Personal Metaphor

I am a guard dog, I am a good listener and will always be there when you need someone to talk to. I am very protective of what is mine and of my friends/family. If something is mine you better stay away from it.

Are All Friendships Real?

Author's Note: This is my second time writing a point of view essay. I hope that this will be the last time that I have to do another point of view piece. I decided to write this essay on The Clique because this is the book that I recently read and I liked a lot. Today I am going to be telling the story through the eyes of Layne, one of Claire's friends. Massie and Claire are the main characters in the book, just a heads up. I really want you to focus on how people change over time and how that can affect friendship.

It was the first day that I had met Claire. She was looking for a seat to sit at lunch, when she saw that there was an empty seat next to me. All that I knew about her was that she was friends with Massie Block, the queen bee of seventh grade. As she approached the table I wondered if she was going to sit at my table or continue walking and attempt to sit with Massie and her friends. When she reached the table she said "Hi, my name is Claire." I didn't want to be rude and ask if she was talking to me so just in case, I replied saying "Hey, my name is Layne." "Is that seat taken" Claire asked. "No you can sit here" I responded quickly. I thought to myself this girl seems like she would be a good person to hang out with, but you never know people change and can affect friendship. Knowing that she is friends with Massie I had to be cautious, she could either be just like Massie and be mean or she could be the total opposite, sweet. It was the first day of the seventh grade and I had already made a new companion, a comrade that is friends with Massie Block. 

Fourth period was about to start and I wanted to ask Claire if she was doing anything tomorrow. I ran over to her locker as fast as I could, since we had just met that day I wanted to go see a movie or go shopping with her so I could spend some quality time with her and get to know her a little bit better. Hanging out with her would help me get a better handle on what she is like. If I had to guess what she is like I would think that she is like me in ways, I am kind of an odd ball and I can be shy at times, but when someone is really making me irritated I will come out of my shell and do what I can to resolve what ever the problem is. I could see Claire being that kind of a person. After all we got along pretty well at lunch. I got to her locker with a couple minutes to spare before the bell rang, I quickly asked her if she was doing anything tomorrow and she said no, allowing me to ask her if she wanted to hang out and chill. She liked the idea of hanging out and getting to know one another further. Just before I left for my class she said "can't wait to hang out tomorrow." 

The night before the movie I received a call from Claire, she said that she couldn't go to the movie anymore because she has to babysit her sick brother while her parents went out on a date. I decided to tell my mom so that she wouldn't have to deal with this in the morning when she is at her crabbiest. I was kind of disappointed that Claire couldn't go anymore, I was really looking forward to hanging out with her and having a relaxing day.

On Sunday when I called Claire, I asked her how babysitting was, she didn't know what I was talking about at first, until I refreshed her memory. Suddenly I got this good feeling that Claire had bailed on me and did something else. I put the pieces together when I saw Claire walking into school with Massie and her friends. I figured that she had ditched me to hang out with Massie. The more I thought about the more I got confused, because during lunch that one day Claire told me that Massie didn't even really like her all that much. I then realized that someone can change in the blink of an eye. 

It was later that night that I was sitting around thinking about how if I was in Claire's position I would have probably done the same thing. If I could have the chance to hang out with Massie Block I would take it. I decided to call Claire up and apologize for ignoring her during school. I explained why I was ignoring her and she also apologized. She didn't think that I would ever know the truth, that's why she did it. Since we had made up we decided to schedule another day that we could hang out and see a movie, but this time there wouldn't be any excuses. 

Sweetness

Author's Note: For my creative piece I decided to write a cinquain poem. As you can see I wrote more than just one poem. I couldn't decide which poem I liked the best, I asked my mom and my sister and they couldn't decide either. I decided to write a poem(s) because poetry is one of my favorite ways to write. 

