Moving day.

Well here it goes. Today is the lovely moving day.. As I sit on the couch and watch 6 guys pack up and move away all of our things. The fun times we had at this house are now packed away in the same colored boxes and stacked neatly on the truck. It's sad to say I'm going to miss thus piece of shit house.. The random stuff that happened here including the birth of my little brother.. As sad as it is I find some lovely humor out of the packers. Sitting at the dinning room table I over heard a conversation about how hot she is. Thinking to myself and how I'm the only girl here I'm like wow.. they are talking about me in Spanish how nice so I respond back in Spanish and they look at me like omg she heard.. Funny as hell. For the next 10 mins they would walk into a room away and say "can you here me now..good" in Spanish then they would start laughing.. Crazy movers..

Narrative Essay

Chapter 1: The Story

The rain was pouring that night, so much so that you couldn’t see your hand in front of your face. I guess it was a sign from somewhere. But you know me I never listen..  I should of just said no. But I didn’t.. Everything was fine until I woke up in the hospital trying to yank a IV out of my arm and swat away some spooked nurse who I guess didn’t expect me to move. I mean from her perspective I would of done the same thing, she was probably minding her own business repeating what she always does and then BAM!  Just like Michael Myers back from the dead I spring up from the bed.  This little incident I decided was the key reason why we moved in the first place. If that didn’t happen then what I’m about to tell you next would not have happened.

This all started I wanna say when I moved to a different school my freshmen year. This should have been a chance to turn over a new leaf, a new image and a chance to make new friends. If only I knew it wasn’t going to be that simple. I got my classes from the main office and made my way around campus trying to look for Ap Biology. Some kid that walked by told me it was near the main quad, so I walked in the general direction of his wondering finger and passed a soda machine and I sign on the wall that read “ school dance this Friday” I spotted a red door with R-7 written in black permanent marker on a small sign posted next to the door. Finally I found it, kind of a weird place to put a door but eh I found it at least. So I’m making my way towards the door by trying to take as much time as possible before I would have to open said door. Eventually I’m going to have to open it, I mean someone is going to walk by and watch me walk in slow motion and think I’m special or something. Just like at. Never mind. Anyways back to this door, I realized that I couldn’t prolong it any further and put my hand on the door and slowly turn the handle. I’m thinking to my self I really hope I don’t trip. The door comes flying open and in a flash I’m standing in front of the entire class.

            I look towards the corner in the front and see an older grey haired man sitting at a desk with his glasses half way down his nose. I briskly walk over like I own the place, reach out my hand and say “hello I’m Sophie… I’m ne.” “Why yes yes I know who you are” said the grey haired man “please go have a seat while I find you a lab partner.” I look around real quick and find a spot towards the back in front of two preppy chicks that were painting their nails and talking about their plans for some dance I guess. I sat down in the chair and all at once I feel like a tiny bug under a microscope being examined by every move I made. Acting like I didn’t care I took this time to look around my new classroom. I noticed home made posters on the wall and DNA shaped beads hanging from the ceiling and a stack of un-used text books on a bookcase that looked like it jumped out of a 60’s catalogue. “Ahemm.. This is yours and Pat is your lab partner.” I looked down from the ceiling and found the grey haired man staring at me holding a huge text book, “Uh..” as he basically drops the book on my desk. “I’m Mr. Ike by the way, homework is usually on the front board and is expected on the next day right when you come in. This book is to be with you 24/7 and that’s about it, if you have any questions I’m in here at lunch on most days.” He walked away back to his desk as I was sitting there staring at thing on my desk that he called a book.

By now most of the kids stopped staring at me and went back to their conversations, I took this time to look around for my lab partner “ Pat”. What kind of name is Pat to begin with.. I decided it wasn’t a kid near the front with red hair or the kid sitting on one of the lab tables surrounded by a bunch of jocks. Then all of a sudden this kid who was near the door was looking at me. Like not the normally kind of hey look it’s a new kid,.. But the kind like he knew something like he wasn’t supposed to. I stared at him and then I hear from behind “see something you like?” She said. “Uh What?”  I replied..  “In case your wondering he is like the hottest kid in school, so you might not want to bark up that tree” she said. “I wasn’t barking at…” The bell rang cutting me off mid sentence as everyone booked it for the door. I was left sitting in my seat digesting what just happened.

