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<channel><title><![CDATA[GGCA English - Sophmore Blog]]></title><link><![CDATA[http://ggcaenglish.weebly.com/sophmore-blog]]></link><description><![CDATA[Sophmore Blog]]></description><pubDate>Fri, 03 Apr 2020 14:53:34 -0700</pubDate><generator>Weebly</generator><item><title><![CDATA[Dollar Bill Propmt: Emily]]></title><link><![CDATA[http://ggcaenglish.weebly.com/sophmore-blog/dollar-bill-propmt-emily]]></link><comments><![CDATA[http://ggcaenglish.weebly.com/sophmore-blog/dollar-bill-propmt-emily#comments]]></comments><pubDate>Wed, 13 Mar 2013 14:05:09 GMT</pubDate><category><![CDATA[Uncategorized]]></category><guid isPermaLink="false">http://ggcaenglish.weebly.com/sophmore-blog/dollar-bill-propmt-emily</guid><description><![CDATA[Emily JanssenMrs. VanderwarkerEnglish 10March 4, 2013Dollar Bill Prompt&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;  I awake smashed and flat. The space is warm. I was slipped into  someone&rsquo;s pocket, I guess. I&rsquo;d most likely been forgotten, as there were  no other green friends tucked beside me. It had happened countless  times before. I&rsquo;m used to being forgotten about.&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;  I am a dollar bill. I don&rsquo;t have a name. I am a simple green copy just  like so many others, with a face print [...] ]]></description><content:encoded><![CDATA[<div class="paragraph" style="text-align:left;">Emily Janssen<br />Mrs. Vanderwarker<br />English 10<br />March 4, 2013<br /><br />Dollar Bill Prompt<br /><span style=""></span><br /><span style=""></span><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;  I awake smashed and flat. The space is warm. I was slipped into  someone&rsquo;s pocket, I guess. I&rsquo;d most likely been forgotten, as there were  no other green friends tucked beside me. It had happened countless  times before. I&rsquo;m used to being forgotten about.<br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;  I am a dollar bill. I don&rsquo;t have a name. I am a simple green copy just  like so many others, with a face printed onto my stomach and soiled  fingers groping my surface everyday. I am dirty and abused and growing  old. The edges of my paper thin being are growing thin and worn and more  grey than green. I have a red marker stain on my backside, a love mark  bestowed upon me by one of my previous owners. It&rsquo;s even in the shape of  a tiny heart. I am nothing. I am only worth one measly dollar; one  hundred pennies. I am a dollar bill.<br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;  Today, I am suddenly, by some twist of fate, remembered! Greasy fingers  tear me out of their back jean pocket. I breathe in sour cigarette  smoke and gasp for air as the owner inspects me carefully, squinting  with bad eyesight.<br />&ldquo;A  whole dollar!&rdquo; The truck driver bellows as if he has struck gold.  &ldquo;Would you look at that? Just enough for a new pack of cigs.&rdquo;<br /><span style=""></span><br /><span style=""></span>A  moment later he tosses me onto something cold and hard: a counter. I  slide across the surface, relieved. Five green friends accompany me on  the journey. They bid me hello and soon we are inserted into the dark,  black space: the register. We wait until it snaps closed to get up and  brush ourselves off. We are all so dirty, but there are so many friends  gathered in the space that it doesn&rsquo;t matter. We are all alike. Music  blasts from a stereo system in the corner near the quarter and dime  slots. The Twenties and Tens are hitting the dance floor, along with a  few bold five dollar bills. The Ones hang near the bar, talking and  laughing. Each cash register is the same old party with new green  friends. Sometimes I run into old-timers, too- bills who have been  through a lot. Although we&rsquo;re all feeling pretty worthless in the One  area, we all have stories. We&rsquo;ve all been to crazy places. <br /><span style=""></span><br /><span style=""></span>Since  I was placed on top, I am taken out just as quickly as I was tossed in.  I wave goodbye to the party and go back to being a good little bill. I  am soon pressed into the sticky hand of a small girl. She stares at me  with big green eyes and giggles. I do nothing, because, well, I can&rsquo;t.  She carries me home on her lap, picking me up and squinting just like  the truck driver did. <br /><span style=""></span><br /><span style=""></span>&ldquo;Real money,&rdquo; I hear her whisper. &ldquo;I can buy anything.&rdquo;<br /><span style=""></span><br /><span style=""></span>And  in that moment, green eyes set on me, I think I felt something.  Something like worth. I have the possibility of buying this sweet baby  girl some happiness. The feeling was wonderful.<br /><span style=""></span><br /><span style=""></span>Soon  the girl slips me into her bright pink, sparkling piggy-bank. There I  meet several others, who already have the party started. It will go on  until she cracks open the plastic bottom, which could be several years  away. Let the party begin!<br /><span style=""></span><br /><span style=""></span><br /></div>]]></content:encoded></item><item><title><![CDATA[The Gunshot]]></title><link><![CDATA[http://ggcaenglish.weebly.com/sophmore-blog/the-gunshot]]></link><comments><![CDATA[http://ggcaenglish.weebly.com/sophmore-blog/the-gunshot#comments]]></comments><pubDate>Fri, 25 Jan 2013 19:01:51 GMT</pubDate><category><![CDATA[Uncategorized]]></category><guid isPermaLink="false">http://ggcaenglish.weebly.com/sophmore-blog/the-gunshot</guid><description><![CDATA[ [...] ]]></description><content:encoded><![CDATA[<div class="wsite-youtube" style="margin-top:10px;margin-bottom:10px;"><div style="text-align: center;"><object width="400" height="330"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/a84gFfGwANw?version=3"></param><param name="wmode" value="transparent"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/a84gFfGwANw?version=3" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" wmode="transparent" width="400" height="330"></embed></object></div></div>]]></content:encoded></item><item><title><![CDATA[Detective Fiction: The Caper "The Girl with the Deep Brown Eyes," by Ashleigh Braganza]]></title><link><![CDATA[http://ggcaenglish.weebly.com/sophmore-blog/detective-fiction-the-caper-the-girl-with-the-deep-brown-eyes-by-ashleigh-braganza]]></link><comments><![CDATA[http://ggcaenglish.weebly.com/sophmore-blog/detective-fiction-the-caper-the-girl-with-the-deep-brown-eyes-by-ashleigh-braganza#comments]]></comments><pubDate>Wed, 