Book Review

Walter Dean Myers wrote the book The Righteous Revenge of Artemis Bonner in a thrilling way. It shows the life of a teenager having problems dealing with his grandfather’s death. He finds out who committed the murder and he decides to go out and kill him. He realizes that his grandfather left a map with a treasure, but the man who killed him also has a copy of the map. Living his house without has been as tough as the lost of his grandfather. When he heard about the news of the murder, he felt terrible; he wanted to destroy the guy who did it so that’s why he starts his journey.

On this journey, he meets a friend named Frolic. Frolic is a young Cherokee, who has no place to go, so he decides to accompany Artemis. They start their journey, hopping for success. Artemis Bonner is a character that feels pain and regret for not doing anything to stop the murder. He is the kind of person that thinks that all is his fault, so his taking responsibility of the murder and fixing it.

Dealing with a death of any family members really affects you and your family. Artemis looks for revenge instead of staying sad and depressed. Revenge is not a good thing to do because it might end the wrong way and get hurt also. The author in this story describes a revenge well organized, but some difficulties appear in their way.

Wordly Wise Wednesday

First expression

I have a question, why do teachers abhor new kids? They come the first day of school happy, but then one teacher begins with an interminable speech about rules. I entreate teachers to stop with the profound speech that she was saying to me. I think that the first day teachers hate me for not speaking or acting in a tremulous way. I am not scared or nerveous of teachers. One month later almost every teacher´s tirades scared me, so I´m now scared of teachers.

At first teachers look nice, but they were quite irascible. At least the teacher don´t make me despondent. Teachers in this school don´t impel me to go to a bad school, they help you. That way if you behave good and do your work teachers won´t hate you. Teachers suggestions seemed amiss at first ,but they help belived or not. If you´re new in a school your affable manner will help you, so the teachers don´t hate you like they hate me.

Confession Tuesday

I will confess, I hate when Mrs.Meadows gives examples using me. She also makes examples of my EX-school. WHY CAN´T SHE MAKE EXAMPLES OF ANOTHER PERSON? Some examples:
1. Did you learn that in Academia?
2. I don’t understand that Mr. Academia.
3. We don´t teach the way Academia does.
4. That seems unacademic?
I hope that at the end of the year she make good examples of me, but for now she make bad examples, so I need to work harder.

Memoir Monday

My brother sits down,
Watching,
Whispering,
“NICE PASS”
Mumbling to himself,
Talking,
Teasing,
“I HOPE THEY WIN”
His low voice creeps into my ear,
Trying to watch the football game,
I´m concentrating.
The voice,
Makes me angry,
My football team makes a mistake,
“I THINK THEY ARE GOING TO LOSE,”
That little voice,
Says,
Suddently it bothers me.
I push him out of my room,
And continue watching my game.

Wordly Wise Wednesday

115 doritos street
September 8, 2010
Chriqui, Panama 31223

Dear Feliciano,
What´s up dude! I´m wring to tell you that we are going to have a awesome party. I´m not writing this letter anonymously because I want everyone to know this is my party and it´s going to be off the hook!
Please bring your best disposition, beacause if not ,you will be thrown into the pool. Only people from our generation are allowed; we don´t want old people at the party. This party would not recur again so be there. I will encompass everybody so come!

Sincerely,
Andres Heilbron

Confession Tuesday

I was on a trip to orlando for a golf camp. I arrived Monday and It all happen on thrusday one day before leaving. I was playing golf and I got mad and broke a club. I called her that the club was almost broke ,but it´s still glued. I told my mother that the airline broke it. She luckily belive me and I was not punish. If I say this to my mother probably she will kill me so shh.

Memoir Monday

In my last school teachers were mad at me because I was always happy, I was always smilling. On a monday in school I was bored and started behaving bad and the teacher put me a detention. I kept smilling, till she saw that I was still happy. She went crazy so I asumed that I was serious. I love to see teachers make faces when their mad. They are so funny. I learned that having a smile all the time is no always going to work out.

Confession Tuesday

1. I sleep almost every day at 12 (so cool)without my mother knowing.
2. I do my homework in the car, so I can play call of duty
3. Every thing that my mother says that I am not paying attention to my mother I always say yes.
4. Sometimes when I don’t like the food I throw it to my dog.(I´m sure he would eat it)
5. One day I faked that I was sick because I didn’t do the homework.
6. When I arrive to my house after school, my mother always she always asks me how I did in school and I always say good, when sometimes is bad.( I hate to tell something bad)
7. I hate when my mother embarres me in front of my friends.
8. I love when teachers shout at me.
9. I like to see teachers mad.(I like to see the reaction of their faces)
10. I always make an excuse for no getting a good grade to my mother.

I Hate Mornings

Because I´m tired,
I don´t want to wake up,
I don´t want to go to school,
but this day Im nervious.
I´m going to Balboa,
my new school.
I entered,
lost in the sky,
no clue of what is happening.

Fist class,
Im shy,
I don´t know anyone,
Im nervous.
Day is over,
Im happy,
I made friends,
A smile is on my face,
I hope this smile stays all the days.

The Tell-Tale Heart

         

           It was Monday, clad in my blanket, I began to hear the floor cracking.
It began last Sunday, at midnight. The fragile floor began to creak, and the creaking continued every single day for eight days. Today, Monday, it was more than a sound a man shouted once and ceased. The night felt gruesome. I gingerly grabbed my telephone waiting for a police officer to answer. I told the police that I would like to report a possible murder on 86th Street. The police arrived in minutes. They entered my house all dehydrated, so I gave them water.

When police the arrived at suspect's home, I could hear it all from my apartment. They entered and made a cursory search of the bedroom. They did an inventory and found nothing strange. They surmised that the noise was coming from another place without knowing, but I was sure that he was an evil man. They sat down and started talking with the guy, the minutes passed, and the man began to get all nervous and started talking so fast that I couldn't understand him from my apartment. A grimace crossed his face as he looks at the police in the eye, as police describe to me what happened. After minutes of desperation he succumbs to nerves and tells the truth. He was arrested and taken to jail. That guy simulated a big murderer.

Confession Tuesday

  My cousin took my ps3 game, one day later I didnt find it. Next day I blamed my cousin that he didnt return my game and he said yes I did. After a month of fight they bought me a new game. That week I was looking for something and I found the game that I blamed my cousin for loosing it. I was very worried because if they found out they would be very upset of me, so I made up I plan.

The next day I went to his house when they werent there and I inserted the game into their ps3. In the morning they told me like I found my old game, so I dont have to take your game away and loose it. I was very relief ,but at the same time I felt bad for him because I lost the game not him. So now we were fine and we didnt need to fight anymore.

I hope this year I treat better mother

I’m punish, I don’t know why
I sit down realize what I’ve done,
I put my hands on my face,
with regret on my eyes.
All the times that I’ve treat badly my mom,
with everything she had done for me,
each year I treat her worst,
without regret on my mind.

Last time I responded to her in a bad why,
I saw the look on her face,
I almost began to cry.
She was worried, she was sad,
instead I walk away with no sorry on my mind.

I wish I nice, I wish I could be the best son,
I’m trying, but I’m not trying so hard.
Each time I realize what I’ve done it too late,
she already began to cry. The sadness get all over me,
I’m feeling that I don’t want to live anymore,
my life is miserable,
but next day I’m feeling okay,
it’s not suppose to be that way.
This year I want to treat you better mother.