Usually I am a pretty reserved person, but when I play soccer, I always feel confident. It has lead to many new friendships. I've had had a lot of different coaches, each with their own viewpoints. These coaches have taught me so much, not just about soccer but also about life. I've always had this drive when it comes to soccer where I know I can always get better, and I want to. It is something that I've always been good at because I always want to play. When  I used to live in Texas, my friends and I would play everyday at recess and it is one of the reasons why the sport means so much to me. It connects millions of people all over the world.

 

In the last year or two, I have been working extra hard to get better. I was able to make the Washington state team, and a team that focuses on players getting recruited by colleges. Last season I led the league in goals and I had twice as much as the second highest goal scorer. I was really excited to started this season because we got into a harder league, but because of the virus it has been delayed a lot. We were finally able to play our first game last weekend, but we lost three to two. I was able to score and get an assist. It felt good to be back, but now my team has to work hard to get better. 

 

" Hey Blue can you go do that jump first and see if I can do a 360 on it?" asked my friend.

"yeah" I said.

 

Since it was super foggy the little hill looked like a decent jump. I popped of the top of the steep hill and went riding down it full speed. When I was riding down the hill all I thought was the jumps going to put me in the air for a little bit because it didn’t look that big. I was wrong. When I was about 1 foot away from the little jump I realized it was really steep. I couldn't stop and went straight up the jump. Since it was so steep I did half a backflip. I landed on the cold soft snow on my back and neck. Luckily the snow was as soft as my bed. So the impact didn’t hurt that bad. 

 

"Blue you ok?" my friends said while laughing quietly.

"yep!" I said while laughing very hard.

Then we all started to laugh together. My friends did not do the jump and we skied for the rest of the day. When I work up the next day my back was very sore, it felt like someone threw a brick at my back. And then I realized why and laughed. 

                                                   By, Abby Morales

One thing that means a lot to me is probably Mexico, I've been to Mexico +9 times and counting, my parents are both  from Oax, Mexico . Sadly I've never seen much of the state by it self but my parents home town is pretty nice. Every time we go, we go to the same place, and the moment when we arrive all you can see is how different everything is, the roads, the "stores" and just how everyone gets along.  Someday I wanna go and just explore the whole state, it means so much to me  because my parents are able to show us exactly where they were raised, I personally think its cool to see how different our lives are, because the lifestyles are just really different. My parents live like 15 minutes from the actual city but on the way there and back  all you can see is trees all around and just a bunch of random animals like  horses, cows, dogs and chickens, ect.  Its cool to see all these people your parents grew up with and hearing all the memories they have of them, Mexico is a big part in my life because my parents are from there and I honor my culture very much. My parents also speak a language and my dad likes to say that its like a secret tool, and I agree.  

 

Another reason why Mexico means so much to me is, probably the fact that it makes me really  happy when my grandparents make food and when we go to partys. I love going and the arriving to the city and walking around and smelling all the amazing food that people are making. The way things work there are really different compared to the united states. I love trying the homemade food made by the people there. Its kind of sad that I haven't tasted the amazing food in 2 years but every time we go, I love to get the tacos! I also love the partys because it good to see everyone have fun and just the food that they serve is really good! The party's don’t stop until the midnight so its good to stay up and just chill. I always like going to the party's because they give these candy bags and there very nice and the candy bags are good. My sibling just arrived to our Mexico a couple of days ago and when they called me they said that my grandma made them food for when they arrived and that’s what they were looking forward to when they got there.  

 

The third reason why Mexico means so much to me is that you always meet new people, as in there's always new uncles and aunts you never knew about and then its just fun to notice that we have a lot more family. Its good to see all the people that my parents grew up with and them telling us funny stories about them when they were younger. I love visiting  my grandparents and them also telling us funny stories. I have a lot of family over there so when we go and have a big brunch together its fun to be surrounded by people full of laughter.  I also love to go because in my town theres a bunch of long trials you can go to and just enjoy the nature. You can also see and hear all of the animals around you when you go on the walks, so its cool to guess the animal as you walk around.  These are just 3 of the thousands of reasons why Mexico means so much to me.  

