Poems
Basketball
Basketball is what I love
Basketball is what I do
Want to play me one on one
that is something I’ll do
Basketball is a team sport
Not a one man show
Fail with only one but
Play together and get better
Just have fun
Like I said…
Basketball is what I love
Basketball is what I do
Want to play me one on one
That is something I’ll do.
Sisters
Sisters, sisters what can you do
Love them, hate them
It’s a win- loss situation
Call each other’s name
See who can take more pain
Dress up pretty little dollies
our hearts laughing with jolly
Sisters, sisters what can you do
Love them, hate them
It’s a win-loss situation
Monday, May 11, 2009
Web request: Fun with Fables
Three Little Pigs
There were three little pigs, the lazy pig, anxious pig, and the smart pig. They just moved out of their parent’s house and were in the market for homes. Their realtor was a big bad wolf.
He first took the lazy pig. “Alright I have three houses to show you. Our first one is this straw house. It is a beautiful color and lovely smell. Plus you always have a snack. Shall we move on?” said the sneaky wolf.
The lazy pig replied, “No, ill take it. I’m too tired to move on. Anyways it seems like my kind of house.”
“O, ok. Enjoy your new home.” The wolf congratulated him.
Next he took the anxious pig. “I have three houses too show you. First we have this lovely straw house. Nice color and…” he rang on.
“Let’s go to the next one. I’m allergic to straw.” said the second pig.
“Ok, moving right along to the stick house. It has great form with these brown sticks stacked upon another. It blends in with nature and you will always have kindle for your fires. Also…” the wolf was rudely interrupted again.
“I’ll take it!” said the anxious pig thinking nothing could be better than this house and was ready to buy it.
“Nice selection. Hope you feel comfortable in your new house.” The wolf said going after the third pig.
Last pig, but he was the smart one. “Hi there, ready to go view a few homes?” the wolf asked.
“Yes but I’m looking for a house that will stand almost anything.” The pig said.
“Well I will try my best to do that. First we have a beautiful straw…” the wolf proceeding on.
“No. That will barely stand a breeze.” The smart pig complained.
“Ok, next we have a cute stick…” the wolf frowned as he was interrupted once again.
“That thing won’t even stand the weight of a bird.” He replied irritated.
“Well let’s hope the last one will suite your needs. Here we have a very stable brick house. Tall, in a beautiful red color, and stands almost anything.” He informed the smart pig.
“It’s perfect I’ll take it.” the smart one chanted happy with his decision.
“Well finally something suites you,” the wolf mumbled under his breathe.
“What?” the pig asked.
“I mean have a lovely time with your new home.” He said as he went off to the woods.
Later that night the big bad wolf came and tried to blow down the houses. The straw one fell with barely one breathe, and he ate the lazy pig. The stick house a couple of puffs, but came down and ate the anxious pig. The brick house became impossible for him, but he was full anyways. The next morning the smart pig found out what happened to his brothers. He was so glad he waited to see all the houses.
Moral: Look before you leap
There were three little pigs, the lazy pig, anxious pig, and the smart pig. They just moved out of their parent’s house and were in the market for homes. Their realtor was a big bad wolf.
He first took the lazy pig. “Alright I have three houses to show you. Our first one is this straw house. It is a beautiful color and lovely smell. Plus you always have a snack. Shall we move on?” said the sneaky wolf.
The lazy pig replied, “No, ill take it. I’m too tired to move on. Anyways it seems like my kind of house.”
“O, ok. Enjoy your new home.” The wolf congratulated him.
Next he took the anxious pig. “I have three houses too show you. First we have this lovely straw house. Nice color and…” he rang on.
“Let’s go to the next one. I’m allergic to straw.” said the second pig.
“Ok, moving right along to the stick house. It has great form with these brown sticks stacked upon another. It blends in with nature and you will always have kindle for your fires. Also…” the wolf was rudely interrupted again.
“I’ll take it!” said the anxious pig thinking nothing could be better than this house and was ready to buy it.
“Nice selection. Hope you feel comfortable in your new house.” The wolf said going after the third pig.
Last pig, but he was the smart one. “Hi there, ready to go view a few homes?” the wolf asked.
“Yes but I’m looking for a house that will stand almost anything.” The pig said.
“Well I will try my best to do that. First we have a beautiful straw…” the wolf proceeding on.
“No. That will barely stand a breeze.” The smart pig complained.
“Ok, next we have a cute stick…” the wolf frowned as he was interrupted once again.
“That thing won’t even stand the weight of a bird.” He replied irritated.
“Well let’s hope the last one will suite your needs. Here we have a very stable brick house. Tall, in a beautiful red color, and stands almost anything.” He informed the smart pig.
“It’s perfect I’ll take it.” the smart one chanted happy with his decision.
“Well finally something suites you,” the wolf mumbled under his breathe.
“What?” the pig asked.
“I mean have a lovely time with your new home.” He said as he went off to the woods.
Later that night the big bad wolf came and tried to blow down the houses. The straw one fell with barely one breathe, and he ate the lazy pig. The stick house a couple of puffs, but came down and ate the anxious pig. The brick house became impossible for him, but he was full anyways. The next morning the smart pig found out what happened to his brothers. He was so glad he waited to see all the houses.
Moral: Look before you leap
Wednesday, May 6, 2009
Part two: Little me making a difference
Little me making a difference
How can I change the world? That is one tough question. I want to make a difference but just not sure how. It seems so hard, yet I see all the people making a difference all the time, some in my life. I’ve noticed how I have too though.
On away trips that are overnight our softball team collects the little shampoo bottles and soaps that people never use in the hotel room, so we can give them to the people who may not be able to afford things like that. Just to help out a little. This is just a small change but can make a tremendous impact on somebody else. We even got that idea from another team, so they too are making a change.
Another thing I do is try to keep people going, determining them not to quit in school and sports. In basketball season I tried and help out my teammates on whatever I could and helping them in school so they could play. If they got discouraged I’d still be there with them pushing them. Who knows maybe it does a little.
Our community is always doing food donations too and I participate in almost every one. I can’t think of one that I haven’t helped out in. Simply giving a box of Macaroni and Cheese can keep someone from starving. How amazing is it to give such a little thing, but impact so much.
Our little LDS church in Wendover makes a big impact on this world with just even simple things. We are always going to some random person’s house and fixing up their yard, giving treats, cards, or just spending time with them letting them know we think about them. The whole church owns farms just to give to the needy and we pay tithing to help people out with money.
That is just a few things that I do to try and make a difference. I’ll think of something really good to do some day to change this crazy, ever-changing world we live in for the better.
How can I change the world? That is one tough question. I want to make a difference but just not sure how. It seems so hard, yet I see all the people making a difference all the time, some in my life. I’ve noticed how I have too though.
On away trips that are overnight our softball team collects the little shampoo bottles and soaps that people never use in the hotel room, so we can give them to the people who may not be able to afford things like that. Just to help out a little. This is just a small change but can make a tremendous impact on somebody else. We even got that idea from another team, so they too are making a change.
