Metaphor maddness by Susana Aguero

Imagine your self in a school that you know ever person their. Tell one day that your parents ask for you to go in their room and tell you that we are moving. That is what happen to me and I was in 4th grade just a few weeks for the end of the school year. I don’t know how you guys would feel if that were to happen to you, and I don’t know if that’s happen before to you, I have no idea what’s going on in your life. That occurred a few years ago.

Changing schools is very hard, when you have been in the elementary school for ever I mean 5 years having friends and knowing them sins ever. That was a big change in my life. The change came really fast something that I didn’t want to happen. The school year begun in my new school every thing was difficult I didn’t know anybody. Tell one day a boy came up to me and asked me if I needed any help with my work. His name was William Lu; he was being very nice to me. He was the first friend in the new school that I had to attend. During lunch a few girls came up to me and William when we were eating our lunch of cores. The girls asked me for my name “Susana” I said. I said to myself I think William knows them he started to talk to one of the girls tilling them that I was know to the school this year. Hey I think I noticed so where you from, one of the girls are asked me. I told them that I was here (Las Vegas) but that I only had moved from cities which it wasn’t that big of a change. I lived in Las Vegas and then I moved to North Las Vegas. Some weeks passed by I started to hang out with the girls it was pretty cool ones I started to know them better. One of the girls that I used to hang out with was a girl named Wendalina but she preferred Wendy, she was a really good friend, we hanged out even after school my mom knew her mom which was really nice.
Wendy’s family loved camping or just go out to explored whatever was around them one day (it was a weekend) Wendy calls me on the phone and says if it possible if I can go to a place called valley of fire and I said holed on let me ask my dad. I got back on the phone and told her “My dad said if my brother and sister can go yes.” Wendy said okay no problem ill pick you up tomorrow in the morning, because its going to be hot very hot. The the day passed by and sudenly it was the day we were going to Valley of fire i was exited me my brother and sister woke extra early, it was a bet occuerd but we would deal with it. My was up at that time i think she knew that we would do that like always. It was 8:00 in the morining and I hored a horne in the front of the house "I think its time for you kids to go," my mom saide. let go and say bye to dad my brother said we thought that he was still sleeping but he was in the family room, that was his favorite place in the house. In my oppinon its was a very good time we saw very intresting thing on our way ther it was a bet fare from the city, but it was worth it. Months passed my dad went with a freind to a pool game i was about 11 years old and when my dad was going back home he got poled over by a police officer. When that happened he got a DUI when i fowned i felt like if the wind were to push me in to a brick wall. My mom and my brother had to got to the bank to get money to get him out. So there they went to the bank to get the money and they lift me in the house with my older sister. After a few hours my mom and my brother were back with me dad . I was so happy to see him again it felt like i havent seen him for years.

Metaphor Madness by:Brittney Golder

My life is a cloud in the sky. It can be really white and beautiful. Sometimes though its gray and dull looking. It can be cheerful but, other times it rains because its sad. Sometimes you see different shapes of clouds and you can see cool shapes of animals and other things. Clouds look puffy, bright, wonderful, and you can never be sure what they will look like tomorrow, or if there will be any clouds tomorrow.

One day after I came home from school there was a phone call for me. It was a man who I have known before but not to well. He has seen me play basketball before and thought that I had some talent. So he asked if I would like to come and try out for this basketball league he was putting together. Of course, I really wanted to try to play on a better team and here was my chance. It was so unexpected, just like you never know what the cloud will look like or if it will even be there tomorrow.

I was so excited that this man remembered who I was and thought I had talent. I mean he even wanted me to try for his team, how exciting. I was so happy and cheerful that I was like a cloud floating freely in the big blue sky, happy, cheerful, and bright. But, I still had to try out for the team and there was still a chance that I may not even make it.

I went to the tryouts! They were difficult but fun and I was learning new things. It was about a two hour long tryout and I was exhausted afterwards. So, obviously I wasn’t in shape and needed to work hard to get into shape.

It had been a week after the tryouts and I still had no phone call back. I figured that I hadn’t made it on the team. I was a cloud on one of dull, sad, depressing days that clouds have. I seemed very gray just how clouds are on sad days. I decided that I had to face the fact that I didn’t make it on the team and look for another team to be on.

