The bird in my window sill
Sings me a song
He paints me a picture
Of his life story
He cries of the hardships
And laughs at the sun
Over everything, his happiness has won.


There once was a girl
Whose life was in a whirl
She had no good luck
Got hit by a truck
Today messed up her whole world

There once was a queen
Who had ruptured her spleen
It was all ok
Come Saint Patty’s Day
She was the only one with gang green.



By: Shalee

So last night I was hanging out with Angelo and Ashley. We were walking to my house and we saw this couple fighting in their car. The woman got out and was screaming at the husband. They were dropping the F bomb and insulting him and he was insulting her it was really weird. We didn’t know what to do so we kept walking. As we got closer to my house Ashley noticed that they lived in a house we had just passed. They were still yelling at each other. The husband was telling her to get into the house and then we noticed that he was talking to someone else too. He had a teen in the car. By this time we were freaking out. I called the cops and told them what we had seen and that it could be getting violent inside the home. The next thing I knew there were two sheriff trucks pulling up. We left and let them handle the situation. All I could think about was, what if I wouldn’t have done anything and the next day I see the headline EAGLE MOUNTAIN SLAYING. I would be devastated. I’m glad I did something.







By: Shalee L.

When We First Met



I remember when we first met
The first kiss we shared,
We flaunted ourselves
And put our love in the air.

You made everything ok
Helped me realize,
You held me close
You looked in my eyes.

You told me others didn’t matter
And told me I was safe with you,
Now that we are in love
I never want to lose you.



By: Shalee

Grasp Life


Life seems so funny sometimes
All the mixed feelings,
Don’t know what to do with them
And you can’t find the meanings.

Everyone has a purpose
Though it may be hard to find,
You will get through it
With your goals on your mind.

Live, laugh, love, and be happy
That’s what it’s about,
If you don’t take your time
You will miss out.


By: Shalee

Today I am going to write about life. My life is on the rocks, I guess you could say. I have only a few real friends and the others are just there. The real ones comfort me when I am sad and crying. The fake friends are there when they want something, or when they need someone to gossip to about others. And I can’t express myself without someone getting all butt hurt. To tell the truth, I don’t see how you can be my “friend” and not know how I can get. I tell you straight up what I think about you, and if I like you or not. I rarely care if I hurt your feelings, because there must’ve been a reason for me to say something at all to you. So for those who don’t know me by now here are some facts:
• If I don’t feel like you are respecting me, I won’t respect you.
• If you do something that offends me, you will notice by words or body language.
• My personality doesn’t bond with personalities that aren’t alike in someway.
• I am a strong willed woman, and no guy or girl can break me, because if I won’t know you in 3 to 5 years, you don’t matter.
So there are some get to know the basics about Shalee. We should be able to meet a common ground.






By: Shalee

Sadness





Sadness often looked at as a symbol of shame.
Life just full of space.
You ask yourself questions over and over again.
“Do I matter?”; “What’s missing within?”
You worry about the rise and the fall, and ask for help, yet get nothing at all.
You constantly question yourself,
“Can I survive?”
The answer is no when your soul has died.
Pushing back boundaries and leaving your pieces behind,
and never stopping to think about how important the sun is.
The littlest things that brighten up your day make you want to go on.
Your life is a debt to society and no one listens.
Seems impossible to treat this incurable sadness.
A life full of sadness is a crisis,
and what’s up must come down.
Lost in sadness, am I.





By: Shalee

Freedom is being captured and kept against your will, scared without hope, and lost without faith. No one coming to rescue, just rotting alone. Forced to work and change everything you are. Betrayed when love is needed the most. There is no one to catch you when you fall, for you are not a person but an object of someone’s game. Cry all you want you will never be free. You will forever be kept from what you strive for and be given what you despise. These words are weeps of one who is un-free. One who is forced to partake of things that do nothing but hurt the inner conscience. Freedom will never be mine. I will forever be trapped inside a board game, where my king has already fallen. So life when lived unhappily never sends instant gratification. As far as I am concerned, there is only happiness in my dreams. Where I am at one with my own reality.







By: Shalee

The main theme of Hamlet is how different people’s actions can affect you and others around you. In Hamlet there are displays of hatred, sadness, and affection. These emotions are shown by all of the characters.
Hamlet finds out how his father, King Hamlet, was really killed by his uncle. His uncle married his mother shortly after. Hamlet is convinced that his mother had a role in his father’s misfortune, and thought she should have grieved longer considering how they were in love. He dedicates all of his energy to revenging his father’s death, and finding out who else was apart in it.
Hamlet starts acting in madness. The king calls on his friend Polonius, also the king of France. Knowing that Hamlet has shown affection towards the princess of France, Ophelia, they come to the conclusion that his madness could be caused by love . The king and Polonius have Ophelia give Hamlet his letters that he had written. Hamlet expresses how he loves Ophelia and quickly gets angry after realizing that she wouldn’t do this. He knew her father would have had to put her up to it.
After a series of unfortunate happenings, Ophelia has a breakdown. She tells how she loved young Hamlet, and even had intimate relations with him. She committed suicide and was pronounced to have a Christian burial, even though suicide was considered a sin. Hamlet shows that he grieves. He states to the king, Ophelia’s brother, and his mom that not even 4,000 brothers could have the love that he had for Ophelia.




By: Shalee

My goals in life.


I have a number of things I want in life, and in order to be able to do any of
them I have to set goals for my self. Right now I just want to make sure I get through my high schooling and get a part time job so I can start saving for part of my tuition.

