Adventure Awaits

This is the play I wrote. I based it off of The Breakfast Club. It's one of my favorite movies so it made it easier for me to keep writing.

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                The detention classroom is filled with mischievous and rebellious teenagers who don’t have the patience to waste their sweet time on a Saturday that can be spent doing far more entertaining things than being stuck in a classroom with their least favorite teacher.

 

CLASSROOM – EARLY SATURDAY MORNING

We see CLAIRE and BRIAN sitting next to each other in the very back of the classroom, behind many empty desks.

CLAIRE

How in the world are we supposed to sneak out of this classroom when Mr. Cherry is going to be watching us for the next six hours?

BRIAN

Claire, do you really think he’ll have his eyes glued on all of us for that long? Knowing him, he’ll probably pass out two hours into the detention, at most.

CLAIRE

You’re right, he’s always sleeping during finals anyways. How would we get out of here in the first place?

BRIAN

We could always go right through the door but that’s too easy. Going out through the window seems riskier and a lot more fun.

CLAIRE

You’re crazy, but I’m in!

An hour passes by and MR. CHERRY is snoring at the front desk

BRIAN

It’s go time.

Claire

But what if someone tells on us?

BRIAN
Don’t you worry Claire, I’m sure everyone in here will not care enough to do so, and even if they did care at all they would most likely just join us.

BRIAN opens the back window slyly and follows CLAIRE outside.

CAFETERIA – SATURDAY NOON

BRIAN and CLAIRE are hungry but have no money on them so they decide to sneak into the lunch room and steal some snacks.

CLAIRE

Okay, I say we get the chocolate muffins and Chex Mix.

BRIAN

Sounds good to me but I also want some pizza, do you think we’ll have time to use the microwave?

CLAIRE

We’ll have to make it quick because I don’t know if there’s anybody around at this time on a Saturday.

BRIAN

I’m sure there isn’t, it’s a weekend. There’s no school in session. Therefore the lunch ladies don’t have any kids to feed in the first place.

CLAIRE

There are always the janitors.

BRIAN

I’m sure the janitors would join in.

BRIAN and CLAIRE sneak into the lunch room and stuff their sweatshirt pockets with food. As soon as BRIAN puts a slice of pizza in the microwave, they hear footsteps coming towards them. Panicking, CLAIRE grabs BRIANS hand and they start sprinting down the hallway towards the football field.

FOOTBALL FIELD – SATURDAY NOON

                Panting, CLAIRE and BRIAN take a break from running. They both collapse on the hot turf football field. They take off their sweatshirts and sit on them. They take out their food and begin to have a picnic.

BRIAN

Well that was a close one, wasn’t it Claire?

CLAIRE

A little too close, are you sure it’s a good idea to be sitting out here in plain sight eating all the food we just stole?

BRIAN

Hey who cares, we’ll be fine.

A golf cart makes its way up the track towards the football field. The two security guys are in there with mad expressions on their faces.

BRIAN

RUN!

BRIAN and CLAIRE begin to run away from the scene, bringing everything they had with them. They run through a hole in the fence behind the football field. They are now off campus and decide to run all the way around school to where the detention classroom is.

CLAIRE

We better not get caught Brian, I’m not trying to have Saturday detentions for the rest of the school year!
BRIAN

Don’t even worry about it, we’ll be okay. I promise you!

BRIAN and CLAIRE run through the front of school trying to avoid the school security. They finally arrive to the window of their Saturday detention classroom. CLAIRE jumps in first, making not a sound and gets back to her desk in a heartbeat. BRIAN jumps in next, making a giant thump as he hits the ground, knocking over a few books.

MR.CHERRY

Brian what are you doing at over there?

BRIAN

I’m sorry Mr. Cherry; I was just looking for something to read.

MR. CHERRY

Just sit back down in your desk and don’t make another sound.

BRIAN

Yes sir!

Brian and Claire got away with sneaking out of detention, stealing school food, and outrunning the school security even though they had a golf cart.

