My group is reading a novel called Rx written by Tracy Lynn. It's about a student who is doing really well in school and is taking Ritalin ( an ADHD drug ) to help her study and stay focused. She isn't even diagnosed with ADHD but she feels this drug will help her. She goes to parties with she stoner friend, and the pretty girl. Soon she starts dealing persrciption drugs.
She has a flipped personality. With her parents she is a very good child who studies a lot, but around her friends she is a party goer and drinks. This is what my group discussion revolved around.
We talked about Schizophrenia, and being Bipolar. Me and my group were thinking that maybe Thyme ( main character ) had Schizophrenia or she may be Bipolar. But the more we talked the better we understood that maybe she acted this way because she doesn't want to show her parents what she is like with her friends, or maybe she is trying to please everyone by partying withe her partying friends and be the smart child for her parents. And eventualy selling and trading drugs for others.
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Friday, March 30, 2012
Monday, March 19, 2012
Don't Be Scared. Hold My Hand - Poem
Little baby you've been born.
I see your twinkling eyes I've longed to stare into.
My little sister.
Little baby, this world is so cold.
There's heart break and lies but little baby I know you'll be bold.
Don't be scared Hun, don't cry.
Because Ima' tell you the truth
Little baby I won't lie.
No.. I won't lie to you.
When you see Big Sissy cryin',
don't be scared.
It's when you, when a tear kisses your soft cheek
that I will be there every minute, second, day, night and week.
I'm your guardian angel even when I'm alive
I'll be your teacher to help and teach.
To make you strive little baby
I will be here for you
I don't care if my body is damaged and my bones get weak
I will fight for you little baby
And help you reach the dreams you seek.
This world is cold little baby
And I know you'll be bold
But Amorah
You'll eventually sink in the quick sand
But don't be scared little sis'
Hold my hand.
- To Amorah Alexandria
From your Big Sis', Alycia
Ti amo bambina. <3
I see your twinkling eyes I've longed to stare into.
My little sister.
Little baby, this world is so cold.
There's heart break and lies but little baby I know you'll be bold.
Don't be scared Hun, don't cry.
Because Ima' tell you the truth
Little baby I won't lie.
No.. I won't lie to you.
When you see Big Sissy cryin',
don't be scared.
It's when you, when a tear kisses your soft cheek
that I will be there every minute, second, day, night and week.
I'm your guardian angel even when I'm alive
I'll be your teacher to help and teach.
To make you strive little baby
I will be here for you
I don't care if my body is damaged and my bones get weak
I will fight for you little baby
And help you reach the dreams you seek.
This world is cold little baby
And I know you'll be bold
But Amorah
You'll eventually sink in the quick sand
But don't be scared little sis'
Hold my hand.
- To Amorah Alexandria
From your Big Sis', Alycia
Ti amo bambina. <3
Friday, March 9, 2012
Sunday, March 4, 2012
Zombie (Part 1)
It's October. I'm sitting on the corner of Clemson and Doberman Avenue. I checked the schools, the hospitals, all the houses my feet could carry me to. But nobody, not a soul was left. The zombies got Jen and Rick. Mom and Dad... Lily and Tim. They're gone too.
My loaded rifle sat to my side with the AK positioned on my back, and the Desert Eagle hanging off my side. I'm almost out of ammo and food is sparse. I rewrapped my wound and used the last bit of neosporin I had left. Luckily, I got to Dr. Lenards during the evacuation. But the zombies got him, so I have to be careful with the few shots of vaccine I have. I lay my head on the closest rock, and covered my self with my dad's old army jacket, and dozed off.
As I awakened, I heard a low and gritty moan. Slowly, I turned around with my hands ready to scoop the gun off my hip. I jerked the gun out it's satchel and rose it upward. BLOAW! I shot a zombie in the middle of it's forehead, and warm goopy guts flew in my face. About a dozen more were making their way towards me. I'm the only fresh flesh alive within a 100 mile radius now, and they're ready for a feast. I ran to a Hummer and climbed in. The leather was stripped from the seats, but that didn't matter to me. The keys were still in the ignition, so I took the driving skills I barely had and put them to use.
When I was able to get the Hummer running, the flesh junkies were trying to invade the car. I switched gears and stomped on the gas. To throw them off the car I started swerving left and right as if I was dodging bullets. My technique worked though, and the zombies were flying off the car. One busted the window sheild and I shot it's head off. Another climbed throught the right window and I ripped his arm off. A horrible shriek spilled from it's mouth. I was sick from the excitment and had stopped the car.
When I regained a bit of strength, I drove for an hour or two so I could perfect my driving. I ended up going for 2 days straight with no sleep or food, just pure Adrenalin was keeping me awake. I turned on the radio hoping for a signal. A broadcast came on.
"Anyone, anyone out there. We are the Survivors Nation. If you can hear us, please come. Woodhaven Blvd, NY. In the old bakery."
I stopped the car and inspected it for weaponry, and maps. It was my luck! The whole trunk was full of weapons and ammo along with a map of New York. I drove for hours on end, day after day, night through night. Only stopping for supply refills.
I arrived at the old bakery, and was welcomed by my new family. I was searched for bites and signs of infection. Even though I was bitten, they still invited me into there home and cared for my wound. The vaccine I carried in my blood was cloned and used on everybody within a 100 miles of the bakery. In time we built a barrier around the vaccinated area and a new society was formed.
(This story is continued.. )
My loaded rifle sat to my side with the AK positioned on my back, and the Desert Eagle hanging off my side. I'm almost out of ammo and food is sparse. I rewrapped my wound and used the last bit of neosporin I had left. Luckily, I got to Dr. Lenards during the evacuation. But the zombies got him, so I have to be careful with the few shots of vaccine I have. I lay my head on the closest rock, and covered my self with my dad's old army jacket, and dozed off.
As I awakened, I heard a low and gritty moan. Slowly, I turned around with my hands ready to scoop the gun off my hip. I jerked the gun out it's satchel and rose it upward. BLOAW! I shot a zombie in the middle of it's forehead, and warm goopy guts flew in my face. About a dozen more were making their way towards me. I'm the only fresh flesh alive within a 100 mile radius now, and they're ready for a feast. I ran to a Hummer and climbed in. The leather was stripped from the seats, but that didn't matter to me. The keys were still in the ignition, so I took the driving skills I barely had and put them to use.
When I was able to get the Hummer running, the flesh junkies were trying to invade the car. I switched gears and stomped on the gas. To throw them off the car I started swerving left and right as if I was dodging bullets. My technique worked though, and the zombies were flying off the car. One busted the window sheild and I shot it's head off. Another climbed throught the right window and I ripped his arm off. A horrible shriek spilled from it's mouth. I was sick from the excitment and had stopped the car.
When I regained a bit of strength, I drove for an hour or two so I could perfect my driving. I ended up going for 2 days straight with no sleep or food, just pure Adrenalin was keeping me awake. I turned on the radio hoping for a signal. A broadcast came on.
"Anyone, anyone out there. We are the Survivors Nation. If you can hear us, please come. Woodhaven Blvd, NY. In the old bakery."
I stopped the car and inspected it for weaponry, and maps. It was my luck! The whole trunk was full of weapons and ammo along with a map of New York. I drove for hours on end, day after day, night through night. Only stopping for supply refills.
I arrived at the old bakery, and was welcomed by my new family. I was searched for bites and signs of infection. Even though I was bitten, they still invited me into there home and cared for my wound. The vaccine I carried in my blood was cloned and used on everybody within a 100 miles of the bakery. In time we built a barrier around the vaccinated area and a new society was formed.
(This story is continued.. )
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