Confession Tuesday
     "Who made you in
     charge of my Life"                  
 

                     I'm so tired of people who think they rule every one's life! There's several people that I know that  just think if they say "I want this to stop now," that the whole world will stop and worship the ground they walk on. But news flash, no one does that. They think so much of themselves, they think there better than everyone else, but truthfully there just other people.

                   One girl that I used to know was (unfortunately) in charge of a group of people, and I was in that group. She was exactly the kind of person who I described in the first paragraph. She was so bossy telling us what to do, and every tiny thing we did wrong, she yelled at us like we just caused the world's population to explode. If we didn't listen to her, she would go on a tirade, telling us how she's in charge and how it's such an honor, and how if we don't listen to her we will make the world's population explode. The point of the group was to have fun, but we did more arguing with that girl then have fun.

                 I always try to steer clear of those people but recently they've been coming to me instead. I'm sure I'm not the only person that dislikes these people's personalities, but for now we really can't do anything. This confession is about me disliking certain people.



PRESCHOOL DAYS

      Before we graduated from preschool we had to have this whole ceremony. In the ceremony we sang songs about our preschool days and we say bye to our friends and teachers. We had to stand on some bleachers on the stage, and to do that we had to get in alphabetical order. I hated alphabetical order so much, because every time we went in that order I get placed right next to these two boys who honestly were really annoying.
          They were always bugging me by pulling my hair, calling me these strange names that made no sense, and they were constantly poking me on my arm. They haunted me every time someone said alphabetical order.
            We practiced many times for the ceremony,  but the last dress rehearsal we had they sang off key and as loud as possible. And since they love to bug me, they came really close and sang right in my ears. They impelled me to scream and fall to the ground. For some weird reason the teacher got mad at me. Usually she was an affable person, but today she was irascible. I told her I would apologize but she wasn't done with me yet. She was on an interminable tirade. I still abhor those two guys for getting me in trouble, and unfortunately in a tremulous voice I had to apologize.

You Are And Always will Be...

POETRY FRIDAY

You Are And Always will Be...

The person I admire,

So strong, So brave.

When I was little

you were my-

superman. You were so heroic

you saved me.

Everything you did

made me love you more and more.

You are the most kindest

giving man I know.

So strong, So brave.

When the neighbors house

went up in flames.

Everyone saw you running

towards the house with a hose.

But I, I looked up and saw

saw a hero risking his life for a family

he barely knew.

He was my hero.

But you passed the boundaries

of bravery and stupidity.

Bravery is when you saved

the family.

Stupidity is what you did recently

that could've cost you your life.

I know you didn't want help,

but you needed it.

You never have to mask

your pain with bravery for me.

But now, now it's fatal.

I can't imagine my superman

on a hospital bed...dying.

It's unreal, untruthful, unimaginable.

So strong, So brave

you survived the surgery.

But the superman I knew

that ran at six A.M.,

down a mountain,

selling and feeding animals, is

still in you, yes,

but now,

now you aren't running down the mountain,

instead you're rolling down

on your wheel chair.



The "X" is back!

The "X" Is Back!

-Paola C. Rivera

      I signed onto facebook yesterday, thinking it was going to be a regular day, where I get home from school, watch TV, do my homework and then go talk to my friends on facebook. That day I had One friend request, one message, and a couple of notifications that I never got to read.

      I started by opening my friend request and I was shocked, Calvin...

      Calvin was my X-boyfriend, but after I broke up with him, we stopped talking like we used too. I regretted breaking up with him ever since. I was glad he decided to add me, but like I said before we haven't talked since the breakup, so it shocked me.

      I decided to add him, after all he was really nice and funny. So after I added him I went to my messages, and again I froze in my place...Calvin again.

             "Hey, what's up! I miss you, School's not the same without you so how's Panama?"

I wrote back:

"Panama's nice, and I'm not really doing anything, just talking to you and doing some homework."

It only took him a few seconds to write back.

"Oh, crap I have homework, but I won't do it since I'm talking to you.

