Choose Wisely

I thought you saw…but apparently you are still in love with sin. Why can’t you see that none of that is worth it. It’s SICK! I tell you, and just plain wrong! Why don’t you get? I’m tired of your lies…Foolish…you’re ending your life. So, disappointed. Everyone is. I know it ain’t easy, but you got to stop it! I never been through that stuff, and I’m glad! I’m living for Him. I don’t care what others think. All I care is what my Lord and Savoir thinks. If others think of me as a “Christian girl”, So what! My faith is not a weakness. It is my ultimate strength! I couldn’t live without. I would be dead if it weren’t for Christ. Please don’t look at me as the perfect girl…Because I’m not! I’m far from it. And I am no judge. But Christ is! He is the ultimate judge, He is savior and supreme ruler! He created everything! He created you, He loves you. He hates to see you dance into sin’s tango of death. He cries. All He wants is you to jump into his arms and follow Him. Please go…. I can’t make you. It’s all up to you. But please just don’t sit there. You can’t sit on the fence forever, the day is coming, soon... Where will you be then?

~Miles Hazel~

Blinded

Lord, why can't they see?
Why can't they see you?
you perform for them everyday,
but they still don't get it.
You're what makes them tick.
Yet they are so blind.
I diplay you everyday.
Hoping that they will see your light shining through me.
I pray for them...
but they still havn't seen.
Iwant them to know that there is a better new life for them.
and all they have to do is look at the cross
They keep saying, "I'll do it tomorrow or some other time, just not now."
But they don't see that this life will be gone soon.
Our purpose in life is to bring glory to you.
It brings tears to my eyes seeing them dishonor you.
I take a stand, but do they see it? see you in me?
Lord, I just want to know...make them see.

~Miles Hazel~

Gone.....Forever

Trials happen everyday. Sometimes painful decisions must be made. Sometimes it may mean a lost friend or a broken heart.
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Why Can't you see?
Young girl, we are through!
Why don't you get it!
put yourself in my shoes.
Do you see it now?
Sorry, but those days our over.
We just can't be friends.
Please don't call me.
This is goodbye.
goodbye.

~Miles Hazel~

Trust Broken Down

I have to fight my own battles
No one said it would be easy
but can't you see
That's how it was meant to be

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I got your back and you have mine
Nothing is going to break that apart
We are in this together
I won't let go
Because with both our hands
we form a heart
It may not look like a lot, but trust me it is.
It is true art
None like it.
This is what we call true friends.

~Miles Hazel~

Hope is not Abandoned

Now, I never was an orphan, but I wrote this for a dear friend that was, and this a journey of an orphan's way to becoming a child of God, and having a family.

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Abandoned and alone.
Then you come and raise me from the dust.
You raise me to the sky
I feel as if I’m flying!
Then you tell me.
Do you want this to last?
I cry yes! Forever!
You grab my hand and hold it tight.
You point to the cross.
That is way.
The way to eternal love.
Then ran to the cross
At the foot of the cross was Jesus.
I jumped in his arms
He says, “I know you are alone,
But now longer shall you be that way.”
“But, Lord, who? I am but an orphan, the Unwanted one.”
The lord replies, “you may have been abandoned,
But you are wanted. I want you more than you could ever know.”
Tears come falling off my face, “you love me?”
The Lord responds, “yes, more than anything.”
I grab him and hug him. I was filled with joy.
No longer was I a unwanted burden, I was now a child of God.
“I will use you in many ways, the person that showed you the cross,
Loves you also. She is going to take you and raise you as a beautiful Daughter.
She is adopting you.” Says the Lord.
“Oh, Lord! I’m overwhelmed! I am filled with joy”
“Child, don’t you don’t have to call me Lord, just call me daddy. I will always be with you.” Says the Lord. “Alright, Daddy, I will do you proud!”
I step down and grab the ladies hand who showed me the cross.
The Lord replies, “The road ahead will not be easy, but with the people surrounding you and me, you can get through anything. I love you”
I grab his hand too and say, “Please, both stay by my side, and don’t let go. I love you.” The Lord replies, “I will never let go.”