 

 

 

 

Blue is My favorite color and my hero, who stepped in as my mom and dad but also my best friend that saved me from the dark navy-blue sky of a scary fall night. My older brothers. It is his favorite color. He told me "we are all misunderstood no one stops to think that our blood is all blue before it runs out of us. So why are we all looked at different." Blue reminds us of the flowing waves in California where we are once where, and we go back to but not nearly enough to feel the blue. How not matter if we were fighting or felt like we were drowning we could fly once would hit the magical water as if it was a whole new world to us. Blue is my brother and me. It is the path we will not follow as our family and friends have. But we make mistakes, my brother fell in but is making his way out because he saw the blue waves where too much for just me to bare. Blue is a underestimated color that makes up all these other things it’s a primary color, just like me and Huver are primary people who fight for each other and our 8 other siblings to feel like they have a place in life as is. Even though we all do not look the same, our blood is shared "it all is blue before it runs out of us." You don’t have to prove your existence to him and I because we have felt the waves crumble us to where we could hardly even take another breath but found a way to come out walking head high and smiling, dimples and all.

 

Blue is the color of the sky that brightens my view on life, my optimism of existence and chance. Every day you will see the blue sky at least once. Even if not seen during the day, from the rain the sky's will be painted with navy blue. where the shiny moon reflects off. suddenly I do not feel so alone and misunderstood when the sky falls. Blue is a color to most people, but blue is my life a piece of my heart that will never entirely be gone once morning comes. Blue has unknown shades, undertones, and formality's just as my life and story does. Blue is regular to most, but my blue is my hope. For one day that I will once be upon that navy painted sky as a star. To be able to fly like the big puffy clouds do on a perfect day.

 

 Blue can be dark and scary and lonely and spread rapidly, just like my feelings getting over looked and over though to where I just throw my feelings out the door the keep the piece and apologize for the mess of my blue and put on the light like everyone wants me to be. Blue can be happy and special as well as memorial. But blue has twists it has turns just as all we do. That is why I said blue is a part of my heart. Blue is a feeling I get hit with or get drizzled on just because. Not everyone sees it and it is hard to verbalize it. I Sophia Maricela Ballesteros am blue not entirely, but it forever is a part of me.

"Come on we have to go clean the playroom!" I said.

"No, just let me finish this book," she replied.

"If you don't come, I'm telling mom."

"Fine, just let me finish this page then."

"Okay, fine." I waited for her leaning against her white door frame next to her brown wood door because I was not about to clean all by myself. The book clamped shut and she stood up and we walked down the stairs to the playroom. We entered the brown door frame into the room with most of our toys and play things. It was a mess! I looked down and I could barely see the floor through all the clutter. The counter at the very left side of the room had our mini princess dolls and their houses lying there and even the top of the piano on the wall to my left had music books lying across the top. I didn't want to clean this room. Then an idea popped into my head. Maybe there was a way I wouldn't have to clean, and Serena would just do it.

"Hey, do you want to play a game Serena?" I asked mischievously.

"Sure, what are we playing?" She replied.

"Let's pretend that were Cinderella and her step-sisters. Would you rather be Cinderella or her mean step-sister?" I asked.

"I want to be Cinderella!" She said.

"Awh, I really wanted to be Cinderella. I mean I guess I'll just be her evil step-sister." 

"Yay!" She exclaimed. I walked toward the right side of the room and sat on the brown hard-wood floor.

"Now get to cleaning Cinderella!" I said. There were a couple stuff animals next to me so I grabbed the light brown teddy bear and threw it at her. "Clean up this mess." I said as I continued telling her she wouldn't be able to go to the ball and that she needed to clean up faster while I sat on the floor watching her. She cleaned up toy after toy putting them away in the bins and organizing them nicely. She got to the very last toy, a barbie dress she found on the floor and put it in the yellow doll clothing bin next to the piano. 

"Okay fine I won't go to the ball," she said knowing later that Cinderella ends up going to the ball and meeting her prince.

"Actually, I don't really feel like playing Cinderella anymore." I said

"Oh, okay." She said disappointed. I walked out of the clean playroom knowing I hadn't done a single thing to help cleanup and I had just tricked my sister into cleaning the whole room for me.

