Fanny_Wetter

P O E M   B Y F A N N Y W E T T E R    I'm at the edge of the world. Where do I go from here? Do I disappear?

I need a helping hand, but nobody seems to understand. I'm trying to stay strong, but it has been too long, I feel like I never belong. I hope that one day this will all be over, but deep down inside I know that it will take longer.

I'm so weak, I can’t find peace. There's another person inside of me, I'm on my knees praying for it to go away, I don’t want to live this way. There are many things I wish I didn’t do, if you only knew. I'm addicted to a certain sadness, I'm not even noticing I'm causing myself madness. Everyhing happens for a reason they say, I hope I will find that reason one day.

D E S C R I P T I O N

My poem was inspired by my own experiences and I think thats why I think it turned out how it did. I can feel every word I wrote and I believe that it gives the emotion to it. Everyone has different feelings and this is one of my own feelings.

Not everyone can relate to this but atleast I can and I think thats important too. My poem is about when your life is on the lowest point and you feel like everythings hopeless. It may not be a happy and motivating poem but it could give the feeling that you’re not alone when everything goes wrong.

**Argumentative Speech - Weapons**

As probably many of you know, USA are having some issues with guns and weapons. On December the 14th 20 school children in the age of 6-8 and 6 adult teachers got shot in a school named Sandy Hook. On January 22nd there was a shooting in a college in Texas. So there has been a lot of talking and discussing about this lately. In 35 states they have a few training requirements and they give out guns and other weapons pretty easily. In 3 states the local police give out weapons also pretty easily. And 2 states, Alaska and Vermont, doesn’t have any restrictions at all. Imagine a state like Vermont, and anyone can use a weapon. Nobody has control over this. They have no idea who has weapons and who doesn’t.

Last year handguns killed 21 people in Sweden, 8 in Britain, 48 in Japan... And in United States 10 728 people was killed by handguns. In comparison to all of the other countries in the world thats a really high number. How many deaths of innocent people could the society accept? Not 10 728 people, and thats for sure.

Of course USA is a larger country with 30 times higher population than Sweden. It is better to compare gun related deaths to the population but if you do that gun related deaths are much higher in the US than the rest of the world. The main reason for this is the amount of handguns in private ownership. Here, USA is number one with 88 handguns per 100 persons. Sweden ranks number 10 with 31 handguns per 100 persons. But in Sweden It’s because of the large amount of weapons used for hunting. There is a correlation between the amount of weapons owned by individuals and gun related deaths.

If you live in the USA, you say that you have to be able to defend yourself in certain situations and you also need to have personal freedom. But is really a weapon the solution for that? Thats many peoples argument for weapons, and that makes it hard for the president and the government to change the law. Too many people are against it. And if we say that Obama changed the law without listening to all the people that are against it, he would lose a lot of votes. And if you we’re a president, you wouldn’t want that. So thats what making it hard.

And then we have NRA, National Rifle Association. NRA is an American nonprofit organization. They promote the right of the citizens to bear arms, police training, firearm safety, hunting and self-defense training in the United States. NRA believes that you have to be able to defend yourself, personal freedom that i mentioned earlier. NRA have the ability of changing the political decisions about weapons that Obama and the government are trying to make.

We must ask ourselves how many innocent people should die because of the gun laws in the USA. If you were a parent who had a child who got killed in a school-shooting, how would you react? Would you still think that the law that says that you have to have personal freedom and the ability to defend yourself should include weapons and violence? Its not right that all of those innocent children and adults lose their lives. How many people are going to die until everyone realize how far this has gone?

**Du är Lone Wolf. I en utmattande attack där Darklord har förstört klostret där du lärde sig färdigheterna av Kai Lord. Du är den enda överlevaren.**

**I flykt från det mörka, svor du på hämnd. Men först måste du nå Holmgard för att varna kungen av de församlade onda. De obevekliga betjänterna av mörker jagar dig över ditt land och i varje sida av boken av en ny utmaning. Välj dina färdigheter och dina vapen noga - dom kan hjälpa dig att lyckas i den mest fantastiska och hemskaste resa av ditt liv.**

**I den norra delen av Sommerlund, har det blivit vanligt att skicka sina barn till till Krigar Lordens kloster av Kai i många årtionden. Där lär dom sig färdigheter och disciplin av deras ädla fäder.**