This is not the End

This is another short story that I wrote. I kind of put myself into it when my grandmother died of cancer. This story is dedicated to her and everyone who has gone through losing a lost one through cancer.

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“Checkmate!” Said Cindy. “No fair! You cheated!” I yelled. “Uh uh! I played fair and square!” Cindy said back to me with a smile. We both started laughing. “Oh, Cindy, you make me laugh what would I do without you ?” I said. “Win for once.” Teased Cindy. “Hahaha…very funny.” We both signed and looked at each other smiling. “So, how everything in the outside world?” asked Cindy. “Not much, everyone misses you. How long do you have to stay here?” I asked. Cindy let out a big sigh then looked out the window of her small, colorless hospital room. “I wish I could tell you. The Doctors say the cancer isn’t looking good, but I feel fine right now.” I grab Cindy’s hand. “Are you sure you’re going to be okay? I don’t know what I do if something happened to you.” Cindy pats my hand and says, “No matter what happens it is all in God’s hands. He’s looking out for me.” I quickly reached for my cheek to wipe away my tear. “Morgan, just think about it, spring is almost here. The snow is starting to melt and then flowers will blossom, our town will be like a garden. Then before you know summer will be here, and we’ll be at the beach until the stars come out then we’ll go inside and do girl gossip like we use to do….” Cindy then stopped. I picked off where she left off. “Before you got cancer.” She looked at me. “Yeah, before that, just trust me, I’ll be out of here soon. I have a feeling.” The nurse then walked in with her Bright color clip board. Cindy looked up smiling and said, “Hi Macy! What is it?” Macy then said, “I’m sorry to have to tell you girls this, but visiting hours are over. Cindy, we have to give you some more Kemo.” Cindy smiled but sighed. She then looked at me. “It was nice chatting with you. Don’t forget all of our summer plans!” I leaned over Cindy’s bedside and gave her a hug trying to fight back tears. “I won’t forget.” I told her. She then pushed something into my hand. “Don’t open it until you leave.” Cindy told me. I nodded my head then began to walk towards the door. I turned again and looked at Cindy. “Goodbye, Cindy. You’re my bestest best friend I could ever have!” She smiled and said, “Right back at you!” I gave a final wave then left. It was hard to leave. The walls that were fighting my tears were beginning to break. I ran to my car and slammed the door shut. The walls broke and tears fled out. I forced myself to stop. I told myself, “God is watching over Cindy. Nothing is going to happen.” I then looked at what Cindy put in my hand, it was an envelope. I was about to open it, but something inside told me know wasn’t the time. I finally decided now was the time to pull out of the parking lot and go home. It was getting pretty late, and I had school in the morning.

I arrived home. I walked in and was greeted by my mother. “How did it go? How is she?” my mother asked. “It went well, she said she was doing okay. But I’m dead tired and need to get some sleep.” I replied to my mother. “Okay, sweetie, sleep tight.” As I turned away and started to walk up to my room I could see a single tear roll down my mother’s eye. I close my door and lay on my bed. I folded my hands and closed my eyes, “Lord, please heal Cindy. I want her back.” As I prayed tears leaked out. I then turned onto my pillow and fell asleep.