Another thing I do is try to keep people going, determining them not to quit in school and sports. In basketball season I tried and help out my teammates on whatever I could and helping them in school so they could play. If they got discouraged I’d still be there with them pushing them. Who knows maybe it does a little.
Our community is always doing food donations too and I participate in almost every one. I can’t think of one that I haven’t helped out in. Simply giving a box of Macaroni and Cheese can keep someone from starving. How amazing is it to give such a little thing, but impact so much.
Our little LDS church in Wendover makes a big impact on this world with just even simple things. We are always going to some random person’s house and fixing up their yard, giving treats, cards, or just spending time with them letting them know we think about them. The whole church owns farms just to give to the needy and we pay tithing to help people out with money.
That is just a few things that I do to try and make a difference. I’ll think of something really good to do some day to change this crazy, ever-changing world we live in for the better.
Wednesday, April 15, 2009
respose to Making a Difference
Candy Roland
4/15/09
Changing the World for the Better
Katie Williams, who was named Tennessee Public Fire Educator of the year, and her brilliant beagle Sally make a huge difference in this world we go round on. They teach people ways to having a fighting chance for their lives in cases of fire disasters. They mostly visit elementary schools, home school groups, and YMCA centers. In their routine Sally shows the kids how to stop, drop, and roll, crawl low under smoke, and feel the door for heat to see if there is a fire on the other side of it, while Katie explains the situation and what she is doing. One more trick Sally does is crawling out of the window if it is close to the ground or if it isn’t throwing her toys out the window to let people know she is in the building. They show the differences between matches and toys, which Sally knows the difference between them very well. They both love their jobs being Brentwood firefighters and making a change in peoples lives for the better.
4/15/09
Changing the World for the Better
Katie Williams, who was named Tennessee Public Fire Educator of the year, and her brilliant beagle Sally make a huge difference in this world we go round on. They teach people ways to having a fighting chance for their lives in cases of fire disasters. They mostly visit elementary schools, home school groups, and YMCA centers. In their routine Sally shows the kids how to stop, drop, and roll, crawl low under smoke, and feel the door for heat to see if there is a fire on the other side of it, while Katie explains the situation and what she is doing. One more trick Sally does is crawling out of the window if it is close to the ground or if it isn’t throwing her toys out the window to let people know she is in the building. They show the differences between matches and toys, which Sally knows the difference between them very well. They both love their jobs being Brentwood firefighters and making a change in peoples lives for the better.
Wednesday, February 25, 2009
response to group story
Heartless Sacrifice
The old rickety bus sped down the abandon highway heading to Lawton, Oklahoma. Hank Roberts (also known as Hairstone) was blankly staring out the dusty window. He removed his eyes from the monotonous landscape to look upon a man in his mid-forties loudly snoring beside him. He couldn’t help but smile when the thin brown mustache wiggled as the man’s lips puckered to draw in air. The smile felt weird, out of place, almost seemed wrong in his life. Ever since he was little, his life had been horrible; he’s never had a best friend and forget about having a first kiss. He’s dropped out of school when he was in 9th grade, just couldn’t keep his grades up. Since then he has been in and out of jail three times and is no longer Hank Roberts, but the youngest boy to go to prison in Lawton maybe even Oklahoma. Hairstone isn’t very proud of his life accomplishments. The five hours from the prison didn’t seem long enough for him, he didn’t want to go home, didn’t want to face his family, didn’t want to talk with his father. The bus made a quick strange turn and the man blinked open his eyes as his arm rolled off the seat. He settled into a sleeping position and closed his eyes again. Why can’t I do that, why can’t I just close my eyes and let life slip beneath my nose?
Hairstone easily slept the last three hours home; he awoke when the bus smoothly rolled under the silver tin roof. He slowly gathered his things, and then dragged them off the bus onto the dirt ground. It’s seems funny, how when he first step on this bus to head to jail, he hated every step he took towards it, but now he hated to take a step off. The warm night was quiet and comforting as he made his way home. He definitely wasn’t in a hurry so he took the long back routine. He listened as his gray sneakers crunched on the dirt path. Out of habit his hand flew to his head, his fingers combed through the soft slick hair. He loved the feeling and his hair was his prize possession. That’s also the reason he was nicknamed Hairstone, his classmate called him that as criticism for putting to much hairspray on, but he gladly took it as a complement for his perfect hairdo. He continued to walk in silence thinking about his next problem.
Unfortunately he was soon walking up the steps to what used to be home. The dark blue door long ago welcomed him in, but now it’s a shield to keep him out. He’s consider leave for jail and never coming home again, but where will he go? He has no money, no family, no friends to take him in, he was stuck and he knew it. Hairstone slowly took a deep breath and knock on the door. His knuckles shook violently as they hit the wooden surface. He took a step back and repositioned his body for defense. The golden knob turned and the door quickly swung open to reveal his father. Their eyes locked and no one said a welcoming word. His father was first to break the stare when he glanced at his own feet. Hairstone noticed his father’s eyes were cold and cruel, no sign of happiness or relief. His father’s body was tense and angry; there was a thin straight line that replaced his warm curved smile. “I shouldn’t have come back, I’m nothing but a problem to my family” Hairstone thought to himself. They stood there, his father occasionally looking up from his feet to see Hairstone’s steady gaze. Just when it seemed like his father had no intention of inviting him inside, he stepped back and swung the door completely open.
Hairstone took an uneasy step onto the blue carpet. His mother had rearranged the furniture since the last time he was here. The blue couch was pressed against the furthest white wall. His small fragile mother was perched on the last cushion staring at him with large cautious brown eyes. He took a quick step towards her, she flinched in response, and he suddenly stopped. Hairstone studied her facial qualities; she had worry lines under her eyes and her lips dropped into a grimace expression. She wouldn’t make eye contact with him but her eyes never lifted off his body in case he attacked. Hairstone’s gaze left his mother’s face and ventured to the portrait hanging above her. It was the recent family photo, his father’s strong arms gently wrapped around his mother. His little siblings were neatly line up in a row located in front, first Karen, then Jared, and the youngest Kyle. Everyone had a tinkle in there eyes and a large smile plastered on their faces. They never looked happier, yet he wasn’t seen with them. The door behind him rapidly closed hard shaking the windows and walls. His father swiftly walked over to his mother and stood next to her; he grabbed her hand and turned his attention to Hairstone. Hairstone looked away from the picture and faced his father.
“Why did you come back?” asked his father. No hello, how are you doing, nice to see you again, just why.
“Where else am I to go?” was all Hairstone’s response. His father’s eyes became dangerous and fierce.
“You didn’t have to have your mother bear this problem, did you?” snarled his father.
“So what I’m no longer your oldest son, just a problem?” asked Hairstone with disgust.
“No son on mine goes to jail,” replied his father in a harsh whisper.
“I came here to see if we can ever become a family again, but I see you have no intention of wanting me so I will leave your life forever,” said Hairstone. With those final words he stomped through the door into the black darkness.