The rest of the day was uneventful, I spent it learning useless facts about History, random math equations that made your head spin and your calculator cry and don’t let me get on the subject involving the school food. I swear it was crawling off my plate. The first day of a new school I manage to make no new friends, trip at least seven times, but hey at least by the end of the year I will have muscular arms from carrying around this stupid book.

I walked home after school and of no surprise to me my mom was not home. Whatever I thought, as I made a quick raid of the kitchen fridge and went upstairs to try and tackle some homework. Around eleven thirty is when I heard the garage door open and I knew it was my mom, not just because she is the only one who can slightly stand me but also because it’s the same routine every night. Gone before I wake up and home after I’m usually asleep. So in some ways I don’t think she can stand me. In a weeks time we spend maybe two or three hours in the same room, I guess that’s my own fault. Its not like she agreed to fly all the way out hear with me because she had some amazing new job. No she did it because know one else would. I spent the rest of the night tossing and turning in my bed because of the same dream I have had since the incident. It plays out the same yet each time I watch it, I feel like I’m in it again except I’m seeing it happen through the other person. I see the bright lights swerve in to my direction and I slam on the  “ Hello you early risers its 6.00am.. the weather forecast calls for sunny skies and temp…” this in new… wait.. Shut up you stupid alarm clock I lean over and smack the crap out of it as it falls to the floor and continues blaring the weather forecast and traffic reports… traffic report… in other words  blue skies, four die in car accident,  text in to win concert tickets… I swear radio shows have no emotions. I slide on a pair of jeans and head down stairs and enjoy my morning ritual of frosted flakes and watching Mr. Sid walk little tinkle.

Chapter 2 :  Collision

I lock the front door and start my walk to school, although this is only my second day I have walked this path many times over the 8 months since moving here, which up until yesterday I spent my days at home or walking through the forest. I was not aloud to attend school on the account of probation and a psych evaluation saying I was unfit to be around or in the environment of other people my age.  Somebody fucked up somewhere and now I’m safe to be in the school-learning environment. I just think its because my mom couldn’t stand looking at me and paid someone off to write off that I am emotionally stable. What ever.. So I’m waiting for the walk light to switch over when out of the corner of my eye I spot Pat, yet for some reason he is walking away from the school, I’m staring at the back of his head when all of a sudden he turns around really quick and looks right back at me. Like he has some kind of telepathy or something. He motioned for me to come and I stood still like a deer in headlights…

Part of me is thinking hell yes I will follow you to anywhere. I mean come on he is like a better-looking version of Edward Cullen and his t-shirt is just the right amount of tightness that shows the outline of his muscular shoulders…  Before the conscious part of my brain got the chance to determine if this was a good Idea I booked it across the street in the opposite direction of the school and stopped just short of Pat. “Hello” I said. He just stood there looking me over like some kid about to devour a box of chocolates he was told to stay out of.  “Hi. I called you over here because we need to clarify some things.” “Uh ok” I said as he shifted his backpack to his other shoulder. Ok first off I’m completely grossed out when it comes to dissection, so you are going to have to take over. Are you serious… that’s what you made me run like a wild animal over here for.. .as he seemed to look genuinely upset. Fine. . I turned around to make my way back to school when he comes up beside me and actually starts walking with me, like we have known each other since birth. I noticed the closer we got to the school the more people seemed to stare at us. We weren’t even holding hands we just happened to walk in the same direction yet that was enough of a cue for people.

I finally got why Pat was talking to me about Dissection.. I walked into class followed by Pat and almost as if someone shoved road kill up my sinus’s the smell of artificially preserved  donor cat filled my nose. I put my bag on my seat and went to the lab station where displaced before me was a black cat pinned by the arms on a metal platter. It wouldn’t of been that bad if its eyes weren’t open.. “I’m pretty sure you have all noticed the cats  on your lap station, today your mission is to break into the rib cage of each of your cats, please take caution not to cut too deep we don’t want any cut or broken intes…” This is about when  everything went blurry and the last thing I remember is Pats hand touching my lower back, and him saying something  but I couldn’t hear.. I woke up in the nurses office with Pats jacket laying across me like a blanket, I sat up and all at once my head felt like it was going to blow up. I tried to stand up but my legs buckled and I fell off the bed. In one quick motion as if I never touched the floor I was back in the bed . “Wow easy now.. you hit your head pretty hard… the nurse says you might have a concussion..” Pat voice seemed to make my head pound even harder”.. ah.. ok.. please stop talking now.. “I said as  I covered my eyes with my arms.  “Well I brought you something to eat” as he put a brown paper bag next to me on the bed.  Thanks I sat up but he was no longer in the room. I opened the bag and found a chocolate bar and a little piece of paper that read.

