Coming Together

Being In a room,
Full of unique others.
Our personalities clash,
With one another.
Seeing each other
Get along so well,
When we each have a past
But no one will tell.
Do you ever wonder
What on the other side,
Of the wall thats put up
But washed away like a tide.
Put yourself
I'n each others shoes,
And look what's inside
Inside the truth.

Childhood Memory

Of course like many, I have a lot of childhood memories. One that I remember in particular is the first time I had to get stitches. It was a rainy, gelid, wet day out. I had to go around the block to feed my neighbors ducks because they had gone away on vacation that week. I had asked my mom if it was okay if I go, she said I could go, but just not to take my bike. I didn't listen to her and I took my bike anyway. As I was going around the corner, I thought I heard a car so i slammed on the front brake, jerking my body over the handle bars. My chin scrapped feircely against the gravelled ground. I got up and looked at my chin in the car mirror that was parked in the driveway. My chin was on fire. It was as hot as burning grease. I then went straight home. Once my mom saw the blood, she freaked. We hoped in the car, and off the of hospital we went. 2 Hours later I go home with 7 stitches in my chin. Great way to start my summer vacation.

My Reputation

My reputation is very important to me in my school, as well as in my town. I don't want people getting first impressions of me about something they heard from someone else. It will make people judge me before getting to know me. When i get older, my reputation will be just as important to me as it is now. I think that it will always be important to me. Not that i have a bad reputation, but i've just done stupid stuff that wouldn't look good to others. That is also another reason why some people might care more. Some people don't have very good reputations and they don't want people to judge them on what they heard.

"A man's reputation is what other people think of him; his character is what he really is."
-Anonmous

The Black Cat

The Black Cat

The story, The Black Cat by Edgar Allan Poe is an older story that was made in the 1800's. It was a crazy story about a man and his animals. The story really focased on the narrator and his cats. The narrators actions through out the story were dicusting and not expected at all.

"Our friendship lasted, in this manner, for several years, during which my general temperament and character "

(Edgar Allan Poe, 2)

In the story, the cat names Plutto, was one of the narrators favorite animals they had, but something of that cat drove the man crazy. One day, the man killed his cat by hanigng the cat from a tree in the garden. Obviously, from knowing this alone, you know this guy is crazy.

The man and the wife decided to get another cat that they had found. It was like the other cat, big and black. This cat was the wife's best friend. she loved this cat like no other. One day, the man realized that he didn't like the cats eye. The cat freaked out the man, just like the other.

After a couple of days had past, he couldn't take it anymore. The man took an axe, and took a swing for the cat, but the mans wife tried protecting the cat. Her body then fell to the floor. The man tried hiding her body, but where was he going to put a body? He thought about many different ideas on what to do with the corpse. Then, he thought to wall the corpse up in the cellar. So he did.

The fourth day of the assassination, the police came into the house. They made an investigation of the premises. The police didn't' suspect a thing, until they were just about to leave. All of a sudden, they heard a cats scream within the walls. They open up the wall boards and found his wife and the cat sitting on her head. Little did the man know, he had walled up the cat with the corpse.

"I had walled the monster up within the tomb!" (Edgar Allan Poe, 9)