The night was no longer comforting, it was chilly and long eerie shadows decorated the ground. The moon was slowly being covered by dark giant clouds that ruled tonight’s sky. Hairstone flipped up the collar of his jacket and stuffed his hands deep into his pockets to block the freezing wind. He dragged his feet and kicked up dust clouds as he walked down the long road. He slowly smoked his joint as angry thoughts filled his mind. He walked for about a half of mile until he reached his destination. Right in front of him stood the old family barn. Its high peaks stretch to the sky as the base covers the rocky ground. The yellow paint has flaked off revealing the old brown boards and the door crookedly hung on two small hinges. “Home sweet home” thought Hairstone. He sat on a bale of hay and glanced at the surrounding environment. “Huh, my life is a mess!” he sighed. He took the joint from his mouth and watched it gradually burn the tightly rolled paper. “What am I doing” he thought to himself. He extinguished the burning point and chucked it far into the nearby field. He grabbed the bale of hay he was sitting on and roughly dragged it into the barn’s shelter. He gracefully laid the hay into a comfortable bed and wearily dropped onto his back. Every part of his body ached of exhaustion, but his mind was too crowded to sleep. He tossed and turned and closed his eyes, but his mind wouldn’t surrender to relaxation. Finally he got up and walked outside to get some air and to walk around. He didn’t pay much attention, his eyes were open but he saw nothing. Suddenly the moon crawled away from a large black cloud and Hairstone looked up into the sea of wheat. His body was limp until the scene registered to his brain. His eyes were wide with shock and his mouth dropped open in unbelief. His body locked straight up, he couldn’t move. His eyes never lifted off the smoke that was billowing from the field. “This couldn’t be happening, I didn’t do it, I remember fully extinguished my joint before I tossed it! My father’s going to kill me if his crops are destroyed!”
screamed the frightened voice inside his mind. Without another thought he raced straight into the field with his bare feet.
The wheat softly brushed his skin as he sprinted down the narrow alleys towards the big column of smoke. His mind was frantically thinking of solutions to destroy the blazing fire. Then as he quickly closed in, the smoke stack grew to enormous heights. He stopped running when he reached a large clearing. Hairstone was paralyzed with fear and puzzled with curiosity when a bright purple light shined directly into his eyes. He was blind, suddenly the light rotated away from him and he blinked away the yellow spots that still inferred with his sight. Hairstone watched the purple light travel around and around in circles as it memorized the landscape. Without thinking, Hairstone stepped into the dark column of spinning substance. To his amazement it wasn’t a stack of smoke, but a large stirred cloud of dust. The rocks and particles hit his skin with full force leaving him itchy, red, and sore. The dust clung to his clothes and hair; he was once again blinded and couldn’t move. He stood in awe as he felt the dirt tornado spin around him, the dust stinging his bare arms and legs. Slowly he became to recompose his mind and recognize the danger, he cover his face with his arms and kneeled to the ground. His nose smelled the fresh soil as he hid his head between his legs. He sat there in wonder for several minutes. The spinning column didn’t move away like it should have. “What’s going on?” Hairstone thought. Instantly the wind decreased and the night air became clear once again.
Far in the distance a large silver objected sat awkwardly on the ground. It was a strange circular shape like a chewed up Frisbee covered with dents and burnt holes. “What in the world…” he slurred the end of his sentence when the object began to sprout weird metal legs. Hairstone observed as the item repositioned onto a flat sturdy base. The object looked like a shuttle, but that couldn’t be? Could it? Warm white steam filled the air as a hefty section of the object dropped to the ground. Hairstone could slightly see two small outline figures with such peculiar unnatural features. Terror and fear seized Hairstone’s mind and involuntary he dashed behind the near stalks of wheat. He peeped through the stems and saw a better view of earth’s new visitors.
There were two of them; their body’s looked slick, round, and spongy like jelly. However their skin was smooth and as black as the sea floor. Their eyes were a soft shade of orange that brightly reflected the dim moonlight. The aliens looked exactly identical except one was slightly smaller in size. Their presents chilled the air; they brought misery and gloom to the area. Gracefully the bigger one rolled over and a straight antenna emerged through the slimy substance. Hairstone was fascinated as the antenna curve around in a circle, smelling the stale air. They looked at each other, reading each other as if words were clearly printed in their orange eyes. Simultaneously they both magically grew two legs and walked east. They will be gone for only a short time.
Hairstone emerged back to life. His chest was strongly heaving up and down as he rapidly breathed. A cold sweat covered his forehead, and his body was uncontrollably shaking. He kneeled in silence, assuring himself that they were completely gone. Several minutes passed by as he gathered up his courage. He forcefully stood up; both his legs were tingling as his blood rushed down the veins. He was simply going to walk away and forget this whole occurrence, but his conscience was nagging at him. He hesitated from one foot to the other, debating whether to hide in safety or explore the unknown.
Eventually his curiosity overpowered and he quietly sneaked over to the shuttle. The shuttle was tiny and it was giving off extreme heat. Hairstone quickly tip toed into the deep dark opening. His feet softly tapping against the metal floor creating a semi-loud echo that worried him. His head began to ache as he greatly concentrated on not making a sound. His left foot lifted of the ground as he hoisted his body into a flat platform located about waist high. He stopped breathing, strained his ears for the tiniest sound, eyes watching for any movement in the black darkness. False alarm, he continued with his dangerous journey, memorizing every step and turn he made. His hand brushed against the warm wall, feeling the smooth polished surface beneath his fingertips. He took as sharp right turn; suddenly he was exposed to a spectrum of colors that he has never seen before. Hairstone’s eyes burned at their brightness and his mind was entirely confused. He didn’t know what to think, what to say, what to do? He continued to make his way down the aisles and around the tables that held such strange magnificent objects. So strange and overpowering that they didn’t, couldn’t have a description to compare to. He strolled through the long hallway glancing in every direction. “How did such a long room fit in this tiny shuttle?” thought Hairstone. The room ended with no door, curtain, or force of any kind. Hairstone uncomfortably strolled back into the chilling darkness that covered every curve of his body. He was begging to think these visitors were nothing to fear, until he staggered into the next room. An enormous map covered the west wall, spotlights brightly shined onto it. The rest of the room was bare, no furniture, no strange objects just the large map and the lights. Hairstone moved towards it, the map was sprinkled with circles. Each circle was a different color and they were different sized too. Hairstone eyed each one careful making sure he wasn’t going to miss an important detail. He abruptly stopped when he recognized one. This one had large rings centered around the middle of an orange circle. The rings were tiled, and they had stripes of different colors. This was no mistake; Hairstone was staring at the planet Saturn. He took a swaggering step back and looked more to his left and there it was our beloved mother earth. Graceful silver symbols dance to the right of the picture; Hairstone couldn’t read their mystical language. However he could easily understand the blood red cross out sign that framed over earth. The aliens are here to destroy them. Hairstone completely forgot about silence, he let out a long desperate scream. He sprinted through the rooms at full sped knocking over containers, spilling their precise content onto the gray hot floor. His only desire was to get out, find safety, and become free of death’s grip.
