My mother was in the living room past out on the couch not even knowing what’s going on. My father working so hard to try and make a life for his kids that loves him too much to watch him fall to the ground and burn.
Me and my brother getting beat every day just trying to protect each other.Wow if you don’t call that love then I don’t know what it is, It was probably beat out of me for just saying the truth well sorry to say but the truth hurt so does the pain, The pain never goes away.
This is what’s real today a mother beating her child just for saying “mommy what’s going on today, you're not the same as the other day.” The mother get so mad for no reason smacks that poor little child in the face then said sorry. Welp just sayin’ sorry can’t fix every hit you thrown or lie you told.
(Just saying it's true but it didn't happen to me)
Wednesday, March 21, 2012
Friday, March 9, 2012
Monday, March 5, 2012
Lifeless
By: Erin Deese
You stabbed me in my heart and now look what you have done. Look at what had happened to me. I died! All you see is the blood form my chest dripping slowly down your hand. My lifeless body dying so slowly. Pain, was all I was in. Death, is all I could seek. I seen it flash before me. All of a sudden, one last scream and I'm being dragged off into the darkened grave. You took my life so now I will take yours. The death of me just made me stronger it helped me stand up for my rights. Now you will watch and see what will happen to you, if you don't leave me be!
Thursday, March 1, 2012
Me and my baby cousin
Imma tell you about the time I was going to be a cousin. Now I might have been a cousin before but not like this. Well my aunt was about to have the baby ,the date was 8/10/06, and it was a boy and she named him Julian but every one called him Juju. He’s 5 now and so smart.
I would baby sit him alot and I loved him alot. Once I remember me and his mother, Barbie, was changing his diaper and it was funny cause as soon as she moved the dipper he peed right in to her mouth I started rolling it was to funny.
They moved out of that house and in to another were he almost died and it was so scary i cried because he just had learned how to crawly and he ate a stick and started choking! It was so scary!
Well after that big mess I rocked him to sleep with a bottle and gently tucked him in his crib and turned on the baby mounter.... A year or two later my aunt was pregnant again but this time a girl.
Barbie was going to name her Gabby. She had the baby on 8/06/08. After the baby was born Julian was around two years old. He can talk now and he calls me Mommy Erin. I still watched him alot as he grew up and I started watching his sister to. Gabby looks just like her mother and Julian looks just like his father.
I love them both and I call them my kids. They are the world to me. They are now 4 and 2 and we just found out how much stuff Julian was allergic to. It was alot but the main one was peanuts! All kinds of peanuts and peanut butter to which was his favorite so that was sad cause he wanted some but couldn’t have none.
Well he’s 5 now and him his mother, sister, and father moved into a new house and the night we moved I was help them and we had to call 911 because we couldn’t find his medicine for his allergies and he was cry n saying “My throat hurts! It hurts!” So we called 911 and they made him better. I was so thankful that night toward them because he’s like my own child and I couldn’t lose him.
His sister was crying and it was a mess. I had to clam down his sister and him so the EMS people could help him. I was so scared because I thought I might lose him and I wouldn’t know what to do.
He’s all better now and his sister is so sweet shes like a little 3 year old Barbie. She is so cute.
For me and my baby cousin |
Friday, February 24, 2012
ELA Showcase
This is my top three post:
The reason this is my number one is because it's true you wounder what it is every day and almost no one knows.
The reason I wrote this is because I didn't have as meny friends as you would think but when I frist met her it's like there was hope for me to be someone in middle school.
The reason I wrote this is because it tells the true meaning of love and it's not puppy love it's like you fell head over heels for someone.
The proof I am a writer.
Because I use to hate writing until i wrote a paper and then I started loving to write as you can see down below. Click here > to read it.. How I found my writing call
The reason this is my number one is because it's true you wounder what it is every day and almost no one knows.
The reason I wrote this is because I didn't have as meny friends as you would think but when I frist met her it's like there was hope for me to be someone in middle school.
The reason I wrote this is because it tells the true meaning of love and it's not puppy love it's like you fell head over heels for someone.
The proof I am a writer.
Because I use to hate writing until i wrote a paper and then I started loving to write as you can see down below. Click here > to read it.. How I found my writing call
Best example of creativity:
I think it was The Tell Tell Heart The Old Mans Ghost Side.:
The reason I think it's that one because it's like more detailed then a lot of my other writing.
Wednesday, February 15, 2012
My friends
If you know me you know I have alot of friends but I’m going to talk about 6 of them and my 8th grade year...... The friends I’m going to tell you about are Skylar, Katlyn, Diana, Chase and Josh. Well every one says your middle school years are the best years of your life, and for the longest of times it was true until i hit the 8th grade one year away from being a freshmen (9th grade) at the high school.
Well we are have had our ups and downs with each other, no doubt about that. But let me tell you the story about how we were all mad each other well it was more like the girls were mad at the guys but anyways it was in the middle of the year......
We were mad at each other because of drama! There has been nothing but drama since the first day of school. There was so much drama at that time like I mean there still is but not as bad. Me and Skylar was always in some type of trouble. But we still loved each other.
Well something happened and it’s like every one just wanted to fight with each other. I think it was over something so stupid like have you ever had one of them fight were it was so stupid you forgot what it was about..?
