Creation of Little Nicole .

Gemco. Mom started working at this little supermarket in a huge suburban town at a young age. After working in the cashed checks department for a few months, she started seeing familiar faces. Two males that were tall and always greasy with sweat dripping down their faces. Gross. Cashing their checks weekly, same time and same day of the week. Eventually the tall, long brown hair guy started to flirt and begin to make a move. Mom wasn't a dumb girl, she got the hint.

One night, the man walked into the store late; later then usual. Mom doing her normal routine cashed his check but put it aside instead of the cash register. Why? Well, she wanted to go see this man after her long endless nights at work. Writing his address down and calling her best friend excitedly, she couldn't wait till work was over to go surprise him.

Finally! The clock showed it was time to clock out and leave. Jumping into her old beat up '64 Yellow rusted Mazda to get her friend down the street. Her friend worked at a hole in the wall gas station. Barely able to talk, adrenaline rushing through her body, she sped off once her friend was in the car.

As she walked up to the door, legs feeling like jello, she stuttered when he opened the door. The face he made was priceless. Pure joy, happiness and a little confused as well. Throughout the night there was lots of laughter and smiles. The three of them had a great time. Mom knowing she had work bright and early, didn't stop her from staying out with this man till late.

Days later they were pronounced boyfriend and girlfriend. Happiest little couple decided to get married after a few years of being together. Moving around in the bay area, having kids throughout the year; six years apart. First they had Brian who seemed to be the helpful child. Always happy and went out of his way to provide for the family as he grew older. Second came Christopher. Devious little child. Run around the house knocking out teeth and not a care in the world. Lastly, Mom wanted a girl. That's where Nicole came along.

Cheater Cheater Pumpkin Eater

Action Speak Louder Than Words

Jealousy. Jealousy can rip relationships apart. Usually it means one of them is insecure. Other times it’s because of their pasts.

This is Caitlin with her story.

Bubbly personality but appears quiet around large groups. Big hearted girl that is very high spirited. Long luscious blonde hair that flows in the wind. Dating Corbin for a year now, is becoming suspicious of her boyfriend. See there is a girl named Kelsey who is always around Corbin and seems to be texting him as if THEY were the ones dating. News flash, I am dating him, not Kelsey.

One night, Caitlin receives a text from her boyfriend saying;

“Hey babygirl. My friend wants to go to a party tonight and I was wondering if you wanted to go?”

Caitlin being the girl who wants to be a perfect girlfriend wanted to say yes, but she knew her parents wouldn’t allow her to stay at another boys house. With a big sigh, she texts back,

“Babe, you know how my parents are. Looks like you are going without me. Hope you have a great time. Be safe, I love you.. /:”

“Okay babe.. bye.”

Caitlin a little frustrated ignores the sarcastic text Corbin had sent her. Worried all night about him, she ends up finally falling asleep around two in the morning. Restless sleep. Tossing and turning, flipping the pillow every hour to the cold side, hoping that she will get some sleep tonight.

Seven in the morning comes around and she has only had about three hours of sleep. Deciding to just get up and start the day, she receives a text from Corbin. Beyond excited she replies, “Good morning babby!! I miss you! How was last night? Kelsey wasn’t there was she? I love you!” She hadn’t gotten a text back until a half hour later;

“Hey Caitlin.. Kelsey was and still is here. Why…”

“Oh just wondering. That’s all.”

“Seems like it’s a big concern to you.”

“No it’s not. How was last night?”

“Fine…”

“Why do you keep putting so many dots?”

“I don’t know. I have to go.”

Caitlin had the biggest knot in her stomach. Why did SHE have to be there? Of all parties, she was at that one? How come she has to try and get with MY boyfriend? There are more fish in the sea, go grab your own!

Being the protective and worried girlfriend, she quickly took a shower, got dressed and jumped into her car. She had a bad feeling about last night, and she was going to get to the end of this feeling. Determined.

Driving to where her boyfriend was, she saw him standing outside, with a girl. Caitlin’s stomach dropped to the floor board. Tears began streaming down her face, causing makeup to run. Caitlin pulls over to where she can see him but he can’t see her. Outta site, outta mind.

