Mrs. Summers. Are you walking your dog?” I asked.
“Indeed I am. You know, I never can remember your name.”
“My name is Adrien. Adrien Cedricks.”
“Are you Linda Cedricks’s son?
“Yes I am,” I replied.
“Well I am so deeply sorry for what happened.”
“So am I.”

At that point, I really didn’t want to stand there any longer and talk to this irritating woman. I had better things to do. Then her stupid dog came over and jumped on me. His filthy paws wiped mud all over my pants and shirt. My favorite pants and shirt. God do I hate that dog.

“Well I best be on my way,” I told her.
“Alrighty then! And I’m sorry about my dog. He can be a little irritating at times, especially when he is able to get into people’s houses. I don’t know how he does it, but he does.”

I was thinking about two things at that point. The first thing was that I hate that demon dog, and second was the urge to kill Maryann. I have to kill Mrs. Summers next, and her little dog too.

The night of Maryann’s death had finally arrived. I was ecstatic about being able to kill again. I left my home at around eight o clock at night. I was planning to break in to her house from her doggy door. Apparently, when she had it installed in her door, it was too big. Big enough for a psychopath like myself to crawl through. I peered into the window and saw no sign of her downstairs. So it was safe for me to sneak in, kill her, and leave. I crouched down, crawled through the door, and entered deep waters.

As I walked through her home I saw pictures of her parents, her children, her college graduation and many other precious moments captured in a single push of a button. I passed two lit candles. I had a thought for a fleeting moment to set the house on fire. I then realized that would not satisfy my addiction. I need to see her eyes lose emotion and feeling. I stopped to think and make sure she didn’t know anyone was intruding her home. She didn’t. I continued walking. I stepped on a piece of glass all of a sudden. Then I heard her dial a phone number. I don’t think it was the police because I heard the tone for more than three digits on the phone. But now I can’t kill her because she’s talking to someone! And who knows for how long!? I thought to myself that I had better get out of there. But something drove me to continue and follow through with my plan. I faintly heard a voice on the other line seeing as though the room Maryann was in was very close to where I was standing. The voice sounded like Mrs. Summers. I could determine that voice anywhere. She started yelling at Mrs. Summers. Then I heard a loud smash. She probably threw the phone against the wall or something like that. At that point, she started down the stairs. Every thud of her foot against the steps was like a thud of my heartbeat. My blood was rushing through me. I was losing patience! I needed to do this now.

She could feel my presence. She knew she wasn’t the only one home. And that is when I walked around the corner, grabbed her by her hair and threw her down to the floor. She screamed as loud as she could, but no one could hear her. I held back from killing her so quickly because I enjoyed her fear. I enjoyed listening to the sound of her scream because I held her life right in my hand. The feeling is something I could never explain. But then I needed to end her life before someone actually heard her scream. Suddenly, she stood up, punched me, and ran into the kitchen. She hit me. She hit me. My blood started boiling. I clenched my teeth and walked toward the kitchen. Maryann dialed 911, and as soon as someone came on the other line, I grabbed her hand, and smashed the phone against the wall. I took my blade, and soon enough, she was lying in her own puddle of blood. I felt rejuvenated.

The demon dog then wandered in through her enlarged doggy door. I then remembered Mrs. Summers telling me this dog arrives in people’s houses occasionally. I guess this was one of those times. The dog ran over to me, barked a few times, jumped on me, and landed in her puddle of blood. I had no time for this dog so I unlocked the front door, and tossed it outside. I then burst out the back door to return home.

A few minutes before, Mrs. Summers wanted to go over to Maryann’s house for two reasons. One was because Maryann was mad at her after their fight on the phone. Second, she wanted to know if Maryann was okay because she heard screaming. So Mrs. Summers wandered over to the house. As she arrived at the house, her dog was outside on the porch. She picked up the dog and it wiped blood off of its paws onto her light pink blouse. It was her favorite blouse. And now she knows how I felt when her dog wiped mud on my shirt and pants.

