ISKL+Mitsu

** 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.

To start with, Hi, my name is Mitsu, known as ISKL Mitsu on this wikispace. Some basic information about me is I am 12 years old, I have lived in India and Jakarta, Indonesia. I love swimming and am playing badminton in school. I love danger, especially which includes water, that means that I love water sports. I have been to Bali, Penag (a small island in malaysia), Australia and more. I am not Japanese, its just my name. I am an indian. Hope to communicate more through this wiki...

**Paste your story here:**
“Guys, you better listen up after all this is for your own good. I am Amy Weber, and as you must have heard from your teachers I work for the UN and wrote a book about my life sto-“ “And you are a drug addict” cut in a student, automatically saying ‘I am rude’. “Well I don’t think they mentioned that I quit 5 years ago” I said, trying as hard to hide my irritation. “Cool, how did you stop and what age did you start at” said a student clearly looking curious. “Great questions, which are normally asked, but hopefully these questions will be answered via the story I tell you”. “I wonder how it all started” mumbled a girl with blond pig tails. After that comment all students started making predictions some saying that maybe she started cause of an advertisement, others not really talking about anything connected to drugs but crushes. The least expected happened, just when I was about to call for discipline a serious looking girl screeched on top of her lungs “Guys listen up”. And she didn’t have to say more everyone quieted. “Thank you” and I nodded to the girl “this happened when I was in 11th grade, and it usually happens around that time, I was offered to try drugs.” “Ahhh” the students let out at once. “I was always the one who liked adventures, and still do. Trying out new things, especially what others in my grade did was somehow really enjoyable. There were of course some things I was told to stay away from. We did not have as much drug education as you guys do, so be grateful and take advantage of it. It was 4 moths through the year and everyone was finally getting settled, I was easily blending in, but I didn’t want to blend in I wanted to stand out, be popular. Rumors were spread that students of my grade were taking drugs.” “Whoa” the students wondered out yet again. “I know it was surprising for us too, but you won’t hear this in your school. It was just a rumor, but that’s what started it. After the rumor was no longer the hot topic, one lunch time as I was walking down the hallway I heard 2 high school guys talking one of them named about meeting after school and taking cocaine. I thought of telling someone, a teacher perhaps but they caught me after lunch probably saw me when I was listening to them. ‘Hey, whatever your name is-’ ‘It’s Amy’ I cut in. ‘Ya, whatever, you won’t dare tell anyone right, tell me what I can do to keep your big mouth shut’ okay, he was just offending me now. ‘I haven’t thought of doing anything but I will probably tell someone, and I don’t have a big mouth’ I said icily. ‘Roger, we have no choice but to-’ Jacob said carefully. ‘NO, we can’t do that and plus what if she goes around telling everyone’ Roger roared. ‘Uh, guys what are you-’ I said in a timid voice no clue to what they were talking about. ‘Amy, do you want to try drugs?’ Jacob said totally casual. ‘And you know, this will make you so much cooler’ Roger added on. ‘But-’ I whispered. ‘If you do agree, come meet us on the upper field after school’ Jacob said. ‘And remember, don’t tell anyone, this will only make matters worse’ Roger tagged after. I had half of the day to think over what I should do. Whenever I tried to put my mind away from the discussion I had with the guys, what Jacob had said kept creeping back into my thoughts. I had made my decision by the end of the last class of the day. I packed my bag with everything I needed and head out for the upper field. Yes, I was going to try it out. And after all it would not do any harm, that’s what I had thought. Roger and Jacob were standing with their heads together carefully observing something in Roger’s hand. Both had a huge grin on their faces as they saw me walking towards them. ‘Look, Roger bought this off the internet” Jacob said, keyed up. ‘Okay guys, you ready’ Roger said sounding as if he had finally found what he was looking for, his 17 years of life. And that was the first time I took drugs peer pressure I guess” I said with a final sigh. None of the students said a word; it looked like they were slowly taking all the information in. “Then what happened???” the serious looking girl final broke in. “Then what, I had huge problems, I was wrong about just trying it. Going up to the field after school became a routine and day by day more and more students came. I failed my final tests. And when the winter break came, I got restless because I did not get drugs. I lied to my parents, when they asked me what was wrong with me; I said it was part of puberty. School started and when we were half way through the 2nd semester of the school year. It hit me and hit me hard. One evening after I came back from school, my parents sat on the couch not saying a word as I shook them trying to find out the reason behind the horrific expression on their faces. I went up to the desk to keep my things when I saw the letter which was sent by my aunt and uncle. My brother like cousin Mac had passed away, and not by accident but because of drugs.” “Oh my god” the students murmured sympathetically. The next day, Jacob came up to me and told me that there are 2 more people joining our so called ‘drug taker group’. I didn’t respond and I think that did tick him off. At the end of the day instead of going straight to the upper field, I went to the bus stop without realizing. When I sat in my bus I finally grasped that I hadn’t gone to the upper field, and understood that my body and my mind decided to stop. And it was finally enough” I stopped. “What about Jacob and Roger?” asked the serious girl I started to like. “They were mad that I had stopped and complained that I had quit too early. But I ignored them. Seeing me Jacob too stopped at the end of the 1st semester of 12th grade, realizing that after all it wasn’t cool. We then became really good friends, and now he is successful and a family guy. 1 year ago I received the news that Roger had died in a car accident because he was drunk.” “Whoa, that’s how lives change by just one tiny decision” the serious girl added. “Yup it does that’s why I say don’t take drugs, even if it’s smoking or drinking. Even though I took drugs for a total of 7 months I really did change my life. And guys don’t even try it!” “So what about other stories like how you hid the secret from your parents and the little problems you had?” the serious girl, not so serious anymore put out. “I was just getting to that, I did write a book on my experience, every little story and detail that mattered.” “COOL” all students finally responded “Is it in our library?” asked the rude student. “I think you are going to talk about it in Health and there are quite a few in the library too” I replied. Just when I finished answering everyone’s questions a teacher barged in saying “Guys, I am sorry but it’s time to go”. To my surprise all the students moaned and not in a sarcastic way. All the students said good bye and left except for the rude one. He came up to me and said “Amy? I’m sorry I was being so rude. My name is Ed and this sounds really weird but Roger, Roger Lennon was my father, and he did not die because he was drunk but because his friend who was driving was drunk. He had quit just after I was born.” “You are Ed, I am so sorry but I am proud of Roger and he would have been proud of you too.” It was amazing how by roaming all around the world I had discovered so much and by talking to students I had learned so much and taught just as much.

**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)? your plot is completely original. its so creative and incredible. i bet no one else wrote a story about this topic. 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? i don't think this type of story is good enough for some readers because every good story has a good conflict and resolution.this had a change. the story wasn't clear enough to understand. some young readers would like adventuresome stories or dramatic ones. this is a story with a mysterious genre. I don't really know what type of genre it is. 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 so realistic. but you could do better. try with a genre everyone knows. like adventure. or mystery. or even the widest known fiction. try writing something that could happen but didn't or twist a fairy tale. read some of your favorite books again and try to use the authors style. 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? i am sorry but i couldn't tell what was going on very clearly. there wasn't much dialouge that was interesting. i don't think this is an interesting topic unless your teaching kids a health class. 5. What areas of the story need the most improvement? What suggestions do you have for the author? Practice writing ! More practice will make it better. I should know. That is how i got really good at writing.I practice so much. i have a binder full of stories that started the story you just read. -Alena VMS!