The girl kept getting closer and closer to him. She was wearing a white tank top that was complete see through showing her snow white belly. Ripped blue short shorts. No shoes and hair thrown up like she had a rough night. Appearing to have noses touching, I felt chills go down my neck to my toes within a millisecond. I can’t believe this. Why would he cheat on me? He told me he loved me! He just said he was happy. How can he do this to me! Why?! Why?! Why?!

Without thinking, she drove up to where he had been standing. Corbin recognizing the car jumped and had no idea how to respond. Kelsey standing closely to him ran away like a little boy does when he knows Momma is going to be spanked.

“Caitlin, I-I-I don’t know what to say.. She came .. and baby, I love you. You know that.”

With tears coming down harder than before, I didn’t care to listen to any lie coming out of his mouth.

“Corbin, we are over. I can’t believe you. Return all my stuff today by 6pm. Erase my number. Don’t ever try to get contact with me again. Goodbye Corbin.”

Trembling in her own skin, scared out of her mind, not knowing what she was going to do with herself, she got into her car and left. Going straight home and tears filled in her eyes making things difficult to see.

She gave up her best friend. Her boyfriend. Her love that she never thought would do this. Done. Over with. Just like that.

Nothing. Nothing At All.

Laying in my semi large backyard on a long rectangle beach towel relaxing when my Mom yells out, “Nicole, go pick up your clothes. I’m leaving now, so it better be done when I get back.” “Okay Mom” I replied as I roll my eyes. Not wanting to move, I continued to do what I call nothing; texting and Facebook stalk.

Glancing at my phone to see the time, I realize an hour has passed. Mom will be home in a half hour. Still not moving, I text what are we about to… INCOMING CALL: Mommy.

“Hello? I reply sort of hesitant.

“Have you picked up your clothes yet?!” Mom replied, sounding hopeful but in doubt also.

“Uh….”

“Nicole! I left an hour ago.! What have you been doing this whole entire time?!

“I wasn’t doing anything. Just laying in the backyard enjoying this beautiful spring weather.”

“It’s impossible to be doing nothing first of all. Secondly, go do what I told you, or else you can’t go anywhere tonight. Okay, bye.” CLICK.

Hanging up on me very irritated, I got the hint and got up.

I have big plans tonight. I thought silently to myself. Finishing my text message, exiting out of my Facebook stalking moments, I got up unwillingly. Folding my towel nicely and setting it on the table inside and headed to my some what cluttered bedroom. Country music blasting, I begin putting clothes in baskets. Fifteen minutes later and the task is completed.

Walking down the hallway, I grabbed the towel I had been previously using with my phone in hand and proceeded to go into my backyard. Organizing myself and getting situated. Within minutes I hear the sliding glass door screech open. Before I get the chance to look up, Mom screams “Nicole! Are you serious? You can’t follow one simple task I ask you to do? You are not allowed to go anywhere tonight.”

Laughing and ignoring the words she had just said, she walks inside angrily. Continue to Facebook stalk and text, she walks outside and says “I’m sorry” so quiet that it was under her breath. Hearing every word she said, I asked “What did you say?”. “I said I’m sorry.” With the biggest grin on my face, I can’t help but acknowledge her and say “It’s okay Mommy.”

As I continue to enjoy the spring afternoon weather, and do nothing, my friend texts me saying – What are you doing? Simply reply, oh nothing(:.

Cinderella.

Winter. Summer. Fall. Spring.
Love. Warmth. Snuggling. Hot Cocoa. Fireplaces.

Darien was looking for a girl who would fit his sparkled glass slipper. Many times would he run into a good lookin’ female, but her foot never seemed to fit the slipper fully. Too big, too small.

One blizzardly winter evening, Darien met a girl he wasn’t too sure about. This particular girl had strawberry blonde hair, tiny like a baby panda and a shy personality. Girl instantly hooked onto this boy didn’t know how to approach him.

After many days spending endless hours together, Darien decided he would give it a try, ask the pretty girl out. Sitting in the ice cold movie theater, overly buttered popcorn, one large soda, Darien dug frantically through his pockets to find his phone. Quickly texting the girls best friend, he asked, “Should I hold her hand?” Within seconds, she replied yes! Reaching over, he grabbed her hand and butterflies flew throughout her stomach.

Next day rolled around, and it was official. Darien found the perfect girl with the perfect foot to fit in his glass slipper. Couldn’t be happier. The slipper still fitting nice and snug after a year and nothing will change that ... (:

Alt. Prompt ; Love Is The Key .

