Jamie sat on the roof of her new mansion that she hated so greatly. Her and her sister had just moved from New Jersey to California. It was midnight, and the moon’s reflection sparkled off the pool’s calm water.

       She looked up into the beautiful, dark sky, and jumped at the sound of her sister’s screaming voice. She ran across the roof and scrambled down the rope ladder.

       “Heather!? Are you OK?”

       “AAAAAAHHH!!!!” the blood-curling scream sent chills down Jamie’s vertebrae. Jamie went into a full-on sprint, running to her sister’s window. She nearly slammed into the glass window when the sight of a dark figure stopped her dead in her tracks.

       “WHERE IS SHE!” the man yelled, as she pushed Heather onto the hard marble floor.

       “I don’t know!” her innocence was breaking Jamie’s heart, and the sense of helplessness overwhelmed her.

       Jamie ran to the sliding glass door and threw it open. She ran to her bedroom and tore her room apart searching for a weapon. She heard footsteps down the hall. She shivers every time he took a step. She heard the door handle shaking. She scrambled under the bed.The door slowly opened. Jamie’s teeth grinded together, of the sound of the door squeaking open. She covered her mouth so that she wouldn’t scream. All she could see were those huge black feet gliding silently across the bedroom floor and her sister’s pink & white heels struggling to go the other direction! Heather! She fought back the oh-so strong desire to jump out from under the bed and help her! But she knew it would do no good.

She heard a girl yell, ”yes! I did it!” behind her.

She looked over at her and glared. “No one cares!” she screamed. ”God.”

The girl ran off looking scared.

Lilly was 16 and she had beautiful blonde hair that glittered in the sun, she had blue eyes and she glowed whenever she came into the room. All of her friends wanted to be her. She lived in Florida where it was very hot.

Her mom Lisa was they’re waiting for her, she was always early. She drove a black BMW. “Sooo..Did you-” her mom whispered.

“No!” she cried, “I didn’t, I will be like the only one in my grade without a drivers license.”

“Honey that’s not true.” her mom insisted.  Her Mom always smelled like her clique happy perfume. She had dirty blonde hair and had brownish greenish eyes.

“Yes it is” she wined “Cant you help me or something?”

“I cant I have to much work this week, maybe next week.” Lisa said. She was always busy with her job.

“Never mind” Lilly said. She knew her mom would never teach her anyways.

“You’ll get it next time.” she smiled,” you’ll see.”  Lilly said nothing else the whole ride home.

When they got home, the house was the same as always, a big mansion, which looked like a castle. Lilly walked in, and her mom walked in after her.

“Kristi called,” Lisa said. “She wants to hang out.”

“Bye, I’m going over there,” she said walking out the door.

“I can drive-” she tried to tell her but she was already down the street.

She got to Kristi’s house, which was a few blocks down from hers. She had a big house to but not as big as Lilly’s. She walked to the door and rang the doorbell. No one answered for a long time, she rang it again nothing. She picked up her phone and dialed Kristi’s number. It rang and rang nothing. Where could she be? Than she saw Kristi walking down the street with a mad look on her face. She kicked a few flowers on the way. It looks like she was going to hurt someone. But once she got closer she broke down into tears. “What’s wrong?” she said.

“Someone stole my car!” she sniffed

“Are you serious” Lilly couldn’t believe it, “what are you going to do. “

“I have know idea,” Kristi said as she sat down on the curb and buried her face into her hands.

“How did it get stolen,” Lilly asked. Kristi had long brown hair and wore a green tank top, some jean shorts, and flip-flops from old navy. Her mascara was smeared all over her face.

“I left my keys in the car for one minute” she cried ”and then it was gone just like that,” she said.” And every thing was in there too!”

“That’s terrible”, Lilly said.

“I have no idea how I’m going to tell my parents.” Kristi looked so stressed.

“For now tell them you took it to the shop for some repairs.” Lilly suggested.

“Good idea that will buy me some time to figure out want to really say.” Kristi said, “oh, and why are you here anyway?”

“ You called and I just wanted to now if you wanted to hang out but I guess you are to busy so, I’ll see you later.” Lilly said.

“Okay well bye!” she waved and Lilly waved back. You could still hear her whispering to her self “I can’t believe I did that.”

Lilly walked back to her house feeling terrible for her friend Kristi.  She was feeling really guilty because she was so upset about not passing her driving test when her friend had a lot bigger problem.  She walked down the road that had large cracks in it. She heard a sound behind her she looked back, there was nothing there. Then all of a sudden she was falling. She had tripped on the curb walking backwards.