12 Dec 2012 23:44:45 GMT</pubDate><category><![CDATA[Uncategorized]]></category><guid isPermaLink="false">http://ggcaenglish.weebly.com/sophmore-blog/detective-fiction-the-caper-the-girl-with-the-deep-brown-eyes-by-ashleigh-braganza</guid><description><![CDATA[  Ashleigh Braganza  November 27, 2012  Mrs. Vanderwarker  English 10  The Girl With the Deep Brown Eyes  &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; From the moment Xavier saw her, he was smitten. She was beautiful. A prize set up on a pedestal in his eyes. Her long legs moved with a magical gracefulness. Her dark hair was glossy in the sunlight. From the corner of her eye, she flirted with him. She saw him, and he knew it. It sent him into a frenz [...] ]]></description><content:encoded><![CDATA[<div class="paragraph" style="text-align:left;">  Ashleigh Braganza<br /><span style=""></span><br /><span style=""></span>  November 27, 2012<br /><span style=""></span><br /><span style=""></span>  Mrs. Vanderwarker<br /><span style=""></span><br /><span style=""></span>  English 10<br /><span style=""></span><br /><span style=""></span>  The Girl With the Deep Brown Eyes<br /><span style=""></span><br /><span style=""></span>  &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; From the moment Xavier saw her, he was smitten. She was beautiful. A prize set up on a pedestal in his eyes. Her long legs moved with a magical gracefulness. Her dark hair was glossy in the sunlight. From the corner of her eye, she flirted with him. She saw him, and he knew it. It sent him into a frenzy. He wanted her, no, he needed her. His eyes traveled up and down her body in appreciation. Yes, beauty becomes her well. He made his way over, hoping to have her to himself, when he stopped short. <br /><span style=""></span><br /><span style=""></span>  &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; They say beautiful women are usually found on the arms of old, rich men. In this case, it was painfully true. There stood his newfound rival, an old coot, walking proudly. Everything about him shouted wealthy. His golden buttons blinded. His thick leather boots gloated. He was short and fat, his head held high by a double chin. His smile, proud and arrogant, like he was all-powerful. Nothing more revolting to Xavier than an old man acting like he was the owner of such a beautiful creature. No, nothing could ever own her, she was a wild girl. An angel. <br /><span style=""></span><br /><span style=""></span>  &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; Xavier made his way around the garden party, observing his surroundings.&nbsp; A group of powdered women sat gossiping. <br /><span style=""></span><br /><span style=""></span>  &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; "Oh! Lord Hunter is oh so dashing in his new jacket, isn't he," chirped an annoyingly loud woman. Apparently they think the old coot is rich. Otherwise, why else would some unfortunate woman want him, a man with nothing but the taxes of the people, thought Xavier to himself. <br /><span style=""></span><br /><span style=""></span>  &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; Another woman sneers, "Yes, and look at that animal he has by his side. What is with the men of this century, throwing themselves for such vulgar beasts!" Xavier had to hold himself back from socking her right in that petite little jaw of hers. No one should ever speak that way, especially about his girl. His girl. Yes, he liked the sound of that.&nbsp; Chuckling to himself, he slips away. <br /><span style=""></span><br /><span style=""></span>  &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; Men with fat cigars and fatter, golden, pinkie rings sat in a circle, drinking and playing cards.&nbsp; They mumbled about the economy, as if they cared.&nbsp; Their sons stood by, should a disagreement come up, and their beloved fathers needed someone to fight for them .&nbsp; Young girls, in tight gowns with wide skirts, sauntered by, blushing when both father and son let out a huff of approval or sigh of wistfulness. Nothing was more contrary, the rich and proper acted like animals claiming their property. Why, it was disgusting! Xavier rolled his eyes and continued his stroll, still watching her every move and breath.&nbsp; <br /><span style=""></span><br /><span style=""></span>  &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; Young couples ambled by, the girls playfully twirling their shades,&nbsp; the boys spouting sonnets of love and adoration.&nbsp; Mothers nodded their approval and whispered cunning arrangements to fellow mothers. Little girls ran around, being chased by little boys with worms. Nurses chased after them, a bundle of skirts and caps.&nbsp; Colors were everywhere. Women wore extraordinary arrangements of pink, tulle, purple, and blue, perfectly cut and layered as to catch the eye of the next heir.&nbsp; Everyone was dressed with lavish style, even the servants in the background, with their high powdered wigs and ironed crisp coat.<br /><span style=""></span><br /><span style=""></span>  &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; But there stood his angel, surrounded by boys, men, and old coots. They had pedigree, granted, but jealousy still raged within Xavier. Lord Hunter stood, flaunting his prize, the other men drooling like a bunch of babies.&nbsp; They looked like they hadn't worked a day in their lives. Soft hands, soft faces, their rich coats being their only protection.&nbsp; It disgusted Xavier. His mind set, he boldly strolls up to Lord Hunter. <br /><span style=""></span><br /><span style=""></span>  &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; "Sir, if you would be so kind, I would like to take a stroll around the field with that beautiful creature you have by your side," said Xavier with the practiced voice of one in charge. <br /><span style=""></span><br /><span style=""></span>  Fooled, and flustered, the oh-so-handsome Lord Hunter stepped protectively in front of her.<br /><span style=""></span><br /><span style=""></span>  &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; "And who, Sir, might you be?"