Continuing story- People’s girl(1st chapter)
Who Are You? What Do You Want?
She felt she’s being followed. She looked back, just a silence, dark forest. The winds blew against her face, her dark-brown hair flew around her as she walked carefully. Her heart pumped hard, she knew she was being followed, but who was following her?
She felt different since that time.
It was her 13 birthday. She invited her two best friends to her house. It was a fun party until she heard a nock from the door. As she opened the door, she saw an old witch with a black dove dress, her eyes looked at her with full of fear. That woman didn’t say a thing. She stared at her. Her crippled face, her red eyes was looking straight at her.
When she blinked her eyes, the woman began to talk.
“Don’t you dare touch that book!!” the woman said with her exhausted voice.
“You, Jane, yes, that’s your name. DON’T YOU DARE REMEMEBR ME!!” as the woman screamed Jane, that’s her name, jumped and started breathing really fast.
The woman walked away in fears. Jane closed the door and sat on a wooden chair her dad made her. She sat to try catch her breath. Her friends vanished when the woman screamed at her. A lot of thinking was going on in her mind that time.
What book? Why didn’t she let me remember her? Who was she? Why did she scream at me? How can I not remember her?
While Jane remembered what happened on her 13th birthday, she didn’t know that she’s walking in the wrong direction. She kept walking until she saw a black old house. Day turn to night, people work, people rest. She knew she had to go back to her house fast. She turned her small, white body. As she turned the door swung open. She felt the house welcomed her to get inside the house.
Her foot started moving forward, she went inside. She opened her eyes wide open, as she looked around the house. Web around the corner, old wood fill the room. The door swung close and she knew she couldn’t get back out. No need for scream of help. Night has come, no one was outside and no one will be around this deep dark forest. She sat down silently. She thought about how she was going to survive here without help. She put her face between her knees. She cried silently, tears rolled down her cheek slowly.
Suddenly she felt her heart beating fast again. She felt the same feeling again. Someone was following her and now they in that old house together. She didn’t feel safe, she didn’t feel fine! She didn’t feel glad that at least someone was with her. Her tears started rolling faster and faster as she close her eyes. She felt someone walking slowly towards her. She couldn’t do anything but cry and hope something magical happen. Last thing she knows was that she opened her eyes and she saw the golden sword on the hand of a man and a book on the other hand. The guy screamed at her as he lifted up the sword and moved it towards her…..
Loneliness
Loneliness
Left alone, left behind, and left out. There are more hurtful words to describe this feeling. No, I can’t smile. No, I can’t breathe normally. No, I can’t stop cry. No, I can’t sit next to them. Their smile just makes my day get worst and worst. I need to be alone. I was born to be left alone, left behind, left out. I wish I could come and say hi, sit next to them. I wish I could feel that feeling that is called happy. Normal life, normal day, bad day, good day the same, it usual. I suppose that is right. It just they don’t know my life. Bad day are not normal, I can smile, it’s called lucky.
This mask, it hurts me, but it helps me. It’s just painful that I wish I could take it off. I wish I could take this mask off. I want to show them who I am, but I know that it’s worthless. I need to be someone that is not me. I know I’m different than them. I want to be different. Different brings trouble, but makes me special. If I be myself, I know I feel special, but I’ll hang there, in this darkness, silence space alone. I have friends, and they love me that I’m not. At lease I have someone to talk to. I did ask them some questions. I wonder if it can help me taking off this mask. Some just don’t care, some just too lazy to help, some try, but I know the answer is not worth it. It’s worthless, face it. Just shut it and take what happen. Loneliness is my place .
They know I have something in mind and they come to me and help. Is this what we called friends? They come and ask? Where’s the answer?
Yes, nice words, nice hands, nice attention. This stuff did make me happy, like a second. They, they only curious what is on my mind, people love problem. Loneliness, I knew I was born for that.
Some somebody did gave me the answer and got my attention. . I could feel clam and peace inside, deep inside. Still, I feel blank. I WANT THIS MASK OFF!!
I got the answer, no!! I don’t want the answer. I need support. How long will I wait? I know someone out there, someone here that could actually bring me out from this scary space. Bring me to another space, where I always wanted. Space where I’ve never been before. Left alone, left behind, left out. Not my thing, but that what’s I got. No one wants to feel lonely.
Caravan Log 2
hey, here I am again with another fact of Muslim. Actually I already post it in caravan 1, but I suppouse to post 5 facts each caravan log. so I just try to be the same with my class mate and my teacher will not get confuse.
- You know some of English words came from Arab. (ex. Atlas, coffee, zero. Sugar, traffic, candy, etc)
- Islam is forbidden eating pork. WOW!! I wonder why? I looked for it and most people said that because there’s part of the Qur’an that agains pork. I’m not sure but it said that in
Qur’an 2:173 tha tHe hath only forbidden you dead meat, and blood, and the flesh of swine, and that on which any other name hath been invoked besides that of Allah. But if one is forced by necessity, without wilful disobedience, nor transgressing due limits,- then is he guiltless. For Allah is Oft-forgiving Most Merciful. - Guitar is instrument that comes from Muslim people.
