Goodbye Earth

I am an invisible man. Nobody ever sees me, legitimately no one. Especially at school; everyone runs into mat school. Most of the time I drop they heavy books and my binders on the floor and papers go flying everywhere. I pause and look around to see if anyone has noticed that my shit was all over the floor. 30 seconds has past by and no one took a little time out of their day to help me pick up my papers and books. Like always I would have to pick up my papers, binders, and my heavy books. Every single time one person would bump into me when I'm picking up my things. It's so stupid because they walk right past me and still never help me or even say that they were sorry for bumping into me. This is why I hate people. They all are so rude to me and the sad part is that they don't even care. Also, they never know my name. For example; when we're in P.E. playing kickball outside, I never get called by my name. They all call me "you," how great does that make me feel? It doesn't really, it hurts that no one recognizes me ever. It's even worse at home. I have so many brothers and sister. In fact, I have six brothers and four sisters. It's horrible because they get whatever they want because they wine and bitch about the dumbest toys that they want. And my "mom" gets really annoyed so she gets them. I'm ignored at home as well. I don't get anything I want because why wine about it and get it. If I want something it's for damn sure that they ask me. We finally get home and I choose to help with the bags. She never made eye contact with me; she just said "thanks". I went to the computer and looked up some quotes and I found this "In your rocking-chair, by your window dreaming, shall you long, alone. In your rocking-chair, by your window, shall you dream such happiness as you may never feel" Me reading that made me feel like that was very spot on. I'll always be alone and I'm pretty sure I'll never feel happiness. So looks like I will be alone forever. Yay! After pacing in my room and thinking how no one will miss me and that no one will notice that I will be off this Earth. So what's the point of even breathing this air, I'm only wasting it for the others. I walk over to my desk to get some paper and a blue pen. I start to write to my "mom". And then one for some teachers at school. After that I wrote some to my brothers and sisters. I realized that I am no good here. I am just waste of space. I guess this goodbye for good. I go into my “moms” room and I got this powerful gun she has just in case someone breaks in or messes with us. I go back into my room and laid out all of my letters to everyone I wrote to. I loaded the gun. I cocked it back and I pointed the gun to my neck and I leaned my head back. I closed my eyes really hard and then I started to think about this situation. “I am only doing this so people would know who I am” I thought to myself. I put the gun down and I walked over to my closet and I got the video recorder. I got the tripod in the corner in my room and I set the whole thing up. I pressed the record button. “Hey everyone, you guys probably don’t know who I am and why would you? I am just an invisible man that no one gives two shits about. My name is Tony Jackson in case you didn’t know. Goodbye everyone, thanks “mom” for adopting me.” I grabbed the gun again and I took a couple things back and aimed it right to the bottom of my chin. I squeezed my eyes shut as a tear came running down my face. As I was about to pull the trigger I looked over to the video recorder and whispered “Rest In Peace Tony” -BANG-

Writers As Readers Responses

1. When I read I need to be comfortable. I have to feel realized and it at least has to be quiet. Otherwise I would not be able to concentrate on reading at all. I would most likely give up on reading. But when I do read, I don't comprehend what I am reading. For it to be stuck in my head I probably reread the line a couple of times. I don't know really me reading doesn't really go together. It's like I was never ment to read.
2.The type of writing I'm into are science fiction. Reason being is because I like all of the made up creatures and the suspense and what not. I don't know why, but it gets me excited.
5. I've only fully read and fully understood two books in my life. One of them is Wake and the other is Blank Confession. Reading wake didn't really interest me at first. But once the author pulled me into the book, I wanted to keep reading. But has my weird self, I kept stopping because I was bored of reading. The book was great, It's just don't like reading in general. But the reason why I kept wanting to read it was because I wanted to see what odd event would happen next or what dream she would slip into because she went into one weird at one point.
12. I think someone that reads a lot does become a Strong writer because from reading they know how to organize the story. Also they could pick up on some bold vocabulary and easily write a story in a heart beat with all of the books that they've read.
13.Honestly I probably will never write a book because I probably wouldn't be able to finish the actual thing. Plus I have bad insecurities; no thanks to my grandfather. But if I would have to say I would write some pretty BA short stories.

Maya Angelou Respones

9. The one thing that I do to occupy my "small mind" in a positive way is to listen to music. Every time I have to write, I put in my headphones to think when I'm trying to write or if I have writers block. Sometimes I would put in my headphones and go somewhere where that it was quite and where I know I won't be disturbed.

8. When Maya Angelou says "Theres a world of difference between truth and fact" I honestly have no clue what she's trying to say. But the quote I think is true though. One reason is because Fact is something that exit's or is present in reality. And Truth is basically a state of a certain mater. May i9t be a person, place, a thing or an event.

