The little people

Tiny people with Tiny hands
Tiny Feet and Tiny toes
Tiny lives and Tiny adventures

So small they cant be seen
So small they cant be heard
Caught up in the big world

Little people, with big problems
Little people, with big fears
Little people, with big dreams

The magical orange turban

Everyday, when I wake up, I have to get straight to work. My parents are ill and can’t take care of my siblings and me. So I do all the housework, get all the food and water, and I take care of my many brothers and sisters…for I am the oldest. When I woke up one morning, I got into my daily schedule…make my bed, clean my room, clean the bathrooms, then all the other rooms, and then…onto my parents bedroom.
I silently stepped into the dark, soundless room. I didn’t dare flick the lights on, just in case they were sleeping. I went over to the bed, and found my mother, motionless on the bed. Her face looked dead. No emotion behind her old, ageing eyes.
It took me a few minutes to register that my mother was dead. And my father was no were to be seen. I left the room in a hurry.
I told my Brother, who was the second oldest, that he was in charge. Like any annoying sibling, he asked where I was going. So I told him the whole horrible story. How mother died and father is missing. My brother, moot, asked how mother died. And I didn’t know, because I didn’t check. Moot went into the room, to check things out.
I heard something rustling behind the curtain, so I followed him in. I stayed at the door, because I’m a big chicken. While Moot walked across to room to the big king bed by the window, I stood guard at the door. Moot lifted the blanket and a puzzled expression crossed his face. I left the room, telling Moot that I had chores to finish.
Once I got out of the room I packed my bag and got onto my dog. I put on the magical orange turban of wannahawkaloogie…and flew away to find my father, just as the snow began to fall.

Dungeons and Dragons

read the artical

Most of the time when someone kills himself or herself, it’s not for one reason only. "I ran my hand along their spines, recognizing some but unable to recognize a couple towards the top." The books were kicked away, you wont ever really know if those books were at the top in the first place. And towards the top, meaning there were books on top of the Dungeons and Dragons books. You cant just pick two books and claim they are more responsible than the rest. You could have looked into the other books also, even if you did recognize them. "I set out to learn as much as I could about Dungeons and why my Billy had chosen those books to kill himself with" As you said before, these weren't the only books he killed himself with.

A religion or religious sect generally considered to be extremist or false, with its followers often living in an unconventional manner under the guidance of an authoritarian, charismatic leader.

And it might possible be a cult, I've never played or watched someone play. It could also be that you thought it was a cult, just to put the blame on something else, for your sons suicide.

Does your child spend excessive amounts of time with friends unsupervised indoors?
Just because they are indoors with friends does not mean they will kill themselves. When you get older you aren’t going to be outside as much as when you were a kid. Playing soccer in the street and riding your bike gets old after so long. And there are times where I feel like sitting down and doing nothing, unsupervised… ooh shame on me.

Does he question the rules and commands you lay down as a parent?
First things first… Just because the game is D&D, doesn’t mean girls don’t play it either, its not just guys you should be worried about. And how could questioning rules and commands be bad. It’s a good thing if they do that.

Are his grades slipping of late?
Everyone has their moments. Some more than others. And at the end of a school year, no one wants to do work. It really depends on what part of the school year is. At the beginning or the end of a school year is when I personally slip a bit. Not much at the beginning, but a little bit because I’m getting used to everything. Then at the end a little bit also because it’s the end of school and I feel like going home and not going back until school starts again. And that’s how most people are.

“Children always listen to their parents as long as they know they love them and have their best interests at heart. With a soft voice but stern hand, you can make a difference in your child's life.”
No matter how you say that, it will sound cheesy. Most kids do the exact oppisite of what their parents say. “Don’t touch the stove, its hot” “well how hot?” then they test it.

You need to put more information into the article, right now its bias.

Red Cape

Red cape in the wind
tall buildings high in the sky
off to save the day


all of Jan Von Holleben pictures

What Would You Do?

One day, you wake up in hospital. In the nearby bed lies a world famous violinist who is connected to you with various tubes and machines.

