Monday, May 11, 2009
Create a travel brochure webquest
I didnt know how to make a brochure that I could post on the blog so I just made a powerpoint. I hope you like it!!
Thursday, April 30, 2009
Responce to part two: what are you going to do to help our nation
I am in FBLA. When I got into studying for the tests and memorizing the creed I realized how great this program is for school all over the nation. In the creed it says "I believe it is my responsibility to work eficiantly and think clearly. I promise to use my abilities to make this world a better place for everyone." I think we shoudl do our best to make this world a better place for everyone.
FBLA stands for Future Business Leaders of America. I think this program really helps you to prepare to be successful and help our nation. If i stay in FBLA i can learn to better our nation and make this world a better place for everyone by preparing for a job to help everyone.
FBLA stands for Future Business Leaders of America. I think this program really helps you to prepare to be successful and help our nation. If i stay in FBLA i can learn to better our nation and make this world a better place for everyone by preparing for a job to help everyone.
Wednesday, March 25, 2009
Response to part one: someone making a difference
My doctor for my arthritis has really made a difference in many people's lives. Her name is Bernadette McNally. She is really nice and really cares about her other patients. Bernadette is one of the leaders for a study for arthritis in the U of U hospital. Her, and two other doctors, are trying a new technique to get rid of arthritis sooner. They want to stop it as fast as they can so that it wont damage your joints as badly. I think Bernadette is doing a great job.
I think, maybe, one day she will find the cure to arthritis. Bernadette is a great example to the world because she wants to make a difference. In the article it said that we are getting too lazy and that we ignorant so we are not learning as much as we could, it also means we don't really feel like doing as much as we could for others either. Not Bernadette, she is doing everything she can to try to help people with arthritis. She keeps learning more and more to find out what else she can do or what she can do better. If we all follow her the world would be such a better place.
Bernadette has really made a difference to me and influenced me by doing her best to make me feel better. She tried to get rid of my arthritis as fast as medically possible. I really appreciate everything she has done for me, and I'm sure her other patients feel the same way. I hope we can all learn from her so that we can also make a difference.
I think, maybe, one day she will find the cure to arthritis. Bernadette is a great example to the world because she wants to make a difference. In the article it said that we are getting too lazy and that we ignorant so we are not learning as much as we could, it also means we don't really feel like doing as much as we could for others either. Not Bernadette, she is doing everything she can to try to help people with arthritis. She keeps learning more and more to find out what else she can do or what she can do better. If we all follow her the world would be such a better place.
Bernadette has really made a difference to me and influenced me by doing her best to make me feel better. She tried to get rid of my arthritis as fast as medically possible. I really appreciate everything she has done for me, and I'm sure her other patients feel the same way. I hope we can all learn from her so that we can also make a difference.
Wednesday, February 25, 2009
Group Story
Didget
By:Heidi Thompson
Jacquee Giovo
Micaela Costanzo
It was a normal day for Didget while he walked to school. Most of the teenagers by now had their own cars. Didget didn’t have anything but his walking shoes. Bits of trash were always thrown at him while he walked along the sidewalk. He looked up half heartedly and noticed Bridget and Alana walking ahead of him. This was rather odd considering they never walked to school. Didget began to quicken his pace just to see how close he could get to Bridget. He had always had a crush on Bridget from the start, never quite enjoyed Alana though. Bridget reminded him of one of those olden day movie stars. She was perfect in every way. Her hair was just the right shade of blonde, and the only thing sweeter than her was powdered sugar. Alana was a completely different story. She was beautiful but the only thing that spoiled it was her attitude towards everyone. She loved herself more than anyone else and the only thing that really mattered to her was her popularity, and Bridget. Didget had to admit though she looked like she popped right out of a magazine.
He bowed his head when he realized he wouldn’t be able to catch up. Girls walked surprisingly fast in high heels. He could hear Bridget’s joyful laughter up ahead and for the rest of the walk he imagined her smiling at him.
Hi High School was a pretty nice looking school considering it was public. The only thing that made Didget’s school horrible was the fact that it was divided. It was divided into cliques. Bridget and Alana belonged to the highest one when it came to popularity. Next came of course the regular acting people, then the nerds, then the class pets, then the bugs stuck to your windshield, then there came Didget.
