A picture is a thousand words

It was a wonderful spring afternoon at home. This morning went by in a flash. Every one did their chores and went out side to play for a little while. It was almost time for dinner so I got every body back inside to wash up. I put the plates down on the table and went into the kitchen to bake my special carrot pie. After putting it into the oven I went into the dining room to water my flowers, I planted yesterday. I sat by the window watching the birds out side and picked up my knitting needles and started knitting. 20 minutes later I went into the kitchen to check on the pie and it was ready. I yelled to my family, “Dinner is ready!” The first one I saw coming down the stairs was Bruce, my oldest son. I heard him ask “What are we having for dinner mother?” and well as always I answered with a smile, “Your favorite, carrot pie.” I giggled because I know that Bruce loves to eat every thing and doesn’t have a favorite food.

Then I heard Daniel and Lucy, my two littlest children running down the stairs laughing. They were being chased by Rocky, our dog. They came running to their seats when they saw me getting annoyed. The only people we were waiting for to serve dinner were Derek my husband and Georgia, my mother. I set the pie in the middle of the table and in less than 2 seconds Bruce cut himself a piece and started to eat it. I served my younger ones some of the sweet smelling pie I baked. They started eating too, when my mother came into the dining room and sat down. She served her self and started asking Bruce to slow down because he was eating way too fast.

I sat down and ate when rocky came to my lap, so I gave him a piece of pie. When all of a sudden the back door opened and Lucifer, our horse popped his head through the top door and well I had a little piece lift so I gave it to him. Then my husband came down and was putting up the picture that fell when every one came running down stairs. My sweet little Lucy afford him a piece of the pie. I was done so I got up to clean my plate. When all of a sudden I heard the chicken going crazy out side and well means it was feeding time. I sent the kids up to play and went out to feed the chickens. The birds were flying around the bird house my daughter made.

I fed the chickens and placed them into the barn. When I went back in I saw it was getting late and I got every one together in the living room where we sat by the fire and I started knitting again. We all were just talking and tell stories when it was time for bed. So I took every one up to their beds and put them to sleep. By the time I was done I was so tired that once I got into bed and slept till the next morning when we had to do more chores.

25 Pet Peeves

1. I hate when some one acts like they are all that.


2. I hate the smell of a cigiarette being smoked.


3. I hate people who don't flush after using the bathroom.


4. I hate people who lie for a living and you can't tell when they are telling the truth.


5. I hate when a family member leaves their stinky socks on the floor.


6. I hate when people are on the phone being really loud when they should be quiet.


7. I hate when people think I'm not trust worthy to tell a secret.


8. I hate when people choice what i wear.


9. I hate when a family member spies on me.


10. I hate people who hit me when I'm not playing around.


11. I hate people say their your friend but they aren't friends really acting like friends.


12. I hate when family members make a mess in the bathroom, and i have to clean up.


13. I hate when someone talks really loud when they are right next to the person they talking to.


14. I hate when people touch my stuff with out permission.


15. I hate when a person acts like a baby.


16. I hate it when people blow bubble and make noice with their gum.


17. I hate people farting in public.
18. I hate when people read over my shoulders
19. I hate guys who cheat on girls.
20. I hate when people don't talk to me.
21. I hate people who get mad at every little thing.
22. I hate when people distract me when doing my work.
23. I hate when family members take my thnigs without asking for.
24. I hate people who talk about people behind their back.
25. I hate people who think they now it all.

The Secret

It was my best friend’s deepest, darkest secret and it would be a hard one to keep. It all started one sunny afternoon at camp. I was with my best friend over at this camp in the summer. My best friend and I were just going for a swim in the lake when this cute guy came up to me and my friend. He asked if we wanted to go out for lunch. I couldn’t go but my best friend agreed and when we got out the water some girl came up to my friend and said we better be careful with the cute guy who just asked us for lunch. She said he was a bad guy and shouldn’t be trusted. I ask why but before she could answer my best friend told her we didn’t care and pulled me toward our cabin. It was almost lunch time when my best friend and I were walking out the door. We bumped into the cute guy. He said if my friend was ready she said yes and they started walking towards the woods. I started walking towards the lunch area.

