A Week of Worrying

Authors Note: I have just recently got some news that isnt earth shattering, but it could turn out to be. I have been very stressed out latelty and wanted to get some things off my mind without telling everyone the story.

Today is the day. A week of worrying all led up to this. So much support, so much worrying, and the person who its really hurting doesn’t even realize how much could happen in that room. Three hours, the best surgeon in Milwaukee, and the one I love on the table. So much pain and sorrow I feel for him, yet nothing I say or do can help. No balloons or cards can bring him happiness. Support is all I can bring. Yet, even such a small gesture won’t feel like enough. I never knew that I could feel this helpless until now, in this moment.

The Summer I Tured Pretty Point Of View

The book The Summer I Turned Pretty is written in the point of view of Belly, a sixteen year old girl who is in love with her mother's very close friend's son, Conrad.  For almost the whole book he is very to himself, but Belly doesn’t know why. Jeremiah knew what was wrong with Conrad and why he was being this way the whole time but, she was left out of this information. First the depressing news about Susannah and her husband getting divorce, and then finding out towards the end of the summer that Susannah's cancer had come back. From her point of view nothing was wrong with Conrad, just the fact that Conrad was acting out, that’s all.

Her mother's best friend Susannah was like a second mother to her, and yet there were things still held a secret from Belly. She didn't know that Susannah and her husband Mr. Fisher were getting a divorce, or about the cancer. She has heard her mother and Susannah fighting earlier in the summer, but didn't think too much about it. Susannah didn't know that the boys knew or otherwise she would have told the story to everyone. She wasn't one to keep a secret unless it was in the best interest of the people she loves, there was no way.

The whole summer Belly didn't know what was going on around her. She was held back from information that she was obligated to know. Susannah was a part of her life and shouldn't be in the dark about things that were happening in her life. If she had only know all those times her mother and Susannah asked her to just stay home, and be with them was actually because Susannah had cancer again, she would have been there spending as much time as she could with her. Now time is limited and summer is over, what would she do now? She had to go home, where right now she didn't want to be.

Why You Should Like Justin Bieber

Justin Bieber, an extremely talented singer, is one of the most popular teen pop star sensations in the world. He became very famous extremely quickly. Why? Pure talent is why. He was always involved with music and sang ever since he was two. He posted videos on YouTube of him singing in a music competition at age 11. He didn’t expect anything out of it. He defiently got more than he bargained for, but now he is on tour with millions of screaming girls following him all over the world.

How does such talent come from a boy at his young age? Well, Justin Bieber was a success from the start of his music career. At two he was playing the drums like a professional. Although what he used as drum was a little different. He would drum on his kitchen chair. As he was drumming he would sing, granted his voice wasn’t the best then, but that shows how much he loved singing, or any kind of music with a best for that fact from a young age.

While Justin was growing up his parents got a divorce. He lived with his mom most of his childhood. They weren’t very wealthy at the time, and Justin’s mom Patty had a hard time supporting him. As a single mom, and being only 19 when she had him, she did an exceptional job of raising him. He dropped out of school to be home schooled.

He wasn’t just a musician growing up though. He actually tried to hide the fact from his friends that he could sing and play an array instruments, or that he could sing. He learned how to play the guitar, trumpet, piano, and percussion, but he never left out time to play sports. He played basketball, hockey, golf and soccer with all of his friends. When his friends found out that he could sing they didn’t believe it, so they went to watch his singing competition, and supported the fact that he can sing. Those friends are still supporting him today, by going to his shows and calling to remind him that they care.

Justin was discovered when he was only 12 years old by Scooter Braun. He saw that Justin’s page had thousands of hits so he watched a couple of the videos. Scooter was amazed by what he heard. After Scooter saw these videos he went out searching and found Justin. Pattie, Justin’s mom, was very skeptical about taking Scooter’s offer to fly to Atlanta for a day and see how it goes. Pattie accepted after a very long phone call to Scooter. Pattie accepted and Scooter later became his manger.

