Change

So, the writing prompt today is on change. In terms of change in my life, there hasn’t been much recently. I’ve gone from Grade 11 to Grade 12, I’ve changed from South Fallingbrook to Rayfriel, I’ve gone from a counselor to a teacher (although I’m technically still a counselor) and that’s about it. I think change can be good but most of the time I’m happy in my comfort zone. Of course, there is one particular change that I’m not happy about. That would be my change in size, I used to be a 5 and now I’m a certain 7. It’s very depressing, I really would like to be thinner but I guess I just like to eat too much. Speaking of eating, I’m really sorting of craving sushi lately. Apparently a sushi place is supposed to open right by the school in the Metro area; I’ll be excited about that. There’s also a small sushi place right by my house but unfortunately it’s a little expensive. Anyways, now to get back on topic, Jenna showed me her change collection today. They’re basically elongated pennies and she has a few that are elongated quarters and nickels. They’re actually pretty cool and according to Jenna they sell for quite a bit on E-Bay. The one I gave her earned me $4 even though I got it for 25 cents. If I had known they’d sell so well I would’ve bought a lot more while I was in Vancouver. Oh well. So I think this is the second time I’ve actually written about the prompt, good for me!

A Story About a Found Banana

Billy’s POV

I woke up this morning and thought about what a horrible day today was. Today was Tuesday. Tuesday’s are horrible, horrible days. Why, you ask? It’s very simple; my mom packs me oranges on Tuesday. I realize I’m in high school and it seems kind of silly to have your mom pack your lunch for school, but hey, it’s less work for me right? That’s how I see it anyways. Back to the point, I hate oranges. I tell my mom this every Tuesday but she calmly smiles and tells me I’ll “grow to like them some day”. And to top it all off she even peels the orange for me just so when I take it out at lunch I’m a little more encouraged to eat it. Usually, that’s as far as she’ll go to try and make me eat the orange but today she went overboard. In my paper bag she packed me nothing but the stupid orange with a little note from mom telling me she loved me. Yeah, right. So, at lunch, I opened my lunch bag and was highly depressed to find only a disgusting, pre-peeled orange for me in it. Now I’m sure my mom knows that in the past I’ve always given away her orange or thrown it out but I guess she figured with nothing else to eat, I’d eventually have to eat the orange. Of course, on this particular day I had to forget my wallet at home so that meant no buying a substitute lunch either. So, I resolved my problem by taking a secret form of revenge on my mom. I left the paper bag in the hall for it to be trampled and on and where the orange would surely be squished beyond recognition. That would be my revenge. However, as luck would have it, when I walked into my Writer’s Craft class after lunch, Mr. Rama, my teacher was holding the bag up along with the orange and joking about it. I was so embarrassed; luckily, no one knew it was mine because he didn’t read the note inside. I’m going to steal the bag back at the end of period and trample on it myself since no one else would do it for me. People around this place are so unreliable these days.

Happy

Splash of a mirror

Reflects a smile

Echoes through a tunnel

Joy.

Banana Fairies

Today, when I walked into class I was given a banana, which I’m eating right now. No, there was no deeper meaning to the banana other than the fact they were on sale and so Mr. Rama bought thirty pounds of bananas. Apparently they’re supposed to be very relaxing, who would’ve guessed? Mr. Rama has decided that he should start a banana company where his logo will be: “Banana-rama.” Pretty original, I guess. I have to say though; if this happens on a regular basis I can already tell I’m going to thoroughly enjoy this class. I suggest that next time Mr. Rama buys us food he buys chocolate. He says it’ll all depend on Sobeys. Sarah and I told Mr. Rama that we should be banana fairies and yet despite it being such an amazing idea, he didn’t recognize our dreams at all. We’ve decided that Mr. Rama is a dream killer to some extent. How could he ignore our desperation in wanting to become banana fairies and do a little more good for the world? I mean, think of all the wonderful things that would occur with banana fairies in the world?

• People who like bananas would be given bananas
• People without food would get bananas
• Bananas could be used to relax people
• People who need to gift something to somebody could gift bananas
• People who don’t like bananas could grow to like bananas
• Bananas could be used to slip people
• Bananas could be sold to make money
• Bananas could be used to make cake and muffins and other such foods
• Bananas could be used as microphones for aspiring singers
• Bananas could just be used a symbol of awesomeness

All these wonderful things listed above could all come true with banana fairies.