<br /><span style=""></span><br /><span style=""></span>  &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; Thinking fast, Xavier replied, "Why I, good man, am Lord Cumberbatch of the North. My man stands over there with my horse." Xavier vaguely gestured his hand towards the cluster of help. <br /><span style=""></span><br /><span style=""></span>  Believing he was in the presence of an aristocrat higher in station than he, the flustered Lord Hunter steped aside.&nbsp; Xavier, eyes glinting in anticipation, took the place of Lord Hunter next to the creature from heaven. <br /><span style=""></span><br /><span style=""></span>  &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; Together, they strolled along the lawns of the great Hunter Manor. Xavier whispered to her, telling her secrets and promises of love. Her deep brown eyes stared into him, as if seeing every secret of his soul. He then vowed to himself, he would save her from this place of rich boredom. He would bring her to all the places one dreams of.&nbsp; The Parisian country side, the Arabic deserts, the plains of America, anywhere in the world he would take her.&nbsp; Then, before hesitantly handing back his angel, he whispered&nbsp; sweet nothings&nbsp; into her ear one last time.&nbsp; He then nodded curtly to the aggravated Lord Hunter, and quickly strode away from the pampered zoo of people, animals with no souls or fire left in them. <br /><span style=""></span><br /><span style=""></span>  &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; The dim light of the tavern glowed on Xavier's face, his jaw was set in anticipation. <br /><span style=""></span><br /><span style=""></span>  &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; "At last," he muttered.&nbsp; He then held out his and shook his new companion's hand. "Moz."<br /><span style=""></span><br /><span style=""></span>  &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; "Xavier," answered a gruff voice. "Who has caught you fancy this time?" A short, stout man settles in his seat, and orders a beer. <br /><span style=""></span><br /><span style=""></span>  &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; "Well, I was doing my rounds, a wonderful garden Party, really Moz, you should've been. ..." After getting a stern look, he continued, "Right, sorry. So I was walking, picking up a few things here and there.&nbsp; And then I saw this angel.&nbsp; Oh Moz, she is unlike any... there are no words to describe her!"<br /><span style=""></span><br /><span style=""></span>  &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; "And what this one so special? You took the other one easily enough and then left her at that cabin. Oh, and the one before, and the one before, each being&nbsp; <em style="">the one</em>. You are an addict."<br /><span style=""></span><br /><span style=""></span>  &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; " Moz, desperate times called for desperate measure. The previous ones never had that... that... fire.&nbsp; This girl, well, she needs me, and I want her so bad." To let out his frustration, he dropped his head on the table.&nbsp; "The old fart she spends her mornings and nights with now ... it disgusts me. She could be so happy with me. He doesn't even look at her. He doesn't know what he has! He doesn't deserve her. "<br /><span style=""></span><br /><span style=""></span>  &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; Moz sighs, "And what does she think of you?"<br /><span style=""></span><br /><span style=""></span>  &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; "Oh, she is a dream with me. We move together perfectly,&nbsp; she brings out the good side in me. I just know she wants to be with me."<br /><span style=""></span><br /><span style=""></span>  &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; Moz conceded.&nbsp; "Fine, so maybe I do help you out. Who is this old 'fart' that you plan to rescue this damsel in distress from?"<br /><span style=""></span><br /><span style=""></span>  &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; This is the tough part, thought Xavier. <br /><span style=""></span><br /><span style=""></span>  &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; "Lord Hunter."<br /><span style=""></span><br /><span style=""></span>  &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; Moz's eyes widened, his face paled. <br /><span style=""></span><br /><span style=""></span>  &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; "Are you a bloody.... no. Just- no. I cannot let you do this. Lord Hunter? Really?"<br /><span style=""></span><br /><span style=""></span>  &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; "Moz, you haven't seen her. He treats her like an accessory. Like that angel is one of his precious gold rings! It's terrible."<br /><span style=""></span><br /><span style=""></span>  &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; "You simply cannot mess with this man. He is a villain. You know what will happen if he knows you are involved in the kidnapping of anything of his!"<br /><span style=""></span><br /><span style=""></span>  &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; "Moz, keep your voice down..."<br /><span style=""></span><br /><span style=""></span>  &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; "NO! I will not keep my voice down, not when you are going raving mad. You think you can steal from the richest man in all of Doncaster? You heard what he did to those towns people! Killed the father right then and there, because he was trying to snatch that apple for his boy, Edward. Saw it with me own eyes too, I did. "<br /><span style=""></span><br /><span style=""></span>  &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; "Moz, I will do this, if you help or not."<br /><span style=""></span><br /><span style=""></span>  &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; Muttering to himself about getting killed, Moz looked into Xavier's eyes. <br /><span style=""></span><br /><span style=""></span>  &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; "You're bloody serious you aren't you? She has you wrapped around her finger... fine. But if you get yourself hanged, I will kill you."<br /><span style=""></span><br /><span style=""></span>  &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; "Oh Moz! I knew you would come around! Here, I'll pay for the drinks..."<br /><span style=""></span><br /><span style=""></span>  &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; "You're bloody right you're paying for them drinks," Moz muttered. But brotherly affection twinkled in his eyes.