Honestly I don’t think that I would change anything in my
life. I believe that everything happens for a reason and that this is how my
life is supposed to turn out, but if I was going to change one thing I think
that I would change is what I did in the first grade. I did something bad; I don’t
really know what it was that I had done; but somehow I got a red light. I knew
that I would get a whooping if I came home with a red light, so I came home
went straight to my sister’s room and got her markers and for some reason I
thought that black would be a good color to make the red go away; not thinking
about when the teacher saw it, so when my mom got home she had asked for my progress
report for the day and I handed her the card with the black light on it and she
looked at it and said “What does a black mean? What did you do to get a black
light?” I just looked at her and thought about it long and hard and finally
said “I don’t know what I did to get a black light.” She just continued to look
at the card and then finally just signed the card and put a note at the bottom
of the card saying “How did David get a black light and what does that mean?” I
don’t remember what happened after that but all I know is that to this day I have
not told my mom or dad that I was the one that made the black light!
Sunday, December 16, 2012
Sunday, December 9, 2012
What I wish I know before I was 15
1. Life speeds up the older that you get.
11. School gets a lot harder the older you get.
12. You don't anyways know the people who you think you do.
13. Your family means a lot more to you than you think.
14. How hard life was going to be.
15. To find out who your real friends were.
Sunday, December 2, 2012
The Hunter
The mask was hot and slipped slightly on his head. This equipment had not been made for him. He had to move. Staying still was a bad idea. Instinctively He moved to the next place of cover along the east side. He was just over six feet tall and he had tucked his brown hair into his helmet as much as he could.
He kept his gun close to his
chest and listened. I got one! Move left!
Move up! Cover me! He felt invisible almost excited as slight
movement in an abandoned van caught his eye.
He turned slightly and looked down the barrel of his gun and executed
two precise shots through the van window: one to each eye. He ran again.
Some old oil drums concealed his body from
his pursuers. Two shots to the
head! Move to the right! Watch that side! They were better trained than him. They had years of hunting, stalking, and
winning. There was no time to be afraid.
He got down on his stomach and peeked out from his hiding place.
Then he saw the flaw. He had been forgotten. There they were: the last two enemies. They were laying down fire at his friend. This was his moment! He ran noiselessly and pointed the gun at the
first man his body was painted with splotches of green. Then he rounded the barrier and pointed at
their leader. “Freeze, dirt bag!” It was all he could think of to say. He collapsed and threw up his hands and with
tearful laughter, he conceded, “I surrender.” The rest walked on to the
field. A young blonde man reached down
his hand to the man on the ground and said, “Sorry Gunny, my best friend is awesome!” He took off his helmet and said, “three out
of five guys! I like this game!” As the
sun went down on a great day, he smiled and thought, “I am a beast; I can play
paintball with Marines.”
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