After lunch I went to my cabin where I suspected to find my best friend waiting to tell me what happened. When I walked in I didn’t see her. I thought to myself maybe she is still with the cute guy, but I remembered what the girl told me and my friend that morning. I got worried and I to calm me down I told myself if she is not in bed in the morning I will tell the camp leader. After all the talking to myself I went to bed and woke up the next morning to find my best friend sleeping. So I let her sleep for a while more. But as soon as she woke up I asked her what happened. She said nothing happened but she said it in a sad voice. That afternoon I saw the cute guy looking at my best friend with a smile and my best friend didn’t want to look at him. I asked her what happened last night she sasked me if I could keep a secret. I said yes, but when she told me that the secret was that she had sex I didn’t know what to say. I was jut staring at her and I was surprised. I didn’t think she was the type of girl to have sex at an early age.

When we got back home from camp I forgot all about the secret until my friend called me and asked if I could keep another secret. I said yes again but this secret was worst of all. She told me she was pregnant. I couldn’t belive her. I asked if she was kidding and she said no. I knew she was crying over the phone. We were so sad. That we were on the phone for 10 mins without saying anything when I asked her if she was going to tell her mom. She denied and I felt even more sad and upset, because my best friend’s mom is like my mom and I don’t like lieing to my own mom. So I started telling her to tell her mom before it is too late to make a choice. I told her if she didn’t tell then I will help her talk to her in a safe environment because I know she doesn’t want to tell her mom alone because she is scared that her mom might hit. But I know she won’t, but to make my friend feel better I would help. The next day I told my mom the story and she agreed to help so me and my mo went over to talk to my best friends house. When we told her mom the story she was mad. But talked to her daughter and told her it okay and that they are going to work this out together.

Her Mysterious Death

Her death was due to mysterious circumstances and I was assigned to the case. I’m detective Ocegueda and when I got the cases file I didn’t know what I was getting myself into. The victims’ name was Andy Flintstone. She was found died in an alley by an auto shop called Big D’s around 8:00pm on March 20, 2009, 2 days after she died. Her background life was very different than what I usually get. She was 16 years old, and went to an all girls' school. Her parents were divorced. She didn’t have any criminal records. I didn’t get why a 16 year old girl’s file would be under murder.

After I looked over the victims’ case a couple times, just to be sure I didn't leave any evidence out. I went over to Andy’s' mother Lucy Baker’s house first. When I got there Lucy was very nervous for some reason. So I asked her a few questions about the night of her daughter’s death. Like any other case I asked where she was the night of the murder. She seemed nervous but said she was home alone when around 3:00pm Andy came to visit from her dad’s. I was thinking to myself while taking note to what she said. When all of a sudden I thought to myself why would a young girl rather live with her father then her mother. So I asked Ms. Baker why Andy was living with her father. Ms. Baker replied with a mad tone that Andy lived her father because she didn’t want to deal with her little brother all the time. As she was talking I could notice she was looking very nervous. So I asked where her son was at the time of the murder. She didn’t know so I asked if I could talk to him so about that day. She took me up to his room where he was using the computer.

When Ms. Baker left downstairs, I noticed Andy’s little brother was talking to some one on the computer. He was talking about the night of the murder but right when I was about to read the name he shut the screen off. He turned around and asked what I wanted. I asked if I could speck to him about his sister. He shook his head yes and I asked for his name. He didn’t say anything until I asked again. He said his name was Joshua. So I asked him where he was the night his sister died and he said he was at his friend’s house. I was asking him more questions and every time he would answer I noticed he was getting more and more nervous. I was taking notes when I asked him my last question before I went over to Andy’s father William Flintstone’s house. I looked over at Joshua and asked him why his sister lives with their dad. He said because his sister and mom don’t get along with each other and well because his mom doesn’t like Andy’s boyfriend Derek. When he said that, I remembered what Ms. Baker said which sounded different. I knew someone was lying, but why? And who would be laying Joshua or Ms. Baker? I didn’t know who to believe.

So I left her house and went to go talk to Andy’s father. He looked very sad and upset because he told me he was very close with his daughter. While interviewing him he said he was home the night Andy died when Andy got home around 2:00pm from school he said she ate lunch then left around 3:00pm to go to her mom’s house. I didn’t think that she was going to be murdered. I asked him if he went up to clean Andy’s room out but he said he was going to leave it like it is. I also asked him if he knew where her boyfriend lived. He gave me his address and phone number. That was my next stop before I went back to my office. But before I left I asked to search Andy’s room. When I walked into the room it looked kind of peaceful like someone just was in there. But I remembered that Andy’s dad wasn’t up there since she died. I wonder who could have cleaned the room. I noticed some things where missing. I noticed that some of her clothes were missing and it kind of looked like some one tried to make it look like she left. When I went down stairs I noticed that Mr. Flintstone was crying and to think of it I never saw Ms. Baker cry for her daughter. So I came down stairs but before I left I noticed little red spot dripping towards the front door. So I went downstairs and asked Mr. Flinestone where he was the day of the murder one more time hhe said he was home but then added that he left out of town on business.