‘BEEP! BEEP!’ my alarm went off. I turn and hit the snooze button. Wow, what a night. I got up and just fish something out of my drawer. I then pulled the clothes over my body and finished getting ready. I stepped out of my room and close the door. I slid down the stairs into the kitchen. I said hi to my mother and grabbed my favorite cereal. I scooped shovels full of cereal in my mouth. I placed my bowl in the sink then scooted my way out the door. I started walking to school. I then looked at Cindy’s house, a couple down from us. It looked abandoned. Cindy’s family must be at the hospital with her. I did a quick little prayer for Cindy as I walked. I then took a deep breath and walked into school. The halls were filled with kids making lots of noise, but the halls seemed different, like something was missing, Cindy. I tried not to think of her condition and just think of our summer plans. Yes, this summer was going to be the best. Cindy would be better, and then we would have all the fun we could together. I started to smile as I thought of this. I walked into my homeroom and sat down. The bell rang then everyone quickly took their seats. Class began. Mr. Williams began teaching us all different kinds of stuff, but I wasn’t really paying attention. I was staring out the window thinking of summer, oh the hope summer brings. The phone then rings and Mr. William walks over to answer it. Everyone then looks out the window, probably thinking the same thing, summer. Mr. Williams hangs up the phone then walks over to my desk. “Morgan, you need to go to the main office. And take all your stuff with you.” Mr. Williams tells me. I gather my things and walk out of class. I walk down the hall to the main office, I couldn’t think of what I did wrong. I walk in to see my mother standing there with face fighting back tears. I immediately drop my back pack. “What’s wrong mom? What happened?” I yelled. She tried so hard to fight back tears, but some started to slip through. “Morgan, sweetie, I have some good news and bad news.” I started to feel really confused and scared. “What is it?” I gulped. “The good news is that Cindy is no longer in pain…” my mother pushed out of her month. “And she is cure? The cancer is gone?!” I begged with hope. “I’m sorry honey, no. Early this morning, Cindy has became an angel. She is gone.” Right at that very moment my world ended. I clasped on the floor. My mom rushed over to me and hugged me tightly saying, “She’s in no more pain, she’s in no more pain.” I grab her closer and cry. My mom helps me up and leads me out to the car. On the ride home my mother acts brave for me and rubs my knee. I continue to cry. We pull into our drive way. My turns and looks at me, “I know this is hard. It’s hard for me too, but she had a good fight. Be thankful the moments you did have with her. Anyways, I got you out of school for the rest of the day and tomorrow if you need it. For now get some rest or go for a walk, whatever helps. And I’m always here for you.” She leans over and gives me a great big hug. She then gets out of the car and helps me out. I walk inside quickly to my room. I lay on my bed and cry, “Why Lord, Why?” I turn over and spot the envelope that Cindy gave me the previous night. With an unsteady hand, slowly grab it. I sit up and open it. Out falls two items; a gold locket and letter. I grab the letter then read it,

“Dear beloved friend Morgan, I know times may seem hopeless. But its okay. I know I won’t always be here. Whether I die tonight or fifty years from now, everything is okay, because I have the Lord as my savoir. When it is my time to go, I’m ready because I will be in the arms of Jesus. You have meant a lot to me. You have been there for me through thick and thin. I love you. And I don’t want you to be sad for me. I want you to be happy and live your life to the fullest. Summer is near, then we’ll have a blast. I feel that freedom is near. I also enclosed in this envelope my heart locket. I want you to have it so it can you remember the good times, and to help you be strong in the difficult times. Inside it a picture of you and I. Alright, I see you pulling into the parking lot. I have to finish this before you get here. Be strong! Love ya!”

Love, your best friend,

Cindy

I quenched the locket in my hand and wipe away my tears. I put the necklace around my neck and look at the picture inside, it was us having fun at the beach. I remember that day, my mom took the picture. It was the day before Cindy was diagnose with Cancer. I close the locket and grip it tightly. I place the letter on my night stand and walk out of my room to the outside. I started to walk towards Cindy’s house, a lifeless, gloomy house it now seems. I continue to walk pass it thinking of Cindy. Something then caught my eye, a single rose growing in Cindy’s yard. Surrounded by snow this rose grew. It was a beautiful, bright red rose. It lit up the house, like Cindy would. I started think, ‘This is not the end. It is only the beginning. Spring is soon coming, just like Cindy said. A time to start fresh and clean.’ I knelt down by the rose. ‘Cindy, I will see you again, and you’ll be sitting in Jesus’ lap. I won’t be sad anymore, I will live out our summer plans and I will not let your memory and impact die.’ I then pulled my wallet out and placed a picture of Cindy by the rose. I stood up and looked down at the rose and picture. “I may have to say goodbye right now, but it is not a final good bye. For I will see ya again. Goodbye Cindy.” I then walk away back to my house, her memory never forgotten.