&nbsp; "Alright idiot, what is your brilliant plan to rescue the princess from the dragon's keep?"<br /><span style=""></span><br /><span style=""></span>  &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; "Right, so here it is..." <br /><span style=""></span><br /><span style=""></span>  &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; The moon was covered with a blanket of black. The Hunter Manor was lit with lights and music drifted out the windows. Carriages rolled down the drive, women with extravagant gowns and masks stepped out. It was the night of the annual Autumn Masquerade.&nbsp; A good time of year for the rich, and a time of starvation for&nbsp; the poor. The money&nbsp; had to come from somewhere, and Lord Hunter's pocketbook had been filled by the labor of the harvest workers. This was also the perfect time to strike. <br /><span style=""></span><br /><span style=""></span>  &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; " You sure this is going to work?" whispered Moz, as they stared at the glowing manor from their high up place in a tree. <br /><span style=""></span><br /><span style=""></span>  &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; "Oh yea of little faith. Lord Hunter has many enemies. A certain young boy, Edward, you remember him, wanted to help. We will be fine."<br /><span style=""></span><br /><span style=""></span>  &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; "Xavier!"<br /><span style=""></span><br /><span style=""></span>  &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; "What? The boy was only here to seek his revenge,&nbsp; whatever that might be.&nbsp; I practically saved&nbsp; Lord Hunter his life! I simply calmed the poor lad down a bit, and made a compromise."<br /><span style=""></span><br /><span style=""></span>  &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; "Oh I believe you calmed him down. Lord Hunter deserves what's coming to him. Where should I meet you? "<br /><span style=""></span><br /><span style=""></span>  &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; "In the pasture behind the stables. No one is there at night, so you will be fine."<br /><span style=""></span><br /><span style=""></span>  They then saw a flashing light in one of the few dark windows. The signal.<br /><span style=""></span><br /><span style=""></span>  &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; "Time to go. Good luck my friend, and thank you," whispers Xavier, and he then plops right out of the tree. <br /><span style=""></span><br /><span style=""></span>  &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; Xavier fixed his mask, and glanced in a gilded mirror hanging ornamentally on the wall. A tall, dark stranger looked back. Xavier's "borrowed" black coat, was embroidered with silver thread. Tight black riding boots hugged his calves. His dark hair was slicked to the side. His silver mask covered his face, which was hard, and chiseled. He had always been a good looking chap, but tonight, he looked deadly. Perfect for the role ahead. Xavier stepped into the ballroom. The masquerade was at its crescendo. Drunk men laughed uproariously, women danced with wild spirits. Sweat filled the air, the musicians playing as if their life depended on it. Time to play the part of an aristocrat.&nbsp; <br /><span style=""></span><br /><span style=""></span>  &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; Xavier took one dramatic step down. Then two. The candlelight flickered off his coat. The first few couples stopped their dance to stare at this stranger. Gossiping girls lustfully stared. Who was this stranger? Is he rich? The musicians, feeling the abrupt pause in the activity, trailed off in the middle of the piece. One step at a time. Xavier held himself in check, he couldn't afford to laugh now. His back straight, and eyes consuming, he walked toward the back of the ballroom. There stood Lord Hunter, dressed in a ridiculous ram costume, complete with horns studded with diamonds. Tension filled the room. Xavier stopped walking. Breathes were being held. <br /><span style=""></span><br /><span style=""></span>  &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; "Lord Hunter! What a magnificent party. And wonderful company too I see," cried out Xavier in a strong voice. Fans were flicked to cover the faces of blushing women. The sound of swishing skirts was the only thing heard. <br /><span style=""></span><br /><span style=""></span>  &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; "Who do I have the honor of speaking to?" replied Lord Hunter.<br /><span style=""></span><br /><span style=""></span>  &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; "Oh, you don't remember me do you? Well, let us play a game shall we? You guess my name and I will tell you why I am here." A rush of excitement flowed through the guests.&nbsp; <br /><span style=""></span><br /><span style=""></span>  &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; "A risk taker are we? Alright, I accept. But on one condition. I get a hint."<br /><span style=""></span><br /><span style=""></span>  &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; "Very well," conceded Xavier. "By night I come, on four&nbsp; do I flee, my name only whispered, the face never seen. Who am I?"<br /><span style=""></span><br /><span style=""></span>  &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; "Are you an actor?"<br /><span style=""></span><br /><span style=""></span>  &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; "No."<br /><span style=""></span><br /><span style=""></span>  &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; "A highway man?"<br /><span style=""></span><br /><span style=""></span>  &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; "My lord, I am insulted."<br /><span style=""></span><br /><span style=""></span>  &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; "A lord?"<br /><span style=""></span><br /><span style=""></span>  &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; "Do I look like a lord to you?"<br /><span style=""></span><br /><span style=""></span>  &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; And just when Lord Hunter was about to reply, a clear cry was heard.<br /><span style=""></span><br /><span style=""></span>  &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; "I know who he is!"