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The government is trying to deprive us kids born from 1994 and back of being able to drive and have a license at 16. There will be no more sweet sixteens because what is there to celebrate. You are not on your own you still have to drive with a parent. I think the law should stay the same as it has been in the past.

I. Unfair

          A. It would be like your parent giving your older sibling special treatment.

          B. My friends and i always argue about how it shouldn’t be that way

         C. It would help parents out for there older kids to help run errands and drive around younger siblings.

II. Unnecessary

        A. In our age group many kids are responsible so it would be unfair to take the privilege away from all the kids our age.

       B. So many kids do outside activities manage there school work and take care of home responsibilities.

III. We deserve

     A. if you pass you

 

Missing Possibly Dead

Filed under: Uncategorized on Thursday, February 5th, 2009 by kimberleighbms | 4 Comments

Missing Possibly Dead

“Mom” Stephanie called after she walked in the front door from school. After five minutes and calling here twice there was no answer. A scared concerned look came ripping across her soft and flawless face replacing her board school day face. The weird thing was not that she wasn’t there but that her car was out front but she wasn’t home. Stephanie’s mind began to scatter where would her mom be, what would she be doing, who would she be with, but more importantly was she okay. The next best thing she could do was call her dad so that’s what she did. When he picked up Stephanie immediately started talking. “ Dad moms not home but her car is here and if her car is here usually she’s home. Is she withyou or a friend?” almost out of breath Stephanie waited for an answer there was a long pause. “ Umm ok just stay calm and no matter what don’t panic ill call 911 and file a missing person case. So I’m leaving the office right now and will be there as fast as possible.” he said this slowly and almost stuttered some of his words Stephanie could tell he was worried.

Right when Frank, Stephanie’s father, got home the police followed right behind. Heather Stephanie’s older sister, who had been crying since Stephanie had broken the news to her about five minutes ago, finally came outside mascara running down her face her eyes red and nose running from the crying. Their father pulled them into him an they all stood close together while the cops went on with the questions. When they had finally left the family went inside. Frank called the girls to the living room so they could sit and talk about the situation at hand. “ So” he began “I know you guys are worried about your mother but I promise you two everything will be fine. Just give it some time. We have the police searching and many others on the look out. In the mean time just don’t panic. Go to bed for now and get some sleep tomorrow morning we can talk about this more.” he finish with a sigh. Heather was to upset to reply so I did for both of us. “ okay night dad”. “Hey” he said “ I love you both now get to bed”.

In the past to Stephanie here mom was just a fly that wouldn’t go away she only lived to push Stephanie around and expect the best and nothing less. But after looking around the house calling phones of anyone that might know where her mom could be, she regretted ever thinking that way.

After a two days of too quiet evenings listening to Heather cry every night and hearing all the missing persons adds on T.V. looking for her mother there were no signs or explanations. The police were trying there best but were close to quitting since there were no leads on the story. The house seemed deserted without her mother’s cheery voice in the morning. Her father was no longer himself he stayed at work as long as possible only coming home to eat and go strait to bed. If anyone other Stephanie and Heather brought up the incident around him like a flash of lighting he was gone. He still manage to say good night every night though. Stephanie figured he was just really upset. Heather well Heather was just an emotional mess she was nothing with out her mother’s guidance she needed her to make any decision that came up in her life her friends and the hundreds of people that she knew just weren’t good enough any more. Stephanie on the other hand even though she was upset didn’t show it. At night she tried to think of things that did not remind her about her mother or else she couldn’t sleep but some her mother, Debbie, was always in her thoughts and dreams. All she saw was her face the blond hair blue eyes her sister was a spitting image of her just a little more youthful. She heard her voice at random times what she said was always different but they were some of the things only her mother would say. Maybe this was a sign her mother might be trying to talk to her. Stephanie was haunted by the thought that she didn’t appreciate her mother at all while she was among them.

