Puzzle Pieces

Suddenly it all goes

wrong again

I try to pick up the puzzle pieces

and make them fit in again

but I surrender half way

and throw them

to the floor again.

You rebuke

my imprudent manners

embarking me into

a long, long

journey towards

collage, gardes, rules.

The rules of life

and how you have to play the game

correctly or not at all.

My lackadaisical effort

towards the grades

My munity

in following rules.

But I don't want to

follow orders.

It rankles you

It makes you go mad

and I pick up the pieces again

I'm working

I'm trying

on that puzzle game

that I can't manege

to dominate

I get mad

I hate it.

But I recover my patients

and remember the consequences

that I will get.

I will make you serene again

and forever

I'll make a conscientious effort

and not throw the pieces again.

Book Review

Pretty Little Liars

by: Patty Pataro

Pretty Little Liars by Sara Shepard is a coming of age novel, which reveals the dirty secrets of Aria, Spencer, Hannah and Emily. These pretty little lairs have some dirty little secrets. Aria is falling in love with hes history teacher, Hannah is using some tricks to stay beautiful, Spencer ruined her sisters wedding and Emily is crushing on the new girl at school. But only one know all this secrets, Allison.

Back in 7th grade Aria, Spencer, Hannah and Emily where losers. But they always felt like they couldn't fit it. Then Allison came and united everyone back together, she said secrets where what kept them close, and so it was. Allison was the leader of the gang, the one who made all the decisions and comments; everyone else followed.

Allison decided that they where all going to the barn, to get their secrets back together but as always she wanted to be the leader until Emily stopped her. Allison got mad as the spoiled little brat she was and leaved very frustrated. When the rest wake up, Allison was gone. Some said she got raped, others said she commit suicide, and others think she ran away but no one really knew where she went for three years. And as Allison was gone their secrets where gone too.

Aria went out of the country during the disappearance, and the rest staid in the neighborhood. Their life's had changed completely, instead of going to parties and have fun, they spend their time crying and getting paranoid at what had happened. When they all came back to start school after three long years, “A” started texting them with all the secrets they had shared. No one knew if it was really Allison or a mysterious anonymous. A series of different acts start happening, and they all start to freak out. The real question is, who is "A" and why is she doing this.

Sara Shepard makes a wonderful job and discrabing and how teenagers feel. It shows you know you have to be more careful and I strongly recommend this book to mostly girls and has a great meaning of peer pressure and being your-slef. It will pull you in and won't seem to ever have enough, you will never want to stop. Be ready because this roller coaster is ready to begin and there's just no turning back.

Confession Tuesday

1. I hate boys who think they can get any girl they want, and they are actually not cute. Don’t be such a player and be a little more sensitive, maybe with that you could get a girl.

1. I hate when boys say something behind you back or share a secret with some other friends but when you ACCIDENTALLY say some secret of theirs to one of their best friends they go nuts. Not fair, and it drives me crazy.

1. I hate when people say something with out knowing the story behind it. If you are going to gossip something, first of all get your facts straight and second of all when they catch you accept it and don’t start making another story to cover it up.

1. I stalk everyone on facebook. I check everything, I don’t know why but its just so interesting. Ask me anything on facebook and I’ll tell you when it happened.

1. When I hear Justin Bieber’s songs I imagine that he is singing it to me. I know, I know...a little weird but I just love him so much!

1. When I heard that Justin Bieber and the “baby” girl where making out on the car I got so depressed that I didn’t even want to eat.

1. I always wondered why did Mrs. Medows called me FireFly....

Wider and Wider

Chatting, BBM, Facebook

too busy in my own world.

Too busy to look at you

or pay attention.

The distance between you

and me

growing wider and wider

everyday.

We don’t talk

anymore

We don’t laugh together

anymore.

Someone tell me,

what’s going on.

Is it me?

Is it you?

You ask me to play

I say no.

You ask for my attention

I say I’m busy.

You leave, sad and disappointed.

And I regret what did.

Why can’t we get along?

We did fine

when we where younger.

I go to your room

you’re watching football.

I ask how’s school

but you ignore me

you avoid me

and wave good-bye.

The our relationship

weaker and weaker.

