Ode to a G6

     Cruising with style is a must these days. Having a stylish car can attracted more attention, and maybe even get you a date. Not only is style a must, but also performance. If your car is in its final days, look into a Pontiac G6. The G6 is a one of a kind, mid-size, sleek, classy, performance automobile. Making people look good, and feel good is what it does.

      Just by looking at the G6 people know you mean business. The sporty body of the car makes random strangers turn their heads. The dark charcoal color is intimidating. The color of your car gives it a personality. Dark grey on a G6, indicates that backing down is your last option. Customizing a G6 will only make your car superior to others. Applying black tinted windows is a great option. They give the G6 a more sophisticated appearance. Not only does it have a high-class body, but also slick tail-lights. They are unique compared to most vehicles. A more a Euro style tail-light was included. The style gives the G6 an extra touch. The car must not only look good on the outside, but also the inside.

     As soon as your butt hits the soft luxury seat, the first thing you will notice is the space on the inside of the car. It has plenty of room for everyone in the car. You may also notice the racing style dash-board. The red illuminating lights also give the G6 a admirable appeal. The six speakers on the inside make you feel as if you have surrond sound all away around you. The sound is top of the line. Music has never been herd the same. Not only a great stereo is included, but also ac, and a warm heater. Winters days will be no worries with this car. Walking outside on winter days to warm up your car, is a thing of the past. Remote start will warm the G6 up in no time. Cold weather is no problem with this car. Everything about this car is top of the line.

     A reliable and smart engine is included in the G6. The pontiac G6 is usually equipped with a V6. The V6 in the G6 has 200 horse power, with 220 pounds of torque. Only seven seconds is need to reach 60mph. This is one agile car! The engine is not only fast, but smart. Automatic head-lights and wind shield wippers, are convenient. They adjust to the weather for maximum safety. The technology in the car is incomparable. 

     Driving to college is fun for me now. The G6 drives extremely smooth. It feels as if you are gliding on the road. The G6 is comfortable and safe. As long as you take care of it, it will take care of you. With 28mpg, I am also saving money. Seeing gas stations less is no problem with me. Creepy old truck drivers scare me anyways!

     

A Perfect Reason to Kill

     Killing Jason is the only thing that I can focus on right now. Should I make his death a long, slow, and pain-full death, or quick and fast? Why did he have to do this!? Printing out my list was not one of his best decisions. Now the whole school knows who i've had sex with! Going back to school on Monday is the last thing I want to do right now. Killing him was my mission.

     Driving back to mom's house seemed like it took forever. Impatience took over. Frustration was building inside, and it was almost time for me to unleash it upon him. Pulling into the drive-way felt great. As I approached the back door, I noticed Jason through the window. Looking at him made me sick inside. I reached my hand to the door handle, and the door wouldn't open. Why was the back door locked? If he intentionally locked me out-side, I will be so pissed! Ringing the door bell over twenty times will hopefully catch his attention. Frustration was once again building as he approached the door. The smirk on his face grossed me out. He knew what he did, and he knows whats coming. It was time to commit a little murder. 

     I had to make the first move. As he open the door, I leaped at him like a lion leaps at its prey. I thought I was in full control. He manage to wrestle me on my back. His hand was pressing my head against the carpet. The sides were turned and he was now in power. Giving up was my last option.Telling me to clam down was the last thing i wanted to hear him say. Why should I calm down? He gave me a perfectly good reason to be a savage. Somehow one of his fingers slipped into my mouth, and I bite down as hard as possible. His finger was now doomed. Tearing one of his fingers off didn't seem like a bad idea. I wanted to bite it right off and spit it back in his face. He managed to rip out his finger, and the next thing I knew, I had a fist coming at me. Taking cover was my first reaction. Covering my hands over my head, and curling up in a ball seemed smart. I peaked through my arms, and saw him standing and yelling. His size thirteen jordans were now pounding against my head. The pain was intense. I panicked, and began to cry. Tears of shame, and embarrassment began to pour down. I stared into his eyes and asked him why he did his crime. He just did it to be funny as usual. He apologized but my pain was too deep. I couldn't accept his offer of sorrow.

     The next couple of weeks were quite awkward. We didn't speak or talk to each other. Sleeping at dad's house for a couple of weeks didn't bother me. I Just had to put up with my evil step-mother. After a couple of weeks I decided to go visit my mother. Jason was there, but things have settled at bit. I was still mad, but now I was just disappointed in him. He apologized once again, and accepted the offer. Now that I look back at what happened, I laugh. It was a stupid and childish thing of him to do, but life goes on. People move on and forget about things. Sometimes only time can heal troubles.

     

     

Party of a Lifetime

      Summer is a time to let your troubles and worries go. A time to relax and get out of your hell hole town. My summer consisted of long traveling, crazy music, and memories of a life time. Manchester, Tennessee was my destination this summer. Bonnaroo was it's name.
      This summer I traveled to one of the largest music festivals in history. Bonnaroo, is a five day concert that consists of some of the most popular bands today. Bonnaroo is also filled with thousands of hill billys and rednecks. This is a time where people can dress up like complete hippies. Five days of no showering really takes its toll on people. The drugs don't help much either.
      While my friend Kody and I were sitting around a campfire we were approached by our neighbor. Kenneth was his name. He was a middle age african american that had obviously been at these type of concerts before. We could tell by his  2009 official Bonnaroo t-shirt. He told us that we were being lame, and offered to show us the "real" Bonnaroo. We accepted his offer and we followed. Our experience of Bonnaroo was much different than his. We weaved our way through hundreds of tents. As we neared random strangers, he would yell "Party man with party accessories!" He was selling all different types of drugs. Coke, ecstasy, acid, molly and hash were on his menu of death. It was awkward at times because parents would let their teenage kids buy them. I thought "Isn't that a terrible thing to let your children do?' I kept my mouth shut and continue to follow. After an hour of "dealing" almost 1,000 dollars were added to his billfold. It was getting very late, and it was now time for the music.
     The Music experience was nothing I had ever experience before. Seven different stages always has seven different bands playing. The late night shows were always packed. Stevie Wonder preformed in front of what seemed like a million people. The crowd was a giant wave of people. You couldnt just go up to the front of the crowd. Squeezing through people, and stepping over passed out people was quit a challenge. Being rude was the last thing on my mind, as I neared the stage Jay-Z was playing on. The show I was most excited for, was about to begin.
      As the countdown began people were becoming anxious. The excitement was like nothing I had ever experienced. The beat began to build and his voice was herd. Suddenly all of the lights came on and he was singing on stage. Halfway through he stopped, and pointed people out in the crowd. I was going berserk for the best rapper alive attention. He pointed out my New York Yankees t-shirt and told me to come up to the stage. As I began to walk towards the stage, the butterflies had swarmed into my stomach. "What if I trip going up the stairs?" My palms were sweating, and my body started to get warmer. The stairs were a simple climb, but now I had to approach Jay-Z. He demonstrated me as loyal New York Yankee fan like him. It was the best night of my life.
      Sleeping in the tent was our only decision. The temperature always raised to what seemed like 100 degrees. As i peaked my head out the tent, Kody was all ready awake. He was very anxious to tell me something. Kenneth had apparently dropped off a huge bag of fake drugs, and told us to go and make a profit. I was very shocked at this point. His vehicle was gone. He reminded me of those guys in old western movies that rides off in the dust. The last thing we wanted to do was sell fake drugs. We threw the bag away and decided to pack up the van. This was a experience I will never forget.