A Sad ProcrastinationI blinked my eyes wildly in a sadly unsuccessful attempt to stay awake. In my mind, I cursed myself and my stupid procrastinating habits. Its almost five o clock in the morning and my science fair project is due in less than four hours. My dads telling me something important about the board, but Im unable to pay attention as drowsiness claims me. Suddenly, I sat up straighter and slapped my face gently, but still with a little sting, to wake me up as I realized, with waves of shame and guilt crashing over me, that my dad had sacrificed his sleep time to help me.How had I gotten into this terrible mess? I know I procrastinate, but never had it gotten this bad! I had done all of the experimentation, yes, but I had left typing everything up and presenting it on the board for the night before. By now, I had typed everything up and all I had left was to put the information on to my board. I wanted to glue everything down, but my dad explained that we had no time and
Make Way for the NewMake Way for the NewI opened my eyes and there I sawOrange koi dancingBeneath murky waterUnaware of the cares of the worldThe water, so dark,Masked the fishUntil all you could seeWere outlines.New, younger fishDart by the ancient koiThe darkness of them contrasting,Shielding the orange shapes.Looking away, I sawA wide tree,Taller than the others,The king with a crown of green atop his headLooking across his kingdom.However, as my gaze slid down,The trunk of the king was coveredThe brown of successors overlapping.I continued on my journeyThrough the coarse forestWatching peacefullyUntil a beeping interruptedSearching for the source,I blinked my eyesAnd woke up as I realizedThe beeps emittedWere from my alarm clock.
Pieced Together FamilyPieced Together FamilyFlipping through her journal, Cats eyes caught fragments of earlier entries, Today Dad started drinking again,,
hit me,, and gained a bruised arm and hip. Wincing as she reached for her pen, Cat found the page where she left off, then started scribing slowly, arm throbbing from recent injuries.Today, he started thinking about Mom again. When I got home from school, he was already drunk and grieving for Mom. When he first saw me, he asked, Elaine? Is that you? I knew youd come back for me! but soon he started sobbing, You left me all alone in this world. Why? Why!After this breakdown, Dads fury grew over his abandonment and he started to attack me. I know hes wrong, though. Mom was always nice.Im sorry Dad, but if I could change, I promise you I wouldnt look anything like Mom.As Cats anger at her father grew, she started writing furious