On a Saturday morning I got a phone call from the coach. He said that I had made it on the team!!! I was so excited and so was my mom. She took me out to breakfast she was so happy for me. I couldn’t believe it after I had told myself that I hadn’t made it on the team I actually was!

I knew that I had to get into to shape to show him that he made a good decision picking me. I had to work harder on my shooting, dribbling, and everything I could possible to get better. My mom told me that he could be really hard on me if I made a mistake and to be prepared and just suck it up and take it.

Our first practice as a team was great. I was floating on a cloud and no one could ever bring me down off of it, I was just so excited I was on this team. He put me playing the 5 position, which is usually where the tallest player plays, it’s the middle position pretty much. It was a hard practice and I got yelled at a few times for not doing something right. But every time he yelled at me I wanted to make my mistake perfect so that it would never happen again.

After the practice I went home and cried because I had been yelled at so much. It was a cloud on one of the sad days when it rains because they are said. My mom told me no one was perfect and everybody made mistakes. She told me he only yelled at me because he knows that I can do so much better than what I was doing and he was just pointing it out by yelling.

Our first game came! I was so excited but nervous. I was a combination of a some of a white, bright, cheerful cloud and a grey, scared looking cloud. I was scared that my coach may not approve of how I play. But I was excited too because it was my first game of the season. He put me in to start. I was confident because I knew the plays and how to play. I got in trouble sometimes for doing things wrong but that’s how you learn. We won the game by ten points and that made our coach very happy.

We had a great season and I became one of his first string players. It was awesome. Just how clouds are on a nice summer day when the sky is bright, cheerful, and looking great.

Metaphor Madness by Brittany Atkin

My life is a roller coaster, it has its ups and downs, twists and turns and loopty-loops. Sometimes it can be exciting and make you want to scream and laugh, or it can have the loopty-loop that just sickens you and you just feel like you’re going to throw up. The thing is with roller coasters is it is life, you say to the conductor “let me off” but he cant stop the ride for only one person and ruin the ride for everyone else just because you are sick of it. No matter how much you want to they can’t stop the ride for you, just like life. It must keep going on even if you don’t like it. In my life I’ve had my roller coaster moments. I’ve been through those ups and downs and loopty-loops. And just before I thought it was over, it goes for another round. You don’t know when the ride will stop, only fate determines that, but if you do get sick of it don’t be that one person that has to stop the ride for their own fun.
It was Easter morning, beautiful, bright, birds chirping and everything seemed right…until my dad woke me up. You see, my grandma had been dealing with bone cancer for a while and she seemed as healthy as ever and lively until a few weeks ago. That’s when she got really sick. She got to the point where she couldn’t even talk because of the cancer in her jaw and the pain, but she never complained. That morning, Easter morning was different from any other ones because she had died just an hour before I woke up. The second my dad told me that, I didn’t really believe him. I kept denying that she was really gone. It took me about ten minutes to snap out of it and realize that it was true. This was my big downfall, the scary, unreal part. This whole time had been hard for me and my family, my mom was never home because she spent the past few months up at her parent’s house helping them.
I rarely ever saw my mom except for a few minutes in the morning but during those minutes she was sleeping, so we never talked. My dad I rarely saw either, he was working overtime to ear some extra money since my mom didn’t work at all. It was just me and my older and younger brother (Jordan and Brady) at the house. My dad normally got home at nine but my mom got home at one a.m. mostly. Jordan wasn’t much of a help though with watching my little brother, he was always with friends or wandering around somewhere just to get away. With him gone, I was stressed. My grades started dropping and my parents were worried. Since we never talked they always thought something was wrong with me, which they questioned. And of course that just made me mad, I don’t think we went more than one day without fighting. This was my loopty-loop. The part that just sickened me so much I felt as if I was going to throw up. The only place where I found at least some peace was at school. There I didn’t have to worry about what I should feed my little brother every night or if my mom were to come home or not. There I could just have fun with friends and hang out. I looked happy, always smiling and laughing, just a normal person. But I wasn’t, I was different, I always found myself depressed or about to cry and not knowing why. I felt as if I was yelling at the conductor to get me off and he was just standing there looking at me, with a blank face, laughing and taunting me.
After about a month and a half or dealing with this, it stopped. This was my great finale, the ending, the “up”. My mom came home and my dad takes off work sometimes to make up all the lost time with us. My mom still has to work overtime though to make up the work she missed. Things started to slowly get better, my grades got back up but my parents and I still fought over everything but rarely anymore. My mom doesn’t look as sad anymore and neither do I, but I still see my mom cry sometimes. As for me I’m just fine, better than ever, although I know things will never be the same.
I think what kept me going and to get me through it and not be the one person that ruins the ride for anything, is knowing that it would all be over soon. Every day I thought to myself “don’t worry it will be over soon” and sure enough it was. I still find myself sad sometimes but not all the time. So finally, my biggest pain and worries were all over, the conductor let me off, and surprisingly I didn’t choke, freak out, or throw up. Life is a roller coaster, no matter what twists and turns come in our way; we can handle it and make it off in one piece.

