Wednesday, December 3, 2008

Little and Alive

this is about my little sister

the first girl on the bottom left is my sister


she is little and alive
that little girl
little and alive
she sees the world
little and alive
she cries to me
little and alive
she cares about me
little and alive
we shout and play
little and alive
we have a great day
little and alive
she goes to sleep
little and alive
in her dreams she creeps
little and alive
she wakes up again
little and alive
she has a smile then
little and alive
we still like to play
little and alive
we have another great day
little and alive
it goes on and on
little and alive
our friendship is never gone

A Little Bit of Sunshine


this is a poem about my brother not a boy i have a crush on

my dad and my brother


the sky is gray

my heart is gray

i am just so sad today

if just a little bit of sun whould shine down in my heart


nobody is here

nobody is there

nobody realy cares

if just a little bit of sun whould shine down in my heart


i feel all dark and gloomy

i'm also kind of moody

i need somone to cheer me up

then suddenly he comes

his smile lights up the room

his eyes are green not blue

his blond hair shines

in the little bit of sunshine

Tuesday, November 25, 2008

The Held Back Blues

This is dedicated to the girls of my class that i was in my 2nd year of sixth grade who made me feel welcome even though i was held back.

Aviva K., Ariana K., Alexa W., Chana J., Sade C. , Galen L., Charlotte H., and Elinor P.

As well as my ninth grade class
Aviva K., Ariana K., Alexa W., Chana J., Sade C., and Karmit S.

from left to right
Ariana K., Sade C, Alexa W., Our teacher Mrs. David, Chana J., Charlotte H., Aviva K., Me Leah F.


Thanks guys



I am a fifteen ninth grade girl. Why am i still in ninth grade? Well in sixth grade i was held back. if your wondering why i would admit such a thing, its to show the world that just because people are held back does not mean they are stupid. I was a year behind in education because my old school was. so i was held back a grade. I'm not proud of it and I'm certanly not stupid. if i was stupid i would not have this blog. i would be failing math, which is one of my best subgects. (I usualy get As. So I'm writing this to defend all the people in the world who are held back. people need to stop putting it in movies and T.V. shows that being held back is onley because your dumb. I'm certanly not dumb. I've won a library aword twice, won an in class poetry contest, won a jabberblabber art contest, and I am currently reading 4 books. so if you saw all those stupid T.V. shows and all those kids held back are stupid. dont think that. look at me,i own a blog full of storys and essays, get As in math, and reads 24/7. so if you ever see a held back kid, dont suspect the worse.

Thursday, November 20, 2008

The Wedding Dress Paid by the Dead

This is a story that shows that miracles still happen today. I have the privilege of knowing the woman who this happened to, She is my aunt and the grandmother is my great grandmother therefore I know for a fact that this story is true.
Since Debbie was little her grandmother told her that when she got married she would pay for the wedding dress. Sadly her grandmother pasted before Debbie got married. Eventually Debbie got engaged but her grandmother was no longer around to pay for the dress. But then a miracle happened. Her grandmother always gave her Israeli bonds and recently they were due so she had all this money that her grandmother gave her. The money was actually enough to pay for the wedding dress. So that is how the dress got paid for from her grandmother, who was dead.

