*.Snapshotof Augusta.*

   Up and down the hills on your way to Augusta,
you get further and further away from the city life. Coming close to all of the people of their homeland that they
love dearly.
   Looking to the left, you see fields. There are tractors and
pick-up trucks in every drive way. There are houses, all of them big enough for whoever lives there, and small enough for comfort.
    Everyone will know who you are, and they will wave. The
hillbillies on their front porch drinkin beer and havin a good old time. Children will run around and ride bikes. The older kids will be on trampolines, and climbing trees, doing wrekless things, because down in Augusta, you make your own fun. No cell phones work up there so we find things to occupy ourselves. Almost everyone by the age of 12 knows how to drive and we just go back and forth, down the dirt roads.
  Many people will get you to go out and race fourwheelers. It's almost like a life game out there in the country. We look for cops, but none ever come back to that part, because everyones good. Well for us, country hillbillies, were about as good as we can get.
  The fields, the barns, they all smell like dirty animals, and manuer, but we are used to it. It's an amazing place and nobody has to worry about anything, because there hasn't been much crime or anything up there in a long while. It is creepy at night though, because it's surrounded by woods.
   Waking up to the sound of Roosters every morning is peaceful.
 I love going to Augusta, and when I go I try to stay as long as I can.

A Good Listener : Of Mice and Men

 One situation in Of Mice and Men is whenever Lennie is listening to Crooks and what he has to say. Crooks doesn't have to worry about him repeating it because he's very forgetful. He confided in Lennie.
 I was able to confide in my father when he was alive. He did betray me and told people stuff i said, which got him in lots of truble, but that was after years and years of me telling him things. I love when people tell me things because they know they can trust me and i feel helpful whenever i know ow to make them feel better because i know what they have been through.

Lost

 

I have felt singled out, picked on, and made fun of many times. I always am being made fun of, because of the clothes I wear, or who I talk to, and just stupid things. I think everyone Gets picked on at some point in their life. I remember the time I got picked on so much I didn't want to live anymore. That time was when my dad committed suicide. It was over the summer of 2010.

Everybody was scared of my dad, so they wouldn't make fun of me or tell me anything because they knew my dad would do something about it. He did alot of wrong things to me, and he was going to be getting in a lot of trouble. I guess he didn't want to go to jail, so the day after I turned thirteen, my father ended his life. It was tragic, and unexpected, and I was so sad, I went away for about 3 weeks, to be with his family.

That was when i started getting made fun of. People texted me, and told me they knew what happened and they thought it was funny. I tried to ignore everyone, so the place I went to, my phone stayed off the whole time. I figured, people couldn't pick on me or anything when i was far away from home with no phone. But the people back home were the least of my worries.

Nobody would look me in the eyes, and when they did, they started crying and then said that they were sorry, which made me feel even worse. Then i would cry. About a week after he died, we had a thing for all of his friends, and family. That was the worst disaster ever. My grandmother, my dad's own father cussed all of us out, and pretty much told me it was my fault my dad was dead, and a few more things I can't repeat. We had to threaten to call the cops so they would leave. I got my food, and walked really deep into the woods, and tried to ignore everyone. I felt so lonely, and left out.

My dad's best friends wife, was the first one who noticed i was missing, and came out to look for me. It made me feel much better. But when summer was over, and I had to go to school, I got picked on worse than ever, all because I had nobody to protect me anymore.

- Cheyenne Ramsey