Wednesday, June 9, 2010
SixFlags
We went to Six Flags yesterday, Tuesday, June 8, 2010. We thought it would be one of the greatest days of our lives! Little did we know that it would be pouring down on us the whole time. We got into the park at 10 in the morning. The first ride I went on was Raging Bull. There was no way I wasn’t going on that one. So, our group, which was Summer, Me, and Austin, went on that right away. Austin had never been to Six Flags before; let alone gone on a rollercoaster before. We went around to a bunch of other ones too. But by the time we had just gotten off of American Eagle, we ran into John, Wang, and Dakota. So, we decided to go on American Eagle a second time, with our now bigger group. After that, went on one more ride. I had been telling them that we should head to the lunch area for a while now. But, they said we would have more than enough time to get there. So, we still went on another ride. By the time we got off, it was already about 11:55. We had to get to the lunch area in less than 15 minutes and we had no idea where it even was! John said he had been to the park a million times. So, we weren’t too worried yet. But then he started leading us one way and all of a sudden he turns to us and says: “Where are we even going?” Now me and Summer were really starting to get worried that we would get in trouble for being late. E had a map, so we decided to see where we were and how to find our way to the lunch place. It took us a while to figure it out, but we started walking towards Iron Wolf. By the time we were by Iron Wolf, it was already 12:05. We had five minutes to get there, but we didn’t see anyone from our school! Me and Summer took off our shoes and started sprinting towards the lunch area. Finally we saw all of the teachers sitting in a line where we were supposed to sign in with them. The time was 12:09. We had made it with one minute spare. We had lunch, and we all agreed that it wasn’t the best lunch ever. We spent about 15 minutes there and then headed out to the park again. We went on the rest of the rides that we thought looked pretty cool. We even bought Batman capes for all of us. A little bit later, at about 4:45, we decided to go buy a coffee and funnel cake. The coffee was black and we had to put in our own sugar and cream. We put in three creams and about 5 sugar packets, yet it still tasted completely black. But, we didn’t realize that until we were already at the funnel cake place. We sent Austin and Dakota back to get more sugar. They came back and said that they had put five more packets of sugar in. He tasted it, and he said it tasted exactly the same. So, we sent them back again to get more sugar. This time they put in like 10 more sugar packets. He tasted it and said it was definitely sweet enough but it still had they taste of the black coffee: a little bit too much of the taste. We then decided to just throw it out because it was really nasty. So, we just ate the funnel cake. By the time we were done, it was time to get back on the busses. It had rained on us the whole time, but we still had the time of our lives.
Stars; He's Looking Down on You.
Dedicated to Abby Lopez.
Stars are the symbol of someone looking down on you
Someone who has passed on to a greater and happier place
They may not be here physically, but spiritually and mentally; always
You’ve had a great loss in your life, and we all want to be here for you
But maybe, you’re not ready to talk about it just yet
You think of him 24/7 and I know you miss him dearly.
But someday you will realize this very, oh so, clearly
He’s in a better place now, you cannot deny
Although you’ll miss him each and every day,
Your friends and family are here for you whenever you need us.
So, when you need a shoulder to cry on, call us up and you know we will run miles to get to you
No matter what the weather is, well be there.
But before any of that, look up to the sky, and just think to yourself: Stars are the symbol of someone looking down on you.
Stars are the symbol of someone looking down on you
Someone who has passed on to a greater and happier place
They may not be here physically, but spiritually and mentally; always
You’ve had a great loss in your life, and we all want to be here for you
But maybe, you’re not ready to talk about it just yet
You think of him 24/7 and I know you miss him dearly.
But someday you will realize this very, oh so, clearly
He’s in a better place now, you cannot deny
Although you’ll miss him each and every day,
Your friends and family are here for you whenever you need us.
So, when you need a shoulder to cry on, call us up and you know we will run miles to get to you
No matter what the weather is, well be there.
But before any of that, look up to the sky, and just think to yourself: Stars are the symbol of someone looking down on you.
Friday, May 7, 2010
Freddy and the Spooky Spiders (Book for Kindergarteners)
Pg. 1 Freddy the centipede is going to Joanie the jackal, Bianca the bear, Marissa the monkey, and Megan the moose’s house. But there was one problem…
Pg. 2 He had to go through the forest of spooky spiders! He stared at the forest for about 10 minutes, wondering what to do. Should he go around it? No, that would take too long. He couldn’t go over it or under it. There was only one possible way to cross the forest; he would have to go in it.