Wednesday, November 19, 2008

The Walks with Granny

My name is Annabella. I am 15 years old and when I was about eight I lost my grandmother. I did not think about it at the time. I mean everyone dies eventually and she was very old. I guess I did not understand then but now I do and the pain is even greater because I did not understand then.
I take a walk down the street. When I was younger my granny used to take these walks with me. She’d point out houses she liked and we’d talk. We usually ended up in the park and my grandmother used to buy me ice cream from the ice cream truck. She always told me to get whatever I wanted. I usually got one of those ice creams on the sticks that were covered in chocolate. The chocolate part used to get all over me and my granny would laugh and take my picture. Then we’d play in the park and walk home laughing.
As I walked past one of the houses that my granny always liked I took out a digital camera and snapped a picture of it. It was a big house with lots of windows and a balcony. It seemed pretty Victorian. I guess that could have been why granny liked it. She loved Victorian things
I ended up at the park. The same one I used to go to with my granny. I took out my digital camera again and snapped a picture of the park. The ice cream truck was there. I snapped a picture of it and then headed over and bought one of those ice creams that granny used to get me. I opened my wallet to pay the man and I see the picture of me in the park when I was little. Chocolate was all over my face and in my hand was the stick from the ice cream. I bought the ice cream and sat on a bench. I took out my camera and took a picture of it. Then I started eating it. The first bite of it made me kind of sad and gave me pain. I can’t explain it. It was a good kind of pain. When I finished I took out my camera and snapped a picture of myself. I was not covered in chocolate and my face did not look as happy as before. Suddenly I started crying. I don’t know why I just did. It was kind of a silent cry. But tears were coming out of my eyes. I must have looked a sight.
I imagined having a conversation with my granny. “Why are you crying?” She asked. “I don’t know,” I said, “because I miss you I guess.” “Don’t worry I’m in a better place now. A place where I can always keep my eyes on you. You are growing into a very beautiful young lady.” She answered me. She smiled. “But when you died it was like I did not even care.” I protested. “You were young. You did not understand.” She said
I left the park with a smile on my face I felt like I was a little girl again and next to me was my granny. She had her arm around me and was laughing. “I’ll always be here for you. No matter what.” She said. “I know” I answered and I walked down the street laughing just like I used to.

Living in Fear

her is an essay i wrote for school about my anxiety disorder
i hope you enjoy it
and who knows you might even learn somthing
Do you know what it’s like to live every second in fear? To keep turning around in case someone is following you everywhere at night? I do. I have an Anxiety Disorder. When I tell people this they usually don’t know what this means. Well everyone has fears which are also known as anxiety. An Anxiety Disorder pretty much means that I get scared pretty easily. Sometimes people tell me that I don’t look like I would be scared easily, but I guess that’s what they mean by looks can be deceiving. There is no cure for this disorder but there are pills I take to lower the amount anxiety I have. When I go off the pills for two days I usually get extra scared and can’t do anything because I’m too scared to. I usually skip the pill once a week.
Occasionally I go to a therapist who asks me questions on how my life is going. This helps him to prescribe my pills. He asks things like “Am I sleeping well”, “Do I feel tired a lot”, and anything else that could be a side effect. I have taken many different pills, some for my A.D.D., which is another story, and some for my Anxiety Disorder. Sometimes the pills I take don’t have a very good affect on me and I’ll have terrible side effects. From one pill my hands shook all the time. Another pill made me lose my temper really easily. Now I take Luvox.
My parents help me in different ways. They are always there for me when I need to talk about my crazy, strange fears. My parents usually help convince me that everything is going to be all right. They also keep me away from the creepy things in my life. For an example, scary movies, if my mother thinks that something’s might scare me she won’t let me see it. My dad is usually the one who takes me to therapy. He’s the one who talk to the therapist when I leave the room. My parents help me get over my fears. I remember once I got scared of going on a plane even though I was on one since I was a baby. Well I had to go visit my grandparents for Passover, and to do that I had to take a plane. Well my mom helped on the plane by giving me different surprises during the trip.
Sometimes my Anxiety Disorder gets out of control. There was one time I would not wear any of my cloths that touched my “My Size Dancing Barbie”, because I had a bad dream about it. I got over that fear luckily. Occasionally I have an anxiety attack. I can’t really explain those, but I’ll try. If I see or hear something that really scares me I will sometimes get an anxiety attack. I can’t explain the feeling, but it’s not a very good one. This happened a few times to me, and I don’t enjoy it.
Sometimes my disorder could be a good thing. I could be more cautious than most people because I’d be too scared to do things that might end up dangerous. I won’t ever take drugs or smoke, because I’d be too scared. Also when I face a fear it’s the best feeling in the world. It feels like I got straight A’s or I won the lottery. It’s the most amazing feeling ever.
It’s not all good though. For other people it might be annoying. They have to be really careful of what they say or do in front of me. If they want to tell a ghost story I usually have to leave the room. That makes me feel upset because I usually want to keep hanging out with my friends. Sometimes it’s really hard to be social and have fun at the same time. Like in Six flags, I didn’t go on many rides because I was too scared, while my friends went on practically every ride in the amusement park.
Recently I went to a gymnasium and there were a lot of things that were high and things that looked scary to me. At first I ran to a rock climbing wall that they had. I got all harnessed up and I started climbing. I was practically two feet off the ground when I got freaked out and I came down. When I left the wall I looked at everything and everything looked creepy to me. Eventually I built up some confidence and tried a few things. It felt great, and I had an awesome time, but just because I faced a few fears it doesn’t mean I am cured. I still will freak out easily.
It’s kind of hard living like this. Being afraid of everything, but I guess there are worse problems in the world. So if you ever meet a girl like me you should know a few things. One; be careful what you say. Two; be careful what you do. Three; treat them normally because everyone has a problem and even though we’re pretty much scardy cats, we still have other feelings besides fear.

