ELA Reflection

My top 3 post are: Survive.
                             The Day I Tried To Escape The Games
                             Changing A Life
My Best Example of Creativity is my post "Survive". The reason why is because I really got carried away at trying to put a vivd image in my reader's mind.

Evidence of My Growth As A Writer is my post "Survive". I got better at using better words to describe.

Proof I am A Thinker is the blogpost "Changing A Life". This is the first time I really used creative ideas and connected it to the real world.

Suvive.

  Here I am again. All lonely here in a world built for Billions of people but only one inhabits it. Everyday I miss my family and all the great times we had spent. But look at me now, I have gone crazy and had died emotionally inside. Ever sense the whole world has started to die off the whole population has been wiped off the earth. Now let me start at the time before the virus broke out and killed the whole population.

  It was the year of 2035, the year was still fresh in my mind. That was the year that the whole world started to go crazy because of the latest headlines. At the time I was 15, schools couldn't be accessed because many students were infected and the virus can be quickly spread by just simply talking. I was one of the lucky ones because My brother worked at the government lab at Boston that was preparing to ship out mass numbers of medicine. He took advantage of this and he stole a crate full. When he came home he had a such a happy expression on his face and I knew what that meant.

  We opened a black market business at a black market in the outskirts of Boston. We sold the stolen medicine trying to get enough money to get a flight to, New Franklin, that was created by the government created to house several important people. Months past and I left the place and I left the place to my brother. Later that day the government raided the place and shot the poor guy, basically I made it out in time. Good thing I kept some bottles to my self. There I was all alone.

  Man, I'm not going to lie but I cried my eyes out because of my brother’s death. I don't have time to cry, I need to keep on going on live up the family name. I came to a choice that I will go to New Franklin, no matter what it takes and nothing will stop me.

  It was the summer of the year 2037. The World population has fallen flat to a population of 2 billion. Yeah two years before the population was 7 billion. Well we all know what killed the population. After government got the shock many women were forced to go to hospitals to get pregnant, trying to build up our population back up. Many people got angry and started to loot and burn places down in response to that. I decided to go with the grain and loot some several items from stores. When I get the money from the profits, I put it under my shoe because there is no such thing as banks now in days.

  Several weeks pass and many people have started to use violence in their never ending protests trying to get the national view. In response the government laid of the whole budget for the whole police force  because they thought there was no point in stopping the never ending protest.

  The next day woke up to the sound of multiple gunshots and screams. In shock I quickly grabbed my old brother’s jacket and grabbed a random pair of jeans and quickly headed outside to see what was happening. What I saw was unbelievable. There was big splats of blood on the streets and dozens of government officials lying lifeless on the streets. There was an uprising taken place right in front of me.

  With this it convinced me to go back to my apartment and quickly get my stuff and flee the place. On my way out I saw a disturbing sence. There was this strong muscular man that was going crazy (maybe because of the virus)  pointing a small brown compact pistol at some random person’s head and he was shouting “Please... spare my life... I give you anything... just name it.” the random guy said hopefully. His mournful cries ended with a sound of a bullet. Man! What has this world turned to! I understand but whats with killing people just for fun.

  It was the spring of 2038 and things have not gotten better. More and more are dieing off.  WHO (World Health Organization) has sent their quarterly report to the government and the world population has hit under the 10 million mark. With this, world governments have come to a choice to just simply shut down government operations. The president made a formal announcement on one of the big screens in time square stating that the United States of America has had a good run by now its closing its doors for good. For the fallowing days also many countries have also sent messages about their countries also getting shut down.   

 For weeks there is nothing but vacant buildings and the sound of wind flowing through my ears.  There is no sign of human activity so I decided to scrap my former plans and to just find some city to call my own. Past Rumors are said that the City of Atlanta is empty has many resources like food and abandoned housing.

 That's were I am now, living in the roots of Atlanta. This area is just full of gloomy and dead feelings combined in one. On the daily basis I see old rotted steel carcasses of cars and once thriving communities turned into a wastelands of junk and the former foundations of houses. Everyday I go out and see what I can savage from water to food, to anything. Presence of former life here just haunts my imagination everyday. Its a really terrible feeling that is eating apart of me.Everyday I ponder this unanswered question: Why was I chosen to be one of the last alive and to suffer with this awful pain?

The Day I Tried To Esacpe The Games

  In the clear Summer sky there is something as size of a speck wondering around in the sky . That Speck is a small military private plane that will be sending five people to their graves. The people on the plane are in their mid 20’s to 30’s ready to face starvation and anxiety. Some of the people are just straight out crying or trying to conceal the falling tears.

