Allan’s life has been tarnished with death and love, friends and enemies, unexpected love and uncomprehendable hate. He had become used to everyone doubting him. He had also found satisfaction in proving them wrong.

            His most recent accomplishment was 7/15/11. Allan was at Casa in the E-F cafeteria. Which had been newly decorated into a weight room? Robby, Chris, Greg, and Coach Freeman sat around chuckling to themselves at the thought of this 5’9 kid hex baring 500 hundred pounds. Hex baring is when you lift a hexagon shaped bar with metal plates on the side off the ground. As Allan put on the last 45 pound plate so there was five on each side along with the 50 pound bar.

            “Hey Allan, let’s see if you can rep as much as I did.” Robby said trying to antagonize him more.

“How many times did you do this?” Allan asked playing along.

“I got this two times.”

“Then show me after I’m done.”

He let out one more breath before e began lifting. He felt all the muscles tighten. The weight started slowly moving vertical. Inch by inch he was getting closer. But he could feel the bar slipping from his grasp.  He was half way up when the bar was barley on his finger tips. He knew he would have to hurry. He gave out a grunt and gave it everything he had. The five hundred pound bar shot up to his waist, but the bar only stayed there for a second for it slipped out of his hands and hit the rubbery floor with a thud that rang out through the cafeteria. Everyone looked over curious about what made the noise then looked back to what they were doing. Though the best part about Allan is not his desire to push himself to prove someone wrong it’s that he doesn’t gloat afterwards. He had always been raised that way. And it’s from stories throughout his life that have been his creation.

a day in the life

It had been the turn of the century when John got the thing he wanted most. he was born into the royal family in 1576. He had always been able to get what he wanted by the way he used his words. To John’s friends he was the silver-tongued prince. He had never been told no before.

          “Maria” John yelled down the hall. He was sitting on his king sized bed thinking of some choir to have her do.

          “Yes, John” Maria said softly. The young woman’s innocent blue eyes had become accustomed to looking for a task care of, but to her surprise there was nothing to do. Maria had been assigned as John’s personal maid when she turned fourteen. As they had always been the same age she saw a different side of John. One that was kind and compassionate.

          “Can you dust the drapes please?” John said. It was the only thing he could think of that could be done. She walked over to inspect them and found them cleaned already.

          “John they seem to be done already.” She sat on the bed next to him.

          “Maria. We could still leave this place?” he looked over to her hopefully.

          “I can’t and you know that.” She tried her hardest not to look at him.

          “Why?” he pushed his long, curly brown hair out of his face.  

“For of all I’m married.  Second what about your future as the king of England. I couldn’t forgive myself if I knew I was the reason you were giving it all up. Not to mention what would every one think of you and your family if you ran off with your maid.” She could see in his dark green eyes this answer wasn’t enough. So before he could respond she excused herself. John was still sitting there alone staring at where his love had once been.

What they both didn’t know was a paranoid husband saw the whole transaction.

Later the prince had requested that he eat alone in spite of his grief.

“Where is John?” He heard from down the hall. He recognized the frantic voice as Maria’s.

“Down the hall in the dining room.” Margret, the head maid, said. Maria sprinted down the hall to the dining room and slammed the door behind her.

“What is wrong Maria?” John asked as he rose from his seat to check on her.

“He’s coming.” She whispered barricading the door with her body.

“Where the hell is she?” yelled a man from the maids chamber.

“What happened Maria? Who’s coming?” John was starting to get a little worried.

“My husband saw me and you talking earlier and thought I was cheating on him, so when I go home he was waiting with a crossbow to kill me.”

“Let’s go we are leaving.” John began looking around for a way out.

“You’re still thinking about that.” She said surprised.

“It’s not like we have much choice. Would you rather go out there with the drunken mad husband?”

“What about your future John?”

“I don’t care about any of it. All I care about is you.”

“Really?”

“Yes.”

nothing

He leans upon the window as if trying to save energy for all his racing thought. Cars big and every color ever thought of were driving by. He didn’t notice one of them for he was too busy. Yet he hadn’t moved an inch in an hour and a half. He was busy thinking about his life. He thought about the girl he liked, and everything they had ever done or said tighter. To try and figure out the most definite answer to the most unanswerable question. Does she like me?

            This then leads him to thoughts about what would happen if the answer was the incomparable yes. He dreamt of cradling her soft hands everywhere they go. Of holding her during the cold winter or whenever she was scared or upset. Of laughing with her and making her smile. But most importantly he thought about kissing her warm soft lips and knowing they would always have each other. He thought about loving her.

            To his surprise he loved thinking, He was enjoying his thoughts so much he decided to take it one step further. What does it mean? This simple four lettered word. This word that is the theme of so many songs. That can bring so much joy and so much sadness.  How could we choose such a simple arrangement of letters to such an incomprehensible word?  A word that people have sworn their lives to and die every day because of it. If love was supposed to bring us a world full of peace then how can people kill in the name of love?

            Then the thought came to his head of why do we fight and have wars. Instead of rushing to fight and kill if we sat down and talked for a little bit then most situations could easily be solved. Why waste life, the world’s greatest gift to every one of us, for something so pointless?  Why do we feel that our needs are so much greater than anyone one that we have to take them from people who have so little as it is.

            His mother approached him

            “Jonathan what are you thinking about.”

            “Nothing”

150

The season is fall. The place is Sacramento state for the section title game. It is the fourth quarter with 15 seconds left. Our opponents the Del Oro Eagles are ahead 34-28. The ball is on their five yard line. Our star quarter back Mitch Sampson is watching from the sidelines with the pain that comes with a broken rib. Frankie was our only hope in a game that meant so much. Frankie took the snap. Cameron Buell led Frankie to the tunnel. He took on their outside backer and laid him out, but was dragged down with him. This left Frankie with the Eagles best athlete: Tanner Huber. Frankie made contact with him. He tried to spin out of the tackle, but he could fully get out. He fell forward and reached out. The refs immediately shot their hands up. Touchdown. Everyone from Casa stormed the field in excitement. 

