Die As Yourself

Before the games start Peeta tells Katniss how he wants to die as him self, that he don’t want them to turn him in to some kind of monster. I think peeta is just being him self and he is not changing for no one. He is not giving them the pleasure of becoming like an animal fool of anger and hate. He is going to keep his family values till the end. He is not going to pretend that he is brave when he is feeling scared inside.

I think peeta is a good person that is why he always helps Katniss out all the time. A bad person never helps anyone out. Bad people only think of them self and I don’t think peeta is a bad person. I think he really cares about Katniss because he has helped her in the pass befor the reaping games. I think peeta is a really honest person and katniss life has been so though that she doesn’t really trust a lot of people. Katniss is always thinking that peeta is always playing her stupid. But I think that peeta really likes katniss more then a friend because no one protects you like that out of no where. I think peeta is in love with Katniss.

Mean Dad

“You stupid bi*ch you are just like your mom!” My dad yelled to me from inside the house. I didn’t want to go in, because my mom had left to a party. I knew if I went inside he would hit me just because he was mad and angry, because my mom had went to a birthday party. He came home and asked me to go in the house. I refuse to go in, because the beating would begin.

Instead I ran to the street crying I didn’t want to go inside. My dad treated me like trash just because he felt like trash him self. I stayed home because I didn’t have anything nice to wear. My dad was out drinking with his friends like every Sunday. So my mom thought it was ok for me to stay home. I did enjoy an hour by my self at home listing to music, till the beast showed up.

Then next thing you know I was running for my life. I ran, and ran he couldn’t catch me. I was small and quick, he was fat and slow. He was mad at me and I was enjoying the moment, his too fat can’t catch up saying mean things to me till I lost him.

Next thing you know I find my self at the store talking to a bunch of guys that knew me and my family. One was telling me to go home or my dad was going to kick my butt. I told him that’s why I’m here because he wants to beat me for no reason. Next thing you know my dad passes by. All the guys pretend not to know me.

He yells at me to come home and that he had called my mom and he had told her how stupid I was being, and that she is on her way. By the time I got home my mom was there. She asked me what was I doing on the street and why was I being disrespectful to my dad. I told her that he was being mean to me and that he was drunk and I was scared to be next to him because of the times he had tried to touch my sister. My dad said I was talking trash and that I just ran always to go kiss some guy. My mom didn’t know who to believe but my mom said that, I should get a beating for being on the street.

Things that I take for granted

I use to take people in my life for granted. Every time I woke up I use to get sick of listening to my family talk about normal things that family’s talk about. I use to get sick of waking up every morning to change my son’s dipper with a bad attitude. I even took my job for granted I would go to work all mad. I didn’t ever stop to thank god for all the things he blessed me with. I had a job I was doing well I was not starving, I sometimes couldn’t pay the rent but I got it paid at the end. Till one day I went to work all mad and I was cooking burgers at Burger King then the shift manager got mad at me for taking orders and cooking. I got so mad because I was jut doing my job plus I was already angry. Then I lost my job and then I didn’t have a job. I just got angrier and that anger got me to do stupid stuff. From doing stupid things I got a lot of charges, for drunk driving, fighting, assault charges all kinds of them. Until one day that I went to a guy’s house and pimped slapped him. The cops came and took me in. From that day on I’ve missed my family very much. Especially my son, I missed changing his dipper even. I missed my noisy family and my ghetto house. I lived with a porter family that had a nice house it was quiet all the time. But I didn’t like it I missed my baby, the Mexican music that my mom use to listen to, how I use to bump music out loud all the time and my mom didn’t say nothing. In my porter home we didn’t even get to listen to music at all. I had to pretend to like my porter family when I didn’t. I felt so alone and lost but at the same time loved my mom and my son more then ever and my brothers and my sister. Now when I get in to a talk fight with my little brothers I say to my self that the ways they show me love.

Rumors

Rumors spread because people like to talk. People like to compeer them self whit others. Most of the time we want to be better then the other person. you want to be the one with the cute girlfriend or boyfriend. You want to be the one getting all the attention. Even when a person is bad a lot of people start to talk, and don’t say no I just want to help. People that want to help don’t go around talking shit. People that want to spared rumors go around talking there shit because there jellies of the other person getting the attention for there bad behavior. Rumors and drama go together. Say for example a girl calls this other girl a bitch because she got whit the man she wanted. First of all calling her a bitch is making up a rumor, second of all how does she know she is a bitch? Third she is being too dramatic about it I mean come on is not the end of the world. I think rumors spared, spicily those that are untrue quickly because people have a lot of hate and jalousie in them. I say why can’t they just mind there own? Rumors are bad they could hurt people inside, make them feel bad about them self, they could sometimes even get some to commit suicide. Or it could make a person evil inside, you might be thinking about how funny the rumor that you made up about them is. When there thinking about killing you with out no one knowing about it. DON’T SPEED RUMORS YOUR BETER THEN THAT.

People who blame their problems on others

I don’t like people who blame there problems on others. Some people do that a lot whit out even seeing it. An example is some one is on drugs it’s hard to leave drugs but at the end is our choice. We are the ones hurting our self by using drug and blaming it on others. What do you think that by sitting down and smoking Meth your going to stop your parents from fighting? I say no! Life is hard, but hold on and be strong.

So next time your sitting there saying, I hate my parents when they fight that is why I use meth. Well why don’t you ask your self what is the rill reason that you do drugs. I used drugs because I liked them plus I didn’t have anything good in my life. I didn’t really want to make any thing of my life I was just stupid, I new that prison was my destiny. But I didn’t know what the future had in store for me.

The future brought me a son that I love very much. I am committed to be there for him till the end till I die. So no more drugs for me or blaming my problems on others I have respect for my son in many ways. He has respect for me and I always want to have my sons respect. I’m not going to blame no one for my problems and I’m going to keep my head up.

My Parents

My mom and dad are both Mexican my parents are not together no more. My dad has anger problems and drinks a lot. My mom left him when I was 13 he use to hit her that is why she left him. I think my mom was right to leave him. I mean who would like to live whit a person that treats you worse then a dog. I know I didn’t like my dad and I did hate him for all the time I lived whit him. Even when I didn’t live whit him no more I hated him till I had my kid. When I had my kid I saw how hard life could be and I understood how he felt. He had a job that paid him like 700 $ every two weeks and six kids. Now I could see what he went true but he still had no right to treat us the way he did.

My mom has her goods and bad things but mostly good I should say. My mom is not good at making choices. She is not so good at being a mom no more too. Before she was a really good mom and now she is more like a dad. She comes from work and is tired she doesn’t really care about what we do no more she don’t cook for us no more. She spends her time whit her boyfriend most of the time.

She has a lot of good things about her even if she makes bad choices. My mom doesn’t judge me for my bad choices. I’m thankful to her for giving me life and always being around when I need her. I thank her for not kicking me and chucky out on the street.