Week 3 : Dear Kiddo

Hello Kid.
Welcome to the world. Hopefully you're a girl otherwise my advice might not always help you.
Dream big dreams; dont let anyone tell you no. Work toward your dreams and making them possible and all the right things will fall into place. Trust that all the details will all fit together in the end.
Dont worry about stupid, petty high school drama. The things that happen will make you become who you are meant to be. And just keep in mind, guys will be guys; girls will be girls. Stuff happens. No one is perfect. Just take things as they are and dont try to change it. Learn to deal with your problems. It makes life easier for all involved. But you'll probablly be a lot like me, and I tend to talk through my problems with anyone who'll listen. Choose someone who is trustworthy and honest if you do need someone :)
All in all, life is what you make it. Do anything to make yourself happy, but dont do anything stupid. Dont let things get you down. Keep your head up child :)

Week 2 : fear

Under the covers I heard a sound. The usual bumps in the night tend to leave me motionless in my bed but this one was different. It was more than a bump. There was someone in my room. I felt their presence, and it wasn’t a welcoming feeling. No, it was hostile. I lay as still as I could, psyching myself up for what I was about to do. I convinced myself to be logical. There was no one in the room. No one would be able to get into my house, especially without anyone hearing them. I would simply roll over and stop being ridiculous. It was so childish of me to lay there and believe that someone was in my room. But I couldn’t get the courage.

All of the sudden, the feeling got closer, and then through the silence I heard someone say “Don’t move.” Silence fallowed immediately. Now, I was completely freaked out. When I finally got the courage to roll over and see, there was nothing, except a little light shining in the corner. They looked like eyes…

Week 1 : the definition of poetry

Poems are a piece writing written in stanzas. Sometimes they rhyme and other times they don't. To me a poem is just when someone writes about something that is really important to them. It could be a person, an emotion, a place, anything but it's important. It's a part of their life story. It means something to them. Sometimes it's about an argument or something you witness happening. It could be a personal thing or you could be writing from someone else's point of view. Most poems talk about an emotion. They have creative, descriptive words. If they don't, they tend to be "weak."