I am Kristy Neal. My friends describe me as a laid back person, very easy to get along with. My dad says my kids will be well balanced. I usually just listen to all the drama, and don’t have any of my own to brag about. Until the night I got the phone call. The instigator called yet again.

My name is Kayce Sonaker. My friends describe me as feisty. I care a lot about what others think, and often try to be cool by being a “hardass.” I am full of attitude and am proud of it. This weekend I am going to my friend Chase’s house, he is neighbors with that Hanna girl Kristy. I hate her stupid *** friend, Chloe. “Look, yo Tessa, her mom is out of town, I can see her house from here.” “I know, we ‘bout to go up there and see if Chloe is up there, I HATE her!” I respond by picking up my 2001 phone and dialing all of Westside to come fight these “Hanna B*tches.” I am excited by my success, ALL of my friends are on their way. With fever creeping up in my voice I say, “I’m ‘bout to call her skank***, Tessa. If she wants to mess with you, then we gonn’ mess with her!” “Dang it, Chloe ain’t answering.” Tessa replies saying “Well, let’s just go show her whats up then.”
The girl angrily walks across the yard, ending in Kristy’s driveway. “Kayce! Chloe’s car ain’t here.” “SO, where the BEEP is Kristy?” I sprint through the cold air, full of adrenaline. My throat is starting to hurt from all the yelling I have already been doing. “Tessa, Knock on the door.” “No, you.” “Fine, I ain’t no pussy.”
“Bang! Bang!” the door rattles with my fist. I see people moving behind the door. “Open up! What, are you scared or something?” I hear the familiar sound of my homies system comin’ to help out. Finally, Kristy opens the door. Some guy is holding it, trying to protect her. “You little crack whore, you wanna fight? Step on out BEEP. What, are you BEEP scared?” I continue to rattle off so fast she stands there still, looking shocked. Kristy replies with a surprised “Who are you? I don’t even know you, why are you trying to fight me?” I replied saying “You called me a beeping redneck you beep. I know who you are, a crack whore, you’re so skinny.” I began to repeat myself; I didn’t know what else to say. The pressure was on; if I didn’t keep on talking and cussing I would look stupid just standing there at some girl’s doorway. “So, where the beep is Chloe anyway?” Cussing and more cussing, I don’t even know what I’m saying anymore. I think I impressing my friends though. Kristy finally gives the ultimatum “If you do not leave my house right now then I am calling the cops.” “Call the beeping cops then.” The door shuts with Kristy’s phone to her ear. I realize I have had enough drama for the night and walk back to Chase’s house.

Reflection

Every piece i have done in this class has been intersting. Creative Writing has been a learning expirience, drawing my thoughts out painfully at times. I hate having to write every single day, yet at the same time i realize that it has enhanced my writing. Even when i am not in the mood, Mrs. Turner makes think, think, and think some more. I enjoy the freedom we have in the class as well. The lax atmosphere helps my writing improve.
Writing my Lipstick poem was very entertaining. It brought back fun times. I sat in my desk for an hour and a half writing only five lines or so. I enjoy having time to think and try to use my creativity. I thought about a woman's nightlife and how important lipstick was to her self confidence and sexuality. With the poem My Morning Expirience I loved this piece because of the surprise ending. I liked keeping the readers wondering what I needed so bad every morning. "Can't Stop Lovin' You" was a fun story to writing. I liked how we had a group in which we could write the piece together. It is exciting and cheesy. Boredom is the most prominent feeling I have during school. Every student can relate to this poem, excluding the ones in my third block:). The People Poem involved a fun activity. We got to stroll through the school, recording the actions of other people. This was one of my favorite poems.

While writing these pieces, I was constantly changing them. I wrote the excercise of the day, then while typing them on the computer, I would end up revising them. For example, with the People Poem I wrote about a boy in the gymnasium, I had a hard time writing it. I ended up changing the wording of most of it before I posted it to my blog. The inbetween step of putting the pieces of Google Docs and Spreadsheets was often my revising point.

I enjoyed these blogs because of the major perk of being able to read the whole classes writing. I learned different techniques and recognized how unique everyone is with the different styles of writing I came upon. I got a view of the deeper, darker side of life when reading Dean's writing. He wrote all these pieces with quick efficiency, which was inspiring. Blair also had very creative writing. I liked her piece called "She's Everything." It was very creative, my favorite part was "Shes the gravel in the driveway, and the pictures throughout the house Shes that old priceless piano with the keys that need to be tuned" I enjoy the repetitiveness and liked how she described the woman by the things in her life.