GoodBye

     I will miss everyone. Every one has become my family. WE all became so close together. I love everyone in my class, including the other teachers, My years as a 8th grader are done. I am a senior now and I'm sadden. Me and my enemies are now friends, but we still fight sometimes. When I meat up with them at school I'm happy, but deep in side I'm sad. I will cry at the graduation, after we get our diplomas.
      Each year was different. Sometimes we got along. Sometimes we didn't.  We grew closer towards the end of last year, after presentations. My self grew close to one person, and now we are like sisters. When she is playing sports, I sit their and cheer her on. I love her like another sister. She is my family. The seventh grade was harder, when we found out next year is our last. AS we grew up we made true friends none like no other friends you have had before. It was tough, but we are glad to be their together.
   We have all the fun stuff to look forward to. Senior trip, graduation, prom, year book, and so much more. This year is going to rock. Learning that we get less work, cause we use computers is great. Doing our high school applications is hard. Because you want to live in the moment of being a senior.
        When the teachers take our work they give back, after the correct errors. To show us what is the problem and how can we fix it. It is hard. but it's worth it. My "boy friends" like to play football, so I can watch them play knowing how good their at it. Goodbye is a word I hate. I'm not ready to say goodbye to WSC. And it's not ready to say good bye to me. I love being a Senior but it's the goodbye I hate. 
    

Inside & Out

4 months, 3 days, 8 weeks before my 16th birthday. I never thought this day would come so fast. Just like in an instant you could be in your wedding dress or graduating from high school. Not like the one that makes you loose 40 pounds, 10 inches using the 10 minute instant fat burner. " Get it today loose 10 inches off your waist". I hate those commercials either your fat or skinny pick one. I really mean the instant were  anything in a blink of an eye. Everything you hoped and worked for is gone. An instant when the person you love you love got shot and killed right in front of you. The instant were me, Valary was in a comma for three years.
      It all started like a regular day. My parents fighting as usual and my sister throwing up in the bathroom. She has a eating disorder but my parents don't even notice. They're two caught up in their stupid web to focus on how skinny and pale Remi has gotten. She's 19 and I'm well you know. Any ways I got up to go to the bathroom to shower for school. " Remi how long are you going to stay in there and puke your brains out?" I asked. She swung open the door and pulled me in. It smelt like raw fish mixed with sour milk. " Hey will you shut your mouth, mom and dad don't know I'm pregnant yet!" " Wait?," " What! your knocked up, since when?" I screamed. I wonder how the hell did this happen. I mean I know how but with who? " Yeah since last month, what did you think was wrong?" " I thought you had a eating disorder!" " Me, noway Val you know me I eat twice as much on a regular basics.  " Everything started to make sense, the weird cravings, the throwing up, the sleeping more. How could I not have noticed. " So who is the babies father Remi?" I asked her. "It's Brian we have been dating for about a year and well you know happened next." " Wait Brian next door, he is white!" I screamed. " Yeah and we're Mexican-American big whoop, the main thing is i love him." I ran out the bathroom thinking could this day get any worse. An it did.....
        I pulled out of the drive way only thinking about Remi. How could she have done this? they were only dating for a year. Remi always told me she wanted to go to Julliard and practice ballet. Remi was the best ballet dancer I knew. She stared in Swan lake 20,000 times since the second grade. She always told me that no matter what happens she would always be there for me. Which is convenient now that in a comma. It sucks cause I won't see my niece or nephew and I've been in this thing for like two years now so I'm 17 and Remi is 21. Back to me in a comma. As I drove down the street I kept thinking about what kind of life she would have with Brian and the baby. She was the last person I thought about before.... The next thing  I knew my head was smashing in to my window. Glass in my eyes, blood trickling down my face. I felt a tear run down my bloody check as I lade there up side down. I saw foot steps running towards me. " Some one call 911!" I heard. The last thing I remember was doctors standing over me and my mother crying like I've never seen before. She was my last image before everything went black and never turned white. That was the instant were my world came crashing down two years ago. Over running a red light.