Thursday, April 29, 2010

I Love Living Life. I Am Happy.

Most teenagers feel to weak to cope with life. How powerful his words are. So many youth wonder if they can ever endure the trials they have. He is one amazing speaker.

Monday, April 26, 2010

Why do teenagers lie?

I took a deep breath and let it out. “Mom I could have been pregnant, but I’m not.”
Mom backed away from table and screamed so loud I thought the roof was going cave in on us. “What do you mean you could have been pregnant?”
My brother came yelling as he entered into the kitchen from his bedroom him and his wife were renting from my parents. He yelled so loud the neighbors had to think someone was being killed. “Is every thing okay?” I began to cry with tears that made me feel like I was becoming a puddle of water. My mother looked at my brother and said, “Elizabeth could have been pregnant.” I told everyone the story of going for the pregnancy test. My mom yelled out over and over. “What… what. That boy Paul has a lot to answer to me.” I sat with a relief of knowing I got one lie out of the way. Even though I knew it made look weak to have done what I did with Paul.

Sunday, April 18, 2010

I had never visited him in San Lois Obispo, California. I was afraid to ask if I could come visit him. I thought maybe if I was attractive like my cousins, Katrina, Greta and Johanna I would have had the opportunity like they had. I dreamed of the adventures I would have of being at his home. I had often pictured myself on his front porch, with binoculars while I looked out over the ocean and could hear the sounds of the spectacular waves as they hit the shore. My Grandfather’s stories of how phenomenal the sunset looked over the ocean made me speculate if I would ever see it. His camera was always strapped around his neck, as if it was a part of his body. I saw him take several pictures and I knew I would never see them once developed. I felt a barrier between my Grandpa and me. I couldn’t seem to figure out what caused it. Maybe it was the words that my Grandmother had spoken of. Then I knew it couldn’t have been, because he won’t speak to my Grandmother. Maybe he thought we were trash compared to my aunt’s family. But, when I thought of Paul and how much he loved me, I began to feel valuable.