A Picture is Worth a Thousand Words

My name is Michael, it was the first day of June when my grandfather toke a picture when we were having our breakfast. I'm the boy in the right side with a red and white shirt. I really don't want to eat because I'm still sleepy and want to go back in my bed. Bernie my older brother is the one in the middle and the one that is so hungry. My older sister, Karen is all the way to the left and she wants to feed our horse that we named Julian. My grandmother is the one who bake the cake but it turn out to a pie.
My grandmother calls my mother Alexia and shes the one who is feeding our horse. My father, David looks so weird in this picture, he just finish eating and about to go outside and feed the other animals. The dog in the picture is Pedro, actually I'm the one who give the name Pedro for him. Pedro our dog is hungry that time too and my mom feed the our horse Julian first. In the picture Pedro look so jealous about it.

After that breakfast, me and my older brother went outside to play. Pedro our dog was their too, while our mother was watching us together with my sister. I ask my father if i can ride Julian in the back and he said sure but I'll be on your side. When i was riding Julian in the back i feel so nervous because what if he go crazy and run so fast. I spent my whole day in the back of our horse Julian and with Pedro our dog in the side of us.

Pet Peeves

1. I hate when I'm about to sleep and someone use the keyboard so loud.
2. When some one keeps telling me the same thing over and over again.
3. When people tells me something that it doesn't even make sense
4. When some one tells me to get ready and then when I'm ready his not even ready yet.
5. I hate kids run and run in front of me.
6. When I'm riding a bus and some people think like they own the bus and talks loud as they want.
7. I hate when i forget something.
8. When you tru to talk to someone and they just ignore you.
9. I hate when someone is so over acting.
10. I hate when i was thinking something and someone just pop up and talk and i cant remember what i was thinking before he or she came.
11. I hate when girls say i dont know word
12. I hate people that is so so so very very very as in very loud.
13. I hate when i cant think of anything.
14. I hate when i say to someone to stop but they still keeps doing it.
15. I hate when some people using my stuff without permission.
16. I hate people say something to me that their good at something but their actually not.
17. I hate people that keeps hitting me.
18. I hate when there's a annoying little kid at the house.
19. I hate when they see me that I'm concentrating to something and still bother me.
20. I hate people that has rough hands.
21. I hate when someone don't flash the toilet after using it and don't mean it.
22. I hate when you tells someone something but she really don't understand it even due you keeps telling her the same thing.
23. I hate when people tells me something again and again even they know i already know it
24. When people starting to tell me something but will not finish it.
25. I hate when someone shouts in my ears even due i shout a lot too.

The Secret

It was my best friend's deepest, darkest secret and it would be a hard one to keep.
His name is Francis, were best friend since i was 5 years old. His 1 year older than me, we grow up in the same hood. Almost everything we do, we do it together and if there's a team playing we two always at the same team. When i turn 8 years old and he was 9 his mother decided to leave to another place not so far from our hood. That's the first time were separated, but he came back like 2 years after. He was 12 years old and i was 11 and when we see each other again we were so like "is that you, man you grow a lot ha ha ha ha". We spent the year together doing stupid stuff. When we were chilling in the side walk near my house and something pop up in my mind. I ask him "why did you came back"? the expression of his face change and like his thinking very deep. He said "Michael can i tell you something that you can't tell anyone. His face is so serious and I'm so confuse while looking at him. He talks again "i killed someone in the place where we transfer that's why i came back" he smiled to me like nothing serious about he said. After that confusing conversation he said that a secret and we go home. Next day a heard my mom and some neighbor talking about someone who got killed. I step in and ask what happen mom? my mom said that their was a 15 year old boy killed by a knife in somewhere Francis transfer but no body know who did it. After my mom told that thing i remember what Francis told me before that day. The news was all over our hood. In that day i meet Francis in the place we usually meet. I ask him if he heard the news running all over our hood, he said yeah and his face was like nothing special about it. So i think that his not the one who killed the boy because he don't have any reaction about the news. In that day we spent the day doing nothing just lying in the grass looking at the sky. Finally he talked "remember i told you about i killed someone" I said yeah, why? The news that a boy was killed was true and I'm the one whose responsible for the crime. Francis told me that, if i were his real best friend I'm not going to say anything. I was so shock that my best friend was a killer and i don't know what to do. Am I going to keep or not, I want to keep it because i don't want my best friend to be put on jail but i want to tell the police because i want the boy and his family find the justice. After all of it i decided to keep it as our secret but every single day me and Francis are together its not the same feelings, I'm not comfortable.

