A Little Boy and His Problem

Once upon a time there was little boy who always wore a pair of bright blue gumboots. He had dirty blond hair that always got in the way of his bright green eyes and calloused hands from all the digging he did in his sandbox. This little boy lived on the corner of Kit road and Little Berry Lane in a square house with a pointed roof. To the little boy the tip of his house seemed to almost touch the clouds. He believed his house must be the biggest house on their block. He'd sit in his front yard and worry about birds or planes bumping into his house and possibly making a hole in his attic. He sat in the damp green grass and tapped his chin while he thought of a solution to his high house predicament.
Balloons? He could tie four balloons to each corner of his house and that would surely catch the attention of  a bird or pilot which would allow them to fly around his lovely square house.
This plan was perfect except that the little boy didn't know how to tie a knot, so the balloons would end up being carried away by the wind.
The little boy kicked a pebble across the sidewalk as he strolled around the house, looking for other possible solutions. He could always get a very tall ladder from his father's tool shed and draw a bright warning sign on the sides of his house. This plan would be swell but as the little boy went to look for his crayons he remembered his mother always gets mad at him when he draws on the walls.
The little boy decided to skip this idea as he walked past his box of crayons and into his little sister's room where she was sleeping. He watched as his baby sister peacefully slept in a bundle of blankets. This was one of the only times where his sister wasn't crying. Usually she'd be howling and screaming about not getting her way or not having enough cheerios to keep her happy. The little boy was surprised thy didn't get complaints from the neighbors about all the racket that arose form his little square house.
The little boy's eyes widened as another brilliant idea climbed into his brain. If he sat his little sister on top of the house then she would surely start to cry and her loud crying would definitely scare away all birds or planes from coming anywhere near the top of his lovely house.
He decided this plan was undeniably the best one he's has so far. So he reached his little arms into his sister's cradle and pulled her out, carefully trying not to disturb her deep sleep. The little boy began to carry his little sister out of her room when their mother walked in and stared at the little boy with wide eyes.
She pointed to the cradle with her index finger and frowned at the guilty little boy. The little boy sighed and put his sleeping sister back into her cradle and followed his mother as she marched out of the room.
After having a finger wagged in front of his face for a few minutes and a stern look from his father the little boy went back outside to sit in the grass.
He stared up at his enormous house and gave a dramatic sigh. His house cast a shadow over the small little boy, His gumboots clunked together as he thought about what else could be done. Nothing.
As the days turned into months and the months turned into years the little boy's big problem started to shrink. As the little boy grew his house seemed to shrink. It shrunk and it shrunk and it shrunk until it was the same height as all the other houses on the block. The little boy's problem was never solved until he grew older and he realized the big problem wasn't that big after all.

Happiness

"If you aren't unhappy sometimes, you don't know how to be happy."
- A Wrinkle in Time

Sometimes when I'm going through my life and it seems to be going by quite smoothly I start to worry because so many times before I've hit a bump in the road. Sometimes this bump is only little and it just rattles me a bit. Other times It pops my tire and I find myself in a complete mess, stopped on the side of the road because I can't seem to figure out how to put a new tire on.
But eventually this fear of something goes away and I continue being happy. But as soon as I let myself be truly happy someone or something steps in the way and I end up crashing. I'm left with my car broken in a million pieces and I have to drag myself down this road that never seems to end.
Have you ever been driving down the highway and the rain hits your car so hard and fast that you can hardly hear your own thoughts? And then that one song starts to play on the radio that finally breaks the patched together feelings you've been trying so hard to keep together. Unhappiness is like that everytime. It's not even what made you sad or how miserable you are. It's more so just knowing you're life was so good before and then in the blink of an eye someone took that happiness from you.
I know it gets better, I've heard those words more than  thousand times. It will get better, it always does. Being upset, hurt and sad just makes being happy, excited and grateful an even more powerful and fulfilling feeling.

Dear Classmates

Respect is not just given. It's gained. Unfortunately a lot of people in this high school expect respect to just be served to them on a silver platter while they treat everyone else around them like dirt. These are the people who won't go any further than the Campbell River welcome sign. The few that are able to escape this little town will be smacked in the face by the harsh reality of the adult World. You don't get respect unless you give it.