 

o I waited for the perfect time to grab something and place it underneath me to hop up on the table so that time came and I grabbed something and then right as I got on top of the table my grandparents saw I got onto the table and then they ran over to me kicking the dirt and stuff and ran as fast as the flash kind of to make sure I'm safe so they told me to get down  so I don’t fall off or something and then I told them no so they got mad at me and I decided to start shaking the table from underneath me and it was glass so I was trying to be careful but not too careful and I was trying to get my grandparents more mad at me so they knew how I felt when they wouldn’t listen to me because when I was younger I thought I could be the queen and rule over everyone and everything and so I kept disobeying them then when I tried jiggling the table a little more the table started tipping over and my feet started sliding and my grandparents weren't paying attention for a second to make sure my siblings are staying safe and not jumping off the wall of in the backyard to the ally way where there was drug dealers and people who killed other people that were hiding from the cops because it was darker and that's where those people go to steal or break into people's house or hide from the cops and stuff so they didn't want my siblings to jump down there for fun or something then my feet kept sliding of the table more and more then I tried to climb back up the table as it was sliding underneath me moving the rocks that were holding it up and more and more sliding then I got scared so I decided to scream then right as I scream and try  to stand up I fell straight forward into bricks and broke my head open and there was blood gushing out of my forehead right at my hair line and it wouldn't stop bleeding and i was crying then my grandparents looked back because they heard a big bang! Then they saw me crying and my head was gushing and gushing and in my mind I thought i was going to die. 

 

 I've never hurt myself like that before and the bricks hard blood on them then my grandparents started running inside as fast as possible to get a rag or a towel or something and my grandfather went in top the garage to get my car and come around the back to get us into  the car to go to the hospital and my siblings were crying because they thought I was going to die and  so my hand was trying to cover my head and try to stop the bleeding but it wouldn’t stop no matter what I tried and there was warm gross looking blood all over my tiny hand and my grandmother finally got back with the towel and placed it on my head everyone was rushing and everything and it was a scary time so we were in the car and everyone was crying other than my grandparents because they were upset over what happened and at me for telling me repeatedly not to do what I did so something like this wouldn’t happen and so we were in the car feeling like I was going to die or have to stay in the hospital over night or something without my family and that was a really big fear i had when I was younger and then we get there  and everyone was staring at me and it was really scary because my head was hurting and gushing blood going through the towel onto the floor of the hospital and then everyone was asking what happened and stuff as my siblings were 🤬 their eyes out tears coming down one by one every half of a second and just tears running down our faces like there was a waterfall and the doctors and people rushed to me and rushed me into a room and gave me a new bigger towel and the blood wouldn't stop and they said if we didn't get to the hospital faster or something ii could have lost to much blood  and it was scary to hear i could have died because my brother when he was my agree at that time he fell off a 10 foot tree and almost actually died and he had to get picked up by a  helicopter and he had a concussion for like a month and stayed at the hospital for a while and me and my family stayed there every night every day until he woke up because the doctor said there is a possibility he wouldn't wake up but in the name of Christ he woke up with in a couple weeks and he is 18 now he studders kind of but not as bad as me and him used to but I really didn't want to lose my only brother that I had 🙁 and they didn't want to lose me kind of the same  so we were there and eventually again in the name of Christ the blood stopped coming out and we were able to stitch it up with 13 stitches and now I have a battle scar on my forehead on my hair line and it's a pretty big scar to but now I know not to do stupid things no matter what if it's dangerous or something to where there is a possibility i  could die I'm going to stay away from it forever. 

I made so much memories here. I made a lot of friends, a lot of memories and so much

Happened here. When I was came here there were a few people that I would become friends with

Living here. Then I next door I see new people are moving in too which means new friends. We eventually meet up and all become friends, there were about 11 of us or more and we did so much, we played basketball, football, baseball, pokemon, beyblades, hide and seek, and video games, we legit could do anything we wanted.

 

We made a lot of memories, we pretty much did everything we played a lot of sports like football and basketball. But whenever we played football there were sometimes fights that happen, same with basketball and baseball. But we got over It, wasn’t a big deal, but coming around 5th grade year the number of friends started to lower because some of us started to move, the first people to move were my 2 friends they were both brothers and we both played basketball a lot 1 of them teach me how to play basketball and how to get better. They sadly moved to Seattle so I never really met them again after they moved. Second person to move was a friend again, they moved some where in Bellingham so they actually visited us before, and 3 more friends moved they were all brothers too they moved somewhere in Bellingham too, so it was pretty ruff but they did visit us too.

 

Now today its only me and 4 others, 1 of them moved in and he is cousins with 2 of my friends and I actually knew him in 1st grade so that was cool. Sadly we don't really come outside no more and hang out, we do though but barely. It just doesn’t really feel the same but we do sometimes hangout mostly I go outside to practice some basketball. Well it was fun making those memories and having fun back then I would wish I could do that again though, that would be really nice. So that’s what means a lot to me, my neighborhood, I made a lot of memories here I will never forget.

