Chapter 3: Hate is a River

A strange boy found me in the forest and took me home. I winced when I entered his house. Behind him was his father, at the table his mother. They laid out a cot for me, ate, and went to sleep. I couldn't. I lay awake thinking. I saw my father dangling out the window on a loop. There he was, my mother behind him struggling to push him out-BANG! Again and again. Then, the image traveled downward. It went from my mind to my throat pushing through and got into my heart. A feeling started growing in there, pushing walls, trying to break the confinements of an organ the size of my fist. There it was killing me as the minutes passed by. Hate. I had never known a feeling so strong. It was powerful, suffocating, but there aren't enough words to fully describe it. All I know is that I hated everything. I hated fire, I hated sleep, I hated radiators, I hated my breaths. Hated them with all my heart as though hate was a conqueror and it knew no bounds. The hate spread through my body leaving my eyes for last. As soon as it reached my eyes it turned into despair, loss, into hot tears that would pour out and sting my cheeks. I didn't know what to do so I lay there letting all that hate flow out till there was no hate left.

Chapter 2: Catching a Girl

That evening I was hunting with my dad. We needed to catch some game for supper. I was hoping to shoot down a deer, but I didn't usually find those. Suddenly, I saw an owl. I lifted my double-barrow shotgun and and shot the owl making it topple off the branch. I took off in a sprint trying to get to it before any other animal that might have been lurking near-by. Finally, I reached the owl. The bullet had gone right between it's eyes. As I picked it up to put it in my satchel my eyes turned to a huddle on the forest floor. It was a girl. She was dirty and hyperventilating. I stayed quiet for a second then I spoke."Are you okay?," I said thinking of nothing else. Startled by my voice she shook and looked up as if she hadn't noticed I was there before. Though she spoke in a whisper her words cut through the cool breeze,"No." Despite how reasonable that answer was, it threw me off. Not really knowing what to do I slowly inched towards her. I reached out to help her up, but she flinched. When she did that she revealed something under her, better someone, a baby. "My name is Wilford," I said. I locked eyes with her. Inside there was nothing, no safety, no family, no happiness. Not anymore. I helped her up and put my coat around her. She looked lost in her mind. We walked till we reached my father. Then, we brought her inside and lay her on a bed. She kept her eyes open the entire night. I couldn't imagine what she was thinking. I just wanted to do something, see if I could help her. But frankly, I had never caught a girl before.

Chapter 1: You Snooze You Lose

My eyes closed, my body still, and my lungs listening to my brain. Breathe in, breathe out, breathe in-a new smell entered my airways. I recognized it immediately. I opened my eyes and jumped out of bed almost knocking over my nightstand. I turned the door knob, pulled the door open and there it was. Blazing at the bottom of the stairs was the fire that had awoken me. Quickly I burst into my mother and father's room. They were still sound asleep and so was my sister. I screamed,"Fire," while running to the crib. Mom sat up at once looking bewildered. She stared at me then at the door way. The fire had reached the top of the stairs. She ran and closed the door, then started to try and wake up my dad. I strapped my sister onto my chest then started down the pipe on the side of our house. As I was going down my mom was still frantically trying to wake up my dad. When my feet touched the ground I stepped back a few feet looking up. My dad was hanging out the window. Mom must have dragged him. She was trying to push him out. I saw the fire creep up behind her. Then, I remembered that we had our radiator on that night. She almost had him out-BOOM! I threw myself onto the ground holding my sister tight. My heart was beating in my ears as I turned around. My house was scattered on the dirt. I stood up and looked down. A scorched head was next to my feet. It had one pearl earring. I took it off and walked off into the woods. I knew I would never be able to sleep again.

If Only You Were A Machine

Hello. I know it's been a long time, but I thought of this and I couldn't resist sharing it. I hope you enjoy this poem.

If only you were a machine
I could fix you
Know where to put your gears
Read the instructions

If only you were a machine
I could make it so you didn't feel pain like us mortals must

If only you were a machine
You wouldn't seem as hard to mend
Restore back to your natural beauty

If only you were a machine
I wouldn't have to lay in bed
I wouldn't have to dream about how useless I am
How useless I ought to be
Because if I can't fix you
You just broke me
If only you were a machine

Homework

           Today my writing teacher, Mrs.Fernandez, gave me as an assignment to make poem about something. This is what came out.

                                                                Enslaved  21st Century

  by Lila Del Risco

The day is light, the day begins, new notifications, the cellphone dings.

Untuck yourself, get out of bed. Begin to be the living dead.

Grab your phone and start to type, you become mindless with just one swipe.

Go through your day looking at a screen. Don't the sun nor that the grass is a beautiful green.

A monstrosity many of us can't escape, an evil vice with a precious cape.

At night you put it away, but alas it shall see another day.

Hope you enjoy guys and have a nice day!!! :-)

What's Happenings

Hi guys. I wanted to tell you that I have someone staying at my house. My five year old baby cousin. He  is super adorable and is giving everybody hugs. The best part is that he is staying here forever and by here  I mean in my house. Also, tommorow is going to be my second week of school. My teachers are Ms.Lisa(science), Mr.Perez(Spanish), Mr. Cantatore(American History), Ms.Kuzurian(Gym),Ms.Lentini(Math Strategy), Ms.Gil(Reading), Ms.Buozzaoui(Math Exploration), and finally Ms.Fernandez(Writing). So far I have taken various personality quizzes like what type of learner I am. Answer: The most common visual learner. I have had to take the pre-test, too. It doesn't count as a grade, it's just to see how much of the curriculum you know. Last but not least, I wanted to tell you about this web site called edmodo that is like a school facebook in which the teacher creates a class, the students join, and the teacher can post things for the students. Just in case there are any teachers reading my blog. Well until next time.

Last day of...

Yesterday was the last day of a torturous phase of life...school! Not just any school by the way. I just finished elementary school meaning I am officialy part of the seventh grade, middle school.

My happy face because i'm going to the Middle School.

I passed with straight A's. I was dancing and singing to "High School Musical"all the way home. I bet I would have failed in the arts if they would have seen me singing and dancing. I just can't describe the feeling because since the first day of school I knew I was going to pass, but when it happened it felt so much better. I felt I could do anything and no I'm not trying to sound cliche. Anyway you know how at the beginning I said school was torturous. Well that all ends o n the last day of school because today I am already happy to be planning everything for next year. Well that's it and also I am very sorry for not writing in like 1,000,000,000 years. I promise I'll write more. ;-)