make a stand

I wonder why so many people like watching someone else getting hurt. I can’t understand the mentality of a person who sees some human being in pain, and smiles about it. Like what happens in Suzanne Collins’ The Hunger Games. A boy and girl from each of the 12 distracts are sent to the Capitol to partake in the Hunger Games which is a fight to the death to remind everyone that the Capitol is stronger than they are. So while people as young as 12 go to the games and are brutally murdered on live T.V., people in the Capitol sit and watch them die while they talk about it like it’s no big deal. Sure people are dying, but they don’t care as long as they have entertainment.

People can be so cruel sometimes. Like the countless bullies across the U.S. making fun of and beating up kids who are weaker than them just for the fun of it, and to show there dominance over the weak like in The Hunger Games. I can’t fathom why someone would want  to harm someone for the fun of it. It’s just barbaric. I  will admit that I do like the UFC and other MMA organizations, but they are trained professionals who what they are doing ad when to stop. They don’t just find someone weaker than them  and beat them to a bloody pulp.

I don’t know how I would react to being sent to the Hunger Games or watching  it on T.V.  but I know for certain I wouldn’t be the least impressed or amused by people be forced to slaughter one another because our government is on some huge ego trip.I hope the people who are reading this understands what I’m saying. Don’t bully people, help the weak and needy whenever possible, and don’t let people walk all over you because they think they have the right to ‘cause they’re bigger.

Crisis In Little Rock

    I was walking down the road one summer day on the way to the grocery store.  I looked around to enjoy the scenery. The sky was clear and sunny. The wind was blowing but it was only a small breeze. Carriages rush down the road to take their passengers where ever they may want to go on a Saturday in Little Rock. I just got to the door of the store when I looked down the road and saw my friend Aaron running towards me. When he got to me I said, “Where are you running off to in such a hurry?”

I will never forget what he said to me that day.

Aaron said, “Your wife, she’s been in a horrible accident.” I was speechless. I couldn’t move. It felt like my heart had stopped beating.

    “Did you hear me Ben? Your wife was in a accident!” Aaron shouted at me.
    “I heard what you said! Where is she?” I asked walking to the bar.

Aaron said, “She’s at the bar.” What was she doing at the stupid bar?  

“Why was she there?” I demanded.

“She was just walking down the street when two idiots started shooting at each other. She unfortunately got hit by a stray bullet. Some people brought her into the bar. I saw her and asked what happened, then I came looking for you,” was Aaron’s reply.

I took off running to the bar. Please be alright Eliza.

I went around the corner and started to go by the police station. I saw them bringing in two men, the ones who shot Eliza. I’m going to kill them. I started walking towards them but Aaron stopped me. “We don’t have time to deal with them,” he said, “we have to get to Eliza so you can get the bullet out.” We started off towards the bar again. By the time we got there a lot of people were in the bar and around the door.

I heard people muttering to others, “I don’t think she’s gonna make it,” and “Look there’s Dr.Crane. She’s going to be alright.” I slammed through the doors and frantically started looking for Eliza. Then I saw her sprawled out on the bar. Blood was everywhere. Her hair was matted with blood and her white dress was stained crimson. I rushed over to her.

I asked, “Eliza can you hear me?”

“I’m fine,” she replied weakly. Thank god she’s alive. I tried to find where the blood was coming from but there was to much.

“I need a rag!” I screamed. I was handed a rag and I started wiping all the blood away. I finally figured out that the bullet had hit her in the left side of her chest. Oh no. I screamed, “Aaron go get my supplies now!” I heard the door slam shut as he left. “Eliza please hang on. I will get the bullet out and everything will be fine,” I said cradling her head in my hands.

She replied, “It OK. You don’t have to lie. I love you.” She fell back on the bar unconscious. No she can’t die.

“Eliza, please wake up. Don’t die please,” I said with tears running down my cheeks. I heard someone burst through the doors.

“I got ‘em,” Aaron said rushing towards me, “here you go.”

“Thank you,” I replied without looking at him. I won’t let you die Eliza. “Please get everyone out of here,” I said to Aaron.

He started getting everyone out saying, “Give the man some room to work people.” I got out some scissors and started cutting her white dress so I could get to the wound. I pulled out the disinfectant and started cleaning the wound. I put the stuff down and got the tweezers. I was glad Eliza had been unconscious for this so she didn’t to feel the pain. Please help me do this God. I started to dig the tweezers into the wound trying to get a hold on the bullet. I tried for thirty seconds before I finally got a good grip on it. I slowly extracted the bullet from her chest and threw it as hard as I could towards the wall. I cleaned the wound again just to make sure. I got out the needle and thread and took a deep breath before I started. When I got done I busted into tears.

Aaron came in and said, “Good job. You saved her.”

I snapped back, “We don’t know that yet. It could already be to late. And even if I did she might get an infection and die anyways.” Saying this sent me into another fountain of tears.

“You can’t think like that man. You did the best you could,” Aaron said soothingly.

“I’m sorry I snapped at you,” I said.

He said to me still talking in the soothing voice, “It’s alright. Let’s get her back to your house so both of you can rest.” Half way there she woke up.