If you hadn’t already noticed he wasn’t exactly the most liked person at his high school. That’s what made liking Bridget so difficult. She was normal… In fact she was above normal, she was perfect. Didget was odd looking, he never had any friends, and his teachers had completely given up on him. They claimed he was crazy so they just pass him to get him out of the way, even if he’s failing. That’s how low he was on the food chain.
Didget walked through the front doors and immediately was shoved into lockers and pushed out of the way. He should have gone through the back doors instead of the front. When you walk into the high school you walk right into the danger zone. At least that’s the way it was for Didget. His locker was the very last one in the back of the school right next to the exit.
Didget looked over his shoulder and saw Bridget and Alana parked right in front of their lockers. They were surrounded by the entire football team. Those jocks were probably the people Bridget wanted to go out with. Didget knew that but it never hurt to use his imagination.
Alana suddenly looked up and noticed Didget was still lingering in their hall way.“WHAT’S HE STILL DOING HERE?!” Alana shouted over all of the noise. Instantly the hall was quiet and everyone was staring down at the short, scrawny form of Didget.
“I was just standing here minding my own business…” Didget mumbled. Of course he knew that the second the words had come out of his mouth he was in deep trouble.Alana stomped her way over to him.
“Just slap yourself, you don’t belong here in the real world.” Alana scolded. Didget went red with embarrassment. He looked up to defend himself and saw a slender hand on Alana’s shoulder. Beside her, Bridget was speaking in a whisper and frowning. He wondered what she had said that made Alana stop. Alana rolled her eyes and turned to walk away.
“Sorry about my friend here, she’s just having a bad day.” Bridget whispered quickly. Didget just looked at her not knowing how to react. She was actually talking to him… Before he could think of anything to say she turned and glided back to her locker. Didget sighed and moved on down the hallway to his banged up locker on the other side. His finger barely touched his lock when the bell rang, announcing it was time for class.
The day went on like it always did for him. His teachers ignored him as well as all his classmates. The only thing different about his day was the fact that Bridget kept glancing at him with curious eyes. It was almost like she had never quite noticed him before.
Lunch came faster than Didget thought. It was probably the worst part of the day for him and the best part of the day for everyone else. He sat alone at his own little table away from everyone else. Normally Bridget would sit at her regular table with Alana, but today she turned abruptly towards Didget’s table. Alana stared in shock as her best friend took a seat next to the weirdest boy in school.
“Is it alright if I sit here today?” Bridget asked politely. It was sort of an odd question to ask since she had already sat down and began eating her lunch.
Didget smiled and said, “Is that a fat joke?” He couldn’t believe Bridget would even want to sit ten feet away from him let alone ten inches. Bridget raised her eyebrow and laughed a little even though it wasn’t funny. None of Didget’s jokes were very funny, except to him of course.
“I noticed you aren’t in any of my classes.” Bridget said with a sweet smile.Didget stared at his carrots and said, “Actually I’m in your last hour class. I sit in the back.” Bridget nodded and they sat there for awhile just talking about things that didn’t exactly matter. It felt like the first day of kindergarten for both of them. Neither of them knew each other but it didn’t seem to matter.
Mean while, Alana wasn’t touching her lunch. All she could do was look at Bridget talking to that outcast. She had to do something about this before it was too late. She stood and walked over to them.
“Bridget what on earth are you doing?” Alana asked. She looked Didget up, then down, then up again. His clothes didn’t even match what was she thinking?
“I’m eating actually, want some?” Bridget laughed. She raised her spoon full of applesauce towards Alana’s mouth.
“No thank you…” Alana muttered. Didget looked at her and analyzed what she was wearing just like she had done to him. There was nothing negative about Alana, except the attitude of course. She would never be able to be ‘Bridget perfect’ though.
“You can sit down if you want.” Didget managed to stutter. Alana’s face showed it all. She was absolutely disgusted with him.
The bell rang and lunch ended even though Didget and Bridget weren’t ready to leave. For the rest of the week they ate lunch together and talked about anything that came to mind. Bridget talked the most, probably because she had a bigger mind. Didget just sat and listened. That was ok though, he liked the sound of her voice.
