Something I want you to know

Dear Mom,
   I just wanted you to know that I love you. Yes I know that I do not say that enough, well we both do not say that enough but I guess that it is a start. Even thought you and I both know that we love each other, I do not think that you show it enough because I am the only girl and I do not like getting into sports like my younger brothers do. Maybe it is because you are always working and we have to stay at grandmas house. I do not know why I never told you this before, but I aam telling you now because I do not want this grudge in my heart any more. I wish that you would know why I feel this way because I feel like this all of the time. I wish we can hang out more like we used to in the good old days. Well this is all for now. I love you mom and I want you to remember that
             -Your daughter
                         Marlayna <3

My idol

My idol would be my mom. My mom is not just any ordinary mom. She is caring and loving. She has strength, wisdom and respect. I think that my mom should be a person who gives great advise on life to teenagers who are struggling or are going down the wrong path. Every time one of my friends have a issue, rather it be a home, school, or just in life, my mom is always there for them. It seems like every time one of my friends come over they always end up opening up to her about their life and how they dislike it. By the end of the day when it is time for them to go home, to me they seem like a totally different person. My mom always told me to never give up on anything in life that I want, no matter how hard it is do not give up. Up until this very day I have never understood why she use to always tell me that. Now I see why, it seems like when she told me this, I think it means that no matter what I do in life, make the best out of it because I am only one person. I would like to think that my mom and I have a great mother daughter relationship. I say this because no matter what I do or how bad it was, she was and will always be there for me. She does not kick me when I am down because she can already tell that I have had a horrible day. It could be days like today when I do not feel good and she would just leave me alone because she knows how it feels to be sick. When my mom does not feel like talking to anybody, I always find a way to make her talk to me, even if she does not feel like it because I know that she would do the same for me. When other people see me out in public and ask "are you Michelle's daughter?" I would reply yes I am and they would say that I look and act just like her. I would not even know who the people were and they would come up to me. I hope when they ask me if I am her daughter that they are thinking good things of her when they see me because every time I see my mom, I always think of good things because she is just that great of a person, I mean no mother or anybody for that matter is perfect but in my eyes, I think my mom is. I guess what I am really trying to say here is that if I could ever be half the woman she is today, I would be honored to.

Home sweet Home

If I could live anywhere in the world, I would live in Savannah, GA. I would live there because I love living in the country but I do not know why because I was born and raised in the city. I would consider myself as being a country girl but with a city side. I love the big houses with the large backyards, nice sized ponds, weeping willow trees and things like that. I figure that if I become an OBGYN or an Massage Therapists I would be able to actually buy all of the land and rent it out for different parties or functions. I have always had this type of love for living in the southern states like Georgia, Louisiana, Alabama and Arkansas. Whenever I hear something exciting about the south I always imagine myself being there and enjoying the activities going on. I have been to a couple of the southern states like North and South Carolina and after I visited there I just knew that it was meant for me to live there when I got older because I just felt comfortable and at ease there. I feel like I am at home when I am down there. Honestly I would love to live anywhere in the south because that is just how much I love it down there. It feels like home sweet home.

What would you do if money was no object?

 Reflection:
 I have learned through out all of the videos that I recorded, is that I do not have to have money in order to be a happy person in life. I can still do what I want to do whether it is for money or not. I do what I love doing because of the joy in doing it. I do not have to have money in order to be successful in life, to have a title under my name when I get older, or to be in a higher tax bracket. To me, if money was no object, I would become a criminal justice lawyer because I believe that everybody deserves a second chance at life. I make mistakes, everybody makes mistakes, but that is where we have to grow up and learn from them.

My favorite author..

My favorite author would have to be Meggan Mcdonald and her series of books called "Judy Moody". As a child I would love to read all of the "Judy Moody" books because I felt like I could relate to the book itself. When I first started reading these books I was hooked, like a baby hooked on candy. After I got done reading one book, I would go get another book. It was like a cycle then went like this : go to the library, get 3 "Judy Moody" books, finish the books within 1 week, take them back and get 3 more. I have a weakness for these books mainly because it makes me relax more, or helps me clear my head. If I were to be angry at anybody, I would grab a book, read it, and by the time I get done reading the first 5 chapters, my mind was clear of negative thoughts and I moved on to the next subject. When ever I read the "Judy Moody" series, I always get this funny feeling in my stomach, kind of like butterflies I would get when I am around cute boys. After I finished reading the whole series of "Judy Moody" books, it made me want to engage in reading activities in school, it helped my vocabulary, and most of all it helped my reading skills. I would recommend this book to any 3rd grader looking for something to read during or after school.