5. If something really tragic happen or REALLY sad thing happens to me then yes, I probably wouldn't talk for awhile; but I don't think I could go for a good five years. Reason being, I talk a lot. Especially something I'm passionate about, but in some cases I talk too little at points where I should talk a lot. If I listened more and spoke less I would probably learn what was actually going on around me rather just ignore it and maybe you could possibly learn about yourself. I guess a person could grow id they spoke more because if you're talking about life, they could learn more about somebody or know about other things that happen in the world. And simply just gain more knowledge about anything.

Favorite Quote!

Photo taken and edited by : Zach Szpak

Never Regret; If it was good, it was wonderful. If it was bad, it was experience.

My Dreams Are the Strangest!

As a small child I use to have this really strange dream almost every night; I was about eight or nine years old. In the dream I don’t know how old I am, but it’s a dark winter night. I was running away from something and it was obviously something horrible because I was dashing left and right through the woods. As I was running for some odd reason I hear dogs and or wolves in the deep neck of the woods howling and barking. So I just stop and sit somewhere and eventually I fall asleep and that was the end of the dream. After I fall asleep, I wake up from the dream. I don’t know what will happen to me after that. It really freaks me out, having that dream because most of the dreams I dream, they eventually come true sometime in my life. I never know when and I don’t know how, but it happens. And right now I am 17 going on 18 here soon and it hasn’t happened, but then again I was a little kid at the time and I haven’t had that dream in a while. It could’ve been warning me about something dangerous that’s going to happen soon or something weird is going to happen to me in my life. It’s always after the dream happens in real life where I realize that I dreamt about that. So right now I am just living life seeing what I have to look out for that dangerous or giving me a warning about something else.

A Reminder From A Toy

My Father

                   As a child, I didn't have a father growing up. My biological dad left my mother and I when I was about three years of age. He screwed around with my mom's friend and ran off with her back to Connecticut and took our car as well. Sounds like a huge douche right? That's just because he is. The last present he gave to me was this stuffed Taz from Cartoon Network. On the back he wrote "Happy Birthday Zachary, Love Daddy" and dated it 1998.

                   Ever since that day, I haven't the man since. Until I got older, his friend added me on Facebook and started to talk to me about my father, so she gave me his number and he was wanting for us to talk on the phone sometimes because he wanted to get to know me. At first i was annoyed because he was away from me for like 13 years of my life and then out of know where here he is. So I called him on Father's Day for the first time. I'll admit, I was a little bit scared about it. But once he started cracking jokes, I got use to talking to him; I guess you can say he broke the ice between us with some jokes. 

                   After we have been talking awhile to each other I finally persuaded him for me to see him, two summers later I flew up to Connecticut to see him and see the rest of my family I have never seen in such a long time. Since my Dad had a roommate, he didn't want me to be in the way of everything so I stayed at my Aunt Shawn's house. Now, she is the sweetest person I have ever met in my life time. She would do anything for anybody. She is such a giver and has such a nice warm heart. When I was out there my Dad and his twin sister Michelle's birthday on June 23rd. So for that I day I spent that whole day with him. First, I went to go to go see what the man does for his career. My dad, Martin, deals with sewers. Like cleaning them, unclogging them, and doing other things with that. You'd think it would be really easy, but its honestly not. Anyway after he showed me what he does for a living him and I went to go see his friends because they also wanted to see me since my dad talks a lot about me. Lastly for the day we went to go to this go kart racing place. And it was not like the go karts we have here in Branson, it was WAY better. They go at least 45 miles per hour and we had to wear a neck brace type thing and a dirt bike helmet. Let me tell you, it was the most fun I have had in awhile. I beat the old man twice and we played three times :) So after we got done at the go-karting place, we came across this bowling place and since I beat him at go-karting he wanted to beat me in something. So he suggests to go bowling the next day. I don't know about you, but I love to bowl. So I answered with a yes and a smile on my face.

                   The next day comes around and my aunts and cousins wanted to take me to this really cool water park. They said it was really fun and you never get bored. So, I obviously said yes. We all got packed and started to head that way. As we got there, the place was already packed. As they were having people enter the building, we all ran to go find a good spot to put our things. And when I mean we ran, we ran real fast. My aunt, Michelle, found this real good spot and so she put her things there and right after she did this Mexican guy put his things there as well. And they both looked at each other. I knew something was about to go down, aka fight. So as my aunt kindly said that our things were there first and if he could put his things somewhere else, this guy starts cussing her out in Spanish. I know because I take Spanish and I know some words of the genre. After at least 10 minutes went by, he finally left and found another spot. When everyone got settled, we all went our separate ways my older cousin went with me and the little ones stayed with my aunts. He showed me around the water park and came across that this isn't just a water park. It's a water park and an amusement park as well, with roller coasters and what not. So i thought this place was really amazing!!