The more they talked the more Alana tried to sabotage them. She would interrupt their conversations, push Didget away, and tell Bridget she was losing her marbles. Nothing seemed to work. It didn’t matter what she did, they spent more and more time together. Secretly they were both feeling the same things. Didget and Bridget liked each other, and there was nothing Alana or any of her friends could do about it.
Before they knew it Bridget and Didget spent every second of the day together. Bridget still talked to her old friends when they actually wanted to have something to do with her. Alana was convinced that once you start dating a freak you become a freak. Bridget wasn’t bothered by it at all. A true friend would understand, and Alana was obviously only concerned about herself.
One day Bridget tried to talk to her friends again but they pretended she didn’t exist. She walked back to Didget and he looked up at her feeling very guilty.
“I’m sorry I ruined your friendship with all of those people.” He sighed. Bridget then did something so strange but so wonderful that it nearly gave Didget a heart attack.
“Aw… That’s ok.” She said as she bent over and kissed his abnormally pointed nose. The spot she had kissed tingled a little. He realized that he could now see her smiling at him. He had wanted her to smile at him like that for so long, and now it was had happened.
Even though Alana wasn't friends with Bridget anymore she still occasionally attempted to ruin their relationship. She still cared about Bridget's former reputation. She would start rumors about Didget doing horrible things. For example, she tried to convince their science teacher that Didget was stealing H2O out of the storage closet. Alana wasn't very smart for her age... They were all hoping she would grow up. Unfortunately the only reaction she got from Bridget and Didget was their laughter. They even laughed in harmony, and it annoyed her. How could two different people from two different worlds have so much in common? It didn't make any sense to her.
One day after school Didget offered to walk Bridget home. Bridget giggled and told him she would just drive HIM home since she had a car. They talked for awhile about school and how everyone was acting so weird.
"I feel like this is my fault." Didget said.
Bridget, hands clutching the steering wheel looked at him and said, "Well I don't see what the big deal is. If we like eachother why should they want to get in the way?"
"Have you looked at me lately?" Didget raised his bushy eyebrows and she roared with laughter.
"Looks have never mattered to me and will never matter to me. I like personality." Bridget said.
"Well personally I think you should have stayed with your friends." He whispered.
"No. My old friends only care about how they look on the outside. You care about different things." She replied.
And so the outcast and the beauty lived happily ever after... Alana lived alone.
By:Heidi Thompson
Jacquee Giovo
Micaela Costanzo
It was a normal day for Didget while he walked to school. Most of the teenagers by now had their own cars. Didget didn’t have anything but his walking shoes. Bits of trash were always thrown at him while he walked along the sidewalk. He looked up half heartedly and noticed Bridget and Alana walking ahead of him. This was rather odd considering they never walked to school. Didget began to quicken his pace just to see how close he could get to Bridget. He had always had a crush on Bridget from the start, never quite enjoyed Alana though. Bridget reminded him of one of those olden day movie stars. She was perfect in every way. Her hair was just the right shade of blonde, and the only thing sweeter than her was powdered sugar. Alana was a completely different story. She was beautiful but the only thing that spoiled it was her attitude towards everyone. She loved herself more than anyone else and the only thing that really mattered to her was her popularity, and Bridget. Didget had to admit though she looked like she popped right out of a magazine.
He bowed his head when he realized he wouldn’t be able to catch up. Girls walked surprisingly fast in high heels. He could hear Bridget’s joyful laughter up ahead and for the rest of the walk he imagined her smiling at him.
Hi High School was a pretty nice looking school considering it was public. The only thing that made Didget’s school horrible was the fact that it was divided. It was divided into cliques. Bridget and Alana belonged to the highest one when it came to popularity. Next came of course the regular acting people, then the nerds, then the class pets, then the bugs stuck to your windshield, then there came Didget.
If you hadn’t already noticed he wasn’t exactly the most liked person at his high school. That’s what made liking Bridget so difficult. She was normal… In fact she was above normal, she was perfect. Didget was odd looking, he never had any friends, and his teachers had completely given up on him. They claimed he was crazy so they just pass him to get him out of the way, even if he’s failing. That’s how low he was on the food chain.
Didget walked through the front doors and immediately was shoved into lockers and pushed out of the way. He should have gone through the back doors instead of the front. When you walk into the high school you walk right into the danger zone. At least that’s the way it was for Didget. His locker was the very last one in the back of the school right next to the exit.