What if money was no object?

If money was no object would I change the way I live or would I change anything at all?

Honestly, I would not change a thing.I love  my life. I love the way I live it as well.

There is a poet named Robert Frost. One of his poems is called "After Apple Picking". In this poem, Frost is using metaphors to convey a message of a hard life. Frost has worked all of his life, so I think he is trying to help the readers see his point of view as far as a hard working life goes.

 Frost uses metaphors in his poems to help readers understand the importance of having determination and hard work. "For all that struck the earth, No matter if not bruised or spiked with stubble, Went to the cider-apple heap As of no worth" -Frost. I think that this quote means that no matter what Frost did, it was never good enough. This ties into my statement when I said that Frost is using metaphors to convey a hard working life because to me no matter what I do it never seems to be good enough for anybody. When I hear this, I think he is saying to live my life with no regrets, so that in the end I can say that I did what I needed to do and that I handled my business on my own without anybody helping me. 

Frost conveys a message of a hard worked life waiting to end through imagery by using very descriptive words. "One can see what will trouble This sleep of mine, what ever sleep is"-Frost. I think that this quote means that at the end of my life, look back and see what I regret. See what opportunities I missed out on. At the end I will only live for me and me only. Frost uses metaphors and imagery to convey or to get his point across to readers, is that life is not a fairytale. If I want something in life, I have to work for it because nobody is just going to give it to me. If I want to be somebody or do something in life, I have to go out there and get it when I can because like I said, nobody will just give it to me freely. I want to be an obstetrician when I get older. I have always wanted to in this type of profession since I was about 4 years old. If my mom were to ask me what I wanted to be when I grew up, I would say a baby doctor, or somebody who helps the mommy have to baby. If money were no object I would still be and OB because it is what my heart wants and soul desires. I would still take care of my patients as if they were my own family members. I would treat them with respect because I believe that everybody deserves respect. If money were to be an object, I would still treat the people the same as if money never existed. I would treat the people with respect because no matter the skin color, what they did in the past, or who they are, everybody deserves respect. WE are all human beings, we make mistakes but we learn from them in some part of life.

Somethings may never change

"What is one thing that you want to change in life?" I ask myself that all the time. I guess if there was really one thing that I would like to change is the absence of my biological father not being in my life. This has a great effect on me because I feel like it is my fault why he left. My mom says that it is not my fault. She says that he was not ready to be a father yet. I still think to this very day that it is my fault. Everyday I ask myself why he left. I always asked, 'Is it my fault that he left?' 'Am I the reason why he was not ready to be a father?'. Every since I was 7 years old, I always thought that I never  had a dad. Only my other 2 brothers. About 2 or 3 years ago, I finally had the guts to ask my mom why my real dad left. She sat me down and was basically saying that I was never the cause of him leaving me. She said that he loved me but I did not believe her because if he loved me, he would have never left me in the first place. He would have stuck with my mom, or if they did not work out, he could have at least came by to see me every once in a while. It hurts me to know that my dad really did not give a care about me. I do not even think he would care if I died or not. At times I would cry myself to sleep over him because I wanted to know why he left me and nobody had answers to why he did. It still hurts me very badly. Everyday I keep a smile on my face, or at least try to keep one, because I know that I can succeed in life with or without him. He does not determine my future. If he never a day in his life never cared about me, that is okay because he does no know what he is missing out on. I mean yeah he missed out on birthdays and special events, but hey that is life. If I should meet him one day, I would ask him why he left me for all of these years and not even come to hi or even say good bye. Why he chose his girl over his own daughter. His own flesh and blood. If he did came back to see me, I think it would have an effect on everybody. Both good and bad. Good because I would finally put that missing piece of the puzzle together and be happy again. Bad because I would have this anger towards him mainly because of his absence. The lord says "You cannot forgive somebody unless you forgive yourself". I forgave myself and I forgave him. It is up to him whether he wants to change for the good or the bad. Some people may never change.