Anyways so we had a big fight we made up now but it was so big Skylar, Diana, Katlyn and me would not talk to Chase or Josh. Well we weren’t that mad at Josh we just didn’t talk to him that much because he talked to Chase.
So the fight went on for about 2 months then I became really sad because of somethings in my family and Chase came up to me and was like “Whats wrong??” and I just said “nothing” then he made me laugh and we all were friends again because no one could make me laugh that day as hard as he did so we all said sorry to each other and became friends.
So I guess the moral of the story is even if your mad at your friends never forget them because they will always have your back and make you happy when you really need it. Just like we did so always have your friends back but make sure their your real friends.
<33(Texting heart)
Wednesday, February 1, 2012
How I found my writing call.
I will tell you how I found my writing call..... This all started about 5 years ago after my dad and step-mom got married. Her name was Kathy but she hated it so every one called her Kat for short. One time she wrote a poem and these publisher saw it and wanted to put it in a card but they wouldn't put her name so she said no. It was great ,Kat and me were closer then ever. I always talked to her about everything from the guys I liked to my friends.
Well one day I came to talk to her and she was writing in her book of poems. I had to talk to her about my day at school. I forgot what the poem was called but I knew it was going to be good. I had gone through a lot that year and she knew it so did my father.
So that night before bed around 9 O’clock she started reading me and my brother Chris a poem she had written. I forgot the name but it was about “A little girl and her dad fling to Disneyland and the plain crashed and they both died” it was really sad.
About 20 minutes after that we got a phone call from my mom. She said “Tell the kid’s papaw Charley just died and that he loved them.” I was really close to him like really close. I was closer to him then most people in my family. I felt hurt, confused, and devastated. I knew he was in a better place because he had cancer but that's not why he died he died because of a blood clot.
Me and him form the time i was little,went fishing together and he even saved my moms life once. It was when she was younger. My mom was swimming in the lake by there house and he was watching her and he saw snakes coming up he yelled “Christina duck!” she turned back and saw them n’ ducked then he shot them.” I’ve heard that story alot because I go jump in the water and shes scared that it might happened.
even though he’s dead I still fill like he’s with me no matter what I’m going through. Like if I’m at home crying and I’m alone it feels like hes there trying to make everything okay. Then I was so sad for along time my step-mom said ”Erin baby girl don’t get your self down by what happened, Why don’t you try writing?” I said “Okay but I don’t know what to write about..” Kat said “Write about what you feel about whats in your heart what you think any thing that comes to you.” I went and got paper and a pen and started writing.
On the paper it said ”A couple of days ago I was very sad because my grandfather died and it hurt to think why did he leave and why did it happen right after I got home from seeing him. I thought he was fine everyone told me he was going to make it then why didn’t he.” I thought it was my fought. That was a hard month well after that everything started getting better.
I started writing alot and I became in love with writing. I mainly follow in Kat’s foot steps with poems. I’m about to write a book it’s going to be a children's book but I’m hoping it’s good because it will be my first. I don’t know the name yet it might “The little red fox that lied” I’m not sure though. But anyways this is how I found my writing call.
Well one day I came to talk to her and she was writing in her book of poems. I had to talk to her about my day at school. I forgot what the poem was called but I knew it was going to be good. I had gone through a lot that year and she knew it so did my father.
So that night before bed around 9 O’clock she started reading me and my brother Chris a poem she had written. I forgot the name but it was about “A little girl and her dad fling to Disneyland and the plain crashed and they both died” it was really sad.
About 20 minutes after that we got a phone call from my mom. She said “Tell the kid’s papaw Charley just died and that he loved them.” I was really close to him like really close. I was closer to him then most people in my family. I felt hurt, confused, and devastated. I knew he was in a better place because he had cancer but that's not why he died he died because of a blood clot.
Me and him form the time i was little,went fishing together and he even saved my moms life once. It was when she was younger. My mom was swimming in the lake by there house and he was watching her and he saw snakes coming up he yelled “Christina duck!” she turned back and saw them n’ ducked then he shot them.” I’ve heard that story alot because I go jump in the water and shes scared that it might happened.
even though he’s dead I still fill like he’s with me no matter what I’m going through. Like if I’m at home crying and I’m alone it feels like hes there trying to make everything okay. Then I was so sad for along time my step-mom said ”Erin baby girl don’t get your self down by what happened, Why don’t you try writing?” I said “Okay but I don’t know what to write about..” Kat said “Write about what you feel about whats in your heart what you think any thing that comes to you.” I went and got paper and a pen and started writing.
On the paper it said ”A couple of days ago I was very sad because my grandfather died and it hurt to think why did he leave and why did it happen right after I got home from seeing him. I thought he was fine everyone told me he was going to make it then why didn’t he.” I thought it was my fought. That was a hard month well after that everything started getting better.
I started writing alot and I became in love with writing. I mainly follow in Kat’s foot steps with poems. I’m about to write a book it’s going to be a children's book but I’m hoping it’s good because it will be my first. I don’t know the name yet it might “The little red fox that lied” I’m not sure though. But anyways this is how I found my writing call.
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