The Message

Author's Note: This is a fictional story I wrote, in my writing circle. With the topic we had selected, I could have gone many different directions with my story. I chose to go with creepy yet the voice, that I wanted to portrayed to be calm. Please let me know if my vocabulary and transitions between paragraphs are decent.


As Cammie opened the door, she had a feeling something was awaiting her. Although she had put no consideration that it may not be a person, but maybe a message. A message, would change her life.


After sitting down at the kitchenette and eating peanut butter crackers, like she did everyday after school, Cammie remembered that it was her responsibility to check the land line for messages. She often forgot to do so, since her family just canceled the Merry Maids. This being so, some strange twist of fate, allowed her to remember.


The phone speaker, spoke like it did always. Please enter your password. Cammie of coarse had trouble remembering it. Her thoughts were something along the lines of, 5956? No, Ummmm 8876. Ugh! Oh, I remember.....1234.



Quickly  after the machine accepted her password, Cammie dug around in the kitchen "junk drawer", she needed a pencil and paper; so that she would remember everything. The first message was from her Grandma Gracie; GG, as Cammie called her, wanted to know if the issue was solved. Jotting this down quickly the second message began to play. It happened to be her dad; he called to say he wanted to get back together with her mom. None of these messages were considered important, in Cammie's eyes, but her mother might think otherwise. My mother can't even manage to give good advice, maybe I should just delete the messages and throw.... Cammie's thoughts were interrupted by a third message.



Cammie thought that it would be her mom, because she's late from work today. But it wasn't her mom's voice, it was the voice of a stranger. Listening closely, she began to daze; as if the demanding voice was over powering her.



Listen closely. I have your mom. She's in my basement, that is flooding. But she isn't alone. I also have managed to steal every other kid, from their homes. Your next. Either come to me, or I will come to you. You have 30 minutes.


Her heart began to pound louder and louder each second she stood still. Cammie's mind was spinning; She began to wonder, What should I do? When was this message left, do I have enough time? Was he on his way now?


Answering her questions, the kitchen window burst open. It revealed a strong man; glasses, dressed in all black, and had freakishly large hands. Without even thinking, Cammie threw the phone at his head, and then a coffee pot. She missed both shots. And faster than you can say, well anything, the mysterious man snatched her. Taking her away, wearing a blindfold. Cammie had no idea what was awaiting her.


For the first time in her life, she actually wanted her mother's advice; it was too late to change her life because she no longer had one.

A Race for Knowledge?

Author's Note: In  this small commentary, I expressed my feelings towards NASA being shut-down. Even though this piece is somewhat serious, I hope that the beginnings of my sentences, flow and vary.  

Space. It's one of the most fascinating things to think about. Even though the United States has made many discoveries, there is still so much more to discover. When the United States, shut down NASA, lots of people didn't care. But I did. Without the Space Program, the American citizens who are involved in sciences, of all kinds, will fall behind. Even though, the "Race to Space" is over, the United States has officially dropped out of the Race for Knowledge.

A Cheesy Propsal

Author's Note- I wrote this poem to show a common theme in movies. To people have completely different news....Anyways, I tried to use some figurative language, hopefully it is recognizable.

Opening the envelope filled with words of love

Is just like a song from above

My heart starts to sing

And before you know it your down on one knee

Could this be?

Do you really want to spend your whole life with me?

Although this proposal is kind of cheesy

I think I going to start to feel queasy

Because I was just going to say

I think we should break up

I’m tired of the constant make-ups

From the tons of rights we have

Even so at least you know-

You’ll always be in my heart

Learning From "My Sister's Keeper"

Author's Note- In this essay I worked one how I started my sentences. Hopefully it is visible that I did so. But overall, this essay is supposed to put you in a situation that, you have probably never experienced.

Imagine being born for a reason, that your parents have decided. Now imagine that it would be to save your sister, who has a rare form of Leukemia. Basically, your parent’s had you designed by a genealogist. Do they actually love you? Or do they want to use you, for your sister’s benefit? Lastly, would you agree to donate to your sister, for your whole life? My Sister’s Keeper is a book that will make you think about the choices you make and why you’d make them. Like letting your sister die, for example.

Would you ever let your sister die? For me, at times, I’d say “yes” but when I really think of my sister dieing my heart starts to feel heavy. Anna probably felt the same way yet her situation is a little more complex than mine. Her sister, Kate, wanted to die.

If my sister told me she wanted to die, I’d have no clue what to say. Mostly because she doesn’t have cancer or some sickness that makes her life miserable, unlike Kate. So I would NEVER let her die; at least on my watch or with any help from me. That’s where Anna and I are different. She was going to let her sister die so that her sister, Kate, be happy. Even if I let my sister die, I’d be really mad at myself. Maybe Anna and I are more alike than I think. However, this book’s twist makes me sad for Anna and happy for Kate.

In the end of My Sister’s Keeper, Anna dies and her parents end up donating her kidney to Kate. This operation saved Kate’s life. She lived on to teach ballet and with the grief of making Anna take extreme measures for her. Reading this part of the book gave me mixed emotions. I felt confused because Anna had just recently medical emancipation and her parents got to decide, if she donated anyways. This also made me feel sad yet, I do know one thing for sure, if I were Kate- I couldn’t live with myself, after practically causing Anna’s death.

