Emeli+Barton

file:Untitled Document.wps]]media type="custom" key="642147" HOLA! Me llamo Emeli Barton. In my page I'll will take you on a journey of new creations and beginnings. A world where imagination is the only way you can survive. My page will contain some of my masterpieces for you to be able to enjoy. I hope you enjoy. THank you for joining my wikispace. Unique, understanding, strong and adventurous Sister of Josh, daughter of an angel Sarah and Lee Fan of Barbie movies, fanasty books and nature Emeli feels outrageously happy, afraid but appreciative in life Emeli needs praise, support and advice Emeli fears failure. loss and lonliness Emeli likes to create the unimaginable, wake up to the song of a rooster and to discover and observe the world Emeli would like to see success in her own reflection, acheive the goals she has set to do and see her mother happy Emeli, resident of my contagious bubble Barton ||  ||
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= LOVES SPELL = Love, Passion, Intimacy All the ingredients spelled with certainty Love is not about sex, appearance or pity Or some man looking for some "kitty" Or a girl becoming pregnant and heartbroken It's a strange unknowing sensation being awoken A promise, a choice, a committment Not a regret, mistake or agreement It's a bond between two souls Reaching for similar goals Through words of denotation Both a representation of a lovers vow An understanding,appreciated jester Of being together forever starting now Honesty, Respect, Inspiration By knowing we deserve affection and appreciation It's not about becoming a woman or a man By losing your virginity because you can Love is as unique as an untouched white snowflake Love is not lust, it does not hurt or take Love is not limited to any age But a free bird without a cage Love is shared by two Through a strong relationship; even after " I do" Care, Strength and need Love is a new born blossom, grown little by little from a seed We sprout together through the worst and the best Fighting amongst each other, to find a resolution,it's a test To forgive, to remember and to continue to love The battle between emotions, which push and shove The cauldron awaits the creation of love's spell For the secret recipe of love, I can not tell

** Darkness Gives No Fear ** When agruments begin The room fills up with smoke Ashes are the leftovers from the fire Running from the fight Into the mist of night Because it's better to give up It's right The path is full of anger As one begins to run Away from all the suffering The darkness gives no fears When the pain drips down as tears But the night gives some shelter Allowing our mind to clear the lightning bugs brighten the way As we find our path has end and gone astray It's time to slow the pace and meet a friend Let our heart have a while to mend Before the light breaks into dawn again  Selfishness vs. Self- Sacrifice Essay ( not fully developed/finished)