“Are you ok?” some guy yelled behind her. He had long brown hair, hazel green eyes, a blue surfer shirt and long brown shorts. She thought he was really cute.

She giggled a little as she got up and said, “yea I’m all right, and I’m Lilly”

“I’m Justin,” he grabbed her hand to help her. “I have to go but I’ll see you around?” he asked

“Yea definitely!” she smiled. She hoped she’d see him again.

The next day she went to the mall. She loved the mall she practically went there every day. Lilly loved shopping it was like her favorite hobby. She always got a ride with Kristi but she couldn’t because she didn’t have a car. So she just got a ride with her mom on the way to her mom’s work. She got to the mall and went strait to Juicy her favorite store. As she walked out of the mall with like a billion bags in her hands she felt someone’s warm soft hand pull on her arm. She turned around and saw Justin, the boy she bumped into yesterday and she thought was cute.  He was even cuter today and smelled really good. “Hey,” he said

“Hey what are you doing here,” she smiles really big. She could feel the butterflies in her stomach like she was going down a big rollercoaster.

“Nothing much I’m just hanging out with some of my friends.” He smiled back. “Hey maybe you and me could hangout some time.”

Before he could say anything else she quickly said “yes!” in a very high voice. She was so excited. He gave her a funny look. She tried not to look stupid so she said. “Yea I guess that would be cool” she smiled even bigger than before. She just couldn’t hold it in. “so maybe tomorrow” she shrugged.

“Yea that would be great” he said “I’ll pick you up at 7” he waved bye and walked back to his friends. Her week had just gotten better.

On the way out of the mall Lilly called Kristi.   “Hello” Kristi said.

“Hey” Lilly said, “Want to hang out” as her mom pulled up. She got in the car and drove away.

“Sure I’ll be over in a minute,” she said. Then she hung up.

“The world is full of suffering, it is also full of overcoming It.” –Helen Keller

Everybody suffers at least once a day.  Do we really think it’s that bad. There are at least 3 types of suffering that I think are the worst.  These three types of suffering are when you’re without the one you love, when you’re dyeing, or some one you love has died.

When you’re without the one you love that is all you think about.  Lots of people who go to the war are away from the one they love or taken away from their family. I really miss my brother who is in the army in Virginia but other people’s relatives are in the war in Iraq.  I couldn’t imagine worrying about my brother every day I would probably suffer a lot more from that. However, it would be even worse if someone were taken from your family. In the holocaust, people and children were taken away from their family everyday.  Those families must have really suffered.

It would be also really bad and sad to know that you are about to die.  Can you imagine being given three or six months to live?  When my sister was in the hospital I met several kids who had cancer that only had a short time left.  It amazed me the great attitude they had.  I’m not sure if I would have such a positive attitude if I were in their shoes.  I would probably be much more sad and would be suffering more.

The 3^rd type of suffering is when someone you love dies.  My uncle died last year and I was really sad.  My sadness however was nothing compared to my cousin, she had just lost her dad.  It was really sad to see her go through it and to still watch her cry when she misses her dad.  I would never want to go through that type of suffering again.

These three ways of suffering are the worst types of suffering.  It is awful to be without the one you love, to find out your dyeing, or to have someone you love die. I have experience a lot suffering over the past few years but my suffering might not be as bad as others.  I guess it makes you stronger to get through these bad things and overcome them.  

“Love is a sacrifice; and to sacrifice for Love’s sake is a joy. – St.” Josemaria Escriva

Love and sacrifice go together.  You typically will sacrifice things for the ones you love because you want to make them happy.  I think there are three types of love.  The first is the love a mother has for her child, the second is the love between a man and a woman, and the third is the love between friends.  For each one of these loves, there is a different level of sacrifice each person is willing to make.  The love that needs the most sacrifice is what a mother does for her child.  A mother sacrifices so much for her children.  A mother will sacrifice money, time, and there life for their children. 

    Mothers spent lots of money on their children for clothes, food, and other things.  My mother buys more clothes for me than she does for herself. She makes sure my brother and sister and I are fed before she feeds herself. She also buys me lots of electronics and cool stuff so I can be happy.  My mom works really hard for her money and spends most of it on keeping my brother, sister, and I happy. 

