Opening her bright green eyes, slowly and weary, Anna observed her surroundings. She was covered with a thin cloth.  A hard pillow made of leaves and dirt rested under her head, and she was lying on what seemed to be a hammock. After growing more and more aware she was startled by a small human, someone with dwarfism, perhaps…except this wasn’t a human. The little person had brown eyes, bright green skin, and red hair down to the floor, and was about a foot tall.

Anna knew she was in danger, so like any of us would, she shot up out of the hammock and ran out, or at least attempted to. She ran into another room full of small beings. Screaming, she ran into another room, then another. It seemed to never end. Was she in the little hut she found? Was she underground? These question just kept running through her head. While stopping in one of the rooms she was shot in the neck…again.

This time when Anna woke up, she was frightened and didn’t know what to do. When she lifted her head she was in exact same spot as where she had been earlier, but the sun had already set. Soon after she had awoken one of the tiny beings, a man of about twenty, began talking to her. He was speaking in some foreign language but kept changing the language he was speaking in, as if he was translating it. Then he started speaking in English, saying “Who are you, and why are you here?” she responded “I’m Anna Rose. I’m here because my plane crashed on this island. I just want to get home.” He looked at her and said “Ms. Rose, I believe we have your parents.” Oh, they’re an intelligent race.

Fantastic.

Fifty years later, Anna was watching her grandchildren run around, carelessly. After Anna fell in love with Aero, they were married by the time she was twenty. She had children a few years later. Watching them grow up was a joy, and she got to relive it with her grandchildren. Her parents were still alive because they took the Orchidaian anti-aging potion, even if they had a green tint to their skin.

A couple years after Anna’s grandkids were born another plane crashed on the island, causing more people to live on the island. They began a village of huts and underground rooms. Shocked at first, but the other humans ended up becoming use to living with aliens. After all they needed to, to survive.

Aliens became more comfortable with humans. They shared more about their race, which furthered our knowledge of other planets, and even our own. The Orchidaians sharing more about themselves also furthered our understanding about astronomy and medicine. This is the end of our little story.

Full of fear, she searched and searched for some sign of her parents. Stuck on a island, alone, desperate, with nothing to eat or drink. After scavenging the island, she came to the unwanted conclusion that she was lost with nothing, but right when all hope was about to be lost, she came across a garden. This was a very peculiar garden. It was filled with trees and many other plants. It looked as if someone had lived in and cared for the garden…

This is a story about a tragic plane crash, but to be specific, about a girl named Anna. She had an older brother, but he passed away when she was young. It was just her, alone, growing up in the spiraling, cultured city of London. She became very independent from her lonely childhood in her big, empty house. Her parents were successful lawyers. They didn’t have a great marriage after their only son had perished, and they never paid much attention to Anna. Anna had a pretty face, even called gorgeous by some. She had tan skin, green eyes, and long curly brown hair, but even then she was very self-conscious of her body. Anna, insecurities and all, was on her way to Fiji with her parents when their plane crashed.

Continuing with the story…. Anna came across a hut, mostly made of sticks and massive leaves. Being the intelligent girl she was, she avoided the mysterious little hut. After hours of searching for her parents and failing, she saw some footprints. These weren’t any ordinary footprints, though. They were tiny, very tiny. Human, but tiny. Anna bent to get a closer look, but she suddenly felt a pain in her neck. Dizzy, she fell to the ground, her sight fading to black.

Anna later woke up in a small room, perhaps the one she had found earlier…

Who is Juana Talonia Jimenez? She is a mother loving to six, a wife to two, (not at the same time) and an amazing grandmother to ten. She has lived and continues to live a fascinating life.

Juana was born on December 27, 1950 in Tamazumchale San Luis Potosi. She four brothers and six sisters, also one of the youngest. Maria Jimenez was her mother and Sixto Talonia was her father. When she was growing up she wanted to be a lawyer. She didn’t get to high school she dropped out of middle school so she can earn money for her family. Her most cherished childhood memories were during their birthday parties, where they got to eat cake and dress up. She to went to Estado Mex-Elem Middle for elementary and middle school.

Mrs. Jimenez had married twice during her life. During the first marriage she had five children. Ruby, Saidy, Carlos, and Enrique, all came from her first marriage. After she got divorced she married for the second time she married she had one child. Her first husband owned a butcher shop. He died on June 4, 2004.

Juana came to America in 1985 before her last child was born. She came in search for a better economic opportunity. She worked as a nanny when she came to the U.S. She alsoworked/owned a butcher shop with her first husband in Mexico before coming to the states. She gave birth to Shirley Cortez in San Diego. Shirley was only child born in the United States from my mothers side.

She moved to Mexico two years ago and now lives in Tijuana to be closer to her family. She first lived in a part of Tijuana called Playas then moved to the mountains. She lives with her second husband and my aunt Shirley. They are both retired now and live off the money from the massive house they sold in Mexico.

Colorful scales,
A warning to all,
Red, Green, Orange, Oh my,
Spots dot your back,

With a tail that follows you,
Wherever you go,
With tiny teeth you chew your prey,
Your tongue hidden,
In the unknown,

You feed on beasts that are smaller than you,
You stay cool by living in nature’s pool,
Your black beady eyes can burn a soul,
You wobble around with your webbed feet,

Your pink with black and white dots,
Luckily you won’t bite a lot,
Your as rare as a white rhino,
But unlike the rhino your not albino.

I crouched in the kitchen,
As they discussed Adult Things,
Money, houses, cars,
Because I know quite a few kids who have these things,

They argued,
Seconds upon seconds,
Minutes upon minutes,
Why must they argue?
Why must they cause chaos?

We say how we mustn’t have war between countries,
When we have war in our own homes,
HYPOCRITES,
Fathers against sons,
Mothers against daughters,

We cause destruction and confusion,
It’s human nature,
There will always be war,
We will always face the consequences,
Good or Bad.

True love can overcome all difficulties, no matter how hard. This is proven in the poem Annabel Lee by Edgar Allan Poe, when the women he loved perished. The poem was written in the United States on October 9,1849. In fact, it was the last complete poem he wrote before he died. The poem is about the narrator falling in love with Annabel Lee and expressing his love in such powerful way that even angels were jealous of their love. Edgar Allan Poe shows through his dark mood and imagery that true love can overpower anything.

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