Fourth chapter! WHOOO I'm on a ROLL baby, on a ROLL!

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English Class- Monday, September 15, 2011

I would love to have an identical twin. You would have someone to talk to all the time. You could share clothes. You might have the same friends. I think it would be exciting to have someone just like me, and see how they acted and what they did. What I was better at and what they were better at. We could split jobs around the house, and help each other with homework. You wouldn't have to call someone to go running with you or practice basketball on the weekends. You'd always have someone right there with you.

Some bad things would be the fact that there was someone just like you. There would be arguments over who's prettier, or better at this or that. Then there would be the fight over who's better friends with who, if you had the same friends. If not, it would probably be: "Well, my friends are better, more popular, and more fun than your friends." You couldn't be your own person because there is someone just like you. There would be a lot of stress and competition in your family. I'd still like to have a twin- probably because I don't!

English Class- Tuesday, September 16, 2011

I'm not really sure how to answer that question. My father lives with us, is wealthy, and has me, two more girls, and one boy. I haven't really spent 'time' with him since I was two. That creates a bad image of fathers in my mind. I have a half-sibling who lives with her dad, and she was born before my mom married my dad. It's not the same. Sometimes he's alright, but other times I hate him. I don't think I would want him to spend more time with me, because, literally, he delights in telling me what to do. He has to be in control and be right at all times. If he isn't, he'll yell or even be more demanding that he gets his way.

So, it may sound greedy, but I'd rather have him give me presents since he can't show emotions or be understanding ninety-eight percent of the the time. I think I'd say the same for my real father...but maybe he's a little more understanding and able to show emotion. You'd probably not mind my view of him! He doesn't call my mom or even me...ever, especially when he's at work being a lawyer. If he really tried to talk to me now, I'd definitely tell him off about it. That couldn't make up for the past 13 years, though. I would dislike it very much to spend time with a heartless guy like that. Presents is definitely the answer.

English Class- Wednesday, September 17, 2011

The worst nightmare I can remember happened when I was five years old. I had watched a really dumb and funny movie that evening involving a vampire. It was a really short nightmare. I was sleeping, when a small bat flew directly above my head. When I looked up, the bat closed it's wings. When it spread them apart, a man with a pale face and slicked black hair appeared, spreading his cloak apart. He had a red vest on that looked shiny over a white shirt. He had black pants and shoes on and a brooch on the neck of his shirt. He had red eyes and blood-stained fangs. He let out a hiss, and I woke up. I'm not sure if it had any meaning. I can still see it vividly in my mind, though. I think it all meant was that my imagination was running wild and I shouldn't have watched that movie before I went to sleep, even though I didn't think it was scary at all.

English Class- Thursday, September 18, 2011

If I could be as talented as a friend of mine at anything, it would be twirling. She is very good at it. I am alright, but I don't have as much as experience at it as she does. She plays wonderfully on defense. I'm not sure about offense, but she does well overall. It would be awesome to be that great. My mom was the star girl's baton twirler since she was a freshman. Her coach always wanted to move her up to varsity, because she played so well all through high school. My grandpa told the coach to leave her in JV, so that she could get a chance to twirl and have some experience for varsity. It just seems I need more practice, and for my mom to teach me about the game. I have the genes, I just need to learn how to use them. I made final cuts last year, but then I got cut. I wasn't upset, though. My mom coached girl's twirling for 5 years, and she wasn't happy with the practices! I guess she wasn't that wonderful on offense but she was really good at defense!