Will The Sun Ever Come (A song I wrote)

I'm in the dark
I'm trying to find my way out
But I don't see the light
Coming from the other side

Can you hear me?
I'm crying for help
But nobody seems to hear
Is there anyone at all?

I'm lost and can't find my way home
My feet are becoming numb
I can't see the light of day
Will the sun ever come?

It's cold and
There's no source of warmth
I'm bleeding, but keep moving forward
And that's when the rain comes

Sometimes I hear the music play
I put on a smile
Hoping it will stay

I'm lost and can't find my way home
My feet are becoming numb
I can't see the light of day
Will the sun ever come?

Teachers Assign Homework, Students Rebel

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News Anchor: This is James Berry, and you’re watching  FOX 12. Here’s the latest news: Students start a rebellion in school after their teacher assigns them homework. The whole school is in on this, not just the class. Here’s more with Amanda Kenny who is on the scene.
Amanda Kenney: (Sound change) Thanks James. These students are going crazy! They have destroyed all entry ways and have completely taken over the office. The rebels are running down the halls vandalizing each and every classroom down to the last broken pencil.
James Berry: (Sound change) That’s insane!
Amanda Kenney: (Sound Change) Indeed. They say that they will not stop until homework is banned from ever being given in school. We have also been notified that they want this new law passed throughout the country so that no child will suffer. The kids have most of the teachers rounded up in the history classroom of Ms. Nance and have locked them inside.
James Berry: (sound change) How is this being handled?
Amanda Kenney: (Sound change) Well James, the SWAT team is just pulling up. (Sirens in the background) It looks like their plan is to charge in. Hopefully those kids don’t have any weapons. They are waiting for dark to approach before they attack.
James Berry: (Sound change) Thank you Amanda. Well there’s the situation. We’ll be back with more feedback on this rebellion. Thanks for joining us on FOX 12.
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I stare at the text. Quiet tears start flowing down my cheek. "I'm sorry, I forgot I had plans," it says. We had been planning today all week. And when she finally texts me back, this is what she says. I throw the phone at the end of my bed and stare at the ceiling. I see so many good memories. But then they are all corrupted by bad ones. Too many to bare. I turn and burry my head in my pillow letting soft sobs out. Now all I can think of is the bad things fighting and fighting to get deeper and deeper into my brain. My friends all around me, not realizing my presence. The way they ignore me and pretend not to see me in the hallways. The pictures on Facebook that show all of them having a good time, but not me. When I text them or call them, there is no answer. At lunch, I'm always at the end of the table, where nobody notices me eating my food. There are more memories popping up, but I don't let myself think about them. I start thinking about my old friends. The way they called me everyday to have a play date. Playing with dolls an d watching Disney movies. And then I remember what happened to all of my friends. In first grade, my friends thought I was too bossy. In third grade, my only two friends ditched me to be by myself for the rest of the year. Years start coming down even harder. Fifth grade, I had a big group of friends who later ignored me until I went off by myself again without any friends. I make myself stop. I get up and grab my guitar. I start playing random notes, but the guitar is out of tune. I put it back not having the energy to tune it. I grab my iPod instead. I push shuffle and the first song that plays stops my breath. It was our song. When we were little. We sang it over and over until our throats hurt. She was my only friend that I actually kept over the years. I hadn't heard this song in so long. The last time I heard it was probably when she moved away three years ago. I lost touch with her. I never found her even though I tried multiple times. The song suddenly stops. My iPod is out of battery. The memories of bad times resume in my mind. This time, I don't try to fight it. I let my self cry as loud as I want to. I cry and cry until I fall asleep.

Messie

     Jeremy would most likely pick number 2- Get all the others to vote and deliver and ultimatum to Messie that if she doesn't stop leaving a mess, you will throw all her food out every day.
     "Okay guys, something has to be done about this," I say to everyone as I hold out a dirty dish and a half eaten sandwhich Messie left this morning. Everyone gives a nod of agreement. I put the food and dish down on the kitchen counter making sure that I show disgust on my face. "So here's what I think. We will just tell Messie that if she doesn't start wrapping up her food or rinsing her dishes or leaving a mess, we will throw all of her food away."
     Everyone considers this until all of them decide it's a good idea. "But who is going to tell her? She might throw a fit again," says Josh, one of the other room mates.
     "Well we could vote," I say. "Okay, you can only vote once and you can vote for yourself. As if any of you would want to. All right, who votes for Josh?" Ann raises her hand. Josh gives her a joking but convincing look showing that he will get her for this. "How about Ann?" Josh raises his hand and Ann shakes her head in disbelief but also joking. Mitch also raises his hand. "And how about Mitch?" I raise my hand. Josh and Mitch start jumping and yelling happily as if they had just won the lottery. I didn't say my name because every body has already voted. Ann doesn't look happy, but not surprised either
     "Fine, I'll tell Messie," she says.
     "Tell me what?" Messie walks into the room.
    