Doors covered in cobwebs with a sign that says do not enter. As I pay for my ticket and

Wait in line I start to think about what could possible be inside the haunted house.

I hear the screams of teenage girls and boys, the fog creeping under the door, people

Dressed up as psycho murders with knifes running around the outside. 

 

As I walked closer to the tall doors I felt the aura of the area, I enjoyed scary movies

So I thought this would just be a fun time. As I kept hearing the screams and the sounds

Of kids and adults running I thought that this wasn’t the best idea to go here, oh well I 

Thought I should just go since I mad it this far. Finally after all the waiting and suspense 

It was my turn to walk through, as I walked through the mist I stood waiting to walk through

Towards the first entrance. I told myself I would look stupid just standing here waiting for 

Other people to walk through, with that thought I took my first steeps inside. As I 

Entered the long dark room filled with dimmer lights I saw a place to walk too, as I walked

Over that direction I saw a closet fly open with a grown man holding a knife, he turned his 

Head with a creepy smile and with no hesitation ran at me. This wasn’t a regular haunted 

House I thought this is real, I ran back and saw the door closed from where I entered, the 

Only place to go through was the small vent as I ran and slide inside I saw the grown man 

Struggle to get inside, I climb through and as I thought I was safe the vent headed downwards.

As I feel backwards and slammed through the vent cage falling into the ground with a loud 

Smack, I brought myself up and checked where I was.

 

It was a hallway dimly lighted with small trails of blood heading towards each door. 

Without thinking twice I ran down the hall, after 30 minutes of wandering I realized 

I ended up in the same place as I started. This all felt unreal like I was in some sick

Twisted dream. As I stopped finally I realized what I needed to do, I needed to go through

A door since that was the last thing for me to do, as I approached the door I thought 

Twice if this was the best choice for me. I just forgot about it and walked to the door.

When I walked inside all I felt was darkness, It felt unreal as if I wasn’t alive. Floating, 

In the air with darkness everywhere around me, life isnt real or is fake it all depends on

How you precise things in your life. Life tip never go to a haunted house.

 

 

Speaking of destroying homes and disrespecting the environment, what does this cause? Climate change! Due to Climate change, the environment is being thrown off. Ice is melting, its getting hotter, more natural disasters, species are dying out, etc. With these issues getting worse and worse every single day, this earth does not have much time left before it is devastated.  Of course there are many important issues happening in the world and our country that need to be fixed, but because of its complex consequences, climate change is the biggest.

 

 

You would think humans would realize by now that this earth needs major help. Humans are so selfish to the point that they don’t even believe climate change is real. Even after it is proven by scientists and their own experiences. Trust me, human lives are not the most important thing in this world. We have barely been here and already have made a huge impact on the environment. The environment means so much to me because our existence depends on it.

 

            And then the last time we did it he came out 🤬 and had something in his hand we couldn’t tell what is was so we just thought we were fine. Then he just stayed there waiting with the door open and the guy was trying to find us but couldn’t, My friend fell over and hit a rock which made a noise not too loud but Aldo not quiet the guy heard since it was 1 of the morning and there weren't much noises so we got up and started to run as fast as we could I looked behind and saw the guy running at us with something in his right hand I got really scared I started sweating everywhere I thought to myself "is that a gun in his hand" But I couldn't get an answer since I didn’t know for sure. We tried to cut him off by just taking random corners we didn’t want to lure him to my friends house. So what we did is we saw a sign on a fence that said no trespassing so what we did was just sprint there and jumped over my foot got stuck on the fence and I started panicking I started sweating my face was getting red. But then my friend helped my get over the fence we didn’t know where to go since it was just a forest that said no trespassing so we just ran to the woods going nowhere we ran for at least 30 seconds and we stopped. And we were all tired from running non stopping we just looked at each other out of breath. Finally I said "Holy……. Poop…. We almost just died" and then my friend said " bro… that was intense" and my other friend said "where… the hell are we "so I said idk just somewhere in the forest" after a while we just sat on the moss that was growing on the tree.

