Cuddle the Music. (Value Essay)

Cuddle The Music.

Now a days, you see everyone walking around with their glitzy technology, glamorous jewelry, little puppies, name brand everything. Not a care in the world. Whatever happened to value? Can we just go out and buy a 300 dollar name brand boot, or a couple hundred dollar down payment on a new car? Does anyone remember the times when we actually value what we got. Does anyone are about those special moments with family anymore? Those long nights alone? How's that for value? Now tell me, reading this.. Is there even anything to value? Forget about the name brand stuff, and remember the times that you can cherish forever.

She's waiting there for me everyday by the door. Her cute little face staring at me, eyes matching mine. It's almost like she can sense me getting off the bus from my long day at school. I see her bright green eyes, long soft fur, and curled whiskers awaiting at my door blocking my path until I bend down to pet her. Her "purr" is simply perfection and the way she's always there for me and knows something's wrong is imaginable. Almost like she can read me. My cat Minnie is seriously my best friend. She may just be a cat to everyone else but to me she is so much more. She's that shoulder to cry on when I need her, she's my pillow to rest my head on when I'm down, she's my friend when I need someone to play with. Whenever I'm sad, she can sense it. A soft rub up against my shin, I feel her vibrate of a purr and knows she's telling me it will be okay. I an go up I my bedroom shut my door in hopes of privacy but as soon as I sit to rest I hear scratches on my door, it's my baby waiting for me. She pounces up in my den with me and we sit there having a conversation like no other. No one else would be able to read it or understand it. Nothing gets passed across, just my hand on her back and her comfort in my heart. Reading this right now, you might think I'm crazy but you should think again. If you had no one else, but a cat who loved you more than life, where would you turn?

I feel my walls vibrate, my heart thump with the bass, colorful winds take over my mind I'm lost in the music once again. Lyrics being spewed through my headphones, blocking out any unnecessary thoughts or problems. I adjust my volume just a few beats higher, I cuddle up close to my boyfriends sweatshirt and I'm gone. All my worries, issues, problems everything's just gone, vanished like a ghost in the night. My music has won again. Never once has my music failed to make my day better, to stop my tears, and to remind that it'll be okay. I feel visuals of the words being said, the band members individually pulling me out of a crowd of billions of people because even then I still feel alone, screaming the words into my ears until I finally understand them and agree. Band members have always found a way to save my life through their music and with that I dedicate my life to them. Band posters cover my walls, CDs everywhere, band tees and tons of storage space on my phone dedicated to them. With every word that travels through their microphone and into my ears has so much emotion, these people don't even know me but understand me better than the people who do. I crave music every day and truly cannot live without it. I'm so appreciative that these band members have enough strength and willpower to share their words with me, to take my hand and pull me out of sadness everyday of my life. I honestly owe my life to music.

Both losing myself in music and owning my loving kitty are similar in ways. They both comfort me when I'm upset and need cheering up, They're both there for me when I need a shoulder to cry on. My cat allows me to vent my problems out when I need it, my music allows me to forget about them when I need it. Both objects keep me in a star of sanity and without them is probably lose it. The two objects I value are two completely different things with such similar effects on me and my personality. They even have great effects on me life and that's why I value them so much.

Besides similarities my cat and music have difference too. My cat lets me vent my problems,while my music understands them and tells me it's okay. My music reminds me not to give up and to keep holding on. My cat gives me a reason not to give up and to keep holding on. My cat is a physical thing that I can touch and love, my music is a feel. A vibe that takes over and numbs you to a point of well being again. I would NEVER be able to live without my cat though. My music either, these two things are so important in my life.

Speak Final Assessment.

Speak Final Assessment:

1. A inner/outer voice discord that has occurred: Many time my sister has gotten on my nerves to a point where I want to smack her. She urkes me to the very last straw where she gets so under my skin I can't take it anymore. A lot of times I don’t really think I just do but sometimes I dont. Anyways, one time my sister got so under my skin where I just flipped and the inner voice in my head was telling me to just walk away but my outer voice was telling me to smack her. Instead of listening to the angel on my shoulder, I listened to the devil on my other side and smacked her. My mom got mad at me, and I got in trouble. Again. To go against my inner voice at first felt good because it got my sister to stop, but then once I got in trouble for hitting my sister my mom got mad and it made me depressed. Instead of hitting my sister I should have listened to my inner voice and not have hit her but I wanted to so I did. The end.