As a child we don’t understand what happens in our homes. We wonder, fight and do our best to protect our parents but we don’t honestly know “why”. Why are my parents arguing? Why does mommy hate daddy? Why is mommy crying? Why? Why? Why? As we grow up, we begin comprehending the world around us. We discover the answers we have always been seeking as a child. Children don’t know or understand the reasons behind their parents’ actions but as we mature, we begin to recognize and make our own conclusions. Through life we have lessons to learn about selfishness and sacrifice. These two link us together within our family and friends but there is a time when someone you love sacrifices too much for you and we need to allow them to be selfish and do things for themselves. Sacrifice teaches us to be joyful in giving and grateful in receiving without annoyance or regret. As a love one gives their heart and soul in everything they do for you, you’ll learn later in life there’s a moment when you have to let them soar freely. A mother is a great role model of self- sacrifice. She leaves her life behind in order to better the future for her children. She is like a bird who prepares for the birth of her babies as she does laborious work to build a nest full of love and devotion. She gives them attention, feeds them even if she hasn’t ate and teach them the basics of life; flying. My mother is a foreigner, who grew up in Panama and had a pretty horrible childhood. Still today her childhood affects her profoundly. She fell in love with an American man, who took her away from her beloved home. I believe she deeply wanted to leave her life behind but she really didn’t notice how much she would miss it. She was a young bright 18 years old when she married. She went to college but never completed it because by the time she was 21 she had two persons to feed. She discontinued everything for my well – being. She wanted to make sure she was a great mother and there for me, unlike her parents. She basically left her future dreams behind to be there for me. During my childhood I didn’t realize the pain and suffering my mommy went through in her past or having me. There were many mysterious I would never grasp about her ways. She was happy, so it seemed, but I soon discovered more about who my mother really is. Since I’m older, I now know my mother is dreadfully lonely; she masked all her pain from us to keep us from worrying. When you first meet her, you see a strong, beautiful woman although behind her smile and graceful image, she’s a fragile creature. My mother is a strict lady who makes sure her children are intelligent, independent and strong. She is very protective over my brother and I. My mother has stayed home for most of my life making sure we grew up right. She hardly goes out unless it's for new clothes for us or we need new material for the house. She hides her feeling from us because she believes it doesn't concern us. My mother left her home for 13 years to raise us in a better place with a better education and better environment. She has left many behind and does not complain one bit. My mother is not only a great mother to me but to others in need as well. She helps others in ways I couldn't imagine. She has a presence about her that allows people to talk to her. I have seen her bring piles of books, paper, school items and other important stuff to poor children in Panama. I've seen her talk to kids that didn't have a mother and allow them to stay at my house.In my opinion my mother's family is money hungry and underserving of the love she gives. When my family didn't have enough money to pay bills, she always sent them money. She sent money more then her other sisters have sent but her family didn't appreciate it. She has given her heart and love to this family and in return I've seen them call her horrid names and show so much hatred. If my mom had a choice when she was younger she would of divorced my father already but she thought of us. She didn't want us to be caught in the middle of their arguments. Selfishness is the brother of greed. If a loved one has given and done everything for you, I suggest you don't complain. Those dear loved ones have risked everything and deserve nothing less but respect and appreciation. There is a time in everyone’s life when we need to let go of the very person that keeps us strong. A mother, who lives an unhappy life, deserves happiness. Even, if her decision is to divorce your father. In reality, none of us want to be with someone who has brought us down instead of helping us up. No matter how devastating the decision or event, they deserve to be understood and there choice accepted. Don't you think it's time for your mother to be happy? It makes me happy when I realize I've caught my mother smiling and laughing. These two features I've never seen from her in my life. All I want is my mother to be happy. It’s like a mother setting her once young baby out into the world. Of course, it will hurt but it makes you appreciate the love and affection you have for that person. It’s true life is not fair; everyone is not always happy. I have understood my mother in ways other people can not. She doesn’t allow me to go place because she’s protective of her children. I wouldn’t blame her. After someone is raped, molested, neglected, verbally and physically abused the world doesn’t seem bright anymore. Through my childhood, kids my age wouldn’t understand that. Now, that she has finally returned to her country she has been much happier and free. She’s not stuck in the house all the time like she is here. She can go anywhere she likes because there are easy ways to get transportation. I began to understand my mother and allow her to be herself. I can’t blame her for things that most kids would. I can’t tell my mother it’s your fault our families broken. Things happen through our lives that change our perspective of the things around us. Sometimes it’s necessary to put yourself in the shoes of another. My mother doesn’t hate my dad, they’re not compatible. I guess “what comes around goes around” can sum it up. My dad to me has seemed like a good guy but you can’t judge what you see when you didn’t exist at the beginning of their marriage. By eavesdropping in their arguments, my mother always complains about my father cheating and yelling “you knew better”. My father at times tries to say he did nothing but at other times he confesses but never in front of his children. What she complains about and what she says seems to be related but sometimes one person can have a batch of bad luck. My mother deserves to be free. So in order for her to continue her journey, I have to give her, her wings. Like a mother bird does to her babies but this time it’s the babies to the mother bird. If things can happen naturally then we can at times reverse them. I want to give my mother a second chance, life is not long.

 THE GIRL

Black and white Shadows dark and light She stares blinking within the mirror Reviewing her features with fear Discovering the different hues of color in her hair Dark, Light, dirty blond curly flairs It sways by the slightest breeze Curly, wavy, majestically smooth to the touch Honey with a hint of cinnamon brown eyes Her eyes speak but noone listens Wondering why her insecurities always succeed This eye is bigger than that eye My skin is as pale as paper My lips need to be fuller My hips are too small Her imperfections nagging at her everyday Only in the mirror do they appear

WHAT”S NEW

Good day fellow readers, Thank you for accompanying us last week with the Jonas brothers. In today’s “WHAT’S NEW” we will being introducing to you all Ms. Emily Barton. She is an ordinary, Tallwood high school student in Virginia. She is 17 yrs old and enjoys hobbies that another girl would. She one of many girls from each state we wanted to interview. We wanted to see what every girl thinks of around the world. We have asked her many things about Love, life, friends and Fun.

Q: Who do you think you are as a person?

A: I think I am a person who smiles when I’m happy and cries when I’m hurt and sad like any other girl would. I’m very emotional but I can’t help who I am. I like to be adventurous because we all need to scrape our knees some time. I definitely do like to give up on any thing I think I’m going fail at. So, far I like the person I’ve become from my childhood to my teenage years. I think everyone should.

Q: Are friends special to you?

A: Yes, Friends are a gift from above. I appreciate every friend I meet in my life even if it’s just an acquaintance and who ever I meet each year I make sure they know that I’m here. Friends are special when you have them and it hurts when you lose them.

Q: What advice would you give to girl who are heartbroken?

A: Most girls have experienced a heartbreak or is experiencing it right now. For those girls who I know are either crying every night and feel like they can’t get over the guy. It’s not true you can get over but you’ll never forget him. If he was special to you just take the elements from the relationship that taught you something. You have to live your life before it’s too late. I know you’re probably saying to yourself, I can’t let him go, I can’t live without him. It’s not true. You can move forward with strength and courage. Stand tall and don’t weaken your soul. If he let you go, It’s time for you to fly away even without him. It is for the better. Something better always comes along. If you guys were friends before you dated, I suggest that you not see him until you have healed because it’ll hurt you more. Furthermore, Good Luck and I hope my advice helps.