Didget looked over his shoulder and saw Bridget and Alana parked right in front of their lockers. They were surrounded by the entire football team. Those jocks were probably the people Bridget wanted to go out with. Didget knew that but it never hurt to use his imagination.
Alana suddenly looked up and noticed Didget was still lingering in their hall way.“WHAT’S HE STILL DOING HERE?!” Alana shouted over all of the noise. Instantly the hall was quiet and everyone was staring down at the short, scrawny form of Didget.
“I was just standing here minding my own business…” Didget mumbled. Of course he knew that the second the words had come out of his mouth he was in deep trouble.Alana stomped her way over to him.
“Just slap yourself, you don’t belong here in the real world.” Alana scolded. Didget went red with embarrassment. He looked up to defend himself and saw a slender hand on Alana’s shoulder. Beside her, Bridget was speaking in a whisper and frowning. He wondered what she had said that made Alana stop. Alana rolled her eyes and turned to walk away.
“Sorry about my friend here, she’s just having a bad day.” Bridget whispered quickly. Didget just looked at her not knowing how to react. She was actually talking to him… Before he could think of anything to say she turned and glided back to her locker. Didget sighed and moved on down the hallway to his banged up locker on the other side. His finger barely touched his lock when the bell rang, announcing it was time for class.
The day went on like it always did for him. His teachers ignored him as well as all his classmates. The only thing different about his day was the fact that Bridget kept glancing at him with curious eyes. It was almost like she had never quite noticed him before.
Lunch came faster than Didget thought. It was probably the worst part of the day for him and the best part of the day for everyone else. He sat alone at his own little table away from everyone else. Normally Bridget would sit at her regular table with Alana, but today she turned abruptly towards Didget’s table. Alana stared in shock as her best friend took a seat next to the weirdest boy in school.
“Is it alright if I sit here today?” Bridget asked politely. It was sort of an odd question to ask since she had already sat down and began eating her lunch.
Didget smiled and said, “Is that a fat joke?” He couldn’t believe Bridget would even want to sit ten feet away from him let alone ten inches. Bridget raised her eyebrow and laughed a little even though it wasn’t funny. None of Didget’s jokes were very funny, except to him of course.
“I noticed you aren’t in any of my classes.” Bridget said with a sweet smile.Didget stared at his carrots and said, “Actually I’m in your last hour class. I sit in the back.” Bridget nodded and they sat there for awhile just talking about things that didn’t exactly matter. It felt like the first day of kindergarten for both of them. Neither of them knew each other but it didn’t seem to matter.
Mean while, Alana wasn’t touching her lunch. All she could do was look at Bridget talking to that outcast. She had to do something about this before it was too late. She stood and walked over to them.
“Bridget what on earth are you doing?” Alana asked. She looked Didget up, then down, then up again. His clothes didn’t even match what was she thinking?
“I’m eating actually, want some?” Bridget laughed. She raised her spoon full of applesauce towards Alana’s mouth.
“No thank you…” Alana muttered. Didget looked at her and analyzed what she was wearing just like she had done to him. There was nothing negative about Alana, except the attitude of course. She would never be able to be ‘Bridget perfect’ though.
“You can sit down if you want.” Didget managed to stutter. Alana’s face showed it all. She was absolutely disgusted with him.
The bell rang and lunch ended even though Didget and Bridget weren’t ready to leave. For the rest of the week they ate lunch together and talked about anything that came to mind. Bridget talked the most, probably because she had a bigger mind. Didget just sat and listened. That was ok though, he liked the sound of her voice.
The more they talked the more Alana tried to sabotage them. She would interrupt their conversations, push Didget away, and tell Bridget she was losing her marbles. Nothing seemed to work. It didn’t matter what she did, they spent more and more time together. Secretly they were both feeling the same things. Didget and Bridget liked each other, and there was nothing Alana or any of her friends could do about it.
Before they knew it Bridget and Didget spent every second of the day together. Bridget still talked to her old friends when they actually wanted to have something to do with her. Alana was convinced that once you start dating a freak you become a freak. Bridget wasn’t bothered by it at all. A true friend would understand, and Alana was obviously only concerned about herself.
One day Bridget tried to talk to her friends again but they pretended she didn’t exist. She walked back to Didget and he looked up at her feeling very guilty.