The police arrived a few seconds later. Mrs. Summers was taken into custody for the murder of Maryann. Everything fit together like a puzzle. She had Maryann’s blood on her blouse and there were dog prints in the house. She was taken to “the big house,” and I got off scot free.

On July 17, at 8:37 P.M., I snuck into my mother’s house and killed her. I threw her down, slit her throat, and left. As I ended the life of my mother at the blink of an eye, I felt a marvelous sensation run through my veins. It was the feeling of being able to live, and she no longer obtained that privilege. That’s too bad for her. This poor sucker will never see her family again, or say “I love you” to her beloved son, me. She deserved what she got and I can finally feel relief. This was the first person I murdered, and it surely was not the last.

My Short Story For English 9H (OLD VERSION!!)

On July 17 at 8:37 P.M., I slowly snuck into a woman’s house and killed her. I threw her down, slit her throat, and left. As I ended her life at the blink of an eye, I felt a marvelous sensation run through my veins. The feeling of being able to live was it, and she no longer obtained that privilege. That’s too bad for her. This poor sucker will never see her family again, or never say “I love you” to her beloved son. But that just isn’t my problem. She deserved what she got and I can finally feel relief. This was the first person I murdered, and it surely will not be the last.

Her murder rocked this idyllic community. When a poor, sappy house frau walked by a friend of hers from the book club she would say something like, “Oh my! Your hydrangeas are astonishing!! You must tell me how you keep them so awe-inspiring.” Hearing that everyday walking to school made me clench my fists a few times. Who wants to grow up listening to that!? I don’t care about her hydrangeas and neither should you! So the next morning, the same as the last and the one to come, Mrs. Summers walked over to the woman’s house to borrow her key lime pie recipe. As she peered into the window, she noticed the woman lying in a puddle of her own blood. Mrs. Summers let out a loud shrill. At that second, all of the residents on the street opened their doors and ran toward Mrs. Summers. Everyone asked what happened, what she saw, those kinds of questions she possibly could not answer but they wouldn’t stop because they all want the juice. Buzzards. Why can’t they all die? Why can’t they all just stop talking and leave everyone alone!?! And that’s exactly why I do what I do.

I didn’t kill anyone for a while. I wanted to let the paranoia set in. Although one murder wouldn’t signal “serial killer” in anyone’s mind. The police barely care about it either. That’s the problem with today’s society. Do the police really care that one sad, miserable, lonely woman was found dead in her household where there are no signs of anyone breaking in? They would probably just declare it suicide.

So a month had gone by and I had killed two more innocent victims. I stole the lives of a husband and a wife, but I left their child. I wouldn’t be able to bear the fact that I killed a child. Now it was official, a serial killer was on the loose. As I walked along the sidewalk the shining sun quickly departed as if it feared me just as much as the people who felt comfort in locking their doors and keeping a light on all night so I would believe someone was awake did. I’m sure they know that if I want to get them, I’ll get them. I love taking these walks along the sidewalk of this wonderful street. I get to think about the next person I can kill. When I can kill them, how I can kill them and where I can kill them. These thoughts run through my psychopathic mind twenty-four hours a day. So I can take these tranquil walks to sort through these ominous and sometimes scary, even to me, thoughts. I walked by the calm and serene lake in which I used to play by. Watching the water glisten in the sunset made me think about something else for once. It made me think that what I’m doing is wrong. I’m stealing life from others. I’m taking something from them, so they should take it from me. And then I stopped thinking like that. I started thinking the way I normally do. These people need to leave this world. They caused pain and suffering and they don’t deserve life. I now decided to go home and plan my next murder.