That night just repeated over and over again in her mind just like a broken record. From what was said to the looks on faces everything was just so… weird. Like nothing Stephanie had ever experienced before. the police their faces so stern this happened to them almost every day they dealt with people like us people whose family is not close enough to even keep track of where one member of the family is. Their faces wiped clean from any expression that may have been there before. They just asked the normal questions while watching Stephanie’s family fight back tears. “When is the last time you saw her. Where did she say she was going? Is there anyone that you would guess would have wanted to do this.” at this question Heather couldn’t hold it in. She began balling and ran into the house. The rest of the night after their talk was pretty much silent and awkward. A very strange thing in their household.

As Stephanie drove to school, since her father made the girls go, it seemed that her family’s world and the rest of the world were two different planets. She thought that their small town would have found out about the news or at least seen the missing person ads and recognized the top seller of the year for the only home sales place in town. But life seemed to move on. No one looked shocked when their friend said something no one whispered in to another person’s ear everything was as normal as can be.

School though was completely different after all in this small town of___________ everyone who knows you knows your business no secrets here. The whispers lurked around every corner just waiting for her to notice. Every where Stephanie looked there were people staring giving her the look. That one look that no one had to say anything because you knew they were thinking “god that sucks I feel so bad”. but most of the time people only felt that for those few seconds that they looked at you once they turned away their lives went on the situation would be brought up again but it would not effect them at all just another thing to talk about that happened at school.

Through every class Stephanie herd nothing but people talking about her mothers disappearance. She tried to block them out and focus on the teacher but it didn’t work she just kept hearing things like “ did you hear about her mom. How could you not. That sucks.” and of course the famous “oh my gosh”. Stephanie couldn’t imagine Heathers day there were probably a million more people who knew her and talked about their mother right in front of her. Stephanie guessed that she had probably already ran out of almost every class. She never could understand how her sister was such a powerful person but could break down so easily under pressure. Heather had always been so popular and could easily influence anyone given enough time there we so many areas where she excelled there for that made it easy for her mother to compare Heather and Stephanie. Stephanie always felt second best to her PERFECT sister she literally had no flaws as long as their mother was around to make her believe that.

Finally lunch the moment Stephanie had waited for the whole day so that she could see how Heather was doing and talk to Kirsten. Kirsten had been Stephanie best friend sine preschool around the age of three or four. They had been through so much together and overcome so much. Like her father leaving her, and her mother when she was about 10. Then a year later they had gotten the news from one of his co workers that he had gotten hit by a car and died from the loss of blood. Even though Kirsten was not all that close to her father since he had left when she was at a considerably young age this took a huge toll on her and for months she grieved over the event. Stephanie had been there for her the whole time and knowing the kind of person Kirsten was she would do the same thing for Stephanie. By helping her get through whatever was happening with her mother or at least help to move Stephanie along and get her life going again.

No sign of Kirsten. It was possible that she might not be at school but sick or not Kirsten would not just leave Stephanie hanging in her time of need so she looked some more. Finding Kirsten was never all that easy but finding Heather was a different story all you had to do was fine a huge group of seniors all surrounding one tall beautiful blonde girl sometimes it was so hard to believe Stephanie and Heather were even related. Really the only easy way to find Kirsten was look for the hottest 10thgrader in our school. Jake Kirsten’s boyfriend of almost a year now. There were no questions of why Jake had chosen Kirsten she was smart, funny, got along with anyone, but most of all she was stunning. He never left her side and you could always pick him out of a crowd he was tall, thin, and had the best long dark brown hair. So as soon as Stephanie saw Jake she headed over and sure enough there was Kirsten. Right when their eyes met their was no talking between them they just walked to each other and hugged. Stephanie tried so hard to fight back the tears that welled up in her eyes but too late she was crying. Kirsten knew so she whisper her my ear “everything is okay you still have me I won’t leave you ever”. at this point Jake was smart enough to leave and find another group to mingle with while Stephanie collected herself . They had already talked about this the night before so there wasn’t much to say. The conversation on the phone went a little like this.

“Are you ok I heard and had to call you do u want to come over and talk about it I’m here for you” Kirsten said very slowly and in a caring way.

“ I’m fine. But those adds are killing me her face is everywhere I cant get her out of my mind. But I’ll make it through another night and just talk to you at school tomorrow” she said trying not to get upset.