“I’m sorry I ruined your friendship with all of those people.” He sighed. Bridget then did something so strange but so wonderful that it nearly gave Didget a heart attack.
“Aw… That’s ok.” She said as she bent over and kissed his abnormally pointed nose. The spot she had kissed tingled a little. He realized that he could now see her smiling at him. He had wanted her to smile at him like that for so long, and now it was had happened.
Even though Alana wasn't friends with Bridget anymore she still occasionally attempted to ruin their relationship. She still cared about Bridget's former reputation. She would start rumors about Didget doing horrible things. For example, she tried to convince their science teacher that Didget was stealing H2O out of the storage closet. Alana wasn't very smart for her age... They were all hoping she would grow up. Unfortunately the only reaction she got from Bridget and Didget was their laughter. They even laughed in harmony, and it annoyed her. How could two different people from two different worlds have so much in common? It didn't make any sense to her.
One day after school Didget offered to walk Bridget home. Bridget giggled and told him she would just drive HIM home since she had a car. They talked for awhile about school and how everyone was acting so weird.
"I feel like this is my fault." Didget said.
Bridget, hands clutching the steering wheel looked at him and said, "Well I don't see what the big deal is. If we like eachother why should they want to get in the way?"
"Have you looked at me lately?" Didget raised his bushy eyebrows and she roared with laughter.
"Looks have never mattered to me and will never matter to me. I like personality." Bridget said.
"Well personally I think you should have stayed with your friends." He whispered.
"No. My old friends only care about how they look on the outside. You care about different things." She replied.
And so the outcast and the beauty lived happily ever after... Alana lived alone.
Tuesday, February 17, 2009
Response to Friday the Thirteenth
The Visitor
It was Friday the thirteenth and it was probably the scariest day of my life. I had just gotten home from a long day at school and I was working on my English homework when my mom called. Her and my step dad got in a fight again and she wanted to tell me that he wasn’t going to be home for dinner so I only need to make dinner for two. I hate it when they fight because my step dad always leaves and who knows where he goes.
That was only the first thing that made it a horrible day. Once I finished my homework I started to cook dinner. I decided to make spaghetti because it was really easy and maybe if my step dad came home tonight he could have the leftovers.
While I was pouring the noodles into the boiling water I heard someone knocking at the front door. When I opened the door to see who it was, there was no one there. I figured maybe I was just hearing things and went back to fixing dinner. Then after a few minutes I heard someone knocking on the back door. “Maybe its just the kids next door playing around,” I thought as I walked over to the back door to see if anyone was there. When I opened the door, of coarse, there was nobody there. This time I was starting to get a little nervous. I went around the house and locked all the doors and closed all the blinds.
“Eeeekk!” I screamed when I heard the front door open.
“Alley? What’s wrong? Is everything ok?” My mom asked as she walked in the door.
“Oh, it’s just you, mom. Yes, everything is fine.” I was relieved it was just my mom.
I told my mom about the people knocking on the door while we ate dinner. She didn’t know what it was either and she was a little nervous too. We decided to Make sure all the doors and windows were locked and watch a movie to try to get our minds off of it.
We just put “Flicka” into the DVD player when we heard glass breaking upstairs. My mom and I both froze.
“Should we go see what it is?” I whispered to my mom.
“Tap tap, tap tap,” we heard someone walking around in the kitchen.
“I will go see who it is and grab the phone,” my mom told me, “you hide.” As she crept up the stairs I started looking for a place to hide. Behind the door of the bathroom was the only place I could think of. This would be a bad house to play hide and seek in, there is nowhere to hide.
It seemed like I had been hiding in the bathroom forever. Although it was probably only two minutes before I heard my mother scream. I didn’t know what to do. “Should I go find out what’s wrong?” or “Should I stay here and hide?” I stood there in the bathroom trying to decide what to do, I couldn’t just stand there. I had to go see what was going on.
I tip toed up the stairs. As I got closer to the top I could hear a man whispering. I couldn’t hear what he was saying though. He sounded angry. I accidentally stepped on the stair that creaked. “Oh no,” I thought, “I’m sure he heard that.” I was right. I could hear the footsteps getting closer. And then I heard my mom scream again.
