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An interesting plot that will hold the readers attention. It dosent matter where you get the plot from, use experiences that you’ve had or something you witnessed in your day. If you know the emotions and show them in your story, the readers will be able to relate easier.

Don’t worry about your writing. Just write, about whatever you feel like, and just let your ideas flow onto the paper. You can always go back and fix it later. Not thinking about what your writing usually works more effictivly.

Revision. I’ve learned from this year, that you have to rewrite your stories a couple of times, as you revise you relize things you shouldve put in or new ideas that make the story better.

One writer that i really admire is Nicolas Sparks.

Nicolas Sparks is a New Yorker who now lives in the Carolinas. He has Written a lot of love stories set in the Carolinas. The most famous being the notebook and nights of Rodanthe. He has written alot of international bestsellers and four of his novels have been made into movies such as Message in a bottle, The Notebook, A walk to Remember and Nights of Rodanthe.

I like Nicolas Sparks because his writing is usually romantic stories, that he writes so that you can feel what the charachter is really feeling.It feels more like real life, and that everything he writes could happen. His writing is really easy to read, not complicated at all. I also like his style. His style is using real life circumstances as plots, most of his books are based in some reality and some real situation in his life. He embellishes on them which makes it much easier for me to relate to the story.

My favorite story out of the ones I read was the one about the boy named Victor. It really stood out to me because I remember being that age, and having the boy you like in your class, and when the teacher calls on you, you just don’t want to say the wrong answer so it ends up coming out all wrong. The way they told the story really impressed me, I loved the dialog. I also liked how they used funny humor in it, such as one boy thought that scowling made him look cool and that all the girls would like him, so all the boys walk around the school scowling, and when the girls look at them, they realize “ it works”. I just really enjoyed this short story.

What I learned about my writing was that you can write a short story for just about anything! When im writing I tend to over think everything, and have to figure out the whole story in my head. These short stories showed me that you can just think of anything random moment in your life, and write a short story about it. I also learned that writing humor in your story is a good thing. In this short story book, they used a lot of humor about growing up. I thought this was good because children who are the age of the kids in the story, or even kids our age who used to be that way, can look back and remember “ oh yeah! That was definitely me!” and you get more into the story when you can relate. Having seen that, I think I could add a lot more humor into my writing and try to make the reader relate a little bit more. How the story was structured was similar to how my writing is structured, so I didn’t learn much from that considering its how I write it, however I did happen to notice I was doing some of the dialogue wrong.

Some things I liked from this short story book about their writing were they used paragraphs like:

“Mr. Bueller looked at Victor, and Victor looked back. Oh please, don’t say anything, Victor pleaded with his eyes. I’ll wash your car, mow your law, walk your dog- anything! I’ll be your best student, and I’ll clean your erasers after school!

Mr. Bueller shuffeled through the papers on his desk. He smiled and hummed as he sat down to work. He remembered his college years when he dated a girlfriend in borrowed cars. She thought he was rich because each time he picked her up he had a different car. It was fun until he had spent all his money on her and had to write home to his parents because he was broke.

I like the way they shifted back and forth between the two characters, you can really picture this scene and feel the tension between the boy and the teacher in the beginning, and feel it break when he sits back down at his desk. I would like to see myself do this more in my writing.

I loved this book; it was a book of short stories about the first stages of growing up, all those embarrassing times!  It’s called “ Baseball in April and other short stories” By Gary Soto.The First short story is about a seventh grade boy who is just figuring things out – looks, girls, etc. He is always looking through magazines and at older kids to find ways he can look better, or when he thinks his teeth are crooked, trying to move his teeth with his hands for hours. One day, Alfonzo, meets a girl with ponytails, he thinks she is cute and acts if she wants to ride bikes with him. She says yes but says she doesn’t have a bike. Alfonzo says she can borrow his brothers. He and his brother get into a huge fight, and hes not able to use the bike. Alfonzo is ashamed and can’t find the strength to tell the girl. Out of the blue, his brother show’s up and lets him use his bike…brotherly love! Alfonzo and the girl go for a bike ride- and when she grabs him when they go over a pothole, he knows its love!