**Munkarna av Kai är mästare på deras konst, och deras ansvar att älska och respektera dom trots dom hårda svårigheterna i deras träning. För en dag när dom äntligen har lärt sig dom hemliga färdigheterna av Kai, så återvänder dom till deras hem utrustade i sinne och kropp att försvara sig själva mot den konstanta hotet av krig från västra Darklord.**

**Förr i tiden, under åren av den Svarta Månen, införde Darklord krig på Sommerlund. Konflikten var lång och stark av styrkan som avslutade seger för Sommerlending, i en bra strid av Maakengorge. Kung Ulnar och kompanjonerna från Durenor slog Darklords arme vid ingången till Moytura och tvingade dom tillbaka till den bottenlösa avgrunden av Maakengorge. Vashna, den mäktigaste av Darklords, var dräpt av kung Ulnars svärd som kallas ”Sommerswerd”, solens svärd. Sen de åren, har Darklords lovat hämnd mot Sommerlunf och Huset av Ulnar.**

**Nu är det morgonen av till festen av Fehmarn, När alla Kai Lordar är representerade i klostret för att fira, så kommer plötsligt en stort svart moln från dom västra sidan av himlen. Det är så många svart-vingade odjur som fyller himlen, att solen är helt gömd. Darklords, den gamla fienden till Sommerlending attackerar. Kriget har startat.**

Hello, my name is Fanny and I was born 21th august 1998, so im thirteen now.

At my spare time i play golf, tennis, yoga and i love reading, I read at least one book a week. It's just so ralaxing. I hate when i don't have anything to read.

I like to do things with my family too. I don't have any animal. Oh wait, I have one, a carnivorous plant. He's not that funny. He just eat flies. Kind of boring. I have two sisters, Bianca and Greta. Greta is six and Bianca is eleven years.

When i grow up i want to go to Africa and help children, I wanna make a change. And after that i wanna be a clothes designer or furniture designer in London.

My idol and role model is Justin Bieber. I can't describe with words how much I love him. I like almost all the subjects in school but if I have to chose three i would choose Swedish, English and SO. My best friend is Madeleine (i have more best friends in school), we were almost born at the same day so we've known each other since i we were babies. Actually before we were born because our moms were going at the same mama group or something. Madeleine doesn't live in Saltsjöbaden so we dont meet so often and thats sad because we have so fun together.

That was a little short part about me.

Bye!

Fanny

Superb! /GABRIELLA

You're so good at english Fanny! I wish I was that good.. //Alice//

//**Very good presentation Fanny!**// **Lovis! <3**


 * FWMy favourite kind of person**

The Key Collectors

//Hi my name is Kimberly and Im sixteen years old and I go to Westnorthern High School in a small town called Fairmeade in Kentucky. Its a really small town, and everybody knows eachother. For exactly one year ago I found out a big secret that was about to change my life. Im now an official member of The Key Collectors. Thats enough to tell, you’ll see later whats gonna happen. Lets begin.//

*Boom!*

I woke up eminently and sits up straight. What was that strange sound? I haven’t heard that sound before. Maybe it was my boring father correcting his students exams. But that sound was different from the usual sound when my father correcting exams. I couldn’t place it. I have never told anybody what my father works with except my best friend Sam. It is so embarrassing that my father is a math teacher. Think how you would react if your father would have been a teacher. Thats like a mare dream for other people.

*Boom!*

Thats it. I have to go down and check what it is. I went down the stairs. Every step creaked when i walked down, this house is so old. I don’t wanna think about it because I don’t like the thought that other people have lived here before, it freaks me out. Think if it was a ghost who caused that sound. I get shivers but I have to know what that sound was. I don’t wanna wake my little brothers and mom and dad so I have to walk very quiet. My brothers would get crazy and mom and dad would be so mad at me for being up so late. So I want to avoid that if it was possible. I go to the living room, but there is nothing there, so I continue walking to the kitchen.

And theres my dad. But he’s not correcting tests. Its a box next to him. The box lights up the room with a blue shimmer and in the box theres ten keys with different prints and colors, our food table has transformed to a dashboard, it looks like its taken from the future. Its thousand of different buttons, and it smells melted metal. What is all this? Am I dreaming? I must be. Things like this just doesn’t happen in real life. And what about her boring math teacher-dad? Now he’s standing there in a strange blue overall and a hat that has 11 buttons on it, with 11 different colors.