Metaphor Madness By Alexia Ramos

My life is a rollercoaster I have my ups to the point that you
Can feel your life is complete and then here comes the bad news from
My family and then I feel that my life has ended and nothing will change
It back to when I was happy and I can’t go back in time to stop it. My
Family says I should go to a therapist but I choose not to. And I feel that
I am alone in the world. And as time goes by I just keep thinking of what I
Could have done to make it better some days I feel that it is my fault and
If I wasn’t born that it would never have happened. My cousins are the ones
Who I think took it the hardest and they really loved her she did nothing but
Take care of them and my cousins took care of our grandmother they took care
Of her because they felt that she was there mother because there real mother
Was never really there for them so our grandma was there for them but as soon
As she was gone the whole family was hurt but the girls had been hurt the most.
My poor youngest cousin thought that she would see her at school in her school
Seat and her looking straight at her and disappear gone but she would see her
Every day in the same spot and the same thing happened over again and again
Soon she told her older sister and she told their mom so then they moved schools
Never to forget her. My cousins were sadder but I was there for them they would tell
Me every thing I was a diary for them I kept all their secrets, crushes, dates they went
On, and I even got them together with the guys they really liked I was set and they
Were set they had guys that every girl wanted but soon after that my cousin Sabrina
Hated me because I wouldn’t let her have my ex-boyfriend that she was crushing on
It hurt me real deep inside I had lost a really good friend and worse I lost
A family member that I loved and wanted to take care of. I was hurt and sad
That me and her had been friends ever since we were 5 years old with no fights
And even over a guy but I was sad I started going Emo because of the deathAnd fighting I thought it was stupid so I just stopped talking to my cousin and
Any other family it made me feel really cold my skin started turning white I was
A ghost I only would go upstairs a night when every body was a sleep I wouldn’t
Eat till 3:00 am I would sleep almost all day I had no friends that I could
Talk to or make me laugh I was the most quiet person in the school
And it started concerning my teacher they would try to talk to me
After class but I would look at them then look away I wanted words
To come out and say I am the saddest person her I have no friends
And I have no feelings and as you can see I don’t get very much sun
But still nothing ever came out of my mouth my friends that I had before
Thought that I had turned in to a weird person thinking that I was
Going to be a pothead drunk that would soon be her kids and then
Go to jail and regret everything I have done. I feel that I will end
Up that way but my hope is the only thing right now that is keeping
me from dropping out and not running away. Now I have learned that
You have deal with it sooner or later so I decided to go to counseling
And just get rid of all my sadness. I did and now I am slowly making
Friends and me and my cousins are making up I message her on
My myspace and she messages me back and it gives me that worm
Felling from taking that first drink of hot chocolate with and we
became friends again and thats the end of my story.

