Saturday, May 30, 2009

The story of the boy, the girl, and the house near the beach


She sits beside him infront of the beach. On top of the sand. The sun sets along the horizon painting the sky purple, pink,and redish light red. They hug each otheras they sit and talk quietly so their parents won't notice they have scaped from home just to be together today. They sit quietly feeling the thin sea breeze that passes through the girl's hair making it swing from left to right smoothly. His hair moves the same way smoothly. Their hair swing everywhere but they don't care. They care about not getting busted. Not getting in trouble. Not this night. This evening. This day. Not today, we have to stop just following our parents' rules. Love is love. "We will be together until the end right?...." the girl says touching his cheek and sliding her hand back in the sand. He grabs a purple obscure shell and grabs her hand. Then he opens her hand, puts the shell inside her palms of her hands and then says "as long as we're together, there is no ending........". The sea moves up and down the sand. The palms swing with the wind. The girl looks into the boy's eyes. They are dark but the most beautiful she's ever seen. He touches her hair and slides his fingers through her hair like a brush. "Lets make today last forever......... we're not going to fall apart like the others." She blinks and the moment is gone like mist. She finds his photograph between her hands and a fresh teardrop beside her ear. She grabs her now white hair and the hair clip she wore that day. She looks at an old man in the photograph. Then at the folded United States flag that lays beside her bed. At least beside her bed that is inside the old house that she once lived in when the sea met her and the boy's feet. The house near the beach. The house she'll always remember. Together with the boy that she'll always dream of. The boy she married the week she became 18. The boy she saw turned to dust after he left to the military that rainy day......

Thursday, May 14, 2009

Conclusion


School days go on fast, at least from my point of view. This year has been one of the hardest years since all the other years. Why? One thing is Duke TIP. Then TAKS test. However, we did have something that really affected us, hurricane IKE. But it wasn't over just yet, here came all the holidays and the one-day-of-because-of-a-case-of-the-Swine-Flu. It all stopped us all! Now look at us we had to take the SAT, Stafford test, TAKS test, the Iowa test, and some others the G/T test. Too much big tests hu? Uh-hu this is so much in so little time! however, here came what we had been hoping for, a trip to Austin TX to the capitol and to the University or Texas, and A & M University! All for Duke TIP. I attended most field trips though. MOST of them. Anyways, the year was hard and the homework worse. Don't ya'll agree? I agree with myself! Anyways lets get to the point now, I hope I see you all next year in Algebra math for 8th grade. I want to at least pass the first 8th grade days with ya'll before going to Mexico forever. Please take a minute to think of all we have done this year and draw a smile in your face and be proud of how far you've gone! Keep it up until next year and forever. I hope I do too. :-( Ima miss you when I go to Mexico.

Friday, May 1, 2009

The Story of one girl

I have to just look for him,
look for him in the morning,
after and before classes,
when I walk alone in the hallway,
when I pass close to his classes,
I have to look up and look for him.
No matter what, I just can't stop.
I could just stare at him for hours,
if it weren't rude,
or if it weren't obious to see,
the feelings I hold for him.
At lunch,
when nobody is watching,
I watch his dark eyes sparkle,
his bright smile shine,
his hair wave as the A/C,
hits him.
I try to not make it obious,
to not let anybody know,
about this secret,
the secret which I hold very close to my heart.
By: Elizabeth Sand0val
I just made this up too :-)

The boy in the class

Who is that boy,
that boy that I have to look at during,
lunch time,
and during classes,
why does he look back,
as I look forward?
He looks at me when I look at him.
Is it that he feels my eyes raising and falling?

The boy in my class sits almost infront of me during one class,
I keep on having to look up at him,
as if a bomb would fall and I would save him.
Its not that a farytale would take place,
but I still look up,
why?
Why?
Why do I just HAVE to raise my eyes,
from those pages with words?
I know nothing threathining will happen.
So why do I look up at him?

Everytime my eyes look at the back of his head,
I notice,
he turns around,
or just looks back,
maybe he feels the same,
he has the feeling,
or perhaps just to talk to his friends across the small corridor of chairs.


by: Elizabeth Sandoval

Not that this happens to me in class, I just made this up ;-)



not really