- Muhammad begun to talk about Muslim god at the age of 40.
- Mekkah is the holiest city. That’s what Islam people think.
Caravan Log 1
So, here’s another caravan log. I will post a lot of Muslim facts or known as caravan log( that what we called in it our class)
So I got a lot of cool facts about Islam/Arabic. Here you go.
1. Muslim thinks that jins are evil. Well I don’t really believe in stuff like jins, but this is pretty amazing. If there is jins in the world it will be awesome don’t u think??
2. As you all believe that there is place called heaven. In Muslim religion, they think that heaven is like a flowing river, shelled with trees and they dress in silk.
3. Do you know that place called Iran; they used to be called as Persian.
4. Speaking Arabic is what define being Arab.
5. The Islam place of worship is called mosque or place of prostration.
So this is some facts I got and like it so far.
Caravan Log
At school, in my Social Studies class. we gor a sheet of paper. It tell us to write down 5 importance things our city’s members learnd and this is it.
- The word “Islam” means submitin to God.
- Baghdad was the most famouse city.
- The word “arab” means laucing moisture.
- Islam concurred Africa, Asia, Iraq.
- 1.4 million Christians are Arabs.
My 3D story
In my school I took a 3D class. In that class I had to make a statu from a clay and we had to write a story from that statu. This is my story. Enjoy
The curst step
Her name is Lyre. She played clarinet like me. It started last year, when she first came to my school. No one ever wanted to talk to her. People kept making rumors about her. Rumors about her attitude, about her skinny, white body, her dark brown hair, also about her look and the way she dressed. No one, no one would ever talked to her or tryed to be her friends. For some reason that school, that year feel really gloomy since she came to school. I had band class with her. I sat next to her. She was my partner. Everybody kept telling me to be as far as I could from her. It was always the same every day before class, people came to me and said how they feel bad for me that I have to sit next to Lyre or maybe warned me to be careful and stuff. I wondered why people kept telling me same things over and over, I also wondered why the only things they said about her were bad things and why they made it sound like she’s bad and dangerous? Finally I sat on that plastic, metal chair next to her. That time was when I found that she could play clarinet incredibly. The soft voice that she made, her talented finger pressing each keys, fast and correct, her skillful eyes that could read the notes in the book, in almost a second she could play the whole song. She’s amazing. Just by seeing her playing her clarinet, but ther is always something, something not right deep inside my heart. Every sound that she made me had this feeling: gloom, loneliness, fright, sadness, madness, and fear. Suddenly I saw people around me stop playing their instrument and focus all their attention to Lyre. They look fine, and peaceful, but I don’t. My feelings drown me away. As my eyes focus on her, all other things around me began to spin slowly. Then suddenly my eyes focused on her mouth. Not long after that I could see blood running down her mouth, and then her chins, and goes all over the floor. I followed the drops of her blood going down and splashing on the floor. I realized as the blood running and went all over the floor I could see a words. One words, with big letters “HELP” my heart stared pounding faster than the blood pouring down to her chin. Then I heard a girl crying, but it didn’t last long. I snapped out of it. I came back to where I supposed to be; in the band classroom, inside the school, no spinning background, or blood. Then while I was trying to get hold of myself, I realized that Lyre was looking at me, I looked at her dark brown eyes. I saw her lips, no blood, she knew I was looking at her lips. She smiled at me and said thanks. I wonder if she knows what just happened to me. after school she wait outside my locker, I could feel my heart ready to came out from my chest and suddenly I couldn’t see anything, it was like I was in a really dark room. Then I heard a voice, a girl. That voice was calling my name. I realized that was Lyre voice. Then I screamed at that voice to stop calling me, but that voice kept calling my name. Suddenly I couldn’t hear that voice anymore. Then that voice came back, but it’s different, this voice it didn’t called my name, it said thank you. I don’t know why, I don’t know for what. Then from far away in the darkness I saw someone walking. Then I could see the face of that person, it’s Lyre. I screamed at her to go away, but she kept walking to me. Then she began to talk while she kept walking toward me.
“Don’t be scared of me please, I’m your partner in music class. I know you saw this vision in the music room.” She said with smile filled her face.
“I don’t know what you are talking about?!” I said while I’m walking backward to get as far as I could from her.
“Yeah, I know you saw that blood that came from my mouth today. I need your help. I need you to help me!”
“Why me?”
“Because you the one that see that blood vision and it said there’s will be a son of Eve that will be able to see visions and he’s the only one that will help you from all your trouble with the devil.”
“And that son of Eve is me?”
“Yes! You can help me to get rid from that devil. He’s the one that force me to keep playing clarinet and he the one that make me have to continue drawing! All because of him, but I don’t want to do it! I will kill someone every time I finished one song ”
“Nonsense! This is like fiction stories just stop it! It’s not funny”
“This is not fiction, how did you get here? How can u suddenly get that blood vision? Accident? No!! You have to help me! From killing human beings!”