Justin’s career started right away. Scooter took him to sing to famous artists, like his current mentor Usher. They were all so impressed by how amazing his voice was, and how confidant he was when he sang. Justin didn’t know how lucky he was at the time, or that one day he would be touring around the world and have million, and millions of screaming fans watching his every move. He didn’t know that he wouldn’t see his friends and family often, and the time that he did get with them would be brief. Even then Justin managed to stay grounded, and not slip into the fact that he might be a celebrity, and that he’s better than everyone else. By the help of Scooter, Usher, and his mother Pattie there is no way he wouldn’t stay grounded. They help him through everything, especially his mom.

Through all of the hard things that he has to go through, with not seeing his family or friends often, Justin stands tall. He doesn’t let something like that take him down, he keeps moving forward. He doesn’t care what people think. For him it is about what he wants, and his dreams, not what other people want. He is only 17, and yes it may be hard to believe, but he is a normal guy under all that fame, but he is nevertheless. He likes to hang with his friends, eat fast food, sleep in, and he even gets sick sometimes. So, if you don’t like his music, that’s okay, but don’t hate the guy behind the music.

Introduction

Authors Note: We were doing a warm-up for introductions in class. We chose topics for a story such as  settings, and characters then we switched a couple of them throughout the classroom and made an introduction with our settings, characters, and topics. This was a challange for me because my setting and charactors are so different.

In Lake Park, a neighborly, subdivision lived an old man named sensei chin-chin. He was a extremely wise man with sensible clothing, for an old person that is. He lived next door to me. In his back yard he had a wagon, but it wasn’t just a wagon, it was a big red pool he had custom made for him. Sensei swam everyday. He would swim laps for hours and hours and play classical music loudly. It was so loud that inside my home, in the basement, on the furthest corner away from his house, and with ear plugs in could still hear his music. This kept me from being able to do my homework and read because I couldn't concentrate, but don’t try and tell your teacher that, trust me they wont believe it. I got in trouble at school because I had kept using "excuses" about not getting my homework done. My teacher called home my mother and father yelled at me. But I never had time to explain my self! Whatever. Screw this. I am going to Sencei Chin-Chin and we are going to have a conversation about his music. I am going to fix this problem all on my own.

Grandma's House

As I lay here I think about what I have left at home, nothing but loneliness and nothingness fills that home. Although it has nothing good for me there I love it because it was my grandmother's house. She passed in 1990 when I was 13. I was old enough to remember her and cherish her, but that was different for my 3 year old brother who will not remember her and if he does it will be just a small memory that will fade to nothing over time. Her death will mean something to him, but he won't hurt as much as it hurts the rest of us.

I think to the future and how it will be when he asks who his grandmother was and what she was all about. He'll ask questions I'll feel obligated answer that I may not be ready to answer at that time. He deserves to know but, he is too young to know enough of what is going on at home right now. I hope that one day he will know who she is and remember how I do. I will honor her in everyway I can now. I don’t want to go back to loneliness and the depressing home that awaits me. It is sad there right now with everyone grieving.

Ever since I moved into my grandmother's house I have felt close to her. If I go back, will it feel better? Will I be less sad? Either way I have to go home at one point to her house. I will go back, but again it is nice here in Cancun, and I don’t want to leave. Maybe I will stay here for a while, and relax. That sounds like a good idea to me.

Language Arts Progress

Author's Note: I wrote this piece to explain what this Language Arts year, and how it meant to me and how I have improved. I went through so much this year that I couldn't fit all of it in this one piece knowing that I would bore you. 

