What I Believe

I believe that
even the smallest actions,
can turn a person's world around.

I believe that,

life is full of second chances,

that you should take risks.

I believe that,
time heals everything.

I believe that
music brightens your day.

I believe that,
love is as beautiful
as a rose,
but you always have to
watch out for the thorns.

I believe in
dancing in the rain.

I believe that,
blondes are not dumb.

I believe in laughter,
in a smile,
in living your life to the fullest.

I believe that,
you shouldn't make someone a priority
in your life,
if you are just an option
in theirs.

I believe in
happy endings,
that they can happen in real life.

I believe that
with time,
I will find my prince charming,
and I will be his Cinderella.

I believe that
everybody should be persistent.

I believe in creating yourself.

I believe in
The Notebook by Nicholas Sparks.

I believe in the
sweet rhythms of Taylor Swift.

I believe that
love is a battle field,
that you have to be careful
or you will end up hurt.

So go out into the battle field
because
sometimes to love,
you have to
hurt..

I Still Don't Know

It was a sweltering June day when Patricia and Maria Fernanda got apprehended by the police. Why? Well, there are many stories like it was a mistake, they thought they were another girls, but non of those stories are true. I know the true story. Why? Because I was part of the calamitous plan, the plan that never worked, but I was very meticulous in my way of escaping and didn't got cought, like they did. They escaped in a way that made me think it was imminent that they were going to get cought. I know that some people are asking were am I right now if the police is looking for me all over town? They are even interrogating my friends (who don't know were am I) to see if they know something, which they dont. Well, weeks have elapsed and I am still here, in another country, without going out. I am going crazy! Well, back to the story, it all started this way...

Patricia, Maria Fernanda and me, were tired of how the president, government, were lionized. People get excited everytime they are going to say something! It creats a bizarre image because its out of the normal routine. You have to see how the crowd the town gets!  So, since we were tired, we conspired to atack the government when they were in the International Speech Day were the government and president form a dissension when taking dessisions for the country. We assimilated into the crowd and started shooting up to the sky, so that people could get scared and form an anarchy, but the plan was a complete fail. I saw the polices running towerd us, so I decided to run away while Patricia and Maria Fernanda just stayed there and let the police put shackles in there hands so that they could stop the movement of their hands, and leave their weapons on the floor.

I continue running till I got to a bus stop and decided to get out of that country. I don't know anything about Maria Fernanda and Patricia. I think they are at jail right now. The last time I talked to them ( 3 weeks ago) they were beign arraigned. They promise not to say anything about me, but I know I can't continue leaving this way, Without a family, poor, ect.. I still don't know what to do, I still don't know if I should stay quiet for the rest of my life or give myself to the police. I just still dont know.

Same Old Holden

It was a cold, dark night in New York City. I was clad with a black suit, pants, a hat and my mittens, while I was walking, alone, through Central Park. No one was there except for me and a young man wearing a red hunting hat.

 From were I was, it seemed that he was in a very lousy shape, and he seemed to be drunk. He was shouting and excruciating insult to himself, or at least, thats what I think because there was nobody except for me and him in the park, and he couldn't see me because I was behind him. When I started to get closer, I began to surmise that that man was Holden Caulfield because of the crazy stiff he was shouting and his red hunting hat. I wished he wasn't Holden. Oh my God, I hated that guy back in Elkton Hills because of his weird and irascible disposition. He was one of those guys who embarks always a  fight, ALWAYS. He rebukes people because of their religion and way to dress. He is just one of those guys that acts like he recluses. I hadn't seen that guy like in two years that was when he got expelled from Elkton Hills, so I started thinking that maybe he had changed his brusque personality and way of talking to people.

I started getting closer and closer with audacity to see if that was Holden. While I was getting closer and closer, I started to get an inkling of Holden actually being the guy in the park.

When I finally got there and saw his face, I realize it was Holden, so I decided talking to him. He was lackadaisical, as always, when you talked to him. "Hi Holden, long time no see." I said in a very serene voice.
"Hi there, Ana. I haven't see you like in two years. How's school and all?"
"Nice as always! In what school are you now?"
"I am in a school near somewhere around here. What ever with that.. Do you know where the ducks go when the water from the lake get freeze and all?"
"What are you talking about?"
"Where the ducks go!! Boy, I always knew you were like that. Never knowing something and all."
"Oh my God, you haven't change a bit Holden. I think I know more things than you Mr."
"I'm sorry, i was just mad.. So, do you want to go for a drink or something, I am getting dehydrated."
"I am not going any where with you. You will never change, huh? Sorry, but I can't go any where with a person like you, Holden. Bye, "nice" seeing you."