Pg. 3 He gathered up all of his courage, closed his eyes, and took one step in. Nothing happened. Everything stood still. He realized there was nothing to be afraid of. But then, from under a blueberry bush, crawled out two little spiders.
Pg. 4 “Hey what are you doing in this forest?”, said one of the little spiders.
“Uhmm, I was on my way to my friends’ house.”, said Freddy.
“Well, you can’t pass through here until you give us something yummy to eat.”, said the second little spider.
Pg. 5 Freddy looked in his pocket and saw the last blueberry muffin he had. The only way to get passed these insects was to give it to them. With the biggest frown on his face, he handed the treat over to them.
“Thank you very much.”, said the two spiders. “This will last us two whole months! You can now go!”
Pg. 6 Freddy skipped all the way out of the forest, and towards the house where all of his friends where waiting for him. When he got there, they greeted him with warm smiles and a huge plate stacked with all of the delicious blueberry muffins he could eat.
Pg. 2 He had to go through the forest of spooky spiders! He stared at the forest for about 10 minutes, wondering what to do. Should he go around it? No, that would take too long. He couldn’t go over it or under it. There was only one possible way to cross the forest; he would have to go in it.
Pg. 3 He gathered up all of his courage, closed his eyes, and took one step in. Nothing happened. Everything stood still. He realized there was nothing to be afraid of. But then, from under a blueberry bush, crawled out two little spiders.
Pg. 4 “Hey what are you doing in this forest?”, said one of the little spiders.
“Uhmm, I was on my way to my friends’ house.”, said Freddy.
“Well, you can’t pass through here until you give us something yummy to eat.”, said the second little spider.
Pg. 5 Freddy looked in his pocket and saw the last blueberry muffin he had. The only way to get passed these insects was to give it to them. With the biggest frown on his face, he handed the treat over to them.
“Thank you very much.”, said the two spiders. “This will last us two whole months! You can now go!”
Pg. 6 Freddy skipped all the way out of the forest, and towards the house where all of his friends where waiting for him. When he got there, they greeted him with warm smiles and a huge plate stacked with all of the delicious blueberry muffins he could eat.
Tikito the Llama (Short Story for French Class)
Tikito the Llama
Once upon a time there was a little llama named Tikito. He had purple fur. He liked little girl llamas. This turned into a problem because the little girl llamas thought he was weird. In the town of Llamaville, llamas had green fur. That made Tikito the weird llama. Tikito only had one friend, his name was Ramon. Ramon had a sister named Luciffer. Lucy was really insecure because she secretly loved Tikito.
One day, Tikito was in the Llama-Lima Lake with Ramon. They were waiting for Luciffer, the little girl llama. When she finally arrived, they all dived into the water. Then, all of a sudden, Tikito got bit by a shark!!! This made Luciffer very worried for her friend Tikito.
Then, they went to the llama hospital to get x-rays. Luciffer was so sad for Tikito that she started crying. She asked him, “Are you okay Tikito?” Tikito replied, “No. I’m not. My hoof hurts.” Luciffer and Ramon took Tikito home so he could get better.
After a year, Tikito’s hoof was all better. Tikito went to Ramon and Luciffer’s house to tell them about his hoof. When Tikito arrived, Luciffer asked him, “Do you love me?” Tikito replied, “No.” and he went home. They never saw each other again.
Luciffer got really depressed. She stopped going to school. She never left her room, got fat, and shaved all of her hair off. Eventually, Luciffer died.
THE END
Once upon a time there was a little llama named Tikito. He had purple fur. He liked little girl llamas. This turned into a problem because the little girl llamas thought he was weird. In the town of Llamaville, llamas had green fur. That made Tikito the weird llama. Tikito only had one friend, his name was Ramon. Ramon had a sister named Luciffer. Lucy was really insecure because she secretly loved Tikito.
One day, Tikito was in the Llama-Lima Lake with Ramon. They were waiting for Luciffer, the little girl llama. When she finally arrived, they all dived into the water. Then, all of a sudden, Tikito got bit by a shark!!! This made Luciffer very worried for her friend Tikito.
Then, they went to the llama hospital to get x-rays. Luciffer was so sad for Tikito that she started crying. She asked him, “Are you okay Tikito?” Tikito replied, “No. I’m not. My hoof hurts.” Luciffer and Ramon took Tikito home so he could get better.
After a year, Tikito’s hoof was all better. Tikito went to Ramon and Luciffer’s house to tell them about his hoof. When Tikito arrived, Luciffer asked him, “Do you love me?” Tikito replied, “No.” and he went home. They never saw each other again.