Q: How would you define life?

A: I think life is a journey we find adventure and failure. It teaches us not to give up even when all else seems to fail. It brings good fortune every time we cross a corner or create our own path. It tells us we’re not alone even when we feel like we are. There are always rest time along the way to self actualization. WE learn as well as teach others. It also shows us that at times are journey will get bumpy or steep that we may fall down but it’s us to ourselves to get back up. Q: What do you think other girls should practice more on in their personalities?

A: I think girls should be more understanding and open to new ideas toward other girls and boys. Most girls I’ve seen and met don’t give much thought or apathy toward someone else opinion. Believe it or not they’re very cruel girls in this world are so stuck up they can’t even stop thinking about themselves. I think most girls should be more open to ideas and changes in life like style. Girls are very harsh when it comes to being fashionable and dressing like a clown. Girls need to learn to control their anger and not bully people so much. We need girls to be accepting of others strange or not and appreciate the world as it is.**

Pg 14. in creative writing book

The land must f appeared dusty and dry. I imagine Lucy slightly dragging her arms across the dirt as dust clouds fogged the dry air. She would have gone toward the cave and take care of her babies if she had any. She would lay out in the warmth of the sun and search for insects to feast on. I believed she enkoyed herself even if she could not clearly understand it. As she searched the horizons for any signs of the males coming back from hunting. She would have said " They're here" in her native mumbling tongue when she saw them. The males to her were the protectors of the tribe's survival. 1. Emily Toth- She has long dirty blond hair with baby blue eyes and a gentle warming smile. 2. Chris Adams- He has fudge chocolate skin, dark brown eyes and a casual relaxed style of clothing. 3. Sam Large- She is about 5'3' with long shiny dark brunette hair, dark brown eyes and a contagious snorty laugh. 4. Simone Herd- She is a tall, short dark brown hair, brown eyes, baked chocolate cookie skin and a young christian girl. 5. Bryan Guzman- he is somewhat tall, has dark short black hair, medium brown eyes, beautiful dark tanned sexy man. 6. Ariana Miranda- She has long curly dove chocolate hair, pale complexion, dark brown eyes and an Opera Manic. 7. Shelby W- She has dark red hair with dark green eyes and pearl white skin with gages in her ears. 8. Mom- She is short, has light brown with blond streaks, dark chocolate skin with dark eyes and a spicy attitude. 9. Brother- He has long black wavy hair, with dark brown eyes, pale skin and a little black matache. 10. Wolfy- He is a somewhat shin high dog with straight black hair that sheds too much and black spotted tongue with brown eyes and a moist black nose.

** RAYNBOW ** Thhhhe thhhe water ter isss my friend end “Foreverrrrr flowing without an end. “ Forever ever flowing without out ann end d “Wherrrree do you go. Willll I ever know?” Where re do you go go. Will I I ever er know
 * Heat beams through the air as the sun continues to gleefully shine. The weather is perfect. It is not too hot but not chilly neither. There’s a slight cool breeze that is quite opposite from the heat the sun spills. Once it touches one part of her delicate skin, chills crawl up her spine. The fresh air is purifying to her lungs. There the sun gracefully warms up the sand covering the entrance of the cove. Light beams through many secret holes and cracks reflecting in the mirror below. There wanders the glistening water of serene peace, crashing waves with out a noise in the cove. The dark green brother of Poseidon pours out to the ocean at every passing wave. Each gentile wave gliding across the huge worn out brown rocks that lay at the entrance. There on one of the ancient stones she basks in the sun. Wondering and hoping. Her voice echoes throughout as she sings softly to herself.

Her sparkling dark purple ,waist length hair tangled with seaweed and sweet talking star fish, is blown by the breeze. Her light mysterious eyes that changed color like a mood ring are now light hazel gold. Her sun bronzed, smooth skin would make any man and creature fall in love with her. She captivates anything that came near her because radiance glows from her features. Her name is Raynbow. She was called that because a rainbow appeared on the day she was born and her tail reflected many colors. She glides her long eloquent fingers through her hair as she stares out to the open ocean. Still wandering and hoping. blue wings rapidly fluttering. It was so extraordinary watching her cleanse her milky way pearl white skin with rain drops held by small ridges in the rocks. Wow! Awph. The ocean is so beautiful but I’m bored of it. I’m tired of swimming .I want to explore the world on the land. I wonder where grandma Ariel is right now. I bet she’s using her legs. Doing things like ... Um…um. Wa- walking, dancing and what ever else she can do with them. But I don’t want only legs. I want to be with the Tinkerbell clan. Gwash. I’d like to be able to fly through the sky. Faeries are gorgeous. Remember Raynbow, when you saw that beautiful fae bathing in the cove. Her sparkling bright Raynbow was a very adventurous young girl. She was admiring the magic around her world. She continued to wonder until her older sister, Perall, interrupted her thoughts.

