Short Story

Rapping For Love

As J-Wall and his agents gathered around the cherry desk, they started discussing

plan for his new album. They talked about marketing plan and how they could make the

J-Wall had just struck a deal with Kanye West’s Good Music Record label and

quickly rose to the hip hop community. He is amazed with all the attention he is receiving

and is just soaking it all in. In a matter of days his self titled album aimed to the top of the

billboard charts and his fan base was growing quickly.

Everyone started shouting out places they think J-Wall should go.

“Lets go to China, lets go to Australia, lets go to Egypt, how about Alaska, someone

“We are not going to all those places”.

***

As J-Wall was sitting in his in is first class seat, on the 747 jet, he looked at his

blank I-Phone and saw his blemish-face, cappuccino skin complex and his Seattle

Mariners hat. The thought to himself, “I can’t believe I’m flying first class in Space Jam

11’s, going on tour across the world.”

He hit the call button to ask the stuartist for a glass of water. He needed it to take

what he called is knockout pills, seeing that this was his first time on an airplane and he

Once he got to china and started doing shows, Egypt, Australia, and Alaska

seemed to soar passed him. Until he got to Brazil. Once he got to Brazil he was

overwhelmed with thick humid air. All he was ready to do was go straight to the hotel and

relax and nap before he had to do his next performance.

After grabbing his bags, he started walking to the front of the airport. He then saw

a beautiful Brazilian woman holing a sign that read “James Wallace.” This woman was

milk chocolate brown skinned and tall with an athletic body shape. She had on a navy

blue skirt and a collard shirt as if she attended a catholic school. Her curly hair was held

in a bun, a loose one, like she had quickly wrapped it up and put a ball point pen in it.

“How was your flight Mr. Wallace,” said the beautiful brown skinned woman.

“Good I guess, I was asleep the entire flight,” answered J-Wall.

“I am so sorry to hear that, hopefully you have a great time at our hotel.”

“Well my name is Manon Smith and I will take you to your hotel room,” she said as

Manon held her hand out for J-Wall to shake. J-Wall shook her hand and kissed it. It felt

like the smooth skin of a new born baby.

“Let me get your bags for you Mr. Wallace” Manon said.

“No I got them,” he said as he picked up his bags.

“Oh no, please let me take them. I insist.”

“No, I got them. No beautiful lady like yourself should have to carry these heavy bags of

“Okay, well follow me then,” she said as was taking J-Wall to the Lincoln Town Car.

“So will you be staying at the beautiful and relaxing Don Resort here in Brazil,” she

“Yes I am. Is it as nice as you say?”

“Yes it is. It is in the heart of the city.”

“World Wide Magazine named us the Best Resort in the World,” she stated.

“Oh good. I am lucky to be staying here, and to have such a beautiful woman working

Manon blushed and turned red after J-Wall said that too her.

“Do you listen to rap music,” asked J-Wall.

“No I do not like that type of music.”

“Well how about you come to my concert tonight and maybe I can change your mind

“Hmmm.” She thought about it for a long second. “Okay, I’ll go.”

J-Wall handed her a backstage pass, gave Manon a hug, and went to his hotel suite to rest

***

After attending the concert, Manon immediately fell in love with J-Wall.

Everyday he was in Brazil the two went on a day and both of their feelings grew greater

for one another. On his last day in Brazil he woke up with Manon and told her how much

he was going to miss her. He also reminded her that his flight was going to leave at

12:45pm and it was already 10:30am.

J-Wall finished packing his bags and put them in the Lincoln Town Car. They

were both on their way to the airport. On the ride there, there was nothing but dead

silence in the car. It was the type of awkward silence when you want to say something

to the other person, but you just cannot find the words and you don’t know what to say.

A deaf person would be able to hear the car engine whine if they were in the car. Finally

they arrived at the airport. Manon got out the car and opened the door for J-Wall. He got

out, grabbed his bags out of the trunk, and then gave Manon a hug and a long kiss.
“Deep up out of here with me,” J-Wall whispered in Manon’s ear after the kiss.