Pat-  707-853-1125

Call me if you need anything.

I broke a small piece of chocolate off the bar and chewed on it slowly when the nurse came in and informed me that my in case of emergency is not getting off work to come and get me so I would have to walk home. “If you need a ride sugar I can give you one but I don’t leave until close to 6” she said. “Oh I’m ok I can walk I don’t live that far off.” “Just be careful and remember to stay hydrated” she said as she stepped out of the room. I lay there for a few more minutes until I happen to look at the clock and see that it displayed 4.23. I slowly stood up and manage to pick up my backpack and put it on. This was going to be hell I could already tell. I got all the way out front of the school and already felt like I was going to pass out.. I reached in to my back pocket and pulled out the small piece of paper. He did say to call if I needed anything. I took my cell phone out and punched in the numbers and called him. “Hello. Sophie is that you?” “Yea.. I hate to do this too you but can you come back to the school and drive me home?” “Yea sure ill be there in a few” he said as he hung up the phone. In less then a second a black car came out of the  school parking lot and stopped right in front of me. “Wow that was fast” I said. “I have soccer practice after school” he said as I opened the door and slide into the passenger seat. My head was still pounding as I laid my head against the head rest, I closed my eyes when I felt a hand touch the side of my right leg. “Wow… rea..” I opened my eyes to see pat putting on my seat belt for me .. “thanks” I said as I laid back in the seat. “Ok where am I going” he asked. “Go straight until you hit a giant pot hole then take a left.” “Do you seriously know how to get to your house with your eyes closed?” “Yep.” I said as I pointed forward and motioned for him to drive. “Well ok then off we go.” His car made a buzzing noise that seemed to sing me to sleep. I felt the little bumps of the road as we made our way I felt the pot hole and the left turn. We were on this road for about 5 minutes when I told him to take another left. “Do you even know where we are at” he said to me. “Yes it’s a left then the third house on the right.” I felt the car take another left and shortly after come to a stop.  I open my eyes and take off my seat belt. “Thanks for the ride” I said as I  tried to get out. Pat got out and helped me up the front steps of my house, I tried to unlock the door but ended up scratching the paint off instead eventually I got the key in the  handle. I opened the door and made my way inside. I turned around and saw pat leaning against the door. “Are you going to be ok” he asked “yea im fine. “He came inside anyways and closed the door.

Chapter 3:  Midnight

I walked into the kitchen and sat in one of the bar chairs, pat followed as he looked around I guess waiting for someone to come out of a back room or from downstairs to say hello.  “Know one is ever home” I told him as he leaned against the kitchen counter and looked at me. “What?” I said as the staring became a little annoying.  “Nothing nothing… I just don’t get you.” He said as he stretched his arms above his head. In doing this his shirt rose and the top of his boxers were showing. I glanced down and immediately looked back up when his hands jokingly went down and covered his entire groin  and made a girlie scream like someone just walked into him while he was taking a shower. I laughed and for the first time in a long time I was actually happy. The next hour and a half we spent talking, I popped some popcorn and we sat in the living room watching TV until I fell asleep on the sofa. I woke up around 11ish to the sound of my moms scream, I jerked up off the couch and see Pat tripping over the coffee table. “ I’m not trying to take anything I swear I just..” “Get the hell out of my house you thief I’m going to call the police” my mom said. “ Mom mom. He is not a burglar, his name is pat and he just fell asleep”  I stood up and got in-between my mom and pat. “He is just a friend, everything is ok” my moms ferocious look seemed to cool down some and she went from mass murder eyes to unwelcome guest.

My mom walked in to the kitchen to cool off and I took Pat by the arm and lead him outside to his car. “Look thanks for keeping a eye on me but you really have to leave” I said. He looked at me and smiled. “What? “  He leaned down right in front of my face and for some reason I felt my heart thump against my chest. I look up into his eyes and for a second I forget about everything in my past. Everything in my life that I can’t stand, wash’s out of my memory as I stand there breathing heavily with his lips so close to mine. I can feel his breath against my face as my eyes slowly close and the pressure of his lips take over every thought in my mind. Flashes of bright colors dance around in my head and in a flash as quick as it began its gone. He pulls away from me with a smile he turns and leaves me standing at the end of the driveway.  I look up into the moon and everything in my life seems like it will be ok as long as I have Pat in my life. 