A Day in the Life of a Freshmen at Holland High

My alarm goes off at 6:00 am. I hit the snooze button. Around 7:00 am my dad comes in saying, "Elizabeth Hazel Ortiz, do you not know what time it is?!" I then would lift my head up with my eyes close nodding, then lie back down. He would then yell at me to get out of bed before he dumped ice cold water on me. I then leaped out of bed. I then jumped in and out of the shower at lightening speeds and throw on my clothes that I had cleverly laid out the previous night. It's 7:41 am, class starts at 7:55 am. I grab my lunch and raced out the door. No time for breakfast. I pulled out my scooter and took off. I tried not to speed, but I was determined to get to school on time. I got to school and pulled in and parked by the bike rack. I looked inside the window and saw the clock. It was 7:51 am. AAHHH! I took off my helmet and locked my scooter. It was time to run. I entered the school. The one minute warning bell rung. Oh boy. I was trying not to panic. I started sprinting down the hallway. I had to be on time. I was getting closer. I had to make it to 902. Passing 891..893...897...10 seconds...899...5 seconds....900...2 seconds...902. RING! I made it! I started dancing and cheering! Then I stopped and realized that everyone was staring right at me. I blushed and put my head down and quickly walked over to my desk and sat down. School had now began.

My first hour was study hall. But its no ordinary class, because my coolest friend Mackenzie is my table partner. She always brings her Mary Poppins bag. We call it that because it has just about anything in it! Everything from nail polish to a broken flip-flop, a dirty sock to a whole new outfit, and that's not the beginning of what's in there. But first hour is always fun. I get some work done then I chat with Mackenzie or paint nails or see what’s new in the bag that day. Then our time together hanging is interrupted by the bell a sign that first hour is over. We depart our separate ways to go to second hour.

I walk through the halls talking to people and giving them high-fives and hugs. Kraft and I do our daily routine of passing each other while tilting our heads up and saying watsup. After that I grab a quick drink of water then take a deep breath. I entered my second hour.

My second hour is extraordinary. It’s the best class of the day. It’s World History with Colin Mulder. Mr. Mulder is an awesome teacher. His class is one of a kind. We have so many inside jokes, we’ll never forget them. He is always starting off the class with current events. So, we can have a better understanding of what is going on in the world today. Everyone gets a chance to share something they learned in the news if they want. One day someone may have thrown a baby out a window or someone may have stolen a ring off a dead person and put it on a carrot or maybe just debate whether the man with the blue skin is really blue or if it is violet. Either way we have a great time learning about our world. Mr. Mulder then turns around and discusses the agenda for the day with us on the board. Meanwhile, Katie pulls out her phone and begins text messaging. Andrew then yells, “Katie is that a phone?!” Katie drops the phone and shoots her hands up to the sky and yells, “No, No, it is not a phone!” Mr. Mulder snickers to himself then continues talking while motioning Katie to put her phone away. “Today we are going to watch a video.” “A video or movie?” asked Jacquie. “A movie.” Mr. Mulder answers. The class cheers! “However, the movie at some scenes can be lovely dovely inappropriate, so we will skip those scenes.” Explains Mr. Mulder. “What are the people doing in those scenes that we can’t see?” Asks Eric. Mr. Mulder responds with, “Well ahhh..you see…” Jacquie interrupts by saying, “Isn’t it obvious? They are playing Monopoly and the game is getting to intense.” Mr. Mulder then says, “Yes, they are playing Monopoly!” The movie is out on and during the movie there is lots of commentary, sighs, laughs, screams, and crying. But then the movie ends and we either have to take notes, read, listen, or fill our packet. With the last couple minutes, Mr. Mulder announces a test on Friday, and that we’ll play the ‘review game’ tomorrow. Everyone gets excited, because the review game is intense with a chance of extra credit! The bell rings and everyone crams through the door. Because it is one of the best times of the day, Lunchtime.