He press a couple of buttons and he seems very busy. I cant believe it! After all, my dad is not a boring math teacher!

”We have to make it Ksathra! The world will explode! Why cant you get that in your lazy little pea brain?! This s serious stuff, you know that!”

When he press the biggest button, a map comes out of nowhere and the sound comes again. The map causes that sound! Under the map theres a text:

Dear Key Collectors, you have to pay attention, otherwise i have to give you detention. If you don’t, the world will disappear, as you all fear.

I get so shocked that I drop my flashlight that i brought with me.

”Kimberly? Kimberly darling! Where are you?” Dad turns around quickly and I see his face. It looks like he has a big white tattoo, I cant see the letters, Its in a different language. And he wears glasses that also looks like its taken from the future. That makes me even more afraid.

Then i run. I don’t know where, after a while I realize that Im on my way to the front door. I hear my dads words but I ignore it. I cant believe what i just saw. Im running down the yard and out of the gate, out in the wood behind our house.Then I stop. Where am i going? I can’t go to Sam's house. Number one, it’s in the middle of the night, number two, she will think that Im a psycho and they will put me on a psychologic hospital. No, thats not a good idea.

But... This is just a dream, I’ll wake up soon. I don’t have to worry. I’ll just lay down here and sleep, and thats what I do, i lay down at the hard and rocky ground. Its not very comfortable, but all I want is to wake up from this horrible maredream. And then i will wake up in my big, cozy, lovely, soft bed...

//The next day//

Pip, pip, pip, pip!

Ah! I don’t wanna go up! Im so tired! Whats the clock? 7.09am. I reach my hand out to click the snooze button. My hand is all dirty? I haven’t been in the woods lately... But then i get reminded of the dream i had last night. It was so strange... My dad we’re in the kitchen and out table was a dashboard with thousands of buttons. And he also talked to somebody, I cant remember the name, but they talked about that the world will explode or something. And then i ran out in the woods and I slept on the ground.

Think if its real? Why else would my hand be dirty? No. No, no, no. Now i remember! I helped mom yesterday to scrub the potatoes! Im so stupid. Its impossible that my dream would happen in real life. Maybe i dreamed it because i want my dad to have a more interesting job. Thats the reason. I get embarrassed of my self that I could even think like that!

Let’s forget that and head down to the kitchen to get something to eat. I walk down the stairs and as usual, they’re creaking. I don’t know why it disturbs me, it just feels creepy.

”Hi honey! How are you my sunshine?” Mom stands in the kitchen and she pours tea in the cup that I made to her when i was like nine years old. Its light blue with a princess with golden hair and a pink unicorn. I was crazy about princesses, unicorns and everything that had something pink in it. And thats what all the other girls in my class also liked. My little brothers, Max and Philip who are eight and five years old only like cars and that stuff that little boys like.

Max and Philip are sitting there in the similar pyjamas and eating their flakes. The reason why they’re eating those flakes is that you get a Star Wars character in every box.

”Fine, Im just tired.” I answer my mom.

When Im about to walk into the kitchen tripped on something and i fall straight down at the floor, but luckily I fell on my hands.

”Ouch! What was that?!”

My hands we’re in pain and I got some thicks in my hand. Why am I always so clumsy? I got up again to look what i tripped on.

”Oh! Kimberly! What happened?” My mom runs over to me but Im already on my feet again.

I look behind me to see what is was. And there is my flashlight. I pick it up and just stare at it to many seconds for my mom to realize that something is wrong, not good.

”Honey, whats wrong?” Her voice is dreamy and Im feeling dizzy. Then everything turns black.

Im in our old house. The whole family is there except Philip, he wasn’t born. We’re in the kitchen and mom cooks my favorite food. Pancakes. I see myself as a little kid. Im playing with my Barbie dolls.

”Where is daddy?” The little me ask my younger mom. When i see my moms face I feel bad. She looks so sad. And that makes me sad too.

”Daddy has to work honey.” She tries to look happy but she fails. When my younger mom says that I see a little tear in the little me’s eyes. I really want to cry. When this scene comes up in my head I suddenly remember that when i was little, I only met my father atleast one time a week, and if I was lucky, two.