               I hate when he makes me blush, But I kept writing, we ended up writing for about an hour, Until he finally had to go, and I signed off forgetting all my friends that started talking to me and I didn't even answer them, and forgetting the notifications I never got to open.

Innocent Kids, Cold-Blooded Parents

     

Innocent Kids,

Cold-Blooded Parents.

     "They used to be affable to each other, but now all they do is fight." Have you ever heard a kid say that? When parents fight they sometimes bring the kids into the fight by accident or on purpose. To the parents who do it on purpose than I abhor you. It's normal for parents to fight, but has anyone thought of the child in the next room crying to himself and praying and entreating that one day his/hers family will be a peaceful one.

     The words that the parents yell and scream to one another haunt the child forever. "Leave, get out! Divorce." If you have ever seen a kid listening to their parents fight or has ever seen a kid after their parents fight it's truly heart breaking.

     One kid who lives in my neighborhood, has been through it all and more. He has been left despondent by his father and one day he confided in me and told me the story in a tremulous voice that added sorrow to his story.

     I was left shocked, but unfortunately I will not tell you this story.

           1. It's extremely personnel

         

           2. It's an interminable, profound, and sad story.

           3. The Anonymous boy confided in me and trusted me, and I don't think he'll be to happy if most of the eight grade knows.

     But I will tell you this the parents of the boy divorced about 2 weeks ago. The father moved from the house, but didn't leave the neighborhood. The dad is currently my neighbor. The anonymous boy avoids his dad, but if he ever has to deliver a message or any other thing, he would knock on the door and refuse to come in. Unlike his brothers who come in whenever they want, like it's their second home.

    The anonymous boy describes his father as an irascible, always grumpy and yelling man. What the dad has done has impelled the boy to fear and hate him.

    

      Why do parents bring their kids into the fight and drama when they know it will haunt and scar them?

Confession Tuesday

Birds have feathers, I have secrets.

     Ah, secrets, it's what brings us together and what tears us apart. It has the power to break a whole relationship and if you hold it to long it could break you. Everyone has a secret, but a lot of people handle it differently. You can keep it and wait until you blow and tell everyone accidentally or you can tell everyone and don't care about it. I am the kind of person that doesn't mind telling teeny-ity-bity secrets, but when it comes to the HUGE, LIFE THREATENING SECRETS I shut my mouth.

             Birds have feathers, I have secrets. It comes naturally to me. Nor friends nor family have ever heard my HUGE, LIFE THREATENING SECRETS and nor will they ever. If my friends and me play a game where you must say a big secret than I will say a small one and say it's my only big one that I can remember.

     No one knows...

                                             Fourth of  July  
              Ends With a Bang!


   In this memoir I realize that when you play with fireworks you're gonna get burned and that you should really think before you act.

    It was fourth of July and if you lived in Tennessee at the time you would know that every year the neighbors, friends, and family come out onto the streets and have a huge celebration. I'm telling you, you had to be there. Around lunch time we would all go out while the men barbecue, and the ladies gossip about there lives, and the kids chase each other and play all sorts of games.
   July fourth was a time to reunite with all friends and just relax. The kids did this parade with their bikes where you decorated the bikes with ribbons and American Flags and you would ride all around the neighborhood all together in a big parade. After the parade we would stuff ourselves with hot dogs and hamburgers and when it get dark we would bring out the fireworks.
    Sparklers for the kids and The big fireworks for the men. After the sparklers went out we sat down on the curb about ten yards away from where the men were lighting the fireworks, and watched the fireworks the adults have prepared. I loved the idea of the fourth of July, but being the young, restless,and adventurous girl that I am, I wanted to be closer to the explosions.
    The idea of lighting the firework, running away, and then watching it exploded from a closer view was simply a lot more exciting then being on the curb, on the sidelines, away from the excitement. So when no one was watching I inched closer, My dad lit it, I watched next to him but he didn't see me until he turned around to run and tripped, but he was resilient and stood up quickly grabbing me and running. We both got slightly hurt, but mostly from falling to the ground.

Stormed by Storms

        Created by: Paola C. Rivera

                                    The fights we fought,

The lies we taught.

When the stormy yells

Could be heard everywhere.