 

           Soon I saw something in the forest and I told my friends they looked at couldn’t see anything they just said "bro there's noting there" and I said "look in between those to small trees on the left" they looked at did see something they looked at each other they both said "Ayo lets get out off here" so we tried to look for a exit but couldn’t find anywhere, soon I saw a gate and I told them "look over there is that a gate" we started walking towards the gate because there was no other choice, when all of the sudden we hear a stick break behind us break. I say "bro I swear to god there's something following us" I started running cause whatever it was it could hurt us I kept looking back to see if I could see what was behind us but I didn’t see anything. I kept looking and then maybe like the tenth time I looked back I fell down because my foot got caught on a tree root that was sticking out, I tried reacting fast enough so I wouldn’t fall completing down but messed up. I got up as fast as a could afterwards I started running even faster because my friends just left me there and they ran off. I got up and ran as fast as I could I felt like I was running faster than I could even imagine, once I caught up with them the started climbing the fence and once they got over I was getting over the fence as well. All of us got on the other side we looked back to see if we could see anything but we couldn’t, I was really confused but I just looked at them and said " lets just go back" they agreed so we walked back to the house without and trouble.

 

              We get to his house we tried to be as quiet as we could but then there were his parents waiting for us at the door we all just looked at them and frozed. We didn’t know what to do they told us that we were In troubled but I thought to myself, how am I going to get in trouble it didn’t matter. After they talked to us what we were doing and all of the basic thing a parent will ask when you sneak out, Soon they finish talking and we head upstairs we go to his living room because that’s where we were going to sleep we talked a bit about what happened, and then went to sleep.

Music means so much to me because its one of those things that most people do like you can ask anyone what there favorite song of genera of music is. But the thing that is cool about music is the personalization that comes with it.

For example you can choose any type of music then choose different artistes within that type of music. Another thing that is cool about music is that you can switch between so many different types of music. For example when you are feeling sad there is a  kind of music for that when you are feeling maybe mad happy in the middle it doesn’t matter there is a type of music for. Another example of this would be picking music for a certain occasion because there is different type of music not just for mood but for different types of situations also.

 

 

Another thing about music that makes it mean so much to me is that you can have memories that relate to that music like maybe you have one of the times with your family where you listen to a certain time and every time you here it you remember that memory.  This is super cool because it can create relation ships from person to person or maybe person to the music. Another thing that makes music me so much to me is that when I listen to music I don’t just hear someone talking depending on the kind of music that you choose to listen to but a lot of the times the artists is trying to tell a story. This makes the music more enjoyable and easier to connect to. Another thing that makes music mean so much to me is when  Is when I can have a very similar memory to what the song Is talking about it feels like when I hear it sometimes I almost go back and relive the moment. 

 

 

Something else that makes music so special to me is that growing up I listened to bunch of different types of music  because it was always whatever was on the radio. One of my favorite things about music is that it can also help with problems you may be having. Music can be a safe place for people to go and relax and get away from stress and just listen to some good music. One of the things that that a lot of people love music for is to entertain a group of people or to see what songs people know in a friend group and to listen to new ones. Something else that I like about music is that you can know a bunch of songs that you listen to all the time and then meet someone who likes the same music or even different and still like the music. The final thing that makes music mean so much to me the way it makes me and anyone else feel when you listen to it I feel like it is just a nice relaxed feeling or it can be whatever you want that is the amazing part about it.

 

The first memory I have with him is when my friend and I were in a play tent playing with zum zum pets, the ones that look like hamsters and have little electronic wheels, anyway timber came bursting in through the door and our whole set up was ruined but I didn’t care because there was a dog. I was confused because my mum had not told me about a dog coming over so I asked her and she said we were going to take care of him for a week. A week went by and he didn’t leave so I asked my mum when we had to give him back to our friends. She told me we were going to keep him and the week was a trial to see if we liked a dog with our family. Our friends were moving to a small apartment where they couldn’t bring a dog so we were able to keep him.

 

As I already said I've had Timber since I was four and we still have him. He is 12 years old now and he is a very big dog so I hope we will have him for a lot longer but I'm not sure. Some of my favorite things about him is he is a very good listener and he knows when I'm not feeling well so he comes up to me and makes me feel better. He loves to explore and he loves to go on hikes. He loves carrots so I like to bake him dog carrot cakes.

