There once was a purse, black as night, that desired its own individual to care for it.. The purse waited in the stores inventory of its clothing and other purses seeing plentiful of different people just walk passed her and not a glance the purse saw or seeing any interest in her on the others. It dreamed of a day when that astonishing person would come into the magnificent store only looking at her and would instantly purchase her and take her home. And that day came. On a bight and hot day the clerk opened the store and as usual did the normal routine. Cleaning, scrubbing, and anticipating the clerk awaited  customers to come into the store and bargain money for the newest paycheck. On the blazing hot day, there was a young teen looking for places to shop with her birthday money looked into the store and wanted to shop. She glanced over at the shining purse that was in the raze of the sun and became interested in looking at it. The purse knew she was looking at her and to took action and but on a smile and trying to look pretty for the teen. Smiling, and waving, the purse wanted her to purchase her. Sure enough the teen thought about purchasing and finally bought her. The purse was jumping in glee inside knowing that its dream day had come. The teen loved the purse and used it constantly. Receiving commentary on itself almost every day. The purse liked being popular and feeling affluent and admired. Over time of being used and feeling loved the day came of the teen to move on. The purse looked back and saw times of being used and seeing over time you get torn down. The purse was now older than it was when purchased and was noticing rips on her sides and on the straps but, with determination the purse tried to look as new as it used to be but it didn’t work the teen had seen the purse ripping and being torn it knew the purse had done its job. The purse knew it was about the time and saw that she had done her pursuit for the teen. The purse looked back into the past and remembered every single minute almost with the teen. Seeing tons of memorable memories. The purse smiled and laughed and wanted to wave said to herself goodbye. Both the purse and the teen will never forget there  moments together , never. 

The deck of cards was always very happy. People would always come to play with it.  Its favorite game was called mow.  It was so funny seeing everybody getting angry at the dealer because the  dealer cannot tell the rules to the players.  One game the cards did not like was where people had to slap the cards the in order to get more so they could win the game.  Something happened to the cards and the entire world that would change the cards lives forever.  When video games came along the kids who would used to play with cards would play video games.  This broke the cards heart.  They felt abandoned and angry.  Then something happened in the cards favor a group of guys found the cards they started playing with them.  From then on the guys where playing with the cards, they had gotten their friends hooked on the playing.  This made the cards feel happy again.

The pink brand new hairbrush sat on the same shelf in the beauty store for months. It had been hiding in the darkness of the shelf behind the newest and most advanced hairbrushes in the store. The brush had no idea as to what its job was to do; it had never been used by any person before. One day, as a small girl walked past the shelf, with long beautiful black hair, she quickly grabbed the brand new hairbrush. She ran to the cash register to purchase it. Seconds later, she ran to her mother's car and opened the packaged box to grasp this brush. The child ran the brush through her long, silky hair. The brush was in much confusion, but also felt this action was exciting. However, it was very concerned when there were strands of hair remaining in the holes in which the little girl used to brush her hair. When the child and her mother returned home, the small girl placed her precious hairbrush on the clean counter of the hallway bathroom. Every morning, day after day, the same girl used the hair brush to comb out her hair. The hairbrush also heard the many sounds of the hair blow dryer and the shower running every morning. It had gotten used to the same routine every day. However, one day one of the little girl's friends decided to use the brush to comb out her hair. The brush was not used to this, for this "new girl" had hair that was very short and had locks of curls. Soon later, the brush realized it was not the same girl as who had been using this brush for months now; it understood and carried on until the same small girl with long, silky hair returned and combed out her own hair. Throughout the next few months, the hairbrush had become very torn up, and the soft shades of paint had rubbed off from being in use everyday for almost a year. There were scratches on the back of the brush from sometimes being tossed onto the counter roughly. However, the same small, little girl with the silky black long hair continued to use this hairbrush for many years.