2. Once upon a lovely squiddly diddly doo time, I was walking down the street and I wanted ice cream. So my inner voice was telling me to go inside the store and get ice cream with my moms money. then my outter voice was like yeah do it, it for a really good cause because you’re hungry and the ice cream looks delicious, so I went into the store… and I bought ice cream! It was strawberry shortcake with little sprinkles on top. I got in trouble when I got home because I didn’t buy what my mom wanted me to, but I told her it was for a good cause and got the ice cream. Then I gave her a bite and her whole mood changed. It was like a klondike bar. What would YOU DO for a klondike bar? I ended up spending all the money my mom gave me on more and more and more and more ice cream. But it was okay because the ice cream made me happy and I’m glad my voices harmonized together to get this lovely treat. Knowing my action were in accordance made me not have to really think about what I was doing so instead of thinking about what I was really doing I just went ahead and bought that yummy strawberry shortcake deluxe popsicle.

3. IN the book Speak by Laurie Halse Anderson, Melinda’s inner and outter voice disagreed a lot. One part of the story where it really shows this, is towards the end when Andy took her inside the closet where she had made her own closet room. Melinda was about to get hurt again she had the choice to scream or not. Melindas inner voice knew she should scream for help, but her outter voice was really scared and didn't know what to do. Instead, she didn’t scream she knew she should but she didnt. She did tell him how she really felt and the whole field hockey team did come in and save her but she didn’t cream. She did the take the piece of glass and cut him with it so that could be a hormic way but in this paragraph I’m talking about disagreement.

Secrets in the Attic V.C. Andrews.

First Quarter Outside Reading Book Review.

Secrets In The Attic by V.C Andrews, Pocket Star, 2007. Genre: Fiction.

    Two girls (Zipporah and Karen) are best friends, and they have been. They share everything, absolutely everything, except some secrets that Karen has been hiding. Karen has always been more mature than Zipporah, physically and mentally. Karens stepfather Harry Pearson is the definition of a perfect person in everyones eyes except Karens, but nobody knows that he has been raping her, or sitting in his moms old house to talk to his dead mother when he thinks no one is around. Karen has had enough of the unbelievable torture of getting raped by her stepfather every night when her moms asleep and not caring about this matter. One night, Karen dresses up in Pearson’s mother's old clothes and lays in bed waiting for him to taunt him with the thought of how his mother must feel about him doing such a horrid thing to her. Once he comes in he's ready to do what he has to do but seeing Karen likes this gets him angry, he tries to rape her one last time but Karens prepared and stabs him. Karen took off and no one knew where she was hiding, that lead everyone into expecting that she did kill him. Guess where she was? Zipporah's attic.. not even Zipporah had known for a while. Zipp, kept her secret safe between them two, until her brother came home from college. Although he had already known because him and Karen had been mailing each other back and forth through college, Zipp and him didn't know about each other knowing. Eventually, Karen and Zipp’s brother end up getting intimate and one straw that Karen pulls revealing that now she has gone mad, and Zipp’s brother calls an end and tells the cops about her. Now, Karens in the mental hospital and finds out shes pregnant with Zipporah’s brothers kid! Wow plot twist huh?

Secrets in The Attic is a very good book. It's easy reading. I had a hard time putting it down. Well written. I plan to read it again -Maggie2011MI

    This author has many book series and I find her a very well written author. Her books are very exciting and very brought to life. She uses a lot of similes and makes great metaphors in her writing as well.

    “Harry Pearson is dead,” She told me, then to be sure I understood, she added “Karen’s stepfather is dead.” (On back)

    Both girls in the book neither have such a great life, Zipporah feels very alone sometimes and usually only has Karen to confide in. Once she loses Karen, Zipp is actually lost. I have the same problem I've lost many friends and without them I feel lost. I like being isolated and don't enjoy big groups of people, I like being alone and even in a crowded room feel lost and alone. I feel as if Zipporah would be the same way. A connection to Karen would be that Karen is mature for her age, also Im very mature for my age as well and I always have been.

-5 Paws. Devour it.

Daisies Mistake.

Author Notes: 
1.What I'm trying to have my reader get out of this story, is that in the two books I read, the characters Karen and Daisy were two complete opposite. Karen was a betraying liar who only thought of herself. While Daisy was caring and honest and kindhearted she risked her life for her best friends.
2.This essay wasn't really easy to write because choosing two characters to combine into a story when they are completely difficult isn't the easiest thing to do. I managed to come up with the idea of betrayal because that's pretty much what happens when people are completely different. Not always but most of the time.
3.The part of my essay that was harder to write was the conflict, I had to find a conflict to encounter. I couldn't find anything for them to come across.
4.I feel as if my story isn't finished, I'm not sure what to add to it to complete it but I don't know it just needs something. I feel as if it should have more of a complete ending than just a cliffhanger ending.

It was dark and gloomy and the smell of death chased them through the air. The barn looked as though it was such a massacre and the bodies were everywhere. looking around to see if anyone had been alive, Daisy and Piper moved around any unnecessary, untouched props.

    “Help me.” A quaint voice whispered from one of the corners of the barn.