Manon was so excited she answered before J-Wall could finish asking her. She jumped

into his arms and they both got on the plan coming back to Los Angeles, California in the

***

Once J-Wall and Manon arrived in Los Angeles, it wasn’t even 10minuets before

J-Wall got a call from Kanye West. Kanye told J-Wall that he and Manon had to go to the

Grammy Awards in 3 hours. In a hurry, the couple quickly rushed to J-Wall’s house in

Beverly Hills to get dressed. Even though they were in a rush, they had to dress nice

because the Red Carpet is where celebrity fashion gets highly judged. Once they were

ready they were picked up in a limo where they were greeted by the Good Music

Records’ family. Everyone in the limo was in amazement like they had just seen a ghost,

but exited as if they had just won the lottery. This was all due to how stunning J-Wall’s

girlfriend was. This was the first time that any of them had seen her. They had all laughed

because Kanye made a joke saying that J-Wall is ugly.

When they had arrived to the Red Carpet they all exited the limo. Usually Kanye

receives the most attention from the media because of his clothes and the woman that

brings, but not this time. As soon as J-Wall and Manon stepped out, they were instantly

swarmed by cameras and reporters. J-Wall was wearing a Members only jacket with a

Ralph Lauren polo. Seven jeans were on his legs with some Louis Vuitton shoes that were

designed by Kanye. He didn’t want to dress up, he wanted to look more urban styled. J-

Wall was soon interviewed by a young reporter named Sarah Bloomingburg.
“Hello J-Wall, I’m Sarah Bloomingburg from ABC 7.”

“Hi Sarah. I would like everyone out there to also meet my new girlfriend Manon

“In Brazil while I was on my world tour.”

Sarah kept talking to J-Wall while also being slightly rude to Manon. When he walked

away she screamed at the top of her lungs, “I am your number one fan!” J-Wall didn’t

turn around though. He acted as if he didn’t hear her.

***

Late at night the Grammy’s finally ended and J-Wall and Manon went to his

house to go get some rest. They both did not want to go to the after party. They were

exhausted from the long day that they had. Opening up the front door, J-Wall notice that

“What the hell are you doing in my house you weirdo,” he screamed at the top of his

“J-Wall, I am your biggest fan. I love you.”

It was Sarah Bloomingburg. She had somehow got into J-Wall’s house and waited for

Not answering his question she answered, “I Love you, I want to be with you J-Wall.”

Sarah not seeing Manon, J-Wall told her to go into the back of the house, hide, and get

“You need to leave my house now lady.”

“Why leave? We are a couple, you are my man.”

“No I am not. You need help lady.”

Sarah did not like that and pulled a knife out then forcing J-Wall up stairs. After tying

him up in a chair, she left the room to look for Manon. “Help,” screamed J-Wall for his

life. Outside Manon heard this and snuck into the house to untie him. Sarah soon caught

“Lady you need to leave now and put that knife down,” Manon said to Sarah.

“No, you need to leave my man alone tamp.”

After saying that, Sarah rushed at Manon holding the knife in her hand. Running

as fast as she can she try to stab and kill Manon so that she could have J-Wall all for

herself. Sarah looked as if she was a bat out of hell with her red eyes, all black clothes,

short black hair, and saliva hanging down from her mouth. At the last minute Manon

dropped to the floor tripping Sarah. Sarah fell out of the large glass window and fell into

the middle of the street where she got ran over by a car two minutes later. The driver

thought that he killed Sarah, but J-Wall and Manon told the man what happened. They

called the ambulance and then everything was safe.

Once the situation died down J-Wall and Manon decided to go to a hotel for the

night. They were so tired that once they got into their small suite they both went right to

sleep as if they had taken some of J-Wall’s Knockout Pills.

autobigraphy

My name is Jamie Taylor Harper. I was born and raised in Los Angeles, California. My date of birth is July 26^th, 1993 which makes me 17 years old. My mother’s name is Cherie Harper, my father’s name is Shawn Harper Sr., and my older brother’s name is Shawn Harper Jr. When I was younger I always wanted to be like my older brother. He played a game that I would later have a great love for and cherish. This game was basketball. At first I only played it because he was, and I wanted to do everything that he did. Later in my young life I grew love and passion for this game. Basketball is my life and I love everything about it. It makes me feel good.

The Elementary School I attended was called Brentwood Science Magnet. I went there with my brother for two years, since he is three years older than me. At that school I made friends, but none I would keep past those five years there. I was pretty popular at that school because I was the best basketball player by far. From there I went to the Middle School, New West Charter. I didn’t want to go there but my mom forced me. I wanted to attend Palms Middle School. In Middle School I had a good three years there, and remained in the popular crowd.

