Monthly Archives: March 2016

“Who The Heck Are You?” So Far

We recently started a project called “Who The Heck Are You?”. In the project we are interviewing someone of our choice. After we interview them we have to basically write a piece about them. I chose to do my mom’s boyfriend, Noah because he is an actor. My top five choices of people to do were Noah, my best friend Ella, Lizbeth (from LREI), and Elaine (from LREI). I ending up choosing Noah because I thought that he would probably have to most interesting story.

We starting thinking about what makes a good interview question recently. Now I have a list of questions and I am ready for the interview. These are the questions:

  1. When and why did you move to L.A?
  2. How long did you live in L.A?
  3. Where did you live when you lived in L.A?
  4. Did you feel like you were in a dangerous area or did you feel more comfortable than ever?
  5. Who was your closest friend when you lived in L.A?
  6. What is your favorite memory from L.A?
  7. What was your favorite restaurant in L.A?
  8. Who did you live with in L.A?
  9. How old were you when you moved to L.A?
  10. When did you move to New York?
  11. When you lived in L.A was there someone in your life who was there for you?
  12. Were you an actor when you lived in L.A?
  13. Was it hard to make a living as an actor in L.A?
  14. When did you decide you wanted to act?
  15. What inspired you to act?
  16. If you weren’t an actor what did you do?
  17. Is there someone in Hollywood that you hate?
  18. Who is the worst person you have ever acted with?

We also had to think of a theme for the questions. I chose to focus mostly on when Noah lived in L.A because I have already heard some interesting stories about it and I want to know more. I also added some questions about Noah acting because I think that is very interesting too.

100 Balloons

This is an unfinished piece of creative writing. I worked on it last week and I am very proud of it. I am proud of it because I tried really hard to make it as descriptive as possible. I begun this piece a long time ago when Julia wrote a prompt on the board. I’m pretty sure that the prompt was someone hands you 100 balloons what happens? I started this a long time ago and I started to work on it again in my own time. 

 

It was a normal summer day. I was just walking down the dusty, grey sidewalk. I saw the familiar green and white street sign on the corner. Then I saw him. The man was dressed in a puffy, colorful tutu. He was holding a big bundle of green balloons. They looked like they could make someone float away. We were the only two people on the street. Me and him. Him and me. It was just us. I sped up my pace slightly, but not too much because I didn’t want him to notice. “Hey, you.” the man said. I sped up a little more, hoping he wouldn’t notice. “Hey, you.” he said again. I was trapped. I couldn’t speed up again because the man would just call me again.

 

I walked over as slowly as I could. I was shaking like an earthquake. When I got over to the man he did a small dance to an original song. It went “It’s free balloon day, free balloon day.” phew, he isn’t a scary man at all. “Um…I don’t really want balloons. Sorry.” The man gave me a long hard stare. Then out of nowhere he grabbed my hand. In that moment I had no idea what to do. I screamed as loud as I possibly could, but it was a humid Sunday morning and everybody was asleep. I tried as hard as could to break away from his strong grip. “Take these balloons or I’ll take you.” he whispered in a scary voice. I thought about my decision for a couple seconds, even though it was obvious what I was going to choose. I held my hand out and closed my eyes. I felt his cold fingers on my hand. I opened my eyes and grabbed the light green strings of the balloons.
He let go of my arm. I felt my blood flow back to my hand. Then something weird happened.