Tuesday, March 31, 2009

The Fear

Although this is the name of one of Lily Allen's songs, it has nothing to do with music. I got my inspiration for this story from a friend. I know that some of you might not understand the meaning of this story. It's okay if you don't. I'll understand. Without further ado, here is the story.

The Fear


It’s the fear of: finding beer bottles when you get home from school.

It’s the fear of: knowing that the hat can come off at any moment.

It’s the fear of: knowing that the yelling is all you’ve ever known.

It’s the fear of: hearing the voice cutting through the night.

It’s the fear of: seeing those glinting eyes in the darkness.

It’s the fear of: hearing the lash, when you didn’t do anything wrong.

It’s the fear of: seeing the veins pulsing out of the neck.

It’s the fear of: feeling the blood well up from the welts.

It’s the fear of: knowing that when you cry, it will only make things worse.

It’s the fear of: finally telling someone you trust what’s going on, that they won’t believe you.

Monday, March 30, 2009

New Story Coming Soon

Hello all!

Remember all those "Westward journal entries" that I did? Well, a really brilliant thought hit me. Why not bring the story up to present times? See, my idea is this: Rachel is thirteen years old, and she's a bit rebellious towards her mom. They get into a lot of fights. Quite often actually. The only place that Rachel feels good, is in the attic, looking at all the junk. But one day, Rachel decides to snoop around. And when she does that, she finds Maggie's journal. Rachel eventually figures out that she's related to Maggie, but she doesn't know how. When Rachel starts flipping through the journal, she sees a bunch of names of places that she's never seen or heard of before. Coincidentally, the next day at school, her history class starts learning about the Oregon Trail.

Cool huh? There's a few details that I still need to figure out. Tell me what you think.

Saturday, March 28, 2009

I ain't got nothin'

I'm stuck. I don't have anything to say. Brains empty. I was going to do a post with a really pretty spring flower that I found on the internet, but the picture is acting screwy. Oh well. And, there's a story that I want to post on here, but it is at school. I started typing it at school, but then I remembered that I have a computer at home. Duh! So, now I have to take my thumb-drive to school, get the story, and bring it back home. I haven't done it yet, but I will!

Thursday, March 19, 2009

Revolutionary Essay

This is another History essay that I wrote. It's about the Revolution and the major events that made it happen. My teacher said that we could put it in a speech form, so that's what I did. Here it is:


Welcome. I’m giving this speech today because I am persuading you that a revolution is necessary. It’s necessary because of the Stamp Act of 1765, the Intolerable Acts of 1774, and the Battle of Lexington and Concord of 1775.

My first topic is the Stamp Act of 1765. The British Parliament passed the Stamp Act in 1765 and it created havoc among the colonists. This placed stamps on every paper item to prove that you paid your taxes; whether it was playing cards, wills, or diplomas. A local group of colonists got really angry with the British and formed together and called themselves the Sons of Liberty. The Sons of Liberty would start riots in their wake. And whenever tax collectors came around, the Sons of Liberty would go after them, tar them, feather them, and force them to drink scalding hot tea.

My second point of discussion is the Intolerable Acts of 1774. Properly known as the Quartering Act, the Act closed down the Boston Harbor and only allowed one town meeting a year. The colonists, I included, thought that the Quartering Act was very severe; hence the name ‘Intolerable’. The British King thought he was punishing us for our behavior, but truthfully, it brought us colonists together.

Finally, my final and possibly most important topic: during the year of 1775, the Battle of Lexington and Concord occurred. During that time, General Thomas Gage and his British troops marched into Lexington for a raid on weapons. A group of brave Militiamen attacked, but sadly most of them were killed; they were outnumbered. The British continued their march into Concord for more weapons. Another group of Militiamen attacked; this time the British troops were outnumbered. One, which has not been determined, fired the first shot heard around the world. The first shot that started the revolution.

So, fellow colonists. I have given you three prime and vital topics on why we should have a revolution: the Stamp Act of 1765, the Intolerable Acts of 1774, and the Battle of Lexington and Concord of 1775. Now, we have to decide. Do we want to go into a revolution? Do we want to stay the same? Do we want to declare our Independence from Britain? Remember, it’s up to us.




Wednesday, March 18, 2009

Essay

This is an essay that I wrote in my History class a couple of weeks ago. I like this essay and I hope you do too! Here it is:


More often that not, when people move to solve or to get away from problems, more problems are often created in the process. Sometimes though, people don’t move by their own choice. They are sometimes persuaded or forced out of their comfort zones. But, moving isn’t the only problem, diseases and sickness happen also.

