Roller Coasters

The neon lights blink,

confiscated cameras, dumped in the bin.

The slovenly done roller coaster stands in front of me.

I prudently step into the coffin as

the lackadaisical parents talk,

I embark on the roller coaster.

Up, up and up.

The moon is visible in the orange sky,

Conscientiously I look down;

grass that grow in profusion leak between the streets.

I depict kids dressed as witches, zombies are small dots on the littered floor below.

Up, up and up we go.

No one screams,

like a huge monster holding it's breath,

prepare for the tantrum.

My black witch dress clings on to me when the wind blows.

The audacious kid next to me is close to tears,

his vampire face, is as pale as he is.

We go up and up.

And then we fall.

The lights is one rainbow.

The cries is one roar.

The "Trick-or-treats!" that the children who pilfer candy scream is a blur.

My first roller coaster ride.

The Catcher in the Rye

Away from the noise, and the smell of grass.
Waiting for some sort of feeling,
to come rushing in and help me out the door,
to a new life.
Kicked out, game over
again, and now the hemorrhages
will kick in.

My hands are freezing, the sky purple and looks like a water color painting,
the grass is wet and slippery.
The wind is like a thousand knives piercing through,
trying to get to me.
But I'm waiting. For the good-by, for something to come.

Old Spencer is waiting, so I leave.
Wanting to leave the crazy me,
the smoking, and the skipping classes.

I'm leabing all this behind;
Ackley, Old Spencer, Stardlater, and ths dump
that my parents put me in,
like the other three schools.
My touchy parents.
My brother,
who has so much fame,
he can let them slide through his fingers
like cins.
And then there's me,
with no clothes because of the thiefs, misplaced items because of the bullies, flunked classes and moving on.

Before I Fall

In Before I Fall, Lauren Oliver creates a story about romance, friends and the thought that you can’t always turn back the clock and re-do things. It is a story about a girl called Samantha (also known as Sam) who dies in a car accident on her way to a party with her friends. She gets a second chance after she dies, seven chances to be exact, she relives her last day again and again and discovers the true value in life and the mystery that surrounds her death and finds out that there is more to life than having the best choice in everything to the cafeteria table, to best parking spots, she has her friends and a perfect boyfriend, but there is more than that to her life.

While the day is re-winding itself again and again she discovers a new crush that she never notices before, Kent. She tries to save a girl, Juliet Sykes, a girl who has trouble fitting in. As the day repeats, Sam tries over and over to protect Juliet from her unnecessary fate. Sam realizes that she is living a perfect life and but has a strained relationship with her family. She decides to spend more time with her family with the realization that any day can be her last.

She struggles with her boyfriend, being consider the popular girl, and staying friends with the popular clique—Lindsay, Ally, and Elody on top of having to help a friend from a serious situation. This story has a sense of seriousness, romance, humor, and suspense. It is a mix of everything I’ve read and keeps me reading and try find out what’s going to happen and something that’ll keep you up all night trying to finish.

My Sister

is a wave.

My sister is lightning.

My sister is a spark that never ignites.

My sister is a criminal,

my sister is a clown,

my sister is a shepherd.

My sister was there when I was embarrased.

When I was scared.

When I was lonely.

She is a timer that won't go off

She believes in being polite, she goes

on tirades at the wind.

My sister is a sophmore.

My sister is a purse that ran out of money. She drove

the shopkeepers insane.

She is a wolf

in sheep fur. She is a lion. A vulture;

a cat.

She lives,

In the mirror. With a new lip stick,

mascara. Half the bottle

of foundation.

Taught me

to respect. Because of her,

my ideas are restrained

in my own mind. Because of her I've learnt

to obey. To keep myself

limited. Because of my sister, I know how to talk back.

I know how to curse.

Because of my sister, I don't intend to

relax. Because of my sister, I starve

to live my own life.