My Mermaid Tail

here is my first post of one of my storys
it was a short story for school enjoy
It all started when I was watching T.V. in my house in Florida. A commercial came on for a concert for my one of my favorite singes, Taylor Swift. I just had to go. I went into the kitchen where my mom was cooking dinner. The answer she gave me when I asked her was probably the start of this whole thing. She said “Seafoam, if you really want to go to this concert you’ll have to pay for this ticket yourself.” I ran upstairs to count my money when I realized I spent most of it on a cool new outfit and a new CD. I only had thirty dollars. I quickly went on the internet to see how much money the tickets were. That’s when I relized that if I really wanted to go and get a good seat I’d need one hundred and eighty seven dollars. I was totally bummed. The next day at school everyone was talking about the concert. My best friend Alex, who was also a huge fan of Taylor Swift, got a front row seat from her grandparents for an early birthday present. “I’m sure they’ll be some way you could go. After all this is Taylor Swift we’re talking about.” “I hope your right. I’d do anything for these tickets.” When I got home I turned on the T.V. Suddenly a news bulletin came on. “We interrupt this program with an urgent message,” said the news reporter, “Mermaids have been spotted at a Sandy Atlantis beach. Anyone who is able to capture one of these fish creatures will be rewarded with one million dollars. Just call the number at the bottom of the screen. Here is a picture of a mermaid taken by the people who have spotted them.” There was a pause as a picture popped up of a teenage girl and boy sitting near the water. They looked pretty normal. The girl wore a pick bikini top and the boy had on a green and blue striped t-shirt. The only thing that was different was the fact that where their legs should there were greenish bluish tails. The strange thing was that the teenagers looked kind of familiar. Well at the girl did. I looked a little closer and suddenly I saw it. Her face was pretty much the same as my face. We both had greenish grayish eyes, blond hair, pale skin, and oval face. The weird thing was the tail. I felt like I saw it before. I was suddenly interrupted by the T.V.”Thank you and now back to the program.” And that’s how it all started, that’s how I realized I believed that mermaids really existed. I quickly wrote down the number that I saw on the bottom of the screen. If I found and captured a mermaid and claim that money not only will I have enough for the concert. I could get front row seats, a cute new outfit to wear, and maybe even backstage passes. I was determined and when I’m determined nothing could stop me. I was eating dinner with my mom when I decided to bring up my idea of a mermaid hunt. “So, mom,” I said “did you see the news today.” Her eyes suddenly opened wide. “Of course I did. Nothing interesting on. Lots of politics junk. Want some more sushi.” She said this all really fast. She picked up the tray of sushi. Sushi was my favorite food. My mom always cooked it on my dad’s yard sight to make me happier. I never knew my dad. He died when I was three. My mom said I looked just like him with my greenish grayish eyes and blond hair. “So you don’t think mermaids are interesting.” I said. My mom looked like she was panicking. “Mermaids”, she said, “What are you talking about. There are no such things as mermaids. You’ve been watching way too much T.V. or maybe the pressure of school is getting to you or maybe-“she was going on and on. I could tell she was nervous. Whenever she’s nervous she won’t stop talking. “Mom, what’s going on with you, you only act like this when you’re nervous. What’s wrong?” I asked “Nothing dear, nothing.” She put some more sushi on my plate. “So why did you bring up such a silly idea of mermaids.” “Well while I was watching T.V. today a bulletin came on about two mermaids, well one was a merman, being caught by the beach. They even had a clear photo and everything. They said that whoever could capture one to call the news station and they would win one million dollars. If I take up this hunt and I find a mermaid or a merman I could go to that concert I wanted to go to.” I think I made this idea very convincing."