Evening Star dish with a side of BBQ Jason.

In Chapter Twenty-one we can see that Bone is out for revenge against his father and Jason the man who killed I-Man, Bones best friend and actual father figure. We learn that the Bone sleeps with Evening Star to feel closer to his beloved friend I-man and for some revenge against his father who thinks Evening Star is property and not a person. Bone on the other hand See's Evening Star as a person and that his dad cant have everything in his life. So he sleeps with her and says he does it because it will erase the time when Bone told his dad that I-man slept with Evening Star. Thus Bone creates this feeling close to I-Man when he sleeps with Evening Star. After This encounter Bone goes and watches his dad sleep, he comes to the conclusion that his dad even looks evil when he sleeps and ends up leaving him a note. Then he ventures out to seek revenge for I-Mans death. He finds Jason by the BBQ and all hell breaks lose. When Bone has relations with Evening Star I don't think that was right.. First off Grossss!!! She is a gross scary black hole that for lack of better words F's anything that moves. She sleeps with Paul, I-man and Bone (who is the son of Paul). Plus she is always wearing skimpy outfits that show off her females parts and doesn't care who is looking as long as they look. I think Bone could of got revenge by doing something else besides sleeping with evening star, seriously what is this revenge of? nothing really. My opinion of him changed when he had relations with his dads girlfriend... I mean he has not made the best decisions by doing drugs and not being in school but as soon as he slept with Evening Star he was defiantly knocked down to low standards on my ranking symptoms. But his revenge towards his dad and Jason could of been alot better. All he did to Jason was talk to him like I-Man and Jason ended up tripping on his own burning himself, and then bone freaked out and ended up helping Jason to find the pool so he would stop burning. I mean come on if your going to take revenge on someone then you cant feel bad if they get hurt.. let alone help them after your the reason he was in dangers way to begin with. To get revenge you have to regret nothing that happens. Not help them as soon as something bad happens. The Author creates this encounter to show us how much Bone has really changed, yet how he still holds on to something pure because he cant finish Jason off and he even helps him. Bone wants to be this Bad Ass person yet he still holds on to something pure.

death... guns...

Lets see reaction to 19... that would be the one before 20 but after 18. Chapter 19 was full of lots of surprise. It started out kinda slow but as it progressed it changed to a very entertaining, well as entertaining as death can be. The ending was strange... i did not expect that to happen I thought I-man would have gotten away but it turns out his so called "magic" wore out and all his drug selling self caught up with him. Its really typical for the Bone, this book is full of "sexual adventures" and drug related deaths. Every thing in this book screams death, drugs or "relations" so it did not shock me a lot after i read about I-mans death... I mean it really sucks cause he really helped the story along.. but I guess he had it coming. 
This book also has all the stuff that parents or adults don't talk to us about. It portrays the life of a child who is thrown into a adult world and is expected to act like a adult in every way. He is constantly surrounded by drugs, drug lords, violence, and people always sleeping around and having a affair with everybody and there mother... You can really see this in the birthday party that is thrown for Bone, yet everyone at the party pretty much ignored him and did there own thing, his own dad also left and went to a different drug related party at a hotel. Also Paul Dorset is having a affair with another woman while he is involved with evening star. Shortly after the party is over and lots of people go back home evening star is found with I-man... Bone tells and this conversation starts between him and his dad about how evening star is not a person but rather a property. This is something you should not even think about let alone say to your child. 
I think that its a mixture of chappie and I-mans fault that he is dead. I-man has done alot of stuff going on in his life that makes him a target and the fact that chappie(bone) told on I-mans adventure with evening star alos put alot of pressure on I-man i think if he didnt get shot now then in the near future he would have died just the same.  

brown chicken brown cow....

Chappie... Chappie....Chappie.... His dream finally came true and he met his long lost father by accidently running in to him in Jamaica. We come to find out that Paul Dorset( chappies real dad) is a doctor who is also working on the side as a drug dealer and lives in a giant over size house complete with a pool, garden, statues and lets not for get Evening Star. Evening Star is a heavy set good looking woman who is involved with Paul Dorset. Now this seems like the perfect set up that chappie has always wanted. A nice house two loving parents and drugs galore. But my first impression of Evening Star is a fake wanna-be Rasta. She talks in a fake Rasta accent and is always throwing her female parts at people. But she seems caring, and opens her house to stray animals and visiting americans who are on vacation( or so they say). 


