I'm From Tennessee

I'm From Tennessee

I am from boxes with old memories filled to the rim,

Dusty and unopened.

From  Crayola and chalk

colorful sidewalks and hopscotch.

I am from the small brick house at the end of the road.

I am from towering pine trees with words carved in.

From ripe tomatoes and cucumbers from Nancy's garden.

Willows and oaks and blowing on dandelions,

My dad tells me to stop but I keep on.

I am from late thanksgiving dinners.

From Arroz con Gandules and Flan slightly burned.

I'm from Coral and Emmanuel,

From don't touch my things and don't make a mess.

I am from running after school buses,

from Polly Pockets and Play Doh.

I am from Kathy and from Nancy and Tom.

From barbecues and pools and karaoke.

I am from always fashionably late or an hour early.

From us waking up too late for church, but

Praying every night.

I am from not going outside when it's dark,

from Tom and Jerry is too violent.

And still to young for a PG-13 movie.

Lectures of Stranger Danger heard every day.

Rules fill the household.

From the mountain biking with my dad

Fireworks near the lake.

Climbing rocks and motocross.

From teaching my brother all this.

 To lay back and enjoy the view.

Teaching him to hold on and keep climbing

And never stop.

I am from the wall that borders the staircase,

filled with pictures and memories.

Vacations, family portraits.

I am from the frames above the bookshelves,

School photos.

I am from the Rivera family tree.

I am on one branch.

I am only one leaf.

But I come from and share the same trunk.



Japan disaster.

I was in my office Friday afternoon. Everyone was well into his or her work for the huge showcase on Saturday morning. It was definitely a busy day in the office. Everyone sat typing or making phone calls, there wasn't even the usual banter in the halls you would normally hear. I--a very fastidious worker--was making sure everything was perfect with my presentation; I knew this presentation was crucial for me to get my promotion.

At 2:30 I went on my break hoping to facilitate my attempts to relax and decelerate my stress. I knew the perfect way to do this too, a walk in Sendai’s park, which always did me good on a tough day like this.  It was only two blocks down from my office and it was the most capacious and peaceful park I knew.

In about ten minutes I was there and just beginning my walk. My building where my office was, stood tall above the rest, it was still in view and waiting me to come back to work. I shuddered at the thought, I needed to relax, and so I turned my back on my work and walked down the stony path. In front of me there laid trees covered with beautiful flowers and leaves, skies of perfect azure, and a pond of crystal clear water. The weather seemed perfect, slightly too perfect, in the back of my mind something was telling me the perfectness wouldn’t last.

As I turned to see the perfect park some more I realized something, the pond. The pond that usually had a copious amount of little ducks swimming around peacefully was gone today.

I didn’t have much time to think about it though because just then, sudden shaking occurred right under me. I was knocked of balance and thrown onto the warm, sweet grass, which broke my fall. The shake wasn’t a small one, like that you could compare to something you’ve felt before, it was unreal, unless you were there. It was like you were riding a rodeo bull and it was tossing you around as hard as it could, the only difference was, that you couldn’t escape the nonstop, fitful shaking, it was as if you were tied to the back and couldn’t even succumb to falling.

Around me people were yelling, screaming, and crying for help. Sounds of destruction rang in my ears until it was the only thing audible. Children around me grappled their parents and cried, as parents fell to the ground holding them. I saw buildings fall, debris fall, and the big bridge near the park crash under and trap cars and people.

I felt so useless, lying on the grass safely while others run for their lives or live terrible fates.

Suddenly I heard a terrible snapping noise coming from behind me. As I turned to see where the noise was coming from, I was hit across my face by a heavy branch that came from a big tree. The branch had been extremely large in size and heavy also. There was a pang of pain going through my whole body and then I realized it wasn’t just my face that had been hit. Then, I noticed that my lips tasted like blood and when I looked down at the grass there was a pool of blood. Seeing my own blood made me dizzy or maybe it was because I got hit across my face, but as soon as I looked down everything darkened and all I heard was yells.

I woke up the next day in a hospital. There were many injured people in the hospital as well. Adept rescue teams brought in dozens a day. So many people were hurt, in the halls people cried for lost ones, and orphans were everywhere. On the first day I came the news was on the television in my room.