“No! Stay away from my Alley!”
Then I saw him. It was my dad. There was a reason my mom had divorced him. We tried to get as far away from him as we could. He was not a good man. He tried to murder a man when I was little and he must have gotten out of jail somehow because there he was, standing in front of me.
“Hi Alley, did you miss me?” He asked.
“No, of course I didn’t miss you,” I told him in a sort of snobby tone. I really hated him. The man he tired to kill was one of my mom’s good friends and my best friend’s dad.
“Well that’s no way to treat your dad when you haven’t seen him for ten years. I missed you. You know I only wanted to protect you. If your mom left me for him then it would destroy our family and you wouldn’t be able to have a perfect life with two parents that really loved you. Then your mom took you and ran and you weren’t able to have that life. That’s why I’m here now. I want you to come live with me. I missed you so much.”
“Get away from me!” I screamed, “I would never go live with you. Mom and I are doing just fine and I don’t like you.”
“Allison that hurt, I did my time in jail and I only wanted to protect you. Will you give me a chance?” He begged.
“No. Now if that’s all you came for then please, get out of our home. We are doing just fine and we don’t need you.” His face grew red with anger. He grabbed me by the arm and dragged me to my mom. When we walked into the computer room, where she was, she started crying. His eyes were on fire, just like when he left to go kill my mom’s friend.
“Say goodbye!” He yelled at us, “I’m taking Allison and you guys will never see each other again so say your goodbyes.” Neither of us could say anything. We were both crying so hard. We couldn’t believe what was happening.
“I love you so much Alley. Everything is going to be ok baby. Just do what he says so he doesn’t get even madder.” My mom sobbed. I knew she was right. After my dad calmed down he would realize what he did and he would bring me back…Eventually.
“I love you too mom. Don’t worry. I’ll be fine.” I promised her. Then my dad pulled me out of the room. I didn’t know how long it would be before I saw my mo again. I would miss her so much. I knew I would see her again though. I just had to keep hope.
I walk up to the front door and walk in. There was my mom, standing in the kitchen talking on the phone. When she saw me she dropped the phone and ran to me. We hugged and kissed and cried until my mom remembered what she was doing before I came home. She hurried and hung up the phone.
We sat down on the couch in the front room and I told her everything. I told her about how when we got to my dad’s house he threw me into me room and locked the door for the rest of the night. Then the next day he wanted to spend all day with me and he wouldn’t let me leave his sight for about a week. I assured her that I was fine and she was just glad that I was safe at home.
I do believe in Friday the Thirteenth now. That was the worst day of my life.
It was Friday the thirteenth and it was probably the scariest day of my life. I had just gotten home from a long day at school and I was working on my English homework when my mom called. Her and my step dad got in a fight again and she wanted to tell me that he wasn’t going to be home for dinner so I only need to make dinner for two. I hate it when they fight because my step dad always leaves and who knows where he goes.
That was only the first thing that made it a horrible day. Once I finished my homework I started to cook dinner. I decided to make spaghetti because it was really easy and maybe if my step dad came home tonight he could have the leftovers.
While I was pouring the noodles into the boiling water I heard someone knocking at the front door. When I opened the door to see who it was, there was no one there. I figured maybe I was just hearing things and went back to fixing dinner. Then after a few minutes I heard someone knocking on the back door. “Maybe its just the kids next door playing around,” I thought as I walked over to the back door to see if anyone was there. When I opened the door, of coarse, there was nobody there. This time I was starting to get a little nervous. I went around the house and locked all the doors and closed all the blinds.
“Eeeekk!” I screamed when I heard the front door open.
“Alley? What’s wrong? Is everything ok?” My mom asked as she walked in the door.
“Oh, it’s just you, mom. Yes, everything is fine.” I was relieved it was just my mom.
I told my mom about the people knocking on the door while we ate dinner. She didn’t know what it was either and she was a little nervous too. We decided to Make sure all the doors and windows were locked and watch a movie to try to get our minds off of it.
We just put “Flicka” into the DVD player when we heard glass breaking upstairs. My mom and I both froze.
“Should we go see what it is?” I whispered to my mom.
“Tap tap, tap tap,” we heard someone walking around in the kitchen.
