Kindergarten , first grade, second grade, third grade,fourth grade fifth grade. Where does it end? I've been in school for all my life. I have to sit in a pretzel everyday which the teachers never do because it hurts but they want us to.  I must give my attention to teachers who don't know my name. I only have thirty minutes I must live it to the fullest. Im free for thirty minutes, I can run and be me then its back to prison with those wardens who just want to lock me up for the rest of my life. 

One shell, two shells, three shells hit the tank’s metal floor as it fired its cannon along with the platoon. Every now and then you’d hear the occasional spray of a German machine gunner hitting the tank’s bullet-proof armor, maybe even penetrating and hearing the bullet barely miss your head. But the worst sound of them all was when a German tank’s round hit the warbeast you were stationed in, hitting the ammunition and setting the entire machine ablaze, killing you and everyone else inside. Upon the floor a picture of your family back home under your tank’s spent shells. 

I awoke from my slumber, one brisk morning to find my home computer missing. My wife and I searched and searched and couldnt find it anywhere, I canceled my credit cards, changed my bank password, and bought a new computer. Later that week, I was surprised to find a video posted from my facebook that I no longer had, the video was of me and my wife. All out fury was beginning to rise on the person responsible. Facebook was cooperative to deactivate the account and try to delete the video. The hunt started by tracking down the IP address to a cafe near my house, when I found my computer I saw my neighbor at the table trying to get into my bank account, in rage I thrust him upon the ground and beat him until the cops dragged me off of him.

I awoke to the early morning aroma and the repulsive sound of vomiting outside my dorm room. As I looked out of my window, I noticed it was the valedictorian of the high school I previously attended. That was the girl that always had her life figured out and never made a wrong choice or did anything to regret, the girl who never had time to hang out with her friends or have a good time at parties. As I was going to help her back to her dorm, I noticed a small pill bottle in her hand. 

The girl was constantly teased and made fun of everyday at school, because of her weight, the lack of clothes she had, and she wore the same shoes everyday. She had no friends because everybody at her school judged her and assumed she was a big, fat, loser but little did they know she struggled with her weight and starved herself everyday, because of the criticism and hate being thrown at her. Her family was poor and had little money to actually buy her clothes and they could only afford what they needed, sometimes not even that.   

There’s a girl , a girl who is stuck in a room with no way of getting out. Pacing the room trying to figure out how can she extricate oneself . As she gathers her thoughts she hear a drip of water falling, it then becomes intense and her clothes start to decease. Her socks , jeans , shirt , even down to her underwear and bra then dropped out of sight. Bare she was. The water then stopped , and a turbulence begun. A  mysterious person said “tap .. tap .. tap..  tap.”  “Tap what?” she yelled! They begin to rumble again .. “the the wall.” The girl followed to do so and there goes the walls. They were vanished and so was she.

Helmets cover their heads like shells. Bright lights flash as they line up on the green turf. Men get in position and grit their teeth knowing it's all or nothing.  There is only 5 seconds on the clock. Everybody holds their breath waiting. Finally the the quarterback yells hut. The receivers streak down the field and the linemen jump off the line trying their hardest to protect their quarterback. He waits patiently for a receiver to get open. A linebacker runs through the line and dashes straight at him. He sees a receiver and launches the ball down the field. Its intercepted.

 Deep in the heart of the Mushroom Kingdom, are these turtles. These turtles are called Koopa Troopas. On the back of a Koopa Troopa is its shell. The shells come in five different colors. A Koopa Troopa shell color can be red, blue, light green, pink, or gold. In addition to a Koopa's shell, they also have different types of Koopa Troopas. Famous types of Koopa Troopas are regular green koopa Troopas and paratroopas. Paratroopas are flying Koopa Troopas that can bring you mail or watch the Mushroom Kingdom like Hawks. The king of the Koopas is Bowser.

That she’s alone, trapped, and confined.

 

She floundered and floundered with the lies,

Until she realizes she’s dead inside.

She pretended to be happy and you can not see

That she really wanted to die and leave this world in peace.

You can’t see what she’s been through,

You can't understand the pain caused by you.

The sleepless nights where she could only cry,

She sat in the corner hiding from your eyes.

She gathered herself each time she was in pain,

Each time lying about the rainbow after the rain.

Why the hell does love  consist of sex with in this generation? Why is it that if you’re not kissing and touching every second that it’s not really considered love? We are forced to hide our true emotions and personality because it’s not what society looks for anymore. Society looks for sexines and outside beauty but neglect what we have inside as real human beings. Everyone always talks about dating and making it last but with everyone basing their relationships off beauty and what society thinks how long do you really think it will last? 

