Metaphor Madness by Chelsea Case

My life is a runner, at first it looks good, and clear but then it turns around and starts to dim down. and as you hit the upwards slope of fame, your energy starts to disappoint the crowd. The booing and the crying is getting to your head. Soon you start to agree with the minds around you. becoming a runner can be a very hard technque to do. you first have to train most of the time work out those muscles you have never used before. but take a step by step fiist becomoing a runner can be a had thing or it can be an easy source it just depends on what your doing if you are not a very big runner. at first then you start out by walking each day with some running intervals like walking for about four to five minutes, then maybe jog for 60 seconds. next after that then you work at sustainable level, but the big key is warming up stretching out because when you dont stretch out then you do not get the high ability that you need to do and when you are doing your techniques for becoming a runner you want to have positive mind experiences. then by the time you are done you have reached our verdict point.



on a warm and chilled halloween day I was at my school sandy elementry. and my class and the other classes were having a party sitting down watching movies until school ended. we were celebrating halloween in our costumes and i was a devil. then the office people called me down to talk to some people from the state with my principal I was so scared I was only in 5th grade. So I just sat there answering there questions they had for me to answer. until this lady came from the state she was a dcfs worker and she told me she was a good lady i could trust but in my head at that time i was not sure I could trust her at all it seemed like something was very fishy. after that she checked me out of my school sandy elementry and took me to get some of my clothing items from my moms friends house. My life was falling apart from that point on. the case worker took me to the christmas box house for about three weeks. I have had visits with my family when i was at the christmas box house. after one of my visits with my mom the case worker told me she wanted me to meet my potenitial new foster family i was so mad but i was not giving in at all. after that i met them and my case worker set up a home visit so i could see what there home was like. Maybe a week or two after my visit with the wall family. on november 26 the day before thanksgiving day i had got a phone call from my case worker saying i need to pack up all my things because i was going to live with the walls. My life from that day forward was falling apart.

while i was in the foster home for a couple weeks now. the walls had made me felt so inportant and at home in there care it was not funny. they treated me with respect and they gave me love that is when i started coming out of my crooked shell of mine then slowly i started to come out of my crooked shell of mine and started to let them in. My life had its ups and downs in that foster home i had but that is just a part of life you can learn from your ups,downs and your mistakes. i learned if you try hard enough y0u will make through anything in this giantic world of yours. the best thing that was good aobut being in foster care was that i had a nice place to stay with a bunch of family who called me there own instead of just calling me a kid that there taking care of until his or her parents can get them back. I loved being in foster care for the time i had i got to do many things with them like go to disney land of first my first time in eleven years. I am glad everything worked out with my dad and he got me back after working hard enough to get me back in a year and a half. and now i live happly with my dad and my step mom for two years now. but Istill keep in contact with myt foster familythere the other part of my life.