journal #7

Ivette and Arnold drove to the grocery store. On there way there, the
drive was quite. Lately the tension between them had increased. As
they drove into the parking lot. They glanced at each other very
quickly as they walked into the store. Arnold would get the can goods,
as Ivette got the box goods, but they both agreed to to meet in the
fruit section after they were done. Ivette beat him there, she was
looking for a ripped watermelon. When Arnold came over to see what
watermelon she had pick, he didn't like it, it looked rotten. "eww,
why that one, it's disgusting".
"it's fine, don't make such a big deal, Arnold". She says with a
confused look on her face.
" because I'm the one who has to eat it, not you and I don't want to
eat old, rotten fruit". "Arnold why do you make such a big out of it,
your always criticizing." says Ivette with an attitude. " I'm tired of
the same old watermelon that you pick all the time. They are old and I
think we need to pick a new one." Arnold takes a banana, peels it
open, takes a bite and walks away.

5 sentence journal #6

Marvin had an unhappy childhood, he cried him self to sleep every night. He was the eldest of 13 and always had to take care of his younger siblings. He father left when he was 6 and his mother was an alcoholic who was addicted to heroin. He had to provide for everyone and had a job by the age 13; he had to look out for his mother while making sure his siblings ate, got good grades and stayed in school. He never had a chance to do any of the things other kids his age did because he was literally an adult by the age of 14, he didn’t know who to turn to for help if anyone found out they would call AC and put his mom in jail.

intruder/victim journal#5

Sweat poring of my face, my stomach turns and my body goes numb. Does he know I’m in here? How did he get the keys to my house? what if he tries to kill me?, didn’t anyone see him break in here?. I can’t believe this is happening why doesn’t anyone call the cops? Oh my god he's near the door I can see his shadow is he going to keep walking past? What the hell is he looking for? why doesn’t he just leave?.Phew he walked past maybe I’m in the clear? If I can just run down stairs and reach the phone before he notices will be fine. Maybe I just should run for help. I think that what ill do.shit, was I talking out loud? He’s near the door again did he hear me? The door knob is moving it’s now or never. I’m bracing myself with my broom at hand. The door opens I charge forward screaming at the top of my lungs...I blacked out

journal#4

As mike walked to his car he couldn’t help but think he forgot something but decided it wasn’t important because he couldn’t remember. After a few blocks he realized he forgot his briefcase. As he made a u-turn toward his house he had an uneasy feeling about it. A few minutes later he walked into his home a realized there where plates on his sink and beer cans on the fridge. He thought to himself "Ashley doesn’t drink beer what the hell is going on I though she was in bed”. He walked up the stairs and opened the door. Ashley was in bed with another man as he stood there in disbelief, watching them frolic about his face got red and he could feel the heat boiling from the top of his head. She looked up and saw mike standing there with tears in his eyes. Before he could say anything he let out a flurry of words…

slow motin journal#1

Mike was speeding down a one way street in his luxurious maserati. It was about three in the morning and he and a couple of his boys where on the way home from the club. He couldn’t believe how smacked he was. He had drank and smoked before but this was another level. as he speed down the alley way with his boys in the remaining seats with bottles at hand. He was having a good time mackin with his boys, so that was enough. he didn’t know where he was going  . he looked up and saw he reaching the end of the street. Looking at the road it seemed as if everything was going in slow motion. This led him to; press harder on the gas pedal not realizing he was already up to 150 miles per hour. A little further up it looked like a clouded image of a brick wall but he didn’t pay it much mind. As he got closer the shady image came to form .panicking he pressed harder on the gas pedal not realizing it wasn’t the brake. It seemed as if his life was flashing before his eyes. In the backseat Tyron and Sean looked up to see what he was s creaming about. They dropped the bottles in panic. Their eyes got wide and told him to hit the brakes, but he was in shock he couldn’t move. Just before they hit the wall Tyron leaned forward pulled the emergency brake and using his left foot to kick mikes off the brake and his right to slam the brake. The car went into a screeching halt.

Flashback journal#2

Elijah Herbert

March 5th, 2011

Flashback journal #2

George and Mary where sitting down eating pizza at chucky cheeses. Their son Thomas was enjoying the company of his classmates with all the birthday festivities going around. It was this 8th birthday and so far it couldn’t have been any better. He was having fun with friends, eating pizza, and most of all this parents where together again. As he reached the slide he tried to remember why they hadn’t been for some time now and he really couldn’t understand why. The though back to last summer when his mother left. She told him she needed a few days off and that she was going to a retreat, where they’d pamper and relax her. Her exact words where “I’m going to be a new me ".The days turned into weeks and the weeks turned into months. Thomas would run home everyday to see if his mom came back but she never did. He began to ask his dad why and all he told him was it was complicated. He had so many questions for her... why did you leave? why did you lie to me ? Where have you been? why won’t you come home?...just then a bunch of kids flew down the slide Thomas was knocked to the bottom and the ids piled up.

journal #3

Elijah Herbert

March 5^th 2011

Journal # 3

The next night I walked in after a late day at work. I set my bag down a turned on the light. It was about 1 am, I couldn’t believe my supervisor had asked me to work overtime again then he has the nerve to tell that he’ll pay me half now and half later. What an asshole. It was the second time this week. I knew Jessica was probably in bed already and left my dinner in the microwave. As I went into the refrigerator and pulled a six pack from the fridge I heard a shuffling noise upstairs. I figured it was her moving around. I pulled my dinner out of the microwave and saw that it was still warm; she must have reheated it not long before I got in. I grab the food and the beer and plop down on the couch. I put the fork to my mouth and suddenly I feel a Sharpe blade near my throat. I shifted my eyes to see who it was and saw it was Jessica.

“Honey what are you doing" I said

"That’s exactly the same question I was about to ask you " she said in a rather calm voice

"I-I-Im eating" in a nervous voice

“Can you put the knife down I case you didn’t notice it’s near my throat?”

“No, don’t give me that sarcastic tone of voice, you think I wouldn’t know" she said in a menacing voice

“Know what?"

“Thomas don’t play dumb I know your cheating on me "she said

“Cheating Me never...”

"I don’t want to hear another word out of you for the rest of the night, and don’t even think your coming upstairs you’re sleeping down here" she yelled

I broke into a cold sweat wiping my head but no moister was on it.

My stomach was turning, and my mind was spinning, I can’t believe she just did that to me ...put a knife to my throat!?!?!

All the sudden everything turned black.