At the beach there are shells. Under those shells you can find many things.  Things such as hermit crabs, more shells, and so much more. Stepping on the million of broken shells that create the beach for, it is impossible to think of all of the many things that are underneath the shells.  Watching little children pick up shells and discover the many things like animals, money, coral, and many other items makes me smile. The simplicity and calmness of being at the ocean brings a feeling of joy, happiness, freedom, and fun. This is why I love the beach

I ducked down while the bullet shells were flying over my head. The noise of the bangs were loud as explosions and I could feel the wind and the impact as they slipped past my head. The fear of the people around me were like a plane crashing into an ocean. Wondering if anyone would get hit or where the bullets would land was overwhelming. The wide open windshield was busted open like a balloon with more bullet holes than a practice target. I see more dead bodies than a graveyard with large blood stains and  headstones.

Crash! The sounds of the waves soothe me. I come here to clear my head. It’s peaceful and quiet. The coarse sand and crystal clear ocean water beneath my feet wash away the doubt I have within myself. Suddenly, I feel something hard yet smooth. I lift my soft pink skirt to reveal what I’ve stumbled upon and I see shells. Some are vibrant and some are dull and it makes me think of life. Sometimes life can be vibrant and sometimes it can be dull. It will be alright.

Lead rained down on him harder than the worst storm he’d ever seen. Smoke made the air so thick he could barely breathe. He hid behind his cover, terrified. He couldn’t think about why he was fighting, the only words he could muster were disjointed Metallica lyrics. As they closed in, he yelled the only thing he could think of, “Master of puppets i pull your string!” He felt unparalleled relief when he heard “Hey, this commie knows Metallica!” Ji-hu was so happy he bought that smuggled CD long ago. Thanks Metallica, you saved a North Korean.

It was a bright sunny morning and I was walking with my toes in the sand. Ahead, I looked and I saw some beautiful, multi-colored, various shaped shells. There was one that stood out more than others. Under that shell I looked. You would not believe what I saw. A tunnel that seemed so small, but I could fit. Once I was inside it was much larger. I could see all aound me beautiful rocks, waterfalls, and rainbows. I've never seen something so beautiful. As I left I hid it so I could have this safe haven all to myself. 

Body art sculptures with men and women undressed. Men's genitals all out and womens boobs showing holding a baby. Art wear you draw people undressed doing a pose. Some say the body is a art and that's ok to put it in the museums. People can be childish about the art of body or people are mature enough to handle it. It may make others uncomfortable. In my opinion children ten below showed not look at body art sculptures or the draws ,because it is not appropriate for their age to see. It is not good for their healt

It was a cold, windy, winter day and the tree stand was calling my name. I hustle quietly, not making a sound to get my hunting gear. I grasp my browning semi automatic 12 gauge. I was immediately shocked at how cold the stock and barrel was. I reach over the wooden gun cabinet to get the shotgun shells that were trapped in a box. I hurry and grab my orange hat to make my way to the tree stand. As i get 20 yards from the house i see my trophy buck. I acted with No hesitation. Bang!

I was walking home from the corner store it was night time, and I was in a rush to get home. I kept looking over my shoulder to make sure no one was following me home. After a couple more blocks I see headlights from a car behind me, the car was traveling oddly slow. I picked my pace in my walk, the car started quickly picking up speed so I started running as fast as I can. The car caught up to me and I turned around and heard loud pops and started feeling sharp pains all over my body. My blood and bullet shells all lying in one area, I couldn’t breathe.  

I was on the beach early in the morning looking for exotic seashells for my unique and eccentric seashell collecting that was  at my water front house. All of a sudden I spotted a unique and eccentric seashell. On the bottom of the shell color of It was bright yellowish-orange with Pinkish pearlescent whenever the sun's rays would bounce off of it.

 It was just another day in the streets where i used to live up north Second ¨Family¨ ¨brothers¨ and i  robbed some Jamaicans they sped down our block and started to shoot at ¨my brothers¨ and I. We was running through the cuts and alleyways to get away, once we got away we went back to the trap grabbed our guns and drove around their way and shot back n ¨my brother¨ lamar ran the cut behind their house and he got shot in the face with a 12 gauge with magnum shots and now his soul (RIP).¨BIG BRO¨   

The wind whirled in my ears as I dashed farther into the murky night. My heart thumping in my chest as my anxiety began to kick in.  Echoes of my shoes plunking on the hard pavement and my shallow breathing rung in the dark night. I stop running when I felt I ran an extensive distance. I turned my head left then right and the somber silhouette disappeared out of my sight. A sigh of relief escaped from my mouth and I continued to walked. 

Suddenly, I felt a tap on my shoulder.

“You dropped  your headphones.”  A young teenage boy said as he stuck the headphones out for me to take. 

“I’m  so sorry; thanks.” I embarrassedly apologized as I took the earbuds out of his hand.