A Lesson Learned

Once upon a time there was this guy named Arthur, and he was one of the best baseball players according to ESPN and also his stats from college baseball. He was a really good pitcher who pitched 20 no hitter games and was also the home run champ of the league. He was real quick in running and was also an all aroud player. He could play really good as a catcher, a shortstop, 1st baseman, basically any position that was thrown to him, he didn't disappoint anyone, but what he did do is amaze everyone. Anyways, Arthur was a really silent player who didn't really focus on school because he was so good and fun to watch that the principal just made him pass his freshmen year in college, just so that he can represent his school. Then, as he went on to his Junior year in college he surprisingly passed, again, but with low grades. Arthur attended the University of Southern California and was really popular there to all the baseball fans, and of course, to the women who were around that area or who were in school. One day, something terrible happened, while Arthur was walking across the street, some car came out of nowhere and hit the side of his leg while he was in the air to try and jump on top of the car to try to avoid impact. And he ended up unconscious at the hospital. Everyone one felt bad for him, his family, his team mates, his fans, the press, and of course, his friends. Because you see, what happened was, he broke hi leg because of that impact and can no longer play baseball, at least for two or three years. Which really sucked; and what sucked the most, is that he didn't really know what he was doing in school ,because he didn't really learn anything because he was always focused on baseball. So now he would have to start all over again in school, but this time, without sports.

Wednesday, is a pretty good day. In school, it's a half day, so we get out at 1:50. We usually get out 2:40, what's messed up is that they only took out 50 minutes of school and they're already calling it a half day; so does that mean that if they were to take out 2 hours they would call it one fourth day. I really like going on trips, especially road trips, because I hate being stuck in that plane and not being able to run or jump or whatever there is to do that deals with moving. One time I tripped my friend and he fell flat face to the ground and so he had a bloody nose which wouldn't stop bleading. I wonder how it would be like to be in a certain country, right now. I wonder what I would see, whatI would do, where I would I go, or even how would I get there. Man, I am just a Junior though, so I guess that I won't be graduating until next school year.

A long lasting great life

There was once these high school sweethearts named Alfredo and Jennifer that went on through life together as one happy couple. Like any couple in a long-lasting realtionship during the ages of 20 and over they ended up getting married. So a couple of years after their marriage everyone saw them as one of the greatest and happiest married couple in the world, but at the same time they thought that just like any other married couple, good things don't last very long, which is true. Alfredo and Jennifer didn't really care though about what people said. They were basically some laid back people who just did what ever they wanted to do. No one can seperate them nor ruin their relationship. Many people have tried but their love was so strong that those people failed. Alfredo was an electrical engineer while Jennifer was busy with her acting career. But they always managed to make time for each other, they would sstill go out on dates and stuff like that, which really amazed people.

It's just a part of Life
by Robert Naraja

It is October 20, 2021 and I am eleven years old, living in the island of Saipan. My dad is a sports jock and I guess that is what he wants me to be too. My dad was a really good basketball player, one of the best, actually, until he blew his knee cap after dunking on a guy and landing on his foot. The one thing that I hate about parents' that they always try to push you to do something that you don't want to do. And that is what my father is doing to me, he wants me to be a baketball player, just like him. So his plan is to train me everyday for atleast an hour and thirty minutes and make sure that I got the fundamentals down.

Sports are fun and all, but they're just not for me. I mean, I'm pretty good at football, but I'm better at basketball. There are times when they're both fun, but I just don't feel the love for the game the way others do. I try to talk to my mom about it and I ask her to help me out, but in my house, my dad's the boss and everyone has to listen to him, or else there is going to be a huge argument in the house. My mom's a houswife and my dad's occupation is a businessman, he also does some commercial's for addidas.

My dad can never stop talking about his accomplishments in basketball and how devoted he was on his path to become a better player, and it just got old. It did, and I just felt like killing myself whenever he would talk about it. I just wish that my dad would let me do what I want to do and not what he wanted me to do, because that is just not right. He always said that it's for my own good, and that he doesn't want me to mess up my life by playing video games and going out with my friends.

The truth was, though, that being trapped in my house and in that basketball court messes me up right there. Especially the fact that I can't even hang out with my friends. He doesn't know that by stoping me from hanging out with them, he pulls me away from them, little by little. I mean, I'm just a kid and I'm not ready for that kind of commitment which he wants me to follow, all I want to do is have fun, that's all! I know that he is just trying to look after me since I'm the only boy and all, but all he has to do is help or guide me to have fun. I think that my dad is like this because no one was pushing him and he had nothing else to do, I'm really not too sure, but hey, I love him too, and I guess that it's just a part of life.