How It Went

I use to lie awake at nights thinking of ways to kill my dad. Should I just go strangle him now while he is sleeping? Or maybe he is just too strong and would just throw me off and call the police. Then they would take me away without me getting any revenge. If only I could get hold on a gun. I would just threaten him and make him do crazy things like tell my mom that he was cheating on her with the dentist. My mom would never believe that he was cheating on her if I told her. If I threaten him before I kill him then I could make him suffer. Make him feel the pain I felt when mommy went to work at night and she would come. He would always make me go upstairs as soon as she got here. Even though I was only eight years old, I knew what was going on between the two of them. I had to do something about it. One day, I decided that it was time. Mommy had already gone off to work and she had already arrived. I noticed that every time she came over, they would put in a movie and about four or five hours later, they would be sleeping on the couch. So I waited. I layed in my bed and waited. For about four hours. Then, I did it. I finally did it. I crept down the stairs so quietly that even if they were still up, they would not hear me. I crept into the kitchen and pulled out the sharpest knife there was. And thats how I ended up here for the rest of my life.

My first day of first grade

My first day of 1st grade was really weird. When I walked into the classroom, I wondered why there were so many desk and no carpet or mats for us to take naps on. I didnt see any snacks or animal crackers for us on the teacher's desk and none of the other kids were crying while holding on to their parents. The teacher greeted me with a great smile on her face and asked me for my name. After I told her, she directed me to my seat and on my desk lay a worksheet with some things that i knew nothing about. There were numbers and dashes and even x's. "Today, we are going to learn about math." the teacher said.

Things I want to submit to Literary Magazine

1. NO TITLE
2. SEASONAL HAIKUS
3. When Being Bad Was Good...
   

When Being Bad Was Good...

I would never have my homework,
when the teacher would come my way.
She would sometimes ask me a question
but i would have nothing to say.

I would never do my projects,
not even my book reports too,
and when she would ask me why
Id say I had better things to do.

I would get detention after detention,
but I would never seem to go.
And even if I would get suspended,
My parents would never ever know.

And all of that would happened,
until I found out I had summer school.
And that is how it was,
when I thought that being bad was cool.