ISKL+Berk+1

**Introduction:**
Include some or all of the following, as well as a link to your blog: first name, what you like to do in and out of school, favourites (food, sport, hobby, TV show, video game, etc.), places visited, future plans, claim to fame.

My name is Berk Genel and I'm 13 years old. I've lived in Turkey, Indonesia and know I live in Malaysia and go to ISKL. My hobbies are doing all kinds of sports like Basketball, Soccer, Tennis, Running and jet ski. My favorite type of food is Pizza and I like to watch Family Guy. I've traveled to Tokyo, Japan, Brisbane and Sydney in Australia. Bali. Turkey. Jakarta. New Zealand.Thailand. KL. Penang. I like P.E and Art during school and out from school I like to hang out with my friends, watch movies, play sports and play with my dog. I want to travel more and see different places around the world and compete in sports competitions.

Flat tales Story BERK GENEL

Drugs

Hi my name is George Clancy. My experience with drugs has definitely not been some of the good parts of my 40 year old life. Now I see the mistake I have made, I realize that it’s like committing suicide. It’s the choices you make in your life that lead you to good or bad places, I haven’t made the best choices in my life…

When I was little my parents told me that I were a gifted child and that I should use what I am capable of to get to good places in my life, they told me I had potential and do the right things and make the right choices. My parents were very hardworking and direct people I have met in my life. My dad worked for a big company and earned a lot of money, my mom was just a housewife. I had a nice massive house and I had video games, masaj chairs all those cool fancy expensive things that people dream for.. I had them and I did feel like sharing it with the people who can afford only a little of what I can spend stuff for. I wasn’t a very mean person, since I knew that I have all I want and some people don’t I would share it and let other people have a chance.

I was very popular by 8th grade, I did a lot of sports, I was known to be a very fun and generous person, but there were people that didn’t like but I didn’t react to that, there was no need to. They would insult me in hurtful ways mentally disturbing, I would have really done something bad to those kids but, I would have known that I’m not that kind of person. When I first came to this school I would try so hard to make people be friends with me and it worked but right now I just think that they are friends with me because I have everything they want in my house. I would mostly have to deal with questions like “can I go to your house”. And well, I did say yes usually. That is how my life would continue until I was just around 18 or 19. Then everyone had grown up and there weren’t much talk about playing around at other people’s houses. That was the year when I overheard some of my friends talking at the table behind me about some drugs they took yesterday in a dark alley next seven eleven. I saw that place before and I didn’t even think about walking through. Anyway they also talked about how an amazing feeling they had after they took drugs. They turned around and asked me if I wanted to go with them. I thought for a second… All of my friends are doing it even though it can kill you if you take the wrong one, and well my grades weren’t going too well I wasn’t doing well in math and I needed something to do to get my mind off things. Well here was the chance even if it weren’t the right one… I took it with a quite worried feeling. They told me to meet up at 4 after school and then we will head off to walk there. We got there and I took deep breathes as if I were scared we walked through and there was a dark skinned man with his hoodie cap going down his face so we couldn’t see who he was. My friends asked the man for the same thing they got yesterday, I didn’t hear to well and when I looked at it there was no label. So I took some and yea they didn’t lie it was great and had a sensational feeling. That night I couldn’t sleep for some reason I stayed up the whole night and it felt like I had a ton of energy stored in my body, I liked it and decided to continue this routine, I didn’t feel proud of myself but I liked it so I though as long as your happy with it it’s fine, that’s all that matters.

Every day I took drugs for another 4 years and the next and least expected place I found myself in was a hospital room I didn’t how I got there but nurses told me that I needed to go in for surgery, because I had too much and my stomach need to be pumped for the drugs to have gotten out and after that I was never allowed to take them again, I had a choice to make My life or drugs, I know that it sounded terrible but it had got me so addicted that I would kill someone for it, what really made me think about were my parents, I hadn’t seen them for so long and seeing the people that helped you throughout your life, making them know that you have done this is a horrible feeling so I decided to take the surgery for those 2 very important people that had told me the right things but I followed the wrong rules. Another 5 years after the surgery I was the happiest man ever, I put all that behind and started a new life, a great job, a wife and the happiness that finds for making the right choices in your life. That’s my life story by age 40, I have written this to warn the children of what’s out there in our small world.

**Questions for Peer Reviewers**
(Think in terms of questions you would like to ask the author.)

1. Think of plot—is it original? (If an adaptation, is it creative or interesting to you?) What suggestions do you have for the author(s)? The plot was not exactly original but I think the reader put a lot of effort into the story. I did find spelling and grammar mistakes thst should have been picked up by the reader but were not.

2. Think about problems that the characters face. Are there complications that add enough suspense, tension, or interest? Is there a climax that satisfies you? Is the resolution satisfying? What could be added or changed? The problems that the character faced were reasonable and I think the resolution is satisfying and I can't think of anything that could be added or changed.

3. Think of characterization—are the characters life-like? Are characters likable and enjoyable? Do we get a good sense of character from many of these: description, dialogue, narrator's opinion, discussion from other characters, the character’s own actions? The characters are sort of life-like I don't think the characters are enjoyable or likable.

4. Think of imagery and details. Do they help you //see// and //hear// and //experience// the story? What details would you like to see in the next revision of the story? The story was very descriptive and I think that the only downside of the story was that there were spelling and grammar mistakes that should not be there. The mistakes should have been fixed,

5. On the 2nd paragraph, I think you could add a little more detail to the explination of george aswell as how he is very kind. So, the suggestions I would have is a little more explination to the 2nd paragraph.

6. I think that the middle of the story should have been a little more descriptive. But overall it was a good story.