“Yes! I’m up here Perall. On this rock. Yes. Over here.” “ What have you been doing up here?” ,Perall asked excitedly “Doing what I always do. Basking in the luminous sun and thinking.” Raynbow said slightly sarcastic while rolling her eyes. “What were you thinking about if I may ask?” “Mermaids, faeries and legs. Haha. Just stuff. Ok. Why do you have to be so nosey gwash?” “Well sorry for asking but anyway I‘ll just go now since ‘I‘m so bothersome.” ,Perall lets out a long sigh. “RAYNBOW! RAYNBOW! Are you here?”, Perall yelled Raynbow grips her sister’s arm to stop her from going.

“No don’t go. I’m sorry. Please stay and talk with me, Please.” she begs “Alright Rayn I will. So, are you going to tell me what you were thinking?” Pleads Perall

Raynbow tells her sister her dreams and everything she wonders about. Perall sits there concentrated, eager to listen. As she was talking her thoughts interrupted her//. Wow. My sister may be older but I’d never thought she would want to listen to me rattle with so much energy. Somehow, I feel like I’m getting to know my sister. We really don’t talk much but today must have been special. I always noticed my sister’s appearance. I was always a little jealousy of her curly brunette long hair and her tail was so polished with shine that I couldn’t help to admire it. She usually hangs out with her friends, talking about boys and what not. I guess the reason I feel like I never knew my sister well enough is because I was always up here. Hahah. Wow. Even though I may want to be others wonderful creatures I would not do it. Why. Because I have a family in this ocean and I would never want to leave them. My new person I’ would like to be like is my sister.//

Raynbow finishes talking. They both laugh hysterically for no apparent reason. They both decide to water race and hang out together. Perall tells a story of her childhood and about Raynbow as a baby. She reads her a shell story and shows her crafts that she made. Raynbow is amazed at the unique and creative projects her sister has made. While Raynbow is admiring her pieces, Perall begins to think to herself. // Raynbow has grown up so beautifully. My lil sister, why didn’t I hang you with her more? I never knew we had anything in common. Wow. She really likes that. It was a piece I created with sea shells and sea weed. I stuck the sea shells together like a mosaic with slug glue and wrapped the seaweed around it. It looked like a crown but it didn’t have a hole in the middle to place a head. I got it! I should ask her if she wants to create a piece together called merLove. Yes. I’ll miss her when I leave to the Caribbean Sea for Starfish University. I should have hung out with her more. Well, starting now I will. //

Raynbow couldn’t help looking at this seaweed piece. She really loved it. It reminded her of a crown for a merPrincess. Before she could be mesmerized by its beauty, her sister came along.

“Do you like it? What does it remind you of?” Perall asked sweetly “It reminds me of a crown for a merPrincess. Yes I **like **it.” Replied giggly Raynbow** “No, really. Who else can wear a crown?” “Anyone Rayn. Anyone **.” “Yes. Of course you can. You’re a princess in my eyes.”
 * “Did you know that a crown is not only suited for a merPrincess?”
 * “Can I?” responded enthusiast Rayn

Perall watched as Raynbow’s eyes changed sparkling dark green. Perall couldn’t help but smile. She gently embraced her little sister into a big hug, leaving a soft caring kiss on her forehead.

“If you’re a princess Rayn, you will need your crown.”

Perall swam to the table of rocks where her pieces laid. She grabbed the crown and lifted it above Raynbow’s head. She said a little poem while she did.

“Eyes full of color, Beauty like no other, Water is her home, But she’ll never be alone, two ingredients put together, to create a radiance forever, strange but unique, With no reason to critique, Always a princess in my heart, A crown will allow her to start, A world of imagination, With the power of creation, Raynbow is her name, a kingdom she’ll proclaim” Perall did her best to make up some cool poem.

After her speech she placed the crown on her sister’s head. Since the crown would not stay on, she clipped little star fish on the side of the crown. The orange -red starfish grasped the crown and her hair.

“You are now a princess. Stand up and bow to your people.” Perall told Rayn

Rayn waved her hands around like a proper princess but in order to stand she had to finally get off the rock they were on. She pushed off the rough rock into the calling water. Splsh. The cool water hit her face and brushed through her hair. Perall was already waiting for her under a burrow in the cove. Raynbow swam upright in an area where the shining sun glided through the water. The rays illuminating her like a spot light. There she was smiling and waving. Perall never felt so happy just playing with her little sister.

“Thank you. Oh, Thank you all. I am so honored to be your princess” Rayn said “Now princess it’s time to go home and eat dear.” Perall said “Oh. Alright. I’ll see you guys tomorrow. Bye!” Waving bye to invisible people

As they both began to swim away, they both had similar things on their mind.

That was fun. Tomorrow will be another fun day with my sister.