        Cheesecake

        Heavenly rich

   Eating, tasting, filling 

 Every piece is delicious 

           Dessert 

           Sisters

       Sweet, Mean

Caring, Loving, Fighting

   Love them to death 

           Family

           

New Compare and Contrast

Massy-
- Rich
- Snob and stuck up
- Friends, but they are snobs
- Wears fancy clothes



Claire-
- Not a lot of money
- Innocent, sweet and friendly
- Not a lot of friends
- Wears hand-me downs



Both-
- Want to make more friends
- Teenage girls

A Summer Day

In the book Bridges of Madison County the story is told by Francesca, one of the main characters. Today I will be telling the story in the eyes of her kids. This story begins when the son and daughter of Francesca find out that their mother just passed away. It begins with them driving to the home where they grew up in. They go over her will and everything that happens when someone dies. During their mothers story be sure to pay attention to how she finds love for the second time. Love is a strong thing. Even if you meet someone and only know them for four days, you can fall in love with them. 

It was the night that you kids and your father left for the Illinois state fair. I read this from the three journals my mother left us. She wrote them telling us about the time that she was unfaithful to our father, and little helpful things to keep us moving on in life. We were leaving right after we ate and packed. You could tell that my mother was getting excited for us to leave. She was going to have four days all to herself. The sun was just setting when we left. My mother sat on the porch for a couple minutes for some fresh air. After a few minutes of sitting on the porch a car approached the house. My mother is a very brave women, so her first instinct was to stand up and walk to the end of the driveway. A man got out of the car and started walking towards the house. He was just about to speak when my mother quickly said are you lost?

An hour or two had gone by and Robert, the man who was in the truck, and my mother were still talking. She said it felt like they were really getting to know each other, and eventually it got to the point where my mother asked Robert to stay for dinner. "I really liked getting to know Robert," said my mother. He seems to listen to my problems and everything that I had to say. I want you guys to know that I lover your father, I really do! said my mother. As I read on, I started learning things about Robert. I found out things like his last name is Kincaid and that he is a photographer for the National Geographic Magazine. It was getting kind of late and my mother didn't want to just say you have to leave, so she invited him to spend the night on one of the couches. He accepted the offer and took the couch. 

It was the next morning and Robert was still asleep. My mother wanted to give a good second impression. She took a quick shower, and made some breakfast for them to eat. It only took a couple minutes for Robert to smell the bacon and eggs for him to wake up. We didn't like the fact that this stranger slept on our couch. 

It was the second day that we were gone and he was still at our house. My mother was starting to like him, she said he was nice, sweet and handsome. While we were reading this we were getting kind of upset with our mother. Not the fact that she didn't tell us that she cheated and acted like she was still in love with our father, but the fact that she didn't tell us right away. I guess you could say that she was probably nervous to tell us because she didn't want us to hate her and go and tell our dad. 

For the second day that Robert was there, they took pictures. The only reason that Robert was in Madison County was to get pictures of the old Roseman Bridge for the National Geographic Magazine. It was something new for my mom, her usual life was cooking, cleaning and doing other things for us and the house. My mother described the day to us as one of the most romantic days of her life in a while. 

We were starting to understand why our mother said it was one of the most romantic days in her life. We didn't really do anything for my mother, she was the one who did everything around the house and for us. Occasionally we helped out, but not on a normal basis. 

We kept on reading the diary and it was the third day that we were gone and Robert was at our house. For that day all they really did was relax and get to know each other. They talked and talked and as we read we even learned more about out mother and Robert. The sun was setting and it was getting close to dinner time. Robert asked if he could take a shower before they ate. While Robert showered our mother got dinner ready. My mother said that he came down from his shower and said he was looking pretty good. They were just about to start to eat when a romantic song came on and he asked her to dance. Things were getting intense they were getting close and touching. Eventually he leaned in to kiss her, our mother said she was wanting for him to do that all day. They ended up skipping dinner and just danced and had a great time. 

It was the morning of the day that we were coming home. Our mother wasn't too happy that her romantic weekend was going to end and she was going to go back to cooking and cleaning. Robert left decently early in the morning; he didn't want to take any chances with getting caught being there when we got back. As my mother watched him drive off into the distance she said she was wishing he would turn around and come back. She noted that we got back late afternoon and when we did she was happy to see us. 

We ended up living our lives as we did before she met Robert. She wrote that she thought about him everyday until she passed on. Love is a strong thing, even if you meet someone and only know them for four days, you can fall in love with them.