  Besides the crying the pilot is a really getting annoying. The pilot of the plane is named Brain Johnson. He really has a good reputation of making jokes at a really bad time. He actually laughed when he saw the dead body of his friend at a funeral, yeah disturbing. Anyways back to the story. That’s how it was for the rest of the flight, just hearing people cry or hearing truck loads Brains dumb jokes.

  “We have arrived to your graves” said Brain. We are above of what was New York City. In school I learned that this place was attacked by Russia and Korea during 2025 in order to expand their never ending empires. Of what was left was a vacant New York City. Below us we notice a once thriving community that was once know as Times Square, has been replace with wildlife and thick patches of grass and rioting advertisement. Companies that I never knew heard of like Coca Cola and Apple had numerous advertisements posted every where. Wow, how I imagined a city of Millions of people fleeing this iconic place during the first days of war. Sky scrappers that used to make up the infamous NYC skyline has been eroded and partly destroyed by mostly Russia in WW3 . Other than that its just full of old Russian, Korean and American tanks. Everybody noticed that one part of the city has been cleared out in order to setup several high-tech equipment . A  tall bright red radio tower, a field satellites, and power generators that can power the capital of New Washington DC, have been installed to make sure the show goes on smoothly.

 When we made touchdown at what was a runaway but now that was reduce to a cobbed road.  Later everybody started to think about all the money they can win and all the fame they will get. Man the thought of money just gets wants me to go and kill.

  Soon enough we all abandoned the small crowded plane and started to let the atmosphere sink in. While everyone was talking to each other about first impressions of the island, a muscular man with a pair of Threadbare Jeans, White T-shirt, and jagged sandals came out of a trailer. He introduced us to the former city of New York city and then revealed that he was the host of the show. He looked real enough so we trusted him.

 The muscular guy that will be our host, prefers that we call him Cray. He has a very polite and gentle personality that he can work at a Nursery. He made all of us talk to each other and get to know each other. So I went over to meet this guy in his late 20’s, he had glasses and jet black hair with grease. He told me that he worked for the government working in the mutations lab in the capital city New Washington DC . Ohhh, how I hated the government.  On how they never care about the people. Maybe that's why the stock market completely crashed and why gas is thirty-six dollars per gallon . But most of all, why I hate the government over everything is that they made us five participate In the games.

  Soon enough the sun sink  into the barren asphalt and we were made to find shelter of some sort. All five of us made a two week act that allows no one to kill another. We split up into two groups the scavengers and the hunters, I was put in the scavenger group. I was told to look for helpful items through out vacant offices and apartments. With out a groan I agreed.  While I was searching for supplies I approached of what was a grand building with over sized letters that spelled out New York Stock Exchange, without a second thought I approached the building with great fear. I saw at what was the former flag of the United States of America, but beside of it was the Great Republic Nations of Great Russia flag. My Grandfather once told me he fought in WW3, in order to keep America free but we all now what happened. Inside I found nothing but dinosaur age equipment called computers. I found no use so of this stuff so I headed back outside.

  HELP! Wait I know that voice its on of our teammates. I sounded strange but at the same time it sounded real so I quickly grabbed my tools and gear and try to run where the source of the sound. Five minutes into my journey and I heard what sounded to be a group of men marching the city. In surprise I quickly hid in an old yellow sun powered taxi covered in a layer of dust. “OK we need the quickly end the games but how? “In a big bang!” By the sounds of their voices I can tell they were desperate and in a hurry. Later I started to think how can they blow up the whole city? For hours I thought of the answer. I know! When the Russians invaded NYC they planted under water and land mines and some of the mines are still around and they can be activated by simply stepping on one. But there might be tons of them thought the city so I now know my next step: to escape the games.

  After I saw the men leave from sight I quickly made I run for it hoping to escape this nightmare. I heard that there is a secret city across the Brooklyn Stalin bridge and the people who live there are a couple refugees from the war with Russia. I scanned around for bridges until my eyes settles of what was the remains of the Brooklyn Stalin Bridge. With excitement I ran as fast as I could toward the remains. It was all fun and games into a see a couple of soldiers marching viciously towards me.

 “You dirty human! Do you know what you are doing bloody fool?!” one of the soldiers said with a unease tone . With anger I erupted and did one thing that I man should never do, is to spit on a soldier.  He started at me with his empty eyes of death. “Shoot that fool and make sure he never leaves this place.” he said without care. As if I knew, one of the soldiers pulled out a standard army pistol and pointed it to my head. “So you now what happens next?    ...Cliffhanger.....