“ You sure” Kirsten sounded concerned.

“ Positive but we can talk about it now on the phone I guess” Stephanie said.

“ Okay so, its been three days and no one knows what happened?” Kirsten asked never afraid to jump strait into deep conversation

“ yup” I said almost falling asleep since it was so late.

“ How’s your dad and Heather taking it?” Kirsten asked

“ My dad is barley home anymore but when he is he seems really upset. And you know heather just another reason to be dramatic cry and bring attention to herself ” Stephanie replied in a slightly annoyed tone.

“ Well I’m really sorry if u need anything just ask me and I guess ill see you tomorrow at school” Kirsten replied noticing that she didn’t want to talk about this anymore.

The girls sat with the silence between them for a moment until the bell rang startling both of them just a bit. Stephanie just wanted to finish the rest of the day so she started walking but before she got to far she turned her head and said “I guess I have to get to class but thanks for being here for me”.

“you know it. I’ll always be here for you” Kirsten said with a slight but not to happy smile.

Through the last two classes all Stephanie did was watch the clock and wait. Finally the last bell rang and Stephanie bolted out of her class and went to look for heather, since their father had told heather she could not drive for a while, so she could finally go home. After waiting for twenty minutes for heather to stop talking and get in the car Stephanie started to drive. The car was so quiet that every time Stephanie even tapped the gas pedal you could hear the littlest squeak. Every time she wanted to start of a conversation, when she really thought out her words, she just couldn’t say it knowing how sensitive heather was at the moment the slightest hint at the subject of there mother made her cry immediately without any hesitation.

At last they were home the akward silence could be put to an end. When Stephanie got out of the car she first noticed a car along with her fathers that did not belong to her family. Then when she got to the door there was a small piece of paper taped to the door that said in bubbly slanted writing Stephanie and Heather it was defiantly not her father’s or even her mother’s. Stephanie had no idea what the note said and decided to wait and find out. As soon as she stepped in the house something was different there was the strangest feeling. But she just kept walking and ignored it all after all it could just be her. So she walked into the kitchen opened the fridge pulled out a soda and popped it open she turned around to see her father and a tall brunet woman standing talking by the back door some how she had not heard them or see them before. But now she was very aware of this woman that she had never met in her life that for some reason was in her house.

When her father took a quick glance toward Stephanie she gave him a questioning look. Apparently he didn’t notice so Stephanie left the room. Right when she reached the stairs her father called her name. “Stephanie, come meet Amanda”

“um okay” Stephanie replied slightly confused wondering what would happen now.

“Stef, this Amanda we work together at the office she is going to have dinner with us tonight.”

“oh ok” Stephanie replied shaking her hand in the back of her mind though Stephanie was extremely confused. Her mother had just disappeared three days ago and now her father was inviting woman that she didn’t even know over for dinner. Even though she didn’t want to admit it she couldn’t help but think that this woman as actually very pretty and that something strange was going on.

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Smilie Faces

The Sacrafice for Love

Filed under: Uncategorized on Thursday, December 11th, 2008 by kimberleighbms | 2 Comments
             Love. Some say it’s a strong word and I believe that you have to mean it to say it. You know someone is right for you when you can flat out say that you love them and know that you would do or give anything for them. With love comes sacrifice and if you love someone enough you will sacrifice anything for that person. But you would only do it for love.
Everyone has that one special someone for some it’s a parent, sibling, spouse, friend, boyfriend, or girlfriend. You love that person for who they are and you know that at the end of the day they will be there for you. That is the purpose of life to love and be happy and continue the cycle. Think about who that person is for you. You know you would be willing to sacrifice the world and possibly more for them and you would hope that they would do the same for you.
            How would you feel if that one person you truly love was just gone? What would you do? Can you live without them? Could you have stopped this from happening? Questions people ask themselves all of the time. When you think back you wish there was something you could have done to change everything but now it’s too late. Now you suffer ever night crying over that person just wishing they were with you again. Even though your life will go on it will never be the same.

