Option 2 - My relationships with others

     I'm a type of person that is influenced by everything around me, including people. And I believe that you don't know the impact someone has on you until that person is gone. Friends move away and relatives dwindle. The people that posed the biggest influence on me were my parents. My mom and I act exactly alike, according to anyone who knows us both. We have the same opinions on a lot of subjects, our laughs even sound the same. I'm very personable and friendly from watching my dad. He always had a way of making others around him feel important and special and I was always aspiring to do as he did.
     I have many of the same friends as I did in grade school, and I believe that's partially because we influence eachother in positive ways. Ronald Franz was influenced by Alex first by becoming his friend. And we all know that if your most trusted best friend suggests you do something, you actually consider it, and in some occasions, you even act upon it. Ronald took Alex's suggestion to leave everything behind and test his luck in the wild, and Ronald wouldn't of done it unless him and Alex had truly had that bondadge. There's such a love between the two characters, you can't help but feel sorry for Ronald when he hears of Alex's passing.
      But the thing with influencing others is it doesn't matter whether you're alive, dead, a million miles away, or right down the street; whatever influence someone had will always effect others.

Rebirth.

        Completely frustrated with my day thus far, I escaped my world and ventured to where my only enemy was the changing season. With exhaustion, I sat upon the ground and pressed my back against a sturdy grand oak. The grass under my legs still remained richened from the summer, and it was appealingly soft. With each gust of wind, a blanket of leaves would sprout wings and dance to different songs; some songs were quick and wicked while others where soft and pittiful. At one moment where the leaves moved to my agitation, a dead, tan leaf landed upon my folded legs and I swatted it away with annoyance, only to regret the action instantly.
        I sighed and scolded myself for my harshness; nature was my only escape and I should not have punished it. For such a thing, I could only blame myself. How could everything around me be falling apart, crumbling through the floor? And how do I take action for the shit in my life? I attack a defenseless leaf that was only given to me by God.
       Closing my eyes, I allow the sun's warmth to melt the lines of stress from my forehead. I was amazed how in such an unforgiving season, the sun was able to avail and turn my pale skin to a glowing silk.
        The black-winged birds high in the branches above me paid no mind to the wind, nor me, who was now folded, knees to chest, beside their tree. And with a quiet toon, I imaged the dark birds were whispering to me. They spoke with pitty in their cries and desperation and I finally realized how I was suppost to move on.
         I stood and a gale rose so mighty that I momentarily feared it would take me from my place and lift me to heaven. But I stayed sprouted and I allowed the leaves to twine into my hair and the sun to burry itself into the poors of my skin. And my eyelids closed as I basked in a feeling that had been foreign to me for too long.... peacefulness.