Love means to have a strong passion toward someone or something. In my life, I love many people. But truthfully, the one person I could tell you most about would be my mother.

Let’s just say, my mom is an amazing woman. She has been through so many hoops just to get where she is today. Financial problems have caused her the most pain and stress. She has the biggest heart out of everybody I know. She puts people she loves before herself, always. No matter what is happening in her personal life.

I love my Moms’ understanding ability. Many times I will come home in tears or anger and just want to be left alone. Mother’s always know what’s best for their children and my Mom always knows how to fix my problems. Sometimes, she will start off with asking me what’s wrong. If I shut her out, she’ll hug me and walk away. Usually within time, I will let loose and tell her everything. My mom knows that I will eventually tell her, so she never trips. For some odd reason, she always has the perfect thing to say at the perfect moment.

I love my Moms’ motherly figure. Sounds weird to say, but I believe every mother raises their kids different. My mom raised me to stand up for what I believe in regardless what others think. Being someone who cares deeply about others opinions, it has been hard. But with everything I had to forgive and forget, she has given me tips on ways to stick it out the best way.

I love my Moms’ incredible strength. No matter what situation life throws her way, she can get through it with a little support, and make things better then before! She has passed that ability to me as I grew up. For example, after my Grandpa passed away, I had to learn real quick how to be strong for her. As the years went on, it got easier. Mom made me realize how to be strong in the hardest situations.

Thank you Mom for being the best Mom anyone could ask for. You have taught me so many things about life, and supported me in all ways possible. You mean the world to me and I’m glad you could share your wonderful traits with me. :)

Alt. Prompt; The Man Whom I Miss

"I miss you, Grandpa."
Rest In Peace
February 4th - December 23

I remember your scent. The strong smell of Bruit Cologne was the first thing I would smell on bright mornings that came too soon. I remember waking up and seeing you sitting at the breakfast table waiting ever so patiently. Grandpa was never patient, ever. I remember when we would race while eating our meals, just to get me to finish my meal. I remember you used to use your strong, built legs and keep all the grandkids locked in between them; to the point where no matter how hard we were trying, it was impossible to break free. It felt like we were trapped in a dark dungeon or held captive. I remember every little thing about you. It feels like just yesterday I saw your tan skin, bright blue eyes, white as can be hair that never was messed up, and dressed in your fancy pants and button up shirt. I miss you, Grandpa.

Grandpa, I miss you more then anything. I was only a freshman when you passed away. You weren’t doing well the last year you were still on earth with your loved ones. You were in intense pain, couldn’t remember who people were, and barely could get out of bed. But some days were better then others. Like the day I walked into your room and your face lit up, how the sun brightens my room at six in the morning. I broke into tears to see how ecstatic you were. But yet, even on those bad days, you could manage to be positive somehow. I miss seeing your face, Grandpa.

I remember the day you told me that I was always going to be your favorite granddaughter. Yes, I was your last granddaughter, but I was more special then the other ten in your eyes. Or how you would always tell me that I was going far in life. How did you know that when I was so young? Maybe you were a physic. My goal is to achieve the standards you told me I could. I want you to be proud of who I am after four years without you by my side. I miss you being right there, Grandpa.

I remember every Sunday, Grandma and you would go to church. I would go when I stayed the weekend with you. I never liked going because it was filled with a bunch of old folks, like you, and smelt like baby powder and old people cologne or perfume. While I was being acknowledged continuously, you sat there trying  not to engage with anyone. Grandpa, you weren’t a morning person. Church wasn’t your thing all that much either. You liked the social aspect and the delicious food they served after the service. But Grandpa, I’m a Christian now, just like you were. I believe in all the same things you did. I’m proud to represent you, Grandpa. I go to church all the time. Three times a week. You might not have enjoyed it, but I know you listened because you’d repeat something the pastor said. Man, I sure do miss you, Grandpa.

I remember how much you loved your freedom of speech. You weren’t allowed to drive anymore due to all the strokes you had that caused you to have slower reflexes, but you were determined to have your license renewed regardless. You made Grandma drive you to DMV, stand in the line that make you feel like you’ve aged immensely just waiting, and retook your test. You passed. Everyone was shocked and couldn’t believe that YOU passed the test. The family was scared you would try and drive somewhere after this event. You were a jokester like that, but this wasn’t a great time to be doing that. Grandpa, you’re one stubborn man. Thanks for passing down that gene to me. Grandpa, are you listening, I miss you.