Then it was time to go to high school. I have attended three high schools. The first school I went to was University High School. I went there for two years. I played basketball for them because my love for the game began to grow. I wasn’t very popular when I was a freshman but that is because I came into the school knowing very few people. But as time went on I started knowing more and more people since I hung out with all older people. By the time I got to the tenth grade, more people knew me than I knew at the school. I started to have problems with the basketball coach there. He started benching me and taking away playing time from me. Till the day I die I still won’t know why he did that. I was one of the best players on the team too. It cost him many games too. I got benched for a Facebook status I posted after a game. I don’t even know how he saw it since my profile is blocked to people who are not my friend. He wasn’t going to help me get into college for basketball so I decided to leave.

I decided to go to Inglewood High School. When I would see Inglewood High, I would always say, “I am never going to that school.” I found that funny that I ended up going there and playing basketball for them. Transferring to Inglewood I only knew two people, and I didn’t know them very well. I made friends pretty quick and met more people as the school year went on. When I told people I came from University High School they would ask why I switched, I told them for basketball. They would then think I wasn’t very good because University wasn’t a basketball school and good players don’t come out of there. I wouldn’t argue with them, I just waited for a chance to show them. When the basketball season started and people saw that I was good, I got a whole new respect. There are still people who hated on me for whatever reason, but they inspired me. From there, I then transferred to City Honors High School, but I could still play for Inglewood which was good.

When I was 7 I had my tonsils taken out because they were infected. This was a big surgery for me and at the time I was very scared. I didn’t want to have it done, but it was affecting me very much. I also had something in my nose taken out that I still don’t know what it was. I do know that both things were affecting my breathing greatly. I also had bad asthma at that age so having those 3 problems was not going well for me. After the surgery was done I did see major improvement. As I grew older I grew out of my asthma. I still have it, but it is not bad at all and barely comes up. When I would get sick, before I grew out of it, the asthma would take over my body and I could barely breathe a lot. I would miss a lot of school because of this.

School is very important to my parents, mostly my mother. She expected for me to get good grades. But me being competitive, I would never want anything to be bad because I felt I could do just as good as the so called “smart kids” in the class. I tried to stay getting A’s and B’s. My 11^th grade year I maintained a 4.0 GPA both semesters. My parents were very proud of me. I still always wondered why they don’t push up grades to my brother because he always brought C’s home. Getting good grades I knew would help me for my future because I know I want it to be the best it could possibly be.

When I turned 17 I started to think more about my future and the person I was and who I wanted to be. I knew I had to change my ways. I started to work harder in the things that I did. I also started reading the Bible on my own time. I knew the person I wanted to be, I just needed something to help me mold myself into that person. I got help from my best friend, Darien Whitman, which I met while I was at University High School. He wanted to change and get more serious too. It was much easier knowing I had someone to help me and check up on me, and I would do the same for him. He would also help me workout since he loved basketball too.

As I’ve been told I come off as cocky. I never have seen it and deny it, but it is some things you can’t change. I have made remarks that are cocky, but when I said them I was just playing around.  I still do it sometimes but not often. I tried to stop been seen as cocky, but people still say it. I think it is just confidence. When people ask me if I good in basketball I would say duh, but now I just say “I guess so.” I would rather show people then tell them. I don’t like to “gas myself up” because staying humble keeps me in my place. And that is where I need to be. I like when people talk about me in a negative way because I makes me work harder to perfect that area.

Working hard and not taking the easy way out is the way I do everything. I have never been the person that would win free things. I would always have to work hard to buy them, or work hard to win it. Raffles, drawings, meaningless games, bets, never won those. It is alright with me though because I know all the hard work I put in won’t be wasted in the future. My favorite quote of all time, and that I live by is by Robert Frost. “Two roads diverged in a wood and I-- I took the one less traveled by, and that has made all the difference.”

Reflection

My time in this creative writing class i have been able to get all my thoughts out in my writing. I have learned how to not just write one way, but how to write many different ways, and to create my own writing style. I have learned alot, and this class has helped me become a better writer. I will miss having this class, and i will consider taking a writing class in college, and may continue to post on my blog to get all my thoughts out on certain topics.

Child Labor

Child Labor is a serious issue. Children at a very young age are being used to make people rich. It isn't good for their health, or their future. Children are the future of the world that we live in today. Why not help them so our world can continue to flourish? Why instead we use them for our own satisfaction? Many top companies Like Nike and Apple. Eventhough I like both Nike and Apple, I believe that they should use children to make them rich.