In the beginning of the year I came into the class feeling like an outsider. I felt as though I didn't belong with all the other students. Because it was a couple of weeks into school it was very hard for me to just walk into the class, and write, and then share my writing with all these new people. However, I was welcomed in to the class as soon as I entered the room. I felt very comfortable in this class. This helped with my writing because my surroundings were comforting. I was very relaxed and my mind could travel wherever I wanted it be. As a writer I feel like I have learned so many new and different things ranging from simple grammar to how to quote sayings from books, or just sounds that I wanted to authorize. Even after improving in all of these things, there are still a few things I'd like to work on. Such as, reading more than I do now a days and also writing in different styles like poems or nonfiction. Seeing as I have never tried that kind of writing this year in class, I would like to try this at home on my own on my own time.

Independence.....something so important in school for students to learn, but we never do. We are taught that you listen to rules and follow them to a "T". Well, with the help of Mr. Johnson I was able to understand how important it is really was to be yourself and to be independent, not only in your writing and in Language Arts, but also in other classes too. This year in this class I worked on being as independent as possible, but also using my resources wisely. Mr. Johnson was there for me to answer every question I had, important and meaningful, or any silly, or nonsense questions. I happened to have those a lot. Even though most of the year was spent on time filming and editing videos for my group's satire, that was about three months late, I still had time for independent book reading and independent writing. The whole experience was extremely enjoyable, but frustrating at the same time with everyone bickering, and trying to make the movie better in their own ways. In the end I got a ton out of it. After everything was done, I realized that not only did I finish one of the best worked on project so far in my life, I had also made new friends, and got closer to ones that were always there. Most importantly I was independent with my work that I put forth and my groups work, which I was proud of. This meant a lot to me because teachers that I have had in the past years haven't let me be me in a classroom. I was doing the work I had to do, and putting as much effort into it that I had to. Now I know how good I can writer I can be, and that when I write a piece that I am not impressed with to make it the best that it can be, and Mr. Johnson helped me realize that.

I always thought that there were rules to follow on every writing piece, and that you had to write what your teacher told you to. It was very easy to write those pieces because you just put information together into paragraphs and called it writing. No matter how hard I try to write one of those pieces I have to change them now, so that I fit my teachers expectations, but I like to up and beyond them too, and add my own things to the old boring piece. While working on writing pieces that teachers assign me I have a lot of moments when I mess up the spelling of a word in the middle or miss a concept, but I am human. I also make mistakes on simple short stories, or while writing a sentence that when you go back and read it makes no sense. I worked on not missing any concepts and not making any simple spelling errors that were unnecessary in the first place. Because, I worked towards these goals I felt as if I grew and grew over the year and that I was more confident in myself that I can write anything and make it my best that it can be. I'm not another Shakespeare or anything so I don't expect to be the best all the time but as long as I put the best work that I can into it I am usually proud of myself.

I will miss all of my classmates, but there is still next year waiting for me to screw it up, but I will make every moment count with my writing and independence as an 8th grader. I will remember to work hard all of the time, and achieve my best.  All in all I think that this year for me in my LA was successful, and I have become a better writer and became much more independent. No matter how much I miss Mr. Johnson, and how much I learned from him, always coming into class learning something different, I will always remember my 7th grade Advanced Language Arts Class.

First Piece

Author's Note: I thought that it would be fun to post my first piece of the year that I wrote, grammar errors and all. It is very short too. I like reading this because it shows me my growth in writing.

Halloween is a very fun time of the year. People dress up as whatever they want to be. On Halloween people try to scare themselves just for fun. I think that that is kind of stupid but that's not any of my business anyway. No matter what I think everyone should participate in it because it's a fun thing to do and everyone can express themselves  in their costumes.

Soup For Mom

 Authors Note: I wrote this piece as a warm-up one day and went back to edit it. When you read it you will find that in the story I get upset because of something little, but I was trying to do something big, take care of some one who I care about. 

