What happened the day before Chritmas till Christmas

This isn’t homework and this isn’t about reading either. I just felt like writing. I felt like putting my feeling into words that I can go back to them all over and over again. And what are better feelings, than Christmas feelings.

9: 23 pm ok it just turned 9:24 now it’s 9:27 12/24 the day before Christmas

I was away for a few minutes because my mom just came from work. And it takes about 3 minutes to hug and kiss my mother. Every Christmas we go to one of my aunt’s house to make a big party and open presets at 12 am. At 12 am we know that all family and friends are gathered around the tree and waiting for us. We know it’s time to celebrate the birth of Jesus. This year were going to celebrate at my house, which was a last minute thing because my aunt got sick and couldn’t cook dinner.

Right now I’m waiting for the whole family to come. The food is all done. I can smell the chicken and pork. There’s a lot of rice, salad and potatoes. There are a lot of things I still can’t name. All I know is that this is the picture of Christmas. And I can’t wait I’m too excited. I can’t wait for all my cousins to come so we could snuggle together.

9:48 still the same day

A few minutes ago my oldest cousin arrived. She’s in collage so don’t see her often. And I’m happy I got to finally see her and meet her new husband. Which I think he is nice and a very happy man. She’s lucky she got him. Right now I’m in my room and I know I’m wasting time not being with her, but I promised myself would do this. I will write on Christmas. Right now they’re in the leaving room eating and laughing. And right now I have to go. The bell just rang and I have to open the door.

10:26

Three of my cousins came and my aunt and uncle came too. They put the presents were my presents and my biggest cousins presents are. They’re under the big light tree. And the tree is already fully surrounded. I’m in my room writing his and changing into nice clothes. And each of my cousins is waiting outside to come inside my room.

Now I’ve changed and opened the door. My cousins (except the oldest one she’s in the living room talking to other grownups) are beside of me.  One is watching me write. And the other is playing with her little brother and my little brother. Every year it’s the same. And I like it that way. But sometimes I wish it will be another way. In my wish there’s no party and there’s mom, dad, and siblings. They sing at night and have some fun. But there’s always a tree. And instead of opening presents at 12 am they open presents when they wake up on the 25 of December. But then I love having my cousins and whole big family over.

10:34

My other part of the family arrived too (two cousins and an aunt and uncle). They bought presents too! Now they’re in my room. And we are all cramped together. But still we make the best of the room. We are playing on the computer and just listening to music and talking. We are still waiting for another aunt and uncle and three cousins. It’s hard for them to come. They live all the way in Staten Island and had to work in their restaurant. I don’t think they’ll be able to make it. Still, they won’t bring presents because of financial problems, but I still want to see them.

11:02

Now my uncle is here. He’s part of my dad’s family, his brother. I guess he’s the only person that has my father’s true blood. Everyone else is from my mom’s part of the family. He brought a present for me, my brother and father. I’m so happy I can’t wait to find out what’s in that envelope (or how much is in that envelope).

11:45

Its 15 minutes away from opening presents. I don’t think my uncle and aunt and cousins we are waiting for will come. 

12:14

I’ve already opened and handed out presents to people. I got two pajamas (what a shame, now I’m going to give one to my mother). I got a pretty white sweater. And a costly silver pen. Oh and I got 40 dollars which I will spend half of it after school starts on a wallet/case I wanted from Claire’s. And from my friends I got a four leaf clover necklace and a pocket watch and a case for my iPod.  It’s just all so nice and pretty especially the necklace which I think will give me good luck as long as I wear it.

12: 48

Everyone is drinking hot chocolate or coffee including me. We’re also eating some food along with it. Right now I’m wearing my new pajama and my necklace is around me. My eyes are already starting to close slowly. I think I won’t last till the party finishes.

1:02

My father and everyone else who had a camera just took pictures of all of us together. We were wearing Santa hats and eating candy. Then for 2 minutes my brother and little cousin sang “I wish you a merry Christmas”. Then we all clapped.

1:26

Now everyone is gone. They left like 10 minutes ago. Now I’m ready to go to bed and say bye. I’m ready for this writing piece to end. Merry Christmas!

We only got one chance for this

I finally finished reading 19 minutes by Jodi Picoult. I guess it’s been about a month since I last checked it out of Ms.Robbins library. The first week, I read halfway the next week I read a bit but it was my laziness fault that I didn’t finish it. The week after that, I put it aside because of no time. I had to finish my picture book. And now this week I managed to get back on track. And you know I’m kind of glad it’s all over. I can finally search the library for a new fresh book.  And I could learn something entirely different.

Most people will be unhappy and maybe crying when a book finishes. All the words in that book are read and there is no more left. Something terrible had to happen in that book for it to finish. I feel the same way. But yet I put that feeling away. I wrap it up real nice and open the bag with the happy feeling. I want to feel glad. Because if it were never to finish I will never begin another book. And although it’s impossible to read all the books on earth, I still want to read as many books as I can.

