The dress has been blowing up the internet these past weeks. I see white and gold but it's actually black and blue, it's has to do with the cones in your eyes. But the interesting thing about the dress is how fast it spread throughout the internet, it's like the same thing that happened with Alex from target.

When you truly love someone.....

You will go out of your way to make them happy

Love them for who they are not who you want them to be

Except their insecurities as perfections

And not want to do anything to hurt them or make them feel bad

BOOM! A single sound of a gunshot roared throughout the city mall in North Carolina. I looked a few yards ahead and saw a woman face down on the JC penny floor with a group of adults standing around her. I jogged towards the women and I saw my dad huddled over her talking on his phone, "why is he over there" I thought, my mind was telling me I needed to get to the woman, I started sprinting. I got a few feet away and looked closely at the women who got shot, "My mom is the woman" I thought, time suddenly slowed down and all I could see was my dying mother laying on the cold mall floor in a pool of blood. Nearly bursting into tears I looked behind me and saw 5 firefighters jogging towards us. I looked back at my mother, her bloodshot eyes were staring at me, as her eyes rolled back she whispered something to me, to this day I still don't know what she said. All I remember after that was my dad telling me the tragic news, and I remember thinking "its all because of that one gunshot."

The muffled tick of your clock is all the noise there is,

You can't help but constantly glance at the time, thinking you need to to sleep,

But you can't fall asleep,

Your mind drifts off into a stage where you think of anything and everything else than sleep,

You keep tossing and turning

No position is comfortable,

But at the moment you least expect it, thinking your wide awake, you doze off into a trance and fall asleep.

The lump of regret sitting in your throat,

the thought of "what did I do wrong" pounding in your head,

remembering the lost happy memories you have,

A single tear trickles down your face,

you breath in and out,

and then you remember why.

School is great.

I love seeing my friends at least 5 days a week, and learning something new every day. My favorite subjects are math, reading, and writing.

But the reason school is only great, is because of the favorites. And by favorites I mean the teachers favorites. I hate teachers favoring kids because if your not a favorite it almost feels like a constant reminder that your not good enough for your teacher. And it always seems like there is the same favorite students year after year so there must be some certain attributes of an admired student. Personally I feel that a classroom isn't a safe learning environment unless all students are equal.