Dream Makers vs. Dream Breakers

Dream makers are your parents , grand parents, friends.Dream Breaker are people who do bad things and don't give effort. I think I am a Dream Maker but I can some times be a Dream Breaker, I want to be a dream maker. I could change the ways that I sometimes treat people the way that I don't want to be treated. I don't like bully's but I sometimes am one you cant judge someone for who they are. I am very protective of my family. I do get mad but its nothing to get mad over its what they think. I love the way I live but that doesn't mean I cant change it I like to try new things but not the bad new things. I would never risk my life for alchol or drugs its just not right. You put everyone who cares about you at risk even the people you think don't care they do. Don't do things that you know are bad there a waist of time you could be out having fun with out those things. With friend and family not with people who could get you in the biggest trouble. The people who really Care will tell you to stop not the people who are just there to drink or do drugs those are bad influence you can make a difference teach others. Get a real job stay at the places that arn't gong to the dump places the police don't have to go to. Just stop and don't let drugs and alchol make a label for you it is a bad thing that that label is there. Put up a good defence mechanism's when some one gives you drugs or alchol hold up your shield. Go on the realty ride and see the easy way just keep crashing the hard way is hard but you will accomplish what you try to just try lift the weight and change. Climb out of the bad enviorment and in to a new one.That's what I'm going to.''excell to achive ok''. Mr.Lowery of Commandos U.S.A.

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tearing off my label song

tear the label off the can cause it cant tell me who I'am.i can.tell the label off the can cause it cant say who i am . Raggedy fresh and clean cant tell you who i am i could be a bad an good or even both but how do you know who i am . Whats inside me can tell you who i am so i could be a stacker a high class walker scratch that my label doesn't say that either .Raggedy ,fresh and clean cant tell you who i am i could be bad an good or even both but how do you know who i am. My teacher told me i was a snotty little brat she problables knows that i can act.

west african life as me

I was a west African slave. One day I got captured by the king Ferdinand his slave captures had corned me after I tried to run away I was sold away from my family. My mom and dad had got sold to someone else separately and my siblings to. I woke up chained to the boats blood covered floor with mucus from other sick or dead passengers, the smell was revolting with a blood bath literal people had jumped off sea carnivores animals had followed the boat to feed on over board passengers . My one and only friend had got the plague and died the day before we got to Europe it was a grusome moment. The person who had bought me had happened to be a big family a little girl and boy triplets I had to clean all room Cook all food wash all clothes. I had been a maid. My gosh The house they lived in had red doors and bright gray house with blue shudders a tiny apple tree withe a big juicy color oak tree. And a green wood swing tied to the tree bark and a beagle dog named friskey he was a big dog orangeish color with white.

My weekend october the 4

On Sunday sometime in the early after noon I got my toys from my addict. The expression in my face was screaming with enjoyment my cheeks were redder than flames dark boiling red as I pulled out each toy my expression changed from happy to sad with each toy but one toy the toy it was my tiny fairy doll toy she had darkish lavender purple eyes her short cut blue hair she had been wearing a low cut, blue jean skirt, a shirt with a a pink bow, cream tan lace for sleeves, from her belly button to her bow was a dark blue jean . Then i pulled out the large brats toy recording studio it had a creamy dark black color for a microphone it was Finley painted on the out side it was dark creamy vines with light white roses on the vines steams on the rime therest was was creamy crimson red.