He slowly decreased running when he reached the barns entrance. He plopped onto the haystack and closed his eyes. Fear and hatred filled his body from head to toe. “What am I going to do? Who do I go for help? Why earth? How are they going to kill us? How soon?” he thought as the questions flooded his brain. He lied there thinking, concentrating, and meditating with all his might. His eyes fluttered open when he recognized the only choice he had. He swiftly opened his backpack and fished out his marble green switchblade and exited through the wooden door.
Hairstone bravely marched into the wheat field once again. Everything was on the line and his courage was soaring at new heights. Hairstone has assembled and is putting his plan into action as he walked around jagged turns and straight passages making sure his scent was impossible to trace. When he was satisfied he silently tottered to the space shuttle, he keeping hidden by the long stalks of wheat. He crouched in the same hiding spot as before and surveyed the land. He traced the pattern of footsteps that were imprinted in the soil. He recognized his soft footsteps going into the shuttle and then exiting with deep hurried footsteps. He hoped the aliens haven’t noticed them also. He also saw two other pairs of tracks. He traced the two patterns leading west, strangely each creature had an extra toe or something attached at the heel. He then noticed two long circular imprints that extended up to the shuttle’s entrance. “They must have rolled back here,” he thought to himself “what if walking takes up most of their energy?” He was pleased at his new discoveries. They were back in the shuttle, hopefully sleeping, but that’s if they even sleep.
Once again he quietly sneaked into the shuttle, trying to deafen the soft echoes. He strained all of his sense, trying to discover where these creatures were. His muscular back burned as he pressed his body against the hot wall. He slowed his breathing to a bare minimum. He could hear them; they were deep into the center of the shuttle. He listened to them toying with glass objects as their strange language pierced the quiet air. Their words were high pitched, if they scream when his knife stabs them he might not be able to hear again, but that’s a risk he’s going to take. He slithered farther into the dark hallway, keeping his back against the wall. His ears noisily pounded inside his head, however his brain had no problem functioning. Hairstone peaked through the side of the wall, before stepping into the next room, and then tip toed across the metal floor. Finally he spotted them; they were in a room fully covered in something soft, but scratchy like carpet. However something stained the walls, something red, it was blood. In the middle of the floor laid a bulky pile of gray fur. Hairstone recognized it as the gray wolf that has been wondering around the West Mountains for a long time. Hairstone didn’t care that they killed the wolf, because it has killed their family’s dogs several times. No he was worried, because no one could ever catch that wolf until now. Hairstone was afraid that the human race was slowly counting down to extinction. Hairstone moved his eyes to the black blobs that hovered over the kill. They had their backs to him, watching the pile with interest. Their arms and legs were drawn back inside their jelly bodies. This was his time to move, Hairstone quickly crepted across the room, inclosing for his murder. He flipped open his knife, and held in carefully in his right hand. He was behind them, they still didn’t notice him, and he was going to complete this mission easily. He swiftly swung his right arm and jabbed the blade into the creature’s black back. He pulled down, nothing happened. There was no screaming, no scratch, nothing harmed it. However the creature felt it and turned around. Hairstone stared deep into the orange pair of eyes. He slowly became dizzy and couldn’t see straight. He dropped onto his knees and his body became weak. He passed out with the pair of eyes burnt on the back of his eyelids.
Hours later Hairstone woke up. He had a huge migraine throbbing inside his head and his wrists covered in something wet. He tried to move his arms, but the sticky cool substance held him back. He was afraid to open his eyes, afraid he might not be alive, afraid he was going to see those hideous eyes again. He slowly counted to three and gathered up his courage, he slightly peeked through the small opening of his eyelid, they weren’t here. He fluttered open his eyes the rest of the way and noticed he was in the same room with all the tiny odd trinkets sitting on the table, protected by glass cases. He again saw the bright color scheme that hurt his eyes. He looked down, his eyes stung. Hairstone then noticed the warm blood that coming from his wrist and ankles. He could hear the slight dripping sound as it hit the ground below. “What is this?” he thought “Why can’t I feel the pain?” He let his mind swim in questions, he struggled to free himself, but the magical elastic bands would not release. Unexpectedly the two earth visitors walked into the room, their two gooey hands held something, it was a dangerous weapon. “I can’t believe my life is going to end this way, this just isn’t possible.” He thought to himself. The creatures slowly glided toward him, their eyes were clear and hard to read. They lifted the weapon and shoved it into his stomach knocking away his breath. He stayed there gasping for air, watching every move these killers made. “What if I try talking to them? Maybe they will understand.” He thought.
“Hi, welcome to earth, is your mission to destroy earth?” he rapidly said. They turned their attention to him; he stared into their eyes looking for any hint of understanding. They both blinked once and nodded a slow yes. Yes they understood, I wonder if I could use my talent to distract them.
“Why are you going to destroy earth?” he slowly said this time. They stared at him with their large orange eyes and the smaller opened its mouth. Then the loud combination of shrieking and screaming came. It abruptly stopped and looked once again at him. “Great I can only use yes or no question!” Hairstone thought.
“Ok, let me rephrase that, are you going to kill earth for fun?” he asked
Instantly they both shook their heads no. That’s good, they had a reason.
“Are you going to destroy it, so you can travel on?” he asked
Again they showed no.
“Ok, are you going to kill it because it’s a threat?” he asked
He expected a no, but he was greatly surprised when they shook their heads yes.
“Oh, I see ummm… how about I make you a deal; I will sign a treaty promising you that we won’t harm you if you don’t harm us.” Hairstone suggested.
Their eyes glistened and they quickly nodded yes. Silently the bigger one rolled over to the door and his arm reached through the slime and extended a yard away from the body. “Great they have super stretchy arm,” he thought as the creature came back with a tightly rolled paper in hand. He stretched his arm once again towards me. Hairstone awkwardly grabbed the paper from it’s hand and unrolled it. The script was covered in small elegant silver writing, the same writing next to the picture earth.
“I’m sorry guys, I can’t read this.” He sadly whispers.
They must have foreseen this problem, for the bigger once took it from Hairstone’s white palms and replaced it with an identical roll. Once again he unrolled it, but this time it was covered in small detailed pictures. Hairstone carefully studied each of the pictures, and understood the message. The meaning was clear and easy to comprehend; they weren’t going to leave empty handed. They wanted a live human body to test and dissect on. “I suppose this is my mission on earth,” he thought “But here is my opportunity to live, start fresh, live with a life of happiness, do I really want to throw it away?” he silently asked himself. He knew the answer he had to chose, but his mind still had a long conflict. The creatures stared with confused and patience eyes as they watched his face change from anger, to confusion, then finally depression. Hairstone nodded his head yes, he wouldn’t say the words, it would seem too realistic. They looked pleased, and they began to scurry in different directions preparing for the return home. Hairstone stayed there, not moving, just looking at the ground with tear filled eyes. “This is the end, I will die when I’m in space, hey look on the bright side I am dying for a good cause, just the opposite of what my father thought.” He quietly said to himself. He didn’t know why but thinking about his father dropped a heavy weight onto his heart. “I will never see my family, the sky, or even another human again,” he sadly thought. He then sucked up a deep breath of air and decided to go on with the rest of his life.