The Dinner

     "Today was the day," thought Carla. She had been waiting for this day for weeks. She was finally going to win the Spelling Bee. But first, she needs to take care of some business.

      Carla turns on the stove and puts a pot of water on it. She grabbed the frozen vegetable from the freezer and plopped them into the water. She got out some noodles and put them in another pot of boiling water on the opposite side of the stove. Carla was cooking so fast and precise that she said, "If I, for some reason, don't win the Spelling Bee, I could become a chef."

     Right as Carla was puring the tomato sauce over the spaghetti noodles, the phone rang. She wiped her hands off on her green and white apron. "Hello? she said into the phone in her sing song voice. It was Jenna. Jenna always wins the Spelling Bee every year and she soon became Carla's arch nemesis. She also happens to be Carla's lunch guest. 

     "Hey Carla! Is it okay if I come over a half an hour early? I figured it was best so that we can get to the Spelling Bee a little early." Jen said.

     "Yeah!" Carla said. "The sooner, the better." The girls hung up the phone. They talk to each other like they're best friends.

     "Hmmm..." Carla mumbled as she slowly and carefully walked over to the cabinet next to the fridge. Then opened it up even slower as she made a deep sigh. She moved the Cinnamon and the salt and many other spices until she got the very back right corner. The cylinder's label was covered by a yellow piece of paper taped onto it. Carla quickly started putting all of the spices back but leaving the back corner open. 

     Jenna was going to be there in fifteen minutes. Carla started to look nervous, looking side to side over and over. She knew it was now or never. She separated the pasta into two bowls. Then looking at the door again, she opened the yellow cylinder and poured some of the powder over Jenna's bowl. She speedily ran to the spice cabinet and put the cylinder back. After washing her hands very well, Carla got out some glasses and poured ice tea into them fixing a lemon slice on each. She set the table being very careful not to mix up Jenna's bowl with hers. "Ding," The door bell rang.

     "Hey!" Carla said as if everything was fine, as she opened the door.
     "Hi! Sorry for the sudden change of plans," Jenna said looking at Carla's hair and clothes. Carla hadn't even remembered to get dressed that morning. She even forgot to eat breakfast.
      "Oh," Carla said ashamed. "I guess I was so caught up in cleaning and cooking for lunch that I forgot to get ready."
     "Well its a good thing that I came early. You can get dressed before the Spelling Bee," Jenna suggested as she took off her jacket and hung it on the hook by the door. Then she pulled out a Tupperware from her purse full of cookies.
     "Oh good! You brought dessert," Carla exclaimed. "I already have lunch set out for us. It's still hot. I made pasta because I know it's your favorite. And we also have boiled veggies." They sat down at the table and talked for a little while, mostly about the Spelling Bee. Then Jenna started to bring up how she wins every single year and it is so easy to spell lieutenant. Carla got angry but instead of showing it, she said, "Let's dig in before it gets cold." With that, Carla took an enormous bite of pasta to nudge Jenna to take a bite also.
     Jenna laughed at the sauce rolling down Carla's chin. Then she put her fork into the pasta and got about half the size of pasta that Carla had, and ate it. Carla's heart stopped when Jenna took the bite. Jenna made a funny look like the pasta tasted weird. She reached for her ice tea but before she took a sip, she dropped the glass then fell to the floor. She had died immediately after falling. Carla watched as her face turned pale and muscles loosened.
     Jenna had made a hole in the basement for the body. After she hauled Jenna to the hole, she started cleaning up lunch. She took the money from Jenna's purse and then threw it in the hole with Jenna. She had an hour to get to the Spelling Bee so she took her time. Then she got dressed and did her hair and even finished her pasta.
     It was time to leave for the big event. Carla was so excited but her face was dull. "Put on a smile Carla!" she said to herself. "You are finally going to win this thing!" She turned around to get her purse and saw the cookies by the sink. "Maybe just one," Carla thought. She took a bite of the chocolate chip cookie. She swallowed and dropped the cookie on the ground. Her eye sight started to get blurry. She fell to the ground coughing. She glanced at the cookie she had dropped. There was white powdery stuff, kind of like the poison she put in Jenna's pasta. Then before she could piece it all together, her heart stopped.