”My friends meet their daddy everyday!”

Then the little me runs up the stairs, crying, and then the memory disappear and a new memory pops up. This time it is in the house that we live in now. Me and my ”Best Friend” Lauren who really wasn’t a real friend, we’re playing in our garden. I think we we’re like 9 years old.

Suddenly, my dad comes out of the front door, and he looks really mad at someone or something. He runs over to me and Lauren and we quit playing eminently.

”Kimberly, have you seen a key with red and green stripes on?”, he screams at me. I look scared and when I look closer, I see something in my pocket. Its the key with red and green stripes.

”Maybe... Im sorry dad we we’re just playing that is was a candy cane, because its christmas. Where does it fit?”

I try to put a cute little smile at the last sentence but it just looks like Im nervous.

My dads face is red by now. I’ve never seen him so angry before. Actually i’ve never seen my dad mad since that moment. Because he’s never home.

”Give me the key now Kimberly! Its not a toy! Give me it //now!//” He screams so high that the neighbors will go crazy.

He lifts me up and take the key and then he almost throw me back at the ground. I get chocked and a little bit mad at my dad. I’ve never been that mad at my dad before. Im rarely mad at my dad. I guess thats because its easier to get mad at people you trust, because you know that they will always be there. I actually don’t know if I can trust my dad after this. Why haven’t he told me?

And there my thoughts gone and everything turns black again.

”Kimberly? Kimberly, are you awake? What have I done Karen? I should’ve told her before. This was not the way i wanted her to find it out.” He seems sad and I think he has bad conscience that he haven’t told me.

Its my dads voice. Im not on the floor anymore, I think Im in the big green sofa in the livingroom. I realize that a hand, probably my dads, is on my cheek. I don’t know if Im gonna be mad at him or not. Should I wake up or should I just lay here. I think I’ll choose the second option. Just pretend that nothing has happened.

”Honey, I know you are awake, I can see it on your mouth. Don’t pretend that you’re in coma or something like that. I’ll leave you too alone.” I can hear her kiss my father on the cheek and then walk out of the room.

Why does my mom know me so well? Its pretty annoying at this moment. Im nervous about this conversation. My dads hand is still on my cheek.

Okay, he knows that Im awake so I’ll just count to three and then open my eyes.

One, two... three. An I open my eyes. My father looks sad. I don’t think that he looks forward to this conversation either. He’s brown curly hair hangs down more then in usually does, and his brown big eyes looks straight into mine.

”I guess you have figured out whats going on... And Im sorry. I really am Kimberly. But Im gonna tell you the whole story if you want to. Maybe you just want to forget everything and Im okay with that, I understand if you...”

”No! I want to know.”, I tell him, maybe a little bit to fast.

”Are you sure? Maybe we can wait a few days until you have calmed down from all of it?”, I think that if he would have choose, he would’t want to tell me at all. Atleast not from him, from somebody else. I guess he have some people from his work that could have told me everything. Maybe that was his plan from the beginning.

”Dad, Im sure! Just tell me and get over with it.”, he is definitely nervous.

”Alright, lets begin from the start.”

Once, there was a boy, and he didn’t have any friends in school so he had alot of spare time. His name was Gregory. He spent almost everyday at the attic in his house. Up there he explored all the old boxes with the many exciting things. His parents had always told him that he had to be careful and always tell them when he was in the attic. Gregory didn’t care about that, what could happen? But one day, he found a box that was different from all the other boxes. It was in the corner of the attic, and it had a black button at the top of it. Gregory reached his arm in the whole, and a voice starts speaking to him:

”//Hi there little explorer! This is not a normal box and you have to be careful with it and don’t let anyone know about it or take it from you. You will get further instructions when you open the box. Good luck little kid!”//

gregory was a curious boy so of course he opened the box immediately. And he was disappointed. There we’re only twelve boring keys. He thought he would go to space and complete a hard mission. And there was only some keys! He threw the bow out of the window and he had forgotten that wouldn’t give it to anybody or let anybody take it. And sadly it came in the wrong hands. Mr. Sanderson. He was a rich man that was involved in very bad things. And there Gregory disappear from the story.