They launched off from earth about a half hour after he made his decision. The sudden release gravity made his stomach jump to his throat and made him feel extremely sick. He closed his eyes and focused on not thinking. That didn’t work. His heart and mind was still deep in depression, never to find happiness again. They broke through the sound barriers and Hairstone listened to the three atomic bombs ring in his ears.
“Oh well, I have lived a good life, and there will always be danger in the fields.” He said to himself.
No one will ever know about the heroic deed that Hairstone did for the human race, and once again the mystery of aliens is a secret.
The old rickety bus sped down the abandon highway heading to Lawton, Oklahoma. Hank Roberts (also known as Hairstone) was blankly staring out the dusty window. He removed his eyes from the monotonous landscape to look upon a man in his mid-forties loudly snoring beside him. He couldn’t help but smile when the thin brown mustache wiggled as the man’s lips puckered to draw in air. The smile felt weird, out of place, almost seemed wrong in his life. Ever since he was little, his life had been horrible; he’s never had a best friend and forget about having a first kiss. He’s dropped out of school when he was in 9th grade, just couldn’t keep his grades up. Since then he has been in and out of jail three times and is no longer Hank Roberts, but the youngest boy to go to prison in Lawton maybe even Oklahoma. Hairstone isn’t very proud of his life accomplishments. The five hours from the prison didn’t seem long enough for him, he didn’t want to go home, didn’t want to face his family, didn’t want to talk with his father. The bus made a quick strange turn and the man blinked open his eyes as his arm rolled off the seat. He settled into a sleeping position and closed his eyes again. Why can’t I do that, why can’t I just close my eyes and let life slip beneath my nose?
Hairstone easily slept the last three hours home; he awoke when the bus smoothly rolled under the silver tin roof. He slowly gathered his things, and then dragged them off the bus onto the dirt ground. It’s seems funny, how when he first step on this bus to head to jail, he hated every step he took towards it, but now he hated to take a step off. The warm night was quiet and comforting as he made his way home. He definitely wasn’t in a hurry so he took the long back routine. He listened as his gray sneakers crunched on the dirt path. Out of habit his hand flew to his head, his fingers combed through the soft slick hair. He loved the feeling and his hair was his prize possession. That’s also the reason he was nicknamed Hairstone, his classmate called him that as criticism for putting to much hairspray on, but he gladly took it as a complement for his perfect hairdo. He continued to walk in silence thinking about his next problem.
Unfortunately he was soon walking up the steps to what used to be home. The dark blue door long ago welcomed him in, but now it’s a shield to keep him out. He’s consider leave for jail and never coming home again, but where will he go? He has no money, no family, no friends to take him in, he was stuck and he knew it. Hairstone slowly took a deep breath and knock on the door. His knuckles shook violently as they hit the wooden surface. He took a step back and repositioned his body for defense. The golden knob turned and the door quickly swung open to reveal his father. Their eyes locked and no one said a welcoming word. His father was first to break the stare when he glanced at his own feet. Hairstone noticed his father’s eyes were cold and cruel, no sign of happiness or relief. His father’s body was tense and angry; there was a thin straight line that replaced his warm curved smile. “I shouldn’t have come back, I’m nothing but a problem to my family” Hairstone thought to himself. They stood there, his father occasionally looking up from his feet to see Hairstone’s steady gaze. Just when it seemed like his father had no intention of inviting him inside, he stepped back and swung the door completely open.
Hairstone took an uneasy step onto the blue carpet. His mother had rearranged the furniture since the last time he was here. The blue couch was pressed against the furthest white wall. His small fragile mother was perched on the last cushion staring at him with large cautious brown eyes. He took a quick step towards her, she flinched in response, and he suddenly stopped. Hairstone studied her facial qualities; she had worry lines under her eyes and her lips dropped into a grimace expression. She wouldn’t make eye contact with him but her eyes never lifted off his body in case he attacked. Hairstone’s gaze left his mother’s face and ventured to the portrait hanging above her. It was the recent family photo, his father’s strong arms gently wrapped around his mother. His little siblings were neatly line up in a row located in front, first Karen, then Jared, and the youngest Kyle. Everyone had a tinkle in there eyes and a large smile plastered on their faces. They never looked happier, yet he wasn’t seen with them. The door behind him rapidly closed hard shaking the windows and walls. His father swiftly walked over to his mother and stood next to her; he grabbed her hand and turned his attention to Hairstone. Hairstone looked away from the picture and faced his father.
“Why did you come back?” asked his father. No hello, how are you doing, nice to see you again, just why.
“Where else am I to go?” was all Hairstone’s response. His father’s eyes became dangerous and fierce.
“You didn’t have to have your mother bear this problem, did you?” snarled his father.
“So what I’m no longer your oldest son, just a problem?” asked Hairstone with disgust.
“No son on mine goes to jail,” replied his father in a harsh whisper.
“I came here to see if we can ever become a family again, but I see you have no intention of wanting me so I will leave your life forever,” said Hairstone. With those final words he stomped through the door into the black darkness.
The night was no longer comforting, it was chilly and long eerie shadows decorated the ground. The moon was slowly being covered by dark giant clouds that ruled tonight’s sky. Hairstone flipped up the collar of his jacket and stuffed his hands deep into his pockets to block the freezing wind. He dragged his feet and kicked up dust clouds as he walked down the long road. He slowly smoked his joint as angry thoughts filled his mind. He walked for about a half of mile until he reached his destination. Right in front of him stood the old family barn. Its high peaks stretch to the sky as the base covers the rocky ground. The yellow paint has flaked off revealing the old brown boards and the door crookedly hung on two small hinges. “Home sweet home” thought Hairstone. He sat on a bale of hay and glanced at the surrounding environment. “Huh, my life is a mess!” he sighed. He took the joint from his mouth and watched it gradually burn the tightly rolled paper. “What am I doing” he thought to himself. He extinguished the burning point and chucked it far into the nearby field. He grabbed the bale of hay he was sitting on and roughly dragged it into the barn’s shelter. He gracefully laid the hay into a comfortable bed and wearily dropped onto his back. Every part of his body ached of exhaustion, but his mind was too crowded to sleep. He tossed and turned and closed his eyes, but his mind wouldn’t surrender to relaxation. Finally he got up and walked outside to get some air and to walk around. He didn’t pay much attention, his eyes were open but he saw nothing. Suddenly the moon crawled away from a large black cloud and Hairstone looked up into the sea of wheat. His body was limp until the scene registered to his brain. His eyes were wide with shock and his mouth dropped open in unbelief. His body locked straight up, he couldn’t move. His eyes never lifted off the smoke that was billowing from the field. “This couldn’t be happening, I didn’t do it, I remember fully extinguished my joint before I tossed it! My father’s going to kill me if his crops are destroyed!”
screamed the frightened voice inside his mind. Without another thought he raced straight into the field with his bare feet.