"Many are dead, injured, or missing,” Said the reporter. “These numbers are expected to rise. Japan is receiving helps from many countries. President Obama says he will help the most he can, he will deploy medics, food, and other, equipment to Japan. After an 8.9 magnitude earthquake and a 23 foot Tsunami hitting Japan, he Japanese people are fighting for survival and keeping hope close.”

 

The voice trailed off as I laid my head back and closed my eyes.

Pray for Japan

Mama's Girl: Book review

Book Review

Mama’s Girl

The Title of the Memoir and the Significance of Title

      The title of the memoir is Mama’s Girl I think the significance of the title is that through most of the book Veronica Chambers (the author) had a strained relationship with her mother, but she was the only one in her family that stayed with her, at least until the mom wanted her to move out because of the disrespect she had with her new step father. But even after she moved away she had called everyday and gave her daily reports of everything that was happening around her. With these daily calls their relationship became stronger and stronger, to a point where one night the mother came over to the place Veronica was staying at just because she wasn’t sleeping because of depression.

Who is the Story About?

       This story is about Veronica Chambers. She first starts the story as a child talking about the abuse she had to go through, then as a young women going through school after school, and eventually an adult having to support her own life.

How was this Story Organized?

     This story is organized in firs person, an older person looking back on their childhood.

What did the Memoirist come to Know About Themselves?

    Veronica Chambers learned that she couldn’t control the future and only the present. She learned that when she was young her mother didn’t appreciate her, but after many years of working hard she finally got what she always wanted and found out that all this time her mom had been proud of her. And how all this time her mom always ignored her and Veronica had to fight for her attention was because the mother thought she was independent and smart and didn’t need her. So she came to know that she did need her mom’s attention. She also came to know how strong she was, to have endured everything she did the past years.

My thoughts about the Book

    The way she wrote it was very descriptive. Every line she wrote was beautiful and poetic and every person she wrote about she showed a lot of detail in a way that showed who that person was, what type of role would he play in this story, and how it effected her life. She can take any normal subject like playing double-dutch and turn into a heartbreaking story.

Lines I Loved

“Here is what I wish she knew: There is a space between the two ropes where nothing is better then being a black girl. The helix encircles you and protects you and there you are strong. I wish she’d let me show her. I could teach her how it feels.”

     “The closer you get, the less you can see. It was true of my mother. It is also true of me.”

     “I felt like I was just many dots. From a distance they blended together to make a picture-complete and whole. But up close, the dots were all disconnected…”

      “My words are meaningless. My father watched as I begged for help. My words are powerless. The little I had is gone. What I have left are new words, so I will try again to write a new story.”

     “Was I dying? Was she dying? Then my mother began to rock me, rock me like I wanted her to when I was seven and terrified of my father, when I was ten and afraid of living in a strange new apartment building, like I was fourteen and walking out of her front door.”

     “All my life, I hoped to meet someone upon whom I could unload everything. The best friend who would take my side completely. The boyfriend who would shelter and protect me. It never occurred to me that my mother was the person I wished for.”

    “I know my brother was out swimming. I know he can barely swim. I know the day is darkening on him. I know that he is sometimes tugged under because he can disappear for weeks on end. I know that he is resigned to falling. I know that he thinks he’ll survive as a ghetto merman but he is falling in. I know that oxygen is finite. I know that he may come up this time or next, but there may be a time when he does not come up at all.”

My Seven Memoirs

 My Seven Memoirs

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Tears Are Held Back

     The call came around noon; it was a sunny day in the middle of Spring Break. My sister was still in bed and my brother and I were just finishing breakfast. M mom washed dishes in the kitchen, and then suddenly we all turned when the phone rang.

     “I’ll get it.” My mom sighed as she left the sink and answered the phone nearby.

I could see her face from where I was seated, her eyes filled with worry and her voice were full of concern, I had no idea why though. She muttered some words in Spanish and hanged up. She leaned back on the dull wall behind her and sighed.

     I was going to call out to her but then I changed my mind, I waited still glaring at her.

