BLAH

This is my essay for mr. Snyders contest thing about how a wallet got inside a wall and all that good stuff

(rough draft)



The night was cold; the air seemed to be still, almost like it was frozen. There was a man standing outside a building, the sign above his head read, “Capital Theater”. The man didn’t seem to be fazed by the cold… He looked to be in his early twenties, or maybe even still a teenager. He had not quite been able to grow a full beard, and his face was red from the wind. Earlier that day he had received his first paycheck. Most men of his age would have taken there girlfriend out to dinner, or maybe a few packs of cigarettes. But not this young man…he slowly pulled out his wallet from the pocket of his jeans and started to look through it. It was an organized mess full of receipts and cash. He found his driver’s license in the small pocket of the wallet and ran his fingers around the edges. Charles William Lolas’ it read, male, 185 pounds, 5 feet 11 inches. He then chuckled remembering the day he received it. He saw 15 dollars he had received from the bank, and the pay check stub he had gotten earlier that day. There was also a receipt from Jackson Autowash, and a notice for a doctor’s appointment he didn’t plan on going to. After all, doctors don’t get paid to tell you that you’re fine and healthy. There always seems to be something wrong with you. It always seems to be about money these days, and he didn’t want to be any part of it. He had seen men destroy lives and reputations in there lust for money. This is when he closed his wallet; the cold had finally hit him. Maybe it was the bitter cold of the wind hitting his face, or maybe it was the coldness of the world that made him shiver. He turned and walked into the theater. The man walked around the theater for some time, trying to warm his body and hands. He soon found an opening in the wall, not even 3 inches wide. Teenagers had shoved gum wrappers and other miscellaneous things inside it. He then remembered why he had come here and whispered to himself as he was looking at the small crevice in the wall… “Perfect” he uttered the word so softly only he could hear himself, even though there was no one around. He kneeled down and shoved the wallet inside. That wallet had been bugging him all day, fattening his pocket and making him look like a fool. He never noticed it before, but today his wallet had money in it. Today he had a power he did not want, nor did he think he deserved. He shoved the wallet as deep as he could and walked out of the theater. He was going to go home now, where his treasure and money really was. He did not lose his wallet; he lost the thing that would control his life. As he walked in front of the theater he uttered a single word “Freedom”…

Ahhh

Did you guys know...

The first school was established in 1200 b.c.

Hitler's half brother was a Jew

The first light bulb was not made by Thomas Jefferson. He stole the idea and patented it

The Native Americans invented "sports"

The world is closer then it has ever been to being at "peace"

There are more happy people on this earth then sad

Did you know that if you tell someone something that sounds relatively smart and researched they will most likely believe you.

did you know the government does this all the time?

Earth.

The world is a place for living.

I just have to make it worth living on <3

2040

So I was watching TV last night with my brother. Of course he has the controller because I don't really care what we watch. But he was flipping channels and came across a documentary thing called "2040" and it was about what the world would be like in 2040. I thought it was really interesting of course, my brother didn't. But he stayed on the channel for about 2-3 minutes. And in that 2-3 minutes this is what happened.

- man talks about how the water for about half the countries would run out, as well as food. So millions of people would cross borders at once. Trying to survive.

- then it went to a kind of comic book/cartoon thing. Like the drawings looked like a comic book. and it wasn't animated. They were drawings. But it it was narrated by a woman. The woman was a paramedic, and she was at the Mexican-American border. "I was trying to give the people water on the other side of the fence when the fence broke! Hundreds of people just ran forward and the border patrol were out numbered. All of a sudden i heard machine gun fire! the border patrol was shooting into the crowd..."

I don't know what happened after that because my brother changed the channel. But i just thought the symbolism of it was kind of cool. Every things a mess, so we just shoot people down. That's cool...

I want

to write a horror story...

I think I might scare myself though...