Throughout history, Native Americans have been kicked off their lands. In 1828, President Jackson took a firm stand on the fate of the Indians. Native American tribes such as The Creek, Choctaw, Chickasaw, Cherokee, and Seminole were some of the tribes that had to move. President Jackson urged the Government to set aside land beyond the Mississippi River. They did and either persuaded or forced the tribes out. Most went without trouble, but the Cherokee stood their ground. In the end though, the Cherokee were forced off their land. They trekked a long journey over two thousand miles to get to their new home. This journey became known as the Trail of Tears.

Another reason to move would be the Gold Rush. In 1848, John Sutter was building a sawmill on the American River north of Sacramento, California, when Sutter’s hire, James Marshall found some gold. It didn’t stay a secret for long though. Soon, over 80,000 came to California in prospect of finding gold. Very few people actually struck it rich. The ones who did, were lucky. The unlucky ones are a different. People died or didn’t find gold at all. Murders and robberies often ruled in the camps because all the greed made most lives a living hell.

Missionaries are yet another reason for moving. In 1836, Marcus and Narcissa Whitman traveled a seven month journey to Oregon to start a missionary. They built their missionary near the Columbia River with the Cayuse Indians. In 1840, more and more white settlers’ came onto Cayuse land. As they spread out, disease struck out to both the whites and the Cayuse. Many Cayuse died. When a measles outbreak from the whites spread to the Cayuse, many Cayuse children died. The Cayuse got angry, blamed the whites, and murdered the Whitman’s and twelve others.

As you can see, moving away to solve problems, often creates more problems. Forced off your land, dying, murders, robberies, diseases, sickness. That just isn’t right. The Cherokee were forced off their land, gold miners murdered and robbed, and the Whitman’s murdered because the Cayuse blamed the sickness on them. Would you move away from problems and then run into these? Or would you rather stay with your original problems and try to fix them? It’s your choice.


Tuesday, March 17, 2009

Be a Ghost

This is a story that I wrote after hearing a song on the radio. There were only three words that captured my attention: be a ghost. So, I used my growing writing talents and wrote this story!

P.S. Happy St. Patty's Day!

Be a Ghost

Have you ever wanted to be a ghost? Well, I don’t mean that literally though. Because then that would mean you would have to be dead. Right? I’m being serious now. Have you really ever wanted to be a ghost? I know that I have. Being a ghost, or spirit (if that’s what you prefer) would be magical. Just letting your mind drop into nothingness and your being float away would be magnificent. Feeling as if you could drift to the sky, light as a feather, no weights weighing you down would be extraordinary. Moving from place to place with lightning like speed would be splendid. Walking through walls would be brilliant. But, keep in mind though, that being a ghost isn’t always magical, magnificent, extraordinary, splendid, or brilliant. It can be torturous and horrible too. You can see people, but they can’t see you. How would you feel if saw loved ones, but they couldn’t see you? And when you speak out, they can’t hear you. How would you feel then? So, now it is time for you to choose. Do you want to be a ghost and live these wonderful qualities? Or would you want to be a ghost to live these horrid things and feel haunted? But, it’s your choice. Go ahead. Be a ghost.

Sunday, March 15, 2009

My westward journal #20

Forgot to mention that yesterday was pi-day. See, the date was 3/14 and the first three numbers of pi are... 3.14!

Remember at my very first post of the westward journals that I was going to have 20 journal entries in total? Well, I kept my word! So here it is, number 20!:


9-3-1820

Dear journal,

It’s now September and we’ve been so busy these last couple of weeks. Father left with Jasper’s father to the nearest fort in Oregon to get the cabin supplies for the both of our families. They both came back safely though. And father brought fresh food back for mother! She was so happy! I have sent many letters to family back home. But, it’s going to take a while for me to get replies back. We have roughly a month and a half to get our cabin built. It’s coming along nicely though. It won’t be a permanent fixture. The cabin is just something to get us through the winter. I’m finally home. In Oregon. Where I belong.

Maggie, 10 years old

Saturday, March 14, 2009

My westward journal #19

8-20-1820

Dear journal,

We are in Oregon! We have finally reached our destination at last! It is amazingly beautiful and breathtaking. There are not really any words to describe it. Well, maybe a few: Brilliant, breathtaking, amazing. I have been waiting a long time for this day and it’s everything that my father expected! Now that we are here, we have big plans. First of all, father is planning to go to the nearest fort in Oregon to buy supplies to build a small cabin for him, mother, and myself. Jasper’s father is planning to do the same for his family. Second of all, mother wants more fresh food, but I don’t know where she’ll get that. I’m just glad we’re finally here! In Oregon!