Steaming soup boiling, as I heat it. Bubbling up as if it is boiling lava. My mother was home sick today, so I felt as if I owe her something for being a wonderful mother, sick or not. She has been there for me all my life, so why shouldn't I be there for her? I cool it down waiting to take it to my mother. I look at it as it sits in front of me, teasing me by the smell of fresh vegetables and herbs. I have to take a bite just a small one at least. I try to stop myself, but it seems as if there is something holding me back. It must be my mom sitting in the other room. What else could it be? 
I don’t want to eat all of her soup, or any really, but I am hungry and it smells so good. If I only take one bite I will hurt no one right? I think for a while then I reach out for the spoon as I smell the soup. I pick up the spoon and start towards the bowl. I go in and take a spoon full. I know that I want it but there is no way, I have t I think to myself. The spoon gets closer and closer to me as I see the steam steaming out of it like a sauna. I put it into my mouth and the feeling in my tong disintegrate. My whole mouth is burning. It feels like a volcano erupted in my mouth.
I start to feel extremely upset for failing myself. I guess I don't have any self control. There is no way now that I can ever eat soup that isn't mine again, especially when the person that you made it for is sitting near you.  My mother is sick and the soup is for her after all. I love my mother and I want her to get better but I don't think she will without some soup and proper care. I can't believe that I was so selfish when my mother is sick in the other room sitting wrapped in a warm blanket in the other room. She is in my sight now. I am upset about what I had done, but it isn't about me. I need to get the soup to her and make this situation better. The only way that can happen is for me to help her with anything that she needs all day, and the whole time that she is sick. I feel that is my duty now.

Is It Worth It To Be Selfish

Authors Note: This piece was written for my District Assessment as a mandatory piece.

What would you do if your were working for someone who is way more powerful than you? Someone that controls the whole mass of land that you live on. A citizen under the power of one man. That man was the King of England, who tells you what to do, when to do it and how it should be done. Well in the story The Hundredth Dove by Jane Yolen that is just what Hugh had to deal with. Hugh was the best fowler in England, granted that is probably not the best title to have, but he embraced it anyway.

The king ordered Hugh to come the palace for a court session. Hugh was both nervous and excited because he had never been to the palace before. When he got there he went in a room with the king and his lady, Lady Columbia, who was very beautiful. She was slim and fair with black eyes. Hugh described her as he felt she was, "She was neat as a bird," he said. She and the king were to get married soon, so the king ordered one hundred doves in one week's time. Lady Columbia did not agree with the idea at all. She begged him not to have doves as the meal for their wedding, but he rejected the suggestion just as quickly as it was spoken. There was nothing for Hugh or Lady Columbia to do for themselves. Hugh would have to complete the job as told.

The white dove was the dove that Hugh wanted to catch the most. For a long time he wanted to catch her. The symbolism in the story shows me that the white dove was Lady Columbia. I know this because the way he described her and the dove were very similar and in some ways the exact same. He exclaimed that the dove and Lady Columbia both had black eyes, and were both slim and fair. This symbolism meant a lot to me, and made the story come alive.

The fowler had a motto that was extremely important to him. It was sown on his tunic. Servo is what it read, meaning ("I serve"). It was written on his heart. He would serve the king whatever he wanted and or needed. An order of one hundred doves was a large one by the king. It was definitely a high order but not too difficult for Hugh to manage. The first day he caught twenty doves. All blue-gray, but one was not. One of the doves was the white dove. The one dove that if it flew over head you would know because of how white she was. He said that even in the night sky she would shine brightly. This dove was normally not with the rest of the flock, so when Hugh caught it he was happy, but that happiness wouldn't last long because when he got them all home the white dove was gone.

In the end Hugh takes the white dove and kills it. At that same time Lady Columbia was killed because the dove and Lady Columbia were one. Hugh takes all the doves to the doves to the palace for the king. All one hundred made it to the palace for the king, but only ninety-nine of them were alive when they got there. The one thing stood out and helped me prove my theory. That one thing was that after he brought the doves to the palace the wedding was called off. They talked nothing about Lady Columbia afterwards. The king wasn't worried at all and didn't wonder about her which made me think, did the king tell Hugh to kill Lady Columbia. Why would he want to kill her? Then I thought again. Hugh wanted her dead because he wanted her to himself. He trembled at her beauty.