Walking away, I started thinking that this guy will never change. He is still not concise when talking, and he will always get out of the topics. He will always be very despicable and mean. Yes, my friends, that is Holden. He is a pain in the behind and that will never change. I will wished that moment had not happen. I wish I will never have a re encounter with Holden Caulfield.

But I got Scared

That afternoon,
The one,
in which you told me
with your serene voice,
That you loved me.

With only 

those three words,

you confiscated my heart,

Forever.

I can depict that moment,

the moment,

Where you made me

feel special,

with just

one word...

Perfect.

Everything felt,

like a dream until,

That one day,

The day I was,

audacious to

embark on a journey with you,

but I got scared.

The day we went on a date,

and I screw up everything,

Everything I had with you.

The day my heart, 

completely broke.

I had an inkling

that after this day,

everything was going to be over.

You decided,

Talking to me  

on a Monday afternoon.

You came to me,

to do something you hadn't do the whole day,

Speak to me. 

I knew you wanted to tell me,

That you just wanted to be just friends,

I took the risk to talk first,

just to avoid what you were going to say..

Because I didn't know if it,

was going to be bad or not. 

I just wanted to avoid,

to feel more sad,

to feel more the pain,

of a broken heart. 

Telling you everything in a prudent way.

Telling you everything with a lackadaisical voice.

Telling you lies and stupid excuses like,

I didn't like you anymore.

I was,

Just to try to show you,

That I did not care,
if you told me everything was over.

That I was strong,

When everything was totally the opposite.

Now,

I see you hugging other girls,

kissing them on their cheeks.

That really rankles me,

because by seeing that,

I feel jealous because for that single moment,

they have my whole world,

in their body and cheeks.

I am trying,

to get over you.

Trying,

To forget everything about you.

Everything,

That makes you who you are..

That makes you, 

the man I still love.

I know,

We are still really good friends but, 

It's really difficult talking to you,

'cause when I talk to you,

I realize,

I love you,

and when I realize I love you,

I remember,

You are never going to be mine again.

The Catcher in the Rye

With a,

lousy childhood.
With some,
occupied parents.
With a,
famous brother.
Here comes,
Holden.
Living on a,
roller coaster ride.
Avoiding confrontations.
The one,
playing the game.
The antisocial,
The outsider,
The one with,
no permanent place to stay.
Here comes,
Holden.
The Pinocho,
The one you will,
never trust.
Here comes,
the one-of-a-kind,
exceptional,
Holden.

Prom by Laurie Halse Anderson

Prom


Book Review by: Ana Carolina Olarte
Genre: Fiction




Most teenage girls care a lot about the prom. It is like their dreaming night. They spend months or years thinking about their dress, their date, their magical night, but Ashley Hannigan, the protagonist of the story, is a teenager that doesn't care about the prom at all.


Ashley, instead of caring about the prom, she cares about getting through her senior year at Caceras High School, her boyfriend TJ (who always appears when ever he wants to), her family of three younger brothers and her mom that is always pregnant, working, and her interminable detentions. Ashley decribes herself as a "normal kid", as the one that will never get to college because of her bad behavior.


Even though Ashley, may sound like a careless person, she cares a lot about her friends who are kind of the opposite of her.
 All of Ashley's friends are obsessed about the prom, but her best friend Natalie, is the most obsessed girl in all Caceras High School. Nat, the president of the prom committee, got shocked when she heard the big news that was that someone had stolen the prom's money. That means that prom had to be cancelled.


Super anti-prom Ashley, came to the rescue by saving the prom in only 11 days. She sold all the tickets necessary to collected all the money she needed to have all the things Nat had planed to have. By being a good friend and helping Nat have her dreamed night, she found out a lot of thing about herself that she never expected.


Lauren made a very good job by writing this INCREDIBLE kind of coming-of-age story. I recommend this book for teenage girls ONLY because you can really connect to this story.  From a rate of 1-10, I will give this book a 10 because you will be so interested and in the book, that you will never want to stop reading it.

My Mother

is a firefighter,
the concrete wall,
the angel that fell from heaven.


My mother is the queen,
the every day laughter,
the best friend.


My mother is the force,
the lion's roar,
the one that 
I always fight with.


My mother is, 
the greenest leave 
in a tree,
just perfect.




My mother is the dog,
the best friend,
the role model,
the one you can always count on. 


My mother is the chief,
thats why when we fight
I always lose.




My mother is a red rose,
full of love.
she never lets a teardrop,
fall from my eye.




My mother is an owl full of knowledge,
all her advices,
are worth it.

My mother is my map,

my boat,

my engine.