Response # 4 Mood 2

                                                                                         Crank Part 2 by Nyah Ramirez-Pineda

 Bang! I turn around seeing Teresa with a bullet in the right side of her head and the gun in hand. I almost forgot how to breath for a second. Oh no... I sat next her closing her eyes and grabbed her gun. I would take a moment of silence but there's no time. At least she gets to see her son... If there's a heaven. I have to get back to Lydia! I blink my eyes trying to prevent the tears falling and got my stuff and head outside. I didn't hesitate to run and the echoes of the cranks got louder. My heart beating rapidly and my palms all sweaty. I can hear the footsteps chasing me. Just as I turn to the corner a crank jump at, before I can grab my knife it's ugly body was on top of me. It was aiming at my neck but it grab its shoulders and trying to push it off but it kept fighting. I can feel it's hot and moist breathe against my cheek. With the crank being this close I knew I had to get it off quickly, I try sitting up as I push it away and turn around and try to get up but its claws grab my right leg. Oh no no no it can infect me! I reach in my jacket for my knife as I try to get out of the crank's grip. I can feel it's sharp claws tearing my skin, I felt like I was loosing the feels of my leg. I let out a small scream as it's nails got deeper. I felt the hot thick blood running down my leg. I grab my knife cutting myself in the process and sat up looking at it standing, I roll to my left side and was able to release my leg. With all the adrenaline I couldn't feel the pain on my leg when I starting to stand up and kick it in the shin so it can kneel down and for me to drive the blade to it's head. 

"Off with your head." I whispered and stab it's head. It's creaking noises stop but more came. I can't fight them all, I turn around and ran despite the pain in my leg. The thought of me being a crank scares me. I can't leave Lydia. Oh god I'm scared. Okay just keep running and get to the classroom. As soon as I got to the classroom I close the door and grab one of the desks to block it. The cranks pounded on the door but they couldn't get through. I back away and turn around seeing Lydia laying down. Her breathing was heavy. Before I did anything else I roll down my jeans covering the big scratch. Lydia doesn't have to worry about this.

"Lydia? I got some water. Here I'll put some on your head and neck to cool you down." I whispered and lean her over so I can reach her neck. I move her hair and saw a big infected scratch. My eyes widened and I back away and blink rapidly hoping what I saw was not real. Not her too. 

"I-I didn't want to tell you... I'm sorry." She says. No.. Not my sister! I bit my lip so I can't scream and let the tears fall.

"No! Please not you! Please! Teresa is gone! I can't be alone!" I said as I let out sobs. I felt a lump in my throat and pain my chest. Her eyes laid on the gun. Oh god please no! I shake my head. I didn't want to tell her but now I have lost everyone.

"No. I'm not going to shoot you!" I said between sobs. She just smiles at me softly and grabs my hand. Her face was full of sweat and her champ lips, black veins around her neck and a hint of black blood on her nose.

"W-when I die, you can end it too. Not worry about it. Aim at your head and bang, it's over. Although I d-don't want you too." She says and started to cough so badly blood starting coming out. Is this how I will be too? Being weak and bleeding, no cure. I got cut a piece of my shirt and use it as a rag to clean her mouth. 

"Your going to end me. Cora you hear me? " she whispers, I hardly heard her because of the pounding at the door and the creaking noises and screeches. They will open that door and I don't know if I'll be in it by the time they open it. Why am I even thinking about this? I'm going to be dead anyway. Her hands were on the gun and she put it on my lap. I grab it and check to see that the gun only has 6 bullets. Well that's not going to last me is it? I lick my salty lips and took a deep breath. Lydia's eyes were closed and look like she was dead but her chest was still moving. I slowly aim the gun at her, in the corner of my eyes I can see the desk that was against the door flip over and the door was more opened. And their hands sticking out and their rotten body trying to get through.  I look at Lydia one more time and as I pull the trigger the door was broken down and all the cranks came running into the room.

The End.

Response # 4 Mood.

