Have you ever thought about time travel? I mainly think of how it would be to go back in time to change something you would like to change. I always wondered if it would make life more interesting, satisfying, or even better. It’s an invention that needs to be created.
This idea takes me back to Napoleon Dynamite on the idea to put so called crystals into a machine for so called time travel. It turns out connecting it to your testicles and getting a good shock isn’t a good idea. It makes me laugh, because they believed it would take them back to the time they desired. There attempt may tempt anyone who really desires to go back.
I’m quite sure if our country or even Japan continues to succeed in technology, I’m most positive we will see time travel, but I’m sure this won’t be for some later years. Maybe not even until the 3000s, ha ha that’s if we don’t die from so called global warming. I wish I could live to see the future, to see time travel, but Napoleon Dynamite will be good enough for now.

Madeleine

Love is a great thing that everyone has. I recently memorized a poem by Langston Hughes. The poem is “Hold fast to dreams, for if dreams die, life is a broken-winged bird, that cannot fly. Hold fast to dreams, for when dreams go, life is a barren field, frozen with snow.” I decided to put this into my journal because everyone dreams of love. If you let it go then you won’t have dreams and if you don’t have dreams then you won’t have something to look forward to in the future. In the future, I have lots of dreams. I want to become a caseworker, and I also want to find the girl of my dreams and marry her. I won’t get married till I’m at least 21 though. So, don’t let your dreams go ever because when you do and the thing you wanted comes, you might never get it. I have been dreaming that I will find the girl I am in love with and date her and hopefully my dream will come true soon. It’s looking like it is going to happen, so I am way excited!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Dani

Narrative: Conclusion

Now as I get ready to leave Summit and everyone here, I feel so many different feelings. It’s going to be hard to be away from the people who I have become so close to and even though we will still try and hangout it just won’t end up the same. Whenever I move or change schools, my best of friends I end up eventually hardly talking too. Maybe this will be a test. A test to see if I can keep in touch with a few of the people I love. Part of me doesn’t want to leave, but I just crave the old life I used to have. The good parts anyways. I just love the crowd and all of the people that I just love talking to. I just really hope I don’t leave and forget about the people who have made such a difference in my life because I have done that so many times that it kills me to think about it. I guess it’s just another life lesson that I have to learn. If I want something, I actually have to give it my all to achieve it. I will achieve my goals because I am the master of my fate and I am the captain of my soul.

Alex

Narrative: Body Paragraphs

She told me I was going to get registered in a high school. I was devastated. I couldn’t believe that I would have to be going to a school with immature teenagers. It was bad enough that I was starting late in the year, but I also had no idea who these people were. She told me that I would be going to Lone Peak High School for the rest of my high school years.

We went into Lone Peak to the front office. The whole place was huge. I knew I could get so lost in this school. Then, the bell rang, and all these people started pouring out of the classes. I was immediately aware that this was a total prep school. I was right in assuming that I didn’t know anyone there. Everyone was staring at me like I was some foreign, giant insect that they had never seen before.

I was taken to a room where this lady told me what papers I needed before I could enroll. I went and told my mom and she said that we would have to go to a different school to get those. We headed to Orem to get them, at a school called Summit. I recognized the name because my brother and sister used to go there. They had always told me how fun it was, so I was interested in seeing what it looked like. When we pulled off the freeway, I had no idea what was in store for me.

When we got to Summit High School, we were told to go to Dan’s office. We went in and told him about our situation with the papers. He told us that he would need to be contacted by my caseworker and my judge before he could release them. I liked Dan so far. Then, my mom suggested something. She suggested that I start going to Summit.


-Aubri

Narrative Introduction

BEEP! BEEP! BEEP! I glance over and see its 6:30 I sluggishly drag myself out of bed “it’s too early”. I walk to the shower and turn on the shiny silver handles and I close the curtain a sensation of warm water overtakes my body. I say to myself “today is going to be a good day”. I hop out and get dressed I throw on my black SLIPKNOT shirt and put on my black pants and slide right into my size 13 black ADIO’s. My mom says “let’s go you have to go early today because I have to go in early the rest of this week”. So we go out the door I jump in the silver Grand Prix labeled Yankees. As we drive to my school I couldn’t wait to see the girl I was dating I just knew that today was going to be amazing, it was sunny, no clouds, feeling like a million bucks, nothing could ruin this. I have finally been ok for once in my life I have a caring family, at least where I was living we planed on watching the new Transformers movie my dad was so excited. We finally reach school and there she was standing and waiting for me I was so happy to see her she was the girl for me (or so I thought at the time) she runs up and jumps into my arms feeling of empty hope. The day seems to drag and feeling so anxious to leave I just stood up and walked out grabbed the love of my life my skateboard and went to heaven A.K.A. The skate park. Walking down the hall now equipped with the only thing that has not let me down feeling invincible. I get out the door and start down the side walk feeling like a free bird I skate across the street and its all empty feeling so specially like being V.I.P. I drop in and feel the overwhelming sensation of flying now the day is perfect can’t be any better. Bell rings time for lunch only running on half a tank so I need to get something to eat I sadly put away the love of my life in my dinky little locker. I get in line see that girl again so I go up by her and we kiss and we talk about what we doing tonight the rest of the flies by so fast not really paying attention to anything just day dreaming. I head back to heaven and fly till my mom comes and I see my dad in the front seat I’m so excited I run and give him a hug and hop in the back seat like a little kid who sees his father after a long day at work. We go to the doctors like a normal day he had to get his blood taken for dialysis and whatever else goes on for him its hard to see him so feeble he is supposed to be like Superman.