The little brown teddy bear awaits the arrival of his knew owner. Many children had gone over to him and buy him but their mother always said, " but son you have to many toys already why don't you play with one of those," and so they would always leave him. That was until a little girl who had never had a teddy bear looked right at his glassy black eyes and hugged him. She slowly let go and let her mother see it. Though he didn't understand anything because they spoke a different language from him. What he could understand was that he was getting a new home because the little girls face shone brighter than the light of the Sun. After paying for him, he was put in the backseat of a new Mercedes Benz with the little girl in the car seat next to him. The girl then pulled him out of the bag and talked to him though he didn't understand anything. After many weeks, the bear was able to understand this "new" language. He new when the girl needed a friend because she would brake open the door and start to weep. He then would climb down from where he was and consult the little girl. The next day was the first day of preschool, the little girl who had grown a couple of inches but was still very small. But when they stepped through those sliding doors, he saw a variety of kids, different color of the skin and eyes, different heights, and of course some slimmer than others. That night he was forgotten at the preschool and had not slept comfortably because he wasn't next to his owner but lying on the table which was also the cleaner one. The next day the little girl hadn't shown up and so the teachers put him in the lost and found. After not being claimed for months they finally shipped him to a child in Africa who never had a toy. To this day that teddy bear has been passed from generation to generation and is still happily living.

Its a hot day as you enter. Your feet feel the sand in between your toes. as you lay upon it you feel the hot raze upon you. now you feel warmth and happiness. In the distance you hear the waves. you now come near it and walk in it. You notice now your feet are more wet and the sand is damp. You reach the the water and smell the breeaze of the water. You see many other people joining you. You start to enjoy the waves giving you a rush and jolting you back and forth. After a bit you lay down on the sand. You notice that your feet feel werid and now are more sandy beacuse of the water. as thwe day goes On you dont stoip having fun. you play in the water and the sand. You never lose that happy smile. Finally before you leave you see the beutiful sunset. When you leave you will never forget this place again and probably come back very soon.

Standing in front of the Eiffel Tower made me feel like the smallest person on the planet. All around me there were hundreds of people standing in awe of this famous piece of architecture. I looked around and saw many camera flashes because everyone wanted to capture this moment. I could hear the loud screams of children running around and screaming. I could also hear the faraway voices of merchants selling small toy replicas of this building. I went inside and took the elevator to the top. When I got there, it seemed as if I was standing in the clouds. I could see the the entire city from that spot. Just standing near The Eiffel Tower was a dream come true.

The resort was elegant that it seemed to be like a mirage in the desert.  It seemed so unreal like a dream that you did not want to wake up from it.  It seemed so tall as if you where ant compared to it.  The structure made you feel worthless in size.  It was guarded by an army of palm trees that also made feel tiny in size.  Inside the resort was like a palace fit the highest of royalty.  The workers seemed as if they where your own personal helper that would cater to you to your every desire.  The pools where as blue and clear as the sky and the grass green soft as if you where in meadow.  The rooms where as if an artist had put them together.  The towels where as soft as a baby skin.  It was heaven on earth.

I watch the leaves being moved on the trees as the cool ocean breeze at my cousin's ranch kicks in. I also see him in the distance using his atv, and then on top of a big hill I see a mountain lion but turns its back on us and walks away. Further into the ranch you can see the huge trees of plums, apples, and pears. If you keep going you find corn stalks to many to count and not far there lies a group of avocado trees. The avocados ready to be picked by the workers.These fruits are water through a little irrigation system witch draws its water from a close river. Across from the ranch there is a beach. A beach so clean that you can see right through it. The ocean is so full of life. It has many sand crabs. On the horizon you see the fishing boats with men on them to catch today's catch.

Blog Journal 2

Honors 1^st Quarter Blog Journal

Writing Type: Narrative

Theme: People, Places, and Experiences

The blog journal will record your experiences, thoughts, responses, and written expressions of creativity. All entries must be a minimum of 150 words, creative, organized, thoughtful, complete, and inspired. Formal English writing is expected (i.e. no abbreviations, slang, etc.). You will be graded on participation, organization, completeness, creativity, and quality.

RULES

1. All Blog writing must be appropriate

Ø      Misuse of the Blog will result in administrative referral

Ø      Report any abuse to Mr. Young immediately

2. To be considered “on time” posts must be submitted by midnight Sunday each week.
3. You will only be able to “see” the posts of people within your group.
4. Plagiarism will NOT be tolerated.