And off they went into the shallow dark water. They swam off remembering everything that happened today. And they both Hoped to do it again and again the following summer. Simultaneously saying “ // Until tomorrow!” //**

She speaks through the voice of her daughter__ During childhood, children look for affection and rely on their parents as they grow. What happens when the child doesn’t receive this affection? What if the child is rejected by their parents? The child will have a complicated life. Children, who grow up in a family, where the blame is always placed on them, grow up incomplete. A child, who hides in this cruel world and doesn’t know the way out is a lost child. As a teenager they become confused about whom they are and want to be loved by their parents. When the teenager discovers she is adopted, her real mother somewhere in the world, she wonders about the reasons her mother gave her away. As an adult she has a strong appearance but she hurts and aches on the inside. She encounters more problems, more trenches in the paths she takes. As she is stuck and seeking help nobody is around, she’s alone. Instead of getting up she falls deeper and deeper into a breakdown of tears. During her journey in life she continuously breaks and eventually stands up to fight another day. As a married woman, she thought she found a solution, someone to be there for her, but she was wrong. She could have been a brighter, happier woman if only she felt the attachment, the attachment every child is suppose to receive when they first meet the hearts of their parents.. Of course no one can go back and restart her journey to life. She will have to be a prisoner to the pain she has been nurturing within her heart. This child has become my mother, my companion, my mentor and my strength. This is her story she wants to share through the voice of her daughter. When I was a kid my mommy was always there for me. She was the best mommy in the world. She was a mean mommy at times when she yelled. As I grew older, about seven, my mommy and I made up a routine every night; we called it a night-out. We would stay up late at night when my brother and daddy finally fell to sleep and we would put music on. I remember doing this clearly because my mommy taught me to dance Merengue. Merengue is a type of Hispanic dance where the movements are based on the rhythm of the hips and legs but the body stays in place. One night we were in the grand living room with the stereo playing some type of merengue music. I’m in my long pink Barbie nightgown and she’s in her usual long shiny green night gown. Her messy brown, dyed blond streaky hair lies upon her shoulders. The only light that illuminates the room is her vanilla scented candles. By this time of day I notice my mom has a habit of drinking one glass of red wine called Lombroso. Sometimes she’d let me have a sip. “//Come over here ani// ” My mommy asked. Her fingers motioned back and forth, telling me to come. I come over to the middle of the marble cold floor to my mommy waiting. //I’m gonna teach you how to dance, ok .// I nod my head slightly acknowledging my excitement to learn. Her fragile cold hand grips my left hand as she places her right hand on my lower back, to keep me standing tall. //Ok, now move your hips like the ocean wave, slightly back and forth, forward and backward, in a circular motion. Watch my feet. They are not moving at all just the hips and legs.// There I am staring at my mother’s feet, watching intently to every move. I notice the specific movements swayed with the rhythm of the music. //You’re doing it ani, oh, my baby’s doing it.// Her cold caring lips kissed me on my sweaty forehead. She repeatedly praised me and said she was proud of me. Every night from that night on we would dance and I would get better but one night wasn’t very happy and exciting. I rarely remember where it began only what I remember hearing. I was on the porch outside of my room. My mother and I sat on this maroon old couch, we place outside. The stars were shining brightly in the clear night sky. A little chilly indeed but it was beautiful. My mother was deeply sad, crying hysterically. I watched tears fall from her eyes and I felt her pain. I wondered why mommy was crying, I found my answer quite soon. She describes a scene so vivid it couldn’t have happened.

My father came home one day drunk. He was an alcoholic and bad tempered. He yelled and screamed at my mother about something I had no knowledge of. I ran to find my little sisters and brothers. I was afraid my father would hurt them. I find them and hide them somewhere safe, where he can’t harm them. I return to the room and watch the argument heat up. I am frightened and scared. My Father wants the kids but my mother won’t let him have them. He staggers with such violent anger. Out of nowhere he grabs my pet iguana. I love my iguana,…., I took real good care of her. As he grabs the iguana, he throws … at the wall. She hits it so hard she lands drowsy to the floor, dripped with blood. He picks her up again and hits her some more against the cement wall. I cry and my heart burns. I scream but my father continues with his violence. I will never forget that day. After my mother finishes I find myself crying. She holds me tightly, hugging me as she tries to comfort her self. A couple years later we moved to Virginia Beach and my mother had the opportunity of communicating with her family. They apologized and made up but it never lasted long. She found out from her mother one day what her father wanted on that horrid day.

Ani, you know what I found out, remember the story I told you about. Well, the reason he was so angry was because my mother was protecting us. My father wanted to sell his daughters to his friend. I CAN’T BELIEVE THIS. He wanted to sell his daughters for alcohol just so he could get alcohol…