No one was safe.

We say our apologies

And all is fine.

But there is still tension that triumphs 

and sorrow that lingers,

In the puddles left behind

 From the storm.

Those tears are brought up to the sky

Of our self conscious,

And a single disagreement will set of the storm,

And we fight again and again.

We cry again and again.

The clouds gather

The sky darkens.

Everyone pulls out there umbrellas for

                                                Shelter,

                                                Warmth,

                                                Protection.

                                               But I-

I have no umbrella.

I’m out in the opened while

 Mother Lightning and Daddy Thunder

Fight and Grumble.

I’m there, first victim.

The lightning Flashes.

The thunder Crashes.

And our relationship

Forever burns into ashes.

                                                             

     Wordly Wise

      Wednesday

                                        1100 Reel Foot Circle

                                             Nashville, TN

                                           

                                             September 8, 2010

Dear Christian,

       It is imperative for me to write this letter to you, because my heart has been guilty for almost six years. I have to make sure what happened that day will not recur in either both of our lives.What I did that day was not only spontaneous but extremely stupid. And as much as I wish I could take it back and how much I cried that day and many days after, I can't, and nor will I ever.

       When I left Tennessee I knew it would be the last time my sister and I saw, and perhaps even spoke to you, but that day it seemed like you didn't. We needed a ride to the airport and your parents quickly volunteered to drive us there. The two cars (small, little cars) were packed up tight, and in the end, one kid had to go alone with my dad, your dad, my mom and my little brother, while the other two kids got the opportunity to ride together for the last time. It was your choice really, I admit it wasn't easy to chose between your friends, and who you would spend the last few moments with, but I was still mad with the outcome. My sister hardly spent time with you, she didn't like going outside and riding our bikes in circles like we did, she didn't enjoy the same things we did, she wasn't there for you like I was, but you chose her.

       I don't think you realize what that day did to me. I don't think you saw how my dad had to pick me up and drag me to the car because i didn't want to leave you. I had to say bye to all my best friends that day and then another friend chose my sister over me. I conjectured that I did something wrong and I messed up our friendship. I cried all the way to the airport. And when I got out of the car I couldn't even look you or my sister in the eyes. I didn't say bye to you, nor will i ever get to.

      The purpose of this letter was to modify my guilt and sadness of that day.
            
                                                                                      Sincerely,
                                                                                          Paola C. Rivera

                                                                        

Lying at my Best Friends

Confession Tuesday

Lying at my Best Friends

By: Paola C. Rivera

     Everyday I sign onto facebook, hoping to see my friends from Florida are online (even though I don't know what the point is, they say the same thing every time.

Paola!!!

Hey, guys!

I miss you, Paola, Come back?!?

      Everyday since I got on that plane, they have been saying that to me. At first it was okay, because when they said I miss you, come back, I could always answer them truthfully. But, now I don't know what to say, if I tell the truth I will break their hearts, But if I lie I will break mine.

Come Back, Paola!?!

The words echoed in my head. Even though everytime they ask me this, I lie and BREAK MY HEART. I know if I say the truth I will have to deal with the response, Why, Paola?

So I lied again...A tear running down my face.

I want to come back too, guys. 

   The words unwritten are trapped in my mind once again.

We drifted away, I'm sorry.

  This are the words I will never say.

Anonymous

I'm a shy person, when it comes to asking questions. Teachers especially , when you need something or don't understand something and you have to ask the teacher, I wouldn't. I would always turn around and whisper to my friend and if I couldn't I would stay quiet and just try (and fail.)

When I first came to fifth grade, I still had the same problem, but my teacher had a solution. She would play this game with the class where everyone scanned there classwork or/and homework before they did it. After we all finished scanning it, she would pass out post-its to the whole class. Everyone would write down a question, and if they didn't have a question, they would draw a smiley face on the post-it. After we all had a question down (or a smiley face) she drew a target on the white board and we all crumbled up the post-its and threw it as hard as we could to the target.

She picked up all the post-its and put it into a basket. Then she went around the room and all the students pulled out a post-it. And one by one she answered the question.