Emily’s Writing Enquirer

February 6^th-

     ”Good morning its 7:00 and time for a little morning music…” My alarm clock went off and the sound of Leona Lewis’ Better in Time filled the bedroom of my apartment with music. Another day in the life of Jaela Smith.

          “Oh great.” It was already 7 and my job interview was at 8 and was 45 minutes away. I quickly combed through my shoulder length brown hair and brushed my teeth and ran out the door to the Shore-side Apartment’s parking garage.

          Where is that car? I thought to myself. I don’t have time for this.

          I had already wasted ten minutes when I got to the car and of course based on my luck so far today there was traffic all the way to the mountain.

          “Come on people. It’s not that hard to drive. Goodness!” I was getting so mad and just needed to calm down.

          I tuned into my favorite radio station. Wild 94.9 and just relaxed. Twenty minutes passed when the traffic was over but I still hadn’t covered barely any ground towards the interview. The back road would be the best so I kicked up the speed of my car and went straight up the windy mountain to Santa Cruz. Bad Idea.

          I quickly went around a bend on the mountain and suddenly I felt as though I was out of control. I tried the brake and it made me spin. My adrenaline was rushing and I didn’t know what to do. Should I jump out? Let go of the wheel? The trees were surrounding me, spinning in circles. I couldn’t focus on anything but hoping, praying, that I would be alive the next day. All of a sudden my car went from the road to the side of the mountain. Tumbling down the hill, I was being thrown around like an old Raggedy Anne doll. I felt a sharp pain in my chest and closed my eyes so glass wouldn’t get in. It was like a never ending rollercoaster that would kill you. It made me think about what had happened in life and started to appreciate what I had done and others had done for me in case I wasn’t on earth tomorrow. Then everything went dark and…

          I felt a shark electric current go through my chest.”Clear!” Someone yelled. I was in the hospital and there were doctors surrounding me each one with a task that could help in saving my life.

    “What happened?” I mumbled not remembering the crash. There was blood all over my clothes and pain covered my body. All I knew was that something was covering where my heart is and that my heart was starting to beat really fast.

    “I’m sorry mam we are going to have to sedate you. You need a heart implant a shard of glass from your windshield went right through you.”

    “Oh…” I was trying to talk but felt the sudden feeling of being suffocated. Then I realized I couldn’t breathe and was going into cardiac arrest.

    “We need the Crash Kit in here now!” The nurse yelled and I felt like a thousand needles were pinching me then…. Blackout.

February 7^th-

“Get away now. Go before they get to you.”

Beep. Beep. The heart rate monitor woke me up from a deep sleep. What a weird dream.

          “Good Morning!” A bright cheery nurse came in the room. “How are you feeling today?”
          “I feel better just had a weird dream last night.”

          “Really? What was it about?”
          “It was like something was warning me about this place like it wanted me to leave.”

          Her face looked concerned and then she stuttered. “What a silly dream! We are nothing but a normal hospital. I mean look at us we have doctors nurses and patients that’s all a hospital is, right?”

          “Um, yes I suppose it is just a normal hospital. The dream must have been from the medicine or something.”

          “I agree. Well just relax you’re heart transplant went perfect but you are going to have to stay here for about 7 days for therapy and to make sure your heart will be just as good as your old one. Well I have got to go attend to another patient have a nice day!”

          “You too.” I replied. She was really nice. I guess this is a great hospital after all. What a ridiculous dream. Then I heard it again.

“Leave now. Go you’ll regret it if you don’t.”

          It’s just my imagination I thought to myself as my doctor walked into my room.

          “Hello Miss Smith I have heard you are feeling better today.”

          I nodded in agreement.

          “Well I was wondering if you could sign some liability papers for me.”

          “Sure. It’s for the insurance right?”
          “Um. Yes it is just sign here.”

          “Okay.” I took the pen scanned over the paper and signed next to the x on the paper.

          The doctor chuckled as he walked out of my room and seemed as though he was pleased with my decision to sign the papers.

          That was weird. I observed the room there was a crash cart in the right corner, a side table next to my bed with a phone and a lamp, and a closet in the far wall that I was facing.

          I began to read a book that they had brought me. It was one of those horror stories when a couple would move into a town and the people there would be too nice and then something would happen and blah, blah, blah. In the end everything would be happy like every other story.