And maybe I didn’t read harry potter because of this. I was scared, that if I took a lot of time on reading those big gigantic books I will miss many other great books in my life. And I will never get to read those books.  And I’m still scared. But still I know one of this days I would read the whole harry potter series. I would do this before dead stops me. If we are dead we will never come back to live to resolve our problems. We only got one chance for this.

And that’s why I feel bad for taking so long on this book. It’s not I don’t love it because I do. It’s that I want to give the next book a chance too. And now I will try to get back on track because I missed a great 500 pages long book. And instead of reading two books per month I will read three books this month.

The happiness is exploding inside of me. It can’t hold much longer. I’m wishing right now that I were in a big library. Where all the books in the world are there. And I stay there for the rest of my life reading every single one of them. I’m happy after I finish a book, when finally say “oh my god this is the greatest book in the world” close it, and move on to the next one. I do this again and again as a cycle. And the only thing that could stop this cycle is dead.

my inspiration.

There’s a book that I call my inspiration. And if you look inside the book, pages are taped together. Pages are half torn. And the cover and back is ripped a bit. But still this book called lone eagle by Danielle steel is my pot of gold at the end of the rainbow. It’s my inspiration for reading, for life. And writing. It’s the best booked ill yet touched, felt, read and cried over. It’s the book that inspires me to go on with life and to never give up. It’s the book I have to search forever at the bottom of my book shelf, but it’s all worth it when I’m done.

One night my dad came home with three books. One of them was this book. He found them on a box outside a house. They were given away. I read lone eagle.  I was desperate to read for I had not read since school ended. And I never imagined this being a miracle. Of this old book to be gold for my eyes. And I thank that person for giving it away instead of throwing it out. I thank my dad for picking this one from all the books there were on that box.  And I thank the writer for writing the greatest book of all times.

A Writer has to have an inspiration. Someone or something that makes us write. That makes us love it. That makes us see the true art behind writing. Who is there every time we need help. And this book always helps me. I get new ideas, new stories, new craft moves from this book. From the wonderful words in the leaves. I need this to continue on writing. To continue writing as I do.

And apart from teaching me new love, the impossible and possible, like other books. This book and I got connected. It was like love at first sight. Love at the eagle. Lonely but still an eagle. That shiny gold eagle that calls me to the pages. The eagle that is the only one. The only kind. And I am the only one. The only one to write this. The only one who could write like this. But still I try to write like the author. And in so many ways I wished I was him. That I had his writing. That I had his passion and words.

Even though this book is only worth 26.95 dollars its worth a million dollars to me. No a million dollars for each page, no, each word. To my eyes it’s a miracle sent from god. A sign that I could become a writer. A sign that I need to work hard for what I love. And it can’t get no better with an inspiration to follow you thought your carrier.

To be called a monster

There’s one boy. That right when you see him you despise him. He’s a murder, he killed your son. You criticize him before letting him tell his whole story. Without getting that he’s been hurt and killed in other ways. That it was your sons own fault that he’s in hell now. You should first know his black and dangerous story and what made him become a murder. What made him kill people? What made him the same from other murderers?


And as people only see it he’s a dangerous monster. A monster from the book 19 minutes by Jodi Picoult. A monster named peter. Known for killing ten students and injuring a lot when he bought a pistol to school. A monster that must be killed. Not just locked away.

To be a monster is to be a cruel and wicked. It is cruel to take someone’s life away. But there’s no pain. Peter was killed by the boy he killed. He was hurt. There was a lot of pain. And the only way he found out was to get rid of the bullies. To get rid of that monster. To not get rid of himself like others will do. And I guess it turned to a game. A game full of blackness the only targets are everyone. For they are all your enemies. They are all in the bully’s side. There is no one to trust.

I believe that no one is a monster. Not unless it’s in a movie. That no one could be considered both cruel and wicked. Not even that person who you think hurts you terribly. Who mistreats. Who rapes you day after day. Not even the men who killed one thousand people. Or that woman that took my pop away. That woman who killed him and left a whole. I just think their picking sides. Sides to be with the devil or the monster. They’re picking bad over good.  They’re picking what parents showed them to pick.

Every murderer has a background. A reason. They know they were hurt once and they want to get revenge. To show them what it feels to die. The only way is dead. Which is not even close, to show the hurt. Not enough. So they mistreat them before dead comes. They hurt, spit and kick the bully. And the bully knows he’s going to die and he prays and begs. The killer has fun watching him finally feeling like the bully and later the gun is shot.

But I would rather that bully be alive. To tell him my hurt. To cry with him. To put some sense in him. To make him hurt in another way. To not make this a game because it never is.

If I didn’t know peter better. I would have judged him like any other person. I would have probably called him a monster and every wicked thing I can think about. I would have probably killed him if he murdered one of my children. But I know everything. Who hurt him and how he was killed. I would probably not think he is nice but I would never call him a monster.