                  The day was going by kinda slow and around 3 o' clock we all started to pack up so I can go back home to get ready to go bowling with my dad. As we stopped to have people use the restroom before we head home I got an e-mail from my dad. I read the message and once I read it, it brought a tear to my eye. Here I was, getting so pumped to hangout with my dad again and doing something I love I was really excited. The e-mail said "I'm sorry son I am not gonna be able to go today because I have a little tickle in my throat" I got so mad real fast and sad. I thought to myself why is he canceling just because a little tickle, grow a pair and tough it out. After that tragedy we went home and we all started to play some family games to get my mind off of him and that was the last time I saw my dad. The reason why I keep that toy he gave me is because it's to remind myself to never become a father like him.

 



Dream Threads

 

              Closing my eyes became a fear as I became in a dark dream with me being stuck in a deep hole in the ground. The hole was about 15' feet deep, but as I was thinking that I needed to get the hell out of here I looked around and found some rocks I could grab on to, to get myself out of that hole. As I was slowly climbing up I see snakes and spiders, which are my two things I fear the most, snakes especially. All I hear is hissing and feel eighty little legs crawling everywhere on my body. As I finally reach the top of the hole i peak my head out of the hole to see if there was anyone there. I saw no one so as I was about to get out of the hole I heard a gun shot and felt a harsh breeze go over my head. My eyes get wide real fast and I quickly crouch head back down in the hole. As I was waiting until they ran out of bullets until I heard a rattle. I thought to myself  "Holy crap!!!! A RATTLESNAKE!!!!" Wither the people shooting at me were out of bullets or not I jetted out of that hole and I ran for my life! I ran, ran, and ran. I was dodging tree branch's and jumping over logs to get the hell out of where ever this place is. All I know I was in the woods and i was running for my life.



                I ended up taking some way to get to a city. Which city? I wish I knew. The first building I saw I ran to go tell people what I was just experienced. Once I got there I put my hand on the door handle to open it and as I blink my eyes, I was gone. I wasn't in front of the building anymore. As I opened my eyes I saw that I was on the top of the roof of the building. I was turning around wondering what the hell just happened to me and how I got up here auotmatically. But once a couple of minutes of me trying to figure out what happened just a second ago, I start randomly walking to one of the edges of the building. Once I stopped walking I turned around and then as I blinked again and open my eyes I statred to run like a cheetah to the other side of the building. I saw the other edge coming up, I hoped to God that I would stop, but that wasn't the case. I leaped off the ground and into the air and put my arms straight out like superman does when he fly's. Flying off the building as I was waking up.