<br /><span style=""></span><br /><span style=""></span>  &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; All eyes turned to a single man in the back. Dressed in a simple black tailcoat, he hardly stood out. But everyone knew this man. Officer Lambert, a decorated soldier, known for saving the King's life at one point. One sleeve hung loosely, showing the sacrifice he had given to God and country. He also had been chasing Xavier for years. They weren't exactly on good terms. <br /><span style=""></span><br /><span style=""></span>  &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; Lord Hunter spoke first, "Officer Lambert. Who is this mystery man?" <br /><span style=""></span><br /><span style=""></span>  &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; "No mystery man, my lord, but a thief.&nbsp; A conman of sorts. He has been eluding the Crown for years. " The interest level went up tenfold. Women gasped, some feigned fainting, silly men in costumes stood in front of their sweethearts. Xavier chuckled. As if they could actually do anything to him. <br /><span style=""></span><br /><span style=""></span>  &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; "Well, we have guessed what you are," said a startled Lord Hunter. "Now you must tell us why you are here."<br /><span style=""></span><br /><span style=""></span>  &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; "My Lord, have you forgotten our agreement? You guess who I am, then I tell you why.&nbsp; You never guessed, in fact, Officer Lambert over there knew. Our deal is off." Lord Hunter's eyes narrowed. No one had ever stood in his way before. And he wasn't about to let it happen now. <br /><span style=""></span><br /><span style=""></span>  &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; "Guards!" His sudden outburst produced a jump out of everyone. Lord Hunter drew out his saber. Cries were heard. Men in red coats came rushing in, their rifles ready for command. Smiling, Xavier pulled out his own saber. Now the excitement had really begun. Circling each other, sizing each other up, the old pompous lord and the mystery man prepared for a duel. The guards formed a circle around them, each woman found a man to cling tight to. Lord Hunter lunged first, Xavier dodged easily. <br /><span style=""></span><br /><span style=""></span>  &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; "My lord, if you are trying to play the hero, I'm sure you have failed already,"&nbsp; goaded Xavier. Angered Lord Hunter took another lunge. <br /><span style=""></span><br /><span style=""></span>  &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; "You're not very skilled are you? It was my firm belief that all aristos were trained in the art of getting rid of unwanted lower classes." Another jab was ensued. <br /><span style=""></span><br /><span style=""></span>  &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; "Come now man, surely you don't have the slightest idea why I am here?" The sweating lord kept trying. Feeling a little risky, Xavier took a jab himself. Lord Hunter's ram horn fell of his head. <br /><span style=""></span><br /><span style=""></span>  &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; "Well then, I will tell you.&nbsp; You see, this ball was built on the foundation of the people. You, sir, are an animal. A ram, apparently." One more swish, and Lord Hunter's wig fell off. <br /><span style=""></span><br /><span style=""></span>  &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; "And I just wanted to say thank you."<br /><span style=""></span><br /><span style=""></span>  &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; "Thank you?!" bellowed Lord Hunter, his face all sweaty.<br /><span style=""></span><br /><span style=""></span>  &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; "Yes... you see, you have something that I want. And you are going to let me have it."<br /><span style=""></span><br /><span style=""></span>  &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; "And what might that be?" growled the infuriated lord.<br /><span style=""></span><br /><span style=""></span>  &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; "Well, you will just have to see, now won't you?" And with that, Xavier moved abruptly to the side, causing the lord to fall forward. And with a graceful leap, Xavier jumped out the window. <br /><span style=""></span><br /><span style=""></span>  &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; The crowd quickly regained themselves, and rushed to the window. With a flick of his wrist, Xavier lit a match. He touched one string, then a second, then a third. The fireworks set off, a rainbow of color falling like diamonds in the sky. <br /><span style=""></span><br /><span style=""></span>  &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; "After him, you blithering oafs!" screeched Lord Hunter.&nbsp; The soldiers all rushed out the door, Officer Lambert with them. <br /><span style=""></span><br /><span style=""></span>  &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; "Now Edward!" cried Xavier. His blood rushed through his veins. He took off sprinting towards the trees. He cut through the brush, dodged tree branches, and jumped over logs. He could hear the soldiers behind him. With one fluid movement, Xavier dove into a bush.&nbsp; Young Edward, waiting at the top of a hill, lit his torch. <br /><span style=""></span><br /><span style=""></span>  &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; Cries of the soldiers were heard, "There he is! Up there! On the hill!" Once he heard nothing again, but the forest noise, Xavier slipped out of his little crevice. He turned back, and ran toward the house. Past the stables, to the pasture behind. And there she stood.&nbsp; Her glossy black mane shined in the darkness. Her breath picked up, her eyes glinted with excitement. She pawed her hooves into the ground. Moz had already saddled her up, and there he stood next to her.&nbsp; The black night enveloped her body, her muscles were loose yet poised. She was breathtaking. Unlike any other horse he had ever tried to steal. <br /><span style=""></span><br /><span style=""></span>  &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; "You were right, she really is something." said Moz, interrupting the silent communication between Xavier and the lovely creature.&nbsp; "But, my friend, Officer Lambert is no fool, he will find out that Edward is not you."