Metaphor Madness by Clayton Powell

Life is a bubble. All you want to do is hold that bubble and not let it ever pop. Then the bubble can pop. It then it all comes crashing down. In that moment you just want to hit rewind over and over again until the bubble does not pop. Life is exactly the same it has its up and downs. When the bubble pops, you have try and try and try again to get the bubble to stay. In the end though, eventually it will pop. You have to fun with the bubble while it lasts. Life is the same you eat,you love,you sleep,you poop, you have fun, and you just enjoy it. It ends though everything ends just like the bubble.





My life let me think about it. It's been really really good. It's flashing by me. Its as if I am looking at a bubble there it is then it's gone. My good situations in life have to be when I first found out about soccer. Soccer is a really good fantasy to me. I can't wait to make that fantasy a reality. When I play soccer nothing in my life bothers me. It is just me and the ball out on the field and my teammates. My bad situations have had to been girls. Girls are trouble I've cared about a lot of girls. This year though I liked this girl that just broke my heart.It's all good now though I'm getting over it. I cared about her a lot but, she didn't feel the same way.This is one of the moments were my bubble just popped.





Now all I worry about is soccer, family, friends, and god. Chruch has been one of the most influentual things in my life. It is one of the most important things in my life. Without Church I would be lost in this world. My mom and I never used to go to Church but, we started a few years back. When I first started going to church I thought it was one of the gayest things in my life. Now I look forward to going to church. Don't get me wrong Church does not change the person I am acutally Church has made me the person I am today. I got to the Mormon Church and a Nazerene First Church of Chirst. To me I'm neither Mormon nor Nazerene. I'm a strong Christian. This has been one of the bubbles I've been able to blow and keep in my hands.


Life ends just like a bubble. Of course your going have bad days. Then you going to have those good days. Your going to have lovers. Your going to have heartbrekers. Your going to have promotions. Your going to have A+ in school. Your going to have accomplishments, and breakdowns. Just live!!!

metaphor maddness by cherrish simpson

My life my......... my is no other life its painful and joyful at the same time. so I don't think I can really put my life in a metaphor but if Ihad to i would say my life is like a roller coaster I have my up and down times then i got my round and round times then it just stops at times. I don't really know how to write this thing but she said put your feelings in it and your life so her goes............ When he went in i thought he was never gonna come out I didn't know what to think "hes my only one and my best friend I love him no no no he cant go no he cant I wont live no I wont no"! when the Doctor told me he only had two hours my heart dropped to the floor my head was empty my body was numb. I thought it was end of life. "I have no point to life any more"!!!!! I lost all control every thing was black i couldn't see nothing."What do i do?!!!!!!!!"

"Cherrish calm down breath". "NO NO NO!!!!!!! I cant I LOVE HIM he cant go !!!!!!" I walked into the hospital room there he was tears rolled down my face dropped to the cold tile floor. "daddy". my body shook as if I was in a earthquake I had no ideal what to do. "who is she". "That's Cherrish your daughter?." "huh". I ran out I couldn't take it. "Its gonna happen huh hes gonna die huh tell me don't lie.!!!!!!" I couldn't take it it was worst thing i ever went thru I wanted to die right there.

"STOP!!! cherrish don't do it don't its not worth it. " YES it is if he gose so do I. "god please watch over him please. dear lord don't take him now lord I need him god if he gose then take me frist let him live please lord i will do anything lord please i beg you amen". I love you daddyI love you so much okay don't forget it iam here. hes pillow feels with my tears my body feels with undescribeable pain my feet turn cold as ice. Daddy please don't leave I need you I promise i will change my ways I will do what ever it takes to keep you here even if I have to give you my life my last breath just to keep you here I will give anything daddy I love you. itten out there hes all I could think about not a day went by with out tears for him , not one night I went to sleep with out crying.

The day I got that call I cryed tears of joy " Hes comen home yes he made it"! "Ummmm cherrish we meed to talk "ok" " look your dad is comen home because they told him that he couldent live wth out a tube down his throat so he said I don't want it so if iam gonna die send me home so I can die there". "So hes comen home to die?" Well no hes comen to gat better hopfuly we'er gonna help him get better. "A nurse will come help get better.


My eyes fill up with pain and hurt the pain and hurt roll down my face to my mouth I can taste the bitter taste of pain and hurt and its NASTY I hated it never do I want to relive that memory ever and I hope no one has to live the things I did.

