Cat

**__Rebirth of Redemption__ Teressa didn't know it would all fail... She didn't know... The night is pitch black as the white mans heart and soul, the air filled with the taste of rotting flesh like decapitating salmon; Screams of pain echo from everywhere like a witch's screech, the moans of the dying surrounding me. Bullets flying everywhere and every now and then you'd hear the sound of what is like a legion of militia firing all at once, which sounds like the tigers roar in the thunder storms, This was all to much like hell... Like an Armageddon clash of the titans free for all. It was an all out battle, Negros killing Negros, whites killing whites, this was a battle I' am sure no one will even come close to winning.

Finally someone lit a torch, but not to see... He threw the torch into the corn fields and suddenly a blaze flew up to the sky with the sound of a elephants roar. Cries, weeping, and screams came from the fields. Then someone came running out of the fields burning to death

Preface (What You Need To Know Before You Read) by Cat Johnson**

__**What is fictional in this story?**__ Basically the only thing that isn't fictional is the fact that the some of the slaves practiced voodoo
 * __What is the historical setting for this story?__** I’ve set this story in 1775, Georgia,
 * __What is true in this story?__** What is true in this story is that the slaves did come from Haiti, they did practice voodoo, and there was sacrifices.
 * __In this story, you will read about__** a brave girl who finds herself hanging from a thin thread of voodoo. She is 19 years old, she is about 120 lbs, wears her hair down, skin dark as a potato, eyes blue as the ocean, hair black as a winter night, voice beautiful as her body, butt not to big but not to small, breasts big as melons, and teeth whiter then a white mans skin.

__**If you want to read MORE about these topics, I used these sources for my story:**__ “George Washington and Slavery.” Accessed 24 February 2010. []. Lester, Julius. To Be A Slave. New York: Puffin, 2000. “Martha Washington”. Accessed 24 February 2010. []. Rinaldi, Ann. Taking Liberty. New York: Simon and Schuster, 2002. “Africans in America: The Revolutionary War.” Accessed 24 February 2010. []. “The Will of George Washington.” Accessed 24 February 2010. [] Catalino Hip Hop Dancing

**Project Goal**: Have all the moves down and ready for performance


 * Why I want to learn this**: I want to learn this because, I love to hip-hop dance, and I want to learn more moves than I already know. Also I want to know if I have the moves I know, down.


 * How this will a personal challenge**: Some of the moves are hard to remember or hard to do.

Why she can teach me this skill: She teaches for Juneau Dance Unlimited
 * My Mentor**: Alex Brown


 * Short Term Goal #1**: Being in class (starts in January)
 * Short Term Goal #2**: Being on time
 * Short Term Goal #3**: Be able to do a stall by end of February
 * Short Term Goal #4**: Have choreography memorized a(by end of April)
 * Short Term Goal #5**: Be ready for dress rehearsal(April)
 * Final Goal**: Performance(May)

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Project Goal: Have all the moves down and ready for performance

Why I want to learn this: I want to learn this because, I love to hip-hop dance, and I want to learn more moves than I already know. Also I want to know if I have the moves I know, down.

How this will a personal challenge: it will be a personal challenge because some of the moves are hard to remember or hard to do.

My Mentor: Alex Brown Why she can teach me this skill: She works for Juneau Dance Unlimited

Short Term Goal #1: Being in class Short Term Goal #2: Being on time Short Term Goal #3: Able to do a stall by end of February Short Term Goal #4: Have everything memorized by end of April Short Term Goal #5: Be ready for dress rehearsal Final Goal: Performance

Project Goal: Have all the moves down and ready for performance

Why I want to learn this: I want to learn this because, I love to hip-hop dance, and I want to learn more moves than I already know. Also I want to know if I have the moves I know, down.

How this will a personal challenge: it will be a personal challenge because some of the moves are hard to remember or hard to do.

My Mentor: Alex Brown Why she can teach me this skill: She works for Juneau Dance Unlimited

Short Term Goal #1: Being in class Short Term Goal #2: Being on time Short Term Goal #3: Able to do a stall by end of February Short Term Goal #4: Have everything memorized by end of April Short Term Goal #5: Be ready for dress rehearsal Final Goal: Performance

Monsters of Death By Catalino J.

1. My monsters was the death of my aunt marsha (sweetie) and my great grandpa sandy (papa or popo). They were the two main links in our family, the shiny keys for our rusty locks, and the hearts for our bodies. I didn't talk to anyone at all for 3 months, I only ate dinner in my room at 9:00 A.M, and I was hurt so badly it got to the point where I felt suicidel.


 * Love**

By Catalino Johnson

She walks down the hall, Hugging Happy, Joyful, and Faith, On her way to class. She passes by me, Her long black hair filling up the hall, With a scent of roses and freshly baked cookies.

Later she sits behind me, I start writing, She stands up to go sharpen her pencil, I look up, She's wearing a tight shirt that rises up from the bottom that's torquise, Under is a yellow shirt over her belly. Her breasts sticking out like white light in a pitch-black night, Her buttocks looks like two melons stuck in her pants, Her skinny jeans hugging her legs, Her shoes Nike white, lime green, and gray.

It's lunch, I see her walking down the hall, Her walk is like a supermodels body, Powerful and attracting, With her sassy smile, And her beautiful brown eyes, Suddenly light hits her, At that moment, She looked like an angel, Her smile reflecting the light and blinding me by passion, Suddenly I get a feeling I am not use to.

Her hair is over her right eye, Her ears are like mine, She has earrings that are bright and loud, Her hands and skin begging me and tempting me to touch.

It looks smooth as a polished egg, I am afraid my passion for her will overwhelm my feelings and I'll fall in deep-deep LOVE for her.