 

So that day we drove to Walmart in a Honda pilot and to this day I still don’t know why we went but we did so my dad always tells story that when I was a kid every time I would go out someplace I would "magically get hungry" but if I was home I was not. Anyway so we are at Walmart walking around and I was hungry and so I ask my cousin "can we get McDonalds please" and they said no because we where going back home in like 5 minutes to go eat food, but then my brother and sisters start asking also so then after a couple of minutes of asking they finally took us right before we were about to leave through the door.

 

Once we finished our food we started heading back home and my two cousin say before we leave the parking lot "when we get home do not mention anything about eating or having McDonalds" so all of us in the backseat of the car just said ok we can do that. So as soon as we pull into the drive way they stop look at all of us again and say "don’t say anything about eating McDonalds to your parents. So then in my head I was like ok that’s easy so I say to my cousins "ok" and so do my siblings so as soon as all of us walking into the house we start walking towards the living room the first thing I say to everyone in the house is "we did not have McDonalds" with no one asking any question about what we did I just said that out of the blue and the rest of the day I do not remember.      

 

 

I scooted towards the slope, giving one final thrust before perching my legs awkwardly along it's sides as the board began it's decent.  I began to gain speed, and for a second, it was fun, the wind whipping my long hair out behind me and the road opening out before my eyes. Then I went faster and faster. Too fast. The board wobbled beneath me and I began to wonder if I'd made a mistake. And then the boars suddenly changing course, veering off to the side instead of down the middle as I'd anticipated. And then I saw it. A rock, a large rock, more of a boulder really. And it was planted directly in my new path. I was still gaining speed, and at this rate I was going to crash, breaking both my dad's skateboard and probably my body along with it. I had to stop. I had to stop now. I closed my eyes in preparation for the pain, then slammed my bare legs into the speeding asphalt. 

 

I sat at the bottom of the hill, my body pulsating in pain. I hadn't bothered to get off the skateboard, or even remove my legs from the ground. I just sat there, in pain. "I will not cry  I will not cry I will not cry I will not cry." I repeated through gritted teeth until I knew it was true. I pulled my legs up to survey the damage. All of the skin from my knees was gone, extending along my tibia to the tops of my feet and toes, revealing pink flesh underneath. I stood up, blood dripping down my legs as they stinged in protest. Well, that had failed miserably. What now? If I went home, my dad would be mad. Then he would make me wash them out. My dad's hands were rough with work and he would scrub my wounds mercilessly. No, I couldn't go home, it was barely noon regardless and I wasn't due back until 5. I still had the day. As I'd concluded hiding from my father was the best course of action, I proceeded to construct a plan to avoid confrontation at all cost. We were close with the Votopiches, and they would probably tell my dad if I went there, so I needed to go somewhere they wouldn't contact my father.

 

I knocked on the Macalister's door rapidly, which was opened by a very displeased looking Ms. Macalister. "hello Ms. Macalister, is Ace home?" I asked in my most polite voice, smiling toothily. she stare down at the dirty, matty haired, bloody kneed child in front of her with a mix of deep concern and disgust. Nobody in the neighborhood liked the Macalister's because they were filthy rich, never helped out, and had 8 very hostile dogs that often tipped over the dumpsters. It was perfect. Freya poked her pale head from behind her mother's knee "oh, hi Norah. My brother's in his room" "thanks" I piped, sliding around Ms. Macalister, skipping down the hall towards a familiar room. I knocked, not waiting for a reply before entering his room. He was sprawled on his couch in front of his big screen TV. As I knew he would be. He flicked is eyes to meet mine, not bothering to get up as I entered the room. He stared at me for a second before resuming his game. "your dripping blood on my carpet" "sorry" I mumbled. He nodded absently, patting the couch beside him. I smiled, plopping down on the fluffy cushion as I absorbed myself in his game. We had a weird relationship where I would just sit and watch him play games for hours on end. We would occasionally play card games or swim in his private pool, but usually I just watched.

 

Inevitably, the day came to a close, and I dragged myself home to await my destiny. My father was mad, but I didn't receive any chores, as it was decided my legs were punishment enough. As expected, he immediately grabbed a bar of soap and gave me 2 options. I could wash my wounds out myself, or he could do them for me. I tried it by myself at first, dreading my fathers calloused fingers. Yet the second I touched the soap to my ray flesh, bolts of pan shot up my leg and I couldn't continue. I was in tears before he'd even started. Washing my skinless flesh was hands down one of the most painful things l've gone through, much worse than the actual skinning. I still have scars on my knees and toes. I wish I could say this was a learning experience,  that I listened to my Father's rules from then on and I learned how to appropriately 🤬 the danger of a situation. but judging from the various scars, ripped tendons and broken teeth I gained sense then, l'd say this was just a crappy experience with no long term effects. I was safe and cautious form maybe a week after, but as the scars faded, I began to forget the whole situation, and went back to the same mindset I had before; that is was better to experience life to the fullest and live with the consequences then sit around regretting all the things I could have done.