                 Love is what changes a person’s life just one person can affect you in so many ways. Have you ever met that one person that you start to act more like everyday because you spend so much time with them? its because love changes everything every aspect of your life in such a short time. You find yourself thinking about that person all the time dreaming of that face that’s makes you melt and feel happy. You know you are in love when reality is better than your dreams. You can’t sleep at night because you would rather be talking to that person all night and all day they make your life what you have always wanted it to be.

                 Love and sacrifice they go hand and hand you can’t have one without the other. But you would rather give up everything you have going for you than see that person suffering or in pain. Because love overtakes all and love is what everyone wants and needs in their life.

 

 

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Wrong From Right Its Your Choice

Filed under: Uncategorized on Thursday, December 11th, 2008 by kimberleighbms | No Comments

         p.s. mr Reed i could not figure out voice thread that is why it is on my blog oh and i no its kind of a late post but i just didnt get around to putting it on my computer but i had it written before

                     That single thing that always remains in your head it’s called your conscience. Every time you do something it is your conscience that reminds you whether it is wrong or right. Everyone has one and there is no way to get rid of it and soon you will have to face the facts and live with the guilt of what you have done wrong in the past at some point.

                     Have you ever lied to a parent, friend, or anyone else you are close to? You know that if you tell that person or anyone for that matter that all it will become of is trouble. So you hold it inside until your conscience eats away at you and the only thing that will stop it is to confess. When you tell the person you can see disappointment in their eyes they wish you would have came clean before. Now you have the guilt of hurting that person on your shoulders and it all could have been prevented if you just listened to that voice in your head.

                    Whatever you do through your life it stays with you forever there is no way to get rid of it. Your past may not be on your mind every minute of everyday but it will come back to you. Like when someone commits a crime like a murder it can give you nightmares until you can’t take it, you give in, and confess to the horror that keeps people awake at night. If you keep your conscience clean then there is nothing to worry about you will live a happy and peaceful life. But to never do anything wrong is almost impossible but thinking before you do isn’t that hard and it will save your life when it comes to relationships with friends and family.

                      Even though it is better to tell the truth and to confess to the things you have done there are always coniquenses,and they only get worse the longer you hold things in. sometimes you are better of telling the truth than lying if you tell someone the truth it shows that you care about that person. But the consequences sometimes can cause you life to change. One mistake could put an end to your happy life whether you lose a friend or go to jail that pain is permanent.

             In conclusion your conscience is always with you whether you listen to your evil side or good side is your choice. If you no something is a bad idea then stick with your gut feeling and make the right choice. That little voice is meant to keep you out of trouble but what you do is all on you.

The Effect of War

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                       Imagine you have been in Iraq for three years and you are on the plane coming home. As you soar over your country you try to remember the past but all that comes to mind is what you have just left, the killing, bombing, and violence. Finally you get off the plane and you realize nothing feels or looks the same. The war is a big change for someone it can completely altar their personality. veterans may not remember every little thing that happened while they were away but there are some things that can never be erased. The veterans have been through a lot, all the suffering that almost every American, safe in our homes with little or no problems, take for granted. Because of this I think we should honor these brave and courageous people.
                        Many troops suffer a bad injury during war. Many veterans come home and cannot even move without a wheel chair. I myself have seen this a lot at the veterans home in Napa. All day you see veterans some with injuries others not. It is terrible to see those who sacrificed and lost because of it.
                       Another effect of the war is in a mental way. When you go to the war and you are taught to kill and destroy it makes you a more violent person. Plus when in combat you are always watching your back and it becomes a habit. So when some people come back from war they are very paranoid. A lot of vets see things they wish they hadn’t witnessed. It is almost impossible for soldiers to forget the bullets shot right through a person maybe a friend, blood everywhere, and then they are down on the ground dead. Some memories will play over and over again in your mind until it gives you nightmares. In addition to all of that things people see at war can altar the way they view certain things. Maybe you can never look at a gun the same way after seeing so many people killed by one.
           The veterans have done and seen a lot of things all of this really takes a toll on them. In conclusion we should honor the veterans for all the pain and suffering they have done and are still doing so our country could be free and safe!