          A few chapters into the book there was a creak from somewhere in my room. No one had entered, it wasn’t the bed or in another room. Then I looked across the room to see the closet door slightly opened.  Must have been movement from the other room causing it to open. I’m not going to worry about it. I started reading again and the door creaked again this time managing to swing all the way open. Then within a second of me noticing it slammed shut.

          I pressed the button that would call in a nurse.

          “Yes.” She said. It was the same nurse as before. “What seems to be the problem?”
          “Um I just have a question. Is this place haunted or was there just an earthquake?”
          “Oh silly goose this place isn’t haunted and there wasn’t just an earthquake it’s just your imagination.”

“See. They don’t believe you. Leave. Go quickly before they do what they did to me to you.”

          “Did you hear that?”
          “Hear what?”
          “That voice it keeps talking to me telling me to leave here. It says to leave before you guys do to me what you did to it.”

          “I swear you have such an active imagination.”

          The nurse left me alone in the room only to meet the doctor out in the hall. While they were talking they looked concerned. Then the nurse pointed at me and the doctor had a sudden sense of urgency. As if he needed to do something fast like surgery before the patient escaped.

I turned my head and saw something in the closet as my eyes passed over it. I looked directly into it and something moved. It was starting to come out of the closet. Crawling on the floor with its head down. Then it brought its head up and yelled,” LOOK WHAT THEY DID TO ME!” Its chest was missing a heart and had a matching scar to mine. “You stole my heart and now I am part of you. You can’t escape now. It’s too late. They are going to get you. I know the date too. This happened to me the same time last year. 7 days right? Well on Friday the 13^th you are going to be like me a ghost haunting the halls of Bear Valley Hospital trying to warn people about these doctors.” Its voice was croaky and I knew it wasn’t my imagination.

          “Please tell me what is going to happen! How long do I have?”

“Not long enough…” It crawled back in the closet and closed the door whispering,” I warned you.”

February 8^th-

          This morning has gone exceptionally well. So far the nurse has come in twice: once as sweet as an angel and the other time as worried as a fly being swatted at. I think the doctor has realized what is happening to me and that he has dismissed the sightings of the creature as hallucinations but I don’t believe him. After the doctor came in to make sure my scar was healing correctly and to give me some pain medicine I thought over something the creature had said yesterday. It was talking about how I stole its heart. That made me curious to find out whom or what’s heart I have.

          I brought up the matter with one of the residents at the hospital. “Is there any chance that you know whose heart I have now?”

          Her face turned from bright and cheery to a sudden stern look. “No, no, no! I don’t know! Please don’t ask me that question!”

          “Well then do you know anyone that does know who my new heart did belong to?”

          “Mam. I don’t believe that is something you need to know. You should be happy that you are alive for now.”

          “For now?”

          “Oh no. Never mind you look healthy and your scar is healing as needed just relax and take care!”

          And she walked out the door. I had no answer to my question and had no idea what was going on in this hospital.

February 9^th-

          “Wake up. Wake up.” Something was nudging me on the shoulder and trying to awake me from a deep sleep.

          “Ugh…” I groaned.

          “You’ll regret it if you don’t come.” It was trying to persuade me and with little thought I followed it.

          Out of my room we went, and then went down to a room which I had never seen. It was warmer than anywhere else I had been in the hospital. It had a table and few chairs. On the walls there were shelves where knives and other sharp objects laid.

          “Where are we?” I questioned without even knowing who I was talking to.

          “We are where the doctors stay and plot.”

          “What?” I opened my eyes all the way and saw what I was talking to. It was the spirit.

          “This is where they killed me and many before me. Do you see that knife?” It questioned me.

          “Yes.”

