The Golden Truth

First day of school was today. My order of classes are in the morning I have English Honors 10. I have pretty good classmates and the teacher, Ms. Piche, is really nice. Then I have French with Madame Estrella, who is also a very nice teacher, but i dont have any people I really know in my class. Then, I have lunch witch is good. Then I have Study Hall which sucks because it is i the Lecture Hall and we are crambed in there and it can get really noisy, buit it lets me get my homework done, kind of with all the noise. Then I have Band, I love band. It is going to be weird without Mr. Rothe and I'm kind of nervous with auditions. Then, I hope to get early release. School is ok, I hope i doesn't get to hectic with Bryan's play going on to. Instead of my normal poems, i am gooing to post my story I am writting for English. i didn't profread it too much yet so their might be some mistakes but I would love it if you commmented so I can get a good grade.

When the world was in creation, not only were sturdy mountains, vast seas, and sublime skies crafted, but also many truths that were made to be as laws or beliefs for the living things to follow were formed. These truths were placed all around the world, some out in the open, and some hidden in the Ocean of Knowledge and the Caves of Experience. These truths would take the shape or form they wanted, like they had a mind of their own. When a living being in the world recovered one on of these truths many things were gifted to them like fortune, happiness, faith, or even maybe love.
One day a boy, about the age of 7, went to his backyard to play out of boredom. He decided to dig around in the ground just for the fun of it. “Maybe, if I try hard enough I can reach the center of the world,” he thought as he used his father’s shovel to burrow down into the decayed ground. Suddenly, he thumped on something hard in the dirt. It was a plate, incased in gold, which had in bold letters: Some People are Different. He was astounded by the plate’s beauty and hidden wisdom. “I got to show, mamma!” exclaimed the little boy in his mind as he grabbed the plate and ran back inside his house.
His mother was taking with her husband at the kitchen table, while going through this month’s bills. When the boy saw his mom he sprinted up to her. “Now Bill, how many times have I told you not to run in the house?” his father groaned, having a headache over the monthly costs.
“Mom! Dad! Look at what I found in the yard!” Bill exclaimed in enthusiasm that seemed to take over his body. He was a puppet to the excitement he possessed, as he jumped up and down in front of his parents. Then he showed them what he found in the yard. The parents stood there in shock of what their youngster had shown them. His father, with his black skinned fingers, slowly took the golden plate his son held.
“Son, it is marvelous, you found that outside?” he said in a monotone voice of wonder and amazement.
“Yes I did!” Bill cheerfully answered back.
“Wow, Billy, it’s gorgeous!” his mother cried. His mother had a thing for gold and loved to buy jewelry. “We have to display it the parlor when the mayor shows up for that interview I have with him for the paper,” she also stated. Bill’s mom was a writer for the town paper. She had to interview him on his new project “Project Education” he was planning for the town.
“Sure that would be cool,” Bill said with a smile and went into the living room and stood the plate up on top of the television where their family spent all their “family time”.
Plate, gold, treasure, whatever Bill and his parents called it, little to their knowledge it was a truth. Well actually, it was a broken truth. The gold plate that represented the truth once it was whole must of broke into two pieces (some truths do) and the other portion was mislaid. Although a truth can bring good luck to the finder and his others who believed in it with him, a broken truth can lead to greed, deceit, disgrace, and also in this story prejudice. A broken truth will mislead, because it doesn’t state the entire message or principle.
When the mayor saw the broken truth during the dull interview that Bill’s mother planned, he was flabbergasted. “Where did you get that plate, Gloria!” he exclaimed randomly during answering one of her questions.
“Actually, my son found it not to long ago, it’s precious isn’t it?” she answered back gloating.
“May I purchase it, it is so shiny and somewhat meaningful,” he said in a memorized voice. “I’ll pay any amount. 1 million even! What do you say?” he bargained.
“Well, I don’t know. It is a lot of money and my family needs it now. We just got the bills and my family is kind of in debt. Sure Mayor Gollum, it’s a deal!” she agreed and shook his cold hand.
When the mayor got back to his home he looked upon the broke truth all night. He became obsessed over the truths ideas and beliefs. He believed in it more than his individuality, which was lost after a week he bought it. What the broken truth told him, he started to say in town meetings, and interviews. He forgot about the Project Education and replaced it with the corrupted thought: Some People are Different. He began to get followers and along with him they forgot everything they loved and believed in for the truth.
Gloria not content with how people in town that followed the mayor were changing wrote a story in the paper against the broken truth saying it was going too far. Mayor Gollum, who was Caucasian, didn’t like what she reported. He decided, still possessed by the distorted truth, that since Gloria was different, being African American, she was trying to offend and contradict the messages given to him by his precious plate. He also noticed that a lot of his followers weren’t that different from himself. He decided that everyone different was wrong and must be stopped. He misunderstood the whole truth intended, and acted with what the broken truth gave.
He ordered a new law and had the police force of the town take away all the different people and lock them up for treason of their town. The policemen, being all followers acted and on a Saturday afternoon broke in the George and Gloria’s house and brought them to prison because they were black. Bill, being able to conceal himself in the closet, sat alone in his room crying over his kidnapped parents. He looked outside from his upper floor, bedroom window and saw all the families of not only blacks, but Jews, and other foreigners, being taken from their homes and locked up. He then knew he had to do something.
He searched for answers through many trials and finally in the Forest of Maturity north of his town it found something. He was sitting on a rock, bursting of exhaustion, and a voice called to him from above. It explained about truths and how they can be broken and cause harm. “How can I fix the truth? It’s in the mayor’s possession, isn’t it?” he asked the voice with tears in his eyes full of his sadness for his parents. “Use your heart, and find the other piece, it will mend on contact,” the voice replied and faded away. Bill searched deep in his heart and then below him a light began to shine from the ground. He looked down and brushed off the leaves and he found the other part of the truth. His tears from before grew warn and turned into tears of joy.
He ran to the mayor’s office and knocked on the door. The mayor, once seeing the boy’s face, became irritated and called his followers over to seize Bill. Bill would have been caught, but his second gold plate floated out of his hand and over to where the first one that was hung on the wall and framed. The two of them combined and a flash of illumination hit the air like lightning. The new truth landed on the ground and now read: Some People are Different, but Shall Be Treated Equally.
The mayor looking at the new plate didn’t call on his guards, prison more people, or even spoke words of hatred toward Bill, but he cried as the new truth imbued him of the fact of what he had done. His supporters did the same.
The mayor ordered all the people be released and now everyone in the town had their individuality back and loved all they did before and now had this truth to add to their beliefs. Some truths are placed out in the open, and some hidden in the Ocean of Knowledge and the Caves of Experience, but a few rare ones are found in your heart.

P.S. Madeline think "This To Shall Pass"