I remember your favorite dessert. Butterscotch. Happens to be my favorite as well. I promised you I would make your favorite dessert when you came home from the hospital. Lying in the hospital bed, you looked so much better. Actually had color in your face and could move on your own. The doctors came into share the big news; you were coming home in a week! Finally the day arrived. I got myself into the kitchen and made that pudding proudly. Throwing the box on the cluttered counter with the biggest smile. I don’t think I could have been happier that I got to share the same dessert as you. I miss sharing our favorite dessert together, Grandpa.

I remember how into sports you were. I hated going to visit because you had to watch your sports. Sports were so important to you, especially football. Who watches football all day, every day? Old people, because they have nothing better to do. You never really had a favorite team. You watched every football game you possibly could. From 49ers to the Steelers. One day, I got hooked on football. I sat on your lap and lectured you about how I was more important. You “ignored” me and kept giving me hints on what was happening in the game. After a few minutes, I gave up and listened to your entire mumble jumble. Who knew, of all people, that I would get hooked on football? I miss football Sundays with you, Grandpa.

Lastly, I remember the day you passed away. You had just come home from the hospital. That was all you wanted; to be home when you passed away. It was two days before Christmas. Mom had just gotten off the phone with Grandma. Thirty minutes later, Grandma called again. Everyone knew. My heart stopped beating, my stomach twisted and turned, tears poured out but I had to stop them. I couldn’t let my Mom see me cry. I held her so tight, like how a baby would want to be held for protection I couldn’t believe this. It was just a joke, wasn’t it? My brother, Mom and I jumped in the car within a minute and drove to Concord, California. We were there in thirty minutes and spent the next three days with the rest of the family. Grandma was so happy. It was your time according to her. Grandpa, why? I think everyone was happy, because now you are with the angels and you’re watching over us. I miss you so much, Grandpa.

Grandpa, you inspired me in so many ways. I remember so much about you as if it was just yesterday you were here. You came into my dreams for the first time a few weeks ago. You told me how good I was doing and to keep pushing myself. I have a bunch of your qualities and I wouldn’t change them for anything. Your stubbornness, your intelligence, your Irish gene. You passed away, and I never understood why it had to be your time. But let’s be honest, I wouldn’t want you back in the condition you were in, period. You are in heaven now. Floating with angels, making miracles happen. Where you belong. Someday, I will see you again. I can’t wait to eat butterscotch with you again some day. I love you, Grandpa. I miss you more then anything!

Death ):

Maaan.
Did you hear on the news about a deadly stabbing Saturday night in Folsom? Happens to be somebody I knew. Happens to be a block and a half away from my church as well. Shoot.
Let me just say, I didn't know this kid too well. He went to my church a few times since I've been going there. But when he was little, he would go all the time. I didn't get to know him that well, but he was a nice guy from what I know.
My heart aches for all the people that know him. My heart dropped when I found out it was somebody I knew. Kids from my youth were close with him. Why would someone do this? Why?!
Today is Sunday, meaning we had church. Kids from youth were there crying harder then I have ever seen them cry. Eyes bloodshot, puffy and red. All you could do was hug them and tell them you were there for them. I even prayed for a few. Life isn't easy and death most certaintly isn't easy to grasp.
Please, remember to be safe and know your surrounding. Life is short, so live it up and be smart about your choices.

If you'd like to read the article:
http://blogs.sacbee.com/crime/archives/2011/10/folsom-transient-arrested-for-investigation-of-homicide.html#ixzz1ZeO9IG6w

Rest in Paridise Minor!

Cellular Devices

Look at me! Beautiful black and silver coloring. Easy to touch touch screen. No dents…OH WAIT! What’s that little piece of black missing on the edge? Oh yeah, you dropped me on the ground because you decided I wasn’t worth as much! Do you remember how much you paid for me?

Do you understand how many peoples hand touch me? I am a handophobic! But you don’t hear me complaining or anything do you? People touch my screen twenty four seven. Whether they are going on Facebook, texting, lookin’ up some new apps or even playing some stupid game that really has no point!

You drive me insane. You get all these ringtones and backgrounds to pimp me out, but do you comprehend how much storage I really have on my memory card? Not a lot. I can only hold 512mbs. You know all those pictures you take of the stupidest things? Yeah, those waste up my memory too.