It was extremely difficult deciding who to kill. I had the decision of who lives and who dies in my hands. I was just like God. And then I thought of someone. I thought of the next person I could kill. Maryann Pittman was my next victim. She was the go-to person when you wanted gossip. She would look into people’s windows just to see what was up and then blab about it to all of her friends. She saw my mom and me fighting one time. My mom was giving me a lecture because my high school wanted to expel me because they thought I was a “lost cause.” My mom started calling me a failure and she was disappointed to be my mother. At that point her cold and sharp hand collided with my face. The feeling of being hit like that by the woman who raised me infuriated me. So Maryann ran off and called all of her friends. When I would walk around the neighborhood, everyone would stare and point at me and say “That’s the child who was hit by his mother.” And the funny thing is that none of those people did anything about it even though they knew I was being abused. That was not the first time I was hit, and it surely was not the last. Yet another reason for why these people need to die. So Maryann, say goodbye to everyone, because you’ll never see them again.

The next night, I walked by Maryann’s house a few times to scope out the place. As I was walking, Mrs. Summers was walking her dog.

“Well hello there,” she said.

“Hi there Mrs. Summers. Are you walking your dog?” I asked.

“Indeed I am. You know, I never can remember your name.”

“My name is Jack. Jack Cedricks.”

“Were you Linda Cedricks’s son? She was such a wonderful woman.”

“Thank you.”

At that point, I really didn’t want to stand there any longer and be grilled by her. I had better things to do. Then her dumb dog came over and jumped on me. His filthy paws wiped mud all over my pants and shirt. My favorite pants and shirt. God do I hate that dog.

“Well I best be on my way,” I told her.

“Alrighty then! And I’m sorry about my dog. He can be a little irritating at times, especially when he is able to get into people’s houses. I don’t know how he does it, but he does.”

I was thinking about two things at that point. The first thing was that I hate that demon dog, and second was the urge to kill Maryann. I have to kill Mrs. Summers next. Along with her little dog too.

The night of Maryann’s death had finally arrived. I was ecstatic about being able to kill again. I left my home at around eight o clock at night. I was planning to break in to her house from her doggy door. Apparently, when she had it installed in her door, it was too big. Big enough for a psychopath like myself to fit in through. I peered into the window and saw no sign of her downstairs. So it was safe for me to sneak in, kill her, and leave. I crouched down, crawled through the door, and entered deep waters.

As I walked through her home I saw pictures of her parents, her children, her college graduation and many other precious moments captured in a single push of a button. I passed two lit candles. I had a thought for a fleeting moment to set the house on fire. I then realized that would not satisfy my addiction. I need to see her eyes lose emotion and feeling. I stopped to think and make sure she didn’t know anyone was intruding her home. She didn’t. I continued walking. I stepped on a piece of glass all of a sudden. Then I heard her dial a phone number. I don’t think it was the police because I heard the tone for more than three digits on the phone. But now I can’t kill her because she’s talking to someone! And who knows for how long!? I thought to myself that I had better get out of there. But something drove me to continue and follow through with my plan. She started yelling at whoever she was speaking to. Then I heard a loud smash. She probably threw the phone against the wall or something like that. At that point, she started down the stairs. Every thud of her foot against the steps was like a thud of my heartbeat. My blood was rushing through me. I was losing patience! I needed to do this now.

She could feel my presence. She knew she wasn’t the only one home. And that is when I walked around the corner, grabbed her by her hair and threw her down to the floor. She screamed as loud as she could, but no one could hear her. I refrained from killing her so quickly because I enjoyed her fear. I enjoyed listening to the sound of her scream because I held her life right in my hand. The feeling is something I could never explain. But then I needed to end her life before someone actually heard her scream. I picked her up, swung the blade and cut myself in the arm by accident. It was a pretty big cut. I soon forgot about it took the blade, and soon enough, she was lying in a puddle of blood. I felt rejuvenated.

The demon dog then wandered in through her enlarged doggy door. I then remembered Mrs. Summers telling me this dog arrives in people’s houses occasionally. I guess this was one of those times. The dog ran over to me, barked a few times, jumped on me, and then fell to the ground. I picked him up, and some of the blood from my cut dripped onto him and the floor. I then let him out of the house. I looked around to make sure I left nothing that the police could trace back to me. I left.

