At my school, there is a lot of people. I am a Freshmen, and our graduating class alone, is more than 400 students. That is the largest amount of Freshmen in this school, EVER. Now just imagine, there is still Sophmores, Juniors, and Seniors. When you are walking between classes, and there is some random girls or boys, just STANDING in the hallway talking, or hugging, or whatever the heck they decide to do, you get angry. Especially if this is happening every single day. On more than one occasion, I have been hit with a bag, tripped, pushed, stepped on, yelled at, and I have gotten evil eyes, the weird thing is, I don't even know who they were.  I have yelled at some people to move, because they were standing in the door, talking to each other. There was like 4-5 people. Imagine a normal door, with 4-5 people just gathered there. There was no other door, and there was no hope of them moving, without being told to.

People can be complete idiots. I remember one kid in my science class asking if we were made out of dirt, he obviously wasn't paying attention, because we had just gone over the fact that we are made of atoms.

Remember those kids that just get on your nerves? The ones that "pay attention", but really don't, and you know they don't, because right as soon as the teacher is done explaining something they ask, "wait, where did you get that...?" Of course you probably do, there is at least one in every class. Well I have one, actually more than one, but this particular one, is annoying and can be very rude. Mrs. Not-So-Know-It-All, decides one day, in science class, to shove me, talk to me like she is the queen of this school, and she even stole my pencil, TWICE. I mean, I know it's just a pencil, but she didn't need to steal it, she could have asked to either borrow it, or asked for one. Especially, because I had given some to the teacher, that very same day... ***, Mrs. Not-So-Know-It-All?!?

Romeo and Juliet teaches a different aspect of young love. Young love is every where, in every direction. It is in the halls, at stores, and even the streets, when I am in the car driving by. I never really notice other peoples relationships, and how much I wish I could have what they have, until I am no longer in a relationship, like I have been for almost three months. After dating a guy named Patrick for five months and going 2-3 months without seeing each other physically, he decided it would be best to end things and still be friends. I can kind of relate to Romeo and Juliet, to a certain extent, with things like not wanting to be away from him for a certain extent of time. Knowing that sometimes words can not say everything we wanted to say. I know that cheesy moments, when I know almost exactly what he was thinking, when I was hugging him and looking into his eyes, or when my heart started to beat faster and louder, and started to flutter, when he said the three words, that every girl deserves to hear, “I love you”. The the cheesiest moment of all, when my lip quivered every time he grabbed ahold of me. When my friends asked what Patrick looked like, and I showed them, they all basically thought he was not attractive. But, when I looked at him, his personality, is all I saw. We may may not have know each other for long before we started dating, but like Romeo and Juliet, I would have taken a bullet or ran away, just to be with him, and he knew that.

I want someone who really loves me, sees what a mess I can get, how hard I am to handle, but still wants to be in my life… someone who calls me beautiful, instead of hot. Someone who calls me back when I hang up on him, who will stay awake just to watch me sleep. Someone who kisses my forehead, who wants to show me off to the world. Someone who holds my hand in front of his friends. Someone who thinks I’m just as pretty without make up on. Someone who is constantly reminding me of how much he cares about me, and how lucky he is to have me.
I want someone who looks at me, like I am the ONLY one in the room. Someone who walks around to hold my hand. Who could get me to take risks because I can trust him. Who’d back me in a corner, JUST to kiss me, REALLY kiss me, and move the hair out of my eyes, because it is at that certain length now. Someone whose smile would make my breath catch and my heart skip a beat. Someone who’d lie in the grass with me. Who’d be My Superman, because he knows that I need one, but won’t admit it. Who’d put up with all my craziness, because it makes him smile, and who’d act just as crazy to make me laugh…
I want someone who can wrestle me, and let me win. Who I can talk to about ANYTHING! Someone who says “I love you”, and means it, and just to prove it, he grabs my face, looks into my eyes and whispers “I love you, beautiful!” Someone who realizes I say things, but don’t always mean them. Someone who can tell me his problems and let me help. Someone who will kiss me and tell me I am beautiful. Someone who will simply be mine to hold, for however long I want to hold him…!
I’m amazed when I look at you. Not just because of your looks, but because of the fact that EVERYTHING I’ve ever wanted is right in front of me. I don’t care if we talk about absolutely nothing, I just want to talk to you. It’s not what I feel for you; It’s what I DON’T feel for anybody BUT you…!
Am I crazy for falling in love with you? Probably, but you’re everything to, you’re perfect for me. But the best part is… YOU LOVE ME TOO!
Like if you have loved or love someone right now....