Metaphor By Bo Bennett

Life is hunting, especially with a bow. You want that moment when the perfect deer walks into the view of your gun sights and you finally get the chance to pull back. Its finally pulled back and the wait for the perfect shot begins. You hold and hold by the time you want to fire your arm is tyred. The shot is lost with the deer. Everybody want that monster buck to walk by. Sometime you wont find it or you cant find a deer. Most head hunt but eventually people just go for the little one. With a little bit of time and patients you become the last one in the tree stand. That very evening while all the deers are starting to lay down for the night. You see him again this time he walks into the open you pull back and let go hopping not to miss. Not to worry your shot dropped that monster right were he stood.

The day in the forest waiting for the monster deer to come into my sights. I could swearer it was forever but still never happened. The next day I came home to go to school but I couldn't think at all, I was worried that something was going to happen and I would never get to see the new deer. Maybe I wasn't going to hunt the son of the monster.

In the middle of the day not expecting to get out early my mom came and picked me up from that horrible day at school. We went back to the car and she said are you ready. I didn't know what to say but all that ran through my mind was did it really happen had my deer been shot.

I walked into the forest and instantly found my deers family but its not around. I walked further and I found it laying down but I couldn't believe my eyes there next to her was a little deer I called Kamara

With all of the waiting i did, coming back to that forest area where the deer graze constantly. I know it wasn't up to me when i got to see this prised deers daughter. When I did I instantly knew I was going to there for it everyday of my life and show her love. Waiting for somthing that might not happen will probably end up leading to something else.

Life is Like a Game Board By: Cami Packard

Life is like a Game Board

In life we are supposed to follow "the path." We all start on the same path and later may choose to follow a different path. To stay on the right path, we have to make the right choices. Some of the choices we make can make us fall when we were doing so good, and living the high side of life. One wrong choice can change you whole life. Like on a game board to get to the end, you usually have to sacrifice things, go through good and bad, and take chances. It tries to trick you by putting these blockades to stop you from you success, like the world today. There are so many things on this earth, like the game board, that try to stop us from getting to the end. What path will you choose? People playing this game board, can choose to win "fair and square", or cheat for their success. It is your choice to decide, what you will choose.

In my life I have taken many chances. When I have taken these chances, occasionally I get in trouble. I then try to start back fresh, choosing the right paths, but then suddenly I do something else. At times it was really hard for me to try and get back on the right path. There are so many influences on this game board that try to lead you the wrong way. Just from choosing what kind of friends you hang out with. Even just by choosing what I am going to wear. Every time I lower my standards, I can feel myself straying farther and farther from the pathway. Someone inside me is telling me to go back and live my life the way it was before this. At the same time as I am listening to myself, I keep trudging through the dark and lonely forest. I wish I had my old friends, and go back to life the way it used to be. Times have changed, and I know they won’t accept me. For I have new “friends.” I am not sure if they even care. Right now I just have me, and that’s all.

Slowly someone inside myself tells me, I need to go back, to how it used to be. With friends who cared about me, where the sun shines brightly, and there was life brought back in me. I start running home just like a bullet, being shot out of a gun. Through the scary, dark forest, running faster and faster every time I touched the light ground. I am going back home, where there is the straight and narrow path, where I belong. Though I have needed to be placed here so many times before, through all my struggles and hardships, there is always room for me here. You have unlimited times to get back on. The hard part is to not stray to far, or you won’t find you way back, to this path, the path where you belong.

Life is like Wicked [the rollercoaster]. BY MARIA ZOLOTSEV

Life is the swift, speed of light, Wicked rollercoaster in the heart of Lagoon. As life unexpectedly straps you in, and you have not one single clue at what you’re about to face. At times it’s impossible to withstand the exhilaration, where otherwise you grasp on with anticipation and cold, dripping, sweating palms. The ride begins as you steadily maintain the courage in your veins. Life then shoots you up into skyscraper highs at times and even the downright dirt lows. Sometimes, you have the choice to hold on with your eyes glued shut or nervously forced open through the air defying twists and stomach churning turns, either way there is no erasing the pen on paper. You possibly will pray for your dear life as you dangle over a precipice or you develop a conflagration of exuberance in a matter of seconds. It’s just what you make it. Around you, you aren’t alone; there is a coalition of miscellaneous emotions on the expelling ride, some companions, others—strangers. Every moment is valued, every minute is remembered, and every person spares time before the greasy brakes scr-e-e-e-ch to an earsplitting halt…gravity then is forever omnipotent all appears as a dream.

