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My Lifetime
Yesterday

I hated to have to study, but I loved to read for hours on end. I was always a shy boy and was afraid to perform, but I’m not afraid to stand up for my friends. I never believed in rumors that were spread, but I always wondered and imagined of many possibilities.

Today

I hate to do chores and tidy the house, but I love to help my parents. I’m afraid to disappoint people, but I’m not afraid to do what seems right. I don’t believe in being self absorbed, but I do believe in ignoring when I need to learn.

Tomorrow

I will hate to have to work, but I will do anything to support my family. I will hate becoming old and disabled, but I like to be thought of as experienced. I won’t believe in a cure to death, but I will forever believe in my family even after death and beyond.

Retained Poem
I always want to hit the ball I always want to drive it far I always want to catch the ball I always want to throw it hard and I do

I sometimes want to yell out loud I sometimes want to scream I sometimes feel like being angry I sometimes want to shriek but I retain myself

I never like losing to a foe I never like to feel the pain I never like to feel the loss I never like to feel the shame but it’s a part of life

Imagery Poem
I walked down the street with flowers on the side I looked at the blue sky what a beautiful day what a beautiful day for a game the ball flies up to the sky and never comes down the crowd cheers loudly

Here comes the 7th inning the crowd sings with the tune this is the heart of the game everybody loves it everybody loves the game

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This is my Freak the Mighty project, where I wrote a chapter that was not in the story. It is set after Freak passed away.

By Roger Clemens C1
Freak once said that everyone is who they are, because of something, something that happened to them sometime in their life. I didn’t really put much thought into it until recently, then I realized that Freak was right. He was always right. I realized that I am, who I am because of what happened when my father killed my mother. Then I started to wonder, well I could actually think after Freak gave me his brain to borrow for a while. Anyway I wondered why Tony D. always acted like a punk, did he grow up in a harsh living area, did he get picked on all the time? I have no idea, who knows what he’s thinking, probably something like “I’ll gut anybody I see.”

I did what Freak would do, go on a quest. Of course it was not the same without Freak. With him using big words and giving me instructions, it will never be the same. I was close to the “Misconductoria”, well, thats what Freak called it, “Misconductoria” where all the punks and gangs like Tony D. hang out. It’s not a pretty neighborhood, the streets are covered with gangs and robbers. I know it’s no use to sneak because I am no good at that, so I walk straight in. I see Blade and his gang hanging around a fence. He goes “Eh, ogre! Watta you doin’ ere?!” Of course, he uses typical punk language, he should learn to talk. “I’m here to talk” I say. “To tauk eh?” “Watta ya wanna tauk bout?” “About you.” I reply “Why do you wanna tauk bout me eh?” I see him pull out a knife, all of his punks follow his lead. I see them slowly approach me, step by step. “Where are you from?” I try not to rush with the questions. “Dat is non o your besnees?” I can see him getting uneasy. “I don’t want any trouble, I just want to find out where you’re from.” I reply “Tat’s it, get the ogre!” I make a run for it. I know they won’t stop, I can see the cruelness in their eyes. They want to hurt me.

I’m running as fast as I can, but this I have to do the thinking for myself this time. It doesn’t feel right without Freak there, on my shoulders, without him thinking for me. I’m keep running for another minute or so then I hear that no one is behind me. I sit under a tree, just until I caught my breath. I remember Freak use to say, “Ah trees, without them, we would be just bodies without life.” I look around and I see a house, a pretty small house. I head over to the house and it turns out it was Tony D’s house. And I’m like Whoa! This exactly what I need! I peak in through the window and see a poster, that says “Welcome to South Detroit!”

South Detroit, not a nice place really, all grotty and broken. That must be where Blade is from, no wonder. I hear footsteps on the road. “Blade!” he yells “Blade! I found Frankenstein!” I start running again. I can see the Stray Street, the street right outside Misconductoria. I look back and I can see his Blade and his whole posse of goons. One of the goons throws a rock at me and hits me straight in he back. That’ll leave a mark. If Freak was here, he would be going: “Gallop! Gallop! Ride into the wind, ride away from the enemy! Back to Camelot and the round table! We must acquire speed!” I sure do miss that guy, without him I don’t know what I would be, probably some retard locked up in some dark basement and who's always lying under a bed. I made it out of Misconductoria. “I’ll get chu next tieme ogre!” It almost seemed like they were afraid to leave “Misconductoria”. Maybe it was because there were cops driving around or that they just got tired. Misconductoria was around 5-6 streets away from home. It was quite aways from home or, at least that’s how I imagined it, how Freak would have imagined it. As soon as I walked in Gram knew I did something like “go on a quest” or something silly like that. “Maxwell, I glad you’re home, oh look at your jacket! It’s all dusty and crinkled and ooh it’s ripped on the shoulder! Uhhh, Maxwell, what did you do to your jacket!? Oh my goodness, Maxwell, what happened to your shoulder?!” “It’s fine Gram, it’s just a scratch. No problem.” “Who did this to you!?” “Just some punks like Tony D.” “Oh Maxwell. Here I’ll go get some medicine to put on that.” I don’t bother waiting for Gram so I just go back to the down under and lie down, plus it doesn’t hurt that much anyway. It seems like hours before I feel like doing anything. I get up and start to write in my book. Freak’s book. I’ve been writing about all our adventures in the book, but there is one adventure in the book, that I shared alone. I filled the book pretty well, but there is a lot more room, a lot more adventures we could have shared.

“Maxwell! Maxwell! Would you please come up from down there, I want to put that medicine on your shoulder.” “I’m ok Gram, I don’t need it!” I reply “It’s fine, it doesn’t hurt anyway.” “Maxwell, please come up, your wound could be infected.” I know it’s no use to argue with Gram so I go up. I see Gram waiting at the top of the stair case, she’s looking all tense for some reason, maybe because of the past. “Here, this should help, this will ease the pain a bit.” Gram starts dabbing at my shoulder and starts rubbing this weird lotion or cream on my back. Gram sees me flinch when she dabs, and she gets this uh, Gram face. She always has that face. I go back to the down under and start to write. Write huh? Before Freak came I couldn’t even talk. Look at me now.