The last human standing

If I woke up to everyone around me being an alien and I being the only human. I would try not to panic. I think that panicking is a waste of time and something that would frighten them into wanting to hurt me or get rid of me. Panicking would be a pointless thing to do because if I panic it just draws attention myself as being the only different one. I believe in the situation the best thing to do would be to keep cool and try to live like I normally do. If I start to act funny they might suspect something and realize that I am not the same as them. They are still the same people that I have associated myself with my whole life so why should anything have to change. If I panic I would probably create a great clamor which would attract all the aliens to me. I would probably feel alone at times and feel as if nobody understands me. Honestly though they probably don't understand me because I'm a lot different than them.

If I woke up to everyone around me being an alien and I being the only human. I would try not to panic. I think that panicking is a waste of time and something that would frighten them into wanting to hurt me or get rid of me. Panicking would be a pointless thing to do because if I panic it just draws attention myself as being the only different one. I believe in the situation the best thing to do would be to keep cool and try to live like I normally do. If I start to act funny they might suspect something and realize that I am not the same as them. They are still the same people that I have associated myself with my whole life so why should anything have to change. If I panic I would probably create a great clamor which would attract all the aliens to me. I would probably feel alone at times and feel as if nobody understands me. Honestly though they probably don't understand me because I'm a lot different than them.

The Life of a Piñata

Here I am, just hanging on this rope. Scared half to death, not exactly sure how much longer I will be living anyways. All I see are creatures, that vary in size and shape, running back and forth. Unlike my kind they are very loud, and energetic. One of the bigger creatures gathers all the kids and puts them in a line, youngest to oldest, to hit me full force with a stick. I've heard of this many times since the moment I was assembled. "Three hits each." Said the bigger one that put the little ones in line. BOOM .... All I can think is "How many more hits can I take." This can't be real, it must be a dream I cannot believe this is my life. My circle of life is to get assembled, sit in the same spot in a store  until I get chosen, get filled with  sweets and treats, get hung up by a rope, and then be repeatedly beaten with a stick by children until I let go of the secured candy inside of me. BAM another hit this one denting my chest. Then POW another overwhelming hit to almost the  same spot as the hit before. Candy pours to the floor and the creatures fight over it. They take me down and put me in a bag, then move the bag to a big black bin and I go to sleep for what I believe is going to be the last time. 

List I would not do

I do not have anything on a list if things I would not do. I would do anything as long as there is a good reason for doing it. If I was in a situation in which I feel threatened I would kill somebody, it's called self-defence. Is no reason for me to back out of something just because of being afraid. It sounds it sounds crazy and a lot of people don't believe me but, with any good reason, I believe myself that's all that matters. 

Bottled memory

If I could bottle up any memory of mine, I would bottle my memory of the day I went to Lorain High's senior prom as a freshman. I was with my two friends Adam and Rachel, and my cousin Buffy. It would all start when I got out of school early to get my nails done and meet up with them to go to my house and get ready. We had to get ready early so that we can take pictures at the lake before we drove to Kalahari for the prom. The whole way there we listen to music laughed and joked, it was a very fun car ride. Once we got there we went to our table and ate her steak dinners. Then we stayed and danced until 12 AM we practically danced all night. We had to leave about 1230 and go to our hotel to check in and change into our swimsuits so we can go to "Prom till Dawn" which is also known as after prom. They turned on all the water rides at Kalahari, so that we could stay until 3 AM on in the arcade and water rides. Then we had to go to the hotel to sleep and go to cedar point when we woke up the next morning. 

My number 1 rule

My number one rule is to worry about you. I cannot stand when people worry more about what other people are doing, more than what they are doing. Being in someone else's business can keep you from living your own life and doing your own thing. Most importantly, it stops you from being you. How can you be yourself if you're worried about what music someone listens to, how someone dresses, who that person talks to and why they do what they do? When two or more people are talking about something doesn’t jump in or listen into the conversation. If you stay to yourself then you might be able to be yourself and make true friends rather than fake ones. You can also do things you enjoy rather than what others that aren’t like you want to do. In conclusion, I believe it is better to stay to yourself and be the real you, instead of be popular and doing things you don’t like.