What could I be?

What makes me special? How about this, I'll tell you what makes me special, if you can guess who I am. I'll give you a little time to think. Got it yet? How much more time do you need? How about now? Here, I'll make a deal with you, if you can guess who I am by all the things I am about to tell you, I will tell you all the awesome things I can do. But if you can't figure out who I am; I'll give you little hints here and there. And if you still can't figure it out; I'll tell you at the very end. How about that? Are we good? Good.

Being a simpleton is not my style, I can play DRR (Dance Dance Revelusion) on the extreme level and never miss a beat. Tattoo's are for babies, I swallow that ink and the picture appears wherever I want to it too: on my arms, legs, shoulders, neck, hands, feet, anywhere! People have told me that I am smarter than a computer, though I did loose to a computer a chess, it was never a match for me at kick-boxing. Squealing tires on my car like some N-owning, small minded child is too boring for me, no I just stare at my tires and they melt right off the rims! Spiders are no match for my cunning skills in rolled up newspaper vs. spider game.

I taught Batman all he knows and know Dallas Rowe's two true weaknesses! I bowl 305 and kicked the nose right off of Micheal Jackson's face just for him being a bit too weird. Leaping puddles in a single bound, I am often seen in my nerd hole, but when I am not saving the n00bs of this world from shear peral and embaressment, I am precheating to the world that Pepsi IS better than Coke. Though I would not call myself a hero, using only a rubber band and an oversized novelty foam finger, I once saved a small village in China from a hoard of vicious man eating mice.

With all that information, have you finally figured out who I am? Not yet?! I'm surprised, I thought that you were better than that! Woah, I think my IQ just dropped a point just by the fact that you don't know who I am! NO! Huston! We have a problem! Wait, hold on. I caught it, no need to worry. I got it, give me a second while I put it back into my brain. Wait. Okay, I got it back in, no need to panic! Okay, since you still havn't gotten it, I'll continue.

Let's see, I am an expert in converting oxygen into carbon dioxide, a n00b in math and a ruthless outlaw in Wales. I'm addicted to garlic bread; unknown in the art of eating sushi and worshiped by the way I can tell what kind of animals went into the hotdog I am eating. Dinosaurs aren’t a thing of the past, I have the last remaining one in my basement, and his name is Bob. Horizontal stripes make me look thinner while vertical stripes make me look wider.

Did you guess it yet? I gave you as many hints as I could without me having to kill you after saying the hint. Oh well, I guess I am just that kind of person, I have been known to become invisible and slip into places I’m not supposed too. Okay, well since you’ve been so nice and have read this whole essay, I guess I’ll tell you who I am. I am a grade 12 student at Princess Margaret Second School, and my name is Arlene Dunstan-Adams.

Uh Oh

The ringing bell sounds all around, crawling into my ear and vibrating my very soul. Step by step my feet bring me forward; closer and closer to my destination. The door. The room. My body quivers as I continue forward. I'm there. The door, just one more step, "Uh oh...” my voice stops abruptly, my breath is caught in my throat. He's there. A shadow looms over his face, his large frame blocking my way to my seat and to safety. The eyes of a predator must have been stolen, as those eyes could only be possessed by the coldest hearted beast. His top lip curled up in a snarl like an angry wolf's at a foe. The sagging of his chin hung over the untidy tie; in such a way that it looked like his face was melting wax. Head tilting upwards my eyes meet his, but my voice is no where to be found. Slowly....surely....I find it and speak up. "I-I'm sorry I'm late Mr. Whitely."

Dropped like a hot potato

There he is, a chip off the old block, my good friend, as common as dirt, though it was as clear as mud that he needed my help. Not knowing his ass from his elbow, in broad daylight there he is, hanging off that damn cliff by his finger nails. Like I told him before, the apple doesn't fall far from the tree, but does he listen to me? No! It's like talking to a brick wall! Feet skimming the edge of the dirt cliff, I contemplate on if I'm even going to save him or not. But...I guess....blood is thicker than water. Though he did bite off more than he could chew, I told him that if he backed up anymore he would fall. It just cut the ground right out from under him when he fell, making me have to hold back a half a yelp and a half a laugh. But, I'm not one to have a cow, so I casually walked over, though it was against my nature and against the grain for me, I knelt down and crammed my neck over the end. "What's up?" I asked him, and he scoffed at me, wiggling his legs as if he had ants in his pants. Reaching down, I grabbed his hands that were as cold as ice, my eyes caught his face, it was as white as snow! "Hey!" I yelled, "Its a hell of a lot better than being poked in the eye with a sharp stick!" he again scoffed while I heaved his body, as heavy as an ox I figured from shear peril. Once back on common ground, he flung his arms around me and said "You're the best thing since sliced bread!" Laughing to myself, I just asked him, "Where you born in a barn or something!?" though I did not get a reply, I figured as much. Without words, we got up and returned to our home, safe and sound.

Power of the Wolf

Imagine looking up to the darkened sky, seeing a milky white orb splotched with grey, blue and black freckles of esoteric and mystery, then being able to change into the one animal that ruled the earth far longer than humans ever have, and will continue to rule long after humans are gone. The wolf. A fierce yet nurturing, noble yet sly, loyal yet true to one's self without the help of others. Being able to change from this fleshy and primitive form to the beautiful creature that is the wolf is the one power I want to possess more than the very blood that runs through my veins. Piercing blue, green, yellow, amber or even brown eyes; keen ears able to hear the smallest mouse's heart beat under five feet of snow, claws and fangs able to tear flesh from bone in seconds, whether it is enemy or prey. Why do humans so wish to fly? What is the point of being up in the air when they have no wings? Wolves have wings, though they are not in the shape of a bird or plane, they are in the shape of legs. Running is the flying for a wolf, being able to clear long distances in matter of seconds while the rush of energy and ferocity overcomes the senses. Coiling the large hind muscles, and launching forward into the very face of danger, knowing all well that the pack is behind to defend until the end. That is the power I wish to possess, to be able to change from primitive human to the one ruler of the land, the wolf.