The petty little things you snicker and laugh about won't even exist in your mind because you're too busy cleaning up the mess you've made. You won't have your friends to back you up, they won't all be there on the weekend not able to suppress the pressure that surrounds them.

You'll probably look back on high school as the best days of your life. That's quite sad because if feeling important in high school was all you had then what was the rest of your life really worth? Hopefully you'll look back on your high school and remember all the shitty things you said and did. Maybe you'll regret hurting all of those people who never did a single thing to you. Maybe you'll realize every immature action you ever made was just you trying to make yourself feel like you're worth more.

What I don't understand is why you would put so much effort into building your little kingdom in high school when it's just going to crash down in 4 years. After that you'll be too tired to build another one. You'll still think you're the shit but your army isn't there to defend your kingdom. The only person living in your castle is yourself. 

So go ahead. Continue pushing others down. Have fun trying to feel some sort of self worth by being cruel to others. Keep on sucking up to the teachers who worship you and have a fantastic time in the real world where your actions won't go by without some type of consequences. 

Kraft Dinner

I sit in class in front of you everyday.
And you couldn't think of anything more clever to say.
While I sat there and slayed your life away.
So my hair looks like pasta?
Who cares, I run fasta.
Kraft dinner?
I'm a winner.
You think I need to get thinner?
Nah I'm good I'm a sinner.

Alley and Cassidy's Iconic Rap Battle

It all started one night when my closest friend Cassidy scott started sending me voice messages of her dropping some sick rhymes. So naturally I replied with some even sicker rhymes From there our rapping careers flourished and now we're currently in an iconic rap battle over social media.
The tweets below are original raps created by Cassidy and myself.

"@Cassidy I'm ready for this. Ima stay up all night. Who cares about bio. I'ma will the damn fight."
-Alley

"@Alley You may not care but I'm fresher than the Prince of Bel Air. Get this girl some childcare and the Lord's prayer."
-Cassidy

"@Cassidy Oh you're pulling this card. Well I'll meet you in the churchyard. Ima catch you off gaurd while you're eating swiss chard."
-Alley

"@Alley Always fast asleep, you've been on a bad streak. Your V reek, check your bed I think you may have leaked."
-Cassidy

"@Cassidy Round two, you're eating fondue, wearing lulus never even knew my rapping is sicker than views."
-Alley

"@Cassidy Blonde brain thinks rains insane. Your only priority is tryin to gain authority but in reality you're just a minority."
-Alley

"@Alley Yoooo, you're a little late, looks like you gained some weight, when's your due date?"
-Cassidy

"@Cassidy You know I'm insecure, but your still singular at least I got a bae, while you're making out with chicken fillet."
-Alley

"@Alley Don't drag in Drake, you're giving me a headache so grab the hand break cause you're just a fake."
-Cassidy

"@Cassidy Emergency break? Like the one you forgot? You got a flat ass so you might wanna squat."
-Alley

"@Cassidy You liked your own tweet, thats sadder than living on the streets. Once I'm done with you you'll want to delete...yo lyfe."
-Alley

"@Alley Get a 'lyfe' you wanna be a midwife. This is a gun fight and you only brought a knife."
-Cassidy

"@Cassidy Hunny you wanna be a lawyer, may as well wait in the foyer, I feel bad for your employer. Step back Cassidy cause I'm a destroyer."
-Alley

"@Alley Now I've been addressed, you acting like northwest. Go get a test cause my beats make you go into cardiac arrest."
-Cassidy

"@cassidy This is pathetic, I can't be apologetic. The mess you call your life isn't my aesthetic. My words are so sweet they'll make you diabetic."

I Don't Do It For Me

I'm never sure if you're sincere.
Are the words you speak genuine?
Your words are loud.
Your actions quiet.
I cannot tell the truth because the truth is something you tend to keep.
More than once you've come home to me and kept the day a secret.
One little disagreement and all of hell breaks loose.
Your face begins to boil red and fire escapes your eyes.
I keep my mouth shut because every word feeds your flame.
I watch you like a ticking bomb.
At any moment you could explode.
I'd still be there to pick up your pieces.
I'd still be there for you to unfold.
I don't do it for you.
I don't do it for me.
I do it for the tiny feet that run across the floor every time you slam a door.