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alyssaohnoes — Thu, 31 Jan 2008 13:28:51 +0000

http://www.rottentomatoes.com/m/freedom_writers/articles/1568609/

I do not agree with this reveiw because i think the movie was limited to what people think of as real life but i suppose it was ment to be that way, the movie was ment to be insperational, sometimes real life lacks insperation so where do we suppose to get some, well this film could work ??

The little red hat.

alyssaohnoes — Tue, 18 Dec 2007 13:42:40 +0000

I recall the day , when i was only about 4 or 5 that i ran away from my house. I was angry, i wanted to leave my house and run away. I didn’t understand much, i was Young yet, but i knew what was happening , i didn’t like it. I remember that morning like it was yesterday. I was sitting at the breakfast table in my pajamas and my mother was trying to get me ready for school. My father was rushing as well, he was running late for work. I spilled my cereal on the table and then my juice. My mother jumped up and screamed at me to clean it up. She slowly looked at me realizing that i was not dressed for preschool. She screamed again, then slapped my back hard , there was no getting away from it . I ran off to my room and she ran after me , i crawled under my bed , some small crawl place for a child no where an adult would fit. She screamed for me to get my clothes on and go to school , and that she wasn’t going to give me a ride today. She stumbled around like the cat did after i grabbed on tight to it and spun it around then threw it on the floor. Now that i think back to that day i think she might have been drinking or smoking pot. When i got out to the kitchen again i slipped in the milk on the floor and fell hurting myself. She then shoved me out the door and i was down the path to preschool by myself. I was alone but i was safe.

The red door.

alyssaohnoes — Tue, 18 Dec 2007 13:28:58 +0000

The red door , it was always something mysterious to me. I never thought those things went on inside that door and when i walked through it, it was like walking into another planet. Inside that door was like nothing I’d ever seen before.

Before i went in that door I’d never seen anyone come in or out of it. I thought no one lived there, i though the house was abandoned. I thought the door was locked and no one would ever find the keys, no one would ever go into that door again. But one day one of my friends told me i should go try to open it, I slowly walked up to the door , large and red, It was intimidating. It looked bold against the white gray castle looking rock. I reached for the door handle and wiggled it a little not completely trying to open it maybe thinking my friends would think it was locked. Then i heard a scream, one of my friends, Dan, had snuck up behind me and decided to try to scare me.
“Ha, man you really jumped.” he said.
“Nah,” i said , “i was never scared”

The next day i walked over to that house with red door , and actually grabbed the knob and opened it with force this time. There was darkness, i was prepared for this. On the inside it was dusty and cold. I walked in and closed the door and pulled out my flashlight, upon turning it on i saw the body of an old man. I screamed and realized maybe why i hadn’t seen anyone coming in or out. I never told anyone what i found or ever went into that house again, its the only secret i could ever keep.

December, 24, 2006

alyssaohnoes — Sun, 16 Dec 2007 19:31:45 +0000

Tomorrow’s Christmas , I don’t want it to be Christmas! I don’t even believe in god, I’m not even religious, but Christmas has become more of a tradition than a religious ceremony for me. I’m scared my mother and father will come into my room tomorrow ready to open presents and indulge in Christmas time merriment, and find me , a mess on the floor. I look around my room where I lay, all i see is blackness. I wonder where i am, I cant tell, I could be anywhere, I could be lost, and this thought sends chills up my spine. The hard wood floor feels warm against my icy body, the crimson pool I created cradles me, my cold, scared, naked body. What will my mothers face look like when she sees what Ive done ? Will they even find me in the morning , or will they assume I just would sleep in and they’ll come to find my broken body later ? What will my father say when he sees me , if he even says anything, he might be shocked into silence and disbelief, hell hold my mother and just say quietly ‘Hilary…’. Will they call the cops ? Think I was murdered ? Will they send and ambulance to pick me up with the lack of care they will , faithlessness in today’s youth , the ambulance driver will call on his radio ’hey Bill , we got another one’ and that will be that. Will they have a funeral , closed casket ? No on wants to see how badly i mangled myself before i slowly slipped away. Or maybe they wont do anything, maybe they wont even look for me at all. I stare off into the darkness again, it hurts my eyes. I can feel my life slipping away, its close now, I’m almost gone , I’m almost dead. I’m surprised that the two “adults” that live in my house haven’t come looking for me yet. But then i hear footsteps in the hallway, but its not an adult, the footsteps are small like a child, then I think of my younger brother, hes only four years old. The footsteps stop in front of my door, why, how could i do this to him ? The door opens and light floods into my room but you still cant see very much of me , i tried to hide myself a little. He walks through my room , through my blood , o why did he have to be the one to come in and find me ? He does too , he finds after looking around the dark , then walks over to me ? “Jamie, whys it so dark in here?” he asks expecting an answer. i don’t know if I can though I’m too weak , I’m dying. It takes all i have to have one last conversation with him, one last time. “Ronnie,” I tell him ,”I have to go now.” He looks at me, i look straight, my eyes clod , i cant bring myself to look into his eyes. “But where are you going Jamie?” He asks me and i can hear the innocence in his voice. A tear drips down my face , it hurts so much to say goodbye to him, hes so Innocent. It hurts me to know I’m leaving him alone in this world. With my last breath I’ll say something that i never wanted to but always felt. “I love you Ronnie” I whisper. He lays down next to my cold body and I feel him , hes warm, then guilt reaches me, I’ve touched my little brother with death, but I can’t do anything so we just lay there together. He breaths slowly now , I know hes sleeping , hes at peace , hes not scared , he doesn’t know, and now its safe to leave … goodbye Ronnie, and then I’m gone …

Run Ronnie, Run !!1!!one!!

alyssaohnoes — Fri, 14 Dec 2007 20:16:38 +0000

grandmothers house for Christmas
she went to the store
i was left all alone
i drank some expensive rum
i found in the fridge
i don’t know what happened next
but i remember a big crash
and glass breaking
the dog barked
as he thought someone was there
then that hour i went to sleep
my grandmother came home
she didn’t make a peep
she didn’t wake me up
she just let me sleep
but when i woke the tree was still down
my grandmother sitting in the living room alone
my head pounding from the hangover i owned
she asked me what happened to the tree
i told her it was her dog ,
her doggy Ronnie

Run Ronnie, Run !!1!!one!!

History of online writing.

alyssaohnoes — Wed, 12 Dec 2007 20:27:50 +0000

my history of writing is posting poems on my myspace for Friends to comment , typing to friends on aol instant messenger, posting on an opinion fourum and posting bulletins on my myspace account.