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Myths and Truths

By Kia Vang

That girl with the glasses,

              glasses reflecting the sky.

She’s so nice,

             nice to the animals,

And smart,

             smart mouthed.

A pet,

            petty.

Betchu her momma’ll whoop her if she come home late,

            But her momma don’t get home until after the sun comes down.

They’ll disown her if she gets an F in class,

            But in the low class, C’s are an A.

Her clothes look nice, her parents probably own a business,

           If selling vegetables are a thing, these clothes are Gucci.

Always so quiet,

          quiet in the library.

Her hand always high,

          high in the clouds.

That smile is sweet,

          sweet n sour.

There's a line, and she stands right on top of it.

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A short story about me: I was in ESL until I reached the 2nd grade. Back then, I thought I was so smart because my teachers told me I read at a 5th grade reading level. So when my hmong friends continued ESL into the 3rd and 4th grades, I initially thought that I was so much smarter then they were. I began going to recess without them, and because of tracking, I was placed in classes with students who read like me. These classes of course had no hmong students. I began to feel so lonely and out of place. I envied the students who were still in ESL. They could still hangout together, eat lunch together, go to ESL together. I wanted to belong again. Point is, even 9 and 10 year olds have a subconscious desire to be around people who look, act, and speak like them. Do not over look your experiences just because you are young.

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Throwback to this Hmong Fashion Show. 

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Waiting for my favorite athlete. 

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Prone to Darkness

As everyone looked to the light, I stared into the darkness.

When they saw the love and purity, I realized the hate and manipulation.

They love God, but to admit God’s existence is to admit his as well. 

A paradox is what the world is. 

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My handsome guy. I miss him a lot but I promise I'll be skinner the next time you see me! Hehe

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If only places like this exist...

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Star Wars

Up until a couple of years ago, I thought his name was "Dark Vader" but his actual name is "Darth Vader." With the new movie coming up, I have no shame saying, I've never seen a Star Wars movie. Yeah I know some of their iconic lines and names, but that's about it.

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Apollo and the Water Stone

Apollo

By Kia Vang

 2015

             Book Summary

 Apollo Sakana Smith is a sixteen year old boy living in San Francisco. He has pale skin, large purple eyes and the special ability to breathe under water. Using this to his advantage, he becomes Most Valuable Player of his school swim team. But when the suicide of his step father leaves him and his step mother in debt, loan sharks chase him. They beat him unconscious and throw him into the Pacific Ocean. Apollo awakes in a strange underwater village. The buildings are made of Jade, and the streets are paved with shells. Apollo notices other humanlike people there. They also have pale skin, large eyes, and can breathe under water. The realization of this pushes Apollo to explore the Water Kingdom home to many people and creatures. But as he learns more about the underwater utopia, the more complicated things turn out. There are men out to get him, and ancient sea creatures attacking at every turn. Will Apollo discover the truth behind his lineage and his father’s death?  Join Apollo on his courageous journey through the curious World of MizuKosmos and its many wonders.  

Chapter One: Victor’s Love

Apollo laid there, on the bottom of the bathtub. He did that whenever he felt down or frustrated. Instead of the cruel, harsh world above sea level, he imagined a utopian oasis at the bottom of the tub. In this dream land, there swam ancient frilled sharks, shining gems of the earth, and conch shells the size of buildings. His imagination ran free and wild underwater, but the realities of life always fished him back out. Besides the sound of his breath under water, the sound of Mary pleading could be heard downstairs.

“I'm giving ya two days Mary,” said the landowner, “This is the last warning.” He put up two fingers, meaning the days, and stomped out.

The landowner was a scary man. Anyone could mistake him as a mafia member because of his square jaw, stolid build, and scarred face. His presence alone scared the neighbors into paying rent on time. But Mary had no idea how much debt the mortgage had risen since Victor passed away.

Mary slumped down onto the wooden floor boards. Her long blonde hair shrouded her face as she wept in silence. After a couple of minutes, she wiped her bleeding mascara off and stared into the darkness of the living room.

The living room, a place once so bright and vibrant. Usually at this time of the year, Mary would be filling the house with fall décor while the smell of Victor’s cherry waffles whiffed through the windows. The sound of Apollo running down the stairs echoed.

“I’m late for school!” he would shout, and rush out the door.

But this year, was a different year.