Maggie, 10 years old

Thursday, March 12, 2009

My westward journal #18

8-15-1820

Dear journal,

Right now, we have come to a very vital decision. Either we raft down the Columbia River or go take the toll road. Father opted to take the toll road and everyone else quickly followed suit. The toll road is called Barlow Road and it cost us money, but it wasn’t that expensive. The bad thing about Barlow Road is that it’s really rocky and steep and dangerous. Before we started down, we got out the rope we used last time we went down a steep hill. It took us awhile to get down, but we all made it. When we got down tot the bottom, we all stopped to rest. We could see Mt. Hood in the background, and it was beautiful. Some of our wagon train, though, decided that they would stay here. I didn’t mind, because Jasper’s family wasn’t one of the ones to stay.

Maggie, 10 years old

Wednesday, March 11, 2009

My westward journal #17

8-10-1820

Dear journal,

We are almost there! Yay! The surroundings are beautiful. Our wagon train is now in a lush valley with a lot of berries. Berries! Berries! Berries! I’m so excited! I haven’t had berries in a long time. Also, the weather is perfect. It’s not to hot, and not to cold either! Right now, the sun is high in the sky and there’s a breeze blowing. I’m excited to pick some berries! I hope they are blackberries. I went to pick some with Jasper and guess what?! They were blackberries! They were so good! Father and some of the other men decided that we are to stay here for a couple of days to rest and pick a lot more berries! Yay!

Maggie, 10 years old

Tuesday, March 10, 2009

My westward journal #16

8-5-1820

Dear journal,

I’m still tired and still bored. We’ve been traveling along the Snake River plain for awhile now. But there are trees. Trees! The trees offer shade which is good because it’s so hot. We decided that we were going to stay here for a couple of days. We are actually staying quite near Fort Boise. Father and some of the other men went to see if it was worth it. It turned out that it was worth it. Most of the wagons needed some kind of repair or another, so we took them into Fort Boise. I was glad that we were staying here for awhile because all those wagon repairs took a long time to complete.

Maggie, 10 years old

Monday, March 9, 2009

My westward journal #15

8-1-1820

Dear journal,

It’s now August. I don’t know how far we’ve traveled or how much farther we have to go. I lost track. Right know, our wagon train is at Fort Hall. It doesn’t look very nice. But, they’re selling really good but expensive stuff. Vegetables and fruit. I have not had any of this since the start of this trip! I’m so excited! Both mother and father bought some carrots and apples. Apples! Yay! I haven’t had apples in a long time. After my parents bought the produce, I took two apples, one for me and one for Jasper. He hasn’t had any apples in awhile either! When we were done with the apples, I went to the mail place to see if I got anything. I didn’t. Oh well.

Maggie, 10 years old

Sunday, March 8, 2009

My westward journal #14

7-20-1820

Dear journal,

I’m tired and bored. It’s hot, but there’s a breeze, so it’s okay. We have come across Steamboat Springs. It’s an opening in a tock and hot mineral water shoots out of it, making a high pitched whistle sound. We stopped near it, but we didn’t want to camp by it. The water smells funny. I wanted to try some of it, and when I did, I burned my tongue! And the water tastes like metal! Nasty! When I told my mother, she got upset. “Maggie! What on Earth were you thinking? That water is-” My father interrupted her. “Abby, Maggie was just curious.” My mother turned on him. “John, that water is hot. Super hot. And I don’t want anyone going near it!” Both father and I nodded quietly. We promised we wouldn’t go anywhere near the water again.

Maggie, 10 years old

Saturday, March 7, 2009

My westward journal #13

7-11-1820

Dear journal,

I’m so excited today! It’s my birthday! I’m ten years old today. I’m also excited for another reason. We’re starting to cross the Continental Divide. I thought it was going to be really scary but, it was such a gradual climb I barely noticed. It was supposed to be a short travel, but our oxen teams were tired and slow so it took awhile longer than usual. As we were crossing, father told me it was the start of Oregon Country! Oregon! Oregon! Oregon! We’re almost there! I can feel it in the air, in the winds, everywhere! I can even smell it! Well, maybe I can’t smell it, but there’s this weird feeling deep inside me. I can’t believe I’m almost in Oregon! Me, Maggie, a girl of ten years, in the start of the Oregon Country! Yay! Hooray!