I'll be there

Wanna kill yourself? Imagine this. You come home from school one day. You have had yet another horrible day. You’re just ready to give up. So you go to your room, close the door, and take out that suicide note you have written and rewritten over and over and over You take out those razor blades, and cut for the very last time. You grab that bottle of pills and take them all. Laying down, holding the l

etter to your chest, you close your eyes for the very last time. A few hours later, your little brother knocks on your door to come tell you dinners ready. You don’t answer, so he walks in. All he sees is you laying on your bed, so he thinks you’re asleep. He tells your mom this. Your mom goes to your room to wake you up. She notices something is odd. She grabs the paper in your hand and reads it. Sobbing, she tries to wake you up. She’s screaming your name. Your brother, so confused, runs to go tell Dad that “Mommy is crying and sissy won’t wake up.” Your dad runs to your room. He looks at your mom, crying, holding the letter to her chest, sitting next to your lifeless body. It hits him, what’s going on, and he screams. He screams and throws something at the wall. And then, falling to his knees, he starts to cry. Your mom crawls over to him, and they sit there, holding each other, crying. The next day at school, there’s an announcement. The principal tells everyone about your suicide. It takes a few seconds for it to sink in, and once it does, everyone goes silent. Everyone blames themselves. Your teachers think they were too hard on you. Those mean popular girls, they think of all the things they have said to you. That boy that used to tease you and call you names, he can’t help but hate himself for never telling you how beautiful you really are. Your ex boyfriend, the one that you told everything to, that broke up with you.. He can’t handle it. He breaks down and starts crying, and runs out of the school. Your friends? They’re sobbing too, wondering how they could never see that anything was wrong, wishing they could have helped you before it was too late. And your best friend? She’s in shock. She can’t believe it. She knew what you were going through, but she never thought it would get that bad… Bad enough for you to end it. She can’t cry, she can’t feel anything. She stands up, walks out of the classroom, and just sinks to the floor. Shaking, screaming, but no tears coming out. It’s a few days later, at your funeral. The whole town came. Everyone knew you, that girl with the bright smile and bubbly personality. The one that was always there for them, the shoulder to cry on. Lots of people talk about all the good memories they had with you, there were a lot. Everyone’s crying, your little brother still does not know you killed yourself, he’s too young. Your parents just said you died. It hurts him, a lot. You were his big sister, you were supposed to always be there for him. Your best friend, she stays strong through the entire service, but as soon as they start lowering your casket into the ground, she just loses it. She cries and cries and does not stop for days. It’s two years later. The whole school talks to a counselor/therapist at least once a week. Your teachers all quit their job. Those mean girls have eating disorders now. That boy that used to tease you cuts himself. Your ex boyfriend does not know how to love anymore and just sleeps around with girls. Your friends all go into depression. Your best friend? She tried to kill herself. She did not succeed like you did, but she tried…your brother? He finally found out the truth about your death. He self harms, he cries at night, he does exactly what you did for years leading up to your suicide. Your parents? Their marriage fell apart. Your dad became a workaholic to distract himself from your death. Your mom got diagnosed with depression and just lays in bed all day. People care. You may not think so, but they do. Your choices don’t just effect you. They effect everyone. Don’t end your life, you have so much to live for. Things can’t get better if you give up. I’m here for absolutely anyone that needs to talk, no matter who you are. Even if we have NEVER talked before, I’m here for you.

My inspiration

My favorite type of music would be Old School Hip-Hop. My favorite rapper is The Notorious B.I.G. ( birth name Christopher George Latore Wallace). He grew up in Brooklyn New York, living in the project type neighborhoods. Before he started his own career in the music industry, he sold drugs for a living. One day him and a few friends were having a rap competition and a well known rapper "Lil Kim" had over heard them and she told one of her friends, her friends told their friends, and their friends told another friend. It was basically word of mouth. Well the word had finally came to the rapper P.Diddy . He just had to meet "Biggie Smalls"; he called him. After their meeting P.Diddy basically told him that  if he continues to sell drugs, he will not be signed to the record label. Biggie said he wants to be one of the greatest . So he gave up the dope game and signed with P.Diddy. When I first heard one of Biggie's songs, I just fell in love with it. He is my inspiration. When ever I hear any of his songs, I get inspired to do great things. Others may think that he is talking about inappropriate things. I think he is talking about how he came from living in the projects to living in a mansion. I think all of his songs are talking about his success in his life and career. I do not just like any of his songs, I love his songs. I think he is saying no matter where you live, how you live, what you do, or what you did, who you are, or who you are trying to be, you can make it in this messes up world. Anybody can be something in life. It is not just going to come to anyone, but that someone has to come and get it on their own. This is why he is my favorite rapper.
 (the rap competition)