The sixth short story I read was about a young boy named Victor and his first day of seventh grade. Victor likes this girl named Teresa- and is hoping this will be his lucky year. He’s hoping to have English math and French with her. It turns out he only has French with her. He speaks a little French, but when asked by the teacher if he could say something, he gets nervous and all he comes up with is “ frenchie oh wewe gee in September” The teacher says nothing, knowing he can’t speak French. After class Teresa comes up to him and tells him that was great, and wonders if he can help her with her French. He smiles and tells her he can, and quickly goes and checks out three French books for the library, thinking 7^th grade is going to be a great year.

The seventh short story I read what about a girl , Yollie, and her mother, who liked to play jokes on each other and were very close. They didn’t have much money so when the dance at school came around, they didn’t have money to buy Yollie a dress. Her mother had the idea of dying Yollies white dress black. The dress looked great, but at the dance while Yollie was dancing with the boy she was in love with, it rained and the dye washed off. Yollie was very upset and cried all night. The mother felt horrible. The boy then called Yollie and asked her to go to a dance. Her mother remembered the pile of money she had been saving up and bought Yollie a new blouse and skirt to wear to the movies. Mother and daughters!

I would definitely recommend this book to the class!  It reminds me of my youth and made me look back to how funny we all were back in 7^th grade. How we thought we had found the love of our life, or that the world was ending just because we couldn’t find a dress for the dance. It’s some funny stories to read.

haha..uhm. an unordinary love scene could be :

that everything works out no problems?

theres usually something cliche in everythingg

i have no ideaa!

If i could have any superhero power, it would be able to go anywhere at anytime. Im the type of person who hates being away from the people i love, and are always scared of loosing contact with people. If i could go anywhere at anytime, it would make it so much easier, cause you could just see whoever you wanted, whenever you wanted. Another superhero power i would want would be to have some sort of video camera inside of me to capture the best moments in my life, so i could go back and play them over and over as much as i wanted.

“Allie, Honey, Jake’s here, Are you almost ready?” my mom yelled up the stairs at me. “ Yeah! I’ll be ready in a minute mom” I replied to her as I rushed around my room trying to find my shoes. The butterflies were flying around in my stomach like bees to honey. This was the first valentines Jake and I would be spending together. In fact, this is the first valentines I would be spending without Brian. I spy my shoes and I quickly put them on and open my closet door grabbing the first jacket I see. As I put my gloves into my pocket, I pulled out a strip of pictures Brian and I had taken in a photo booth at the mall six months ago. I get lost in looking at the picture and my mother’s voice calling me snaps me back. I can’t do this now, tonight’s about Jake.

As I walked down the stairs, Jake smiled at me “wow you look amazing” he told me as  he handed me a beautiful a bouquet of long stemmed red roses. I smile at him, and hand my mother the flowers asking her to put them in a vase.

“Have fun you two, and be home by curfew” my mom said to the both of us as we walked out the door. Jake had borrowed his father’s new car to take me to the dance. He had made reservations for us to have dinner after the dance at the fanciest restaurant in town, I knew he did all this for me because he cared about me and wanted me to have a great valentine’s day, but in my heart the picture I had just looked at of Brian was still very clear in my mind, and I can still remember my first valentine’s day with Brian

It was that month again, the month where everyone’s in love and finding valentines. “ I hate valentine’s day” my best friend Christina said, slamming her books on the table. “ I will never have a boyfriend!”. Christina had been my best friend since kindergarten; we’d been there for each other through everything and had been through everything together. Including Valentines Day. Neither Christina or I had ever had a boyfriend, it’s not that we didn’t like boys, they just didn’t like us. And it was the same every year. We’d watch all the couples in love pass by hand in hand, while we sit alone, envious of them. “we need to get boyfriends” Christina said, as she rambled on about how pathetic our lives where and how we needed to get out more. I had zoned Christina out when I looked out of the corner of my eye. There he was the new guy. I was in love with him, well as much in love as you can be with someone you’ve never talked to before. I lent him my pencil in math class before, that’s as close to talking to him as ive gotten. I couldn’t take my eyes off of him “ are you even listening to me?!?” Christina said snapping her finger to grab my attention. “ yeah sorry” I replied. “Who were you looking at anyways? You look like some love struck puppy” Christina said looking behind her. “ooh! Brian! The new guy!, he’s really cute, you should talk to him” psh. Yeah right I thought, talk to him, that’ll be the day. “no that’s okay, im good” I said. “ see this is what im talking about, this is why we are alone every valentine’s day.” Christina said. The bell rang, great. I just wish this week would be over already.