Shortly after chappie starts living with his real dad and Evening Star, they throw him a Birthday party, complete with a giant sign, tons of people and a bunch of foods. Chappie who has not had a real Birthday party for some time really enjoyed it found only one thing that he really wanted but didnt get. A Birthday cake. Even though Chappie things that singing happy birthday is really cheesy he was really looking forward to it. But is soon occurred to him that maybe the party wasn't for him. That it was more to get together all the drug dealers in one place. This so called party showed that his dad and Evening Star dont care about him as much as Chappie though they did. Its not that Bone ( Chappie) really is asking for alot, this just shows how self centered everyone at the party is. Chappies dad really shows his true colors during this party, he uses his long lost sons birthday party as a place to sell his drugs and do his coke.  Seems like chappies dream of a loving, caring home with his dad isnt as nice as he hoped or dreamed it would. Even his new mom ( Evening Star) shows her true side when she Brown Chicken Brown cow I-man in her own home when Paul Dorset was upstairs. 

Coming of age..

Rule of the Bone is a coming of age novel. Russell Banks the author uses topics and instances that can actually happen in day to day life of a teenager, but most authors don't use it in their writings. Coming of age novel I would describe as the unspoken taboo. The things that happen everyday and everyone knows about but doesn't speak of. Every kid knows about sex, drugs and pedophiles but everything we read doesn't talk about it. This book opens up teenagers to the real world, to what actually can happen in a family.  " Get the hell back here, Im gonna Fuck you right once and for all!" This quote from the book really captures what could happen and does happen by step-parents. ( I'm not saying all step parents would say this to a step child). But you hear about this thing happening but you cant really think of anything to say cause you don't know the people it happened too. But reading this book you come to love and care about chappie( the main character) and it hits home when his step dad tries to rape him. " he made me touch his dick and suck on it for him" this is another one of those we hear about it all the time but it doesn't really hit any nerves unless we know who it is. Since we know the character chappie then we instantly have much harder feelings towards whats happening to him, and since we haven't read anything or our parents haven't told us stories about this happening then i think when we read it for ourselves it takes on a new meaning and we kinda grow with it. " all the lies he told to my mom and made me tell too so she wouldnt find out" This is another one of those things that kids hear about and actually do, but when we read we understand the difference from little white lies we tell to people and lies that keep the secrets that can make or break a family apart. This book does a excellent job on talking, exploring and opening the things some parents dont talk about, it sheds light on topics that people stay away from. 
some coming of age things that I have experienced do not come close to what chappie has gone through but I do remember when I got my drivers license. I remember freaking out when they said i passed and how happy I was. This little piece of hard plastic was my ticket to coming and going as I pleased. It was like I could decide when and where I would go. Also when I went and got my tattoo. Most people are probably thinking like wow really a tattoo is coming of age. But for me it was. Its a permanent decision that you live with forever and you make the decision all by yourself. Its what you want and its like your first real thing on your own.

Jamacia it up mon...

 Lets talk about a bus, but let us imagine this bus in two different time eras. First picture this " There were three or four old mattresses on the floor and some really moldy looking sleeping bags and a couple of living room chairs with the stuffing coming out that looked like they came from the dump and a table made from boards and cinderblocks with piles of dirty pans and dishes all over it and old clothes and newspapers..." Now that you have that kind of picture in your head. It sounds homely doesnt it?. Oh lets not forget the lovely characters Richard and James. These are your average college drop out kids who smoke weed, drink beer and live in a bus in the middle of a waste field. Well maybe not "average", Im pretty sure they have gone completely bonkers. The have dirty habits, don't bathe and have no sympathy towards the world. Chappie lives with " The bong brothers" for a while until he sells a stolen licence plate to them and takes off with Russ. Lets fast forward a bit, to the same bus but in the future. "...Sunlight streaming in though the windows and then I saw all these incredible plants in cans and jars and wooden tubs and old barrels." Well this sounds more like a nice place. This is where in the story we run into a great character i-man. I-man is from Jamacia and is one with the earth and is influencing with the way he thinks and what he says. He grows fruit and veggies off the good parts of the land, ( along with weed). My first reaction was the I-man was another druggie, but after a few pages he turned out to be like a older father(one that doesn't molest him when he sleeps) figure to Chappie. But some strange things start to happen during the firework celebration during the 4th of July. I-man goes  in to run away slave mode and freaks out. Saying the explosions are gun fire. This leads anyone to believe that he got shot at alot, or was living in a environment that had alot of violence.