Hugh didn't listen to what other people had to say. Lady Columbia told him not to hunt the bird but he proceeded anyway which got Lady Columbia killed. It is selfish to not listen to other people and do whatever you please no matter who it hurts in the end. The lesson learned is that it is okay to be selfish sometimes but other times it is more important to listen to other people.

Tangled

Author's Note: I wrote this post after watching a movie with my language arts class. After watching half of it I wrote this piece to show the symbolism it had.

Some of that main symbolism was very apparent but then some of the symbolism you have to look at more carefully. It was very clear to me by watching the first part of the movie that the mode was not a tragedy nor a irony. Knowing that it was neither of those two modes I  then knew that it had to be either romance or comedy. So next I took a closer look at both modes but it didn't take much time to figure out that it was a romance.

It was so simple to tell which mode it was because of all the symbolism the story actually had. The pastels were a big part in this movie. Everything for the most part was bright and in pastels. The sky was a light blue color too and she wanted to see the lights in the sky, the stars. That was huge symbolism for me and it stood out. Another thing was the very apparent was flowers. The main character Rapunzel gets her hair braided and the little girls that did her hair added some flowers in it. The flowers are bright pastels color to symbolize romance further.

However there were parts that I could find easily there were parts of the symbolism I forgot. Sunlight was one of them because she wanted to go outside in the sun and go to see the stars at night. Another was the tower she was in. It was one room upstairs and one room downstairs which are both kind of like studies. She also has stain glass in the tower which is symbolism. Evergreens crowded land around the tower. She ran through it with Flin Rider. And even though I found all of these I didn't understand the symbolism of the horse. Because a horse was part of symbolism of a tragedy I wasn't sure about his symbolism.

Ferris Wheel

--> Author's Note: I wrote this piece one day when I was feeling down. It was a warm up writing piece that i worked off of to make better and sound better. I actually didn't intended to write a piece like this, but my mood changed the story into something sad and a little creepy to be honest.

I am on this ride, here at the fair. No purpose, but to just sit. Sit and take it all in. No one knows I'm here. I grew up here, and I was only 11 when I was kidnapped at this very place.  I was 18 when I passed. What exactly happened, well to tell it was simple. I got dumped off in the woods with the clown, and he took me as far back as they went, and took my life right there in my resting place now. Not the best place to be rested for an 18 year old girl. I am afraid no one can find my killer. That would be my worst nightmare will come true.

My family used to come here every weekend with me, but now from what I've seen from where I sit here in this fairs wheel seat, they don't come often at all. I was worried as I watched over them that they too would be hurt the way I was, and have no way out. My little sisters Caitlin and Bethany, and brother Nate, have a lot of fun at the fair, just like me until that clown took me away. He was just making me a balloon, or at least that's all I thought he would do. My mother turned around to only to find my brother at her side. He was asking to go on a ride, pulling her away towards trouble. As she turned so did the clown, but not alone. He took me with. My mother didn't see me leaving, but I saw her and had no chance of being saved. He told me to be silent or something bad would happen to me, so I did at told. I was quiet. He had something sharp on me. I could feel it poking through my shirt. I knew my next move was to where ever he was taking me. I thought that I had a strong will. Strong enough to get away from him, but that was in no way possible.

I watch out for my brother and sisters every chance I get, hoping that if a time comes that I can help them if needed. I may not be always able to, but that doesn't mean I won't try. My parents that day took my brother and sisters to the fair, then they go to church, and lastly they go the police. They wanted to see if I would come back that night. All of them hoped for my arrival that night but how much longer, and would I ever come back? No one would ever know what happened to me. They still see the police every day to see if they found anything on my case. It saddens them to hear that nothing has changed. Sometimes, but not often enough, they have more information.