Now I was so off track, and I didn’t know who killed Andy. So I went to talk to Derek and when i got to his house he had a girl over. She opened the door and well she looked kind of younger than derek. So i asked her if she was his sister, she wasn't. She told me she was his girl friend. Now i had a lead. I asked her when they started dating. She told me the day Andy died. I asked how she knew of the death, because there was no news of it yet. I noticed that she got nervous. So i asked her where Derek was she took me inside and i saw Derek on the couch watching a football game. i noticed that there was a picture of Andy on the table. it was a picture of derek and andy kissing. i asked him when the picture was taken and he said the day before andy died.

How To Make Logandale Better

In my opinion I think that the school could be better in many ways. One way the school can be better is by changing the teacher’s way of teaching. Another way is to improve the education of the school. The last way is to have more activities to do in class with students. Don’t you agree with changing the school to make it better?

One way we can make the school a better place is by changing the teacher’s way of teaching. The teacher should be better understanding with the students needs. They need to give more help to the students that need help in the subject. They also can help the school be better by listening to what students need help in instead of just trying to help when you don’t know what they ask they need the teacher for. Don’t you think we need to change the teachers teaching skills or maybe just improve them?

Another way we can improve the school is by improving the education. The school can teach the kids new things that can help them learn more. They can also talk more about what they want to teach the kids instead of just give work and reading directions. They need to have more explaining and stories based on the topic. Lastly they can teach kids more fun stuff to learn, or just have fun while learning. Don’t you think that we could make the school a better place to learn if we make the education alittle fun?

One last way is to have more activities to do in class with students. Teachers can have more activities to do in class with the students, like making more games that have to do with the lesson they are teaching kids. They also can make projects that are fun and educational. They lastly can have fun group activities in school. Don’t you think we should have more activities and fun in school, while still learning?

In conclusion, the school can be better in many ways. One way the school can be better is by changing the teacher’s way of teaching. Another way is to improve the education of the school. My last way is to have more activities to do in class with students. Don’t you agree with me?

Stephanie's Life Story

When my daughter was born it was the day me and my wife were still fighting over what to name her. I personally wanted to name her Guadalupe. But my wife said no and named her Stephanie. I didn't mind it was a beautiful name but I still wanted Guadalupe to be her name. When we lift the hospital I was so tired. It was a very tiring day. My wife took a nap while I put Stephanie to sleep. I was a very happy father; my 2 sons were helping me take care of my new born baby girl.

Years went on and my new baby girl grew older. She started walking when she was about 1 or 2 years old. When she was just a little girl she would walk around after a party and drink the bottles that had a little bit to drink at the bottom of them. My family and I would watch as she would walk around and drink out of the bottles. I would make videos of her when we were having parties. When she learned how to talk, we couldn't stop her from talking. She would talk about anything. She would tell us what she wanted. When she turned 3 I and my wife had another little girl. We named her Carmen. Now we had two boys and two girls.

When Stephanie was 8 or 9 years old I taught her how to ride a bike. When she learned how to ride a bike that day I knew she was growing up. I was so happy to have two little girls. now Stephanie wasn't the baby of the family anymore. I think she knew she wasn't the baby anymore because we all started paying a little more attention to Carmen. I think her life changed that day Carmen was born because she had to be an older sister. She had to do more things to help her mom with the new baby. As Stephanie grew older she changed, not only the way she looks but the way she acts. She got older through out the years. She learned new things like to walk and throw tantrums whenever she didn't get what she wanted.

I remember one time when my wife took her to her first day at preschool and when Stephanie and my wife reached the door. Stephanie threw a huge tantrum. She also spit at her mother because she was so mad for bringing her to school. But when she got out of school she was very happy and liked going to school. As school went on Stephanie went into 1st grade and that’s where the teacher was talking to me about a boy that kept on following her every where. It was a boy that had a crush on her. The teacher told me that she couldn't keep them apart. Then my wife told me that the boys name was Julian and well when I heard that a boy was crushing on my daughter I got mad. As the years went on she told me that she doesn't like him. I felt a little better. But time went on even more and I found out that she had a boyfriend. I was even madder and didn't know what to say. The day I heard the news I was sitting on the couch and she was sitting next to me and I didn’t even look at her but then I got over when I heard it was over.

Time still kept going and Stephanie grew older and I knew she wasn't a little girl anymore. And now that she is older I now know that she is no longer my little only girl. Now I have two little girls and two sons.