Mr. Sanderson was a smart guy, and he had been looking for the keys for years. And finally he got them! And he knew exactly what to do with them. He programmed them to fly away in different parts of America and is someone didn’t find atleast 11 keys the world will explode. This has been going on in 20 years. And my dad created the group Key Collectors and they collect the keys that Mr. Sanderson has set out in the country.

”So this year we have found 10 keys, and we only have five days to find the last one. And we need your help Kimberly. We need you to find Mr. Sanderson and pretend to be his friend and force him to tell where the last key is. Kimberly, will you help us?”

My dad take my hands in his and looks at me with his nice but still serious face. I cant say no.

//One day later...//

”Mr. Sanderson?”, Im very tired after a whole day of traveling. But now I’ve reached my destination. San Bernardino California, Trenton St. 2nd. And I wear a really strange suit that dad gave me, its blue, it has a white zippers and three big pockets to keep all the equipment I got. I don’t know what it is but my dad gave me it and said to me that it would be very useful. ”What are you doing here kid?”

I think Im in the right place and the man is Mr. Sanderson, he is definitely drunk, and you can see on his face and clothes that he really is involved in bad stuff. Black hair and a beard, black and grey striped costume and he have horrible scars in his face.

”Im... I have heard about you and... I’d like to be your companion. I’d like to help you with the keys! To hide them... And everything.”

Im scared of this man in front of me, I get shivers. ”Are you from those stupid people, The Keys morons or what you call them. Get out of here! I don’t want help from babies.”

He slam the door in front of my nose. After five minutes, i realize that the door is not locked. Bingo!

I open the door slow and carefully, I don’t want him to notice me. Not a chance that he would let me in voluntary. Im a kid, remember?

The house is exactly what I had expected. Big space, with walls made of mahogany and the floor is white and shining, and the furniture looks very expensive. But I cant think of that now. I have a mission to complete. I sneak up the stairs to find the room where he keeps the keys. But there are so many rooms! I wonder where Mr. Sanderson is right now. I don’t want to step into a room and where he is, I cant take any risks.

”//Use this when you get a problem, it will help you whatever problem it is.”//

Now I know what to do! The little machine that dad gave me when I leaved the house. I pick it up from my pocket, but what does it do? I click on some random buttons and suddenly a map comes up on the little screen. Its a map over Mr. Sanderson’s house. Perfect!

Theres a blue key in one of the rooms behind me. Think is Mr. Sanderson is in there? I hope not, but if he is I’ll just run the fastest that I can.

I open the door carefully and luckily, Mr. Sanderson is not there. The room looks just the same as the rest of the house and it smells like someone just smoked in here. Ew!

I cant see anything, what a disappointment. I open all the boxes in the room, but nothing.

Then I remember the night I saw dad in the kitchen, there must be a button or something in here. Im looking all over the place with the same result. I sit down at the office chair. This is hopeless!

”Ouch!”, I whisper to myself.

I stand up again and I can see a black square in the middle of the chair. I’ve found the button! Hopefully, my dad will be proud of me.

I press the button and a small screen blow up at the desk. What should I do next? I have no idea what it means, it looks like dads but its smaller and there are no buttons on it. Im not so technologic so I just press a few buttons as I did on the little map machine.

”//Error, Error! Wrong password.//”, a women’s voice says, it sounds like the voice who talks at the bus.

So you have to give it a password... Maybe some of the machines can help me... Wait, is that footsteps that i can hear?

”//Dunk, dunk, dunk, dunk...”//

I don’t have time to think so I just follow my instincts and hide behind the curtain. Please God, don’t make him found me. Anything but that!

But if he will find me, Im pretty sure that he give me a painful death. But if Im lucky, he will shoot me in the head. Thats the better option because then I wont feel anything. My legs are shaking and it probably shows on the curtains.

Someone opens the door and walks straight to the window. No! Please no! I can feel the smell of turkey... Thats weird. Maybe he ate it to lunch.

”Brrrrr...”, the thought of lunch made me hungry. It sounded louder than it was, because its so quiet in this room. I cant see Mr. Sanderson, but Im pretty sure its him. Who else would walk in here? He starts to move again, hopefully to the door, and I can finally breath out. But when I do that, he stops walking... Did he notice me?

He walks towards the window again, and he pulls the curtain away. Im discovered. This is the end. Im dead.

”Hello there, I knew someone was in here.”

//To be continued...//