Pick A Scene

 

Here, are two people. One girl and one guy. The girl looks like she’s in distress and very concerned the way her head is tilted. The guy seems tired, exhausted as if he can’t go on any longer. He’s given it all he’s got. Both characters are sitting/ kneeling against a black car on the side of the road. Not the sidewalks. There doesn’t seem to be anyone there but them at the moment. Liberty and J.T are outside by a car. J.T’s been shot. There’s blood on his hand, probably from touch where he’s been his. Liberty must’ve been around somehow, close by from a party maybe seeing as it’s not evening now and she’s where a dress.  When the incident happened and she rushed over to check his pulse. She’s calling out his name now because she can’t feel anything, she can’t feel his pulse. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wLUPxGdFjAc

This isn’t a happy event. There are six people in this image and almost everyone here has a unamused expression across their faces. Out of the six characters, only four are shot in a focused point of view. All three guys are wearing black suits. Out of the two main ones, the one to the far left with unruly brown hair looks shocked, maybe even a little disturbed. The man to the far right seems to be in pain, lost for words. The girl with brown hair, with her arms crossed is upset, clearly because she’s pouting and brow is a bit edged she has a certain attitude different than everyone else’s so far. Last but not least the blonde in this picture seems baffled, but also confused. She maybe even crying un comfortable with the situation. Eli, Bianca, Becky, and Dallas are all attending their late friend’s, Adam, funeral. Their looking off to the church the crowd of people, specifically Adam’s family, mourning over his death. They miss Adam, he was too young and they can’t believe and don’t understand why he had to pass away. Eli probably has been to a church in forever, maybe even never and doesn’t know how to approach the crowd of people, friends, and family. Dallas is probably telling himself that he should be strong but realizes that he’s still here, standing on the side with the others. Bianca is probably annoyed that she couldn’t do anything about the situation and even more annoyed that she feels helpless. Becky just arrived to the scene probably confused, shocked and upset about the situation coming back from her vacation.    https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Xw_KBYwCgj4

 

 

 

Emoji Tales: Birthday Surprise !

Communications (8.11)

Bedroom ·         My Bed ·         My Dresser ·         My Desk ·         My Laptop ·         My iTouch ·         My phone

My Phone, My Apps ·         Instagram                ·         Netflix ·         Scout ·         Snapchat ·         Tumblr ·         Twitter ·         Vine

1.       I’ll wake up, stretch and grab my phone. Swipe and tap in four digits. Ugh, wow of course Lauren Marce would post a Flashback Friday this early in the morning and I don’t see why, seeing as she already posted a Throwback Thursday, a Wayback Wednesday, Once Upon a Time Tuesday and let’s not forget the ever so unneeded Memory Lane Mondays. Riddick. 2.       I roll out of bed and trudge over to the bathroom to brush my teeth. I haven’t spoken to Viv at all this week, I thought to myself as I made circular motions over front, top and bottom teeth.  I wonder if she’s still upset at my comment about her new tattoo. I swiped open my phone and tapped on the little blue and white birdie icon and scroll down to the I’ve missed portion. I mean really RT if I should get a tattoo on my boob, fave for my butt? What was she thinking? 3.       I went downstairs to the kitchen to make some breakfast, the house is really quiet now, then I realized my siblings are off at school and I have no school on Fridays. I pour some milk in a wide mug and pour some cereal into it, Cinnamon toast if anyone asked because, why wouldn’t they? I  tap open a green app with the letter V and start scrolling through a couple of 7 second videos until, two hours pass by then I realized how long I’d been on my phone. 4.       It was now 1 and I had to pick up my sister at 2. So as I charged my phone I hopped into the shower, so quickly that I slip on bar soap that someone always happens to leave in the tub before I get in. I wonder if there’s life alert for teens? There’s definitely has to be an app.  As I finished my shower and rushed to get dressed I unlocked my phone and tapped on Scout and tapped in Ruby’s school’s address. Soon enough it led me right where I needed it to. 5.       My sister the whole ride back home took videos of her and I. she’s so weird and shouting “Don’t Snap and DRIIIIIIVVEE!” She snapped so many videos; I had 286 seconds on my story. One of my pet peeves that everyone knows and here I have my sister framing me practically and doing it ! Who’s going to sit there and watched a 15 year old with a booger in the corner of her nose taking 286 seconds worth of car footage? No one that’s who. To make it worse she put up her screenname for my friends to follow, what made it even worse is that people actually did. 6.       Being back home now, never really feeling as I left, signed onto my blog and reblogged and posted a couple of pictures for what seemed to be an hour. Tumblr has a way of making the laziest person in the world motivated and watching and reblogging all of these fitness … things. Abs, arms, squats, foods. I feel like the next Michelle. I love the internet and blessed with the social media. It’s like a network without having to utter a word, not unless you’re talking to Siri that is. 7.       Speaking of uttering words, that reminds me that I have 3 seasons left of Gossip Girl and it’s time for me to get ready for bed, so with that I change my clothes and tell everyone goodnight, turn off the light and head to bed. For a few minutes it was relaxing closing my eyes then I turned over to the sighed tapped my screen and a bright light flashed at me I tap in four digits lower the brightness and tap the red app. “Gossip Girl here, your one and only source of the …” the show starts playing. Goodnight.