She picked up the phone again, and turned her face away from me, so I could not see. The atmosphere changed that second. I heard more words in Spanish, but this time I understood. There has been a death.

     I ran as fast as I could past my mom and ran upstairs. The whole time I held my breath and held back ears. I didn’t wait to find out who was the person who died, I just ran.

      At the top of the steps I saw my sister. She had just woken up and was heading towards the bathroom, after I saw her walk in, I ran to the door and knocked softly, and afraid my mom would hear. I told her all what happened, I left no details out and when I was done I took a well-needed deep breath.

      There was a short pause then my sister said in her nonchalantly-slightly-annoyed voice, “Step away from the door.”

      I wanted to scream, had she not heard me, but I resist the urge and I backed away. At that time my mom was coming upstairs. She seemed like she just finished the call. She looked exhausted and stressed. “Your father and I are going to Puerto Rico this week, Titi Lily is coming to watch the three of you.”

      I sighed, inside I was heartbroken, but I knew if I showed that it would kill my mother inside. My little brother walked upstairs at that moment. “Really she’s coming! Yay!” 

       I smiled, I was so jealous of his ignorance and of his innocence, and I remembered being the youngest. No expectations or responsibility. I missed being so oblivious.

       My sister finally came out smelling like toothpaste. She pushed her way across and grumbled. Then everyone turned away and went back downstairs, except for me.

Bed Sheets

     It seems like she’s always busy with something else or someone else. I’m lucky if I can have at least two conversations a day. The type of conversations that last more then a minute long and where you actually learn something about the person. I don’t know her favorite color and I doubt she knows mine.

     When my brother was born she was juggling taking care of the house and the new baby. Friday’s game night was cancelled and she was always exhausted. Those were the days I would love to just escape from the noisy house and just climb my favorite tree and stay up there ‘till dusk.

      He’s eight now and we have a maid to do the housework. You think things would change. I made her promise to spend more time with me when we first moved. I talk to her more, but I always have to pull her away from work. I always have to fight for her attention and when I would get it, it wouldn’t be enough.

      I remember making a play one day, it took me hours. Hanging up bed sheets for curtains, getting dressed in up, rehearsing the karaoke song. And then finally I was done.

      I skipped to my mom, high expectations. She would love me, she would be so proud!  I couldn’t wait to see her face when she saw the play. I dragged her to my room, where the play was being held. Expecting applause as soon as her eyes see the stage. But instead she yells, “Paola, How could you, I’m trying to clean up!” As the words came out, she pulled the curtains of the jump rope that kept them up and tears fell to my stage floor.

Under The Earth

     We woke up early, got dresses in all black and hopped in the car. When we got to the memorial there was only a few minutes before the hearse left the memorial.

      My sister, brother, and I found our grandmother and gave her a big hug, hoping to lift her spirits up. She was crying and when she hugged me my cheek came out of the embrace all wet. I held back my tears as we all boarded the cars and followed the hearse to Mayaguez Cemeterio.

        It was a long ride to the cemetery maybe because no one was talking that it seemed so long. My eyes were glued on the hearse in front of us. You could see my grandfather’s coffin that was shoved in the back. Every time the hearse turned, the coffin still did not move, it was a still as death itself.

         The sun was shining brightly in the cemetery, by the time my mom had let us actually get out of the car, everyone outside was sweating. Gathered around the giant hole that my grandfather would be buried in was so unreal. I couldn’t imagine him actually gone, but there it we were, at his funeral.

        We said prayers and sang. Then one of the guys who worked there closed the coffin and prepared himself to lower him down. My grandmother refused, she did not want him to be sent down. She jumped on the coffin and began to sob. Watching her made my eyes water and there is no doubt it effected all of us gathered there. My dad had to pull her off the black, slick coffin. When I looked up to see him, his eyes were wet too.

    My brother who had been holding my hand the whole time let go and turned to our mom. I began to cry too. My mom took as away and forced us not to look anymore. But I still could hear. I could hear the songs everyone was singing, I could hear my grandfather being pulled into the ground, and I could hear everyone sob.

