Symbolizm

In she short story The Robber Bridegroom there was a symbol that stuck out to me the most. The symbol that stuck out the most was marriage because its a sign of commitment, love, and care. And soon they were going to get married.

Someone asked why do we write stories. In my opinion we write stories for entertainment for other people to experience someones life from a different view or perspective. Stories may often be something of historical back round to teach you your history so the next generation can know to. Same thing with legends. Some may be fiction or non fiction. you may make up things in your head that is so great you just have to tell somebody else. It could turn into a world wide story and everyone could love it. Someone than asked what makes a story. What makes a story is your imagination. there is many different ideas and history that can be turned into stories. 

A smile So Beautiful

              A smile so beautiful

To me every boy in New York is ugly.  They are never worth my time. They all look grungy, dirty, and even sometimes stank. I’m just waiting for someone really cute to come along and get a collage girl like me. A man so cute that he’ll have a smile so beautiful. As I walked around in school I realized I wanted to go sit in the lunchroom and do my work and eat lunch since was so hungry. Than the person that would later on become my future husband caught my eye. He looked at me I looked at him and we locked eyes. He smiled and proceeded to walk up to me. I act like I didn’t see him walking up and continued to do my work. “Hey what’s your name?” “Jessica.” I told him with a nice smile. I reached out to shake his hand they felt a little rough but it was fine by me I still liked him. “We should g out some times Jessica.” “Umm sure I guess.” He walked away with a smile so beautiful. And I was off to a good collage life.

It Only Takes One Time

My story is tragic but not sad so don’t feel bad for me. I did this to myself. When I was only 18 years old my best friend Ronnie told me “Carl you got to try this man.”

Not knowing what I was getting myself into but not caring at all I decided to go to ahead and do it. He passed me something what seem to look like a stick with smoke coming out of it. He looked at me and nodded his head asking me to take it. So I did. “What do I have to do?’ I asked looking at it. “Man u funny.” He said with a historical laugh as if it was the funniest thing in the world. “All you have to do is out your lips to it and kind of sip it like it’s a Sippy cup.” I start to place it to my lips and it sipped it. I the most horrifying cough ever but once I stopped I felt like I was in heaven. I did it again and again not I can see why Ronnie was so happy. It felt like nothing in the world can take my happiness away.

After of ten years of doing what you call weed I got bored of it and wanted to try something new. Looking around town asking people this man looked at me and told me “I think I have what your looking for.” Wasting no time I followed him to a black van he handed me a big bag of what seemed to be cocaine. “How much?”  “300 bucks.” “I don’t have that kind of money.” “Well you got to do something if you want this man.  I had to think to myself about what I was going to do. Ill gives you my living room chair. The strange man looked at me and raised his eyebrow. I think we can make a deal. I looked at him confused and asked what kind of deal? Ill gives you the stuff but it depends on how good the chair looked. Ok I said with convenience.

Monuments later we pulled up to my apartment and I unlocked the door to my house. I showed the man my chair. This aint half bad. I mean it had I a stain fro the coffee I had earlier but it will do cause I know he can get it out with no problem since it was a new stain. He glanced at me and said ill take it. We haled the chair into his white pick up. He gave me my stuff. He was satisfied and so were I. but I guess that wasn’t enough for me sooner or later I was out of a house. Most of my furniture, appliances were gone. Even the paintings were gone off my wall. I think my high took over me. And if that wasn’t enough I couldn’t afford rent anymore. Now I’m a homeless man living in a salter with random people all because of one mistake

Get Over It

Sometimes I let my shyness get the best of me. But I can't turn back now. I'm sitting back stage getting ready but I can't seem to calm my nerves at all. I'm pacing every where around the room. When the finally say Sasha were ready for you I'm going to want to pee my pants. Well at least I'm at the verge of doing it. Sasha! Elle calls.

Are you nerves? Are you okay? what out letting me get a word out she continues on. Well you must not be okay Sasha your sweating very bad. I mean the sweat on your forehead is enough to fill a whole bath tub. I couldn't help but to stop in the middle of my pacing and walk up to the mirror and look. She was right. I whipped the sweat off my head and continue to pace.

Until a lady with brown hair came around the corner and said Sasha were ready for you sweet heart. I start to breath heavily but than slowed it down. I looked at Elle and she has no sympathy for anyone all she said was get over it. So I did when I got up on stage I sung my heart out. When I was finished the room was full with cheering and screaming. It felt so good i wanted to go up again. Honestly I don't know why I was so scared but now I'm not. That moment I got over my stage fright.

I am very passionate about myself. I love my self and I  love taking pictures of myself. In other wards i am conceited. I can look in the mirror all day long if I wanted to. Also i can take a lot of pictures when my hair is done.If I wanted to I could leave my hair out because it has no type of bounce in it. It just falls all the time or at lest it can be somewhat poofy but I still don't like it. Don't get me wrong I love my long pretty brown hair but it gets boring. you can try as many products as you want and it still wont give me that look that I want. Eventually I will get it right. I mean what can a black girl do with her hair?

Welcome to Sara Jessica's blog I am a student at School Of The Arts. I am in the 9th grade so i only have three years of high school left. I tend to use this blog to talk about my crazy whacky adventures at S.O.T.A. I take a creative writing class here and I'm pretty sure this blog will help me learn to express my self in many ways. I hope you guys like it. Enjoy!!!!!