      Mothers also sacrifice time.  They usually never get to hang out with their other friends because they have to hang out with their kids.  They spend a lot of time taking kids to activities or cheering you on at games. My mom even takes time to coach my brother and sister’s soccer team. After all the stuff she does for us kids, there is little time left for her.

      Last but not least Mothers would sacrifice their life for their children.  This would be the ultimate sacrifice for love. Mothers love their children so much that they would rather save their child’s life instead of their own.   Mothers would not stop and think before jumping in the water if their child was  drowning. They would also jump in front of a bullet for you.  I know my mother would risk her life to make sure that I was safe and not hurt. 

Mothers sacrifice so much for their children and love them  so much. I appreciate everything my mom has done for me and I love her so much.  I think that my mom is the best mom in the world.

“Love is a sacrifice; and to sacrifice for Love’s sake is a joy. – St.” Josemaria Escriva

Love and sacrifice go together.  You typically will sacrifice things for the ones you love because you want to make them happy.  I think there are three types of love.  The first is the love between a mother and a child, the second is the love between a man and a woman, and the third is the love between friends.  For each one of these loves, there is a different level of sacrifice each person is willing to make but the most sacrifice is what a mother does for her child.  A mother sacrifices so much for her children.  They sacrifice money, time, and there life.

Mothers spent lots of money on their children for cloths, food, and other things.  My mother gets more clothes for me than she does for her. She makes sure my brother and sister and I are feed before she feeds herself. She also buys me allot of electronics and cool stuff so I can be happy.

Mothers also sacrifice time, they usually never get to hang out with there other friends because they have hang out with you, they take a lot of time taking you to your activities, or cheering you on at games. My mom even takes time to couch my brother and sisters soccer team. After all the stuff she does for us kids there is little time left for her.

And last but not least your moms would sacrifice their life. They love you so much that they would take their life for yours. They would not stop and think before jumping in the water if you were drowning. They would also jump in front of a bullet for you.

      Mothers sacrifice and love their children so much. I appreciate everything my mom has done for me and I love her so much I would do the things that she does for me. I think that my mom is the best mom in the world.

“The world is full of suffering, it is also full of overcoming It.” –Helen Keller

Everybody suffers at least once a day but do we really think it’s really that bad. There at least 3 types of suffering that I think are the worst, when your without the one you love, your dyeing, or some one you love has died.

Lots of people who go to the war are away from there loved one, or some are token away from their family. It is so sad my brother is in the army and I miss him so much, but others people relatives are in the war and I couldn’t imagine worrying about him every day I would probably suffer from that. But what is even worse is someone being taken from your family. In the holocaust peoples were token everyday. 

It would be also really bad to know that you are about to die.  Can you imagine being given three or six months to live?  When my sister was in the hospital I met several kids who had cancer that only had a short time left.  It amazed me the great attitude they had.  I’m not sure I would have such a positive attitude if I was in their shoes.  I would probably be much more sad and would be suffering more.

The 3^rd type of suffering is when someone you love dies.  My uncle died a last year and I was really sad.  My sadness however was nothing compared to my cousin who had just lost her dad.  It was really sad to see her go through it and to still watch her cry when she misses her dad.  I would never want to go through that type of suffering again.

These three way of suffering are the worst when your without the one you love, your dyeing, or some one you love has died. I have experience suffering but my suffering might not be as bad as others.

“Yay”, I say. Next, we start looking in the newspaper and on the internet for puppies.  We went to about 5 dog pounds and SPCA centers but couldn’t find any dogs that I liked that were available.  One day we saw an add in the newspaper in which someone was selling Dachshund mix puppies in Livermore.  We were going down to Livermore for a soccer tournament any way so we decided to take a look.    We pull up to the house and saw three puppies in a little pen on the front lawn.  They were so cute!  I ran out of the car and started to pet them. The owner said they were half Dachshund and half Lasso Apso.  There was one fat black one and two white and tan ones with blue eyes.   As I was sitting there playing with them, I gave my mom a look; she new exactly what I was going to ask. 

“YES”!  She finally blurted out. I could get a puppy.  Now I had to decide which one.  I had the hardest time deciding but I finally chose the white and tan one with the blue eyes.  I had the hardest time going to play my soccer game since I new the new puppy would be waiting for me afterwards.  I missed it all game long.  After my soccer game, I played with the puppy for the rest of the day.  It loved having its tummy rubbed and when it rolled over; I noticed she had a lot of freckles on her tummy.  Guess What?  That’s why I named her Freckles.