“Arghh!! Fine, easy… stop playing”
” I can’t! I’m his servant, when I was young I don’t want to be like a Christian. I have to do stuff! But no, I was wrong. If I stop the whole people in the world will die. Including you!”
When she said that sentences I stop walking backward and started think about what she had just said. I don’t want to die. I don’t want my family die. Then I think I should help her get away from the devil. Once again she said thank you and she was gone. Then I saw a light, really bright. I close my eyes and when I open them, I was in the locker room again. I saw Lyre passed me by. She whispered to my ear, she said that the time has stop when we were talking. Since that time me and Lyre always hang out together, we’re a good friends and as time goes by she still has to play her clarinet, and she still has to draw. People die, one by one. Then as my anger got bigger and bigger I stared calling the devil, then the next thing I know, there was fire all around me and Lyre. Then I heard a voice calling Lyre’s name, a really low voice. I knew that it was the devil. I told him to leave Lyre alone, but he wouldn’t let her go and fighting began, I could feel the power from my hands and I feel that there’s someone, a really strong someone that is on my side. As the war between me and the devil, Lyre kept looking at me and smiling, then I looked at her feet as they came out of her shoes, she’s burning. Then my mind went blank for a second and ruined everything. I fell on the ground and the devil pointed his sword on my chest, I saw Lyre’s eyes watering. I didn’t know what to do, but I saw Lyre’s face still believing in me, I began to pray and suddenly the devil cried to me for forgiveness and to stop me from praying, but I kept praying and when I was done, I saw a black finger print of the devil’s feet. The devil is gone! Lyre hugs me and said thank you to me once again. Since that time our daily life looked really new and like nothing happen. Lyre stared have some friends and my life come back to normal. That’s what I saw so far. Until one day Lyre screamed my name and pointed at the sky. I looked at the sky. It was white and cloudy, until one second later, it turned dark, lightning all over and for a second I glanced at pat of the sky I could see the devil’s face, and lyre fainted…..
THE END/OR NOT..
Some Muslim Facts
I read from this art site. I saw a catagory called Muslim and I opened it and I found something really intersting.
Muhammad, his real name was al-Amin, his name means the thrusted one, he was a merchan. There was a holy moth of Ramandan around 610 CE, al-Amin/Muhammad was tyring to find silence and peace in a cave on Mount Hira, in Arabian.Then Gabriel came to him and told him to recite revelations from God. Since that time was when he became the “Messenger of God” or Muhammad.
I also found out that Islam think that draw human being or the Prophet is prohibited. so, Islam art mostly a repeating pattern. It was used on religious architecture, carpets, and handwritten documents.
If you want to know more here the site.
Simple Plan Song-Welcome To My Life
I like this song so much. Specialy the meaning. Is like when you feel you’re not part of the world. You feel everythings going wrong and..Well basickly what you will when you feel misfits.
It’s a really good song. Enjoy xx
Wrinkle In Time’s Questions
Responding
A Wrinkle in Time Chapters 1-4
These are some questions about the book I read in my School that is called Wrinkle in Time. We read chapters 1 until 4. so, here’s the questions and the answers
Personal Response
• What do you think about Meg’s personality as you read these chapters? I think Meg has a good, but not that good personality. She’s inpatients and she feels bad about herself most of the times. She feels misfits. It just she couldn’t believe in herself. But at the other side she could be really smart and when she has something she wants to fulfill she do it! She also a lovable person. She loves her family.
Analyzing Literature
• Why is Meg Murry unhappy at school? She’s unhappy because she felt misfits and she has some problems with her grade. She got to send to the principal office so often. She also got some bullies that saying bad stuff about her twins/family.
• How and why does Calvin fit in with the Murry family? Calvin need some love, and meg’s family acted like his part of the family to him.
• Where and why do Calvin, Charles Wallace, and Meg go with Mrs. Whatsit, Mrs. Who, and Mrs. which? Meg and Charles Wallace go with them because they know that Mrs. Whatsit, Mrs. Who, and Mrs. Which can help them to find their father. Calvin go with Mrs. Whatsit, Mrs. Who, Mrs. Which because he got stuck with Meg and can’t really do anything. They went to find Meg’s and Charles Wallace’s father. They went into bunch of different dimensions.
Analyzing Literature (continue)
• In your opinion, why do the three children accept the three Mrs. Ws rather than fear them? I think they accept them because of Charles Wallace. He has a power to read people’s mind, and so, Charles tell the other kids that they are nice and as I said, because they know that the three mrs. Ws can help them finding Mr. Murry, Meg’s and Charles Wallace father.
• In what ways does Meg seem like any other young person? In what ways are her feelings similar to you? Well, most teenager today, they all feel misfits in their own way. I feel misfits too. Her similar feeling with me is that she feels misfits most of the times. Is like we don’t belong to this world.