After 5^th period, I went to my locker to grab my English book, The next thing I knew Brian was standing next to my locker. I was so shocked I dropped my book. “ Oh, im sorry,  I didn’t mean to scare you, here let me get that” he said reaching down to grab my book. “ Here you are” he said flashing that same gorgeous smile from this morning. I said nothing, I was speechless. Why was he talking to me? “anyways” he said, obviously laughing at the fact I was saying nothing. “ Allie, I was wondering if you wanted to go to the valentines dance with me this Friday night?  . “i..uhm..i..” that’s all that seemed to come out, i think I was already overwhelmed by just the fact he knew me name, but now I needed to say something, I needed to say yes, I needed to have the perfect answer, that casual “ sure” with the hair twirl, you always see the pretty girls doing in the movies. “ sure!” I replied in a squeaky voice. That wasn’t it. He laughed and said “ great, I’ll pick you up at 7” and casually goes off to his next class.

Excited and scared I quickly think about finding Christina that I not only had a date, but I had a date with Brian, the dreamy new boy. When I found her, Christina’s reaction was not what I expected. She was bubbling over with excitement for me. All I could hear was “ oh my god  you need a dress, how are you going to do your hair, and what about your make up?”

I needed to go to my next class, but I knew Christina would help me pull it all together.

Friday night came around, and when Christina had finished helped me getting ready, I looked into the mirror and I was amazed at the lovely girl looking back at me. I felt like Cinderella going to the ball with the handsome Prince. My first date and it was with the dreamiest boy in our school. It was an amazing evening for me just walking into the gymnasium which was decorated with red, pink, and white balloons and hearts everywhere, it made me feel like I was dreaming. We danced every dance and I could not believe that this girl who didn’t even think she could ever dance was floating around the floor like it was a natural thing to do.

When the dance was over, Brian took me to Mario’s for dinner, the fanciest restaurant in town. I had only been with Brian for a couple hours, but I somehow felt strangely comfortable. I was falling for him.

After dinner, Brian took me outside. It was cold, but he put his jacket around me and asked if I wanted to go for a walk on the bridge.

As Jake and I walked into the gymnasium decorated with pink, white, and red hears and balloons I tried to push the picture of Brian out of my mind and focus on Jake. We danced, I smiled, and I knew I wanted to give him all my attention but something inside of me was holding me back.

After the dance, we went to Mario’s after dinner, and I could hardly eat this time, it was not because I was excited and scared at the same time, it was because my mind was somewhere else.

As we were leaving the restaurant, Jake said “Allie, lets walk over to the bridge” he puts his coat around me because its cold, and I walked dreamlike to the bridge. When were at the middle of the bridge, Jake stops, puts his arm around me and pulls me close to him and kisses me. The minute Jake’s lips touch mine, it all comes flooding back to me again, my first kiss was on this bridge, that night, with Brian.  I pull back, and look and Jake and realize, you never really do forget your first love.

 Im putting into a microsoft word! im just not sure how to do that yet, and i said i’d have it up by 5!

For me a good story just has to have a good plot and or good charachters i can relate to. I find it easier to enjoy the story when you relate to the charachter, or when the author makes you feel like your actually there or your the charachter, and you can feel how they are feeling.  I also like it when the story has a good plot, if the story dosent have a good plot, i have a hard time getting into the book.

“The One”

A smile so contagious

That even in its absence,

Will stay with you and

Bring the same joy.

A voice, I heard so long ago,

So deep and beautiful,

That never left my head

Becoming my favorite song

A heart so gentle,

Always moving my clouds,

And giving me light

When my world is raining hard

Words so effective

Leaving your fear

And sadness forgotten

An ear always ready,

Never to busy, willing

To listen to all your

Crazy thoughts

A personality so

Loving and full of life,

Never once judgmental

Giving you an addictive high,

Impossible to forget

A hug to embrace you,

Leaving the feeling of safety

You know he cares.

Eyes that look into mine,

Looking at more than just the

Blue shade

Searching for more

Arms so strong,

If my clumsy feet shall slip,

Will catch me before I hit

The hard ground.

Laughter so beautiful

That will forever

Echo in my heart

Never complaining about the distance,

Never letting it make a difference,

Always just wanting to hear my voice,

Even when the voice is speaking

From miles away.

Just wanting to be my friend,

Always and forever.