My Drug Free Essay.

I had to do a Too Good for Drugs Essay at school and I wanted to show it to you guys. Thanks for reading and remember, stay drug free!


Why would you do drugs and alcohol when you could just go out and buy better things, like water and snacks? Basically, you are just hurting your own body by doing drugs. I live a healthy lifestyle by exercising, eating healthy, and not doing drugs! You can do the same thing as me when you live a healthy lifestyle that includes healthy food, going outside, and again, NOT DOING DRUGS!

 Sonia from Monticello, New York tells her story to lifeafter.drugfree.com. “I grew up in a home where I was taught the dangers of drugs and alcohol. My friends started doing it. They talked about it all the time and they told me how great it was. They told me to try it. Eventually, I did try it because of peer pressure and out of curiosity.” says Sonia. This story shows how peer pressure can come to you and your classmates and even friends can talk you into doing drugs and alcohol. Don’t let them talk you into it.

Doing drugs is addictive, when you do it once, sometimes you can’t even stop drinking and smoking. You could do it for 20 years and you wouldn’t even stop.

Lots of people around the world do drugs, but I never will. I want to live a long, healthy life full of wonderful things. Now and in future.

Jacquie’s Story

One girl can inspire many.

By: Abbie Nelson

It started in 1939 and went until 1945. World War II……… a tragedy that has lasted a lifetime. I’m Jacquie Quarlen and this is my story. I was a Jew living in Nazi-occupied Germany during World War II. In 1942, when the Nazi people were getting stronger, my parents were getting worried about our safety. It was too late to escape from Germany, so that was not an option. Finally, a few days later, my parents decided to go into hiding. They also decided to hide my whole family. My mom, my dad, my elderly grandmother, my cousin, Sara, and me. A few days later, we went into hiding. Where? In an underground hole in a kind German lady’s barn. Food was scarce and couldn’t go out of the hole until nighttime. Frau Michellea, the German lady, was very kind and she brought us most of her food rations. A few weeks after going into hiding, I climbed out of the hole in the night. Then, the tragedy happened. Nazi soldiers were now everywhere around Germany. One of them was standing right outside Frau Michellea’s house when I had gotten out of the hole for a breath of fresh air. He spotted me and my life was changed from that moment on. He ran to me and ordered me to tell him where I had come from. I didn’t dare tell him. My mother came out of the hole a few minutes later to see where I was. The guard spotted her and grabbed her arm. When he looked down, he saw my other family members all huddled in the corner of the hole, crying quietly. He ordered everyone to get out of the hole and to follow him to his truck that was parked in the street. We were all so worried about our discovery and what was going to happen to us. He took us to a concentration camp called, Auschwitz. It was a harsh place that had hard bunk beds with bugs and little food. We spent our days taking apart old batteries, which was worthless work. My beloved Mama died of starvation in Auschwitz on June 25^th, 1943 and my father died in Auschwitz of typhus on July 15^th, 1943. My grandmother survived the war, but died of cancer 4 months after World War II ended. My cousin, Sara died of typhus sometime between January and March of 1944 in a different concentration camp. I am very lucky that I survived the war because many children my age did not live long with the Nazis in power. I am very glad to be alive and my story inspires many.