Golden Sunbeam

Bright yellow beam shinning

To wake up the early birds sleeping

Big smile and big strech

Blue Bird's Eggs

Mamma Blue's eggs cracked

A Beak poked through and chearped loudly

Mamma loved little blue

Sleepover Scare

                   Today was the day the Jackson's moved into their new house. Mr. and Mrs. Jackson wanted to start fresh with new neighbors, new job, new everything. They have one child and his name was Kevin. He's a little 11 year old and he is very scared on moving. Kevin is a shy guy and really afraid to talk to anyone and he gets really nervous on meeting new people. On that note, Mrs. Jackson wants to help her son get out of that funk he is in, so she had the courageous decision to have a sleep over. What better way for Kevin to make some new friends and for the Jackson's to get to know their new neighbors. Mrs. Jackson went house to house on a Thursday late afternoon with her son, to see if they would like to attend to his sleepover. On their way back home, Kevin's mom was feeling confident because she made a good impression with all of the neighbors and it could also be because everyone said yes to the sleepover.
                    The weekend has arrived and Kevin wakes up on Saturday with fear, he knew what today was. He rolls out of bed and with sighs left and right and gets dressed for today. As the day progressed, Kevin's heart beats faster and faster, he is not ready for this at all. Mrs. and Mr. Jackson that their son was not acting the same, they had a conversation with him about "how there is no need to be scared. They're people just like you and I bet they're nervous coming over here as well, with us being new in the neighborhood and all." After about 15 minutes with calming down poor o' Kevin, he goes into the den and starts to play the Xbox. Kevin put in a dancing game and was getting warmed up before the others came over.
                     The door bell rings out of no where and Kevin's eyes widen real big. He got to be so nervous again. His mom walks over to the door and opens it and greets them "Howdy guys, Kevin is in the den if y'all would like to head in there." Mr. Jackson came along and he said hi to all the parents and shook their hand and invited them inside for a beer or two. Some of the parents took that offer, some had other things to do. As the kids went into the den Kevin turns around as soon as he hears the door open. His face was blank and he didn't know what to do. A few silent moments flew by and Kevin finally introduced his self. "Hi, I'm Kevin. What are y'alls names.?" Kevin asked. A blonde headed boy said "Hi, I am Drew." A dark headed boy said "Hello, my name is Jackson, but you can call me Jack for short." Red headed little gal comes along all happy and gitty "Nice to meet you Kevin, I'm Alice." A girl enters the den shouting " I LOVE YOU TOO MOM." and she turns to look at the others, "Hi there, I am Lilly," she kindly said to meet everyone. Everyone seems so thrilled to be here because they've been wanting new people come into the neighborhood. Kevin looks around and asks "Would anybody would like to go up against me?" Quickly, Drew shouted, "ME!! I am great at this game." Kevin gives him a glare, "I'll be the judge of that" They start to play as his mom shouts out, "Hey guys, the pizza is on its way!" Since that got brought up the parents thought that it would be a good idea to leave so the kids could have their sleepover. Mr. Jackson politely says to them "This has been fun guys, feel free to come over and just hangout anytime." Everybody nodded their head and is going to take him on that offer.
                       After the parents left, the pizza delivery guy came knockin' on the door. Mrs. Jackson hustles to the door with her wallet losing change by the step. She opened with a smile and asks "How much?" The pizza guy answers "$32.58" She gave him $40 and tells him "Keep the change" with a smile. He gave her a quick smile and said "Thank you ma'am, have a nice evening." She responds "You do the same, be safe." She takes the pizza's to the kitchen and shouted out to the kids, "Kids, pizza is here" Kevin replies "After this game we will be in there" Three minutes passed by and Mr. and Mrs. Jackson hears the door open with laughter and they both got a smile on their faces. Seeing their son having fun gave them warmth in their heart. Mrs. Jackson gets all the cups and plates out for them to eat. As she hands every kid their plate she gave them a cup as well to go sit down at the table. Has she hands a cup to Alice, she didn't have a good grip on the cup, but Mrs. Jackson didn't know that. As she let go the cup falls on the floor. The cup breaks and the glass shatters everywhere. Mrs. Jackson quickly grabs her and takes her away from the glass. Alice's eyes widen and she said "I am so sorry." Mrs. Jackson replies, "Don't worry about it Alice, accidents happen all the time." and gave her a smile. As she was sweeping up the glass Mr. Jackson asked "Does anyone else smell smoke?" as he had a puzzled look on his face. He gets up and starts to walk around the house and as he enters the den, Mr. Jackson shouts out "FIRE!" Everyone has a terrified look on their face. Mrs. Jackson suggests "Everyone stay behind me and quickly walk out of here" Mr. Jackson stays behind the kids. Mrs. Jackson opens the door and as she looks out to the street she sees someone setting something on fire and throwing towards the house. She bends down and shouts "Molotov Cocktail!" As they duck down, the mysterious people keeping throwing Molotov Cocktails. Everyone turns around and all you can hear are the little kids screaming their heads off and the Jackson's try and get the little kids out of the house. Mr. Jackson opens the back door and the kids run out of the house. Mrs. Jackson calls 911 and told them about the incident that's happening.
                       The mysterious people heard the sirens and they all got back into the car and peeled out of the neighborhood. The police, ambulance, and the fire fighters arrived in a matter of seconds. Everyone goes towards the front of the house to meet with the police and the ambulance. As the officers were question everyone, the fire fighters were getting the fire out from the house. All of the kids parents rushed over with worried looks on their face. They huddle around everyone making sure everything was okay. The police was asking Mr. Jackson some questions. "Do you know why someone would want to do this to you?" the police asked. Mr. Jackson responded, "No, I have no clue because we know no one around here. We just moved in a few days ago." The police gave him a puzzled look and asked "Did you hear the bottle crash through your window?" He replied saying, "No, no one in the house heard anything." As Mr. Jackson was wondering why he didn't even hear the window break he remembered that the cup broke. "Well, actually there is a glass cup that got broken. Maybe it happened at the same time and no one noticed because we all thought it was just the cup." The police nods his head "Makes sense. Well we are all happy y'all are safe." Mr. Jackson thanks the kind man and shook his hand. Mr. Jackson quickly turned and went to his family and hugged them. The kids dashed to their parents and gave them the biggest hug ever while crying in fear. Lilly's mom came over to the Jackson's and started to talk to them. "Are all of you guys okay?" Everyone nodded in fear. Since your house got caught would you guys like to stay at our house while everything  gets fixed in your home?" Mrs. Jackson's answers, "Yes, thank you so much" as she put a smile on her face. Lilly's mom responded "No, problem. It's the least I can do when you guys had a sleepover scare."