That same night, Mrs. Summers noticed a red liquid on her dog. She took a Q-Tip and swabbed it off of him. She knew he was in Maryann’s house. She probably decided to stumble in and see how he got this red stuff on him. As she entered the house, she yet again saw a friend in her own puddle of blood. Instead of letting out a scream, she stood there dumbfounded. She was ready to return home to call the police. But then she noticed a little bit of blood away from the puddle. Mrs. Summers took the other side of the Q-Tip and swabbed that blood.

The police arrived ten minutes later. She gave the cotton swab to one of the officers. Of course Mrs. Summers felt right by this. She thought she was helping them. And she did. Oh she did big time.

Two weeks had gone by and the police showed up at my door. They took me to jail. And here I am now. Was it worth it? No. Why did I do it? Because the unexplainable urge took me over. And I loved every second of it. So I’m in this disgusting rat hole for the rest of my life. Why not write my story.

On July 17, at 8:37 P.M., I snuck into my mother’s house and killed her. I threw her down, slit her throat, and left. As I ended the life of my mother at the blink of an eye, I felt a marvelous sensation run through my veins. The feeling of being able to live was it, and she no longer obtained that privilege. That’s too bad for her. This poor sucker will never see her family again, or never say “I love you” to her beloved son, me. She deserved what she got and I can finally feel relief. This was the first person I murdered, and it surely was not the last.

Believe, Hope, Wonder: Great Expectations (Not The Book)

We all have expectations. Am i right? We all expect things to happen. And here is the question: Do things turn out the way you expect them to? Most of you will answer no. And why is that? It isn't a question you can answer, but it's a question that's in many people's minds. What is it that makes our expectations so different from what actually happens? In my opinion, the answer is life. Life makes its twists and turns every second of every day. And maybe our expectations would actually be met if life didn't turn on a dime. Does everyone understand what I'm talking about. And now to get into expectations. What kind of expectations do you have? Are they greater than what actually happens? Because the problem with having expectations that are too high would be that they are rarely met, and you are let down more often. I would say that having GREAT expectations would be worse than having LOW expectations. Now about having expectations that are too low. If you don't expect enough, you're most likely going to be surprised. This isn't always bad, but not expecting enough just doesn't seem like it could get you anywhere. If you never expect you could get a job, the people interviewing you will see that and they will see you don't expect anything of yourself. Another thing about not expecting enough would be that you show you don't expect much. I don't know how many people would like to put up with someone like that. And I don't know how many people would like to put up with someone who expects too much as well. I guess a good part about expecting too little of yourself and others would be this: you could really surprise yourself. You might discover something about yourself you never knew you were able to do because you never expected you would be able to do it. Then after discovering something about yourself or others could bring up your expectations. And that is probably the best part. But make sure your expectations don't get too great or else you won't be able to discover anything about yourself because all you will be is disappointed. This is a complicated subject and I want to make sure everyone understands where I am. I hope I don't sound like a babbling idiot because I'm really trying to get this point across. It is a VERY important point. Don't expect too much and don't expect too little or else you will have a few good results and a few bad results. Does anyone agree? Does anyone disagree? Please leave your thoughts in a comment!