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                                Adventure awaits anywhere

List of Lists

Things on my Bucket list

·         Hot air balloon

·         Scuba dive

·         Go camping on the beach

·         Ride and elephant

·         Swim with dolphins

·         Go on a long road trip

·         Be a summer camp consoler

·         Hike to the top of Mount Diablo

 

Places I would like to go

·         Greece

·         Hawaii

·         London

·         Paris

·         Lake Tahoe

·         San Diego

·         New York

·         Yosemite Park

·         Alaska (Summer)

·         The Caribbean

Famous People I’d Like to Meet

·         Britney Spears

·         Fergie

·         Shakira

·         Justin Timberlake

·         Niall Horan

·         Macklemore

·         Tyra Banks

·         Mila Kunis

·         Ashton Kutcher

·         Steve Carol

·         James Franco

·         Josh Hutcherson

·         Beyonce

·         Ashley Tisdale

·         Cara Delevigne

·         Vanessa Hudgens

Favorite Movies

·         50 First Dates

·         Means Girls

·         Dazed & Confused

·         Remember the Daze

·         The Breakfast Club

·         Chicken Little

·         Tangled

·         Scary Movie I

·         Super Troopers

·         The Parent Trap

·         Footloose

Things I like to Hear

·         “I love you”

·         “I miss you”

·         “This reminded me of you”

·         “You look nice today”

·         “Good Job”

·         “You were in my dream”

·         Weird accents

·         “There will be free food”

Pet Peeves

·         People chewing with their mouths full

·         Coughing/sneezing while talking

·         When people are asshole drivers

·         Bad hair days

·         Cackling instead of laughing

·         Chapped lips

·         Bad breath

·         Last minute flakes

Rain

This is another vignette, about rain this time. The rain brings back very special memories. It was nice writing about the past for once.

We were cuddling on the couch inside. All our friends were already asleep and we were catching up. Bringing back past memories, which led to bringing up past feelings. The thumping of the rain got hard and harder the more we talked. It was like a tease. I jumped up and pulled you outside. I felt so refreshed as soon as I stepped into the puddles barefoot. I turn around and our eyes intertwine. You pulled me in and gave me a big kiss on the lips. The feeling of the cold raindrops on our faces made everything so much better. I felt so safe in your arms, even under the darkest raincloud. The most unexpected moments are by far the best moments.

ABCat

This is my ABC poem. This was a fun and not so easy poem to write. It was really hard having the poem make any sense but it was definitely a fun process.

Another
Brave
Cat
Diving,
Eating,
Fighting,
Gripping,
Hissing,
Investigating,
Jumping,
Killing
Living
Mice,
Nothing
Ordinary,
Pouncing,
Quilt
Ripping,
Shoe
Taking,
Understanding
Various
Ways,
X-treme,
Yearning
Zero

Rapunzewl

This is my adult fairytale. I decided to make Rapunzel, a sweet and innocent princess into a ghetto fabulous teenager. The character can some what relate to an actual teenager going through the rebellious phase.

Rapunzewl

      Once upon a time there was a rebel seventeen year old named Rapunzewl. Rapunzewl wasn’t any ordinary teenager. She was as sassy as can be and had a big appetite for danger. Not only a big appetite, but a big amount of hair as well. It wasn’t all of her real hair of course; she had a weave that was ten times longer than she was. She lived in a high castle with only one window and she wasn’t allowed to leave since she was on house arrest. Her parole officer made it clear that she couldn’t step outside, not even for fresh air, until she was off of probation, which wasn’t any time soon. Repunzewl thought this punishment was very stupid. She didn’t think what she did was even that bad. Although the rest of the town agrees that robbing store after store down the market street was completely and utterly unforgiveable. She didn’t commit this crime all by herself though. She has Tyrone help her out. They’ve been partners in crime ever since they have learned how to walk. One sunny evening Rapunzwel was calmly brushing out her long weave when she hears her name being called from the outdoors. She rushes to the window dragging her long hair along with her.

“Yo Rapunzewl! Let down yo long ass weave and let me in yo crib,” Called out Tyrone.

“Yo ass left me at the crime scene, leaving me with all the blame fool!” Rapunzewl replied.

Tyrone waves a bucket of KFC and Rapunzewl throws down her weave faster than a bowling ball would hit the ground coming down from a ten story window. Tyrone knew Rapunzewls weakness ever since her thirteenth birthday when they robbed the local KFC and took the stores week supply of frozen food. They had the courtesy to keep all the money safely in the registers though.

      Once Tyrone gets into the prison castle he throws out an idea about breaking out and running away. Rapunzewl is blown away by this crazy plan and is left speechless. She is a courageous girl and does what she wants when she wants. She’s always had a thing for Tyrone too. It’s every girls dream to have her prince charming come save her and runaway together and live happily ever after.

     Rapunzewl packed up her bags and seperated her weave in multiple braids. This made it less likely for her hair to get stuck in the bushes on the run. They dressed themselves in camouflage and headed out the window. Tyrone was the first one down of course, coming down using Rapunzewls hair. She managed to make a rope out of cooking aprons, old t-shirts, and dorags. Once they were both on the ground, Rapunzewl jumped into Tyrone’s arms and gave him a big smooch on the cheek. Her dreams were finally coming true and she couldn’t have been any happier. The adrenaline rush from finally making a move on Tyrone made her want to do something even more outrageous and dangerous. They start sprinting into the forest holding hands.