Much time passes, and my parents start to see the police less and less. My brother and sisters grow up and get families of their own. I had hoped to have that also. I have a hard time being happy for them mostly because mine was ruined for me. After time that isn't a bother to me as much as it is a very nice site to see. Sometimes I look back and wish that that was me. I would have never gone there, to the fair that day if I could go back and change everything, but I had no control over what happened. One day my family will find the real killer, and find out the whole truth about my murder, but as of now they go on with life as is.

Time feels as if it is standing still as I sit here on this fairs wheel and watch over every one here. Observing people's life, and how it may have been to live a fulfilled life with more experiences and time for family. It is now my time to go on. No more sitting in this seat. No purpose to be near these strange people I don’t know and never will. Goodbye to sadness and goodbye to what could have been.

The Pond

Authors note: I wrote this for a warm up in the beginning of class. It based it off of a painting from Claude Monet called Le Pont Japoinais a Giverny shown below. When I saw the picture I went to a very calm place and just went from there to write about it. As I was writing I was thinking about what it would be like to be there in that setting, and about what it would feel like, sound like, and look like in real life.

I lie on my back looking up at the willow trees drooping my way. As the wind blows the branches sway back, and forth, back, and forth. The bird chirp a little chirp to each other from opposite sides of the pond. I can hear very faint splashes from the bright colored fish in the water. A large sound comes every now and then from the fogs who sit on the side, looking into the filthy water. There is a lot to look at here, and no matter how hard you try you could probably never leave. I know I wouldn't want to.  I could live here forever, and never get up! Sleep here, and wake up here every morning, and every evening I would watch the sun go down through the willow trees. It becomes easier, and easier to see why there are so many peaceful animals here, and I am here to be in their presence. To my left there is a large bridge that people walk over everyday, and yes I am one of those people too, who walk over it stop just to gaze at the beauty of natural artwork. If I were any good at art, I would paint this scenery everyday and I could never get sick of it. As I think of this it becomes apparent that there is a painting of this very place, so I bought it and thought to myself "At least I will be able to be home more now, and I can spend more time with my family. This doesn't mean I will not be there often because I will. When I look at that picture I will go back to the place I love so much, by the pond."

Family is Important

Sitting down in front of a hot fire with my family. Roasting marshmallows and listening to Christmas music. This was ironic for us because we usually are not all together at the same time. This was very special to all of us and you could tell just by looking at our faces. Times were rough, mom and dad both had jobs, my dad two. Long work days were required where we lived. If you didn't work you didn't eat or get education and definitely not heat in your house for the winters.


I being the oldest was like a second mother to my five siblings. Their ages ranging from only six months to seven. I was thirteen at the time. I had no free time to myself for friends and especially not extra circulars. All my friends were busy playing sports or they had better things to do with their families but either way they had no time for me either.


My parents came home late every night. It was at least nine o'clock or later by that time all the kids were to bed but not me. I stayed up so that I could fill them in on what happened that day when they were at work. I also had to finish my homework which almost never got done and if it did it was a miracle. Every morning I get up and make sure every one of my siblings are okay snuggled in their bed while i get ready to leave for school. Just before I leave I have to make sure that every one of them gets up and gets ready for school, except for the two youngest boys who aren't old enough for school yet they got to stay home with Nana. She would come over everyday for them. Sometimes I think to my self what will happen when she is gone? She is a huge part in our family and I would never ever want to lose her.

Tom's Love Life

Tom wasn’t expecting anything special to happen on this fine day. He was just going to school like a normal 12 year old boy. Something was going to happen to him whether it good or bad something big was going to happen he just didn’t know it yet.

The first time that Tom and Becky ever met, is when Tom is late to school because he traded his tooth for a tick. Because of this choice he made he was going to be in trouble with the teacher. It all started when Aunt Polly pulled out Tom’s tooth.