Your Friend,
Jacob

Believe, Hope, Wonder: What We Can't Have

Well here is another philosophical post for everyone to read and think about. This time, the post is on we always want what we can't have. Why is that? Why can't we want what we can have. Is it because we enjoy the chase? We like having to work for what we can't obtain easily? For instance, love. People love the ONE person they cannot have. There are so many people in the world who love the people you can't be with. Just like in Shakespeare's "Romeo and Juliet." Romeo loves Juliet and she is a Capulet. They are forbidden to be together because of a family feud. It isn't even their fault their families are fighting, but yet they are not allowed to be together. Romeo actually experienced this twice. First with Rosaline. Rosaline did not love him back which broke his heart and then he fell in love with Juliet. And I’m sure that everyone has had a crush in Middle School or Elementary School. Did that person like you back? Most of the time, it’s a no and that’s just the way it usually is. We like or want what we can’t have. I just think it has to be human nature. It’s just a law. Does anyone else feel the same way? Does anyone else disagree? To me, it seems hard to disagree with because I don’t think there is one person who hasn’t ever wanted what they can’t have! Again, why do we want what we can't have, and why don't we want what we can have? It doesn't make any sense!! So please tell me your thoughts on the subject in a comment!

Your Friend,
Jacob

Upcoming Events!

I have decided to post a list of "upcoming events" every Monday. Just another peek into my life. But no matter how many glimpses you can take in my life, you'll never understand me. :)

1. Earth Science Test :( - Earth's Crust
2. Field Trip to "Castle Fun Center" on Thursday - At least that's what I believe it's called.
3. Possibly and hopefully seeing Miss Blogette this weekend!
4. Hopefully hanging out with Jessica Tyler (camp friend) for a Degrassi party seeing as though we are MAJOR Degrassi fanatics!
5. June 30th - CAMP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! - I know I'm skipping ahead but I'm so EXCITED!!!

The Fish Gadget

I want to start this post by saying I love this gadget! Some of you might be confused on why there is a black box with different red fish swimming around. Well I am here to help! First of all, if you put your mouse in the box the fish will follow. It's pretty cool! But then something magical happens if you click in the box! If you click anywhere in the box, pieces of orange food will appear and they fish will swim toward it and eat it. This gadget really does not have a point, but I think it's a cool thing to have on my blog page. Also, it just is fun to take a second and click to watch virtual fish swim for food. I like this gadget so I decided to put it on my page. I hope you enjoy it as well. And an update!!! - I will be posting my updated short story in the next couple of days. So if you didn't have a chance to read it (Madi), or if you despised it the first time (Jake and Krish) you will be able to read the revised version! And a LOT has changed!

Believe, Hope, Wonder: Thank You For Your Feedback!!!

Thank you to everyone that gave their input on my short story. I certainly will take it into consideration! :D

Believe, Hope Wonder: The Weekend

Thank God the weekend is here!! I have had a very long week with a math test, the incredibly stupid field test, and a global test which is postponed to Monday. I had studied for global prior to the exam for a good three hours and now the test is Monday! Sometimes I get frustrated with that, but it isn't such a big deal. Does anyone else feel like they have had an extremely long week where it feels like a Thursday and it's only a Monday? That's what I have been feeling for a few weeks now and I can't figure out why. The days just seem longer even though when I need more time for something, I don't have enough time! That doesn't sound right at all, but yet it is. So now I have been waiting for the weekend forever and yet I really don't have anything to do except continue writing my short story and blog. Sometimes these things really don't seem right and they are! But I cannot wait until Monday because I get to see everyone again! But a few words of advice. Take every day as a blessing. Because even though you want the day to end, you might not have a tomorrow. Live in the now. Live as if you will be gone the next day. Because who knows if you'll be in the next day?

You're Friend,
Jacob

Believe, Hope Wonder: Life

Life. What are you going to do? Are you going to embrace it? Hide from it? You have so many options!! Why play it safe? Why do what everyone wants you to do? Why not do what you want to do. Why not make your own music? I know I'm asking all of these philosophical questions, but how do you know what path you want to take in life? People always say, as teenagers we won't know what to do with life until we're older. But does getting older make life any easier? Or does it make it harder? We all think life is killer in middle school and high school, but just wait until we embrace adulthood. And that is why I made a blog. I made a blog because as I grow older, why wouldn't I want to look back at what happened in my life twenty years ago? So with life, do what you want. Because even deciding what to do for an hour or what to eat for dinner, will change your life, one way or another. So welcome to my blog. This is where we will believe, hope and wonder.