Luciffer got really depressed. She stopped going to school. She never left her room, got fat, and shaved all of her hair off. Eventually, Luciffer died.
THE END
Spring Break Fight
She said some hurtful words about my family, friends, and myself
Of course I said some back, but was this problem going to resolve itself?
She blames her faults on other people when it's no ones but her own
This is all a mess of hurtful words and its becoming a cyclone
If I forgive her, will she do the same thing?
Turn her back on me, talk behind my back, and blurt out hurtful words?
Or will she be faithful, true to her word, and never backstab me?
Let's give her one more chance, to try and redeem herself
For all that she has done to me, and maybe even oneself
But if she tries it one more time
I swear, that's the last time our friendship will ever shine.
Of course I said some back, but was this problem going to resolve itself?
She blames her faults on other people when it's no ones but her own
This is all a mess of hurtful words and its becoming a cyclone
If I forgive her, will she do the same thing?
Turn her back on me, talk behind my back, and blurt out hurtful words?
Or will she be faithful, true to her word, and never backstab me?
Let's give her one more chance, to try and redeem herself
For all that she has done to me, and maybe even oneself
But if she tries it one more time
I swear, that's the last time our friendship will ever shine.
The Hundreth Dove (Response/Joke)
What if someones reading response looked like this?:
This is a great piece, so score it a 100. Thank you.
There was 100 doves. The man killed the bird. The bird was white. And the bird was rich. It was rich because it had a big diamond ring. Well, the bird died. But right before that, the bird rhymed at him and told him he would have a lot of dumb stuff. The man did not want the dumb stuff so he killed it because it was annoying. He twisted its neck. And it died. The end.
If this piece of writing is too long, I am sorry but there was just so much to write about.
This is a good piece so grade it well. I did not read the story because it was boring. Thank-you and good bye.
This is a great piece, so score it a 100. Thank you.
There was 100 doves. The man killed the bird. The bird was white. And the bird was rich. It was rich because it had a big diamond ring. Well, the bird died. But right before that, the bird rhymed at him and told him he would have a lot of dumb stuff. The man did not want the dumb stuff so he killed it because it was annoying. He twisted its neck. And it died. The end.
If this piece of writing is too long, I am sorry but there was just so much to write about.
This is a good piece so grade it well. I did not read the story because it was boring. Thank-you and good bye.
Unwanted
What’s it like to have a family? To be loved? To know that someone is out there, caring for you? I was born into a family that didn’t want me. I was abused in every way possible. Ever since I was a little girl, about two or so, I remember my mommy and daddy would yell at me. They told me it was all of my fault. That, because of me, their lives were so miserable. And I, being about 5, knew no better and believed every word of it. I would pray to god at night so that he would make Mommy’s life easier at home with me. And I wished that Daddy’s day would be better than the one before. If it didn’t turn out that way, it was me who paid for it.
When Daddy was at work, I stayed with my mom at home. She slept in till two or three in the afternoon sometimes, and other days, she wouldn’t get up at all. She expected me to clean the house, make my meals for myself, and keep myself entertained. But I knew better than to make any noise at all. If I woke her, it was a sure beating. She would leave me sore. And it wasn’t so much of the beating that hurt me; it was more of the words that did the job. She called me useless, a mistake of god, an unwanted “thing”. But this was never anything compared to Daddy’s beating with his belt and mean words. Every day, he would come home mad. Angry because he didn’t make any sales at work. But I didn’t understand why it was my fault. All I knew was that I had to endure the pain. I dreaded the moment I heard his Sedan park out in the apartment’s parking lot. I would look out the window, and once I saw the beat up blue car, I would run to my room, and hide in my closet. But still, daddy always found me…and I knew the consequences for hiding from him.
After a while, I got used to it. My whole body was covered in cuts and bruises. But now, I saw it as an everyday normal thing. My friends at school would ask me if there was a problem at home. And every time, I would laugh about it and say that they were crazy. But, they knew better than that. I would have told someone, but I was scared. What if my mom or dad were to find out that I ratted them out. What would happen then? They already starved me sometimes. I got daily beatings from both of them, and sometimes, they would tell me that they didn’t want me anymore, and they left me out on the streets. Miles away from home, I would walk myself back. Tears pouring down my face, I wouldn’t look up; just stared at the ground and tried to find my way back. I would spend nights out on the streets sometimes. Scared of what events might go on around me, I always found a place that was safer for me. I was in the middle of the forest once, when my mom dropped me off. I had no clue where to go. I had never been in that place in my life. Maybe my mother had left me here because she knew I wasn’t familiar with the place. She knew I would never be able to find my way back. But she underestimated me a lot. I always found my way back; whether it was only a few blocks from our old apartment building or twenty miles from it.