She said, “Where am I?”

“We’re on the way to the house,” I answered. “Please stop talking and rest. You’ve been through a lot today,” I said to her failing to hold back the tears of joy. She’s going to make it. She’s going to be alright.

Betrayel

    Have you ever had a brother or sister betray you? A father, mother, or even a friend. That’s what happened to Tessa in Cassandra Clare’s Clockwork Angel. She moved to London because her brother Nate had sent her a ticket to come to London since there aunt died. She is picked up by two people and taken to there house where she is kept captive and forced to “Change”. She only does this because they say they have her brother. Later on she rescues her brother just for him to try and turn her into the person who “kidnapped” him. I would kill him if I were her. Spend all that time worrying about him and making sure everyone helped look for him just for him to betray me and turn me into someone who wants to do whatever it is that’s in his head to me. I would never do that to my brothers. Well maybe my little brother. Just joking. After the brother tried to turn her in, he stole the Pyxis so he can fill all the automatons with demonic energy and use them to destroy all the Shadowhunters in London. Even if that plan worked I sincerely doubt that they would be able to destroy all of the Shadowhunters around the world who would no doubt attack them.
    I think betraying someone is one of the worst things you could do to a brother/sister or friend. Like one time I wanted to jump off the roof of my house onto my trampoline. My little brother said I wouldn’t so I did it. After I did he went and told on me. I felt like strangling him but I somehow kept myself from doing it. Something else that happened when I was about 8 is that my mom told not to watch this scary movie my dad had just got. So of course I had to see it. One night I put it in when everyone was asleep. My brother walked into the living room in the middle of it and told on me the next day after he said he wouldn't. I did get into fight with him. Luckily we’ve been equally matched when it came to fighting so I didn’t get beat up to bad.

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I was sitting on my couch watching t.v. Then I hear my mom scream. It’s one of those blood curtailing screams that let you know instantly that something is horribly wrong. I jump off the couch and storm outside. My dad is running down the long driveway to the van that is in the ditch. I wonder why my mom is freaking out about the van in the ditch, but then I remember something. My baby brother in the van, and my dad had left it on because he was about to leave but he had to grab something inside. I charge down the driveway towards the van. I can feel the gravel dig into my feet. The adrenaline and fear coursing through my veins. When I get there my fears were true. There is my 4 year-old brother. Trapped under the van.

Life on Mars

    I wonder how life on Mars would be? The way that David Gill portrayed it in Black Hole Sun is very interesting. Earth is unlivable, of course, and they were forced to move to Mars. Scientists have created a green house effect on Mars to speed up the process of making an atmosphere on Mars. Making it so everyone could live on Mars. Surprisingly there are tundras on Mars. Tundras are basically flat lands covered in ice and snow. This tundras don’t cover the entire planet but it does cover about one-fourth.

I don’t think I could live on a tundra. I like cold weather and snow and all that, but I couldn’t live in that weather. Having to wear 5 sweat shirts, and a big jacket just to go outside would be unbearable. I would go insane. Luckily for the characters in this book they get symbiarmor. Symbiarmor helps protect them and allows them to fall from great hights or take devastating hits and still be okay. An example is when Durango jumps down an elevator chute and crashes through a roof unharmed. I want one of those things. That would be awesome.

After Durango lands a group of shock-troopers enter the room to see what was going on. He turns himself in so they would take them to their leader. When he gets there he sees what he was looking for. The kidnapped girl he was supposed to rescue. Good right? Wrong. Unfortunatly for him she is chained up above a pool of sludge and the chain has an explosive on it that is hooked to a pressure trigger, and the leader already has the button pressed. A pressure trigger is a device that once you press the button as soon as you let the button go, it triggers what it is connected to.

I really like this book. I recommend this to anyone who likes to read.

Mistrust

Have you ever been blamed for something you didn’t do, but no matter how much you say you didn’t do it they still don’t believe you? Well that’s what happened to Jace in Cssanrda Clare’s City of Ashes. First he gets kicked out of his home, then he is put in jail because the Inquisitor thinks he is working for Valentine,(Jace’s dad.) I’ve been accused of things I didn’t do and that made me angry, but to be thrown in a jail that you can’t even see your own hand in front of your face would just make me furious and crazy. Plus he has to deal with the internal struggle of joining his father or not,love his sister has brother sister or something else. I don’t think I could deal with that and still think straight enough to get out of the situation I was in.

While he was in jail, Valentine attacked the Silent City and stole the mortal instrument. Of course the Inquisitor accused Jace for the crime. I really don’t like her. She reminds me of a teacher I had in third grade. While the Inquisitor is acting like a tyrant to Jace, he discovers that she is preparing to trade Jace to Valentine for the mortal instrument. Jace tries to tell her it won’t work but what does she do, she doesn't believe him. I don’t understand why grownups are so unwilling to trust the younger generation even though they don’t know them at all. And if you have any sort of dark secret in your past or are affiliated with anyone who does, good luck getting people to trust you. Oh well in the end he escapes, Clary destroys the ship and the world is saved. YIPPEEE. Every one's happy. This book was very good.