          “That’s the knife that the doctor used to give me my first heart transplant. You see, I was walking on the Santa Cruz Mountain State Park trail with my boyfriend Jake one day. It couldn’t have been any prettier of a day. The sun was out. The sky was clear. The oceans waves were keeping a steady beat to the beatings of my heart. We got down to the bottom of the mountain to our favorite beach. It was one that not many people have been too. In fact it was so small only Jake and I would visit it. We called it Jakaveve Beach. There was a time of day where you could see the sun hit the ocean and just watch it set on the waves. We sat there for hours waiting for the sunset. Sometimes we’d swim, other times we would just sit and talk. Well this specific time we swam. The waves were rather rough but it didn’t bother us. We knew no matter what we would always help each other if something went wrong. One of the biggest waves that day snuck up on us behind our backs. Luckily for Jake he was almost ashore but I got caught in the wave and pulled under the water. I guess I was closer to the shore than I thought so I got shoved into the ground of the ocean. A shark rock shot up from the ocean floor this into my chest and penetrated deep into my heart. Jake was so fast and made it out to me in time to get me. He carried me up the mountain and took me to this hospital. He carried me into the ER and held my hand until I had to go into surgery for the transplant. I have not seen him since.”

          “Wow that’s a long depressing story. He didn’t come visit you at all?”
          “Nope he just never appeared. It broke my heart well Elizabeth’s heart to think that I would probably never see him again.”

          “Hold on who is Elizabeth?”
          “She was my transplant donor. Well I wouldn’t really consider her a donor considering the fact that it wasn’t really her heart either.”

          “I’m sorry are you saying that you, Elizabeth, and I have each had the same heart. But wouldn’t that mean that she would have died before your heart transplant and you died before mine?”

          “Now do you see why you need to leave? I’m trying to keep you alive and break the crudely chain of these doctors. They aren’t even doctors.” A sound came from the hallway next to the door. “Oh no here they come I will see you soon.”

          “Wait but how did you…” I tried to complete it but the spirit was gone and I was alone in a room that I had never seen or been to before.

          The door opened and the doctor walked in.

          “What are you doing here?!” He seemed furious. “This is a room that none of our patients are allowed into!”

          “I’m sorry I must have sleep walked here. I swear I have no idea why I am here.”

          “Sorry isn’t accepted!” My adrenaline started pumping as I knew what was going to happen. The spirit had warned me about it. He neared me with a knife and took a swing and… BEEP! BEEP! BEEP! BEEP! My heart rate was going out of control and I realized it was just a dream. There was two nurses surrounding me and asking me if I was okay.

          “I’m fine. Just a bad dream that’s all.”

          “Wow it must have been really bad because your heart rate was spinning out of control.”

          “I guess.” I looked over at the clock. It was 1:00 AM and I was so tired. “I think I will go back to sleep now. I am sorry. Good night.”

          I peered back to sleep and drifted off into a dreamless sleep.

February 10^th-

          Its Monday now and my doctor is off today. I take this as an opportunity to do some escape planning.

          I found a medical magazine on the side table in my room and found some articles about heart transplants. It said 3 days of recovery. The doctor gave me 7. People could walk around and get used to the new beat of their heart. I was bed ridden. What was this doctor doing? It’s the fifth day and by now I should be able to do everything normally. This will make the escape a lot easier.

          In the midst of the planning session the closet squeaked open again and the voice talked without crawling out to be seen.

          “I see you found the medical magazine I have found for you. Now you see what I didn’t a few years ago. I expect that you will escape within the next two days. I recommend today but because it is already 5 in the afternoon you’re chance may be gone. I will try to help but the nurses are coming so I must go.”

          I thought about this and decided to go to bed early in the morning I could escape.

February 11^th-

          Someone has taken my alarm clock I tried to wake up early but couldn’t do it. There is one more day left and there is no sign of the spirit. The doctor is back and will frequently come through my room. I find it peculiar that they are so focused on me and the other patients are being practically ignored.

The nurses have been standing next to my door like body guard since 6 am. Tonight I am planning to leave. At three AM I am going to sneak out of the door from the basement. I am hoping my dream was correct in telling me there was a basement with a back way out. After that I plan to walk down the mountain on the side of the highway hoping a passing police car will come by and pick me up to take me to town.

This plan hopefully will work. Until then I think I will rest and get the most sleep possible.

February 12^th-

It’s exactly 3:00 AM and my plan is going into effect. I found the stairwell to the basement. It turns out my dream was right. There was a back door and no one was in sight. The only problem was that I hadn’t thought about what is behind the door. To my luck it was just a road leading directly to the high way.

Walking down the high way was easier than I had thought. The only hard thing was not being seen by anybody but policemen or fire trucks. It is difficult but my heart seems to be working out just as good as my old one.

I walked hour after hour until finally a police car drove by. I made myself as loud and visible as possible and he pulled aside.

