Confession Tuesday

                                                           My List of Confessions

1. I forgot to take my medicine and each time I remember, I never find the energy to get up and take it.

2. I never comb my hair when I come out of the shower on the weekend.

3. I’m not much of a dancer.

4. I always leave my homework last minute.

5. I always forget to read my book.

6. I want to completely shave off my mustache (even though my parents aren’t letting me do that until I’m 15…)

7. I drew a mustache on every Justin Bieber and Jonas Brothers poster in my sister’s room (only when I was very angry at her).

8. I wish that every single piece of meat was healthy (like bacon, ham, beef, pork, etc.) so that I could eat it every day.

9. I suck at analyzing poems…

10. The new 3-D is terrible… I miss the old 3-D when things would just pop out of the screen and into your face.

11. I ALWAYS chew gum in class.

Victim's/ Hostage's Point of View

     It’s been six hours now; six hours of being held as a hostage. The suspect was clad with many clothing articles to disguise his appearance; most importantly, his grimace look that I simulated in my mind. He seemed to be very gingerly because of the many cops that surround the shop. It was taking too long for the cops to storm in and save the day. I knew that sooner than later, I would have to do something about this madman. I take a cursory inventory of what can create an abrasion gruesome enough to make him unable to move when I hit him. The only thing I could see was a plastic sword for kids…



     Now, I don’t know if that’s going to pierce his skin; but from my experience, it could be VERY painful if hit with enough of force, and it was the closest thing next to me; all of the lethal things were next to him-kitchen knives, forks, etc. Now I hope for a distraction, a type of distraction that may make him look away from me. Then, there’s an explosion at the back door. He immediately gets up and run towards me. By the time the cops made their way to us, he had a gun right next to my head. Finally, there was another explosion at the front door; but we were already expecting that from TV shows and movies.


     Then he knew that he was outnumbered. He tilts his head up, and sees how many cops there really are. One of the cops sees that he got distracted, and reacts instantaneously. He shoots the suspect in the leg. But unfortunately, you know how the phrase, if I go down, you go down with me. So he made an endeavor to shoot me on the chest. I felt my blood dehydrate my body. I knew that my life had succumbed; but I surmised that him holding me as hostage, and him shooting me would corroborate enough to put him at least ten years in jail. I close my eyes and see pitch black. All of the sudden I feel an electrifying feeling, feeling that made me open my eyes. I see the ceiling; I turn around and see two cops with defibrillator.

Sick

     I walk over to my mom’s room. Right before I go in, I make my face look as if I was sick. I look at my mom, and tell her my symptoms- stomachache, headache, pain in the chest, and that I couldn’t swallow. Then she said the magic words that I hoped she would say- “You’re not going to school tomorrow”.

     The next morning I would wake up with my mom right next to me. She gave me an antibiotic pill; I swallowed it. After 20 minutes, I ran to the bathroom. Suddenly all of the symptoms that I had told my mom had been attacking me; but worse. When it was over, I go to my mom and tell her the truth; the truth about me acting like I was sick to avoid school. I can tell she got very angry. She told me that I could have died for lying like that. That day changed my life. Now I know that the next time I act like I’m sick, it could cost me my life….

What I Hope Will Happen This Year

There’s an unread, ignored, and forgotten book on my bed;
waiting to be read.
This year I hope
to be more of a book worm. Get back
to the books that were left behind,
those that were half-way finished,
undone
or those that weren’t even read
at all…

A PS3 controller
was lying on my desk;
always played with
and never taking a rest.
This year
I plan to leave my PS3 controller behind,
and be introduced
to the real world.
Start to play more sports
that aren’t in the virtual world,
use the bicycle
that hasn’t been admired in years,
and, to get a breath of fresh air.

The six-stringed instrument
was in my closet;
untouched,
unplayed.
Its melody,
not being able to touch
other people’s hearts.
This year
I plan to play the guitar more.
I’m going to release the melody
that’s trapped within the guitar
and make it shine
above
the other instruments.

Nutritious snacks
were on the table,
calling
for my attention.
Instead,
I ignored it
and gave my complete attention
to junk food.
This year, I plan to devour
healthy foods
and ignore
junk food;
like it was meant to be.

For years now,
people have made remarks
over my uncut,
untrimmed,
and unshaved mustache.
This year,
I plan on shaving my mustache completely.
Only then,
the remarks will stop.