                                                                                 Crank Part 1 by Nyah Ramirez-Pineda

I block my ears trying to not hear my older sister scream like a crank was eating her torso and stretching her soft skin. You would think since she's the oldest she has everything under control but she's turning insane. Might as well be a crank. Her screaming in a classroom where the cranks can hear is not helping either. 

"God! Cora make Lydia stop!" Teresa yell through Lydia's scream. Still blocking my ears I crawl to her making sure the cranks didn't see me through the windows and sat beside her. I slowly put down my hands trying to handle her screaming. Once I touch her shoulders she stop but the sound of nails scratching the door made the three of us make our blood cold or at least mine did. 

"Damn it... We have to get out of this school." Teresa whisper to us. I turn to my sister seeing her pale skin and her once beautiful strawberry blonde hair now all tangled and some bald spots here and there. Her nails were ripped off and dark circles around her eyes. She looks like a crank, I hate this! Hate it! Hate it! No one who wasn't a scientist or a genius knew how this virus started but next thing you know they are craving flesh and black liquid coming from their ears, mouth, and nose. If one bites you, you go nuts. You'll yell that your a crank going crazy asking people to pull the trigger. 

"You know what...we should put her out of her misery." Teresa says and pulls out her gun. Like hell! I tackle her to the floor trying to get the gun but kick me in the face and sending me back to the floor. I groan in pain as I rub my jaw. Lydia did nothing but watch what happen as she body shakes like chihuahua. She started acting like this since last week, she didn't get bitten... We met Teresa when the virus barely happen. She was in the military and she found out about because... Well her first crank she had shot was her son.

"Please! Don't do this! She'll get better! She's just shock a bit. I saw some water back there in the main office maybe we can out run them and get it! We need the water!" I said trying to stall her. Teresa hasn't been the same either, after she shot her five year old boy we ran into some family who's four year old daughter was sick or bitten but they didn't know that would turn her to a crank. They make creaking noises and it scares the hell out of me.  Before the daughter turn to a crank she pull the gun and aim it at her head and pulled the trigger.Lydia was well back then and wanted us to leave but where would we go? We didn't know how to fight, and Teresa was out best chance at surviving. Teresa look at the ceiling before giving a sigh and nods.

"Fine whatever. I'll go." She says and grabs her gun.

"I'll help you." I say and grab my pocket knife. As I was about to head towards the door I was grab by the collar and I spun around. 

"You? Your only twelve." She says and let out a scoff. The whole virus started when my sister was five, our family were living in a small community run by the military before it was overrun and then my parents had me. Told me the reality. It still surprise me how Lydia still never knew how to fight. Only thing to protect me is this small knife.

"I survive this long... I'm pretty sure I can survive this." I said. A twelve year old should be gospsing with their friends or talk about boys or put makeup on but instead I'm here with cranks. I can feel my heart speed it's pace and sweat sliding down my face. I lick my lips tasting the salty taste. Teresa slowly nods and opens the door. As soon as she did two cranks came charging at us. A gun shot went off and one came charging at me. I kick it in the shin and saw it fall and I took the chance and drive the blade to the head. I struggle to get the knife out and once I did I tumble down. 

"Quit playing! Come on!" Teresa nag at me. I got up and quickly ran to Lydia. 

"I'll be back." I said but she said nothing but played with her fingers. I said nothing else and got up and left. As we walk through the hallways we could only hear the echoes of the cranks... I don't know what's more scarier, cranks chasing us or walking through this hallway and only hear the echoes but not the cranks.

"HELP ME HELP ME! IM A CRANK! KILL ME KILL ME!!!!" A figure appear, it was girl. I took a step back even though she's harmless. She won't do anything, she's not violent yet. Bang! I jump at bit at the sound of it. Teresa never shows remorse when she shoots cranks... She looks at the body and then carries on like if that didn't happen. I sigh and follow her leaving the body behind.

Luckily we didn't crash into any cranks after that one, once we made to the office I grab the jugs of water. It's been a few days without water and it's killing me. I turn around seeing Teresa holding a picture frame. I step forward and saw a women and boy in the picture all smiling. I look up and saw a banner that said the same of this school. Jamesworkmen Middle School... All of a sudden I heard Teresa soft sob.