“Is there anything I can help you with mam’?” he asked.

“Yes! Can you take me to the nearest hotel or motel? Please?”

“Yes I can go ahead and hop on in.”

He seemed friendly and I couldn’t help but to think I recognized him from somewhere. He looked so familiar, but I couldn’t remember him.

He turned around the car and drove a different way than I would have expected. We drove back toward the hospital and turned into the parking lot.

          “Did you really think I would let you escape that easily?” He asked.

          I remembered him now. He wasn’t only a doctor he was also the police officer. There was no way to escape and only one more day to plan until the day I died.

February 13^th-

Today is the day I die. I can’t think of anything to do but a sudden break. I suppose if I ran fast enough he wouldn’t catch me but I need something more secretive.

I spent hours planning my new escape. It would begin the same way but instead of trying to find someone I would just go down to the small beach the spirit and her past boyfriend went to. It would more than likely be the safest place for me at the moment.

This would occur at lunch while the doctors and nurses were eating.

Its 12:00 and time to go. I crawled down the hall hiding behind everything possible. Then got down the stairs to the basement, and grabbed the knife on the shelf. When I got outside the door I realized the trail was right across from the hospital so I made a run for it and made it all the way down to the beach.

No one was there as expected so it was just a place to be in hiding but apparently not enough.

Leaning on the cliff across from where I was, was the doctor. Leaning and chuckling with a grin.

“Did you really think I would let you get away? This is Jakaveve Beach of course you’d come here. I expected it. This is my beach after all I did name it.”
          “Jake? But how could you do that to her?”
          “And by her you mean Genevieve. Well it’s simple. No one would have ever expected sweet old Jake to have killed his girlfriend, or his other girlfriends. You see I use heart transplant so I can take a part of my previous girlfriend and put it into my current girlfriend without them knowing it’s me. It’s simply beautiful. But you little miss Jaela smith came and did my job for me. And now you are part Genevieve.”

          ‘How could you? You sick son of a gun!” I went at him with the knife I had stolen from him but he hit it out of my hand and left me defenseless.

“I still need your heart and I plan to get it right now on my favorite day. Friday the thirteenth.”

“I won’t let you!”

He grabbed me and pushed me to the ground with the knife pointed directly at my heart. I spun over so I could punch him in the face and knock him out. We continually scratched and hit each other losing the knife to the rugged waves and then when the tide got higher I won. His head was submerged under water and I held it there until the last ounce of his ruthless life drifted from his body. I let him wash away with the waves. Sent into an abyss of loneliness where he could do no harm to anyone any more.

Finally the wrath of Jake was over and no more women would die.

I sensed that Genevieve was happy now and he spirit was set free.

I trudged up the hill as she spoke to me. “Thank you Jaela. You have set my spirit free and now I can live in heaven knowing that I helped stop the wrath of Jake.”

Her spirit drifted away. And I walked down the mountain until I hit a small mountain town and hitched a ride home. I would always have a piece of Genevieve with me and I know in my heart that one day when I tell the story of my scar to my children they will know that their mom was strong enough to kill a man that had killed so many people before and had lived a curse of death that had been plagued on so many women before her.

One of the worst problems of the US and a lot of other countries is Racism. Whether it is whites making fun of black, Latinos making fun of whites, it is a problem that still remains in the USA. In early history of the US they used African Americans as their slaves just because of the color of their skin. Great Speakers like Martin Luther King Jr. have stood up for their natural American rights just because we were discriminating the color of his skin. Do you think it’s fair to be made fun of your color size or appearance? Maybe you have been made fun of and in return make fun of others just to take out your anger. Do you think that is the best thing to do?

In the early 1900’s the economy was based on rich white folks. They had acres of land and instead of getting up and serving the land themselves they went out and bought slaves. In this time people thought of Blacks as lesser people than the whites were and bought them for personal use. These African American slaves would be bought to be used like a work plough. Day and night they would work the fields and get almost no food in return. Black women would be bought just for the pleasure of the manors owner. They would be abused and they couldn’t tell the authorities because they were the owner’s property now.