He started off the day just going to school. He talked to Huck on his way there and traded it for a tick. He arrived at school late, and told the teacher exactly what happened so that he would have to sit by all the girls. He had no problem with at all seeing as he set it up so that he could sit by all of the girls. While sitting there he met Becky Thatcher, a little blond girl.

Tom was playing with the tick almost the whole rest of the class with Joe Harper. They harassed the tick by trying to keep the bug on the side of the desk with a pin. The teacher saw what was occurring half way through their game and came over hit both boys on the back of their heads smirked and walked away.

After getting yelled at and getting in trouble he decided to stay by Becky. They ate lunch together and he convinced her to be engaged to him. She said yes, they said “I love you” to each other and they kissed. As they were talking it came out on accident that he was previously engaged to Amy Lawrence. Becky begins to cry thinking that he probably still loves her and tells him that she thought of that whole situation that way. Tom completely denied it and offers a jewel to her to show that his love id=s devoted to her, but she starts to ball harder not accepting that he is sincere. Tom then walks out on her which makes her even more upset than she was before.

Later Becky that week becomes ill. She stops attending school because of her being ill and Tom became even more upset now than he was before because Dr. Robinson had just passed so he needed her to be at school terribly, so much that Aunt Polly is worried about him and she thinks that he is ill also. Aunt Polly tried to help fix him but it wasn’t help at all because she was giving him pain killer and he hated it so much that he fed it to the cat, which got very hyper. Aunt Polly found about what he did but was not mad because although what he did to the cat was cruel so was what she was trying to make him do so he went to school with no punishment. That morning is the morning that Becky came back but she did not even acknowledge that Tom was there because she was still upset. Tom was not happy now that Becky wouldn’t pay attention to him so he decided to go to an island that was deserted and he rode out there on a float with Joe.

Everyone thought that Tom had died and they had a funeral. When he arrived at school he ignored Becky and just paid attention to Amy instead of paying attention to her. She becomes very jealous of them and starts to hand out invitations to her classmates to come to a picnic and she invited everyone but Tom and Amy. After she had invited everyone to her picnic, Tom and Amy left leaving Becky raging with jealousy.

Instead of waiting on Tom, Becky moves on and she starts to hang out with Alfred a new kid that Tom does not get along with and he becomes bored of Amy and is now jealous of her and Alfred. Tom left for lunch at home and walked by himself. Once he was gone Becky left Alfred because she was bored of him. She knew that he was planning to pour ink all over it and she didn’t know whether to let it go and see his reaction because he deserves it or to say something and mend their problems to one so that they would be together. In the end she decided that she would just let him pour the ink on Tom’s spelling book and hate Tom forever.

Becky and Tom meet at school and he tries to make up with her so that they weren’t fighting but she ignored him and waited for the ink to be spilt all over his spelling book. Becky then goes into the teacher’s desk and pulls out an autobiography and Tom startled her and makes her rip the page blaming it on him. She cries knowing that she will be whipped now for what she has done. The teacher walked up and down the isles waiting for someone to admit that they had done the crime and when she gets to Becky and Tom stood up and Tom helped her in saying that it was his entire fault and he got his second whipping of the day but he was a hero to Becky again. After that came summer and Tom and Becky went their separate ways and did their own thing.

Even though Tom and Becky went through a lot they will always be friends. Whether they ever become more than that again no one knows, but what we do know is that they will always be close and that they did like or love each other at one point. We all have crushes and Tom’s was Becky the same for Becky and what I got out of this was you can like someone get engaged to them, not really though, and still be friends in the end like Tom and Becky.

Where It Takes Place

The story starts in a old house with no heat and an elderly man lives there. He is alone and very cold either because he is old and doesn't stay worm long or it really is the reason that there is. He sits in his chair and he reads this notebook he found. In the notebook he reads all about a love story that is around the time of the World War II. In the notebook they talk about the places they go and the elderly man gets caught up in it.