Perfect

     She remembers her mother running around the house busy and always doing work. She remembers how she would get angry at anything out of place. If you tries to fix something, she wouldn’t let you, convinced that you would do it wrong and she could do it better. She remembers thinking, just a perfectionist, but always kind at heart.

      She remembers dreaming and wishing her mom’s stress would go away, because maybe things would change. She remembers her mom calling her only a dreamer, saying that she lived in a fantasy world. But her mom didn’t know all her dreams were about her. Her dreams with her mother with arms wide opened saying those three special words t hat can make anything heal. She held her so tight, never wanting to let go, but she knew she had to wake up and it was all a dream.

      But she remembers times when just before bedtime her mother would come and sing to her and while she sang she would brush the hair out of her eyes. She remembers when her mom was done pushing her hair back, she would shake her head and let her hair fall over her eyes again, just so she can continue brushing it.

      She remembers when her mom baked Christmas cookies, how she would always critize her own cookies, but everyone else loved them. She thought they were perfect.

Spill

     I walked into the kitchen to get lunch. I grabbed a bowl and walked over o the stove. Pots and pans lined up evenly somewhere filled with rice, some with beans. I grabbed the giant spoon-looking device and used it to scoop up rice and plop it on my bowl. Then I splattered beans over the rice carefully, but not carefully enough.

     I accidently spilled some beans on the beige counter top. It wasn’t the biggest mess I ever made and of course I wouldn’t just leave it there, so I grabbed some paper towels and was about to clean up the splatter when my mom walked in the kitchen and almost had a heart attack.

     My mom always had her way of overly acting when something went wrong.

She wouldn’t give you a chance to explain and by the time the mess was cleaned up, the queen herself banished you out of her kitchen.

     I thought about saying, I’ll clean it! But why bother when I knew I wouldn’t get the chance. I accept my punishment and lived my exile from the kitchen in peace.

Invisible

      The aroma of boiled vegetables and roast beef pervade the air. The sound of a knife slicing through fresh onions and peppers that my mom had only bought yesterday lured me into the kitchen. When they were all sliced up she scraped the knife against the board and pushed the vegetables into the burning pot. Slice…Slice…Slide…Sizzle. It was the most amazing rhythm.  Once it went in the pot, smoke would rise and disappear in the air. My mother cooked like it was an art, so perfectly and passionately.

      My sister sat lazily on the old, green sofa. Her eyes were glued to the television screen, she was oblivious to anything else going on around her and maybe that’s why she didn’t notice me toddling to the kitchen where my mother was cooking.

      The kitchen was in perfect order, even when she was well into preparing the meal. There was never a splatter on the counter or a spill on the stove. Nothing was ever out of place.

        I, with wondering eyes, would stare at the giant pot, steam would race to the top and you could always hear bubbles popping inside. To me that was Pandora’s box and I was Pandora.

        The sweet smell filled my body with peaceful thoughts, like nothing could go wrong. My small hand extended itself and reached for the pot slowly, so close that my palms were already feeling the heat and burn. I expected yells, feet stomping on the ground trying to get to me on time, but no there was only silence. Except for the rhythmic knife making its way through the pepper. Finally, I stopped my hand from proceeding, only an inch or two away from Pandora’s box.

      I turned my head away from the pot and spotted my mother by the sink. The knife was still in her hand; showing no mercy on the pepper she was cutting. I skipped over to her and tugged on her pants. She looked down at me and stopped cutting but didn’t release the knife.

       My voice seemed to echo the kitchen when I asked pointing to the stove and smiling, “Can you teach me how?” 

        She dint even glance at the stove all she did was let go of the knife and pick me up saying, “No.”

            She carried me out to the living room and didn’t even seem to care that my sister hasn’t stop watching TV since she got home from school. She looked down and nodded, “Nope.”

            She said nothing else though, just nope. No “I promise you can learn later, Paola.” She hated making promises, I always remind her about them and she breaks them. At the end we both end up regretting making them.

               The odor from the kitchen pervaded the house; in a way you could not escape it. When I breathed it in, I was trapped. I was a small mouse being lured in by the smell of cheese on a mousetrap. I followed the smell to the dining room where there was an opening that revealed the inside of the kitchen.