Memory is like my brain. You can only hold so much and you like to fill it with useless stuff. How do you suppose that I will learn anything new? I mean, yeah I am a SMART phone but I can’t be a SMART phone if your putting a game that has absolutely no meaning. You touch the screen to start a fire and jerk me around to keep the fire going? I mean honestly, what good is that?

Now, I must say one nice thing about you touching me ALL the time. I like the attention. You rather pay attention to me instead of your teachers talking about some boring lecture, and it makes me feel special. But must you do it so secretively? Yeah, you don’t wanna stay in after school because of me, but embrace me to the world if you’re gonna use me that much. I mean, I am great after all! :)

ME

" She's the girl that has a few best friends and doesn't need anymore.
The girl that laughs the hardest at her own jokes.
She's the girl that will hang up on you and call you right back and say sorry.
She's the girl who will never leave your side when you need her.
The girl who will go out of her way to cheer you up.
She's the girl who says she isn't ticklish, but really is.
She's the girl who will not give up on you if she really believes in you.
She's the girl who believes in loving somebody forever.
She's me.. "

Today has been an extremely difficult day for me. As I was sitting in my bedroom, I came across this quote. Really sums up who I personally am. And maybe a lot of other girls. It made me smile and bring some light to my day. Thought I would share it to all the girls who are in this same category. :)

"Did you hear?"

“Did you hear who is pregnant this school year?” asked Elizabeth, ready to gossip.

“No, who!” Katherine replied with a concerned look on her face, hoping Elizabeth didn’t guess she was.

“Dominique!”

With a sigh of relief, she said, “well, that isn’t surprising at all. I mean she puts herself out there all the time and always tries to get attention. Did you honestly think it wasn’t gonna happen sooner or later?”
“I was just trying to give her some faith, guess I shouldn’t have, huh?”

Sitting in my overly small desk, I overhear this conversation. Knowing exactly who they are talking about, getting a fat knot in my stomach. Like the time your mom makes something for dinner that makes you sick every time, and all you can do is throw up at the smell. My face slowly turning pale, eyes closing not understanding why this would happen. Not knowing if this was true or not was so difficult.

                                                                                               

Sticking my nose into something I know I shouldn’t, I did.

“Wait, so you’re telling me this is 100% true? I can’t believe that this would happen. She is smarter then that. You are lying right?” I replied. Trying my hardest to believe they were just lying, trying to start rumors because they hated this girl. Giving this girl all the credit I possibly could. Trying to stick up for her by being in denial. Unfortunately, my luck was going nowhere.

Elizabeth replied with sarcasm, “Come on Nicole, you honestly think SHE wouldn’t get pregnant before school ended? I mean, you’re just waiting to be called stupid.”

Knowing all the words that she had said were completely right, all I had to say for myself was “I was just trying to be hopeful.” You would never guess how sick a simple conversation could make you feel. Your stomach turning and feeling like it is doing back flips. Especially when that person had such a bright future and could be an extremely successful person, but now, that may not be the case …

Memories That Will Never Be Forgottenn

Life is not what I would consider a box of chocolates. Everyone goes through hard times , good memories and even bad ones. I remember years and dates like the back of my hand!

          October 2009: I remember the day I met you. I was going through a hard time on that specific dark stormy night. Bad things happened another and you just appeared out of nowhere to put your hand out for me. We clicked real quick and you became my best friend within a week. You made me feel like a little girl who just walked into a candy store. So comforting and easy to talk with.

          I remember when I met your family. Your Mom was like a second mom to me. Long brown hair with a big smile on her face; always given out hugs like they are words of advice. Your sister was younger then me by a year. She was always singing some random song but knew the lyrics oh so well.

Winter 2009: Freezing cold weather, rain boots everyday, sweatshirts to keep my hair dry, and some hot chocolate to keep my day going. You were the one to keep me warm when I was shaking uncontrollably. You were the one to reach out when I was down on those gloomy days! You were the one who would make sure I was dry even though you were so wet that you looked like a dog who just got out of the bath.

I remember our first fight. You liked to flirt with any girl that had boobs and a butt. Someone who would give you any attention that a boy would like. But yet, every day you told me that you loved me and wanted me to be your girlfriend. You lied like the Grinch did on Christmas. You mislead me, why?