Road of Life
Slippery from the ice that lay’s under the thin sheet of snow. I can hear the distant sounds of animals that I can’t even imagine naming. This road is long and narrow, it even has it’s occasional twists and turns. There seems to be houses that look vacant, however, they only appear every two to three hundred feet. Those two to three hundred feet feel like miles. I feel as though I have been stuck on this same road for years instead of hours, or has it been minutes, I guess I will never know. I saw one other person walking on this same road, he passed me on the opposite side of the street. But, when I turned around to get another glance he was gone.

2. Key of Knowledge
I continue to walk down this road and stumble upon a key. Who just leaves a key sitting in the middle of the road? Especially this road when it seems nobody even lives in these houses, not to mention that I haven’t seen a car pass me once. The key seems to have a name on it “ Dorothy.” The name is engraved in it. The key is what looks to be a bronze color with an almost puzzle piece like end to it. I wonder what it goes to maybe a diary or a hope chest. Either way I don’t think I really want to know that badly. I put in pocket anyway and continue on down the road.

3. Cup of Emotions
I get maybe a couple hundred feet from where I found the key, and then out of the corner of my eye I spot a cup. I go over and look at it even though I don’t really know why, I mean it’s a cup. Maybe it’s because of this road snapping at my senses. Anyway, I look at it and it seems to be a class cup that looks like it has been hit with rain a lot because of it’s yellowish,with a pale tan tint to it. It’s not broken so I pick it up and break so that way I can use it as a weapon or a tool if I need to protect myself or find food if I am on this road any longer. I say this as my stomach growls so loud it echoes off of the tree’s.

4. Tree of Relationships
In the faint distant I can see a broken down tree. It doesn’t look to be too big, however, as I am getting closer it seems to be getting bigger. Even though it isn’t big enough that I couldn’t lift it up and move it so that it’s not in my way and any car that decides to drive on this road, not that there will be. So I pick up the farthest end that is in the road and I drag it back towards the side of the road, this thing is heavier that it looks. I end up having to use my feet to kick the tree over a bump in the road, I should have worn better sneakers instead of my converses. I eventually get it to go over the bump, after numerous attempts, then finally the job is done and the tree is out of mine, and whoever decides to drive down the roads, way.

5. Wall of Death
First there was a tree in my way and now there is a wall. I can’t even find the top of it, or the ending to it. The reason I can’t see it is because I don’t think it’s even a normal wall. It seems to be made out of glass or plastic, I can see through but there is no way of getting on the other side of it. I am so frustrated at this stupid road and all of the things I have found, heard, and seen that I need to take my anger out on something. I punch the wall as hard as I can, and it shatters. A couple of pieces fell out of it, but instead of seeing a way through it I found a backing to it. This was no ordinary road, this was no ordinary wall, obviously. Then it hits me, this wall was a mirror. Instead of seeing through it I was looking at what I have already accomplished walking down this road. However, now I am stuck with nothing left to do but go back the way I came.

Noah: (My Ex)
"Jennifer for the 800th time I am GAY I have a boyfriend I am not into you, yeah I may feel bad for leaving but that wasn't my choice you really need to get that through your head. I understand we had love, but I need to love this other person that is in my life! OK we are happy, and I cant change that because he is the only thing that keeps me balanced, and I know it is hard and you may not understand, but a lot has happened in my life and I cannot help the way I feel, and you shouldn't try to push someone into something they don't want to do. I was yours but I cant be anymore, I live far away, and you live away from me, we just weren't meant to be any more. I am sorry for the hurt feelings, but my parents don't want me contacting anyone from my past life, because I had a bad past and they are doing me a **** favor by doing this because every time I think of the past I break down the wall that I just built up, and it is not only against you it is everyone that in that picture and I don't blame them. I need a break to breathe have this last year to be a kid, so I will see in the future, but I need my space and I think that you need yours."

Jennifer: (Me)
Noah it was a poem from hellopoetry.com I liked it and I thought you would too sorry that you didn't. It wasn't meant for my feelings towards you. Have a great life with your boyfriend I am happy for you. So yeah GOOD-BYE I guess.