In1941- My Novel

In 1941- My Novel

By: Awesome Abbie

Zelenda Johnson was a normal Czech girl living in Czechoslovakia during World War II. When the soldiers marched into her small town, her life was changed. It started on a beautiful spring day in 1941. Daffodils and daisies were blooming and butterflies were flying. It was 1:00 in the afternoon, when Hitler’s troops came. Zelenda was reading “The Wind in the Willows” and her mother and father were talking quietly. Her sister, Loraina was taking a nap upstairs with the families dog, Annie. Sudennly, they heard a loud knock on the door of their small house. Zelanda’s father, Micai answered the door. Zelenda heard loud voices outside. She stood from her place on the velvet red sofa and stood behind the wall quietly. She was surprised when she saw 2 large men in Nazi uniforms. They looked very orderly, but they sure didn’t smell very nice. She looked at their nametags and they read, Kail Lurgan and Kugme Liskon. All of a sudden, Zelenda’s father ran to Zelenda and her mother. He told them to pack their bags. While they did that, he went to get Loraina from her bedroom. He didn’t tell them why. When they were finished, Zelenda, Loraina, Zelenda’s mother, and Macai walked outside into the cool, spring weather. Outside, the soldiers were waiting for them. Then, they loaded the Johnson family into a huge, gray truck and drove off. They drove for hours until they entered Germany. A few hours later, they stopped at a school in Munich, Germany. Munich Central Montessori School was very big and it had a huge gymnasium. The soldiers led the family inside the gym, where about 100 other people were sitting. Nobody had any bags around them, so Zelenda started to wonder why they had bags. Once the family sat down, their bags were taken away from them by the soldiers. They replaced them with a bottle of milk and 3 pieces of stale bread. Zelenda started thinking, “We aren’t Jews” with wonder and struggle. Then, she thought again, “Why are they taking us?”. Her thoughts were interrupted by loud stomping on the hard wood floor of the gymnasium. She looked up and saw a Nazi soldier staring down at her. His cold frown was wrinkled and his curly beard stuck out from sweat. She spoke to him in Czech and asked him what was wrong. His muffled German was hard to understand, but she knew that he was yelling at her. She felt the urge of his anger to get up to salute the framed picture of Hitler on the wall. She looked around and saw all the other people saluting the picture, too. Zelenda doubted that anyone in the room, except the soldiers liked Hitler. After everyone saluted the picture, 4 girls including Zelenda were marched upstairs with a Nazi guard in the lead. One they got there, a girl Nazi ordered them to sit down in the 4 chairs that were ready for them. They sat down quietly, hoping that nothing bad would happen to them. The Nazi started speaking and she said that she wanted them to become German girls because every single Czech girl in the room had blonde hair and blue eyes. Most German girls were just like that. She told them that they were leaving for a German Girls Center in 5 minutes, so they could go and say one last good bye to their families. Zelenda and the other girls rushed down the stairs. They were all crying, even Zelenda, who was pretty tough. When they got downstairs, Zelenda ran to her family and told them EVERYTHING. She was wailing with sadness when she finished. Her parents were then wailing, too. Little Loraina had no clue what was going on. After she had said her last good-byes, Zelenda was swept away by the Nazi girl and 1 Nazi guard. The 4 girls were forced to march out the door with the Nazi guard in the lead. They marched for 30 minutes until they reached a large, brick building with a sign that said Lewis Williams German Girls Center. They walked inside, now with the Nazi girl in the lead. Inside, a firm looking lady walked up to them and told them her name, Frau Margot. While the women talked, Zelenda peeked behind Frau Margot and stared at large, stained glass picture of Hitler. She hesitated and put a disgusted look on her face.  Luckily. Frau Margot didn’t see her do that. By now, the Nazi girl had left and Frau Margot had gone inside a gray door. A few minutes later,  a maid appeared and gave each girl a teal uniform with a Germany pin. She spoke in wonderful German and she told the girls to put the outfits on. Zelenda and the other girls hurried into a large room with lots of curtains hanging everywhere. They looked like dressing rooms. Underneath the curtains, Zelenda could see pairs of feet everywhere. The 4 girls waited for 10 minutes and then Frau Margot came in. She told the girls behind the curtains to hurry up. All of the girls came out in their full uniforms with surprised looks on their faces. Zelenda doubted that they had ever seen new girls in the center before. Zelenda wasn’t paying attention to them, though. She was looking at 2 pairs of feet still behind the curtains. Obviously, Frau Margot didn’t see the pairs of feet still there. She told Zelenda and the 3 other girls to hurry up and get changed behind the curtains. Zelenda wasn’t listening, so she went to the curtain with the 2 girls behind it. She listened to them talk for a while before she peeked behind the curtain. She was very surprised when she heard them talking in Czech. “That’s so amazing” thought Zelenda. She interuppted the girls and they stopped immedietaly. “It’s okay” said Zelenda in Czech. “I came from Czechoslovakia, too” she said with kindness in her voice. The 3 girls started chatting automaticaly and they talked until Frau Margot came to see what was going on. Luckily, she didn’t overhear them talking in Czech. “Why aren’t you in your uniform yet?” she yelled at Zelenda. “I……I……I” stammered Zelenda. “Well, nevermind that, come on” said Frau Margot to Zelenda and the 2 other girls. She made all the other girls line up in an orderly fashion. “Go to the sleeping quarters” she told the girls. Everyone listenedand the girls slept peacefully. When Zelenda woke up the next morning, she knew that she was safe and that things could be much worse. Even though her parents were not with her anymore, she didn’t give up and she tried her hardest in all places.