 

 

Sundays

It was a Sunday—not a day but rather a gap between two other days. Saturday and Monday. Many people could say that they’re excited for the weekend, it being Friday to Saturday, but from a studious student’s perspective, many have school on Fridays. Meaning that that most would agree that the weekend is really Saturday and Sunday. You’d be excited as well after going through a weeks’ worth of studying, testing and writing a weekend is just what you need. But for me I go to school on Saturdays as well so really my weekend is a Sunday. That dreaded Sunday. Sunday to many, may mean church Sundays, of Sunday Funday with the family. Little do they know that Sunday is the “but” of a sentence or saying  for when things are going to go downhill or take a turn for the unexpected, because after Sunday is Monday. Monday means back to school, back to work, back to testing and studying. So when does one really get to relax? You don’t not until there is an unexpected snow day or planned vacation or the end of the world – which by then it’ll awesome that I won’t be worrying about my Anatomy and Physiology exam but I will worrying over my life and my dog. Who will feed him? Mondays also mean Jeremy. Jeremy with allergies Jeremy. Jeremy from Biology who doesn’t believe in using deodorants Jeremy. Just “good ol’ soap and water” Jeremy. Clumsy Jeremy, who tripped and spilled Benedict’s reagent all over my lab coat and my new sneakers. That’s right I’m in for another week of school, work, studying, overtime and Jeremy.

I Believed I Could Flyyy

As a child, I didn't grow up with many friends – at all, but I did grow with many ideas and many ambitions. I used to draw pictures of birds and butterflies. Anything with wings. I envied them because they could get away from their nests and move on to their next destination. I still don’t remember how, or even why this fascination related to a parachute, but every year when spring began I would grab the lightest blanket from my mother’s closet, find high ground, close my eyes and jump. In hopes of wind picking up from underneath me and the blanket and taking us somewhere far away. One of the last times I ever tried this attempt was the 6th grade. I woke up early as any trouble maker could and made my way to the backyard. I adjusted my pads and helmet and placed a box of bandages on the side of the wooden steps. I reached for the fence and hopped on, balancing my way over to the nearest tree and climbed up the closet branch. I tied the two ends of each side of the blanket to my arms, opened my arms out wide, letting wind pick up, closed my eyes, and then jumped. There was an amazing breeze came beneath me and I felt like I was soaring, like I could do anything then I placed my hands down then opened my eyes but feet wouldn't reach the ground, they couldn't because I was stuck of the tree branch. Mission to fly accomplished, mission to land – not so much. (9.8)