      

My "Embelish an Ad"

“MIDVALE- clean, quiet, affordable Legacy Court. Free heat, water, and cable television. One bedroom and one bathroom for sale. NO PETS! Starting at $585 a month.” James wrote. He had a plan; a very devious plan.

    James Hall was a 18 year old kid that was struggling in school. He was held back a couple of years and cannot get passed the tenth grade. He usually skips school. He is a very smart kid. He knows spelling and math just from his earlier years in school but he doesn’t show any effort to learn now a days. His parents passed away three years ago. James can legally live by himself so he moves all over the place, switching houses every six months or so.
    James is a very troubled kid. His look doesn’t help being otherwise. He dresses in black sweats and a grey hoodie everyday. He has holes in his shoes and clothes, and he doesn’t bother getting new ones. James lost his parents when he was 15. They died in the most horrible way thought possible. They were slashed together in their own house. James remembers waking up from the sounds of screams and he went downstairs to find both of his parents dead on the bloody floor. Some people say James killed them. Why would anyone think that James would kill his own parents that he had loved so much?
    Now a days, James just walks around town and he always gets in trouble because his temper cannot put up with the teenagers that pick on him. He doesn’t have any friends even though he moves every so often. All he does is make enemy's with every other guy in high school. Sometimes girls too. The police hasn’t pieced this together yet buy every guy who ever picked on James is now dead or out of the country. All slaughtered like his parents were.    
    James realizes that the cops with think hes suspicious with all this slaughtering being done. But James will not get caught. He refuses to stop killing innocent people but he cannot get caught. This is why he moves so much, so that the police wont catch on. But just to be safe, he needs a partner. James pushed send on the ad email. He sent it to the jail newspaper. He knew that those getting released from jail will need a place to stay. Then he will convince the room owner to work with him and kill those lives of which they think deserve it.

~~~Years later~~~

    James found his new partner in crime, Charles. They became good friends and even better killers. They decided to start using other killing methods such as hanging, burning and other cruel schemes. They make sure that the police know it was murder, but make even more sure that they do not find out who the killers are. They have become very wealthy as paid assassins. They are criminal master minds so don’t cross their path or they will kill you.

Creativity

    Creativity is a person standing behind me all day throwing new ideas at me. They hit me hard and suddenly, that’s all I can think of. Creativity looks different every day, if not every second. She has all sorts of moods that change all throughout the day. All she wants to do is Inspire you to do crazy and wild things. Her ideas burst out of her like a rapid river going downstream.

At times when we are desperately asking for Creativity to give us some great ideas, she plays a trick on us and doesn’t help us out. Creativity is always there, especially when you get bored. She knows when you’re looking out into space so she tells you what to think about. It takes a lot out of you to come back to earth. Creativity likes to help out so she tells you all sorts of Exciting things to do, even on homework. She enjoys telling you what to draw and write. Some people think of her as a control freak. But without her, you’d be a boring glob of Uselessness. Sometimes her ideas are not the best but at least shes trying to help you. At least that’s what we think.

Creativity is full of Joy and Happiness, but she can also give you deep and dark thoughts that whirl through your head like a big gust of Angry Wind. She tells people to write and sing insane, horrid and twisted things. She gets inside peoples head and plants Exotic ideas in your brain. When Creativity is thinking up creepy and in genius thoughts, she must get rid of it before she is completely destroyed. So whenever you get an insane, crazy and terrible thought, Creativity is just using you so her mind isn’t poisoned forever.  Creativity sits beside my bed at night whispering crazy things without stopping until I eventually fall asleep. But this is the perfect time to crawl inside my head and bury an unthinkable thought inside my brain, this is where nightmares come from. Creativity is the kind of person who is your friend; then goes to stab you in the back. But when she has a terrifying thought, she ruins lives to get hers happy again. Serial killers and other criminals often get their bad influence from her. She knows who is vulnerable so she gives those people all of her  not wanted ideas. Creativity is a good person, right? No. She is just a little rat pretending to be your friend.