What Matters Most

What Matters Most

By: Abbie

A Story about the Great Depression.

Hi! I’m Isabelle Yechson from Cincinnati and I was alive during the Great Depression. I was 10 years old when the stock market crashed. My father was the owner of a car dealership and my mother was a stay at home mom. I went to school at Richardson Academy with my younger sister, Rebecca Joyce and my best friend, Donna. Donna was in the same class as me. One day, after the stock market crash, I got home after school and my dad was sitting in the living room with his head in his hands. I peeked at him from behind the wall and he saw me. He asked me to come and sit with him. I ran out of my spot from behind the wall and went to sit on his lap. His usually cheerful smile was sad looking. “What’s wrong, Dad” I asked him. He answered me with a whisper “Sweetheart, I lost my job today.” I gasped. I had always thought that we had a lot of money. I guess I thought wrong. “What are you 2 doing in here” I heard Mom’s voice through the doorway. “We  were just talking” said Dad in his normal tone. I wasn’t surprised when Mom asked what was wrong. “Dad just told me that he lost his job today” I said with sadness in my voice. “What?” yelled Mom. She had just walked in the room from the doorway. Dad got a worried look on his face. I decided to give Mom and Dad some space, so I went upstairs to Rebecca’s room. She was doing her homework. I told her the whole story from start to finish. I am in 5^th grade and Rebecca is in 4^th grade, but we are very close to each other. She understands everything and that’s why I go to her with all my problems. Anyway, back to the story. So, I told her about Dad’s job and Mom’s reaction. Some of my greatest memories have been spent with Rebecca. Once, I told her everything, we went outside to play with our friends. When we got back in, about an hour later, we had to immediately learn how to be careful with our money. We needed money more for food, not new ballerina dresses. The lesson I learned from this situation was, Even if we don’t have money, we still have family to hold us together.

AfterwordA year later, the Depression ended and Isabelle’s dad found a job. Isabelle and Rebecca grew up to be teachers at their old school, Richardson Academy.

Story- My Dear Family

My Dear Family

By: Abbie

Letters from an American World War II soldier to his family in Pennsylvania.

July 18^th, 1945

My Dear Family,

I am on my way to Germany to fight for my country. I miss you already and I hope to see you soon. Farewell, my loves. Children, make sure you are good and do well in school. Loraine, my wife, take care of the kids and remember I will always love you. I will soon be home(I hope).

Love  to all,

Captain Michael L Anderson

July 20^th, 1945

Dear Loraine and Children~

My ship has just reached Rostock, Germany, but we are not going on land because the Germans hate Americans at this horrible time. Loraine, I need you to send food for us and Children, please be conservative. I love you and miss you all terribly. I hope I will see you soon.

Sincerely,

Captain Michael L Anderson

July 24^th, 1945

My Dear Loraine~

I can’t seem to convince my boss to let me come home. I came to Germany to fight for my country, but I miss you too much. Since the 20th of July, we have been in the ocean, underwater in our tiny submarine. No German boats have seen us yet and I hope they don’t. My love is sent with this letter.

From,

Captain Michael L Anderson

July 28^th, 1945

Dear Family~

A German Submarine spotted us yesterday and we waited all night for a boat to come and get us, but it never did. I thank the Lord for that. Gina, David, and Julianne, my Children, are you doing well in school? I do not want any of you to worry about me. Please enjoy life and do not worry. I hope I will see you soon.

Lots of Love,

Captain Michael L Anderson

August 2^nd, 1945

My Dear Family~

Today, another German Submarine came and circled around our submarine for a while. All of us were very afraid and we were all writing letters to our families. I don’t know what is going to happen to us, but please don’t be scared like I was. I promise I will get out of here somehow if trouble comes. I love you all.

Sincerely,

Captain Michael L. Anderson

August 5^th, 1945

Dear Children~

I am afraid that I won’t be able to come home soon.  Please tell your mother that I love her and don’t forget that I love you, too.