               Inside my mom was adding spices to the mixture in the pot. I stared without movement just like my sister to the TV, but this wasn’t some dumb suspenseful show, it was real.

                She didn’t notice me peering into the kitchen. Watching her mix and boil though, I longed to be in there with her thought, Mama’s little helper, I thought, but I knew it wouldn’t happen. The aroma swirled around me, but I didn’t breath it in like I would any other day. I just put my head on my arm and watched.

Completely Outstanding

       My mother always wanted me to be able to do a back handspring like it was the most amazing thing in the world. I joined Gymnastics and Karate, and I was good. My instructors thought I had a lot of potential, but my mom was the hardest instructor to impress.

       I would do a front handspring or a kick up, but it was never enough. Until I could do something completely outstanding, like a back handspring she wouldn’t care. She would only say, “ Good job, but you can do better, you can be great.”

        I understand she didn’t want me to settle for being just good, but I needed support, I needed a sign that I improved, that I succeeded, but I never got that. For me it was always, “You have to be perfect, you have to do the stuff I couldn’t do when I was your age.”

          One day, I stuck the landing. Again and again I landed it. I could land it before, but after a while I would just lose it. But this time I had it and I didn’t lose it. My dad was so excited, even more then me. We went out to celebrate after karate and when we got home I ran to my mom’s room.

          I told her she would never believe what I could do, but she did. “Is it a back handspring finally?” But she wasn’t being serious, she was just being mean because she knew I would never be able to do it, she didn’t believe that I could. She laughed and my sister followed.

         I rolled my eyes and went to my room, just as my dad cam into his room. He must’ve heard the whole thing because as soon as he walked in I heard him say, “She did do it.” And he bent down and showed them the video that he took.  But hey still laughed like it was the funniest thing in the world. No good job though, she had been waiting for me to be able to do this for a while now and yet, no good job.

What I Believe

What I Believe

I believe even the slightest kindness

a smile, a laugh, a wave

can lighten a mood.

I believe even the ugly has

truth and beauty

hidden underneath.

I believe the whisp of a cool breeze

carries out sounds from the distant.

I believe that sunshines

isn't the only thing that brightens a day.

I believe in life

every seconds count.

I believe every rainbow

eventually disappears.

I believe flying high on a swing

let's you reach the stars.

I believe if everyone

has a secret,

then everyone should

have someone to share it with.

I believe even the messiest canvas

is still considered art.

I believe the bigger the wave

the more fun you'll have.

I believe making lemonade

 brings people together.

I believe everyday should be a mix

of those

crazy, funny, remerable moments.

I believe the sweet stuff in life

has consequences.

I believe that Narnia may not be real

but the world

is as beautiful and amazing

as you imagine it.

I believe to get the lolipop

you have to first get the shot.

I believe everything you

love, live, and long for

deserve a fighting chance.

I believe in wearing long skirts

just to

dance,

twirl, and

wirl in.

I believe fears

 should be conquered.

I believe life

is about

wondering and then wandering.

I believe some mistakes

are worth making.

I believe in jumping in the pool

on a hot summer day.

I believe in lying in the grass

just to look at the twinkling, sparkling stars.

I believe true loves kiss may not wake

an everlasting sleeper, but

it will give them a reason to wake up.

I believe listening to the sweet sound

of rain, while you sleep

is the most relaxing thing in the world.

I believe that the sunset

is the best time of the day.

I believe the unexpected

is a hundred times better

than the expected.

And I believe in trying

something new everyday,

slightly crazy, tons of fun,

worst or best idea,

just enjoy life and take the risks

that comes with it.

Skating in Pajamas

Skating in Pajamas

        It was finally Ellie's time to shine. Out in the open everyone cheering. She had been practicing for months. Listening to her coaches tips and pointers, and everytime he did she would assimilate them and try her best to follow them. There was never any dissension between her coach and her. He gave her tips and she tried her best to follow it.
        
        She remembers seeing the poster in the locker room five months ago. The poster that screamed for her to come and compete at the annual ice skating competition. She knew if she wanted to compete she would have to practice. But she never gave up. She fell many times but got up and kept skating.
      