Maggie, 10 years old

Friday, March 6, 2009

My westward journal #12

7-9-1820

Dear journal,

We’ve been traveling in hot wasteland for awhile now. But then we came to Sweetwater River. There is a slight breeze and it feels good. The river water was delicious. There is lush green grass for the animals. We set up a campfire for dinner. We had some cornbread with molasses. We also had some of the leftover jerky. It was all so good. I went to sleep feeling content. But later in the night, I woke up to hear screaming. I looked outside of the wagon and saw that Indians were attacking our camp. Father and the other men went to fight back. It sort of worked. Many men got killed, but not father thank God. I couldn’t stand it any more. I crawled back into the wagon and plugged my ears. I fell asleep to the serenade of screaming. In the morning, we buried the bodies that were strewn all over the ground. There were many grave markers.

Maggie, 9 years old

Thursday, March 5, 2009

My westward journal #11

7-4-1820

Dear journal,

It’s July now. It’s amazing how fast time has gone buy! We’ve made our way to Independence Rock for a celebration. It’s the fourth of July! Independence Rock is huge and looks like a whale! When we stopped to celebrate, I was tired, so I took a small nap. I awoke to the sounds of our celebration. There was music and laughter and the delicious smell of food. I looked around for Jasper. He caught my eye and we jumped up and down. I got hungry so we went to go eat. The food was extremely good. As I was eating, I looked at the whale rock and noticed a bunch of names on the rock. “Jasper. Look at the rock! There’s a bunch of names on it. Let’s go carve ours!” We raced to the rock and carved our names. After that, we went back to our food. The dancing started when everyone was done eating. Jasper and I joined up and started dancing! Even my parents joined the fun! It was exciting!

Maggie, 9 years old

Wednesday, March 4, 2009

My westward journal #10

4-17-1820

Dear journal,

We arrived at Fort Laramie at first light. We stayed inside our wagons until the sun rose further in the sky. Around noon, we all made our way out of our wagons to buy supplies. I bought another pencil and Jasper bought a journal of his own! I don’t know what my parents bought, but I know it was necessities. There was water on both sides of the Fort, so our whole wagon train filled their cases. It tasted delicious, but Jasper told me it tasted like regular water. So, maybe it tasted extra good because I was super thirsty! After I ate my lunch, I went to look around Fort Laramie. It looked like any other Fort to me.

Maggie, 9 years old

Tuesday, March 3, 2009

My westward journal #9

Before I put in my ninth westward journal entry, I just want to say that today is... Square Root Day! The date is 3/3/09. See, when you multiply 3 by 3 you get... 9!


4-16-1820

Dear journal,

When we left the rock that looked like a chimney, I knew it was going to be another hot day. It was cool in the early morning, but when the sun rose high in the sky, it turned hot. We are slowly making our way across the south side of the Platte River. It’s difficult but not extremely hard. I went to find father to ask if we could stop to eat. At first he said no, but then his stomach rumbled and he then said yes. When we stopped and looked around, we noticed that there wasn’t any wood. Only buffalo chips. Father looked at me and said “Maggie, I want you and Jasper to collect a lot of those chips.” I opened my mouth to protest but I sighed and turned away. After we were all comfortable with food in our stomachs, I got sleepy. I crawled into the wagon and quickly fell asleep. I was jolted awake by our wagon as we continued into the unknown.

Maggie, 9 years old

Monday, March 2, 2009

My westward journal #8

4-15-1820

Dear journal,

It is so hot and uncomfortable on the trail. I can’t stand the heat and my mother is making me wear a bonnet! We’ve been traveling a long time so far and I’m bored. I went to find Jasper so we could do something. After we were done playing, I went back to my wagon. I was looking on the horizon for something to do. I noticed a rock formation sticking out of the ground. I looked like a chimney! I looked at it closer and yelled out. My mother came and looked at it. She didn’t pay attention to that though. She did pay attention to my neck. All those boils. Ewww! Mother started washing my neck and it was painful. But under her soothing strokes, I soon fell asleep.

Maggie, 9 years old

Sunday, March 1, 2009

My westward journal #7

4-14-1820

Dear journal,

The lush green surroundings turned into brown ugliness. It is so hot that my lips were starting to crack. My father told me to put some of the axle grease onto my lips. It was gross, but it helped. We were walking for a couple hours when we noticed a rock formation that looked like a jail or courthouse or something. Everyone was wary of it, so we steered clear of it. We kept walking for awhile when father made us stop. We unhitched the oxen and let them eat. We ate too, and I felt better. I fell asleep on the bench of the wagon. I woke up to hear loud cracks and booms. I saw brilliant flashes of light and realized it was lightning. The animals were scared, but we calmed them down. The storm lasted awhile and Jasper and I danced in the rain while it fell.

Maggie, 9 years old