To your horror, you discover that you have been kidnapped by the Music Appreciation Society. Aware of the maestro’s impending death, they hooked you up to the violinist.

If you stay in the hospital bed, connected to the violinist, he will be totally cured in nine months. You are unlikely to suffer harm. No one else can save him. Do you have an obligation to stay connected?

I think I would stay. But really, its one of those things that you don't know untill it happens. You might think that you would stay connected, but if it actually happens, who knows what you would do.
I don't think its considered Murder, but it will be on your conscious for all you life. Just because you couldn't take 9 months to save a life. 9 months is a long time. But once your out of the hospital and the violinist is healthy, your will feel really goo about yourself. and thats all that matters.
But then again, you could get angry by being kidnapped, and caught up in the moment that you get up and leave. I don't even know what I would do.

Extras

The book Extras by Scott Westerfeld was fun to read. It started out slow and dull, but after the first few chapters it picked up its pace and became more and more interesting. It is a little bit upsetting that Tally Youngblood, the main character in the first three books, comes in after half the book is over. But everyone who has read these books will enjoy getting to know Aya Fuse, the new main character.
Since Tally Youngblood stopped the specials, nothing has been the same. You now have to gain your fame. And thats exactly what Aya was trying to do when she came across a secret clique. At first she was going to "kick", meaning uncover, this story. But when she went undercover as one of them, to find out more information, she stumbled across a greater story than anyone can ever imagine. This story is a life of death thing. If she tells everyone, he city will survive, but she might not; and if she keeps it a secret, her city, along with many others, will be destroyed.
Aya is so sure of her story that she doesn't think of other possibilities. So if she publishes the story she will have more problems than just the city killers.

SLC’s

If I were to give myself a participation grade for the last month in Mr. Ross’s class, I would have an 80/100. And that’s because I do participate, just not that much.
I don’t like to talk in class, because school is a downer, most of the time. But if I’m at a different place like home or a retreat… I have a lot more fun and I talk a lot more. And plus, in school we talk about school (who knew) and other things we learn about. Because we have to learn something and learning brings me down. Almost another topic is okay.
Another reason I don’t talk in class is because I’m shy. Last year I was in a Language Arts class with people I knew for at least two years. Because most of us had the same teacher the year before. So I was used to all these people and made a fool out of myself on a daily basis. But I’ve only known most of the people in class now for two months, with the exception of Katia and Brandee.
Some other questions you asked us to answer are: Think about who you were when we began this September. How have you changed? How have you grown? What are challenges or issues that you’re working on?
Well for starters, I started at this school with only a few friends because only a small group came from my school last year. And now I have a lot more friends. That’s how I’ve changed…and how I’ve grown, kind of.

Boxes and Paper Bags

Its hard growing up in a world where everyone thinks they are so ugly that they wear boxes on their heads, instead of paper bags. Its a disease, this ugliness. And you don't know who has it. Everyone wears a box! Some say, "this side up" or "Fragile". But no matter what the box says it wont tell you if the person under the box has the disease. I wish these boxes said "ugly" or even "caution". Even that would help a little bit. And its hard not being able to see your friends. Everyone is so self conscious that they wont take off their box, even when they sleep.

So one morning i wake up, my box on my head, and i really don't feel like going to school. So I start to think of all the possibility's.
1. i could suck it up and go to school.
2. i could pretend to be sick
3. i could go to the field
The field is a place you can go if you don't want to go to school. no one knows about it, except for the regulars... hard core bikers, gangsters, gamblers, and the occasional school-goer who decides to ditch their normal schedule and relax for a day. Since i'm not one of the first three that i mentioned, i don't normally go there. But today i just need to get out

So I get breakfast and head for the fields. Once i get there, the wind is so strong that it knocks the box right off my head. It sails up, higher and higher into the air. Some people look at me through their peepholes in their own boxes and i can see their eyes getting bigger by the second. No one has ever taken off their box in public, one person is so supprised that they fall down with disbelief. And one person started to take of their box, very slowly.