“No” said my mother “What why.” I was devastated I was this close to tickets to the concert. My mom looked at me and sighed. “I guess it’s time to tell you.” She said “Huh, tell me “About your father, you see your father wasn’t exactly human. This may seem hard to believe but your father is a merman. It all started when I was about 19 years old. I met your father on Sandy Atlantis beach. He was sitting by the rocks. I screamed when I saw him, you know the fact he had a tail and everything. Well anyway he looked at me and his tail morphed into legs and he ran at me and covered my mouth. “Please don’t tell anyone” he said. I looked into his eyes and he looked into mine and we fell in love. Two years later we were married and one year later we had you. He insisted in calling you Seafoam, which was his mother’s name. Why did you think you had such a weird name? I wanted to call you Kelly but your father would not hear of it.” She stopped. “Just because you don’t want me to do this does not mean you can make up stories about my dad. I know he wasn’t a merman.” I ran to my room crying. The sushi that she just put on my plate was left untouched. That night I packed a bag. It included all the candy I had stashed in my room, three changes of cloths, and a bathing suit. I opened my window and climbed down a vine. When I got to the ground I looked back. I felt a little bad for running away but then I remember the story my mother made up, turned around, and headed toward Sandy Atlantis beach. When I got there it was mourning. The shops by the beach were just opening up. My feet were a little tired so I sat on a bench to rest for a little bit. I thought about how I might catch a mermaid. Even if I saw one, I wondered how I could actually catch one. Then I saw it, in a fisherman shop, I saw a big fisherman’s net. It was big enough to catch a million fish, or should I say one big fish. I quickly went into the shop; it was called Waters Fishing Stuff. Inside there was a girl about my age at the counter, she had blond hair and had on dark sunglasses went up to her. “Hello,” she said, “how may I help you?” “Hi I would like one of those big fisher nets in the window.” I said. “You fish, aren’t you a little young?” She said “Says who.” I answered “Sorry, what your name, mines Seashell?” she said“Seafoam, why.”I answered“It’s just that, you look so familiar.” She took off her sunglasses and I found myself looking at, well, me. Her face looked pretty much identical to mine. “Holey fishnets,” she said, “you look just like me.” “Hey, maybe we’re related.” I said “Ya, I doubt were related.” She said “what’s your last name?” “Waters.” I answered “No way, that’s mine,” she leaned closer to me, “are you a mermaid too?” “No, what are you talk-” I suddenly remembered the talk I had with my mom. Could I really be half mermaid? “Well actually I think I might be half mermaid.” I said. “Oh you must be my Uncle Seaweed’s daughter. I heard he married a human and had a daughter.” She said. “So are you a mermaid.” I asked “Do I look human?” Suddenly her legs transformed into a long tail. “Hey you’re the girl from the TV.” I said“Oh right, the news, yep that’s me. You’re not going to turn me in for one million dollars? Are you?” she said jokingly “Well, actually that’s what I wanted the net, but the truth is I just find out I was part mermaid when I wanted to go on this mermaid hunt. I did not believe my mom at first but now I met you I guess I do, and I guess that means I won’t get my Taylor Swift concert tickets.” I said“Well I’m sorry I didn’t know about that.” She said. “Hey I know your dad gave me this for my third birthday.” She pulled out a box and opened it. Inside was a small pearl necklace. “There real pearls and doesn’t fit me anymore. So take it. I know an antic shop that you could sell it to.” “Hey, thanks, but its ok.” I said“No, seriously, take it, after all we are cousins.” She convinced me.“Thanks, well I got to get back to my mother. Nice meeting you.” I said“Nice meeting you too. Oh and by the way as a half mermaid you can control water and breathe under water.” She said“Cool” I said When I got home I found my mother pacing in the hallway. When she saw me her face looked relieved. “Where have you been?” she asked.“Mom, I’m sorry. I went out to go on that mermaid hunt and met a cousin Seashell, and well, I’m sorry I didn’t believe you.” I said. She embraced me in a hug.

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Welcome, my name is leah, high schooler today, big writer tomarrow.
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