The wheat softly brushed his skin as he sprinted down the narrow alleys towards the big column of smoke. His mind was frantically thinking of solutions to destroy the blazing fire. Then as he quickly closed in, the smoke stack grew to enormous heights. He stopped running when he reached a large clearing. Hairstone was paralyzed with fear and puzzled with curiosity when a bright purple light shined directly into his eyes. He was blind, suddenly the light rotated away from him and he blinked away the yellow spots that still inferred with his sight. Hairstone watched the purple light travel around and around in circles as it memorized the landscape. Without thinking, Hairstone stepped into the dark column of spinning substance. To his amazement it wasn’t a stack of smoke, but a large stirred cloud of dust. The rocks and particles hit his skin with full force leaving him itchy, red, and sore. The dust clung to his clothes and hair; he was once again blinded and couldn’t move. He stood in awe as he felt the dirt tornado spin around him, the dust stinging his bare arms and legs. Slowly he became to recompose his mind and recognize the danger, he cover his face with his arms and kneeled to the ground. His nose smelled the fresh soil as he hid his head between his legs. He sat there in wonder for several minutes. The spinning column didn’t move away like it should have. “What’s going on?” Hairstone thought. Instantly the wind decreased and the night air became clear once again.
Far in the distance a large silver objected sat awkwardly on the ground. It was a strange circular shape like a chewed up Frisbee covered with dents and burnt holes. “What in the world…” he slurred the end of his sentence when the object began to sprout weird metal legs. Hairstone observed as the item repositioned onto a flat sturdy base. The object looked like a shuttle, but that couldn’t be? Could it? Warm white steam filled the air as a hefty section of the object dropped to the ground. Hairstone could slightly see two small outline figures with such peculiar unnatural features. Terror and fear seized Hairstone’s mind and involuntary he dashed behind the near stalks of wheat. He peeped through the stems and saw a better view of earth’s new visitors.
There were two of them; their body’s looked slick, round, and spongy like jelly. However their skin was smooth and as black as the sea floor. Their eyes were a soft shade of orange that brightly reflected the dim moonlight. The aliens looked exactly identical except one was slightly smaller in size. Their presents chilled the air; they brought misery and gloom to the area. Gracefully the bigger one rolled over and a straight antenna emerged through the slimy substance. Hairstone was fascinated as the antenna curve around in a circle, smelling the stale air. They looked at each other, reading each other as if words were clearly printed in their orange eyes. Simultaneously they both magically grew two legs and walked east. They will be gone for only a short time.
Hairstone emerged back to life. His chest was strongly heaving up and down as he rapidly breathed. A cold sweat covered his forehead, and his body was uncontrollably shaking. He kneeled in silence, assuring himself that they were completely gone. Several minutes passed by as he gathered up his courage. He forcefully stood up; both his legs were tingling as his blood rushed down the veins. He was simply going to walk away and forget this whole occurrence, but his conscience was nagging at him. He hesitated from one foot to the other, debating whether to hide in safety or explore the unknown.
Eventually his curiosity overpowered and he quietly sneaked over to the shuttle. The shuttle was tiny and it was giving off extreme heat. Hairstone quickly tip toed into the deep dark opening. His feet softly tapping against the metal floor creating a semi-loud echo that worried him. His head began to ache as he greatly concentrated on not making a sound. His left foot lifted of the ground as he hoisted his body into a flat platform located about waist high. He stopped breathing, strained his ears for the tiniest sound, eyes watching for any movement in the black darkness. False alarm, he continued with his dangerous journey, memorizing every step and turn he made. His hand brushed against the warm wall, feeling the smooth polished surface beneath his fingertips. He took as sharp right turn; suddenly he was exposed to a spectrum of colors that he has never seen before. Hairstone’s eyes burned at their brightness and his mind was entirely confused. He didn’t know what to think, what to say, what to do? He continued to make his way down the aisles and around the tables that held such strange magnificent objects. So strange and overpowering that they didn’t, couldn’t have a description to compare to. He strolled through the long hallway glancing in every direction. “How did such a long room fit in this tiny shuttle?” thought Hairstone. The room ended with no door, curtain, or force of any kind. Hairstone uncomfortably strolled back into the chilling darkness that covered every curve of his body. He was begging to think these visitors were nothing to fear, until he staggered into the next room. An enormous map covered the west wall, spotlights brightly shined onto it. The rest of the room was bare, no furniture, no strange objects just the large map and the lights. Hairstone moved towards it, the map was sprinkled with circles. Each circle was a different color and they were different sized too. Hairstone eyed each one careful making sure he wasn’t going to miss an important detail. He abruptly stopped when he recognized one. This one had large rings centered around the middle of an orange circle. The rings were tiled, and they had stripes of different colors. This was no mistake; Hairstone was staring at the planet Saturn. He took a swaggering step back and looked more to his left and there it was our beloved mother earth. Graceful silver symbols dance to the right of the picture; Hairstone couldn’t read their mystical language. However he could easily understand the blood red cross out sign that framed over earth. The aliens are here to destroy them. Hairstone completely forgot about silence, he let out a long desperate scream. He sprinted through the rooms at full sped knocking over containers, spilling their precise content onto the gray hot floor. His only desire was to get out, find safety, and become free of death’s grip.
He slowly decreased running when he reached the barns entrance. He plopped onto the haystack and closed his eyes. Fear and hatred filled his body from head to toe. “What am I going to do? Who do I go for help? Why earth? How are they going to kill us? How soon?” he thought as the questions flooded his brain. He lied there thinking, concentrating, and meditating with all his might. His eyes fluttered open when he recognized the only choice he had. He swiftly opened his backpack and fished out his marble green switchblade and exited through the wooden door.
Hairstone bravely marched into the wheat field once again. Everything was on the line and his courage was soaring at new heights. Hairstone has assembled and is putting his plan into action as he walked around jagged turns and straight passages making sure his scent was impossible to trace. When he was satisfied he silently tottered to the space shuttle, he keeping hidden by the long stalks of wheat. He crouched in the same hiding spot as before and surveyed the land. He traced the pattern of footsteps that were imprinted in the soil. He recognized his soft footsteps going into the shuttle and then exiting with deep hurried footsteps. He hoped the aliens haven’t noticed them also. He also saw two other pairs of tracks. He traced the two patterns leading west, strangely each creature had an extra toe or something attached at the heel. He then noticed two long circular imprints that extended up to the shuttle’s entrance. “They must have rolled back here,” he thought to himself “what if walking takes up most of their energy?” He was pleased at his new discoveries. They were back in the shuttle, hopefully sleeping, but that’s if they even sleep.