The abuse started getting worse and worse by the day. Now, there were days when I didn’t even get out of bed. I stayed home from school and I thought to myself, “Why me? Why was I born into a family that hates me? Why was I born at all?”
I thought my life was horrible at the moment, but little did I know that it was about to get a whole lot worse than it had ever been…
To Be Continued.
When Daddy was at work, I stayed with my mom at home. She slept in till two or three in the afternoon sometimes, and other days, she wouldn’t get up at all. She expected me to clean the house, make my meals for myself, and keep myself entertained. But I knew better than to make any noise at all. If I woke her, it was a sure beating. She would leave me sore. And it wasn’t so much of the beating that hurt me; it was more of the words that did the job. She called me useless, a mistake of god, an unwanted “thing”. But this was never anything compared to Daddy’s beating with his belt and mean words. Every day, he would come home mad. Angry because he didn’t make any sales at work. But I didn’t understand why it was my fault. All I knew was that I had to endure the pain. I dreaded the moment I heard his Sedan park out in the apartment’s parking lot. I would look out the window, and once I saw the beat up blue car, I would run to my room, and hide in my closet. But still, daddy always found me…and I knew the consequences for hiding from him.
After a while, I got used to it. My whole body was covered in cuts and bruises. But now, I saw it as an everyday normal thing. My friends at school would ask me if there was a problem at home. And every time, I would laugh about it and say that they were crazy. But, they knew better than that. I would have told someone, but I was scared. What if my mom or dad were to find out that I ratted them out. What would happen then? They already starved me sometimes. I got daily beatings from both of them, and sometimes, they would tell me that they didn’t want me anymore, and they left me out on the streets. Miles away from home, I would walk myself back. Tears pouring down my face, I wouldn’t look up; just stared at the ground and tried to find my way back. I would spend nights out on the streets sometimes. Scared of what events might go on around me, I always found a place that was safer for me. I was in the middle of the forest once, when my mom dropped me off. I had no clue where to go. I had never been in that place in my life. Maybe my mother had left me here because she knew I wasn’t familiar with the place. She knew I would never be able to find my way back. But she underestimated me a lot. I always found my way back; whether it was only a few blocks from our old apartment building or twenty miles from it.
The abuse started getting worse and worse by the day. Now, there were days when I didn’t even get out of bed. I stayed home from school and I thought to myself, “Why me? Why was I born into a family that hates me? Why was I born at all?”
I thought my life was horrible at the moment, but little did I know that it was about to get a whole lot worse than it had ever been…
To Be Continued.
Thursday, March 25, 2010
The Four "o" Clock Encounter
I awoke, startled by the noise coming from downstairs. Quietly, I sat up, and didn’t even dare to breathe. I was living alone at the time. I, in fact, was extremely proud of myself. It was only my 3rd year in college and I had already bought a house. It wasn’t the nicest, but at least I had something. The only reason I had bought a fixer-upper was because I thought I could fix it up a bit; maybe get new flooring, paint the walls, get new carpeting in the upstairs part of the house. Whatever; as long as it looked like an "after" picture that you see in those house restoring shows on TV.
So, as I said, I lived alone, and I was terrified that someone might have broken into the house. I mean, I was new at this whole thing: living alone, having to pay the electricity, the mortgage, and not to mention my 401K! I didn’t know anything about taking care of so many things at once! I have always been scared to admit that, but at this second, I wanted my mommy to be here, holding me in her arms, telling me that everything would be all right and that she would handle it. But, as much as I wished it, I knew it wasn’t going to happen like that.
I had to act like a grown woman and check out what was going on. I lifted the covers off of my head, swung my legs easily over the bed, and put on my pink fuzzy slippers (again, I'm not a fan of being so grown up). As I tip-toed my way to the wooded door, I thought I heard my refrigerator door opening.
"That's weird,", I thought. Why would a burglar come into my house…to eat?!? Surely, I was wrong, but there's always a possibility. I turned the knob and as I opened the old door, it made the tinniest squeak. This was enough to startle me though. I took a few deep breaths to calm myself down. Once I was done with that, I made my way down the long hallway with pictures of my grandparents, aunts, uncles, and all of the family; dead and alive. They looked pretty creepy looking down at me with their beady little eyes; as if their eyes would follow every move I made. At least they seemed that way. But, maybe it was just because of the lighting. I threw the thought out of my head and headed for the soft carpeted stairs.