"I'm sorry about your son.." I said, she only told us about him when she was drunk. She told us how she had him when she was fifteen... Now here she is, thirty two. Teresa let out a chuckle.

"Your sorry? Why? This is my fault.." She whispers. What? How can this be her fault?

"What are you taking about?" I ask taking a step closer.

"I-I know how this happen. The facility was suppose to make a new disease for a new weapon...I-I brought my son there as a tour and.. Next thing I knew he screams. There a scratch on him but I thought it was glass.. I still don't know how he got scratch. Maybe he wander off or mess with the tubes with the disease. We were planning to test it on humans and..m-my son was the first. He wasn't himself. He bit two people. I put him down." She says and falls to the floor crying. Her son... Was the first crank.  All for a disease?! A weapon?! Rage flows through my body and I clench my jaws and fists. Not because I'm mad at her I'm mad at the geniuses who thought this was a good idea! I turn around taking deep breaths. Okay we have to get back to Lydia. Bang! 

The End Of Crank Part 1.

Response # 3 Characterization

The three main characters, La Guera, Payasa, and Marin in the three stories have many things in common. Let's start with their appearance, they have teased hair, wear tight clothes, and cover their faces with makeup. They dress like those kind of girls that make parents all worry and on edge of their child hang out with those kind of girls. They also speak with attitude, Priscilla calls herself La Guera and if anyone calls her Priscilla she'll correct them with attitude. Now Payasa her response is "Oh you'll get over it.. Eventually." When something bad happens, Marin give advice to younger girls advice on how to get boys. They all speak in attuide. Marin doesn't care if boys compliment and ignores him her much like Payasa who acts like she doesn't care. When La Guera does something bad at first you would think she's going to say something like she regrets it but no, she'll say something worse and does hesitate. The three girls also do stuff that their parents tell them not to do. La Guera fights and steals sweets, makeup, and even a boyfriend. Payasa sniffs spray cans to get high, flash in public, and fights. Marin sells Avon and sometimes she is a prostuite.They also get reactions from others to the ones close to them. La Guera's friends started to stay away from her when she started going overboard on stealing, also funny looks from her cousin, and a suspicious look form the cash register guy because of her looks. Payasa's older brothers would abuse her if she lost a fight and one would not do anything just let her be Payasa. Girls in Marin's neighborhood look up to her as a idol and boys describe her green eyes as green apples or always complimenting her. They have similar motivation. They want love, La Guera wants more sweetness and love and rainbow and blue sky to fill her empty heart. Payasa just want to be love by her ex boyfriend and brothers. As for Marin even though she had boyfriend in Pureto Rico she wanted handsome and rich man to pick her up and take her away far far away.

The three girls are archetypes because they fit in those pretty hot girls who just want to have a happy ending. And sometimes they don't get there ending and lose their chances. La Teri shook all the sweetness and makeup and the colorful things out of La Guera when they were fighting. Priscilla was no more. Payasa lost her boyfriend because how she acted and she shut everyone out, harming her self and puts herself in a hospital. And Markn hasn't got her rich and handsome man to sweep her off her feet. She waited and waited but no man came for her. I would say they were like from the movies where the pretty girls who pretended to be someone else and in the end they don't get their happy ending. I think author is suggesting this is because there are many girls back then and some now who would act like these three girls and think this is what will get what they want but it's not. It's just going to take one back further from it.

My opinion in all of this is that these girls really have low self esteem. I feel like they have no respect for themselves. La Guera shouldn't be wearing heavy makeup and start fights and steal in 7th grade. Payasa shouldn't be getting high in spray cans and flash in public. Marin shouldn't be looking for a handsome fish guy when she has boyfriend, she should be loyal to him. Honestly these girls sicken me and they don't really think no! They are to busy starting fights, sniffing cans, and dancing for men! Hopefully people will read this and any girls who are reading this... You are beautiful just the way you are. Don't think otherwise. You can be better than these girls.