For Lunch some students go off campus for lunch and some stay and eat the cafeteria food. Holland’s café isn’t that bad at all, but it is almost all junk food. So, I decided to step up and eat healthy lunches. So, I would take my healthy, yet good tasting, lunch from home and bring it to the cafeteria to heat it up. I then would head to the Uno room. Mr. Osborn greets me warmingly and asks how I’m doing. We have a nice chat, but then we get down to business, he pulls out the Uno cards. Everyone gathers around and the Uno tournament begins. There are cries of victory and whines of defeat. The game gets very intense when the game gets down to the last two, but then the bell rings. Lunch is over. Everyone is disappointed, but then I yell back, “I’ll get you tomorrow!” Awww…Lunch. Good times, but now it is time for 3^rd hour, English.

English is one of my favorite subjects. And the teacher, Mr. Emerson is another one of the best that Holland has to offer. As soon as class starts the joking begins. Mr. Emerson begins making some kind of joke about freshmen, we all laugh even though we are all freshmen. Emerson then tells everyone to pull out their journals and write about the topic on the board. After a few minutes, Emerson has some people stand up and tell the class what they wrote about or comment on the book that we are reading. Some people do an excellent job and present well. However, some of the dumb freshmen (as Emerson would put it) get up and talk about random stuff like Count Dracula or chicks. Emerson just laughs and sighs, then gets up and begins teaching us the English stuff, but then it is time to do the reading of “Romeo and Juliet”. Emerson asks who wants what part, everyone raises their hands begging for different parts. Jason Darling then stands up and says, “I want to be the nurse.” He said this is in his normal voice that happens to be very deep. Silence fills the room. Mr. Emerson says, “Okay I guess Jason is the nurse, but can you get the voice high enough? Because it is a woman.” Jason says in a high voice, “How’s this?” Everyone is astonished and begins to laugh. Emerson starts laughing with tears and says, “That’s fine.” The reading then starts and everyone snickers while Jason does his nurse voice. Awww…Good times then the bell rings, third hour is over.

I rush to the bathroom to get in line with the other girls who are dying to go, but with only six minutes for a pasting period, it doesn’t give you much time to do your business. So, girls are trying to hold it in while others are making make-up adjustments. Finally it is my turn! I go in and sit, then the one minute bell rings. Yikes! I jump off the seat and wash my hands quickly. I run to my fourth hour. Can’t be late! Quickly high five a couple of people while running. Then I slow done before I run into the door. I enter. Perfect timing, the bell just rung. I made it on time. On time to Biology.

Now, I’m now science nut, but I do enjoy the class. It is taught by Mr. Vanharlem, but everyone calls him Mr. V. Mr. V reminds us all to do be in our assigned seats, or he’ll mark us absent. Some students quickly separate from their friends and return to their seats. Mr. V does the attendance. Ali asks to if she can go to the bathroom, and Mr. V responds, “Do you really want me to explain to you how the inside of your body goes through to release the urine?” “Mr. V no! May I please use the bathroom?” says Ali. “Yes, you may use the bathroom, but do you have a planner?” says Mr. V. “No, but I really have to go!” responds Ali. Mr. V then points to the class’s hall way pass, the turtle shell. “Fine, I’ll use the turtle shell.” Says Ali while grabbing the turtle shell with a napkin. “But I’m not touching it!” Ali yells as she leaves. Mr. V snickers to himself as he walks over to his closet. Everyone starts smiling. Mr. V opens the cabinet and starts thinking of which item to pull out. He pulls out his old snake skin. He walks over Ali’s seat and places the snake skin on her seat. Ali’s table partner isn’t to thrilled about. But plays along. Mr. ssshhhh us, to make sure no one tells. We all giggle, but then remain silent as Mr. V walks back to his desk. Ali walks in and comments on how disgusting the shell is but then goes to her seat. She pulls out her seat and begins to scream! Her table partner, Phyllis then jumps up too and screams! Everyone laughs, and Mr. V walks over and picks up the skin and says, “Come on it is just a little skin!” The girls squeal and run to the other side of the room. Mr. V decides to have a little fun and chases them around the room with the snake skin. The girls tip over chairs and anything to get away, until Mr. V finally had enough and puts the snake skin down while the girls finally take their seats. Now teaching begins, but they would be lots more joking around happening through out the class time. Mr. V has us do a lot of hands on activities like; dissecting owl pellets, dancing the hoe down, creating posters, making dragons and naming them and tons of other stuff. Biology class is fun because of all the people. Then Mollie and I stand up and have a class discussion on creation and start debating about evolution, Mr. V doesn’t say anything, but he lets it continue. But sadly, our debate is interrupted by the bell, class is over. We make our ending comments then depart our separate ways. I stop and pray and thank God for giving me a chance to stand up and witness for him, but now it is time for the last hour, Math.