Half way down the stairs, I heard some more rumbling in the kitchen. By now, I was in the dining room, which by the way, is right next to the kitchen. While I was standing there, listening to any other movements from the strange person, I grabbed a glass vase. You know, just in case I needed it for self defense.
I turned the corner and was now standing in the same room as him. But to my surprise, it wasn’t a him; it was a her! And not only was it someone that I knew very well, it was my grandmother! You see, she has this problem where she forgets things very easily. Sometimes, she forgets where she left her car keys, and other times, it's a bit more severe. She forgets where she lives or what time of day it is.
“Are you crazy? It’s four o’clock in the morning!”, I said to my grandmother, named Gertrude.
"Oh dear, I didn’t realize it, honey. I'm sorry if I disrupted your attempt to sleep.", she said with the slightest hint of liveliness in her voice. "I just thought I'd get a bite to eat before I took my afternoon nap. But I guess its not really 12 "o" clock, is it?"
"Well, no Grandma, it isn't. And your also on the wrong side of town for this to be your house. Now, I'll walk you to your car, so you can get back home and sleep.", I said, half yawning.
"Alright, deary. Just, promise you wont tell your mother about this little incident. She's been checking out a lot of old people homes lately and I'm worried that if she finds out that my condition had gotten worse, she's going to send me to one of those horrid places. And, I certainly am not ready for that! For goodness sakes, I'm only 68 years old!" By now she was getting a little bit too excited. So, before she started one of her 3 hour-long conversations, I placed my hands on her shoulders and walked her to her old beat up Buick.
I was concerned for my grandmother as her condition had gotten worse over the past few months. But, who was I to spoil all of her fun and tell mom about tonight's encounter. I swore to myself that I would, under no circumstance, tell mom. Then, my grandma slowly disappeared into the darkness of the night.
So, as I said, I lived alone, and I was terrified that someone might have broken into the house. I mean, I was new at this whole thing: living alone, having to pay the electricity, the mortgage, and not to mention my 401K! I didn’t know anything about taking care of so many things at once! I have always been scared to admit that, but at this second, I wanted my mommy to be here, holding me in her arms, telling me that everything would be all right and that she would handle it. But, as much as I wished it, I knew it wasn’t going to happen like that.
I had to act like a grown woman and check out what was going on. I lifted the covers off of my head, swung my legs easily over the bed, and put on my pink fuzzy slippers (again, I'm not a fan of being so grown up). As I tip-toed my way to the wooded door, I thought I heard my refrigerator door opening.
"That's weird,", I thought. Why would a burglar come into my house…to eat?!? Surely, I was wrong, but there's always a possibility. I turned the knob and as I opened the old door, it made the tinniest squeak. This was enough to startle me though. I took a few deep breaths to calm myself down. Once I was done with that, I made my way down the long hallway with pictures of my grandparents, aunts, uncles, and all of the family; dead and alive. They looked pretty creepy looking down at me with their beady little eyes; as if their eyes would follow every move I made. At least they seemed that way. But, maybe it was just because of the lighting. I threw the thought out of my head and headed for the soft carpeted stairs.
Half way down the stairs, I heard some more rumbling in the kitchen. By now, I was in the dining room, which by the way, is right next to the kitchen. While I was standing there, listening to any other movements from the strange person, I grabbed a glass vase. You know, just in case I needed it for self defense.
I turned the corner and was now standing in the same room as him. But to my surprise, it wasn’t a him; it was a her! And not only was it someone that I knew very well, it was my grandmother! You see, she has this problem where she forgets things very easily. Sometimes, she forgets where she left her car keys, and other times, it's a bit more severe. She forgets where she lives or what time of day it is.
“Are you crazy? It’s four o’clock in the morning!”, I said to my grandmother, named Gertrude.
"Oh dear, I didn’t realize it, honey. I'm sorry if I disrupted your attempt to sleep.", she said with the slightest hint of liveliness in her voice. "I just thought I'd get a bite to eat before I took my afternoon nap. But I guess its not really 12 "o" clock, is it?"
"Well, no Grandma, it isn't. And your also on the wrong side of town for this to be your house. Now, I'll walk you to your car, so you can get back home and sleep.", I said, half yawning.