Lasers Manifesto

To Every Man, Woman & Child...


1. We Want An End To The Glamorization Of Negativity In The Media.


2. We Want An End To Status Symbols Dictating Our Worth As Individuals.


3. We Want A Meaningful And Universal Education System.


4. We Want Substance In The Place Of Popularity.


5. We Will Not Compromise Who We Are To Be Accepted By The Crowd.


6. We Want The Invisible Walls That Separate By Wealth, Race & Class To Be Torn Down.


7. We Want To Think Our Own Thoughts.


8. We Will Be Responsible For Our Environment.


9. We Want Clarity & Truth From Our Elected Officials Or They Should Move Aside.


10. We Want Love Not Lies.


11. We Want An End To All Wars. Foreign & Domestic (Violence).


12. We Want An End To The Processed Culture Of Exploitation, Over-Consumption & Waste.


13. We Want Knowledge, Understanding & Peace.


14. WE WILL NOT LOSE BECAUSE WE ARE NOT LOSERS, WE ARE LASERS!!!


Lasers are the opposite of losers. Lasers are shining beams of light that burn through the darkness of ignorance. Lasers shed light on injustice and inequality. Losers stand by and let things happen. Lasers act and shape their own destinies. Lasers find meaning and direction in the mysteries all around them. Lasers stand for love and compassion. Lasers stand for peace. Lasers stand for progression. Lasers are revolutionary.

Lasers Are The Future. 


We're Not Losers...We Are L.A.S.E.R.S.!!!


Love Always Shines Every-time Remember 2 Smile!


-LF

Smokers??

 I believe that it is a good idea to ban all smoking from restaurants and bars, because those who smoke are affecting the healthy lungs of those whom do not smoke. From smoking in restaurants and bars the people around the smokers can develop second hand smoke. Their life can be changed drastically by causing someone who had perfectly healthy lungs to have asthma, bronchitis, colds, pneumonia, and other lung diseases. Secondhand smoke is the third leading preventable cause of disability and early death in the United States. For every eight smokers who die from smoking, one innocent bystander dies from secondhand smoke. It is an issue that could have been avoided by simply banning smoking from inside a restaurant or bar.

You cannot force anyone to stop something they do not want to do. You can also not ban smoking because it will them become concealed like marijuana, since it is illegal, or the prohibition era when alcohol was ban. Many speakeasies, an underground establishment, were created so that people can still get alcoholic drinks illegally. It will be nearly impossible to stop all smokers from smoking. The best resolution would be to have the smoking section outside!

When someone smokes in an enclosed area all of the smoke stays accumulated together and grows. The smoke then begins to cover the whole room. Between 70% and 90% of non-smokers in the American population, children and adults, are regularly exposed to secondhand smoke. It is estimated that only 15% of cigarette smoke gets inhaled by the smoker. The remaining 85% lingers in the air for everyone to breathe. If a person spends more than two hours in a room where someone is smoking, the nonsmoker inhales the equivalent of four cigarettes.

Although there are smoking areas, if it is indoors it will spread into the non- smoking area. If they have all the smoking areas outside the wind will blow the smoke away. Also the areas between the smoking and non- smoking sections are sometimes close together. So the smoke can still bother those who are in the non- smoking section. I agree to ban smoking in restaurants and bars but it’s a violation to the freedom of humans. So the best thing to do is move the smoking section outside and away from everyone.

The struggle

A happy culture from a place away
Brought by force, and had to stay
Separated from their loved ones
And put to work, for people they knew none of.

Hundreds of years until it stopped
Emancipation Proclamation, Post Civil War
Treated terrible, as if they should still be bought.

Fought for rights, voting
Gained a little, Jim Crow
Violently and non-violent, Black Panthers
Some people were still wedged in the middle.

With the death of a great leader, Martin Luther King Jr. & Malcolm X
More people in the world were able to see clearer.
Even that, it still wasn't ok
Still seeing the Confederate Ghosts', KKK.

Gained more, as time flies by
Every day is a mission
And every day we try.

Accomplishments with no credit
Garret Morgan, traffic light and Madam CJ Walker, flat iron.
Ropes around the neck, they still did it.

As we try to teach
The youth of our struggle,
The schools of the in the present day
Provide only a brief rebuttal.