Later on, every night I learn something new about her. She sits down on our worn out sofa, preparing her self to be divulged into past memories. //Ani. I love my parents but they have done cruel things to me. They use to call me ugly duckling in the family, and blame me for their problems. They always thought if anything bad happened it was my fault. My sisters were always getting me into trouble, blaming me for things they did. My parents would always believe them; they would never believe me.// //Let me tell you another chapter of my life. I was about 15, walking home from school one day. At my school we wear uniforms, white formal blouse with solid navy blue skirt and white socks with black closed toe shoes. When a man stopped me in my path and he said,”I’m your mother’s friend; she said you need to go to take the shortcut to your aunts’ house.” I was naïve because I followed him. It was a dirt path in between bunch of trees and woods. There weren’t much people who lived around. We walked through the shortcut through the trees. As we walked he suddenly starts walking towards me. I’m sorry not walking but violently towering above me. He was very strong and he dragged me across the floor of twigs and sticks. As he pulls me along these sticks and twigs cut through my thighs and legs, splinters all over me. Not little splinters huge ones. I kicked and screamed. I was so frighten. I couldn’t stop crying. Tears fell from my eyes like rain. I prayed, I prayed to God to kill me now……………………// She pauses, breathing increasing by every word she allows to escape. I can tell she hurts. It’s difficult to retell it. She sits there, the picture as vivid as if she is reliving it once again. Already her eyes are moist and watering. She inhales deeply and continues. //Before I knew it, He stopped in the middle of the woods. Threw me to the ground with all his force and lowered his body on to mine. He placed his hands to my arms, forcing me down as he tears off my underwear. Then the fear and pain kicks me some more while I’m down. All I can do is cry. Afterwards he leaves me where he has left me. He’s gone. I somehow manage to get home. I have blood covering my legs and my mother says, “Where have you been, what’s wrong with you.” I tell her a man has raped me. She says I’m making up lies and ignores me. After I beg her to take me to the hospital they examine me. They tell my mother that I have been raped. My mother doesn’t show any empathy or compassion. She doesn’t care what’s so ever. Of course we go to court and convict him. He is sentenced to 3 years in prison. Ever since then I can’t trust anyone and I don’t ever show my legs. My parents have never been there for me.// At this moment I’m already shocked and in disbelief but she has more terrible experiences to share with me. At times when my mother finds out horrible truths about her past, someone she loves dies or her parents are treating her like crap again. She has a tendency to drink. One day during the night my mother got really drunk and she went into this episode. I awoke during the night because there was some commotions. I ran down my wood carpeted steps as quick as a tiger. I enter my hallway and my dad says she drunk again. My mother lies on the toilet seat, it seems she has passed out but she is not. She crawls and moves to the living room but she passes out. My mother didn’t seem to be my mother anymore. She appeared to be possessed but as we watched, pale as ghosts. I notice she’s reliving a scene in her life. She screams, “GET OFF OF ME, PLEASE LEAVE ME ALONE. Please”, she whimpers. She was being raped again. I’ll never forget it. It was the scariest thing I ever saw. She laid there for 10 minutes screaming, crying and fighting with all her might as I whispered my mothers’ name. We didn’t touch her. Who knows what could have happen. Soon she snapped out of it and we lifted her up; put her to bed.

MY CURIOSITY LEADS TO MY LITTLE FRIEND ** I play outside in the front of my apartment where a little garden lies between the entrance and exit. This little dark blue box full of green plants, colorful flowers and wondrous creatures. Curiosity and wonder strikes me down and embraces me with it’s lovely hold. There I am, kneeling on the ground searching in the rectangular box for something interesting. There’s a curious smile again that creeps across my face. Ahaha. //Look what I have.// A wonderful creature, who is as beautiful as a weed to many people but I think it’s unique and adorable. I place my little friend in the palm of my hand. It’s cool, slimy, grayish   brown body inches it’s way up. I think to myself, //I wish I had a little spiraling home on my back.// I wonder what's inside. Another smile runs across my face as my eyes glisten. I watch it with amusement as its long itsy bitsy eyes sticks out looking all over the place. A little shiny residue of its path is left behind on my arm. I giggle as it tickles me with every move. How could people think snails are ugly? How rude they are! Snails probably think people are ugly. I pick up my tiny buddy and place him on a green black spotted clover. I’m intrigued by he’s grace as he slides away into the forest of over grown leaves.  ** ** A dream sweet  **  ** Far away in a mystic and colorful dream  **  ** Where cold dropsrain on every yellow flowersun  **  ** A green flydragon flies around the blue air  **  ** As the orange shinesun dashs behind the rose red hills  **  ** The purple fallnight is arriving slowly  **  ** Mrs. Buglady flees to the shade of a cotton stalk  **  ** The weeds dance and sing with the breeze  **  ** This dream bound by velvet satin, drifting into her mind  ** ** Imagination as smooth as chocolate silk  ** ** Climbing, gliding inside and out of thought  **

**A dream The pink cotton candy clouds Drift by without a care The purple sparrow soars up high Somersaulting through the air The yellow trees play with the breeze While little strange horsefly buzz pass As roses laugh at the ugly weeds Who weeps softly to themselves A little boy with sparkling blue eyes Waves gently to me His lovely smile Flowing through the melody of the trees This child in the womb of earth Who waits peacefully A head full of dark brown hair And a personality of gold A peculiar world with color And fantasy untold Created from thoughts and imagination Of what I dream