"Alright, deary. Just, promise you wont tell your mother about this little incident. She's been checking out a lot of old people homes lately and I'm worried that if she finds out that my condition had gotten worse, she's going to send me to one of those horrid places. And, I certainly am not ready for that! For goodness sakes, I'm only 68 years old!" By now she was getting a little bit too excited. So, before she started one of her 3 hour-long conversations, I placed my hands on her shoulders and walked her to her old beat up Buick.
I was concerned for my grandmother as her condition had gotten worse over the past few months. But, who was I to spoil all of her fun and tell mom about tonight's encounter. I swore to myself that I would, under no circumstance, tell mom. Then, my grandma slowly disappeared into the darkness of the night.
Tuesday, February 23, 2010
Beast Poem:)
Taylor Norman is a beast
Taylor Norman likes to feast
She never fights
She never knights
She is all of the things you could imagine
All of the things she is in
That didn't make any sense
All becuase of her innocence
Im trying to make this rhyme
and it is costing me a dime
not really...
Taylor Norman likes to feast
She never fights
She never knights
She is all of the things you could imagine
All of the things she is in
That didn't make any sense
All becuase of her innocence
Im trying to make this rhyme
and it is costing me a dime
not really...
Thursday, February 18, 2010
"The Lottery" is something you don't want to win...
We would all love to win the lottery, right? What if it had a little twist to it though? Maybe the “prize” was something that you would never want. In the story of, “The Lottery”, by Shirley Jackson, an event, just like this one, occurs. It’s pretty sick, but it makes a great story. With the symbolism and the characters in the tale, there is no telling what else can occur in such a bizarre town.
There were a few symbols that really stood out to me. First off is the actual word lottery. When someone says it, what is the first thing that comes to mind? Trusting common sense, I would assume that we would think of a huge amount of money awarded out to someone that wins with an assortment of numbers chosen at random. Not in this story. What you win if you are the unlucky person…is death. For the oddest reason, they choose one person from the whole town to murder, each year. This symbol only speaks one word to me: crazy. This town is obviously not normal due to their obsession with killing their own neighbors with rocks. The second symbol is the dark black pencil mark in the middle of the paper. This paper was dreaded throughout the whole town. It meant a for-sure death; it meant a cruel one.
Just like the symbols in the story, the character were phsyco too! I mean, seriously, what kind of a place likes to kill people for a hobby? If they find this even the tiniest bit of amusing, they need serious mental help. I couldn’t even imagine doing this to anyone or anything. The people seem scared of this little “game”. Yet, they don’t even want to think about illegalizing it. Just like the people said, “Pack of crazy fools.” They were talking about the villages that had gotten rid of the “lottery”. If I were to be in this foolish town for just a second, I would grab my belongings and run for my life. I would not want to risk my life with a bunch of lunatics.
As for the townspeople and the symbols, they’re pretty chaotic. This just goes to show that we don’t appreciate many freedoms that we have in life now. They don’t have a choice whether they want to participate in this ridiculous hobby or not. Whereas now, they would never dare to make us fear losing our lives in such a horrible way. We have so many rights nowadays, that we don’t realize it.
There were a few symbols that really stood out to me. First off is the actual word lottery. When someone says it, what is the first thing that comes to mind? Trusting common sense, I would assume that we would think of a huge amount of money awarded out to someone that wins with an assortment of numbers chosen at random. Not in this story. What you win if you are the unlucky person…is death. For the oddest reason, they choose one person from the whole town to murder, each year. This symbol only speaks one word to me: crazy. This town is obviously not normal due to their obsession with killing their own neighbors with rocks. The second symbol is the dark black pencil mark in the middle of the paper. This paper was dreaded throughout the whole town. It meant a for-sure death; it meant a cruel one.
Just like the symbols in the story, the character were phsyco too! I mean, seriously, what kind of a place likes to kill people for a hobby? If they find this even the tiniest bit of amusing, they need serious mental help. I couldn’t even imagine doing this to anyone or anything. The people seem scared of this little “game”. Yet, they don’t even want to think about illegalizing it. Just like the people said, “Pack of crazy fools.” They were talking about the villages that had gotten rid of the “lottery”. If I were to be in this foolish town for just a second, I would grab my belongings and run for my life. I would not want to risk my life with a bunch of lunatics.
As for the townspeople and the symbols, they’re pretty chaotic. This just goes to show that we don’t appreciate many freedoms that we have in life now. They don’t have a choice whether they want to participate in this ridiculous hobby or not. Whereas now, they would never dare to make us fear losing our lives in such a horrible way. We have so many rights nowadays, that we don’t realize it.
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