Three things that are of value to me

Three things that I value in life are : myself, family, and most of all life. I value my family because without them them I wouldn't be half the young lady I am today. Without my mom, well I wouldn't be born, but on a serious note, she has helped me through so much, it's unbelievable. She gave me my wisdom, my kind ways, and my key to recognize a player's card. I value my family because they keep me sane.  Mainly because they're as crazy as I am. My family means the world to me. I value myself because I am a one of a kind. An original you can say. Nobody looks at things the same way I do. For example, my mom and I would be shopping for clothes, and she would think that a shirt is pretty, but I would think it's ugly because I look at the shirt differently. I value myself because, I know I am a strong young lady and I can do anything in my power. I like to look at things in a positive perspective. Others may think that I am quiet and others think that I just won't shut up. That's what I love and value about me. You will never know which Marlayna you'll get. I think that I hold the key to my success and I value that the most. I saved the best for last. I value life the most out of everything because without life, none of us would be here. I value life because I take life as a serious matter. Others may take it as a joke, but I take it as a gift. It's a gift to wake up each and everyday, knowing that I'm safe, knowing that God has given me another day to live and enjoy life. Knowing that I have food in the fridge, knowing that I will have clothes on my back and knowing that I have a place to call "home". Life to me is a gift from God. I dislike it when people say " I hate my life". Think about it, you're life could be much more worse than it is right now. Think about all of the other kids crying because they have no food to eat, no shoes to wear, and no clothes to put on. They may look at us and think we live the "Golden Life". I look at them and think they are survivors. I look up to people who have nothing. I think " hey maybe my life isn't so bad after all". So the next time you say I hate my life, think about the other people who have nothing. These are 3 things that I value in life.

This summer.......

My summer was really focused on my mothers wedding. Every since Christmas break of my freshman year of high school, my mom was planing her wedding. All she thought about was how  the dress was going to fit , how much it cost, and what it looked like on her. The first day she went to go try on her dress from David's Bridal, she said that it was too big or it has too many sequins or anything that she doesn't like about the dress she'd just complain the whole time we were there. The next day she went( like 2 weeks later) she found the dress she wanted. She tried it on and everything. She said that it fit her right, it made her look like a queen and she felt special in it. So when I went to go pick out the bridesmaid's dresses, right away I found the perfect dress that would fit the bridesmaid's and I so well. When I tried it on, my mom was in tears because she said that I had looked like a African princess. So she called the other three bridesmaid's to go and get fitted for the dresses. They all looked like African princesses, so we went and bought the dresses after we had gotten fitted. When my dad and the groomsmen went to go try on their tuxedo's, my dad sent the pictures of them in it, to my mom's phone. She said they looked very nice and handsome. As the month before the wedding approached, is when my mom really panicked. She like tuned out everything that had nothing to do about the wedding. She even tuned out her own kids, I mean I can understand where she's coming from, but I don't think she knew that all we wanted to do was help her. When she had her bridal party, we had the most fun. It was like we didn't have to worry about a thing. When the day before the wedding came, somebody had stolen her money to pay for the hall. Thank goodness my grandpa had the extra money because if it wasn't for him there wouldn't have been no wedding at all. So the day of the wedding it was like everything came into place. I'm very happy to see my mom and dad get married after being together for 18 years. This is what I did over the summer and I'd do it again if I was asked to.

My name

My name is Marlayna.

My name is pronounced Mar-LAY-nah.

My name is unique because it didn't come out of a baby book.

My name is much more than just any " name ".


M is for- Munificent, for I am extremely liberal in giving.

A is for- agreeable, it's the best side of me.

R is for- refreshing, the sparkling side of me.

L is for- luxury, the luxury of my smile.

A is for- advantage, for I am blessed with.

Y is for- yearn, my innermost desires.

N is for- nice, need I say more?

A is for- able, for which I am capable of being.


My name is of the German origin and means " Variant of Madeline Woman from Magdala".


Danielle, for which is my middle name. Thanks to my Aunt Staci.


D is for- discreet, I can keep a secret.

A is for- accomplished, in all that I do.

N is for- natural, the genuine side of me.


I is for- interest, that I show in others.

E is for- elegant, that was born within me.

L is for- look, the way I look at life.

L is for- lovely, the loveliness of my smile although I can be a buffoon at times.

E is for- extrovert, for the outgoing garish side of me.


Danielle is my middle name that was given to me by my Aunt Staci. My middle name is Hebrew for "God is my judge."


My name is unique, it has self respect.


My name has honesty


My name isn't just another ordinary name like Ashley or Taylor.


My name is Marlayna Danielle Ellington.


This is my name.

My most important rule

The most important rule to me is not to talk while another student or teacher is talking at the time. To me talking while another is talking is rude and disrespect, because another person could be asking about a question on the OGT test, or anything on their homework, just anything at all. Also it could be a life or death situation and the teacher cannot help the student because of the noise level in the class room, Not talking while another is could save another's life. This is my most important rule.