Racial discrimination was still carrying out through the 50’s when a great man Martin Luther King Jr. realized that discrimination was wrong. He wrote down a speech and although he was black and discriminated stood up in front of a huge crowd and said his now famous “I have a dream…” speech. At that same era there were laws that said when riding a bus blacks in the back and whites in the front. A lady named Rosa Parks was fed up with this and sat down in the very front of the bus. The driver persisted to tell her to move and she refused. She was put in jail only because she stood up for her race and her country.

Even now problems occur about discrimination. In schools kids are put into cliques such as the nerds, jocks, skaters, ghetto, etc. When some groups think they have a higher authority than the others and are “cooler” they discriminate toward the others. This can lead into fights which happen a lot at schools. I know at my middle school people get discriminated every day for being too fat, too skinny, not with the new fashion, it’s just plain wrong that teenagers and children at such a little age know how to make people feel so small and like they can’t fit in at school. Cliques are not great and in public schools are a major problem and some people don’t realize that it is also a form of discrimination.

Through the ages racism has been a problem and it will continue to be one. It is something you can’t dodge and is part of the human’s natural behavior. We know it is wrong but yet we continue to do it and slowly it is making our society worse and worse. There is no way to avoid discrimination and therefore we must live with it even though we know it is a horrible thing to do. 

It’s in the middle of a test and you don’t know a question what would you do? Well a good portion of middle school student would peer over to their neighbors test and cheat. By doing this they are ruining their conscience and next time they will cheat without hesitation. This causes bad things to happen. If they can cheat without hesitation they can do much worse like hurting someone. Cheating is just the beginning of ruining a conscience and can be prevented by just keeping your eyes on your own paper.

                There are people out there who can perform a murder and others who say,” I could never do that. It would haunt me.”The only reason they can do that was because early in their life they ruined their conscience and it doesn’t affect them because they think in the heat of the moment, and when they use their conscience it tells them to do the wrong thing because they did the wrong things earlier in their life.

                Another bad thing about a spoiled conscience is you can end up doing really bad in school. As a consequence of getting caught cheating you can get a detention. If these detentions persist you get a Saturday school then a Referral and eventually if it gets bad enough suspension. This would enable you from being able to go on class trips, dances, and even graduation. As a result of this the person with the messed up conscience could drop out and end up being an uneducated, poor adult.

                 The only thing that makes a big problem in the government is those who don’t listen to their conscience and make bad choices. If someone like this made it to a high government position and didn’t listen to the right thing to do for the better of our country maybe we wouldn’t be alive today. That’s why it is important to listen to your conscience.

 If you keep a clear conscience you can succeed in life. By not cheating or doing anything that would corrupt your conscience you will make it through school easier than with a messed up one. Cheating may seem like the smallest problem in the world but in the long run it can affect your life in a big way. This shows that one thing, even if its small, can change your life in a big way.

“Every man, conducting himself as a good citizen, and being accountable to God alone for his religious opinions, ought to be protected in worshiping the Deity according to the dictates of his own conscience.” George Washington, Letter, United Baptist Chamber of Virginia May 1789. This quote was made by none other than our first president, George Washington, who has influenced a good portion of what our religious laws are today. He believed that everyone should have a choice in religion and that, to date, stands in the constitution as one of our laws listed under Amendment One. We should be thankful that people like George Washington fought for our freedom to choose any religion.

In amendment one of the constitution it clearly says freedom of religion is an inalienable right, which means it can’t be taken away from you. It gives you the Free Exercise Clause which provides that the government will neither control nor prohibit the free exercise of one’s religion, and The Establishment Clause which prohibits the government from passing any laws that take away your freedom to a choice of religion. But, this is America and it wasn’t as simple as 1, 2, 3 to win this freedom it took the hard work of many brave Americans. Now we Americans can be Jewish, Christian, Catholic, Mormon, Muslim, etc. without any punishment or fine.

Before America was discovered people who lived in the medieval times were expected to be a single unified religion. That religion would depend on the current king’s religion, which would either be Christian or Catholic. This would mean whatever religion the king was you would have to be too. You would be obligated to convert to that religion and live by its rules. Thos who didn’t like the protestants, if found, would be punished. These punishments ranged from decapitation to being stoned to death to being burnt on a stake. These were the religious laws back then but now we are free without punishment.

People have a question that will always remain unanswered. What is God? This is an impossible question to answer because there are so many different religions with different gods. Some believe in Jesus, Allah, Zeus, there is just such a large amount of religious gods. People have left the answer open and said god is the religious stature that you look up to. This doesn’t offend any religion and ensures the freedom of your specific religion.