        Ice Skating was her passion, she wasn't going to give up on it that easily. She wanted to prove to everyone that she could skate and could win. She begged her coach to help her think of a routine. After many attempts, he succumbed and helped her to train.

       The day before the competition she dreamed of skating around the cold smooth ice, everyone cheering her on while she skated and afterwards they would pick her up on their shoulders, they lionized her, until she woke up to find her brother screaming at her. "It's late, you're late, Get up!"
      
       She ran out the door still in her Pajamas out into the dark, cloudy morning. She rushed in her car and drove off. Yesterday she had put her skates and outfit in the back seat, so she would not forget. Looking back at it, she's glad she did. "I can make it if I hurry, I can do this."

       She could've...But there was traffic on the highway, too much traffic. She thought that there was probally a little accident, blocking a lane or two, but instead it turned out to be a calamity blocking all the lanes. No one could get through. There was a big- ramp-looking tow truck blocking everyone. She was frantic. She knew if she didn't make it she would regret it forever. Her routine was perfect, the song choice was perfect, She deserved a chance and she knew it.
 
       It was unbearable for her to wait in the car, the traffic was not progressing, the radio was playing bad music again, and the rain was pounding so hard on the windows she couldn't even think. So she took a risk. She drove straight for the big-ramp-looking tow truck, and well...used it as a ramp. The car shot through the sky, nearly hitting electric wires as it flew. Birds that were perched upon the wires flew away scared. And then the car came down, the people outside in the highway were screaming, the people inside the cars were screaming, and you could bet Ellie was screaming too.
      
        The car landed with a thud. Ellie wasn't hurt but she was shaken. "I can't believe I just did that! It was...Amazing!" Unfortunetly for Ellie, Her car didn't survive the crash, it wouldn't turn on again. She knew she didn't come all this way for nothing, so she grabbed her skates, opened the door, and began to run through the rain in her pajamas. Meticulous not to drop her skates or step in any puddles.
     
          It took about twenty minutes for Ellie to arrive at the Ice Arena. When she did she knew she would have to explain to the secruity guard who she was and why she was late. She could deal with that, but when the guard saw her, he screamed, like a little girl who just found out the truth about Santa, and also he fainted. Ellie would have loved to help him, but she was to busy searching his pockets for the keys to the door. When she found them she opened the door and threw the keys on his big, fat, jiggling belly.

         She ran to the locker room to change out of her pajamas and into her beautiful, expensive outfit she bought just for this event. But when she looked down she realized it was back on the highway, in her car, two miles away. She nearly pulled the blades of her skates, but then she heard her name being announced. It was her turn. It was her time to shine.

           She turned around and ran to the ice. Ellie skated into the center of the arena and struck her starting pose. As soon as she did she was laughed at by the thousands that were in the bleachers. Her face turned hot, but when the music started she began to skate. The crowd silenced when she did. They were silent until the very end. Then they clapped and cheered. They threw roses and teddy bears. She was applauded. They lionized her. And for the first time today, she was happy. Then a whole group of people came to grab her and put her on their shoulders just like in her dream, but instead those people were the police and the security guard from outside. And they didn't look so happy.

Daniel the mailman and the Two Dancing Dwarfs

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Daniel the Mailman
and the Two Dancing Dwarfs