Little Miss LadyBird Emily Barton ** Her bright scarlet shell glistens in the light As spotted black dots lay upon her side Her fragile figure carries tiny legs Her babies growing up in yellow eggs Her species the color of the rainbow Yellow, Red, Black, Orange , Pink , and Grey shades The aura of the sun hanging over Over her like an angel’s white halo Spreading her wings against the mystic air She glides off a daisy’s yellow petals With such grace, on a clover she settles Beautifully quiet like the night sky Where little Miss Ladybird calmly flies Bringing good luck every morning and night As she flutters away out of our sigh t

Look at the pigskin soaring high Spiraling, tumbling, falling Who is going to catch the ball? The Little one, the fat, the tall I might be only a short girl With brunette hair and light tan skin Those distracted boys will not win Beads of sweat dripping down my face An exhilarated feeling Rapidly pumping, my heart beat Slowly rising, my body heat Will I catch it or will I not? Oh! No! Here I come running past Those dumbstruck boys think they are fast For now I have the brown football Ha! They thought a girl could not play Darting past like shooting arrows Left to right, I dodge the sparrows I am the lion, jungle king Hear me roar while you sweetly sing I’m the girl who beat your team You can’t hurt or tackle me Did you see the touchdown I made? Behind those trees, where there is shade Jaws slightly drop, eyes wide open Deer’s in the headlights, they stand Listen to my team loudly cheer I’m the girl without a fear Of being trampled and tackled For I will catch the pigskin Again and again and again Until we play another game
 * Catch the Pigskin 5/1/8 **

5-05-08 This diary, silently, will be leak-proof How, on the night that I stumbled on it I ripped in pieces, your mystery Not to permit it to be taken away From me- and I will continue to reply What strong protection followed Those page puzzle pieces, I also took in This censored paper, so sincerely reviewed I wouldn’t have it previewed Out of my bosom, to be dreaded Translation of sor Jauna Ines de la Cruz Home The neon sparkling wind, blows pass the sharp pines in the dark forest. The darkness falling on every living thing. The stars signaling signs to tell the violet flowers a secret message. Flashing on and off like a light switch. A young woman rides on her beat up bicycle across the park, where she played as a child. A thousand miles away a stallion horse with a black shiny coat would sleep in his stall, waiting for the rooster to crow. As a bald eagle with a flight as gracefully as a ballet dancer soars through the moon lit night sky. Across the continent, where the sun is shining on the toasted sand at a glamorous beach. A beach, where the clams are praised as merchandised and the people wonder on the ocean in a huge brand new ship called Mariposa. Its bright yellow sails flapping in the wind. On the beach children play with smiling faces as they throw pieces of wheat bread in the air for the forever starving seagulls. The children watching star struck as the ships park into the harbor. Faraway in a place where winter has arrived. A scarlet red little house lays on a hill full of snow. A little fire sputters in the chimney as a family sits snuggled together. A curious cat stalks by with its silver bells ringing, softly through the cold night. This is the world we live in. Where beauty is everywhere. This beauty called our HOME.



Interior ( Panama) Thick smoke clouds the air from a tamed fuego White rice cooks on a homemade, mud stove Mangos dulces hang, tempted by desire Nature’s choir becomes children’s laughter Señora Sol embracing them with her warmth Thick smoke clouds the air from a tamed fuego A sign of familias gathered together In the early dawn, when the roosters sing Mangos dulces hang, tempted by desire Hills soar above tiny house built from mire Lit velas illuminates the small homes Thick smoke clouds the air from a tamed fuego Una sonrisa blossoms past the child’s ragged clothes Harvesting the fresh bananas and coconuts Mangos dulces hang, tempted by desire El gente of the interior are not poor They are rich with love, smiles and dreams As thick smoke clouds the air from a tamed fuego Mangos dulces hang, tempted by desire
 * I whisper softly**

I whisper softly in your ears a short sweet song A lullaby you can listen to when you fall asleep I sow a seed into your heart, where it belongs A white rose springing to life, an innocence to keep I am a blanket wrapped around you, holding you close I am the tinkling sensation lingering on your smooth lips You touch my heart with a smile that forever glows Like melting gold, slowly, gracefully with great intent it drips Together we have battled day and night, here we stand Many tears have been shed, long gone, quickly dried away We speak a language we created, only we can understand "I Love you" purposely slips from your lips each day I see the future in those deep, brown, dancing eyes As I lay beside your warm body, I feel Love


 * Unfair, lonely and scared**

A facet continuously leaks, echoing through the empty, lonely room A downpour of vicious rain knocking at the damaged door Laying in prison awaiting with fright of a sudden dome Destroying a newly built wall, pieces falling to the floor Grey fog intentionally clouding the narrow, curving path ahead A broken heart recently healed until he left her behind Simple words sinking in our soul, filling us with dread Exploring the life ahead as we walk the plank blind Running away from the monsters that scare in the dark A gentle light creating shadows in the mysterious, gloomy night A swing swayed by an invisible breeze in a park Everyone's dress in black, holding back my tears, I fight A continous cycle of being lonely, frighten, Life's unfair Is this why our troubles bring challenges fool of despair?