Our freedom of religion has caused many to love America. When you have that freedom it feels as though you can be yourself without any penalty of law. This has caused people all over the world to move to the USA, our free country. Thanks to James Madison, George Washington etc. there is a constitution that clearly says we Americans have our freedom to religion.

                It is never the same as the real world when I enter the city boundaries of Bodega Bay. In the little vacation home we rented I couldn’t do anything but relax and stare right into the heart of the ocean out of the beautiful bay windows. The small shore next to our rental home was a place that touched my heart. One moment the cool sea breeze that whipped across my face would make me sad and the next moment the sunset would warm my heart and make my troubles go away. The fishy salt smell of the ocean would travel up my nose and made me feel like there is not a care in the world. It takes me away above the rocky shores, above my troubles and problems, above the clouds where there is nothing but me. No one can bother me there. It’s just me my thoughts and my feelings. As the soft sand goes in between my toes and I just think I’m in a world better than ours. No war, no fighting, just peace and harmony. I love this place. It gives me a place to think and a place of no judgmental people. Only the nature. This beach holds many memories like this and that’s why I love it.

       Old and wrinkled was her appearence but on the inside of that 97 year old lady was a spontaneous carefree traditional Italian. She was so aware of her culture. I can remember every time i went over to her house she would teach me one new thing about the Italian culture…………………………………(add more later)

            The book I read for the the first half of the quarter was the book Cross by James Patterson. I thought that this book was an excelent murder story about a detective named Alex Cross and a killer named The Butcher. The Buthcher in the beginning was just a minor character and Alex was the main until the killing started to happen. Then they bacame equal characters to create a very suspenseful story about murder and love. This book would be recommended from me to an older high-school group of people because it is a very adult book. Overall this is a great story that can keep you on the edge of our seat.

Also check out the books Along Came a Spider and Mary Mary by James Patterson.

I woke up that morning happy as a child in candy store. That day I was going to go to the Disney World Theme Park. It was supposed to be a happy day. After all of my family got up to go to the park we headed out to eat some breakfast with the disney characters. It was overjoying when we got in there. Disney characters were dancing around the tables and making the place happy and upbeat. We got seated but something wasn’t right. My family was happy, the food was great, but all I could think of was how this was the last summer I would get to spend with my father. He was moving to Georgia the next March and I was emotionally scared even though i was at the happiest place on earth. We mosied our way around the park rode some rides and on the outside i appeared to be happy but a on the inside my heart was a train reck of emotions. It was so overwhelming that I just broke down into a horrible scene of stomach aches and nausia. I immediantly went back to the hotel and relaxed. The rest of the Esteban family decided to go to Epcot and explore while I relaxed. Right after they left I started to cry as i sat on my comphy hotel bed. So much had been bad this year. All these emotions swarmed over me in the one place that everything is supposed to be perfect. I walked around in the long halls of the Contemerary Hotel. It was big and took me hours to cover the whole place. After that it was about 6 o’clock and I went to the hotel store and bought myself some paper and some colored pencils. That occupied me for about an hour until my family returned. We went to the resauraunt in the hotel and had a fabulous dinner, but even the great food could not cheer me up. That night went by very slowly and as we got ready for bed I explained everything to my mom. She just sat there a wile after but then hugged me and started crying it was a mother-daughter moment like the ones in the movies. She told my dad and he felt bad for being the main cause for all of this depression going on in my teenage mind. Nothing could or can ever change the way i felt then or the way i feel now but i never blamed it on my dad. He was not the cause of this pain it was all the things i held bottled up from years ago. Some from even when i was to young to go to school. I guess that will never change and the experience at that Disney park will be a scar in my adolescence life that will fade away like the morning fog.

-Emily Esteban 

Hi Everyone!!! My name is Emily it means-

     Energetic

         Musical

             Intelligent

                 Lovable

                      Yeah i dont know one for Y

So look around and ill post things eventually!!!

Emily is a special name

It come with many others fame;

This special name has one main origin

and no im not gonna say its from oregon;

Australia is where it is found

over twenty percent of girls have this name bound;

Im am very proud to have this name

and I will never have it changed.

♥ emily