Love,

Captain Michael L Anderson

August 12^th, 1945

Hello-

Another German Submarine has been seen and the Germans have now seen us 3 times. We are starting to wonder if the war is even going on anymore because they are not even doing anything. If the war is over, I will be able to come home soon. I miss you guys too much, but hopefully I will see you by the end of August.

From,

Captain Michael L Anderson

August 15^th, 1945

Greetings~

I’m coming home!!!!! I can’t wait to see you! Germany has finally surrendered and the war is over now. I have to get going now because we are leaving. Good bye!!!!

Sincerely,

Captain Michael L Anderson

AFTERWORD

Captain Michael L Anderson returned home safely and they enjoyed life together until Michael’s death in 1976 of heart failure. A few years later, Loraine died of a heart attack. Gina Anderson, the oldest child became a school teacher and David, the youngest child became a soldier in Afghanistan just like his father until 2000, when he died from leg poisoning. Julianne became an illustrator for Children’s Books until her death in 1999. Everyone in the Anderson family lived a happy life and they were all very talented. Thank you for reading about the Anderson family!

Thank you for reading this book and I hope you get the chance to read some more of my books!!!!!!!

 

 Hey-

Sorry I haven't been posting, but this is an old story that I wrote a while back in time. Well, maybe a couple months ago. Thanks for reading!

 It's just basically a practice story because this is definitely not my best story!

~Abbie

Letters from Around the World

By: Abbie Nelson

Dear Grandma-

Cousin Emma says hi and she wants me to tell you that she misses you. Oh, and Mother wants to know what you want for your birthday. Write back soon!

Lots of Love,

Josephine, your granddaughter

Dear Josephine~

Tell Cousin Emma I say hello. I would like anything you think I would like for my birthday. I can’t believe I’m turning 69. WOW!!!!

Sincerely,

Grandma Edwards

Dear Lillie-

I can’t believe you moved away from Minnesota! How is your new school? Write soon…..

From,

Valerie

Valerie-

I know, I can’t believe my parents made me move with them from Minnesota to Texas. School is okay, but I miss our old school. L

Sincerely,

Lillie

P.S.

Do you like my handwriting? My Grandma showed me how to do it this way! J

Dear Aunt Tina-

How is the business in your shop? Would you be willing to send me some of your braided necklaces? I was thinking that I could give some to my friends. Thank you!

Lots of Love,

Quinn

Dear Quinne-

The business in my store is wonderful. Thanks for asking! Therefore, I will send you some braided necklaces AND bracelets. See you later!

Love,

Aunt Tina

Hi Mom-

How is your trip to South Carolina? Dad and I are having a great time here at home in Alabama, but we miss you! Have a good rest of your trip!

Love,

Megan

Dear Megan-

The trip is fantastic! I am glad you and your Dad are having a fun. A few more days and I’ll see you.

From,

Mom

Hello Uncle Tommy-

2 more weeks until summer and then I’ll see you in Illinois. Did you know that you are my favorite uncle?

Sincerely,

Lauren

Dear Lauren-

I can’t wait to see you. You are my favorite niece. See you in late June.

From,

Uncle Tommy

I have written over 25 stories and books and novels, so watch out! Here come's Abbie! I will be posting a story on here whenever I have time, so please be patient with me......thanks again for coming to this blog!

Welcome to my new blog!

As you  may have read from the sidebar and the blog address, my name is Abbie and I am awesome and adventurous. Before I start posting real posts about my stories, I decided to tell you a little bit about myself.

• I LOVE writing stories, novels, and books!
• I LOVE photography (check out my photography blog at http://www.photosgalorebyabbie.blogspot.com/)
• I LOVE Blogging and Blogger (I have 3 blogs now!)
• I love pink and purple.
• I love Christian singers and bands.
• I am a Christ Follower all the way. I love Jesus!
• I like Taylor Swift and Justin Bieber.
• I live in the sunny Florida!
• I want to be an author, a pediatrition, and a foster parent when I grow up.
• I love Twix bars and Ghiradelli Chocolatiers.
• I love my family and friends.
• I am thankful for all the people that come on my blogs. Thanks for leaving comments and followers!

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