Luckily, my Algebra class is just a couple doors down from my biology class. So, I chill with my friends and relax for the six minutes. However the one minute bell rings and I then walk into my 5^th hour Algebra class. When I enter, it is like a war zone. The naughty boys throwing pencils and papers and who knows what else at the teacher. The one good thing about the class is that Mackenzie has that class with me. Yes, the same Mackenzie from my first hour class. Unfortunately, we are the only two girls in 5^th hour, surrounded by about 10 guys. Mackenzie and I sit in our ”safe corner” away from the guys. Luckily, we have a good teacher who does her best to keep things under control, Mrs. Johns. She is an amazing teacher, and it is her first year at the school, like me. Mrs. Johns is not only my math teacher, but my also my case load manager as well, so we know each other pretty well. Anyways, back to class. The boys are pretty rowdy and crude. Not all through, some are actually nice and calm. But the majority make bad jokes and always acting in the wrong matter. However, Mrs. Johns knows how far is too far, and is not afraid to send someone to ISS. But she is also merciful and will put the person’s name on the board to let them know they need to cut it out. Even through the class is difficult at times, it is also enjoyable. Mrs. Johns teaches us in different ways. Sometimes we’ll create posters, warm-ups questions, and lots of little hands on activities. Everytime we do something good, she gives us a piece of paper and we put our name on it. She then puts it in the Johns Jar. At the end of the week she takes the Johns Jar and draws a name out of it. Whoever wins gets a one dollar treat of their choice. It’s a cool idea, and helps us pay better attention. Every now and then she’ll talk to us about life and to be bucket fillers, not bucket dippers. This means that we need to try to make people happy and feel special rather than making them feel down and depress. It all makes it to be a better world to live in. Through all the hardships of that class, it is still enjoyable and helps you grow to be a better person. And of course have a better understanding of Algebra. Then yet again class is interrupted by the bell, but this time it is okay because it is the bell that school is out!

I immediately race to the door. Awww…school is done for the day, now freedom! I start skipping done the hallway while singing the high school musical song, “What Time is It?” Well, there it is, day in the life of a freshmen at Holland High. It’s a crazy life, and it only gets crazier as life goes on in high school. These truly our the best years of your life. So, I’m doing everything I can to enjoy them. Life is precious, so I’m not going to waste it! Well, it’s time to go home, and relax and have fun. Because it starts all over again.