Brother, I want to

be the same as before

I want to laugh with you

I’ll promise

I’ll change

if you change

too.

Hey Coach, Why Don’t you Run Too?

Why are P.E. coaches always fat or over weight? It’s just abhorrent to me. They are supposed to be the example of us by being affable or something, it doesn’t make sense that they are fat. That means that you are not exercising at all or they eat like a pig. What is the message that they are giving us? That they chose this job just because you like to watch us suffer doing what you should do? It’s just not right. And then they make us run twice as much as what they should run! It’s like “Hey if you like to make us run so much, why don’t you try it?

But life is full of questions, also one of them is: Why do we even have to have P.E.? I entreat for this answer, it haunt me all the time! I feel a profound hate toward this class. If we want to be fat we can be fat. Its our choice! Like i said in my last Confession Tuesday, Its P.E. class for crying out load, not the freaking olympics! I think they are so irascible all the time is because they are frustrated of their fatness. And the worst part is that when you actually try to participate, no body pass you the ball and then the coaches put you a zero for not participating. But thats a little out of subject.

The point is, WHY CAN’T THEY GET IN SHAPE?! They are trying to get us in shape, and have they look them selfs in the mirror. Like “Honey, you need exercise not us.” But again we wouldn’t have to deal with this is there was no P.E. Don’t take amiss this tirade, I just wanted to impel this off my chest.

My Confessions

1. P.E. coaches, specially coach Henter. Its so annoying when then want you to participate and run and kick the ball and then give you a zero for not participating. Well, excuse me but nobody passed me the ball! A little tip, this is P.E. class --for crying out laud-- not the freaking olympics! And by the way, not every one is a sport star.

1. When you arrive at 8:01 at school and you are late. One minute late is not going to make a difference. Its not like in one minute you are going to lose the whole entire lesson....

1. Back to P.E., why do we even have to have P.E.? If you want to be fat its your choice. Its like telling someone that they have to look like a model to succeed in life. Well, I think its unfair, if you want to be fat you have the right to be fat!

1. Why can’t we go to Pan&Canela after school? First of all its not like someone is going to rape us or something just by crossing the street and if they try to, there are a lot of people watching and I’m sure they will call the police. Second, school is over. Its not their responsibility anymore of where are we.

1. When people put on facebook or on BMM “@___________”. WE DON’T CARE! We don’t care if you are on a soccer game, we don’t care if you are doing homework, we don’t care if you are arriving to school, we don’t care if you are pooping! WE DON’T CARE! We are not your personal stalkers to be informed in everything you are doing!

1. I hate when my parents compare me to other kids. I am your daughter! How would they feel if I compared me to another parents? Not good, so then don’t do it! And besides you only compare the good stuff but if you would really get to know hat person....

1. I love when I’m in a really bad mood and someone just randomly makes me laugh and it makes my day.

1. I love to bother _____ and ______ by saying “what a nice couple” or “cuties!” when they are not even dating but they where and people can’t get over it.

1. I love to be hipper in P.E. It just feels like doing anything and you don’t care what your doing until coach tells you to stop but you just can’t your self.

1. I hate boys who act differently just to be popular or when they are around their girl friends, its like dude shut-up.

1. I hate when people hate celebrities, you don’t even know them or their inner problems. You just stereo type and think they are like that but I bet that ShowBiz twist a lot of stories around.

I Stood Nervoulsy

I stand in front of the audience,

my hands shaking uncontrollably

getting sweaty and sweaty.

Everything becomes blurry

as I grab the microphone

to say my speech,

my too-well-practiced speech

Why am I so nervous?

I had done this millions of times.

This time its different

but I can’t figure out why.

All the students

looking, waiting

impatiently.

“Just stick to the speech

everything will be fine”

I repeat.

I try to shake my anxiety

away, far away

but its too comfortable

and wants to stay.

I could finally speak

and say my speech.

As I finished I felt

the big waste in my shoulders

gone, gone for good.

And I could breath normally again.

Sometimes you think

something is easier than

you where expecting for

until you realize that

you can’t take things for granted.

12:43 p.m. “So the winner is

Patty Pataro for president!”

the speakers announced

I jumped with joy, I could’t belive it

I won