Mr. Bill

There I lay, inside the musem that I always wanted to. These people thought I was amazing but I have seen a lot like be before, come to think of it I have seen millions of my kind just being handed away. I dont understand this what makes me so special? My mom told me I was always different, unique. I dont get this at all I am just a bill I dont like all the people staring at me. My mom told me I go would the farest in life because of my "unique" look. Well being on desplay all day long and all night does not feel like i'm going anywhere I dont know what she ment by that because I am not moving. I have to figure this out, why am I so different from my kind? So that night I escape my desplay case and catach a breez to drift on. I slowely assend to the ground nearing some water. My mom told me never to go near water but I had to figure this out. I look into the water. I now know why I am so different. I am a 2$ bill. It ll comes back to me. I have seen 12, 20, 50 even 100 dollar bills but never have I ever seen another 2$. I understand why I am so "unique" as my mother used to say. One of the night time guards steps on mr and sais"what are you doing out of your desplay"? He puts me back and now I am happy for I know that I am different and I am proud.

favorite class

So I was asked what class was my favorite this week. I have a different answer then most for different reasons, My favorite class would have to be history. I think the idea of learning about the people before us is very compelling to me. I also think that most do not understand the importance of it. I think this because the people who do not learn it are doomed to relive it or most people say repeat it. Most do not care about it but I think if you could understand what people in the past had to go through then I think you might appreciate it more, because all the wars that we went through was not easy for anyone. I also like history because the stuff I am learning i think I really need to know to help me in the future and help people form repeating it because we do not have the best past as we could have. So I hope that people can learn that the past was not as good as it could be and try to change that, I for one would not like to make the same mistakes again.

zombies

The infection hit three days ago. Most of the population has been zombified but I have managed to stay alive with my single son. After his mother was infected he was careless mad stupid mistakes that could of got him infected, he was depressed. So was I but he gave me meaning to fight on to live another day in this recently new meaningless world. But my motive has ended. He was infected last night. Throught my own stupididy and carelesness I locked him in a room hoping one of these days that he might come back to me. But the neighbors are getting suspicious. I dont answer my door anymore. Not that I did often before the infection hit but they would still come over when the daylight is out so see if I was still alive. But the guilt is killing me I dont know what it like to be a zombie, it could be the worst pain in the world and i've been letting him sit in that room wailing on for hours everyday like normal zombies do but this is my son we are talking about, or at least it used to be. I remember how hard it was to put his mother down right in front of him. I cant take this anymore I have to end this I cant let him be one of thoes.. thoes things anymore this is not what he is and I wont allow it anymore. I take a picture of us before this hit I whisper 'my son' to myself and then relieze that the moster in that room is no longer my son. On the way to the room the very vivid memoryes return to me I remember christmas day I ran down this halway with him to the christmas tree his eyes lit up as bright as the tree. These memoryes are nice but they are not anymore I know he wants to be with his Mom. That day I went in that room and did what had to be done. surprisingly I am satisfied, content I know I did the right thing. A weight is lifted of me. The next day all my nehboirs come to my door and this time I answer it they ask me "are you ok you have not answered your door in quite some time". I respond with "the best i've ever been."

who's comming over

When I was asked if there could be any three people at my house just to talk and drink I was very happy. This is a question that I had thought about before. I would like to have these three people come out my house. First it would be Jim Carry. Second it would be Rob Dyrdek. Finnally it would be Mark Henry. We would all drink coffee because well thats what I like to drink and I think that would be the most appropriate. I would choose these people because they are all very sucsessful in their own ways. One from acting, one from being dangrous and doing things that others would not like going underwater in the ocean to have a shark bite him, and last would be the worlds strongest man. Personally I would have the most questions for Mark henry who has set a lot of records. He has squatted over 1000lbs and deadlifted over 900lbs. Also bench pressed over 560 lbs maxing out at 585lbs. I would ask him how he became to be so strong and what his work out days were like. All of these guys were very sucsesfull and I would ask them how they came to be so.

my poem

Gabe Cratcha What I'm All About My name is not inportant should anyone know anything about me. I am the utmost different, unique in my own ways. I come from a house where physical things mean nothing without family. Bonding over sports or whatever I can to make the world a little more innocent. As for me it is the sport of rugby with my brother. The adrenaline when the coach blows the whistle means players are going to get knocked down if they dont get moving But it always wasent this way it could be anything I can could have done to bond with my family. It could be helping Mom cook in the kitchen from playing catch with my Dad in the backyard. The memroies are nice,sweet like when we were kids going in a candy shop, picking from so much candy my dreams high with my imagination filled with hopes and dreams protected by nothing but my parents. But then I grew up and releize that the moon doesnt have legs to follow you. The world hits us like a bull and you start to cherish the little things that you still have. For me it is my lucky wolf claw, I wear it to every rugby game but dare not wear it so that it wont get broke at least I can protect that. This is who I am. This is what makes me human, the choices I make. The ability to learn from my mistakes while I am young. This is were greatness if formed. This is where I can get back up when the world knockes me down and say lets go again. I have a choice in that moment and that choice will stay with me forever and never go away so I try to make the right one. I can choose to make my own difference. This is what I are. This is what i'm all about.

If I was the last human

Well if I were the last human in the world and everyone else was a alian there would be cirten things that I would need to do. Well I would go about my day normaly because if I change things up the alians would be supishious. So after this I would have to imagne that the alians killed the humans so I would need to create my restence of well myself. I would take a nice drive down to Washington D.C. to the Ain and Space Musem where they still have many brownings and mg42s on display that still work. So after finding amo for these guns I would aquire a juggernet suit and c4. I would place the c4 on cars surronding me I would load the guns and get ready to confront them. If they get mad that I have intel that I am the only human left and get aggressive well then comes plan b. I then would have to get on a ship after things take a turn for the worst and live out my days at sea(one of my dreams anyways so) if I make it to a ship givin that I can fish and gut fish all kinds of them to and I know how to fley or cook them I would be happy this way.

style

I was asked the question what kind of style do I like and who could I respect if they are wearing that. Well I have a very easy style. I like a beat up button up with torn and beatin up blue jeens kind of like a landscaper look. I like this look because it shows that this person workers hard for his pay just by the way he looks and first imprrssions always are good. I really like this look also because it showes that he works phicially for his work. Dont get me wrong people who work in a office do work hard for their pay and it is just as stressfull if not more. I just like the look and I like the look of worn out brown boots too. Working in a office may have inexplicable stress that you may not know about untill you work as one but I just like this look because it shows phically ta=hat you work hard.