I-man is from Jamaica and is constantly talking about the wars, battles and suffering his people have endured during his life time. But to understand what or where he is coming from lets get some review in.

 Jamaica is in the Caribbean Sea and is home to more then 2,847,232 people. Although its in the middle of the sea its economy is rich in agriculture, mining, and of course tourism. An estimated 1.3 million tourist visit Jamaica every year. Through the years Jamaica has been increasing in gang related crimes. Knowing this I believe I-man thinks of the gang related problems and slave stations in his home town, when the fireworks started going off.






Hallie Selasie- is said to be god reincarnate. He ruled in Jamaica and was said to lead eternal peace. 
Rastafarianism- rejection of western society and movement or follower of Hallie selasie. 
Bob M- Jamaican singing who influenced the social problems of his home land.
Malcolm X- inspirational speaker, who spoke of human rights, and the troubles of basic rights towards those of color.

BBQ!! MMmm...

Russ is standing over me as wake up from a nap I didn't even knew I took. I guess being in a room thats hotter then a sauna on a summer day makes you tired as hell. "Dude.. hah man you look like a BBQed pig." I gave Russ one of those this is all your fault looks, but thats hard to do when there's duck tape covering your mouth.Russ starts at the task of untieing my ankles as a loud banging sound comes from the other side of Russ's door. At first me and Russ think its just another one of the bikers dumb smashing fest and something broke but a few seconds later we hear it again. I rip the tape off my mouth as Russ collects a small bag of his clothes and personal belongings. On account that im ready to leave this hell hole Russ calls a home I wait on the balcony outside of the window. "Russ leave the poster we can get a new one.." "Shit no man this is my favorite one.." I came back in the window to try and tear Russ away from his beloved poster when all of a sudden we hear the lock to the door open and the door handle turn ever so slightly. Russ jumps and hides under a pile of dirty clothes and I jump on the bed and lay down as if nothing happened and I never moved. The door opens enough to let a figure slide in and in one quick motion the door is closed behind him as if the figure slid through the door itself. I look over at the pile of clothes on the floor and see Russ's shoe sticking out between a old pair of pants. The figure moves towards me and begins to take shape. That unshaven look, those eyes that gave you the entire spot light were staring right at me.. "Hey kid.. wheres my twenty.." If living with the bikers have taught me anything it would be running. I jumped off Russ's bed and ran towards the open window, half of me was out of the window when I felt a strong hand on my foot, I looked down and saw the hand of Buster Brown pulling me back in, I kicked my legs and let out a  "Get the hell off me you freak.." in the process of trying to get out I managed to knock the curtains off and rip down the curtain rod. Just when I thought I couldnt pull myself away the grip on my foot loosened "Get your hands off of him.. Man.."  Turning around I noticed Russ was on Busters back and choking him with a old sock, his face was a deep red and he let go of my foot and slumped to the floor, Russ had a tight grip on the sock around busters neck and was still pulling as hard as he could. "Russ.. dude what the fuck are you doing let go.... knock it off man.. he has had enough" I said as Russ was still holding tightly. The spot light in Busters eyes faded and his face was a deep purple and almost looked like a giant bruise rather then a mans face. "Russ knock it the fuck off..." I said as I shoved Russ off Busters limp body... " What the hell did you do man.." Russ and I looked down at Busters body... His eyes were slightly open and warm wet liquid trickled out of his mouth and nose. Russ was staring at him intently when suddenly it smelt like charred clothing. It was the first time I notice that I couldnt even see out the window on account of all the smoke. During my struggle I knocked over the curtains that landed on the space heater which fell on to the pile of dirty laundry.. " Russ we gotta go man, like now" Russ was still staring at the body when I was trying to plan a escape. The window by now was blocked by a fire ball of clothes, so the only option was the door. " Russ! " Russ snapped out of what ever was blocking his mind and looked up at me with a look in his eyes of shear panic. " Theres nothing we can do man... just leave him" I said as I picked up the curtain rod and wrapped my blanket around one end and stuck it in the fire so it would lite, the blanket started up in a few spikes then the fire engulfed the entire blanket with one arm holding the curtain rod and the other pulling Russ, we ran towards the door and opened it with out looking back, the bikers were all chilling out and smoking shunk when we came through. " What the fuc..." was all joker said before I threw the curtain rod and all onto the sofa where immediately it started on fire in a blaze of colors. Russ and me pushed past the boxes of stolen VCRS  and managed to get through the front door and took two steps at a time, which then landed us outside the video den " Get down" Russ screamed as part of the steps collapsed nearly knocking Russ in to me. Screams filled our ears as we ran further and further down the dark alley. Taking a glance behind me I saw a explosion of dark reds and oranges...

