THE DOG  

           

As I was walking down the street, I saw an old, beautiful, brown dog laying on the grass. I went over to see if the dog had a collar with its name on it, I could not see one.  The dog looked worried, lost. I took my camera out, took a picture of the dog and posted it on the walls.  I was getting ready to take the dog to the vet, when it suddenly started to breathe heavily. Before I knew it, the dog had died, right there on the spot. I was heartbroken, but I buried him all the same. The news is still hard to hear and even harder to forget about.

           

The Giving Tree  

            I hated New York. Its litter, constant pollution and the fact that no one else cared. No one else helped the problem. I had enough, I was going stop it. 

About thirty years ago, I built a symbol in Central Park. The Giving Tree, that is what I called it. It took me roughly 20 years to build it.  The Giving Tree is a big hand with a tree in the middle.  It represents the Earth, in our hands and how we should take better care of it.  I want people to learn about taking care of our environment because if we do not, Earth will not last long. 

The Scream

I was walking into my room when suddenly the lights went out.  I heard a shrilling scream outside the window.  I sprang to it.  There was a person in black with a dagger on a guy’s throat.  My mind went through all of the possible ways to save him.  My heart told me to save him but my mind told me to stay in my room.  I was so scared.  I walked away to the window to inform my mom, but right then, another scream erupted. I turned around and the man was on the ground, bleeding. I was too late.