<br /><span style=""></span><br /><span style=""></span>  &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; Sighing, Xavier said, " Yes, I suppose you are right. Let us go." And with that, he leapt onto her back with an ethereal gracefulness. They fit together like two pieces of a puzzle. <br /><span style=""></span><br /><span style=""></span>  &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; "Fly darling, fly like nobody is watching." And with that, they took off, riding like the wind in the black night. The large manor slowly shrank in view as Xavier and his girl rode off. The music had restarted, and so had the party. But an angry Lord Hunter stood in a golden window, watching as Xavier made off.&nbsp; He watched every step the horse made, every connection made between horse and rider. It was surreal. It was magical. <br /><span style=""></span><br /><span style=""></span>  &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; Xavier chuckled. She was home. She was his. And nobody would ever taker her away.&nbsp;&nbsp; <br /><span style=""></span><br /><span style=""></span>  &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; <br /><span style=""></span><br /><span style=""></span>  &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; <br /><span style=""></span><br /><span style=""></span>  </div>]]></content:encoded></item><item><title><![CDATA[Alternative Book Report by Peter Wildes]]></title><link><![CDATA[http://ggcaenglish.weebly.com/sophmore-blog/alternative-book-report-by-peter-wildes]]></link><comments><![CDATA[http://ggcaenglish.weebly.com/sophmore-blog/alternative-book-report-by-peter-wildes#comments]]></comments><pubDate>Thu, 02 Feb 2012 16:03:18 GMT</pubDate><category><![CDATA[Uncategorized]]></category><guid isPermaLink="false">http://ggcaenglish.weebly.com/sophmore-blog/alternative-book-report-by-peter-wildes</guid><description><![CDATA[Peter Wildes Mrs. Vanderwarker Eng. Alt. Book Report 14. Date: 01/25/2012 Star Trek Spartan: Wounds Never Forgotten By: Peter Wildes  Chapter 1 Wounds of the War &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; &ldquo;Space thought," Captain Wilson as he lay drunk in his  quarters at Starbase 375. &ldquo;How cold and lifeless it is. At one time I  thought of space as a wondrous place to be explored. Now all it is to me  is a place full of bad memories of the war." Then he got up from his  chair and poured  [...] ]]></description><content:encoded><![CDATA[<div  class="paragraph editable-text" style=" text-align: left; ">Peter Wildes<br /><br /> Mrs. Vanderwarker<br /><br /> Eng. Alt. Book Report 14.<br /><br /> Date: 01/25/2012<br /><br /><em style=""> Star Trek Spartan: Wounds Never Forgotten<br /><br /> By: Peter Wildes<br /><br /></em> <em style=""> Chapter 1 Wounds of the War<br /><br /></em> &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; &ldquo;Space thought," Captain Wilson as he lay drunk in his  quarters at Starbase 375. &ldquo;How cold and lifeless it is. At one time I  thought of space as a wondrous place to be explored. Now all it is to me  is a place full of bad memories of the war." Then he got up from his  chair and poured himself another glass of Saurian Brandy, and downed it  as if it was water. "If only I could forget what I did, or better yet if  only I could reverse what I did." <br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; Then the door of his quarters slid open and a young  Lieutenant walked through the door. She was about 5.7 had short brown  hair and had spots on both sides of her head, she was obviously a Trill.  Then in a kind but professional voice she said, &ldquo;Hello I&rsquo;m Ezri Dax from  Deep Space Nine. I&rsquo;m the counselor, do you want to talk?&rdquo;<br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; &ldquo;No. But I have a feeling we&rsquo;re going to talk  anyways,&rdquo; Wilson said drunken and somberly.<br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; &ldquo;I understand you were Captain of the U.S.S. Stallion  during the Dominion War,&rdquo; she asked.<br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; &ldquo;Yes,&rdquo; he replied.<br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; &ldquo;And that your ship was destroyed by the Breen at the  battle of C&rsquo;hintoka&rsquo;"<br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; &ldquo;Yes.&rdquo;<br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; &ldquo;So where do you want to start?&rdquo; she asked.<br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; &ldquo;Oh I don&rsquo;t know, but I&rsquo;m guessing the beginning  might be the best," he said sarcastically. "But before we start do you  want anything? A Black Hole or a Saurian Brandy perhaps?&rdquo; he asked as  well mannered as he could considering he was drunk.<br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; &ldquo;No thank you. She replied politely Why don&rsquo;t you  just tell me what happened at C&rsquo;hintoka&rsquo; .&rdquo;<br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; &ldquo;Alright," he said gruffly as he sat down with glass  and a bottle of Saurian Brandy. "About a year ago we were still at war  with the Dominion. As you know The Federation sent a task force of 311  ships to retake C&rsquo;hintoka&rsquo; after the Breen attacked. Of course my ship  was one of the many ships that was disabled and destroyed by the Breen&rsquo;s  Energy Dampening weapon. My crew and I fought until our ship was  disabled once that happened I ordered the crew to abandon ship. By now  Wilson was on the verge of having an emotional breakdown. I was  h-heading to the escape pods with my f-first officer Commander Staten  when, when . . ." There was a pause then he finally manage to say, "That&rsquo;s  all I have to say Lieutenant. Now please leave.&rdquo;<br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; &ldquo;But you were doing so well James really what&rsquo;s  wrong? What happened?&rdquo; Ezri asked understandingly.<br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; &ldquo;I SAID GO AWAY!&rdquo; he shouted angrily. Dax surprised  at his reaction got up and left.<br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; &ldquo;How is he?&rdquo; asked one of the doctors.<br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; &ldquo;He&rsquo;s feeling guilty about something that happened  during the war, so now he&rsquo;s trying to forget whatever happened by  getting drunk over and over again," Dax replied. "He was about to tell me  what happened then just stopped and screamed go away at me.