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Colorful Hope               peace

 

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colorful starBE COLORFUL AND EXITING BECUSE IT WILL MAKE YOU A MORE LIKEABLE PERSON!!!!!!!!!!

 

peace

The Night of Change

Filed under: Uncategorized on Thursday, October 9th, 2008 by kimberleighbms | No Comments
It was a late stormy night I had gone to bed hours before but I could not sleep, so now it was four in the morning. I lay there in my bed awake when I hear the sound of someone walking quietly down stairs. This was a god excuse to get up even if my parents were just getting water so when I slipped out of my room I was shocked to see my mom in her work uniform. I knew she was going to work but for how long and how far away. So I observed her for a while to see if I could find any hints. First she made coffee, something she did every morning so not out of the ordinary. Then she put some items in the car like her phone charger which she would usually not need for a short trip and other items that she only took with her to Japan. At that moment it came to me she was getting ready to leave on a six day trip to Japan she did not do this often but when she did it was unexpected she would be home that night and gone by the time I was awake. So me being very young did not want her to leave me with just my brother and dad (almost a week with only boys).I knew I had to stop her or at least let her know how I felt. I ran out of my hiding spot in the hallway and grabbed her leg. I didn’t have to say a word she already knew I was upset just by the look on my face so she said,” Ali I have to go to work it’s the only way for me to make money and buy you all the things you want,”. My reply was,” but why do you have to leave for almost a week,” She knew I wasn’t going to give up and I really had no intentions of giving in. she walked me back to my room and stayed with me for the rest of the night, or at least until I fell asleep. And when I woke in the morning I was angry to find her not in her bed or even in the house. Finally when those boy infested days passed, and my mom got home I was very angry with her. But in the back of my mind I understood she had to work and it was important although I did not like the idea of her being gone it was something I had to get used to. That night changed me because I relized that my mom is not always going to be with me and I will be on my own sometimes. But I will never forget how she risked being late to work and possibly missing her flight for me to make sure that I was happy.

 

My Box of Memories

Filed under: Uncategorized on Thursday, October 9th, 2008 by kimberleighbms | 1 Comment
When I was three years old I was a Barbie doll fanatic I was always playing with Barbie dolls every hour of the day that is until I was forced to go to bed. I even had four of the Barbie doll houses, pools, and beach kits.

For Christmas it was obvious to my grandma what to get me as a present. My grandmother was the best she would do anything for us or get us grand kids everything our hearts desired. I did not know her for long but I know she had a great sense of humor I have been told many stories of when I was trying to talk to her but she was busy and I would say, “You are obviously not paying attention to me I will talk to you later,” and she would just laugh. But the coolest thing about my grandmother was she was an amazing painter. Till this day I still have some of the things she painted for me in my room.

The evening of Christmas I was so exited to bring on the presents that I ran to my grandmas wonderfully decorated tree and saw a small square shaped present with my name on it. I grabbed the present and waited for everyone to get their presents and be seated then ripped off the wrapping paper. When every little piece and scrap of paper was off the box I saw Barbie right their on the top. It was a music box so I had to open it, as soon as I did a slow and peaceful song started to play and their a small shrunken down Barbie sitting on a patch of grass spinning around and behind her was a small mirror. I also figured out that the music box had another small compartment because it was a jewelry box to. My grandma seemed pleased and satisfied with my reaction.

A year passed and after a couple months in July my grandma passed away. When I was told this I didn’t know that it meant she was permanently gone and I would never see her again. I still had no idea what had happened until the day of her funeral when my dad came home crying(she was his mom). That’s when I knew something wasn’t right. It hit me that she was gone and not coming back. I ran into my room locked the door and threw myself on my bed as I cried my eyes out. When I noticed out of the corner of my eye the music box. I Grabbed the box, opened it, and listened to the song playing it was comforting and reminded me of all the good times I had had with my grandma.

Till this day when ever I have a moment that I need to think of her, I pull out the box and listen to the song. I also added some pictures an jewelry that she had given to me and when I look at them I go back to those times with her and wish I was their and every time I hear the song I think of it as her voice and I know that she is watching over me and remembering those times too.