May 2010: I remember our first concert. That was my birthday gift from you and my Mommy. Daughtry and Lifehouse. When we walked into Arco, I could only feel the ground shake while they were practicing the music. My heart beating so fast that all I could do was smile. One of those smiles that you can’t wipe off your face. Anticipation ; just wanting the concert to start . Every emotion running through my body , not sure which one to express!

June 2010: I remember the day you told me we couldn’t be friends anymore. I cried harder then a baby would. I punched walls trying to imagine it was a fruity little dream. I sat in my bright bedroom, wishing that you would change your mind. To sum it up in one word, I was beyond devastated.

July 2010: Worst day of my life. Tears rolling down my cheeks faster then I could take a single breath. Frustration as if I couldn’t take a step out of the quicksand that I was buried in. Anger that couldn’t be contained. Fists hitting objects as if I was in a fight. Depression with life and just wanting to be in a cocoon and sleep forever. Not wake up the next day feeling.

September 2011: A year has passed since the day you broke my heart. It took me a long time to get over everything you did to me. Me being a forgiving person, I forgave you. You cant seem to forgive yourself, but that’s on you. I am back in square one, where are you in this sticky situation? I realize that what happened was all for a good cause. I now have someone who cherishes me, who loves me for who I am, who treats me with respect, and who deserves every ounce of my attention. So thank you for hurting me and giving up a great relationship. Now I have a better life and your still in pain and doubt.

“Pictures will never change, even when the people in them do”

Who do you think you are?
Runnin' 'round leaving scars
Collecting your jar of hearts
And tearing love apart
You're gonna catch a cold
From the ice inside your soul
Don't come back for me
Don't come back at all

And who do you think you are?
Runnin' 'round leaving scars
Collecting your jar of hearts
And tearing love apart
You're gonna catch a cold
From the ice inside your soul
Don't come back for me
Don't come back at all

Boyys

This is how you love her ; this is how you kiss her , even on the cheek ; make sure you kiss her in the rain because she WILL like it ; you need to be passionate all the time toward her ; write letters to her making her feel special ; when she is cold , give her your jacket or sweatshirt so she stays warm ; this is how you walk with her at night to be romantic ; this is how you love on her , and look deep into her glossy eyes ; hold her hand so she feels connected to you ; always remind her how much she means to you ; this is how you hold her tight ; this is how you open doors for her ; don’t pressure her to do something she isn’t comfortable with doing ; hug her unexpectedly , surprising ones are the best ; DON’T EVER CHEAT ON HER , UNDER ANY CIRCUMSTANCES ; this is how you talk to her with respect ; tell her she is beautiful , not sexy ; this is how you get her to understand and realize she can trust you with anything , and lastly , good luck ! (:

My Face .

  Blonde hair or purple hair? Green eyes or blue? Small nose with a point? Everyone has different features on their face. Usually you have some of the same features as your mother and others like your father.
  See, my face looks more like my mom’s. I have strawberry blonde hair. Absolutely no split ends. Tends to turn dark in the winter and light in the summer. Short bangs that barely cover my forehead and sway to the left. Almost like how a fan gently moves your hair in the wind.
  The shape of my face is a mixture between my mom and dad. Round faced but comes sort of to a point at the chin, but not completely. Not much acne visits my skin so for the most part, I have flawless skin. Every girls dream!
  One of my favorite features, by others and I would be my eyes as well as eyelashes. My eyes are hazel, the color of cat’s eyes, and glassy. Eyelashes I inherited from my father, they’re super long, often described as spider legs because they tend to spread out with the mascara. Yet I continuously get compliments on them.
  Above my eyes would be my well-waxed, thin eyebrows with a slight curve. Some people get bushy eyebrows that look like caterpillars are just posted above your eye. Others get ones that have to be drawn on because they wax or shave them off. So yes, I am content with my eyebrows.
  Mouths. Everyone has a different shape mouth. Some have really small ones where others have huge obnoxious ones. My mouth is average with two lips that are on the slightly larger side. To say the least, it looks like someone inflated them a tad bit. My teeth are probably most favorite. Braces are miracles. Going from having buckteeth, many gaps, and stained went to perfection. White teeth with no gaps and perfectly straight. Always squeaky clean and smooth, with almost no overbite. I can say the money my family paid for those braces for two years is worthwhile.
  Cheeks are a funny thing. When you’re little and your grandparents say you have such chubby cheeks and pinch them. They say as you hit maturity your skin will stretch and your cheeks won’t be as chubby. Well I think I skipped that step. My cheeks are puffy, like a blowfish. Or when you have your wisdom teeth pulled. Yup, that’s my cheeks twenty-four seven.
  To have a face, you have to have facial expressions. Whether you realize it or not. See I have my fake sad face, which is when I want to pull a guilt trip on someone. Get that bottom lip curled over my top lip and look at them with that puppy that wants those leftovers on your plate.
  Also my “are you serious right now” face. Means you said something stupid or just pointless. Could also be my sarcastic face. And/or the face I disagree with something you said or did.
  The most common face would have to be my smile. I am usually a genuily happy person with all smiles. Even when I’m the most down. I absolutely love showing that I am happy. As well as showing off those perfect teeth my family paid LOTS of money for!