&rdquo;<br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; &ldquo;Well you&rsquo;ve made more progress with him today than  we have in the past 10 months. Would you please try talking again with  him tomorrow?&rdquo; The Doctor asked Hopefully.<br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; &ldquo;I was already planning on it. Something is eating at  Captain Wilson and I plan on finding out what it is and helping him,&rdquo;  Dax replied, with a slight sound of pity in her voice.<br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; &ldquo;Good your session with him will be at 0800 tomorrow  mourning. Goodnight Lieutenant,&rdquo; said the Doctor.<br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; &ldquo;Goodnight Doctor,&rdquo; replied Dax.<br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; Ezri then left and went to her quarters and wondered,  &ldquo;What happened on the Stallion that made the Captain like that?" Then  she got out of her uniform and into her sleep gown . And as she laid  down she thought, &ldquo;How can I get through to him and help him? And more  importantly how could she help him to help himself?&rdquo;<br /><br /><br /><em style=""> Later in the story.<br /><br /></em> Later in the Story Captain Wilson is finally able to  get the help he needs and gets the Command of a Starship. Once this  happens you begin to see many of the characters from Star Trek: Deep  Space Nine The Never Ending Sacrifice and The Television series Star  Trek: The Next Generation. When this happens it leads up to an old  terrorist group everyone mistook for dead. The question is will Captain  Wilson and his New Ship, and Crew be able to stop them. There is also  many twists and turns in this story that makes this a wild Science  Fiction ride. <em style="">If interested I have the first ten chapters in rough  copies that are free to be read for more details on this story.</em><br /><br /></div>  ]]></content:encoded></item><item><title><![CDATA[Spoon River Anthology: Retell a characters story while setting it in current times ]]></title><link><![CDATA[http://ggcaenglish.weebly.com/sophmore-blog/spoon-river-anthology-retell-a-characters-story-while-setting-it-in-current-times]]></link><comments><![CDATA[http://ggcaenglish.weebly.com/sophmore-blog/spoon-river-anthology-retell-a-characters-story-while-setting-it-in-current-times#comments]]></comments><pubDate>Wed, 16 Feb 2011 05:48:01 GMT</pubDate><category><![CDATA[Uncategorized]]></category><guid isPermaLink="false">http://ggcaenglish.weebly.com/sophmore-blog/spoon-river-anthology-retell-a-characters-story-while-setting-it-in-current-times</guid><description><![CDATA["Mrs. Kessler"By: Ashley Lane&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;I wash clothes for a living.&nbsp; I know who have good and bad clothes.&nbsp; I know patches and who buy new clothes.&nbsp; While I'm washing clothes I learn people secrets from just washing their clothes.&nbsp; I wash their curtains, counterpanes, shirts, and skirts.&nbsp; I know that my husband was in the army, but sometimes&nbsp;I just wish his pension was more than six dollars.&nbsp; I wish he would stop talking ab [...] ]]></description><content:encoded><![CDATA[<div  class="paragraph editable-text" style=" text-align: left; ">"Mrs. Kessler"<br><span></span>By: Ashley Lane<br><span></span>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;I wash clothes for a living.&nbsp; I know who have good and bad clothes.&nbsp; I know patches and who buy new clothes.&nbsp; While I'm washing clothes I learn people secrets from just washing their clothes.&nbsp; I wash their curtains, counterpanes, shirts, and skirts.&nbsp; I know that my husband was in the army, but sometimes&nbsp;I just wish his pension was more than six dollars.&nbsp; I wish he would stop talking about politics, and just come and help me wash clothes.&nbsp; I feel like we are being distanced because we never talk anymore.&nbsp; All he do when he comes home from the streets are just look at his old war pictures, which&nbsp;I just think are very stupid.&nbsp; I have realized from washing people's clothes that once you have patched up on the patches, there is no other way to patch holes anymore.&nbsp; I can't even use the soap anymore to get out the stains.&nbsp; It's not my fault that there are unwanted colors in women's dresses.&nbsp;&nbsp; When I have to wash handkerchiefs, and table napkins, I also find that they also have their own type of secrets.&nbsp; Everyone knows me in this empty town, knows me and the type of easy and normal life that&nbsp;I have.&nbsp; I know of everyone that has died, that have lived in Spoon River.&nbsp; Every time I see a dead face&nbsp;I think of their face or clothing being ironed or washed.&nbsp; I wish that&nbsp;I could just stay home and play with my grandchildren.&nbsp; I wish I had kids.&nbsp; I wish that I, just wish that&nbsp;I had finished school and went to college to be a pediatrician. <br><span></span><br>"Hortense Robbins"<br><span></span>By: Brandon Brown<br><span></span><br><span></span>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;It used to be a time when&nbsp;I had all the attention.&nbsp; I stayed on everyone's mind and everyone's TV screen.&nbsp; It was never a problem; but more of an accomplishment.&nbsp; Now that it's all over, I sit at home every day.&nbsp; I decided to get up after watching TV all day long.&nbsp; I went out to lunch by myself to try forgettin about the past.&nbsp; Someone walked up to me with a curious face.&nbsp; This face was seen far too much.&nbsp; I could predict exactly what was coming.&nbsp; Another former fan that recognized me.&nbsp; There has alway been a difference in my past life and now.&nbsp; I was the talk of the town before; but now there's no one interested.&nbsp; The few that do only say "hi" and move along with their day.&nbsp; As I walked through the town, all the memories started to haunt me.&nbsp; I couldn't think where everything started to go wrong and I didn't want to.&nbsp; As I went home, I picked up the pieces.