Sugar

Author's Note: This piece started as a stream of consciousness. I was trying to keep the passage past tense throughout the whole post. I was also working on opening myself up to writing.                  

My brother and  your sister are outside so we decide to find some fun in the kitchen. I get out a mixing bowl and a few spoons for mixing. You start looking in the cabinet and fridge to look for ingredients. I laugh to myself as I watch you get mad at yourself for not finding the peanuts. I decide to help you out and take two seconds to find them. I then give you a funny look as you roll your eyes and head back to the center of the kitchen. I pick up a few more ingredients and follow you. We start with the peanuts and pour a generous amount in the bowl. Next I scoop in some peanut butter as you put the sugar in. We have no idea what we're making but we don't care. We haven't gotten one of these kinds of days in a long time. I feel happy to be able to do this with you. I then melt some butter and put it in. We take turns as we mix the creation in the bowl. I grab my radio so we can listen to music. Our favorite song comes on and we start dancing like maniacs. Unfortunately you hold a spoon and whip it in the air. As a result I get a glob of peanut butter on my cheek. You start laughing and end up being on the ground. You roll on the floor with laughter that keeps coming, as I get red and start laughing myself. I sat on the floor but not without getting a scoop of peanut butter. When you finally sit up I smear the peanut butter across your cheek. We then start laughing again. We only stop when we can't breath any longer. Standing up, we decide to finish our dish with the peanut butter still on our faces. We finish up the last touches and put it in the freezer to freeze. Again, we sit down and talk about the most randomest things. Some have us laughing again while other make us want to cry. I love this about our friendship, we could totally be ourselves around each other. As I look at you I can see the changes that you are going through. And I am sure that you can see the changes with in me. We then hug each other to try and remember this time now, because it may never come again. 

Revolutionary War

Author's Note: I wrote this piece because I think that it is important to understand how the Boston Massacre affected the war and the way the soon to be Americans thought about the British. I purposely used creative nonfiction because I didn't want to write a report with just facts in it. When I learn about history I put myself in the time or place to understand it more.  I wanted the reader to understand what it was like to feel what was going on. My audience for this piece is others in the Academy, including the teachers, and students. In this piece I am working on transitions.

I was walking with my mother as we went to the center of town to meet up with my father. I saw the soldiers standing at guard as we walked past them. These soldiers were not very welcomed, that I knew. We were about thirty feet away from them when I started hearing yelling. Everyone in the town turned to see a mob throwing stones sticks and whatever they could find. A British officer called in additional soldiers. My mother grabbed my hand and started to walk away slowly just like everyone around us. She then covered my eyes but I could still hear gunshots and cries of pain.  I later found out that I would never see my father again.

The Royal troops were not welcome from the start. To the colonists it seemed as if they were always watched like fish in a fish bowl. But this time they did not only come to watch, they came to enforce a recent heavy tax burden. A mob was then formed around a British sentry who used verbal abuse to make the soldiers mad. Soon  more people joined the mob and then started throwing things. Without orders, the soldiers fired into the crowd.

Five people were killed and six were wounded. Eight soldiers were then arrested for murder. Six of the soldiers were acquitted and the other two were given reduced sentences. This caused a lot more tension with colonists and British. The British took away good people who were fighting for what was right. Most of them had families and jobs that they would never see again. This made the colonists angry and maybe thinking of their chances if they fought back.