 * MusicBox**

Can you hear the music? Dancing gracefully in your ear The finest choir of perfect Harmony Are you listening to the sound? Singing a glorious tune A duet, A solo, a sweet song Be quiet! you will hear The beats, the rythmn Like cherished words The music of our hearts pounding A tango between our souls The tender care you give When saying those words I love you I love you Out of one deep breathe Purified by your truthful lips You can hear the music I can see so now Your eyes are dancing with the chorus Listen and appreciate You are the melody in the air The notes waiting to be played An orchestra of beautifully pitched Violins, cellos, bases and violas A piece of music composed by your heart You are the melody in the air The lyrics everyone sings The song everyone hums You are the sweet refrian Echoing in a quiet room My own little golden Music box My own little tune

Christine is the girlfriend of Raul; they have been together for 2 and half years now. Christine has a secret to tell him. Three miles away from her house there lays an enchanted lagoon where she reflects and spends most of her time when she is alone. Christine wants to show Raul her palace, her lagoon and tell him her secret at her sacred place. The lagoon has a shallow bowl of aqua green water splashing back and forth against the surface of the granite. It seems to create an illusion of depth and a long distance. Colorful fish swarm the surface and move every time Christine moves. The lagoon is in a cave but from behind it’s hidden because it appears to be only a hill. Christine pulls him in and begins to tell him that she is a faery and she can do magic. But Raul has had an enough of this hocus pocus. He presumes it’s fake. All lies. He finally finds out the truth when he loses her for good and begins a journey to find a way to bring her back. **Raul:** What do you mean you’re a faery? Faeries don’t exist! (He flings his arms up and down with fury) **Christine:** Yes, they do. Stop, yelling at me please, stop yelling. (She tries to hold him but he pushes her away. She starts to cry.) **Raul:** STOP! Stop crying! Are you playing a game with me? Ha-ha it’s funny, you got me good. (He walks away from her toward a burgundy rock to sit on. He raises his voice) **Christine:** Raul! I thought you loved me. Why can’t you just understand? Why is it so hard to believe? WHY! ( She balls up her fist, hitting the air as she continues to cry. She screams back) **Raul:** Christine I only believe in one thing that is God. I am a catholic. My parents don’t accept other religions. You know how serious they take their religion. (His eye brows burrow into his forehead, stressing how much fury he has.) **Christine:** This is not about you’re parents. Why are you being so difficult? Why can’t you believe? **Raul:** Because it’s nonsense, and at this moment you’re crazy. Faeries don’t exist in this world only in fairytales. Is this your way of breaking up with me? Are you trying to chase me away? Because, it’s working. **Christine:** How can you say a thing like that. I love you Raul. I want to share my life with you and tell you my secrets but I see now it was a mistake and you can’t accept me for who I am. (she looks him in the eye with pain in her own) **Raul:** yeah you expect me to believe that well guess what Chrisitine I’m bigfoot. (turns aways) **Christine:** That’s not funny, you can laugh all you want. I am a faery. **Raul:** Ok! Then where are you’re wings. Huh. You tell me that! **Christine:** You can only see them if you believe and truly honestly believe because I’m allowing you to see but the rest is up to you. **Raul:** Whatever, so it’s like Peter Pan, like Tinkerbell. Is that what you’re saying? **Christine:** Yes, most of it. It’s similar. (she kneels down to him and lays her right hand on his lap) **Raul:** (He laughs an evil deep laugh, and moves her hand off his lap) Is it so. Well we’ll see. **Christine:** (terrified from the look on his face) Don’t do Raul! This is not funny. If you have a heart you wouldn’t do it. You’ll regret it Raul. This is not a joke. RAUL NO! **Raul:** (He yells out of his breathe, three times) I DON’T BELIEVE IN FAERIES! I DON’T **Christine:** (Frighten, she tries to stop him, shaking her head) STOP! RAUL! STOP! **Raul:** BELIEVE IN FAERIES (Raul strongly doesn’t believe so he continues, the look in her eyes doesn’t scare him) You’re a good actor, Christine, I knew there was a reason you took drama. **Christine:** I’m not acting Raul. I love you. We’ve been together for 30 months. Do you not know me. Raul if you say it one more time, you’ll **Raul:** I DON’T BELIVE IN FAERI **Christine:** (She screams a horrific scream) kill me. **Raul:** FAERIES! (Her scream frightens him but it’s too late. She collapses to the floor, her skin pale, and her brown amber eyes dull. He runs to her.) **Raul:** Christine stop playing, this is not funny. CHRISTINE! CHRISTINE! STOP PLAYING! PLEASE! Please stop playing. (He gently shakes her)
 * Write a synopsis for an original play in which you provide the outline of the situation and conflict, characters, setting and resolution to the conflict. Then, write the opening scene, making sure to provide dialog for your characters, make sure there is at least limited action in the scene as drama is meant to be seen and experience. **