"Tip of the Iceberg" - another school assignment :)

I was looking online yesterday at some pictures. For some reason I typed in icebergs, and it amazes me to how massive they are when in person all you see is a little portion of the top of it! Then I began to think about what in life relates to icebergs? I figured out pretty quick that it wasn't what was in my life that relates to it, but it is is my life! When I really thought about it, there's a lot out there that you don't know. So it likes looking at the "tip of the iceberg" and not seeing the entire iceberg. You think you may know everything about someone one day, and the next day they are a complete stranger to you. You only knew the their "tip of the iceberg". That even happens with family. You may think you know everything about your grandparents, but in reality you don't. You'll uncover more of their life or "tip of the iceberg" as I know phrase it. Every day you will reveal more of someone's iceberg or even your own. You never realize that until you see the full picture. So when I think about my life, I think of it as I'm only seeing the "tip of the iceberg". I don't know everything there is to know. There's so much out there for me. Someday in the future, I'll discover more of my iceberg. I'll learn what I need to learn in my senior year, my college years, and whatever career I choose to go into. I'll discover who my own family will have: my husband, how many children I'll have, and who knows, maybe even grandchildren. Someday I will be where I want to be, but right now I'm happy with my "tip of the iceberg".

just a school assignment...but thought it was kind of good.

It was going to be a long drive to Buxton, North Dakota, a place I did not want to be. I put my headphones on and turned on my country music while my parents were silent in the front seats. It was relaxing laying in the back seat and listening to my music. I closed my eyes and smiled as I quickly faded into a deep sleep.

I was silently hiding in the bushes by some evergreen trees that had partially surrounded a beautiful lake. The place seemed familiar, yet I knew that I had not been here before. The grassy meadow was filled with colorful flowers, and the grass swayed in the wind. The sky was a perfect blue. The clouds were huge and looked like they could be the most comfortable pillows you would ever want. I closed my eyes to take in the fresh air when I heard a man scream.

My head snapped to the edge of the lake. I was so captured by the beauty of the meadow that I hadn't realized the small amount of people standing there. There was a woman standing next to four teenagers who were kneeling in front of her. There were also two other older men standing off to the side of her. The woman seemed to be talking to the brown haired boy, but she wasn't just talking. It looked more like an interrigation from where I was sitting. The boy refused to talk.

She slapped him right across the face, but he still wouldn't talk to her. One of the men who was a blonde took a step forward to help the woman get him to get a response out of the boy. The woman snapped, and told him stay back. She walked up to the unyeilding boy and kicked him so hard that he landed backwards into the water.

I didn't know what came over me, but I burst out of the bushes yelling, "Stop! It's me you want! Leave him alone!" After I screamed, it wasn't me who emerged from the woods. There was only a wolf who had began to run towards the teenagers.

I opened my eyes, jumping out of my seat. The seatbelt kept me fro lurching any more forward.

"Scarlet, we're finally to our new home," my mom said as our Durango came to a stop.

Okay, Scarlet, it was just a dream. Now the real nightmare has begun.