We all are authors in our own way, the problem is we all write in pen and can’t erase what we do. Is it a mistake or maybe it’s just a method of life? Nobody can clarify for certain but sometimes the Wicked rollercoaster lingers for its next victim to obtain, waiting to grasp you with its heartless handlebars and tie you down; leading you through a time warp in life. The sentiment is something no novel, dictionary, or word can elucidate…only attempts can be made. So let me inform you the best I can about the time I was strapped on, without warning, on Wicked; the traps of all traps and the maze I am pushed to go in.

If you remember your first time in Junior High, you’d know the word in usage would be unpredictable. It’s a start to an finish, and beginning to a start. It’s the new satisfaction and also a new armored enemy. Hold on, this is the part where I come in.
Me…Maria. Age 12, knees shaking, my heart pounding like a million drums; that’s about all I can tell you at this point. The only bright side is I have a bucket load of buddies and lifetime friends holding me up when I am tossed down. Safety straps. I arrive and you can practically hear the theme song of this new comedy show flash on and the conductor tells you the rules of the ride and to keep your arms inside the journey at all times. Wait a minute. Flash back. It was Mrs. Covington’s strict voice over the school’s intercom blabbing on about the no-hugging policy and so on, no disrespect, but seriously I had other things to do. This was the ‘Hillcrest Junior High’.
The bell rings and I scurry on to class with the other ‘sevies’ and sit in my seat for the next five minutes. WOW, first one in my seat eh? Others soon join and accompany my lonesome self (aka loner) and the moment the handlebars lower onto my lap. Everyone is in their permanent seat and no living thing is getting up under any circumstances. Fortunately, to my surprise, the class didn’t leave me snoring like an old man in church. To be precise, I had a heck of a time. All day my stomach was aching from laughter, I was impressed with the ‘homies’ I gained, and man, the teachers hadn’t yelled at me and they weren’t like the old coots back in elementary. Me…Lucky? For sure. The rollercoaster’s rockets blasted me up as I was strapped in, just kept shooting straight up into the tip top as the day progressed, like a rush of energy fulfilling my body at 65 miles per hour. I was at the moment in 7th period, talking and chattering the day away and nothing in the world could go erroneous…so I thought.
The final bell boomed through the empty hallways and the vacant area was compacted with 700 students rushing back to their homes, a stampede if you ask me. It was like being in the Lion King movie when the stampede of animals rushes back and forth. Now, my life at this point on Wicked, I was experiencing twists and turns, jolts and rushes, whatever the action was I was amazed at the damage the student body can do…the hallways are a huge washing machine for heavens sake! A short ‘sevy’ was making her way through the crowd in an instant she disappeared into the sea of people. “She’s a goner.” I remember thinking.
She needed to hold to the handle bars…but no.
I made my way through the crowd, eyes wide open and aware of the wild surroundings. There, I wondered outside of the Hillcrest doors and into freedom. At this point, you might as well turn on the ‘final countdown’ song. Inspirational.
My friend, Maygon, and I made our way to her house, located so close to the school that they were practiacally neighbors, to hang out and talk about what went down that day. Of course, to get to her house we had to go downhill to the destination. I was aware of everything and in the best mood I’ve ever been it…too bad I wasn’t aware of the next single thing. GULP. Let’s just put it this way; it poured buckets of rain down the hill and I was so unaware of the slippery shreds of grass. In an instant, I fell…well, tumbled to be honest.
SPLAT. That’s right. Happy first day of school? That was not the situation. I landed going faster then the wind, rolling and tumbling on the ride screaming my dear head off, just to land flat on my back, into a deep puddle of murky mud. Egh. There went the sudden fall on my ‘Wicked’ adventure approximately 70 MPH and rated -1000 on my mood scale.
My newest clothes were a mess and I was so surprised that it wasn’t even funny. Twists and turns, ups and downs, everything had suddenly crashed after such an ideal day. You would think I was ‘okay’ but my no-I-don’t-think-so look was enough of proof already. It was a nightmare. PURE NIGHTMARE.
Oh, and lets not forget Maygon, oh no. She, herself obviously had done this before and hadn’t given me warning. She sat their laughing at me like a hyper hyena. Companion, huh? Pshhh.
Like all people I’m not perfect. Sometimes to get somewhere in the world you have to just go on the Wicked to lead you there. It’s up to you whether you want to have a good time or have a horrible, no good, time. Bottom line; Life is a Wicked rollercoaster. Just be strapped in, hold on the safety bars, and take off with best intentions, it’s all you can possibly do.

