Everybody has to go through failure at some point in there life time. If you don't fail at anything in life then you must be pretty lucky. You need to know how to fail because nobody likes a person who can't fail. I have failed many times and I am only 13. I failed when I missed a last second shot to win a game that I should of made. Failing is not fun for anybody but it is something that is going to happen to you at some point in your life time. So don't be afraid to fail next time.
Clash Royale is a game all about strategy and luck. The strategy part of it comes from the game play part of it because you can play someone way better than you and still win and same goes the other way like if you are bad you can lose to someone way worse than you if they have no strategy and they do. The luck part of this game is when you get chests and in those chests you get troops, coins, and gems. If you get lucky you get a epic or a legendary troop because those are the best.
I like to play Clash Royale because it is an adventuress game, strategy game, and you can beat your friends. It is adventuress because when you battle other players and win you gain trophies and when you lose you lose trophies. When you get enough trophies for the next arena you go to the next arena. In the higher arena you get better cards like in arena four that is where the first legendary comes in. The beat your friends part comes in when you join the same clan and friendly battle. In a friendly battle you can't lose or gain trophies. So basically all you get are bragging rights.
Back then anyway.
now a days
tears are silent.
Tears aren't there.
Putting on that fake smile.
Unlike the tears.
Almost Everyone is holding back.
Can the rain come back.
Can the tears come back.
Can they stream down.
So we don't have to fake that we are
It will come back
P.S this is not about me. I just thought of it when I was looking out at the rain and thinking about how people hide there tears and just act like there happy when there not.
One day a little girl named Little Red Ridding Hood was walking down a rocky path.Then a wicked wolf came and tried to distract her. "Why hello little girl where are you going." the wolf said. "I am going to visit my grandmother today her cottage is down in the woods. Grandmother is very sick and she needs some food so I am taking her food." I said to the wolf. "Look over there at the really pretty flowers you should get some for you grandmother." said the wolf in a sly way. " I shouldn't I have to get this to my Grandmother's then get back home my mom will worry about me." I said. "I will help you I will hold the basket." said the wolf. So Little Red Riding Hood went of to go get some of the flowers. The wolf ate all the food in the basket then Riding Hood came back to put the flowers in the basket. "Goodbye fox." I said cheerfully and skipped off to grandmother's cottage in the woods. I walked to the house and knock on the door."Come in dear." Said my grandmother. " I got you some bread and some juice." Riding Hood said. "Oh dear it is all gone." Grandmother said looking into the basket. " That fox must of ate the food." I said. "Well the fox is going to eat you now." The Wolf rose out of the bed and was discovered to be the big bad wolf."ahh!" Riding Hood scram so long then got eaten by the big bad wolf. After one hour Grandmother and Riding showed up and the grandma shot the wolf and he was never seen or heard of again. But that was a lie. Little red Riding Hood never stopped talking about the wolf and that day. She talked to all of her friends and the wolf's grave sight she always visited the wolf even though she didn't like the wolf at all.
Last night I interviewed my parents and asked them questions about what they did on 9/11. What they were thinking, where they were, and what were they doing.
The first thing I asked my parents was where were you on 9/11. They were at there house in El Paso Texas. My grandparents were with them and my uncle. They were visiting my parents and my 13 day old older brother. They flew down the night before. 9/11 was the first day that my grandparents and my uncle had ever held my older brother Jonathan, so at that point in the day it was a very happy one. My uncle had called into his work to check in and see how things were going. His boss said that he needed to turn on the television right away. Everyone sat down and started watching the news. My grandparents, my parents, and my uncle all witnessed what had happened to the twin towers and the pentagon that day. My parents said that they were shocked, sad, and in ow of what had happened. What started out as a happy day ended in a horrible one. My grandparents and my uncle had to stay in El Paso for the next few days, because all the airplanes were grounded (none of them would take off.)
I have no idea what it would have been like to have witnessed that incident on 9/11 and to have lived back then. This way asking my parents what they did that day helps me understand more of what happened. I'm glad I asked my parents, and if you weren't alive on 9/11 I highly recommend that you ask someone you know what they thought of 9/11.
I was working
someone said a plane was hitting
I thought it was a tower at the hospital.
The boss a clinical nurse and others as well as me,
gathered in a room that was empty
We watched the second plane hitting
While they were burning the second one started crashing.
She called my father
and the school for brother and sister
It was one when I left work
Headed for class.
Only to see a ghost town of streets.
I sat for ten minuets only to hear
"Class is canceled go home"
Leaving the class I saw a line of cars around the block and farther down
Waiting for gas
Watching the price rise to $5.00
I was only 26
I was worried
I was frantic
I thought that we were safe
I thought that this could never happen
But it did so now we can learn to take more precautions
And be aware of our surroundings.
We can forget what little things happen now but we will never forget all the people who gave their lives for anyone and everyone.
why did you
why did you hurt me
you hurt me from the inside out
you made me collapse
you killed me
why did you kill me
I was beautiful
and i still am
where i use to stand
there is still a part of me
I used to stand
A plane has struck,
A building has shattered,
Worry has set in.
There goes the next one,
as it falls,
They city is a cloud of grey,
Everyone is coated
in ash and worry.
Sadness seeps through.
I created this poem from the point of view of someone watching the attack. Maybe from a television, maybe from a boat as they go to help the people who've been in the attack. 9/11 was a horrible day, and I tried to get that through in this poem. I feel like no matter how much we read or heard about 9/11, no one will truly understand what it was like. And honestly, we never will, because we weren't there, but I hope this poem gave you a sense of what it could've been like. 9/11 will never be forgotten.
September eleventh, two thousand and one was a horrific day for all of America. Many lives were lost, some friends, some family, and some who we may have never met. Everyone felt the fear from the terrorist attack rising in the air that day. But even though it was a day of darkness, light was shed on each and every one of us. People from all over felt the pain of loss, but we banded together to help those in need. Normal people with everyday jobs came to the rescue with boats in the great boatlift. America came together on that day of infamy and even though it was a terrible day good came out of it as well.
In the great boatlift many different kinds of boats came to the rescue. They lined up at the edge of the island and carried people to safety. Over nine hours regular people showed kindness through their actions by helping people who would have otherwise been doomed. Nine-eleven showed that world is full of evil, but it also showed that the world is full of even more good.
I heard about that day...
That day of fire and smoke,
That day of death and family loss,
That day of sadness and despair,
That day of the once two towers,
That day of the hundreds of boats, and planes across the sky,
That day of which everyone hoped never happened,
That day of disbelief and rumors,
That day when the news came on,
I heard about that day.
I felt about that day...
I felt sad about the people dead in the fire and smoke,
I felt horrible hearing that thousands of lives were lost,
I felt mad when the twin towers were hit and people lost jobs and lives,
I felt relief when people on boats were coming to save several people trapped on Manhattan,
I felt confused when I heard terrorists would do this to us,
I felt mistaken when I saw the disbelief in my dads face as he told me,
I felt scared when my parents told me they watched the whole thing on the news,
I felt about that day.
A day we won't forget.
I chose to write about what I heard about this day and I understand all the tragic things that happened. Lives have been lost, we only have one beloved tower instead of two, and one thing I didn't write is that I heard about the people that didn't die that day and are still alive, and they remember the whole thing.
I also chose to write about how I felt about that day. When I watch the videos, and read the books about 9/11, I feel things that I have never felt in my life. Not only do I feel about me, but I feel about all these other sad people that lost their families and loved ones.