“I will go see who it is and grab the phone,” my mom told me, “you hide.” As she crept up the stairs I started looking for a place to hide. Behind the door of the bathroom was the only place I could think of. This would be a bad house to play hide and seek in, there is nowhere to hide.
It seemed like I had been hiding in the bathroom forever. Although it was probably only two minutes before I heard my mother scream. I didn’t know what to do. “Should I go find out what’s wrong?” or “Should I stay here and hide?” I stood there in the bathroom trying to decide what to do, I couldn’t just stand there. I had to go see what was going on.
I tip toed up the stairs. As I got closer to the top I could hear a man whispering. I couldn’t hear what he was saying though. He sounded angry. I accidentally stepped on the stair that creaked. “Oh no,” I thought, “I’m sure he heard that.” I was right. I could hear the footsteps getting closer. And then I heard my mom scream again.
“No! Stay away from my Alley!”
Then I saw him. It was my dad. There was a reason my mom had divorced him. We tried to get as far away from him as we could. He was not a good man. He tried to murder a man when I was little and he must have gotten out of jail somehow because there he was, standing in front of me.
“Hi Alley, did you miss me?” He asked.
“No, of course I didn’t miss you,” I told him in a sort of snobby tone. I really hated him. The man he tired to kill was one of my mom’s good friends and my best friend’s dad.
“Well that’s no way to treat your dad when you haven’t seen him for ten years. I missed you. You know I only wanted to protect you. If your mom left me for him then it would destroy our family and you wouldn’t be able to have a perfect life with two parents that really loved you. Then your mom took you and ran and you weren’t able to have that life. That’s why I’m here now. I want you to come live with me. I missed you so much.”
“Get away from me!” I screamed, “I would never go live with you. Mom and I are doing just fine and I don’t like you.”
“Allison that hurt, I did my time in jail and I only wanted to protect you. Will you give me a chance?” He begged.
“No. Now if that’s all you came for then please, get out of our home. We are doing just fine and we don’t need you.” His face grew red with anger. He grabbed me by the arm and dragged me to my mom. When we walked into the computer room, where she was, she started crying. His eyes were on fire, just like when he left to go kill my mom’s friend.
“Say goodbye!” He yelled at us, “I’m taking Allison and you guys will never see each other again so say your goodbyes.” Neither of us could say anything. We were both crying so hard. We couldn’t believe what was happening.
“I love you so much Alley. Everything is going to be ok baby. Just do what he says so he doesn’t get even madder.” My mom sobbed. I knew she was right. After my dad calmed down he would realize what he did and he would bring me back…Eventually.
“I love you too mom. Don’t worry. I’ll be fine.” I promised her. Then my dad pulled me out of the room. I didn’t know how long it would be before I saw my mo again. I would miss her so much. I knew I would see her again though. I just had to keep hope.
I walk up to the front door and walk in. There was my mom, standing in the kitchen talking on the phone. When she saw me she dropped the phone and ran to me. We hugged and kissed and cried until my mom remembered what she was doing before I came home. She hurried and hung up the phone.
We sat down on the couch in the front room and I told her everything. I told her about how when we got to my dad’s house he threw me into me room and locked the door for the rest of the night. Then the next day he wanted to spend all day with me and he wouldn’t let me leave his sight for about a week. I assured her that I was fine and she was just glad that I was safe at home.
I do believe in Friday the Thirteenth now. That was the worst day of my life.
Thursday, February 12, 2009
response to mini-bio
Hi, my name is Jacquee Giovo. I was born on February 1, 1994. I live in West Wendover NV and i go to West Wendover Jr/Sr High. I really like it here, i have lots of friends and school isn't too bad. I live with my mom, dad, and two brothers. My baby brother, Wesley, is probably one of my best friends. He is three years old and so cute! My other brother, Tucker, is ten and in the fourth grade. I also have a dog, a cat, and my puppy. My puppy's name is Captian Jack, Jack for short. He is a mix of bull dog and akita and he loves the snow. In my spare time I go outside to play with my dog or practice for dance or softball. I love to dance and play softball. I have been dancing since i was three years old and i have done hip hop, ballet, jazz, and gymnastics. I would have to say that hip hop is my favorite. I have also done softball since I was ten and i can't wait for the season to start this year. I always get good grades and i try really hard in school. I hope you enjoyed reading about me! :)
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