    “Did you hear something?” Daisy asked piper in curiousity that it wasn't her hunger and dehydration playing tricks on her.”

    “I heard it. Someones here, and alive.” again the quaint voice whispered from the corner of the barn and this time simultaneously Piper and Daisy looked over into the corner to see something moving. Something moving so slow, it looked like a slow motion clip you would see in one of those dramatic movies on the lifetime network. “Hello?” Piper chanted in her meek tone. “Who are you? Whats wrong? What had happened?” A series of questions had escaped pipers mouth without her permission it had seemed.

    “Help me.” The low voice kept repeating those two words as a record stuck on replay. Daisy ran over to the motionless body, so dead it was barely alive. Laying in a pool of blood, blood everywhere, such a conspiracy look alike. it was slaughter, a nightmare!

    “Oh god…Karen?” It had been Karen. once her best friend and now a resemblance of a beaten piece of meat. “What are you doing here? What happened?”

    “Its not safe you need to leave, they could still be here. Just go Daisy, take Piper and leave.”

    “No Karen, i'm not leaving you here.. not alone not like this. You have to come with me.” Daisy Demanded to Karen with tears swelling into her eyes. Seeing her friend like this killed her.

    “After the event with Harry, after the cops took me away, they left me for dead. They

were on his side, they told me I have the right to suffer like I made Harry do. They could be watching Daisy. You have to leave. Now!”

    “I'm not leaving you here, you can repeat it all you want. You're coming with us, now!” Daisy mocked Karens exaggeration and pulled her up by her arms and dragged her over her shoulders. “The barns only a mile or two away, once we get there I'll sneak back into the old house and get the first aid, thats if it is still there. We should be safe there, it looks like nobody has noticed it, it looks untouched.”

    “Just be careful Daisy.” As Piper carried the leftover belongings they had found on the way there and Daisy carried Karen, they caught up. “How has your stay in hell been? Bad I assume.” Being locked away in hiding because no one wanted to admit the murder of Harry pearson, (such an important part to this town) was his own stepdaughter, Daisy had kept her in hiding in the old house until she did wrong and her brother found out calling the cops and betraying Karen and Daisies’ secrets to sticking together forever.

    “Karen, it wasn't so bad.. Jesse got let off easy since he was the one who had called the cops on you. But, Piper and I were taken for granted and put doing community service. While the war broke out we had to take care of what was left of the farms and such. Aunt Penn had never returned either, the boys are gone and now It just Piper and I. Now you as well. But tell me, those bodies there cant just be for decoration Karen. What happened?”

“It was awful, after I had killed Harry Pearson and after your brother called the police they took me away. They took me to a hospital for crazy people, they didn't let me tell my side of the story. They would have believed me anyways, so I didn't fight back, I let them do their job. Then one night I was asleep in the room, I heard all this noise from outside, the echoes screamed my name and I knew it wasn't okay. They were going to take me somewhere, they marched in simultaneously and that was it. They dropped me in the back of the truck, and left me here. I've been here quite a while Daisy, longer than you think. I've barely had food besides the leftovers the rest of them had. There were people being abused and killed and I had to watch it. Its bad enough seeing what I went through, killing someone myself and now watching people being killed. It was a nightmare, its all your fault.” That was it, those words sent Daisy into a trans. Piper saw the look in her eyes and knew nothing was going to be okay anymore. Karen had lost it, she was a liar, a pathological liar who brought Daisy into her web of lies causing so much pain into her life.

    “Listen Karen, I didn't choose to call the cops. The stories weren't making sense. Jesse and I couldn’t hide you any longer. We couldn't do it, the cops knew something wasn't up and its illegal to hide someone from the cops I tried. Were the birds to the feather and I know I shouldn't have held you in the first place. Don't you dare try to blame this on me, I was bulletproof, after you killed Harry you shot me with your lies. That was it. It wasn't my fault.” Karen hopped off of Daisies’ shoulders as if nothing had happen, the same role she had always played with people. Her lies again. “Karen, what are you doing? You're hurt! No! You're a liar!”

    I knew you and Piper would arrive, I planned all this out oh so carefully after they left me there. They left me there for dead because of you, all the pain you put me through. You and I were never good friends, I was always envious of you! But, not anymore Daisy. Not anymore. All this ends right here right now.” Karen reached for something which looked metal in Daisies eyes but she was so confused and shocked to notice, her best friend who had killed her own stepfather, used her for hiding, got her caught up in something someone like Daisy would never get caught up in, was about to kill her too. After everything, this whole game called friendship, surrounded by an even larger game called high school and the largest game called life, but in this game you don't get three lives. “Goodbye Daisy.”

Daisy & Piper; How I Live Now by Rosoff

Karen; Secrets In The Attic by V.C Andrews