 

They lived happily ever after on the run, madly inlove.

California Breeze

This is my short piece. I like this piece because I think that it's very true. The sound of the ocean waves relaxes me, whether I'm actually at the beach or I'm just listening to a soundtrack.

California breeze
The sound of the ocean waves
Take my cares away

Irony

This is my picture poem. It's based off a black and white photo of what seems to be an abandoned saloon. I added in as many details to draw the picture in the reader's mind.

Picture Poem

Abandoned and lonesome

The old building stays

With just a cat in the window pane

And no customers coming its way

 

Ironic how a sign invites people in

Also scares them away

With the attention

Of the warning on display

 

The boarded window is open

Allowing sunlight in on such a beautiful day

Everything still seems broken

The cat full of dismay

 

Paint is peeling off the tall walls

Wood is chipping as well

Echoes of birds chirping and wild wolf calls

Sending vibes of a good day in hell

 

Ironic how even on the most magnificent afternoon

A setting can be filled with such gloom

Beautiful Nightmare

       In class we listened to a number of different songs. I chose to write about the classical music. It put me in a spontaneous, dangerous mood, as you can tell.

         Once I arrived to San Francisco I knew that we were nearby. I was nervous for the night but my excitement made me feel better. It then took about twenty minutes to arrive at the location of the Masquerade Ball. The moon shined bright and full. There was not a cloud in the sky and the weather was perfect.

                I walked into the Banquet Hall and my jaw had dropped. The scene was magnificent. Everyone was dressed beautifully. The venue itself was set up so elegantly as well. I felt as if I belonged here, like I fit in perfectly. Shades of royal blue, bloodshot red, and charcoal black filled the dimmed room. People were swaying their bodies across the dance floor. Everyone had great rhythm to the classic music. There was not a soul in the Banquet Hall that didn’t know how to dance properly.

                I walked into the dining room when dinner was served. It smelled like barbeque. I didn’t know what to expect at these kinds of things so I just went with the flow. They were serving ribs, steak, pasta, and a variety of different salads. After I ate my dinner I headed over to the bar.

                “I’ll take the most purchased drink,” I said to the bartender.

                The bartender placed a tall clear glass filled with a red beverage in front of me. I took my first sip and was surprised how delicious the alcoholic beverage tasted. The next thing I know I heard a feminine voice whisper something in my ear. The young lady grabbed my attention and had me intrigued in the conversation. I was so lost in her eyes, through her mask of course, that I must have not realized that she had slipped something in my drink.

                My vision started to get blurry and I was slurring my words like never before. If I tried to explain to someone what was happening to me or how I was feeling, they wouldn’t understand just get freaked out. I started to have a flashback to two months ago. I remembered reading an article in the San Francisco Chronicle about someone going around clubs drugging random people. Some of them being murdered and the rest only being injured but safely returned home.

                Adrenalin filled my body and I knew I had to get out of the building as soon as possible. I had to get away from the scene. I thought to myself at that moment that I didn’t; want to die quite yet. I wasn’t satisfied with my twenty-three years of life. I found an exit and ran outside, stumbling. It led to a dark alley. This situation has gotten even more sketch. I started to sprint down this alley at full speed towards the street. I ran by two homeless cats fighting and screaming. I could still smell the dumpster when I got on to the crowded sidewalk.

                I now had to lose myself in the groups of people that took up the city on this busy Friday night. I knew I could get back to my hotel, even in the condition I was in. I was speed walking down the sidewalk, close to the street. Next thing I know a car pulls over right next to me and someone pulls me into the back seat. It was the girl who has poisoned my drink. My hearts stopped as fear filled my body. My mood had changed so drastically since the beginning of the night.

                “Beep beep beep,” the sound of my alarm clock awakened me. My heart was pounding at the speed of light. My face was sweaty and my hands were clammy. My whole body was shaking and tears were falling from my eyes. I had realized this was all a dream, a nightmare to be exact. My day got even worse when I realized it was Monday and I had to be at work in the next hour.

Appointment With Love

I chose my Appointment With Love for my humorous piece. This was a fun collaborative class assignment. Bryce, India, and I really used our imaginations on this one.

    

Bradford starts to walk towards her but she walks away as if she doesn't know him. He then looks over and locks eyes with Fergie. He looked at her arm and saw a massive tattoo of a red rose. He immediately approached her. She was looking especially fergalicious in her stain red dress. They clicked as soon as they started talking. He was really intrigues when she told him about her time ravel. They fell deeply in love and lived a glamorous life in both time periods.