I have always thought of myself getting married but when I was little I did what any other five through twelve year olds did. I just imagined that I only would want to marry a celebrity. That is not the case anymore. I find myself realizing that that wouldn’t be real.
I only want to marry someone if I love him or her. We would need to have trust and a honest relationship. It would also be important if we had things in common. A part of a relationship is being able to except the other persons flaws. Some things I know I can’t deal with are bad hygiene, cheating, and violence. I can’t see myself with some one who can’t take care of themself or some one who say they love and then go and sleep around. When you get married you make vows to be devoted to that person and that person only. If you’re interested in other people then you don’t belong in a marital situation, and the violence situation I won’t put up with that at all. I know that some people feel the need to make sure that their strength is known and I personally don’t care. You don’t abuse the people that love you. And I will tell anyone that I may be involved with the same thing.
If you lay one hand on me in a violent way I will tie you to the side of a car and speed down the freeway until they start banging up against the side of it.

After all of my love life and everything is all stable, and my money situation is good
I will start college. I plan on going to college for at least six years to get my masters in
the forensic field, or in being a reptile specialty.




By: Shalee

Afraid of Love

I am afraid of love. I’m afraid to be loved and to let my heart love another.
I have seen love tear people apart, and I’ve seen it bring people together.
I think it seems more like fantasy when I see love, because when you get
hurt by love you end up thinking that it’s always to good to be true.

I think my fear is both negative and positive. It can be positive because
my fear helps me protect me from getting hurt and avoid getting too
attached to anyone. It can be negative because I keep myself from
experiencing anything, and I could miss out on the real thing and
finding what I want in a relationship.

Over all I think my fear has had a negative effect on my life.
I also think that since I have been working on my fears I have
found potential love. It wasn’t where I thought it would be either.
I came to a new school thinking I was content within myself, and
then I met Angelo. Everyone always tells me that I don’t know what
love is and that I’m too young. They are wrong I know what my love is,
and I know how I feel.




By: Shalee

Leadership

Leadership

Some things to me that make a leader or qualities I would want a leader to have
are things like being a good person and a person who is willing to serve others.
Someone who is dedicated to his or her tasks. Someone willing to make sacrifices for
others, that is a good influence and role model for others. Someone who doesn’t
do things to get attention and to gain popularity.

Someone who I think is an example of a good leader is my father.
He may not have been perfect or made the right choices, but when I was born my mom
left my father and I, took our stuff and sold it for drugs. My dad had no clue how to raise
A girl, let alone raise one on his own. He didn’t give up. he kept me and raised me.

I think Robert Walton is an example of a good leader at times.
He helped a complete stranger. He’s trying to follow his dreams no matter the cost
even though some of those costs might not be the best.





By: Shalee

Good Stories

What makes a good story?

To me a good story plot helps making writing good.
There has to be a story that draws the readers in.
Some good qualities that writing could have are things
like suspense or mystery. Some people may rather
have romance or something that has a lot of humor.

I personally like to read a lot of mystery novels
along with romance novels. I like to indulge
in books that I can relate to the main character.
If it’s boring I won’t put in an effort to read it.

Good stories can help motivate people to read.
If you have to force yourself to read or keep
reading then you should probably look into
something that actually interests you.


By: Shalee

Violence

I think it is only ok to use violence when you are defending yourself or that is the only way to get out of a
Situation. The reason I say this is if you are being physically threatened, or the only way you can get out of
A situation is using violence. You have the right to keep yourself safe. There is no reason to harm someone if he or she is not threatening you in a way that puts you
In danger.

I think there are many places and times it is not ok to use violence, for instance domestic violence, child abuse, animal abuse, or even arguments that turn into unnecessary violence.

Basically anytime you are not threatened or being put in dangers way there is no reason for you to act out violently or physically on anybody.

Because in any case it’s not self-defense you will most
Likely be charged and in a lot of cases go to a lock up
Facility.

My Story

When I was born I wasn’t planned. I was a mistake. My father says I’m the best
Mistake he has ever made. I wish my mom would’ve felt the same. Drugs were more important than my dad and me. She left my dad and me when I was eight months old. Up until this point in my life I’ve met my mom five times and every time she’ll Tell me that she’s trying to be clean and sober for me. And I’ll wake up with something of mine or my dads missing.

It’s been ok just my dad and me living together. Even though he had to play the dad and mom role in my life. It hurt him more than it hurt me each year when
Mothers Day would come around.

Everything was fine in my life until I turned twelve. That’s when everything changed. My dad started doing drugs and hanging out with the wrong friends.
Soon enough I was doing everything around the house.
I still remember the night everything started to fall apart. My dad had some friends over and had to go to the store. They said he could use their car to go.
Next thing I know I had cops knocking on the door. Turns out my dad’s friends stole the car and had it loaded with drugs. They told me they would have a caseworker coming with more cops. I called my friends mom to see if I could stay there while my dad was in jail. Lucky for me I have good friends with nice parents.

My dad got out two months later, and it all happened again. He started selling and doing drugs. Even hanging out with the same friends that got him put in jail.
This is when I started hanging out with the wrong crowd. Soon enough I was doing drugs, drinking, and I even started cutting myself. I broke curfew one night and got taken to youth services. They called my dad, but said he sounded
Intoxicated. So they put me in states custody. I’ve been in foster care for four years now. I’ve been in five different foster homes, and four different treatment centers.

I’ve been doing better on everything since then. I’m even in honors classes and I’ve been clean and sober for over a year. I’m going to do something with my life. I won’t stop at anything until I succeed.

Shalee