Rory

Narrative Rough Draft

Family

Have you ever felt like you don’t have anyone to turn to? When you need someone to talk to, do you ever feel alone? This used to be a problem I had every single day. I felt like my parents were just some friends that occasionally dropped by to see how I’m doing and what I’ve been up to. I have some amazing friends that I know will be there when I need them, but a lot of the friends I had growing up were really fake to my face.

When I turned 11 I was taken away from my parents. I felt like it was the worst thing that could’ve happened to me, even though they were never really there for me. I left all of the good friends I had as my supports to move to another family. A few months passed and I ended up going to live with my aunt and uncle. Going to live with them meant I was living with at least some family and I got to go back to the school with my best friends. Well turns out that my so called “family” disowned me and wanted nothing to do with me. I once again had no where to go, no one to turn to.

I fell into a deep depression and just decided to give up on thinking people could actually love me for the person I am.

A few more months dragged on. One rainy day, a very kind woman came to the group home where I was staying to meet me and see if I would like to go live with her in Eagle Mountain. We spoke for actually a very brief time, but I felt like she was caring enough that I could maybe give having a family one more shot. I know that it’s a foster family and it never crossed my mind that I, Rachel, could have a family that’s always there for me, cares for me, and doesn’t expect me to change the person I am to fit better into her family. Jen Miles is honestly the best thing that’s happened to me.

I’ve been living with her for a year and a couple of months, and she’s in the process of adopting me. I am so happy. I’m so very excited to have somewhere to belong and someone to belong to. My advice to you, “Never give up. Never think that there’s no one in this world that will love you and no one that you can belong to. You’ll all find a family some day. It may take sometime. It took me 16 years, but keep your faith and hope strong.

Families are the compasses that guide us. They are the inspiration to reach great heights, and our comfort when we occasionally falter and fall. I know why families were created with all their imperfections. They humanize you. They are made to make you forget yourself occasionally, so that the beautiful balance of life is not destroyed. “Other things may change us, but we start and end with family.” -Anthony Brandt

-Rachel

Narrative: Body Paragraphs

I watched as my mother walked upstairs to make sure I was alone. It seems to me that everything from that point gradually becomes fuzzy. From here on out I will need to use the accounts of others to supplement my own.

I moved into her bedroom. I knew what was there. On her new nightstand from Wal-Mart sat a bottle, a white, generic Tylenol PM bottle from Costco. It held somewhere around 400 pills. It had been used before, but it had enough for my purposes. I took the bottle into the bathroom, and setting it down I took off the lid. With two or three handfuls I, and the hospital staff, think I took forty or thirty of those blue capsules. After the first handful I knew that my stomach would have none of this. After struggling to keep down each dose of chemical, I hid the bottle in the bathroom and walked back to my computer to continue playing on the internet. There I sat, each minute my insides aching worse and worse. Soon I feared that I would not be able to hold it down. I got up and somewhat staggered back to the bathroom. My vision blurred slightly I vomited in the toilet, on the seat, and on my hand. I recall seeing bits of blue amongst the remains of my meal.

Everything below my heart felt like it was being mixed with an egg beater. I decided that a bath would help transition me between consciousness and the eternal. I sat there, stewing it felt like in the hot water and soap bubbles. After a half hour of slowly becoming sicker, I realized the bath was not helping. So I got out, drained the tub, and moved for my bedroom. I laid there, on my queen sized bed trying to suck it up and keep quiet. I heard my mother go back down stairs. Finally the second decision came. I got dressed and stumbled down the hall, down the two flights of stairs and into the basement. I lurched into her room and sat on her four poster bed. I looked her in the eyes, with mine full of tears. I said we need to go to the hospital. She asked why and I repeated the statement and said nothing more. She asked again, and I told her I overdosed. She got up and hurriedly put on another dress over her nightgown. The clock said it was around five now.

Every moment my mind grew more distant from my body. I became sleepy but could not sleep. So, after several minutes my grandmother, mother, and I set out for UVRMC. I tried to sleep as we came down the hill, past the sub station and followed the cliffs at Provo’s border to the hospital, all the while Elizabeth, my mother, told me to not fall asleep.

We parked at the far end of the ER parking lot. I slowly tottered my way through the darkening lot toward the double glass doors. We finally made it and I sat down. Elizabeth was doing something important as I surveyed the place. Soon my surname was called, and I slowly arose and reeled into the small examining room. A large, shaved headed man asked me what happened. I told him I overdosed because I was depressed. I said this five times, each more angry than the last. He kept asking why I did it. Was he not listening? Apparently I was slurring my words. We moved into a hospital room and they drew my dark almost maroon blood. My memory fades much from this point, but here is what I perceived.

I was given a Styrofoam cup of what they call charcoal. It was black, acrid, and thicker than motor oil. I tried to suck it down with a straw, nice wish. I saw a woman in black standing a little ways off in the hallway looking at me. They said that no one was there. Was this a woman a person who succeeded in her overdose? I remember reaching for a string that hung from my bed. It, like the specter, was never there, but I saw it. The last thing I remember is feeling something trickle down the back of my throat as darkness overcame me.

Nick B.