M&Ms

           While i start eating the 32oz bag I remembered the first time i had ever eaten M&M's. The year is 2000 and i am at work with my dad at Sun Microsystems in San Jose. My dad is the head technicnian, so I got to explore from confrence rooms to where the all the technicians gathered at.  The first place I would eat this delicious treat was in a gorgeous confrence room. The room was decorated with windows that showed the red and orange sun setting behind mountains in the distance. My dad is a huge fan of candy and M&Ms were his favorite because they were small, addictive, and easy to hide from kids. But on that day he made a mistake that would follow him to this day. He gave us candy.
    
           My taste buds were given a gift with a price. The sensetions my tounge gets from this gift is undescribale, but if you have never eaten one before i will try the best I can. It is like being able to watch a cluster of stars away from the busyness of the city while lying on a warm blanket. But the gift have a price. The price is an after taste so fowl that the consumer will almost egret even taking the first one. The only was to extingish the fowl flame is by eating another one. This is the method Peanut Butter M&Ms use to get you hooked.

Picture

       The little boy crouches with his bucket on his head. He moves his hands to his waist. Unknowing to him this will be the stance that he will become accustomed to for his favorite career. That the stance he loved to be in would lead him to succeed in the sport that gave him the most joy. Another thing that he never thought would fade away was the smile from ear to ear that never seemed to leave his face.  He never knew about all the horrors of the world. He didn’t know that even if you do all you can to avoid judgment it will hunt you down, corner you, and break you down until there is nothing left but the shadow of what the society wanted you to be. Even still after you have become what it wants it still finds something wrong with you. He never knew that there are girls that can take your heart, girls that can take your dignity, but he met a girl that took his sanity.  He never thought that she could take his friends, his social life, and everything he ever worked for and still not be able to be angry at her at all.

monolouge

      You think that I am good for nothing. I am more than just extra weight around your midsection. Here's your wake up call. Instead of thinking I'm just junk food here's another thought that you, nutritionists haven't come up with by yourself! Maybe it's not me that's bad maybe it's you! Maybe it's you lack of wanting to actually exercise. Yeah i said it! Exercise it's that thing you hate. The thing that involves running and makes you sweat a lot. You see I can easily be burned off with thirty minutes of running and exercise. I can prove I am good. I am a comfort food!  Who do you reach for first when your husband of fifteen years has been cheating on you from the day you said I do. That's right the f*cking yellow guy with the white cram inside! When it's around two o'clock in the morning and your high off your *ss. What's the first thing you look for. Probably a toilet to puke your futs out, but then it's the yellow star of hostess to comfort the munchies. You see I am a star, maybe not like Harrison Ford or Megan Fox, but to all the stoners and over weight people of the world I'm the biggest thing since they put on their four hundredth pound.

Dialogue

       As I was race through the halls trying to get to my next class I heard to my left I heard to voices i quickly recognized as Kathy's and Julia's. Though it wasn't the voices that caught me attention it was the mentioning of my friend Joe's name.
     "No way why would Joe do that." Julia said shaking in disbelief and anger.
     "I don't know why he did it all I know is that he slept with her" Kathy said with a look of disgust at the information that she knew. At this point I had figured out what they were talking about and it made my stomach turn. All that I was thinking was that it couldn't be true. There was just no way.
    "But that's her best friend why would she do that." Julia shuffled through her purse as if looking for something to stab him with.
    "How can he even stand next to her without feeling bad about what he did."
    "I don't know. All I know is that he did."
    "Are you sure? That still doesn't sound like the Joe i know."
I was praying that the evidence wouldn't be good, so i could get this out of my head.
    "Yeah I saw him and her go in the room and you could hear him from down the hall. He brags about it all the time."
    "I'm going to talk to him about it."
 Not if i get to him first.
    "Okay just don't mention me because I wasn't supposed to tell anyone and he'll be hella mad at me."

memories

I opened the vaguely white door. The fowl stench is like a guide through my hall of memories and it leads me to the door marked nine. Its black and yellow. Is swings open to revel a little boy wearing a number 80 jersey marching in parade with his pads and little helmet on. I was swept away to another door that showed a number thirteen. This one was blue and silver and on the inside was a boy with a face yet unscared by the world. He was playing in a football game where he was at middle linebacker. He was flying around the field like he had tracer on the ball. I was then pulled by my guide to a unusual door. It was navy blue and silver, but instead of having an age on it the door had a 32. The door was thrown open and inside was a young man. He was fully geared up, but there was something different about him now. He seemed like he know what he was doing. He was at defensive end and he was throwing bodies to the floor as if they were weightless. Next he was holding a gold plated plaque the read in big read letters "Defensive MVP".  My guide lead me to the light at the end of the dark empty hallway and pushed me through. Opening my eyes to the filth that was still sitting there i began cleaning.

CNF: Growing Is Forever

In Furgully they have been able to keep harmony and perfection. They succeed by when a tree falls they would help nature replace.

Eyes Wide Open

the cool breeze in this near 100 degree weather is a soothing life savior. with its good friend shade to assist it. the third friend is the most unappreciated and unrecognized of the group. its name is cool grass. together these three helped me relax on this hot day.

Why I Write

Why I write. This is an answer for me that changes every week depending on a lot of variables that I can't control, but as of right now I write to say the thing I am not strong enough nor brave enough to say. I write this for if I don't I feel leaving it in my head repeating would distract me from the things I should be doing.