Be Different and Be Yourself

Author's Note: Do you ever think to yourself "I want to be just like that person?" If you think that did you ever take a minute to think about how amazing you are already? You are special in your own way.

A wonderful snowflake is falling down, down, down from the sky. It lightly lands against your cheek. Have you ever wondered what it looks like up close. No two snowflakes are alike. Just like people, nobody is the same. People shouldn't act like other people, be yourself just like snowflakes which have different personalities. How beautiful is everyone and everything on Earth. Just be be yourself.

Gone

Author's Note: What would you think if you were born on Friday the 13th? Well in this story he starts getting flashbacks into his past. Worst of all they're about is younger brother who died on your birthday...

Imagine yourself trapped in an isolated room with nothing except the clothing lining your body. Now Ian has no clue how he entered this mysterious room, the last thing he remembers is the beautiful warm February day where the snow is starting to melt into spring. Hold on a second, is that the last memory he remembered? Weird isn’t it? That last memory Ian thought of, it was on his birthday the day he turned 13. In his mind he thought, what was so special about that day? Then it hits him like truck at full speed; that was the day his little brother Johnny was murdered.

The memories of him come flooding into his brain and grab hold of it. The images of him laying on the gravel next to the river, his face pale as paper, and his hands ice cold, the murder weapon close in sight. He thinks in his mind, this is the worst birthday especially because my 13th birthday fell on February, 13th, and to make it worse it was a Friday. Just like the day he was born on was Friday, February 13th at 2:13am. The doctors said that was the time when Johnny got murdered, Which is extremely eerie because the 2 represents my month and the 13 represents the day. How problematic is that, now Ian is totally freaking out.

A rush of panic floods his body. Why would someone want to kill my little brother and on my birthday and the exact time of his death was the time I was born. Ian closes his eyes and starts to shed tears. He can feel them flowing down his cheeks and hear them hit the ground with a large crash. "Someone must want me to suffer through the pain and agony", he quotes. Ian looks around the room and sees a dagger sitting on the brown oak table.

Concentrate

Author's Note: When you are playing a sport do you ever think in your mind I am going to win. Whether it is in baseball, gymnastics, volleyball, or in my case swimming. You want to win so bad. Well I found a quote that resembles that.

"I concentrate on preparing to swim my race and let the other swimmers think about me, not me about them."
Amanda Beard

This is what I do when ever I am at a swim meet getting ready to swim one of my events. Standing behind my lane, whether I am in any lane I think of this quote to myself while I am visualizing my event. This is an important quote to me because they should be thinking of me, not me about them. I always swim my best and try to win every time, pushing myself past my limits to beat them and my time.

The Magical Music Box

Author's Note: This creative writing piece that was written in third person. It is a short story about my music box and the long journey it took.

From the store to a box, from a box to being wrapped in colorful paper. From being wrapped to being shoved under the tree, and then opened on Christmas day by a wonderful girl. Hello I am an original Neverland music box. I am a unique 1951 Disney World, Neverland music box.

My journey started when I was hand made by the most wonderful people. I was decorated and painted with all sorts of colors, inside and out. Soon after I was painted I was shipped to....wait hold on a second I have no idea where I'm getting shipped to. Sixty years later.....

I wake up and the fist thing I think is, Aah where am I?? I looked around the room and realized that I was at some kind of auction of some sort. Wait not an auction a place where a bunch of people were buying different things like food choppers, feather’s that you put in peoples hair, and nail polish. Then just as I was thinking that a women probably in her sixties came walking up to the table. The young lady behind the table that I was on greeted her. Quicker than you’d know it I was purchased for I think young women said I cost $3.00. I mean a 60 year old music box and I’m ONLY $3.00. Back in the old day’s I would’ve costed 25 cents, man I feel expensive. This is so boring I’ve been sitting in a box for at least and hour. Oh wait what was that noise? Yayyyy finally we’re at the woman’s house, it is a lovely blue color with a white trim. When we arrive in the house the woman delicately sets me in her closet. For six years I sat in her closet, a legit 6 years.

Finally after all those years I get opened on Christmas by a lovely girl named Kaitie. Now I am in her special cabinet that was once her great Aunts. I think she will treasure me forever.