A Run in my Shoes

I chose my 'Dog Story' for my first person narrative piece. I had fun with this writing assignment because it was from an object's point of view. I was able to get very creative with this piece without it having to be serious.

My human only thinks about himself. He never bothers to ask how I’m doing or if he is hurting me. I know I should respect him since he saved me from Sports Authority, but it is just so hard to when he doesn't even seem to care. He should care too; I am the best running shoe on the market.

                Let me tell you about the first day with my human. He locked me in the trunk of his car, stuck in a box. I have never felt so claustrophobic before. Once we got to a stop, he carried me into a big brown house. He left me in his room for quite some time. Once he was ready, he put his feet in me. I have never felt so alive! We go out the door and down the street. He was gentle at first, jogging in a slow pace. But when we go onto the Iron Horse Trail, things go brutal. It felt as if we were moving at the speed of light. He threw me on top of sharp rocks, into the mud, even using me as a weapon against bugs.

                We passed by so many lucky shoes. They seemed so loved and in good shape. They did not have to do much either. Their only worry was to enjoy the Ferris wheel ride their biking human was providing them with. I was worn out by the time we had gotten home that I slept like a baby.

                Now let’s fast forward two months. I am still young and I should look pretty new, but my human has stopped my shine. Not only do I have stains all over and dents on my bottom but there are holes on my sides as well. My bright orange color has faded and the white Nike sign is a dirty tannish color. I have literally been through hell and back. I have also been disrespected by the person I care most about. I did not think our relationship would be this bad even after the first day. I should have seen this coming.

                Now let’s fast forward two weeks. My luck has finally turned around. My human took me to the hospital. It was about time! I thought this day would ever come. My human left shortly after getting there but I stayed overnight. I wish he could have been by my side. I guess I understand that he had things to do.

                I am assuming I was asleep during the operation because i woke up a whole new pair of shoes. It was unbelievable! I felt better than ever and could not wait to go home to my human. I was prepared for what he had in store for me. I learned that I was born this way to help others succeed and reach their goals. I have never before felt so important and useful. I am glad I am helping my human instead of any other human.

Best Night Ever

For my vignette I chose to write about sound. The first thing I thought of was the last concert I went to in April. I have never been to a better concert, which made it so easy for me to write about.

      I remember the screech of the Bart train as it came to a halt. Zoe and I scurried to the very last train, where we knew would not be occupied by any passengers. We took a seat on the empty train. There was nobody we had to talk over or worry about eavesdropping. It was so quiet that when the train would shake, it’d be ten times louder and way more intense. We arrive to San Francisco, the city filled with honking cars and whistling pedestrians. The concert venue was ten blocks down from the Bart stop we got off of. It took about twenty minutes to finally get to there. We walked by loud restaurants, rowdy bars, and even people singing their hearts out on the sidewalk. Once we finally arrive, we head towards the back of the line, which goes all the way down and around the building. Surprisingly, the wait was not long at all. Teenagers are singing familiar lyrics while strangers join in to sing them too. As soon as we get inside of the loud building we run upstairs to coat check. We wanted to put all of our stuff aside so we won’t have to worry about it while we dance and sing along.

      Once we’re in the main room, we push through the noisy crowd. We have to yell over everyone else to even hear each other. The opening acts were so good that I was shocked they did not have other bands opening up for them. Once the main performer got onto stage, the crowd went wild. People were jumping up and down, screaming at the top of their lungs, not only from the ground floor but from the balconies as well. Everyone sang along to each and every fast-beat, catchy song. I met knew people, somehow over all of the yelling and had an amazing night. We worked our way to the front of the crowd throughout the night. We made it through the crazy mosh pit alive, thankfully, and past all of the complaining teenagers. We made it an arm’s length away from the stage, the only thing stopping us from hopping on was the fence in between.

       The performer taught it would be fun to go crowd surfing and through cakes at the cheerful crowd. It was probably the best idea I have ever been able to experience. My ears were ringing for the rest of the night. It was so loud in the building that I thought I wouldn’t be able to hear anything ever again. Zoe and I had to yell at each other, even afterwards, to be able to hear what we were saying. This was the best concert I have ever been to.

1 Sylable Chip Story

For my collaborative piece I chose the one sylable story. Anna and I wrote this together in class. The purpose of this assignment was to only use one sylable per word. Check out Anna's blog, it's far out!