Life is like Guitar Hero.. By: Kilee Livingston

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Life is like a Guitar Hero…



Life is like a Guitar Hero, you get the television on and plug up the system your going to play it on and you get to pick your characters and dress them and if you want to have Easy, Medium or Hard and then you get to pick your songs. I got Guitar Hero for Christmas so I haven’t had it for a long time. There are Blue, Orange, Red, Yellow and Green keys to play with. You pick your song and it loads up for you. You wait for awhile and then when u get to the main screen it will show your band a whole group of people by the stage watching to see what you got. When u start some of the songs start out fast them slow you hit the keys to get the crowd going. When you get used to it, it starts to get harder and easier at the same time. You get the guitar wrap the strap around u put her pointer finger the green your middle finger on the red and the finger next to your middle finger on the yellow when the main screen comes up you get ready and then you hit the colors that are shown on the screen to play music there are long notes that you hold for however long it goes so you can get the blue flames and a lot of points to pass the level you are on and to get new songs. You can verse these people on this on the screen and you have to verse them to get to the next new songs so you can play them. Some of them are very hard to pass. You get to try to mess them up there’s this thing that is a circle and it has red as in horrible yellow as in medium and green as in rocking like a rock star. If you get to red you get booed off the stage, if you get yellow its in between so it depends on if its going down to red or going up to green and if you are in the green part the crowd goes wild and starts to cheer loudly. Playing Guitar Hero is like you on the stage right there playing your guitar in front of a whole group of avatar people that you don’t know. Or it’s like playing at your house at a party and you’re trying to rock out your brain so it won’t be so horrible. Guitar Hero is so fun you won’t be able to stop because it so addicting to play, I even can’t stop playing it its fun and it sometimes hurts your fingers. It’s just really fun and it gets you not to be bored anymore when you are so bored our of your mind. Guitar hero is my life almost anyways. If I didn’t get into Guitar Hero or if I didn’t have it my life wouldn’t be like this.

Life is Like..... By:McKaela Evertsen

Life is like Syrup… It’s sweet and sugary but sometimes it gets sticky. We love a situation at first but after a while things will get hard. And it’s up to us to give up, or wash our hands and try again. Life is good but it will be hard and the best thing to do is laugh, laugh at the sweet moments and laugh at the sticky.

Life is not easy, and for my Elementary School years they were anything but easy. Since I had started school I felt left out, everyone had none each other forever and I was the new girl. From First to Fifth grade I was always trying to fit in with the cool girls “Madie, Alex, Emma, and Callie” but I was always the odd one out. I felt like a weed in a garden of flowers. That was until Sixth grade. Alex, Callie, and Madie were all in the same class but Emma and I were in Ms.Weiss’s sixth grade class. It was the best year of my life!! I learned that if someone didn’t like me for who I was then I shouldn’t try to change so they would like me. And weird enough I started to fit in and get more friends.
I was hurt over and over again for being someone I thought would fit in, but if I would have just been myself from the start I would not have to go through those pains. But that is how we learn, by our mistakes. No one ever said life was easy, but they did say that it was worth it.

When you feel like giving up just know that things are going to get worse before they get better, but things will get better. If I had never had gone through those trials in Elementary school I would never had gotten such good friends now. Remember that something good will come from something bad.