Mannequines anyone...

The Author of Rule of the Bone writes in a way that captures and portrays a teenager. From the mindless cursing to the lack of any real punctuations. If someone showed me a sample or writing from this I book I would guess that the speaker is younger, because the writing style does not sound like anything a educated adult would say.

 The Canadian and the little girl with him seemed really wrong. Can I hear three cheers for feeling a little bit scared and creeped out. "HIP HIP WOO..HIP HIP WOO..HIP HIP..WOO". I mean sure he could have been a great guy, but I don't know any parent who has kids and make them wear summer attire during winter when its snowing. Let alone the girl didn't even have socks on, and seemed fully out of it and roaming around a packed mall during the crazy cramped holiday season. I don't know about you but that's like worse then black Friday.. I personally do not trust this "Canadian" (granted he might not even be Canadian). Too many signs point to.. well a few things.. 1.Mass Murderer 2.Child pedophile 3.Crack Addict... personally I don't trust any of those...

Chappie goes back to the event that happened not too long ago, where he was caught stealing things from Victoria's secret, this is where the book once again reunites chappie to his parents. But this is anything but the happy reunion. Chappies stepfather is willing to send him to jail and treats chappie like a little kid and wont let him explain anything. Bart who is a over sized "rent-a-cop" from the mall also treats chappie like he is a nose picking five year old with no moral standards and know matter what,he is always doing something wrong. Chappie soon comes to the thought that he is never going home, at least not if his step-father is still there.

 So anyone who has read this book knows that chappie is completely hooked on drugs. But really how much do we really know about them. Lets break it down...
In the year 2009 alone 30.567 people were arrested for drug related incidents.

DEA Drug Seizures
Calender Year	Cocaine kgs	Heroin kgs	Marijuana kgs	Methamphetamine kgs	Hallucinogens dosage units
2009	49,339	642	666,120	1,703	2,954,251
2008	49,823.3	598.6	660,969.2	1,540.4	9,199,693

http://www.justice.gov/dea/statistics.html <-- more info on drugs

Rule of the bone...

The Main character... is Crazy.. In the book they call him Chappie. He lives with his mother and step dad in a house that doesnt have alot of fancy things. Chappie is always skipping school,smokes alot of weed, and is always looking for things in his house to steal and sell for money to fund his drug habit.. After chappie leaves his house and becomes a run away( even though he recalls that his parents kicked him out) he stays at his friends house who lives with bikers.. Chappie comes up with this crazy idea that maybe if he can get really nice presents fro his parents that they will take him back and forget about what he did... he goes on this really long ramble on how he will march up to the house with all his stuff and a bag full of presents and knock on the door and once his moms come to the door he will say Merry Christmas... and give him to them and then his step dad will let him back in the house.. Then as a family they will all go drink eggnog and watch reruns of the cosby show...I think he wants that loving home.. that place where he can go and fee safe and loved and happy. He doesnt want to be or act the way he does he wants his mom to love him and care about him. But he doesnt know how to change, he has been living like this since his dad left when he was younger. As he has this thought about the Christmas fanstasy I really think he wants a normal family, that he doesnt want to be this thing that he has turned in to.

      At a first glance this book reminds me of Catcher In The Rye. The same kind of teen problems that leads to them running away. So far I like the book, I think its pretty cool how he write like a teenager.

Most parents dont even know why kids run.. why they pack up a bag and disappear... doing so research(by research I mean about five minutes looking at different internet sources trying to find a connection, so its not really researching)

The lose of a loved one(mom or dad) so the step-mom or step-dad takes over.

Under-16 runaway rates
7% in two-parent families
14% in lone-parent families
22% in stepfamilies
The facts tell an impersonal tale. It's estimated that more than 1.5 million U.S. youth run away or are sent away from home yearly, 68% are between the ages of 15-17, 35% had run away before. Every year approximately 5000 runaways and homeless youth die from assault, illness, and suicide.   (http://www2.lv.psu.edu/jkl1/runawaylives/) <--- info on runaways...