My Story

Kim woke up in a new city,on a different street,and what seemed to be a dangerous neighborhood.  She couldn't remember how she had gotten to this strange place.  All kim could recall was getting hit on the head and then everything went black.  She knew that she had to move fast because whatever had shot holes in the windows of the houses, she didnt want putting holes in her too.  Kim started walking down the street then burst into a run as her fear rose.  After a few minutes she found herself at a crossroads and wasn't sure where to turn.  When she was about to just wing it and go right, a jeep rode up and stopped beside her.  "Do you need a ride missy?"said the man in the car.  Kim gazed through the window and saw that the man was old and appeared to be a mechanic from the oil stains that where on his clothes and in his hair.  She was so lost,tired, and scared that she said yes to the ride throwing caution to the wind.  They said nothing as the minutes drew by and fine houses started to appear.  "Where you from?"he asked,"You dont seem like you from that place back there."  The old man pointed backwards at the image of the buildings now shrinking into the distance.  Kim hesitated for a moment and then decided it wouldn't hurt to answer the mans question.  "I'm from beverly hills,"she answered.  "No wonder your dressed so fancy," the man said and smiled.  She didn't know what the man considered fancy.  For all she wore was a now crumpled denim skirt,an old leather jacket, salmon pink top, and black flip flops.  They stopped infront of a hotel and the man turned to her.  "I have to let you off here,"he said," I have to get back to my shop and I heard they have nice rooms here so I thinks its a good place for you to stay so you can get some rest, you look tired."  Kim stepped out of the car slowly,closed the door behind her,  and was beginning to walk up the steps to the hotel when she heard a voice.  "In case you ever need help or another ride give me a call."  Kim turned around realizing it was the old man.  She walked back and grabbed the card the man held out the window.  "Bye now,"he said and drove off.  

Puppy Mills

I consider puppy mills to be absolutely horrible.  They have overbreeding,inbreeding,minimal veterinary care,poor quality of food and shelter,lack of human socialization,overcrowded cages and the killing of unwanted animals.  How can we let things like this go on?  Puppy mills have been around since World War Two.  Petland pet stores all around the United States were found buying from puppy mills.  I hope you will take this information to heart and work with thousands of others to permanetly put a stop to puppy mills.

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My personal story

 When He Came Marching Home

                        By Cheryl Lynne Brost                                

                   It started out as just another boring day. I awoke to my sister snoring.  I had to wake her up because we had to hurry and meet my mom at the train station where she worked.  We took the bus downtown and as we got off my sister was chatting nonstop about how much she missed our brother Tony.  About 11 months before, my brother and his division were sent to Iraq.  I miss him terribly, and only the people who have had this happen to them can understand.  The wondering, the long nights, and waking up and wondering if your going to get that call.  I comforted my sister and told her everything was going to be okay, even though I didn't quite believe it myself.     
     When my mom saw us enter the station she yelled to us.  "We have to leave. Tony is coming home!" she exclaimed.  My sister and I burst into joy. We couldn't enjoy that feeling for long because we had to hurry.  There was going to be a party in Colorado Springs and we were the last family to be told,so we were running very late.  It was going to be a five hour drive and we were worried we would not make it in time. It started to rain heavily.  I asked my mom if we should turn back because it was raining so hard. She said, "I'm going to see my boy if we have to go through a snow storm."  We finally arrived in Colorado Springs, and then we had to find the place where the party was.  After about ten minutes we located the building. Only to discover we had missed the party.  I started to worry because I thought this meant we wouldn't get to see Tony.  The officer who told us we missed the party said we could see Tony at the barracks.  The worry left my face and was replaced with relief. The officer told us to follow his car to the barracks.  We got in the car and were following behind when I saw him.  Walking on the side of the road was a man in uniform. I couldn't tell who it was at first then I realized who I was looking at.  "Mom stop the car it's Tony!!" I exclaimed.  We stopped immediately  and ran out of the car.  We all ran to hug him, almost knocking him over. Just like that, all those worries about him not coming home seemed like they weren't even worth worrying about. Now that he was back where he belonged. We were finally complete.

My voice is back

My sore throat is gone woohoo!! 

camp2

Camp was great I appreciate all the work the teachers did. Everybody was helping each other, I had a lot of fun.

Camp

The most important thing I appreciated at camp was Sarah. When I lost my voice she made sure I was apart of the skit.  Also she listened to  my ideas and was basically my translator to our group and to everyone.  I really appreciate Sarah and her helping me.  I hope we become great friends. :)