Once again he quietly sneaked into the shuttle, trying to deafen the soft echoes. He strained all of his sense, trying to discover where these creatures were. His muscular back burned as he pressed his body against the hot wall. He slowed his breathing to a bare minimum. He could hear them; they were deep into the center of the shuttle. He listened to them toying with glass objects as their strange language pierced the quiet air. Their words were high pitched, if they scream when his knife stabs them he might not be able to hear again, but that’s a risk he’s going to take. He slithered farther into the dark hallway, keeping his back against the wall. His ears noisily pounded inside his head, however his brain had no problem functioning. Hairstone peaked through the side of the wall, before stepping into the next room, and then tip toed across the metal floor. Finally he spotted them; they were in a room fully covered in something soft, but scratchy like carpet. However something stained the walls, something red, it was blood. In the middle of the floor laid a bulky pile of gray fur. Hairstone recognized it as the gray wolf that has been wondering around the West Mountains for a long time. Hairstone didn’t care that they killed the wolf, because it has killed their family’s dogs several times. No he was worried, because no one could ever catch that wolf until now. Hairstone was afraid that the human race was slowly counting down to extinction. Hairstone moved his eyes to the black blobs that hovered over the kill. They had their backs to him, watching the pile with interest. Their arms and legs were drawn back inside their jelly bodies. This was his time to move, Hairstone quickly crepted across the room, inclosing for his murder. He flipped open his knife, and held in carefully in his right hand. He was behind them, they still didn’t notice him, and he was going to complete this mission easily. He swiftly swung his right arm and jabbed the blade into the creature’s black back. He pulled down, nothing happened. There was no screaming, no scratch, nothing harmed it. However the creature felt it and turned around. Hairstone stared deep into the orange pair of eyes. He slowly became dizzy and couldn’t see straight. He dropped onto his knees and his body became weak. He passed out with the pair of eyes burnt on the back of his eyelids.
Hours later Hairstone woke up. He had a huge migraine throbbing inside his head and his wrists covered in something wet. He tried to move his arms, but the sticky cool substance held him back. He was afraid to open his eyes, afraid he might not be alive, afraid he was going to see those hideous eyes again. He slowly counted to three and gathered up his courage, he slightly peeked through the small opening of his eyelid, they weren’t here. He fluttered open his eyes the rest of the way and noticed he was in the same room with all the tiny odd trinkets sitting on the table, protected by glass cases. He again saw the bright color scheme that hurt his eyes. He looked down, his eyes stung. Hairstone then noticed the warm blood that coming from his wrist and ankles. He could hear the slight dripping sound as it hit the ground below. “What is this?” he thought “Why can’t I feel the pain?” He let his mind swim in questions, he struggled to free himself, but the magical elastic bands would not release. Unexpectedly the two earth visitors walked into the room, their two gooey hands held something, it was a dangerous weapon. “I can’t believe my life is going to end this way, this just isn’t possible.” He thought to himself. The creatures slowly glided toward him, their eyes were clear and hard to read. They lifted the weapon and shoved it into his stomach knocking away his breath. He stayed there gasping for air, watching every move these killers made. “What if I try talking to them? Maybe they will understand.” He thought.
“Hi, welcome to earth, is your mission to destroy earth?” he rapidly said. They turned their attention to him; he stared into their eyes looking for any hint of understanding. They both blinked once and nodded a slow yes. Yes they understood, I wonder if I could use my talent to distract them.
“Why are you going to destroy earth?” he slowly said this time. They stared at him with their large orange eyes and the smaller opened its mouth. Then the loud combination of shrieking and screaming came. It abruptly stopped and looked once again at him. “Great I can only use yes or no question!” Hairstone thought.
“Ok, let me rephrase that, are you going to kill earth for fun?” he asked
Instantly they both shook their heads no. That’s good, they had a reason.
“Are you going to destroy it, so you can travel on?” he asked
Again they showed no.
“Ok, are you going to kill it because it’s a threat?” he asked
He expected a no, but he was greatly surprised when they shook their heads yes.
“Oh, I see ummm… how about I make you a deal; I will sign a treaty promising you that we won’t harm you if you don’t harm us.” Hairstone suggested.
Their eyes glistened and they quickly nodded yes. Silently the bigger one rolled over to the door and his arm reached through the slime and extended a yard away from the body. “Great they have super stretchy arm,” he thought as the creature came back with a tightly rolled paper in hand. He stretched his arm once again towards me. Hairstone awkwardly grabbed the paper from it’s hand and unrolled it. The script was covered in small elegant silver writing, the same writing next to the picture earth.
“I’m sorry guys, I can’t read this.” He sadly whispers.
They must have foreseen this problem, for the bigger once took it from Hairstone’s white palms and replaced it with an identical roll. Once again he unrolled it, but this time it was covered in small detailed pictures. Hairstone carefully studied each of the pictures, and understood the message. The meaning was clear and easy to comprehend; they weren’t going to leave empty handed. They wanted a live human body to test and dissect on. “I suppose this is my mission on earth,” he thought “But here is my opportunity to live, start fresh, live with a life of happiness, do I really want to throw it away?” he silently asked himself. He knew the answer he had to chose, but his mind still had a long conflict. The creatures stared with confused and patience eyes as they watched his face change from anger, to confusion, then finally depression. Hairstone nodded his head yes, he wouldn’t say the words, it would seem too realistic. They looked pleased, and they began to scurry in different directions preparing for the return home. Hairstone stayed there, not moving, just looking at the ground with tear filled eyes. “This is the end, I will die when I’m in space, hey look on the bright side I am dying for a good cause, just the opposite of what my father thought.” He quietly said to himself. He didn’t know why but thinking about his father dropped a heavy weight onto his heart. “I will never see my family, the sky, or even another human again,” he sadly thought. He then sucked up a deep breath of air and decided to go on with the rest of his life.
They launched off from earth about a half hour after he made his decision. The sudden release gravity made his stomach jump to his throat and made him feel extremely sick. He closed his eyes and focused on not thinking. That didn’t work. His heart and mind was still deep in depression, never to find happiness again. They broke through the sound barriers and Hairstone listened to the three atomic bombs ring in his ears.
“Oh well, I have lived a good life, and there will always be danger in the fields.” He said to himself.
No one will ever know about the heroic deed that Hairstone did for the human race, and once again the mystery of aliens is a secret.
Monday, February 23, 2009
respond to short story plot diagram
Short Story: The Wreck
By: Guy de Maupassant
Exposition: The Wreck is about two guys sitting down and having a conversation. Then one of them receives a letter. He is excused for a moment to read it. Then he comes to tell his friend the whole meaning of receiving this letter.
Rising Action: The rising action is the beggin of the story how he is a reporter and goes to this island somewhere to do a report on a ship wreck. He plans on walking to it the next day but he has to wait for the tide to go out or else there is no other of getting to it on his own. Also he has limited time before the tide comes back in. So he waits and walks to the ship. He gets on walks around and takes down notes of its appearance. Then he hears voices and at first thinks it's ghosts but comes out from under the deck and sees people. 3 girls and their father. They come to see the ship too. He shows the new arrivals around and they pull out their skecht pads and start drawin. He is very stunned by the beauty of the eldest daughter.