End of the Second Week !

Friday , Friday , Friday .


Words can not even begin to explain how excited I am that you finally came . My first weekend that I don't have much planned . Able to sleep in since last weekend I wasn't able to do that . This week has brought me many tears , frustration , anger and yes , a little bit of happiness . Not too much though .


I am a senior , that is going through a very hard time in school . Why ? Well see , I am terrible in math . I mean TERRIBLE . It took me four times to take Algebra 1 , three times to take Geometry and now magically I need to pass Algebra 2 the first time ! It is putting me through a bunch of stress . Like how girls get preparing for their wedding . To be completely honest , the only reason I am pushing myself to do this is because I want to go to a four year . William Jessup University to be exact . My dream school , my everything right now ! But in order to get in , I must pass Algebra 2 .

The only good news I have concerning that right now is , I took a retake of my first test (got 56 percent) and got 70 percent . Don't ask me how it happened , it just did :)

Yesterday was probably my most upsetting day , not having to do with school . Afterschool my Mom and I were going to go get my new phone . I had to pee faster then a race horse could run , so we stopped at the house . Before I could go , my phone fell in the toilet . Never has this happened to me . I was beyond upset because I lost all my contacts , once again ! I got my new phone and went on Facebook and told everyone the deal . Later we charged the phone that fell in , and magically it worked ! Miracles really do happen :)

I am done complaning now :) How was your second week of school ? Please share , and make me feel better .

Eyes Wide Open !



"A bright blue sky that begins to look like
a river when you look at your reflection "


September 1st 2011 .
As I sit outside I notice multiple things . Let's break this down ;

• A bright blue sky that begins to look like a river when you look at your reflection .
• The heat beating on the umbrella making me realize how much I take the air conditioner for granted .
• Sound of air conditioners running all around me . Keepin' kids nice and cold .
• The smell of a fresh , hot summer day . Smellin' the school day almost over .
• High school kids aimlessly walking around . Avoiding sitting in class listening to yet another boring lecture a teacher has prepared for them today .
• Grass greener then I have ever seen it . Must've put some miracle grow on it :)
• Listening to rotc kids doing their physical training for the week . Makes me wonder how kids at such a young age can determine whether or not they want to be in the military or army . Good for them !
• As I look down , I see the permanently stained gum cement . Why must kids be so rude and have no respect for their school ? There are garbage cans everywhere , c'mon ! :)

Those are just a few things I have noticed in the short time I sat outside . Care to tell me what you observed ? :)

Why I Write .

I personally write to express my feelings , mostly my anger or sadness . When your upset about something , writing can help you vent and feel accomplished . Not only does it help you mentally but physically as well . Makes it so you can't go and hurt someone physically ! I have a specific notebook I write in when I'm in need of writing things down . It makes me stay true to myself and making me capable of calming myself down .


Another reason I write is to remember and forget . Those times you're having a bad day because a boy broke your heart and you are just so angry with him , yeah you can write that down . Putting all you emotions down on paper . Paper remembers everything . Or that day that you got an A on a math test (which is your hardest subject) , why wouldn't you want to write that down ? You are the happiest person and only your paper can express it completely . Later on maybe when you open it up , you will remember what had happened in the past .


Writing to me is like someone who is addicted to drugs . Or maybe how a boy loves a girl unconditionally . Writing is my love and addiction . I write to get out feelings , to remember and to forget . Writing is my way of life and nothing will ever stop it . What's your reason why YOU write ?