~Miles Hazel~

The Season of Tuliptime

I wrote this article based on Holland, MI's tuliptime. I wrote this as a sample I did that I gave to my highschool's yearbook in hopes of making the yearbook staff. Sadly, I did not make. However, this did not stop my passion for writing. Enjoy! :)
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Tuliptime, a time to celebrate with friends and family. A time for fun and laughter. There are many aspects to Tuliptime. People from all over the world come to celebrate the festival with us. It is true that the main attraction is indeed the tulips, hence the name tulip time. However, the second biggest attraction is the Dutch Dancers. Now there lies many tales with in that. No tourist knows all the blusters and hard work that has gone into learning how to dance. They ask many questions and take lots of pictures, but they never will truly understand. Dutch Dancers prep months before Tuliptime to get the dance perfect. They also have to go through tough inspections to make sure the costume is absolutely perfect. You can not buy a costume from a store, each has to be made by the dancer. Let me tell you, it is not cheap. Next, there is the shoes. The shoes are made completely made of wood, and are very hard at that! To help make them more wearable. Each dancer wears anywhere between 6-9 pairs of socks, but it still isn’t very comfortable. And you easily get blusters from them. But through all of this, it is worth it to represent not only our school, but the city of Holland. It brings great joy to see all the smiling faces watching you show off your heritage. I believe Tuliptime is the greatest small town festival in America.


~Miles Hazel~

Pumping it up!

Pump it up! I'm still going! It's because of you Lord! I'm buck nutty for you! WHOA! YAY! Way to go God! I love you Lord. I'm filled with your love. I want to let your love shine through me! I want to be a superstar, so I can proclaim your name to the heavens! Let all the glory be yours! Let all people hear your voice through your children. Just let it out! Way to go God! You rock! Yes! Let them hear how great your name is. Release it, hold back nothing, you deserve it all. Lets rejoice and celebrate! Thank you Lord.


~Miles Hazel~

Describe

What can I say? There are too many words to say to describe you. You have created everything. A person can spend a million lifetimes describing you and that would not even put a dent in your awesome glory. You're loving, amazing, forgiving, merciful, and simply everything good. I love you. The thing I love the best is you can call me daughter and I can call you simply my daddy. You'll never leave me. So, I'll just stay in your arms. You are my savior. Thanks Jesus, no thank you daddy for not giving up on me.


~Miles Hazel~

Must Keep Awake...

My eyes are drooping.
I don't know if I can stay awake.
I want to keep it strong.
I don't want to sleep,
but I just don't know if I can.
I will not close my eyes!
I will stay awake!
I must....stay.....awake.....
I.....will....not....fail....
mmaayybbee....II'llll.....
jjjuussttt.....cccclllllooossseee.....
mmyyy....eeyyyeess....ffoorr...
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~Miles Hazel~

Help Me!

Lord, help me! I'm scared. I need your guidance. I don't know what to do. Please give me the wisdom. I'm trapped, I will be choked to death in this darkness. Let your light come in and destroy the darkness! You can do anything! Please crush Satan! Destroy him! I want this era of darkness to be over. When will you return? Your people cry out for you! Give me the strength to carry on! I can't make it on my own. Wrap your arms around me, and help me get through this. I can't do this journey alone, thanks for putting friends in my life to help me get through. But most importantly, thank you for not giving up on me. I love you Lord! Save me, give me the strength I need.


~Miles Hazel~

Math RAP

So, I had to do this speech for math on how math is related to my dream career. Well, I got maybe a liitle too in to it. I created this RAP/dance because my career I chose was acting/dancing. So, here is my little RAP.

I was sitting there in my seat, bored as can be. I didn't know what to do. It was driving me crazy! I could handle the heat. I lost my beat. All these formulas? How can one memorize all these? Just go ahead and hit me in the head with a spatula! There has to be some trick to make learning math fun. I just can't stand sitting here on my bun! I have to bust a move! I have to start a groove! Come on with me! Don't be scared now! It's time to show them what we are made of! Let's give them a big WOW! Follow me, I'll show you how it's done. 1..2..3!! Please excuse my dear aunt sally! The parethesis, the exponents, the mulplication, the division, the addition, and the substaction is all great stuff we learn in math. They are the great math concepts! Learn them! Get them down! Take a step back now, let's get back on track. There's another key point to math. The numbers. We are on the right path now. So, numbers let's go! 0..1..2..3..4..5..6..7..8..9! Mix these numbers up to make bigger and better numbers! And introduce them to your aunt sally to make equations that are very fine! Like 7 + 1 = 8. Now that I have shown you how it's done. Go and make your own dance beat that will be great. Word!

~Miles Hazel~