A haunted house, which is a house full of spooky Halloween decoration for the holiday is a true fun experience to go through, firstly, there are spider webs, which is common for haunted houses to use due to adding more ambience and decoration to the house, which makes it look a lot older and abandoned. Since its sticky, many people could go past one and get them stuck in their body, that makes them feel like somebody is touching them and may run. The doll heads can also be used to add to ambience and decoration. They can be made really creepy to scare a lot of kids or can also be modified to bite people when touched in the mouth. The dolls' appearance can also be modified to be more spooky and to make it seem possessed by a demon.  Boarded up windows are always used to make look like the house truly is abandoned and haunted from the outside, but In the inside is also used to not let any light enter the house. After all, it's a haunted house that we should be scared of. Rusty tricycles are one of those things that makes you feel scared and uncomfortable when left alone in a room and you are alone, it reminds of a kid that disappeared and left his tricycle in there. The rusty tricycles may also move by themselves and really scare somebody to the point that they want to leave. Ghosts are the classic haunted house creatures. Their white color and shape makes somebody very scared, specially when they move towards you and start grabbing you. Ghosts are creepy when seen from a far and going into a room, but when you go towards the ghost, it isn't there anymore. In general, Haunted houses need to be decorated with these items in order to appear haunted, in order to scare off people, and to fit in with the holiday.

My mom a joyful person with long black hair and the shortest. My sister tall but still shorter than our older brother long black hair. My dad tall black hair brown eyes. My little brother 5 years old short black hair and a little bit of a attitude. My older brother the one I hadn't seen in months taller than I remember and scruff on his face like he is trying to grow a beard. 

 

The food was done cooking. We had made mashpotatos, turkey, tatertot casserole which is tatertos layered with sauce and vegetarian meat cause my sister is vegetarian. We also had dessert that was pie and brownies that my sister made. After dessert we decided to play some board games. We played duos witch is like oun but a little more complicated. After the games it was later and my sister went home so we all went to bed.

 

The next day my brother had to go home and so we begone to pack his things. He didn’t bring to much but he lived pretty far so he had to leave then. He would call us with an update when he was close and again when he was home. When he did get home and called it was late so he couldn’t talk much. 

                The green leaves on the tall trees turn dark shades of red, oranges and yellows. They fall on the green grass covering the whole yard. The cool breeze of the wind flows into my window and wake me with slight chills. I begin to open my eyes to the bright light they call day; I smell the delicious scent of bacon and eggs coming from downstairs. It smells nice I thought to myself. The suddenly

 “Breakfast is ready sweetie!” My mom called from the kitchen

                I rose from my bed very quickly and scurried into the kitchen to eat some yummy food. It was chilly in the whole house, outside looked like the most beautiful thing I have ever seen. Our backyard was filled with bright red leaves and orange and even yellow ones! I heard my brother groan from his room as my mom had woken him up apparently too early. I giggled as I thought he was being ridiculous. I finished my breakfast and got a small cup of cold fresh orange juice that tasted sweet. Going on about my day, I brushed my teeth and got dressed in the most beautiful dress my mom had bought for me. It was red with splotches of yellow flowers and a pink bow behind me used as decoration. I put my white- long socks on that had a small ribbon at the top of them and then slipped on my black strapped shoes that looked like heals made for children. I bet everyone had my shoes. I was gathering my things for school, I put a red ribbon in my hair to tie my hair away from getting in my face. It was red. I liked the color red. “Kids, time for school!” my mom yelled from the front door.

                My mom drove us to school, and I saw my friends waiting for me at the front of the school. I told my mom I loved her, and I stepped out of the car while my brother pushed me to hurry up. I did not mind because he had been in a bad mood all morning. I ran to my friends and we went inside and said hello to everyone else. The rest of the day was really calm and chill. I started a countdown for Halloween and there were only 30 more days to count! Even thought it was a lot I was still excited for it to come and I thought to myself, I could get used to this any time of the year.