 

I am an old chip on a shelf. I fell out one day, out of a bag. And no one has seen me since. No one was cared. So I lay here on the shelf and think and lay and think some more. One day, a bug flew on top of me. He smelled me and licked me. I felt loved. I could tell he cared! Then when I thought my life had turned good, his mouth got big. So big that it was my size. Then he took a bite. And he ate, ate, and ate. I felt the warmth of his breath. Then he shoved me down his throat. I had lost his trust. I wished I could go back to the shelf. But now I have no life, and I’m just a pile of poop.

Chris and Pat Story

I chose to revise my Chris and Pat Story. I enjoyed this assignment because the two names are universal and can be used for both genders. No matter what the story line, the reader can still use their imagination with this part.

 

                “Chris! You’re an idiot!”

                “Pat, you’re the idiot!”

“You were supposed to make a left two stops ago,” Pat screamed.

                “I know where I’m going, you’re the one that always gets us lost,” Chris napped.

“Oh please, you’re the one that’s always behind the wheel!”

“I know you’re supposed to make a right up here.”

“If we were anywhere near where we’re supposed to be there would be only one-way streets.”

                The two started to stress out over where they were. They were on their way to Berkeley. Already being an hour late, caused a lot of tension in the car. Pat and Chris both thought they were right and refused to listen to each other. They were so sure they knew where they were going that they didn’t want to take out the GPS. B now they got themselves lost in neighborhoods that they thought were in Berkeley.

“Why is everyone hanging out in large groups on the corner of almost every block?” Chris asked.

“Why in the world do they look so angry at us?” Pat muttered.

“I’m getting a little worried. Should i ask them for directions?”

“I know where we are Chris! Why are you trying to start this with me again?!”

“You’re so sensitive when you get your directions wrong.”

“You know I’m always right.”

“That was the biggest lie that has ever come out of your mouth.”

“I’m pretty sure we just keep going straight?”

“I think it’s time we take out the GPS and use it. We didn’t buy it to just have it sitting around never being used.”

“Are you loosing hope in us?”

“Are you loosing hope in us?”

“I’ve lost hope a while ago to be honest.”

Pat and Chris were driving around in Oakland this whole time. They laughed about this the whole way back to Berkeley. They were both wrong.  They spent the day bonding over Cream and thrift shopping. They even met some nice hitchhikers. They took many pictures to scrapbook once they got home since they thought the whole situation was hilarious.

 

Mr. Linden's Library

I chose Mr. Linden's Library as my descriptive piece. For this assignment I wrote about a simple black and white picture. I used to imagination to put the pieces together and make this story.


     Belle was a selfless, genuine young lady. She did not have a care in the world and faced no problems whatsoever. She was really into school and loved learning new things. Every time she had an opportunity, she'd go to the local library or bookstore and read.

     One gloomy afternoon Belle decided to go to the well known Mr. Linden's Library. There is a bin filled with used books that are offered for free. Belle took advantage of this and would go through it almost every week. Something felt different this time. The library was quitter than usual and there were not as many smiles going around. Belle did not think too about it at the time though.

     Belle leaned over the book bin and started scavengering. She found a book with no title or author, but there were dead petals coming out of the pages. Belle was interested in strange and mysterious things, so this book was definitely a keeper. As she started to head out of the bookstore, a man she has never seen before gave her a frightened look. When he locked eyes with Belle, he turned pale as if he had just seen a ghost.

      Shivers crawled up Belle's back as she sped-walked out the library into the rain. Focusing on avoiding as many puddles as she possibly could on the ground, Belle bumped into a man as she turned a corner. It turned out to the same man she had just seen in the library. The man had a terrible look in his eyes. Belle can sense the bad vibes that he expressed.

     "There is a reason there is no title for that book," the man whispered into Belle's face.
     
     Belle is aware that there are many crazy people out on the streets these days. She decided it would be best if she ignored him and kept walking. She smiled, in a very confused way, and walked around this man.

     "Bad things will happen!" The man yelled after Belle, warning her.

     This crossed the line and freaked Belle out. She began walking even faster. She decided to stop at a café so dry off. This was a perfect time to start reading the book she picked up. She was even more interested in it after being warned.

     When Belle opened the book she could smell fresh rose pedals, it felt as if it was a lovely spring afternoon. As she began to read the book she couldn't seem to make herself stop. The book was practically sucking Belle into the story. Pages were turned after pages, so rapidly that Belle had bunches of paper cuts all over her fingers.

     Belle has never been exposed to such a horrific story in her life. At the end of the book there was a very detailed hand-drawn picture of some man. The same man that had warned Belle about the book. It turns out that she had encountered Mr. Linden himself. Under the picture the words, "Bad things will happen," were written. He had warned her about the book, but now it was too late for Belle.