     "So what exactly happened? Start from the beggining, don't leave anything out." The detective interrogated Daniel, Vigan,and Saad in a dark room, the only light was the bright light shining in the middle of Daniel's face, making each of their palms sweat nervously. The heat from the light sweltered all three of them making them very uncomfortable.
     Saad was the first one to talk. "We don't know anything!"
     The detective's dark grimace gave each of them goosebumps, but they said nothing. "My sources tell me all of you were accused of vandilizing school property, caused a calamity in your school, and worst of all you started the most bizarre dance party I ever heard of. So it seems you do know something, the question is, who will speak up first?"
     This time it was Vigan who spoke up. "You have no proof!" He yelled at the detective so loud any regular person would lean back  startled, but not Detective Budd. Detective Budd was the best detective in all of Central America, no one ever had scared him or has left a case with him without spilling something about there crime. 
     "Your name is Vigan right?" He said looking at his clipboard to be sure. "You like video games Vigan?"
      Vigan didn't apprehend where he was going with this, but he nodded.
     "Good Good." He said with a sly smile on his face. "Well, you wouldn't want anything to happen to your precious Black Ops game now would you?" 
      To Saad and Daniel it was imminent that Vigan was going to freak out and tell the detective everything. But what actually happened was way more bizarre. Vigan started to growl louder and louder by the second, then Boom! He jumped of out of his seat breaking the shackles of his hands, and jumped on the detective and began to punch and kick like a little kid. And the whole time he was yelling "Black Ops!" 
     Daniel and Saad would've laughed any other day, but today they knew if they did anything else wrong they could be arraigned or who knows what else. Vigan was still yelling and fighting, when the backup came in, grabbed Vigan and strapped him on the chair in shackles once again.
     The backup finally left and the detective got back to work.
Same expression hasn't changed, not even when Vigan jumped on him. The only thing that changed was now he was more meticulous about what he asked. "No more games, you tell me the truth or you will be prosecuted...to the worst place you can imagine...Detention!" Vigan, Daniel, and Saad looked at eachother.
     Daniel spoke up this time, feeling it was his turn to take a risk. "I will tell you what happened."
     The detective smiled, leaned back in his chair, and prepared to assimilate all the information he could.

    "January 25 started out as a normal day for most kids, Most kids went to class on time, spoke to their friends just like a normal day, Most kids, but not us.
     Saad, Vigan, and I wanted to leave Mrs. Meadows' class in total anarchy."
              "And why was that? What did she do for her to deserve this?" The detective asked writing everything down in a little notepad he had.
     "Umm...I don't know, we just wanted to."
     "Ok...go on then"
     "So, we started a conspiracy against Mrs. Meadows' whole class. We planned it for weeks, and finally the day cam to strike.
      In C period everyone came in and started to work on the Wordly Wise. At 10:30 sharp I knocked on the door of Mrs. Meadows' classroom."
     "My sources say you were dressed as a-" The detective asked with a big gri on his face."
     "Mailman? Yes I was, you can blame Vigan for that. That is the only part where our plan showed a bit of dissension. Anyways, so I knocked on the door dressed as a mailman and I talk to Mrs. Meadows. I was keeping her busy, because at any moment Vigan and Saad were supposed to Break down the windows and begin to dance."
     "Dance?" Detective Budd asked looking at Vigan and Saad shamefully.
     "Yes." Daniel said in a small voice.
     "That was Daniel's idea!" Saad yelled.
     "Ok..." Budd said questioning there common sense. "Continue please."
     "When they did, when they kicked through the window, landed on the table, and started to dance, I followed our plan. I turned on the CD player that I stationed outside before I knocked  on  Mrs. Meadows' door and turned the volume all the way up,then I hoped on the table and started to dance too."
      "How did the students respond at first?" Asked Budd.
      "At first they were confused and then they lionized me, because i was such a great dancer." Saad said at first.
      "They wern't lionizing you, they were at me though." Said Vigan.
       "Hello, guys?" Budd asked.
      "They were lionizing me obviously." Said Daniel.
       Vigan and Saad looked at eachother and laughed. "You? HAHA!"
       All of a sudden Bud made a noise that shocked all three of them. The most frightening noise anyone could ever hear, and a noise that still haunts them now. He laughed.
       Everyone was silent except Budd as he continued to laugh. "Why are you torturing us?" Daniel screamed longing to cover his ears, but could not because of the shackles around his wrists. Minutes elapsed as Budd tried to calm down.
       "Ok...ok sorry about that continue."
       Daniel was hesitant to continue, but he did. "The music was so loud it could probally be heard from the highschoolDaniel was hesitant to continue, but he did. "The music was so loud it could probally be heard from the highschool building, so surely Mrs. Sosa heard from her office. She came and apprehended us, when she saw the broken windows she decided to call the police and so here we are."
        Budd laughed again. "Ok nice story. Now what really happened."