Her Mysterious Death

Her death was due to mysterious circumstances and i was assigned to the case. I am a detective for almost 5 years and nothing special and exciting that happen in my job. It was 4 something in the afternoon, I was chilling on the beautiful white sand of Miami Florida looking at the plain blue sky thinking of giving up my boring job and find another exciting job. I was about to close my eyes, my phone ring... It was a client, she name her self Ally. She needs help hoping that i can help her find out who killed her very long close friend that she name Nancy. I'm looking for excitement, so i said yeah sure but can we talk in personal so you can tell me more about what happen.

Maria leave all the way to Chicago Illinois, i pack my bag and went straight to Illinois. All they thought, her friend Dianna commit a suicide but Dianna can't find any reason that her friend will commit a suicide. August 24, 1994 nine o'clock in the evening Dianna and her friends were in a party at Dianna's house. About 9:30 pm in that day Dianna told Maria that she's just going to get something upstairs. It's almost 10:30 in the evening, Dianna still not back so Maria decides to go upstairs and check Dianna. When Maria open Dianna's door she found Dianna hanging with her eyes open. Maria screams and all her friends are running to check what happen. I ask Maria if who are the people in the house that time. She name them Michael, Bernie, Pedro, Karen, Zuly, Eli, David and herself.

Dianna's house still in investigation, i went to the house and check the body Dianna and take DNA and finger print and found out that Michael, Bernie and Pedro has their finger print in the body of Dianna so i think one of them killed Dianna or three of them. Maria that maybe because they get the body of Dianna and put it down. After one day of examining the body of Dianna i found nothing.

It was the middle of the night and I'm the only person left on the house, I sit to Dianna's bed, thinking if Dianna really commit a suicide, until when i saw the rope in the floor and thinking of getting a finger print of it. I found one finger print and hear something. It is like there is someone other than me at the house, I look around and around but didn't see anything. I post a second expecting to hear something............ I feel something that someone is in my back, i turn around and saw a guy with a mask in his face, and was holding a packet knife. Seconds later he start walking toward me, i start running and don't know where to go because i don't know the house. He still chancing me, sadently i slip BOOM! his about to stab BooM! something shouts, the guy fell down and i saw Maria at the back. I pull the mask and ask Maria "do you know him". She said "yeah" he is David. The finger print in the rope was the same finger print that David has. I solved the mystery with the help of Maria. The end.

How to Make Logandale Better

What would make Logandale a better school? The school should not write up the students for all the things they do. The school should serve better food. The school should have more sports and all those kind of stuff. Do you think the students like this?

The teachers shouldn’t write up the students in all the things they do. For example, one of the students wear jeans that the school doesn’t want, the students get written up. Also when a student hug the another student they get a written up for it, too. The students get a write up just for being late. If the school can avoid to do this, the kids will love it.

The school should serve better food. Because most of the days the school have the same lunch over and over again. The students don’t want the food to be the same all the time. The school should cook new food or something, and give it to the students. The students know that the school can do this things.
The school should have more sports activity and all those kind of stuff. Most of the students, especially boys, go to a certain school because of the sports and activities. Activities attract a lot of children and make them go to that school. They should get the music thing back because some students like music, too. I think these things can make Logandale a better school.

What would make Logandale a better school? The school should not write up the students for all the things they do. The school should serve better food. The school should have more sports and all those kind of stuff. Do you think the kids will go to the schools that like this?

Michael Joe Catogal, Life's Story

When the day came that i need to give birth to my first and only son, i was send to the very near
hospital. When i was giving birth to my son, every time i pushes him he keeps going back because his leg was tie in the umbilical cord. The doctors made a plan that i don't know what was
that, the doctor said push once again and i did. My son came out and i was so very happy, that i want to see him but i was so tired that i can't even open my eyes. I fall asleep and when i woke up, my baby was in my side and my parents. When i look at him and ask my mother to put him in my arms he look so cute. i think that was the best day of my life, when we go home his first day at the house he keeps crying and crying. At first i don't know what to do because i was still tired and all those staff. He eats a lot when he was a baby, he eats his food so fast and bad thing is when he finish eating he cries. I can't sleep that much back then because my son keeps crying when the time i want to sleep. Before i give birth we already give him the name Michael Joe Catogal. Michael likes to roll and roll all over our bed, so i need to put and pillow side by side so that he can't roll. The first word he learn is papa (father) then mama (mother) this are the first two word i teach him. When Michael starts to walk all of his cousins are playing with him. They will make a circle and put Michael in the middle of it and call his name, to find out which cousin he like the most. When we went to the mall to walk around, i let go michael and hide, watching him what will he do. He look around and saw a big, tall man and he hold the of the man and though that it was his father. His cousins are laughing and pick him up to walk around. The time goes by and my son grow a lot.