&nbsp; And my adventure finally began all over. <br><span></span><br><span></span></div>  ]]></content:encoded></item><item><title><![CDATA["New York City"]]></title><link><![CDATA[http://ggcaenglish.weebly.com/sophmore-blog/new-york-city]]></link><comments><![CDATA[http://ggcaenglish.weebly.com/sophmore-blog/new-york-city#comments]]></comments><pubDate>Fri, 11 Feb 2011 20:22:53 GMT</pubDate><category><![CDATA[sophomore poems]]></category><guid isPermaLink="false">http://ggcaenglish.weebly.com/sophmore-blog/new-york-city</guid><description><![CDATA["New York City"&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; - by: Mallaury DaviCity of hope, city of needWhere dream comes trueLive like you never thought ofWhere night is the morningYoung or old you feel welcomeCity of life, city of arroganceWhere love and money comes firstThe time you know life is not the same,The day you sense the deep lost.Where celebrities visit and liveRespected or not, we want to goThe city of all American's dream.City of secret chance, city of new life.Where business men go to schoolWhere you fin [...] ]]></description><content:encoded><![CDATA[<div  class="paragraph editable-text" style=" text-align: left; ">"New York City"<br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; - by: Mallaury Davi<br /><br /><span>City of hope, city of need</span><br /><span>Where dream comes true</span><br /><span>Live like you never thought of</span><br /><span>Where night is the morning</span><br /><span>Young or old you feel welcome</span><br /><br /><span>City of life, city of arrogance</span><br /><span>Where love and money comes first</span><br /><span>The time you know life is not the same,</span><br /><span>The day you sense the deep lost.</span><br /><span>Where celebrities visit and live</span><br /><span>Respected or not, we want to go</span><br /><span>The city of all American's dream.</span><br /><br /><span>City of secret chance, city of new life.</span><br /><span>Where business men go to school</span><br /><span>Where you find your true meaning</span><br /><span>Feelings of hope, new life and second chance</span><br /><span>No worthy love, neither life, New York City the worthless city.</span></div>  ]]></content:encoded></item><item><title><![CDATA[Sophomore Haiku Poems]]></title><link><![CDATA[http://ggcaenglish.weebly.com/sophmore-blog/sophomore-haiku-poems]]></link><comments><![CDATA[http://ggcaenglish.weebly.com/sophmore-blog/sophomore-haiku-poems#comments]]></comments><pubDate>Thu, 10 Feb 2011 22:48:46 GMT</pubDate><category><![CDATA[sophomore poems]]></category><guid isPermaLink="false">http://ggcaenglish.weebly.com/sophmore-blog/sophomore-haiku-poems</guid><description><![CDATA[&nbsp;Snow is falling down School&rsquo;s shutting down for the day Winter must be here&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; - Cameron Zucker"Phoenix"Rising from the flameSoaring to where it belongsOver all the sound&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; - Sarah MooneyPaper white and blankInk and pen collide and bangPaper is now art&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; - Ashleigh Veader The morning frost hadHad set on my window paneSimplistic wonder&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; - Paul MartinSunny morning joyOff to anywhere; everywhereNo cares just not here&nbsp;& [...] ]]></description><content:encoded><![CDATA[<div  class="paragraph editable-text" style=" text-align: left; ">&nbsp;Snow is falling down<br> School&rsquo;s shutting down for the day<br> Winter must be here<br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; - Cameron Zucker<br><br><span>"Phoenix</span>"<br><span>Rising from the flame</span><br><span>Soaring to where it belongs</span><br><span>Over all the sound</span><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; - Sarah Mooney<br><br><span>Paper white and blank</span><br><span>Ink and pen collide</span><span> and bang</span><br><span>Paper is now art</span><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; - Ashleigh Veader <br><br><span>The morning frost had</span><br><span>Had set on my window pane</span><br><span>Simplistic wonder</span><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; - Paul Martin<br><br><span>Sunny morning joy</span><br><span>Off to anywhere; everywhere</span><br><span></span><span>No cares just not here</span><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; - Helena Nichols<br><br><span>"Leaky Faucet"</span><br><span>Drip. Drop. Drip drip. Drop.</span><br><span>Artificial rain falls down</span><br><span>Into the deep bowl</span><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; - Michka Francis<br><br><span>Autumn falling down</span><br><span>Leaves bloom instead of </span>flowers<br><span>Crunching as you walk</span><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; - Roselyn Jones<br><br><span>Crown Victoria's </span><br><span>Patrolling the countryside</span><br><span>Police are watching</span><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; - Jeremy Schultz<br><br><span>Looking at the rain</span><br><span>Jumping in the blue water</span><br><span>No thoughts in my head</span><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; - Rebecca Jones<br><br><span>"Beach"</span><br><span>I watched the waves sway</span><br><span>How calm but lonely it looked</span><br><span>With a soothing sway</span><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; - Taylor Smith<br><br><span>"Time Flies"</span><br><span>Fluttering time flies</span><br><span>Skips, jumps, leaps into the deep</span><br><span>I stand in awe, sad</span><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; - Rachel Jones<br><br><span>"Me, Myself, &amp; I"</span><br><span>I. Left me, for dead</span><br><span>I left myself, for you, me</span><br><span>Just be, yourself, me</span><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; - Veliza West<br><br><span>"New York"</span><br><span>The city of hope</span><br><span>Young or old you feel welcome</span><br><span>Wort</span><br><br><span>Haikus are so much fun</span><br><span>I am writing one right now</span><br><span>This must be the end</span><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; - Austin Hassler<br><br></div>  ]]></content:encoded></item><item><title><![CDATA[First Post!]]></title><link><![CDATA[http://ggcaenglish.weebly.com/sophmore-blog/first-post]]></link><comments><![CDATA[http://ggcaenglish.weebly.com/sophmore-blog/first-post#comments]]></comments><pubDate>Wed, 02 Feb 2011 00:18:36 GMT</pubDate><category><![CDATA[Uncategorized]]></category><guid isPermaLink="false">http://ggcaenglish.weebly.com/sophmore-blog/first-post</guid><description><![CDATA[Start blogging by creating a new post. You can edit or delete me by clicking under the comments. 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