Victor Smith was only twenty-three years old when he fell madly in love with Mary Jones. They met as fellow athletes. Victor on the university swim team and Mary on the rowing team. After they graduated together, they married and bought a house near the bay in San Francisco. With a nice house and stable jobs, Mary became pregnant. But after the first four months, she suffered a miscarriage and lost the child. Disappointed with herself, Mary suffered from deep depression and was unable to have any children. At the age of 25, they decided to adopt rather have their own. It was then, when they came across Apollo.

Apollo Sakana met Victor at the Japanese Children’s Freedom Orphanage. Victor had felt somewhat of a familiarity toward Apollo. Had they met before? Victor wondered. As if it were destined, Victor asked for the adoption papers. At age six, Apollo became Apollo Sakana Smith. He left that same day with Victor. To Mary’s surprise, Victor brought home a lost boy. Though Victor loved Apollo with all his heart, Mary could not do the same. Every time she saw that boy, she was reminded the disappointment she caused for her unborn child, Victor, and herself.

Like a true father son relationship, Apollo learned to swim. Victor could not have been any more proud. He often called Apollo, “Your Highness,” or “Good job, Prince.” Apollo was in fact so good, he became the star member of his high school swim team. After Apollo earned a gold medal in the freestyle 500 meter relay, he came home to Mary weeping on the sofa. She held a hand written letter from Victor. With smudged ink from Mary’s tears, Apollo read it.

To my dearest Mary and Apollo,

As the waves always brush against the beach sand, life will always be faced with hardships. But I, have tried to face these hardships alone and will face the consequences alone as well. It is difficult writing this to you two whom I love the most, as I cannot say precisely what is happening. I am terribly sorry and remorseful to say that, by the time you have found this letter, I will have passed onto the world under. My lovely Mary, you have not ceased to be any less beautiful since the day I met you. Please find it in your heart to forgive me for my actions, and to promise me that you’ll look after Apollo. Though he is growing, he needs your strength and guidance. Many strange events will begin to happen, and he needs you to pull through and support him. Thank you and Goodbye. Mary, I love you.

Apollo, my prince, stay safe.

Love, Victor Smith

Salt water ran down Apollo’s face. He rarely cried, but when he did, his tears stung. In frustration, Apollo ran upstairs to his room. On his bed, a blue box. Inside was a small blue orb attached to a necklace. A small slit of paper with the orb was inside.

“To Apollo, this was around your neck when I found you. Don’t lose it,” it read.

The handwriting was the same as the letter downstairs. More salt water welled up in Apollo’s eyes. He put the necklace around his collar and wiped his eyes. Then, Apollo went into the bathroom. He drew himself a bath, in which he sat at the bottom of the tub, thinking.

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Going for bolder looks lately.

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Undecided

I don't know what I want. Here, everyone's got a major: marketing, biology, premed, accounting, kinesiology, Spanish, theater, psychology, criminal justice... Etc. These are legit what my friends and people around me have declared. But how can someone, at only at age 18 or 19 be so sure of what they want in life? For me, I know that I have sooo many interests. I wanna sing, dance, act, draw, paint, direct, sculpt, take photos, learn martial arts, work in a courtroom, assist in a hospital, research in a lab, play with animals, teach kids, and discover the secret of life. ... Help me, I have no idea what I want.

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Virtual Reality Pokemon

To Pokemon: you should invest in a virtual world of Pokemon. Use the oculus rift, and actually have real live places where Pokemon dwell. Like in forests, there's grass Pokemon, and in the sky are flying Pokemon. Then we'll see who's willing to really travel and become a Pokemon master. Then have a certain points where they can challenge leagues and champions. And there's a grand prize just like in the game. ... Just a thought.

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Gave myself a henna! My very first one having and doing one! I'm very satisfied!

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Until Fall

The time has come. 7 weeks later, I'm a different person. Not sure if it's a good or bad thing... However, thanks SCE for a taste of freedom, independence, and college. Seeya Madison, until the fall. To be exact, 20 days.

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Continuation of Dreams

This week has really re-motivated me to continue by writing. I'd like to say thanks to a local artist. As a newly motivated person, I will set deadlines... I promise to finish the first chapter of by the end of the weekend. However, I'd like an editor, hehe. Anywho, please look forward to it! I'll post it on here if anyone wants to read!

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Secrets

There are things I cannot say. Reasons why I cannot say: You will judge me. Ignorance is bliss, it's better you not know. And you will find what I say is silly. So until it's over, it will be a secret.

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Woke up to go on an adventure with my sister to clear our minds.