Saturday, September 4, 2010

Journalism 20 - Introduction to my Blog

        Welcome to my Blog!  This blog is designed for my Journalism 20 Class.  Even though I created it last year in my InfoPro 10 class, I am just going to add to it.  I already have a story that I had writing, and my own Voki that I designed to kind of look like me.
         In my blog I will focus more on Journalism and what it is and why I'm interested in it.  I may add different things into it as well, like cool facts or quotes.  

Monday, November 23, 2009

Voki

Monday, November 9, 2009

My Story

This is a tragic story I wrote. Please comment and give me suggestions for how I can improve it. 

In the darkness of the night I was walking alone in a small deserted town. I don't know why, I just was. I was scared and not sure what I was doing there. It almost felt like I was dreaming, because I'm not the kind of person that would walk alone. But in this "so called" dream, there was something unusual. Something that was so unordinary that it was hard to believe it was just a dream. Was it, just a dream? How would I figure out if this life were a dream? I've never seen anything like it before. I started to think it looked like heaven, or hell? The longer I was there, the more I was getting scared. I just wanted to wake up, but could I? Was I dead? I guess I'll find out, maybe?

My parents died. I was the only child and had no grandparents. I was just a baby at the time and had to be taken in by an Orphanage. When I was thirteen, I was sent to live with some strange family who was supposed to be loving. But of course was not.

I wanted to feel loved. Which most people would think I had, while living with this family who everyone thought was loving and caring. They weren't. I was miserable and alone. I lived with the Dumont’s, Carol the mother and her two perfect daughters. I had to sleep in a cold concrete basement. Had to do all the chores around the house, while the two perfect little angel children watched me. I felt like Cinderella, with the evil step mother worse than I had ever imagined. It made me feel really anxious to be old enough to live on my own.

Five years passed. August 5, 1965 I’m free, finally. Social service’s than took me and found a place for me to live in the city. This was what I wanted. Wasn't it? To be free from that horrible family, to live on my own. That’s what I wanted. Things changed. I felt alone while living with the Dumont’s. I wanted to leave to not feel alone anymore. I was wrong I felt more alone than ever before. I was scared and had no future path to go on. I had no idea where to go from that point. I knew what I wanted, but my chances of having it was very slim. That’s what I thought anyway. All I wanted was someone to love me and care for me, because I could hardly remember the last time someone told me they loved me.

It was June 12, 1967 when I met him. I truly believed he was the love of my life. Honest. His slick dark hair pulled back behind his face, dark mysterious eyes looking at me for the first time. Still from this day I believe he was hiding something. But I will never know, now. Just thinking about him makes me want to cry. I can still smell that scent he would bring home, like something I couldn't even describe. Thinking why me? Never having something to love since my parents died. Now he had to die. Why?

I was now a widowed woman. Only married seven months. I wish it were I who died in that car crash, and not my loving handsome husband. Shortly after Rick had died, I found out I was pregnant with his child. Which made me even more sad, but happy at the same time because I knew I would still have a part of him with me.

Nine short months later, I gave birth to a beautiful baby girl, Lily. It broke my heart for me to know that I wouldn't have much time with her before it was my time to die. I had Cancer. And having the baby had scary risks, but I took those risks and had a healthy baby girl. Knowing I had cancer and knowing I would shortly die, reminded me of my life as a child. Lily would go through the same thing I had to go through. Which was the last thing I wanted for her and I knew I had to do something about it.  So I decided to find a good family for her to grow up with and be happy and healthy.

After a long process, I finally found the right family for Lilly to live with.  They were loving, caring, quite wealthy and had two daughters.  So I knew she would be in good hands.

Lily was now three years old.  I haven't been a part of her short childhood.  I knew I wouldn't be, but I was suppose to be dead by know.  I have seen her new parents around town, but we haven't spoken to each other.

My wish before I die is to see my ten year old daughter, and tell her that I love her and wish I could have been a part of her life.  I just want her to know that she had another mother who loved and cared about her when she didn't even know it.

That same day, I was laying on my death bed dreaming and wishing, Sleeping?

In the darkness of the night I was walking alone in a small deserted town. I don't know why, I just was. I was scared and not sure what I was doing there. It almost felt like I was dreaming, because I'm not the kind of person that would walk alone. But in this "so called" dream, there was something unusual. Something that was so unordinary that it was hard to believe it was just a dream. Was it, just a dream? How would I figure out if this life were a dream? I've never seen anything like it before. I started to think it looked like heaven, or hell? The longer I was there, the more I was getting scared. I just wanted to wake up, but could I? Was I dead? I guess I'll find out, maybe?

My dream was not a dream, I was dieing.  The bright white light was blinding me, and I couldn't see anything anymore.  All that was going through my head were glimpses of Lily's childhood, and I was there. She knew who I was. I don't know how, she just knew.