If I ever found out that my parents had me designed by a genealogist, I’d feel as if I’m worthless. If I found out that why I was designed, I’d feel even more worthless. Anna Fitzgerald probably felt like this. Although she still donated to Kate. I really don’t know what I would’ve done, in that particular scenario. Now, I realize I need to live like there’s no tomorrow and love like it’s my last day on earth, and that is a choice that I'm am making.

Letter to Veteran

Author's Note- I wrote this letter to a World War II veteran that was recently on an Honor Flight. Each veteran on that flight received an old fashioned mail call and a letter that someone had wrote to them. It felt really good to be a part of the honor flight and to thank the men and women who served.

Dear World War II Veteran,   

        I don’t know very much about World War II but I do know that you have sacrificed a great amount to ensure our country would remain free, like it is today. Without you, how would America be today? I can only assume the worst but luckily our country had you and many others protecting us.

        I have always wanted an opportunity to thank a veteran of war, besides my dad. Now that I have this chance to do so, I am grateful and excited. Even though I’m only a kid, I hope my letter brings you happiness and makes you realize how important you are.

        Once again, I am sincerely thankful for your service. But not only for you time; for the determination, courage, and selflessness you have shown.

        Sincerely,

Sarah Kaderavek

I Am Proud of My Country

Authors Note-- This essay had the topic, Are you proud of your country. I also have an opportunity to submit it in a contest. I don't  know if I want to enter it or not. Please let me know what you think after you've read my essay.

A flag waving in the wind, welcoming all who come, the innocence of the nature, around the states. I am very proud of my country. We are very privileged and often take things for granted, meanwhile other counties, such as Haiti, have so little. Americans need to realize how much we have and what we can offer the world. Our best country in the world because when you look around America there’s always something I can be proud of: beauty, freedom, or and every day privileges.

When I look at the mountains, I see beauty. And the forest provides the same sensation. Most countries do not have the chance to see this beauty. The either live in hot, cold or in-between climates. They don’t have the chance to travel to other climates. Therefore, I am proud that America has such a variety of landforms and that I have a chance to see them all. Although there’s more to be proud of than just what I see.

Another thing I am proud of is all the rights American citizens have. We can say what we believe; practice whatever religion we would like to. The feeling of waking up and getting to be myself, is amazing. Other country’s citizens live their whole life not stating what they believe because they’d get arrested, take some Middle Eastern countries ruled my dictators. I’m so appreciative of what rights I have, and every day I live.

I am proud that I live in a house with electricity, running water, and cooking appliances. My family and I are lucky to have so much, especially when there are homeless people in our country and in other countries too. I know that being homeless is not something to be proud of. But I am proud of all the people who assist the less fortunate. Americans have compassion, which is hard to find in difficult times. If every country did this our world would be harmonic. It’s not realistic, yet it is a dream I have.

Of course some people would argue that America has too many problems, and cannot see past them, to dream. I disagree with that statement completely. Every country has issues but it doesn’t really matter. What matters is how the country plans to solve these problems. And America solves its problems with wits and compassion towards others. Therefore I am proud of my country and proud to be an American.

Wild Fires

Authors Note-- This is my first essay that I got to choose my topic, I decided to write about wildfires because they have been a problem for a while. I hope you get a better understanding about preventing these tragedies.

One afternoon , a boy found some matches. He had decided to try to make a fire, like the wilderness people on TV. He was nervous yet excited because he had never lit a match before, it was a experience the boy was dying to explore. Although, his fire didn't turn out like the movies because in the process of making his fire something went wrong. The brush burnt into flames and spread for miles. From this boy, we have an example to live by. Listen to Smokey Bear, he knows what he's talking about; wild fires can be caused by humans and we can do a lot to prevent them.

Many kids, like the exampled boy, enjoy acting older and experiencing new things.A kid messing around with matches is a common way wildfires start and a common situation. To prevent this, parents need to tell their kids not to play with matches. This sounds like common sense but many adults don't take the time to do so. Even though kids can start wildfires, adults can too.

Dropping a cigarette, what could it possibly do? When people decide to not properly dispose of their cigarette it’s because they are to busy to realize what damage could it do. There’s a few ways to prevent this from happening. Companies and restaurants can have ash trays around common smoking areas.Even you can help by confronting the littering person. Most fires are started by humans but some aren’t but we can still help in that area.

Some wildfires start because there’s no rain and the sun is beating down on the earth, taunting it to burst into flames. It's that simple combination that starts a wildfire. Even something as simple as a lightning storm could start a fire. Either way, if you see something burning, report it. Reporting any sign of fires will save your community lots of trouble. Surprisingly, many people don't turn in the fires that they see, making them become a criminal and the fire become innocent.

Preventing wildfires can be easy if everyone does their part. Unfortunately there are carless people in the world, who could care less about the environment. Therefore, if you care about the environment and want to prevent wildfires, you have to do your part because preventing wildfires is easy if everyone works together. You're part can be informing a child, confronting an adult, and turning in the fires; all the things the Smokey Bear tells us.