| Written by Basil Hasan “Scissors (beep) knife,” I could hear the doctor asking for the tools to work on my body. Then and there I thought I was going to die so I decided to look back on why I got here. [7 Days Ago] I was in the house watching TV when my mother walked in. “What are you wearing?” I said. “It is an over garment,” she replied. “Why are you wearing it?” I asked. “I took me Shahadah, I’m a Muslim now.” she said. “Does this mean I have to be Muslim too?” I got nervous. “No you are fifteen years old you can make your own decisions.” She said. I went outside it was hot and muggy. I could smell the tar that the contractors were putting on the roof across the street. You could hear the police helicopter fly by across the clear blue sky. I looked to the left and I seen that my friend Robert was coming. “What’s up Rell.”(O yeah I forgot to tell you my name is Darell Davis but my friends call me Rell.) “Nothing, chilling, holding down the block. You know the usual.” I said. Robert was the same height as me but his skin was darker he was the first out of all of us to get a beard and the first to sell drugs. He was really good at baseball but his wrong decisions kept him on the streets... To continue the story, download the link to the right of the story. | 
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 Love is a powerful word You give it then you receive it But as time passes by You see it's all a lie You try to deny the true meaning of LOVE Lies Open Vigorous Emotions
Right decision  Baby you drive me crazy,
I want you to have my baby, That's what I been thinking lately, But now it feel like a maybe, You got my feelings, Going crazy like rabies, Second hand guessing, On the thing that you gave me, I'm just praying to god, Hoping you didn't lie, Telling me fairy tales, I don't know why, I loved you, like Bonnie & Clyde, You left me like forest, Then she died, Now I'm all alone, I thought you was gone ride, I gotta live wild, With shadows & dark clouds, Seducing woman, I don't love to feel proud, & you unfaithful, Using that beautiful smile, The way that you talk, You can get a million stars, The way that you walk, You can stop a million cars, Ya voice when you sing, They can hear it on mars, I tried too hard, To be your lucky charm, Now you hurt my feelings, & it's a storm going on, I'm making this poem, Because you're doing wrong, I'm always dreaming about you, Even when you're gone, You my celebrity, & I love you so strong, I wanna have you in the morning, Till the night time gone P.s Why did you leave me all alone She is still young and learning
She sits on her bed, staring out the window She wonders what her future is going to be like She hears God telling her to be strong or at least try to no matter what shes going through She sees depression when she looks in the mirror She wants to change her past She is still young and learning She pretends nothing is wrong but you can clearly see that it is She feel something missing in her heart She touch the pain that she bears inside rather than letting it go because she don't know how She worry that the pain will never go away She cries when she dwells, how mind in the past She is still young and learning She understand that she cannot change her past, nor ever forget it She say nothing when it's everything She dream shes being held with care in the darkness but wake up not knowing who was holding her, and wonders, was it just her holding herself? She try standing still because she only finds herself going backwards when she move, and out of all the pain she been through She hopes and prays that now shes in a better place she can find happiness to replace this sadness, Lord have mercy She is still young and learning Lies
 Devin shows his work in progress during class The students worked on pointillism projects after learning about some artists of the period. They were not excited about starting the project ("That's all dots?") But as soon as their images started to take shape, they were a little more interested in the process. These are shots of the progress we have made so far. To see the finished products, come by for conferences this week or come to our art show at the end of the year! If you are a student, this blog is looking for writers and submissions from your sketchbooks, etc. Contact Miss Haire in school or via email to get some extra credit and submit your work for the world to see!! In other exciting news, our donors choose site was funded for our new art supplies in 1 day!!! Thank you to all of the donors!! We are not awaiting our new markers, colored pencils, paper, and tempera paint!
     
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