Growing Up!

Authors Note: This is about how life can be hard at times, but being yourself is always the best solution to almost everything. Do not try to be someone your not because god put you on this earth to be YOU, and only you.

“Lilly, get up for school!” yells Lilly’s Mom. 

“I’m up! Just wait a minute!” Lilly screams back.  Lilly is thirteen, and since she is a teen she feels like she has to be just like her older sister Karina.  Karina is 15 years old and she is super cool according to Lilly.  Lilly looks up to her cool sister and she wants to be just like her, except Karina gets annoyed of Lilly always taking her make-up, clothes, and personality.  One day before school, Lilly went into her sister’s room without her knowing, and took a really cute top out of her sisters closet.  Since it was the first day of school, Lilly wanted to look cute.  She got all her make up on and got her hair done.  Her make- up was too dark, and her skirt was really short.  But then again, now a day’s that’s what everyone wears to school.  She just wants to fit in like everyone else. 

“Lilly let’s go, you’re going to be late for the first day of school!” her mom yells.

“I’m coming Mom! Just calm down and give me a minute!!!! UGH!” Lilly yells down to her Mom.

“Let’s go. We are leaving!” Mom yells.  Lilly rushes down the stairs and gets into the car. 

“You look like a cake face!  Way too much make up on sis,” says Karina.

“Shut up, I’m fine.  Leave me alone,” says Lilly.

When they finally get to school everyone was looking at Lilly like she was a freak.  She decided that it was annoying her so she took off all her make- up and changed into her gym clothes.  When she got home her mom gave her a lesson on how she looked like a cake face and she needed to just be herself and ignore all those haters. Lilly finally got the memo and changed the next day.  Karina was so happy about Lilly changing back to Lilly; she even gave her some make-up tips and a skirt.  In the end, Lilly was herself and was a great girl.

The Perfect Friendship

              This poem really speaks to me because of one friend that I know will always stay close no matter what.  Her name is Sophie Desidero. We almost never get into fights and if we do, we will always make it better.  I know nothing or no one will come between us because we will always have a path leading to each other and we won’t let anyone come in between us.  Our friendship is like the moon, you can’t always see it, but you know it’s always there and you always can feel that you have a strong bond with it. 

I knew you were my best friend from the start because right away we connected perfectly.  I am so glad you are in my life because without you, I would never have such a perfect best friend.  And I am sorry for the times that I hurt you, but I know we will get through it and move on.  Our bond is so close and tight, I know that in high school we will still have that strong path between us.

I Love you Sophia Desidero and I always will.

Hopefully we will always have that strong bond and path between us and it will never break or come apart.  Whatever comes between us we will hopefully forgot and move on and start over again.

A Hurtful Christmas

Authors Note: This is a point of view perspective of a shoe. The shoe is a Muk luck. I received this object for my early birthday from my Godparents/god sister.


Eww! Your foot smells awful! I hate being a shoe because of all the dirt and grime I get on my body. It’s just not fair! People think that they can just walk all over us, NO NO, NO, that’s not how it works. I go from a factory in China, all the way over to U.S.A and they treat me like this?!?  They need manners because they do not have one clue on what they are.

Another reason I hate being a shoe, is because you don’t get treated like one. My owners just put me in a bucket and expect me to be ok with it! What do they expect me to do in a bucket? Next, I’m always looking dirty. I have a white feature on me, and they never clean that part of me. I don’t want to go around looking dirty. Lastly, I hate being a shoe!