Climax: Then as time was flying by before they knew it the tide was pulling in. It was coming up fast and they didnt have enough time to reach back to the city as dusk was approaching as fast as the tide.
Falling Action: So they are now all on the deck surrounded by water.The temperature is starting to drop and the tide is still rising. So they sit and try and comfort eachother. He is somewhat comforted by the eldest daughter and wants to hold her in his arms. Then suddenly half the boat is gulfed in water and they all go rolling due to the sudden jolt. The eldest daughter falls into his arms and they stay put for a while. He s wanting to kiss her. Then dad asks where she is at and if she is ok. They all adjust to how they were.
Resolution: They hear a boat off in the distance and are rescued and the daughter and reporter still stay in touch through letter.
Sunday, February 22, 2009
Respond to favorite movie worksheet
Movie: Kangaroo Jack
By: Candy
Character:Charlie
Character Map:
1.What does your character look like?
Charlie is tall, thin, caucasion, soft fluffly light brown hair, gentle face and eyes that are brown.
2.How does the character act?
Charlie is serious, catious, and a little shy. He has no luck with girls. He needs a little push every once in a while to do something.
3. How do other characters in this story react to this character?
Loius is his best friend who thinks Charlie is only still friends with him because he saved Charlie's life and owes him. Jesse thinks Charlie is a jerk at first because of an event that occured in the movie but in the end she falls in love with him. Sal is his step father who thinks Charlie is an embarrassment to the family and a mistake, so he decides to get rid of him by sending a bounty hunter after him. Mr. Smith is the bounty hunter who thinks Charlie and Loius took his money and figured out what was really going on.
Conflict Map:
1. What is the conflict?
Charlie and Loius are having to deliver a brown envelope for Sal all the way to Australia to a Mr. Smith. On the way there they find out it is full of money.Then in an event that occurs in the story they decide to put Louis's jacket on a supposedly dead kangaroo with the money it the pocket. The Kangaroo wakes up and runs off. So now they are trying to find this Kangaroo before Mr. Smith gets a hold of them and kills them.Also Sal finds out what is going on and sends his son Frankie down there after them too.
2. Why did this conflict occur?
Because Sal thought Charlie and his best friend, Loius, were an embarrassment to the famliy and are mistakes that always get in the way. So he decides to get rid of them by hiring a bounty hunter.
3. What are some ways this conflict can be resolved?
Charlie and Louis can move away and never come in contact with them again or Charlie's mom could divorce Sal.
Resolution Map:
1. How is the conflicted resolved?
Charlie and Louis get the money back. Then shortly after they find out what was really goin on. The police caught Frankie and Mr. Smith befre the could kill them.
2. What happens after the resolution?
Charlie and Louis stay best friends without thinking Charlie has a guilty conscience for Louis. Charlie and Jesse get married and become very rich off their natural hair product they discover during the movie. While the bad guys go to jail.
3. How does the conflict and its resolution affect the Character?
Charlie now doesnt have to worry about his family, girls, or best friend anymore. He went having pratically nothing to having all he could want.
Setting Map:
1.Where does this story take place?
This story takes place in Australia.
2.When does this story take place?
This story takes place in the summer.
3.Write a detailed description of the setting.
In a desert landscape with various animals roaming the land such as kangaroos and dingos. Also has mountain ranges and some water features.
By: Candy
Character:Charlie
Character Map:
1.What does your character look like?
Charlie is tall, thin, caucasion, soft fluffly light brown hair, gentle face and eyes that are brown.
2.How does the character act?
Charlie is serious, catious, and a little shy. He has no luck with girls. He needs a little push every once in a while to do something.
3. How do other characters in this story react to this character?
Loius is his best friend who thinks Charlie is only still friends with him because he saved Charlie's life and owes him. Jesse thinks Charlie is a jerk at first because of an event that occured in the movie but in the end she falls in love with him. Sal is his step father who thinks Charlie is an embarrassment to the family and a mistake, so he decides to get rid of him by sending a bounty hunter after him. Mr. Smith is the bounty hunter who thinks Charlie and Loius took his money and figured out what was really going on.
Conflict Map:
1. What is the conflict?
Charlie and Loius are having to deliver a brown envelope for Sal all the way to Australia to a Mr. Smith. On the way there they find out it is full of money.Then in an event that occurs in the story they decide to put Louis's jacket on a supposedly dead kangaroo with the money it the pocket. The Kangaroo wakes up and runs off. So now they are trying to find this Kangaroo before Mr. Smith gets a hold of them and kills them.Also Sal finds out what is going on and sends his son Frankie down there after them too.
2. Why did this conflict occur?
Because Sal thought Charlie and his best friend, Loius, were an embarrassment to the famliy and are mistakes that always get in the way. So he decides to get rid of them by hiring a bounty hunter.
3. What are some ways this conflict can be resolved?
Charlie and Louis can move away and never come in contact with them again or Charlie's mom could divorce Sal.
Resolution Map:
1. How is the conflicted resolved?
Charlie and Louis get the money back. Then shortly after they find out what was really goin on. The police caught Frankie and Mr. Smith befre the could kill them.
2. What happens after the resolution?
Charlie and Louis stay best friends without thinking Charlie has a guilty conscience for Louis. Charlie and Jesse get married and become very rich off their natural hair product they discover during the movie. While the bad guys go to jail.
3. How does the conflict and its resolution affect the Character?
Charlie now doesnt have to worry about his family, girls, or best friend anymore. He went having pratically nothing to having all he could want.
Setting Map:
1.Where does this story take place?
This story takes place in Australia.
2.When does this story take place?
This story takes place in the summer.
3.Write a detailed description of the setting.
In a desert landscape with various animals roaming the land such as kangaroos and dingos. Also has mountain ranges and some water features.
Wednesday, February 18, 2009
Tuesday, February 17, 2009
Respond to mini bio
HIya, this is Candy!
So you wanna get to know me. I'm just like your average teenage girl. Go to school, get good grades. Play sports especially basketball, it's my passion. I love to listen to music. Any kind as long as I like it. I hang out with my crazy but awesome friends all the time. I have a twin sister. Her name is Mandy. We are like Ying and Yang. Total opposites yet we still attract. My parents are wonderful. They can be over protective but I still love them to death. I don't really not like anything. Im not a very picky person and im easy to get along with. Oh and most important like any teenage girl crazy about guys. LOL!! Well that is a little about me. Thanks for getting to know me. BYE!!
So you wanna get to know me. I'm just like your average teenage girl. Go to school, get good grades. Play sports especially basketball, it's my passion. I love to listen to music. Any kind as long as I like it. I hang out with my crazy but awesome friends all the time. I have a twin sister. Her name is Mandy. We are like Ying and Yang. Total opposites yet we still attract. My parents are wonderful. They can be over protective but I still love them to death. I don't really not like anything. Im not a very picky person and im easy to get along with. Oh and most important like any teenage girl crazy about guys. LOL!! Well that is a little about me. Thanks for getting to know me. BYE!!
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